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@unstablesaber
Written by Magnus - Est. 28/12/15 - rebooted 23/12/19 - TROS spoilers tagged [Ask] - [Rules] - [Verses] - [Navi]
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Never be enough, I’m the prodigal son I was born to run, I was born for this
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From the ether, a single berry is cast; a purple smear on the chrome deck left as it rolls to a stop by the Supreme Leader's boot.
The Supreme Leader paused mid-stride, the familiar ebb and flow of the bond halting any focus he’d had on his mission. It had been a short while since she’d reached out, he’d half expected she’d want nothing to do with him after they’d parted ways on the ship.
Leaning down, he gently plucked the dripping berry from the floor, uncaring for the smear it left on his fingers as he cast his gaze around in hopes of seeing her.
❝– Should I consider this a sign that you want to talk now?❞
He murmured into the seemingly empty hall, quietly awaiting a response. Not for a moment paying any mind to the possibility that security could very well be wondering why their leader had paused in a hall.
“ i may be a fragile little flower , but i’ll kick your fucking ass ! ”
Pinterest Prompts || Accepting
There’s a soft amused snort from Ren, though the sound wasn’t one of derision as one might expect - the two of them have sparred many times since their connection began to grow stronger and she’d been improving in huge strides, he doesn’t doubt her fighting prowess. ❝– I wouldn’t consider you a fragile flower.❞
He remarks, watching her movements for any sudden lunge toward him. Their bond won’t allow them any physical contact, they’ve tested that time and time again but he can at least give her advice. It’s a dangerous game he’s playing, they’re supposed to be on opposing sides but the Force had drawn them together for a reason, he’d never been more certain of anything in his life.
❝– In fact I’d go as far to say there’s very little ‘fragile’ about you.❞
I wanna write more on here but have no drafts or asks to respond to. Please do feel free to hit me up to write if we’re mutuals or even spark things by sending a meme. I don’t bite, I promise.
MORE PINTEREST PROMPTS !
“ there is absolutely no excuse for what i’m about to do ! ”
“ maybe swearing will help. ”
“ burn in hell. ”
“ i’m fine. i’ve had worse. ”
“ someday , we will reunite. ”
“ i may have the right to remain silent , but i don’t have the ability. ”
“ that’s beyond stupid ! ( he’s / she’s / they’ve ) created a new kind of stupid. ”
“ can’t help doin’ sneaky things ! ”
“ i am not as fine as i sem. ”
“ we love a bit of trouble ! ”
“ well , that didn’t work. ”
“ my alignment is chaotic dumbass ! ”
“ it’s only forbidden if you’re a fucking coward. ”
“ i licked it , so it’s mine. ”
“ just get in the fucking blanket fort ! ”
“ you meant something to me. ”
“ find comfort in the chaos. ”
“ guess you’ll just have to FIGHT ME ! ”
“ take that , fuckers ! ”
“ i just like angrily doing things for my friends ! ”
“ why do i hurt all over ? ”
“ i may be a fragile little flower , but i’ll kick your fucking ass ! ”
“ i want to be a part of something big. ”
Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.
| Rules | Mobile friendly rules | Verses |
Indie Jim Moriarty | 14 years rp experience | Written by Magpie
❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please . ( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .
[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .
[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .
[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .
[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .
[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .
[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .
[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .
[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .
[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .
[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .
[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .
[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .
[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .
[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .
[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .
[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .
[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
reyjustrey:
Oh the ungracious words that leapt into Rey’s mind at THAT snub. She didn’t manage any of them - was too concerned that Luke would hear her cursing a blue streak into what to him would look like nothingness - but the stinking glare she shot Ren’s way spoke volumes without the need for her voice as an accompaniment. She didn’t notice, during her quiet seethe, that a couple of the falling berries floated in space a moment before disintegrating. There was something in anger she was good at tapping into it seemed; something that came natural to her - unlike Luke’s vaunted peace and pacifism.
‘–You mistake me’ she clipped at length, fishing another berry (undusted this time) from the folds of her shirt when time, as it ever did, eased her rage off into a low simmer. ‘I was describing the truth of my origins, not insulting myself.’ The berry she rescued, like so many others, was pitched towards Ren’s face. Again, it hit the dirt with an unsatisfying splat.
Luke really would think she’d cracked if he saw the mess she was making.
‘It’d be a lie if I said anything else, wouldn’t it. If I said I was a princess or the child of some rich and famous family–’ A snuffle escaped her at the very thought. What nonsense that was. ‘That’s not something I need to lie about; where I’m from.’
That itself was something of a mis-truth, but she wouldn’t touch that with a barge pole.
After a moment’s thought, a moment’s turning what Ren had told her round her in mind, a question came. ‘–Why’re you so stuck on Skywalker? I don’t understand. Why him? He doesn’t even want apprentices now; he’s not a Jedi in any sense that matters – he’s sworn of war. Will barely train me besides sitting me under a kriffing TREE!’ Said tree’s branches quivered faintly even though there was no breeze. Rey, as before, didn’t notice. ‘What is it between you?’
