LEGACY BOUND.

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[vadersblood]

SQUARE TF UP KYLE

ScreeEEEEEEEEE

[uneasied]

anyway, multimuses with only female muses are valid, multimuses with only ocs are valid, multimuses based on one fandom are valid, multimuses with related ocs are valid, multimuses based on many fandoms are valid, multimuses that prefer certain characters are valid, multimuses who feel less confident in one character are valid, multimuses are valid.

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kylo mood

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@esspallo // starter call.

             “this vengeful love that i've got wants to consume you, “ he breathes against a pale neck where bruises were already forming. they had pressed themselves into some maintenance closet, as though they were teenagers sneaking around... just daring for someone to find them. wouldn’t it be interesting, for the rumors to spread? he was sure they already were... but what were rumors except empty words? what were rumors when estelle’s flesh bloomed gardens of black & purple & red planted by his teeth. perhaps he should have been more subtle; but he had never been one to be subtle. when he spoke, his words were low; they were words of truth, words with a subtle sort of danger to them. “ then spit you out I fear the fever, can you feel it now? “

fear the fever - digital daggers

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esspallo // estelle.

╰ ☆                     A CRY OF FEAR AND SHOCK    slips from her lips, back colliding hard with the cold wall behind her. eyes wide and breathing heavy in … FEAR. stars, she’s terrified, the normal thrill of danger had lifted and instead was replaced with regret. so much regret. regret for pushing his buttons, for working for him, for STAYING as long as she did — she had only caused more pain for him. for herself as well. emotional and physical now.

dark eyes dart around and settle upon the flash of his hand to his belt, a new wave of horror and a small sob leaves her. she wants to shrink away from his hold and from his rage, and it wasn’t until she was dropped in a heap that she quickly did so. bruised back presses to the wall once more ( a whine of pain leaves her ), this time willingly as she shrinks back, breathing shallow and throat raw. she wanted to resist and scream, rip her own hair out and thenHIS — she couldn’t. she’s numb, blinking slowly up at him through watery eyes.  ❛  I’m sorry.  ❜ sorry ?  why was she apologizing ?  perhaps for showing up in the first place, pushing him off the edge, calling him a coward  … or for simply existing. she worried, not for herself but for HIM.    ❛  you don’t have to say it, I know, your eyes— that’s why I wanted you to look at me. you’re afraid. so am I.  ❜

            he’s breathing heavily, dark eyes ablaze with the power that held her against the wall. the force surrounded him in a way it did so few --- it was so terribly powerful within him. so dangerous. his hold on her falters when he hears her sob... she was hardly the first to cry at his hand & would certainly not be the last. how many had begged for their lives? how many pleas had fallen on deaf ears? he hates the way her sob makes that power falter. how she slides to the ground, how she apologizes so pitifully. he hates it --- he hates this. he wants to hate her so desperately. 

“ you don’t know. “ his gaze rises only then, to find hers. it is a stubborn sort of look, full of rage & hatred & a million other things... but she is not wrong. within them is a certain sort of fear --- he feared her. he feared the way his stomach churned at the thought of making her cry, about how he wanted nothing more than to drive his now crackling blade through her chest & watch as the life left her eyes. how every delicately intimate moment between them could be destroyed in one fatal move, one that she could not fight or stop. he could kill her right now & no one could stop him. he’s moving towards her now --- when had he started moving...? he doesn’t stop until he is before her, he kneels in front of her sobbing form & takes her jaw in his hand, “ don’t pretend that you do. “

[siickangel]

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it’s not munday but i feel like I needed to justify my short absence

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@itscallingmc // starter call!

        “just a girl with a bow in her hair,” a gentle musing, dark eyes resting comfortably on the little girl before them. she was from jakku --- but now she was more. kira had insisted on taking her in. he had been... reluctant. he was not a creature meant for childcare; he did not like children. he did not want to like children... but something about this girl made a dark heart beat a little less furiously. as though it was conscious of how terrible it could be. it was refreshing, to see something so very fragile comfortably playing with her toys across the room. dropping things, smiling privately to herself, vaguely aware of the creatures who had taken her in,“ making her mistakes where no one can care “

far away - dodie!

[braystudios-deactivated20180325]

luke: ben……. you killed your fellow students….. burned my temple…… why did you do this?

kylo:

[boywebbed]

there’s a little grey area; that’s where you operate.                      

                                   ind. peter parker                                       mixed canon.                                       penned by xan!

[fawncop]

@vadersblood ━ ♡

    “ KYLO REN. supreme leader of the first order. do fill me in on the activities you all presume to do? i find myself amused by the childish ways of your order. ” a small dark chuckle escaped her lips as the crimson plasma ignited next to her. “ i would watch yourself, ren. not really looking for a bounty on my back for murdering the supreme leader. ”

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          “ watch your mouth, girl. “ the crimson of her blade gleams brightly in dark eyes; eyes that regard her as a creature of power, a threat. he can feel it, the way the darkness surrounded her. seeped into every inch of her being; it was so terrible, so incredibly fascinating to face a creature that knew such hatred. he draws his own blade, the plasma igniting in it’s erratic form. it was ready to taste the singed flesh of the creature before him. he has to focus to keep his breath steady, “ how presumptuous. thinking you stand a chance. “

[vadersblood]

           uhhh, like this for a lyric starter? i’m in a starter-ish mood!

[vadersblood]

roses are red violets are blue lemme succ the diq ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

          why diq when peppo?

[vadersblood]

i have a poem for u 2: u suck bish

       i also swallow. we don’t fuck around in this house.

[vadersblood]

i wrote a poem 4 u roses are red violets are blue i like ur dick

            skidaddle skiddoodle ur dick in now a noodle

[vadersblood]

u stink like fart

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birelle // deserterknight

A bitter laugh rolls from red stained lips, brown eyes hard as she looked upon the man before her. How that hatred, all those complicated emotions welled up in her. Hand slipping down to the saber hilt at her belt, she stepped closer. It had to be at least two years since she’s left the Order, left the Knights, and truthfully she’s shocked it took him this long to catch up to her. It wasn’t as though she had been trying to disguise her movements.

“Solo, I must say that it’s a surprise to see you. I thought the First Order had just written me off.” Brielle smirked, cocking her head to the side. “Was that a gift from one of the knights? I can’t imagine they’d have tolerated your outbursts,” she teased as she indicated the scar across his face. “Or did Snoke get tired of your shit?”  Oh, it was dangerous poking him like this, but she needed to see how much he’s changed since she defected

              dark eyes rest upon the creature before him; a creature he had once reluctantly called a comrade, so intent upon tearing into the tender flesh of his pride. the laugh hangs dangerously in the air; he expects it. the name. the name that makes his chest feel tight, that makes his stomach turn... it was what she liked