Though he said nothing of it, Ren could feel the simmering frustration from the training jedi as much as he could see it in her expression - it came as easily to her as it did to him it would seem. It was a wonder Luke had accepted training her with that being the case, he'd be blind not to see a handful of similarities between himself and the girl before him. Angry, confused, thrown into a legacy and simultaneously wanting no part in it while also fearing not living up to it. That had been his lot in life once upon a time but he'd done well enough to change it.
❝– My mistake.❞
The acquiescence was not one of believing what she was saying, he was fairly sure there sat a great deal of self doubt upon her shoulders but he knew she'd not share such a thing with him and truly he didn't care for that particular argument were he to pry about it. Instead he turned his attention to her question, a flicker of irritation in his expression at the mere mention of Skywalker.
It seemed she really didn't understand just how powerful that man could be.
❝– Yet despite him not wanting apprentices, there you are.❞
Despite being just one apprentice rather than many, it was still another Jedi to stand in him way, another he'd have to cut down to ensure that no others learned the 'Jedi way' and tried to play hero. Ensuring Luke was dead would ensure the end of Jedi for good - though he'd not pretend that was the only reason. Even if Luke hadn't told her everything, it was likely she knew well enough his hatred for the man ran deeper than duty.
A sense of restlessness about what had to be done prompted him to start pacing, slow measured steps back and forth as he continued to speak.
❝– That aside, it's a matter of revenge. He failed me, betrayed my trust when I had believed he could guide me. I'm just finishing what was started a long time ago, final proof that the Jedi way - HIS WAY - is weak.❞
Okay, archived all my threads on threadtracker except the one with my girlfriend which I’ll be replaying to later today. If anyone else wants a thread revived or to start a new thread, lemme know!
Sorry I legitiamtely vanished forever. Most people have probably yeeted by now but I do intend to come back v soon. Probably gonna start fresh unless anyone specifies that they wish to continue our thread. If that’s the case then linking your last reply to me would be bomb but I can track them down if need be.
Mun vs Muse(s)
Mun, Kylo, lil padawan Ben and smuggler Ben!
tagged: @poewingsdameron tagging: (Not sure who is still active nowadays but here we go!) @ronmanmob @reyjustrey @aequusjedi @choosenskywalker @chromecaptain @edgeineer @jakkuforce @visiblekindness @tornbetweenthestorm @whcwashe and legit anyone else who wants to do it because it’s fun as heck honestly.
Influence verse with @poewingsdameron
❝– I think it's this way!❞
Ben's voice was low when he called out to his friend, knowing all too well that they were taking a risk leaving the temple at night at all, much less wandering off to explore some of the old structures that had been hidden by the thick forest that encompassed much of the planet. Luke would be disappointed in them at best - and at worst? Well, that was something he didn't want to think about.
His focus was instead on the path he'd been plotting for a while, a meander through the undergrowth that would lead them to an old stone structure reclaimed by nature. It was likely there'd be nothing of interest inside but both he and Poe were young and far too curious for their own good, getting to explore the place was more than enough fun.
❝– I'm not sure if there are any traps in there or something, so be careful when we start getting close.❞
hosnianleft·:
The mission came with heavy acceptance. General Leia and Rosespent hours talking over the details and the hardship that would stand in thepath of his return. What sounded simple truly wasn’t. Leia made mention severaltimes that his stubborn side was not to be taken lightly. The amount of trustthat Leia had in Rose to bring him back safe and sound was overwhelming, but itwas a task that she was proud to accept.
The sound of his voice hit her ears and she couldn’t helpbut to sigh. It was no surprise that she was caught, but she thought she couldmake it a little longer. Slowly, the young pilot rose to her feet from behindthe wooden crate she hid behind. Her blonde hair carefully braided back in anelegant French Braided pattern. Her blue eyes connected to his gaze.
“Sounds like you know everything, but even I’m notlucky enough to have contact with a Jedi who fell off the edge of the galaxy.”
The woman stepped from the side of the box. Her black trouserscling to her legs and were carefully tucked in the tops of black leather kneehigh boots. Her torso was covered in a white fitted blouse. She took a stepforward. She stood five foot six and she could tell she stood under his tallstature. She took a deep breath as she stood a few feet short from him.
“However, my task is to bring you back with me. Those are my orders from Leia.”
Ben's brow quirked slightly as the woman stood, his gaze set on her firmly and arms folding across his chest. He'd half expected some young Jedi to have hunted him down, likely without Luke's blessing, just to prove themself but that clearly wasn't what she was here for. From the way she spoke it seemed Luke still hadn't come out of hiding since the incident at the temple - a shame, really, he had been a good teacher for most of the students even if he'd failed Ben.
❝– Don't claim to know everything, just know a Force user when I sense one on my ship.❞
He remarked in return, avoiding talking on the topic of his former master. Many didn't know about what happened that day and honestly he'd rather keep it that way, it was better for the resistance and his mother that people didn't have ill feelings towards the Jedi master.
A smile crept across his face however at the mention of his mother's orders, she'd been insistent for a while that his expertise as both a pilot and someone skilled with the force should be put to good use but that would mean relinquishing his freedom - not an easy ask for a Solo.
❝– Orders, huh?❞
The amusement on his tone was obvious, as though he was an older sibling humoring the demands of one younger with no intentions of following them.
❝– See, thing is, considering I'm not formally a part of the resistance and I really don't do 'orders' well. I help where I can but right now I'm a little busy.❞
He motioned to the boxes she was standing amongst, figuring that was more than enough to make his point.
❝– And while I'm sure you're real nice, I do have a job I should be getting to.❞
Finished all the backgrounds for my detailed verse pages, gonna have lunch and then work on replies/starters.
“Big boys don’t cry.”
Smuggler au! for @hosnianleft
So much expectation came with Ben's family legacy - a Skywalker, a Solo, an Organa - all of those had a weight to them, a weight he'd refused to shoulder after his time in Luke's school had come to an abrupt and unpleasant end. From that point onward he'd made his own way, he'd ignored the luring voices of the dark side and carved his own path.
Certainly one could argue he got the want to smuggle from his father but it was more than that, it was the freedom, the lack of expectations - no destiny to disappoint - but even that wasn't without its troubles.
❝– I'm not taking off with you hiding back there you know.❞
He remarked out loud, throwing a glance toward the cargo at the back of the ship. The stowaway might have been well hidden from view but his Force sensitivity allowed him to feel her presence despite that, especially as it seemed she was also Force sensitive.
❝– Did Luke send you? 'Cause if he did, he needs to teach you better.❞
aequusjedi:
IT WAS TOO EASY TO IMAGINE ALL THE DANGEROUS SCENARIOS in which things went wrong. Both of them had been hurt badly - she bad enough to have died, actually - but they were going to recover together. They were like life itself if Palpatine was to be believed, and of all the things he’d said to her, all the lies he’d peddled about her being his granddaughter, she believed the strength of their bond to be one of the few truths.
Her eyes softened in his direction as she took his offered hand, stepping up and forward whilst she remembered the feeling that this ancient place had given her. It had given a fair share of darkness too, but Rey relished in the Force around and through them for a few moments as she tested the feeling of standing once more.
Exhaustion was rife in her body, but she knew she could continue. Her fingers stayed laced through his, easy and comfortable as she decided to lead him towards where the little campsite the ancient Jedi had once used. ❝ I’m tired more than anything. I hurt, but I’ve had worse. ❞ A brief image of a little Rey on Jakku, falling from a high ledge inside of a destroyer and a broken arm following it flashed through her mind and she offered the memory to Ben, too, before continuing toward the stony steps.
❝ Let’s both just work on getting ourselves up this hill. It’s not far, but it can be a little steep in places. Hopefully there’s still some blankets around, the caretakers here don’t like me and I’d hate to bother them to ask. ❞ The sea-spray in the air filled her lungs with renewed energy and she continued upwards on the track, stopping briefly to stretch her back and neck and to cast her eyes onto Ben to be certain he was still able to follow her.
❝ Did you ever come here after Luke died? ❞ The words were soft, ❝ I was here only briefly after Kef Bir, but I didn’t have time to stop and think before he sent me to Exegol. It’s so strange. When he trained me, he had closed himself off from the Force. But standing here, now, I can feel him better than I ever could when he was alive. ❞
Gently taking her hand, he watched her carefully as she got to her feet, ready to catch her if her body wasn't as ready to stand as she thought it was. Whether she would acknowledge it or not, she died on Exegol and that alone gave him reason to be perhaps a little more protective of her than needed, less willing to let his own exhaustion get in the way of finding a safe place to settle down and rest. It was the least she deserved for everything she'd done.
Following behind her, his first steps on the planets surface had him unsettled - no longer did he have Palpatine's invasive energy lingering to dampen the ebb and flow of the force around him, the ancient energy of the place was akin to touching a livewire with damp hands - the energy rattling through him in a way he couldn't even begin to describe. Not all too unpleasant, just a lot at once. Were it not for Rey's grounding touch and offered memory to distract him he was certain he'd have halted where he stood for a long few moments to linger in it, instead his face scrunched slightly at the image of an injured young Rey flashed to the front of his mind and he continued walking.
❝– I'm sure we'll be able to find something, or I'll make a fire if we really need it - as long as I can find some decent firewood or dry materials out here.❞
Her question caught him off-guard, his brows furrowing and shoulders momentarily tensed as he continued the upward climb - thoughts of his family offered turbulent feelings at best and none more so than Luke. Despite everything he couldn't be certain Luke wouldn't have killed him that night and though he'd idolized him before that moment, the fall from that pedestal he'd placed Luke upon had been a hard and painful one.
❝– No. I saw no reason to come here after I knew he was gone but I can feel his energy too, lingering faintly here and there. I wish things had gone differently, especially with him. I doubt I would have ever been able to forgive him for that night but-❞
A sigh and a shake of his head, he halted what he was saying and offered a terse smile. It didn't feel like the time for such talk, he was sure they both had plenty of regrets and they could share them eventually but not right then. Not when they were to be celebrating being alive.
❝– Any of my feelings aside, I'm sure he's proud of you.❞
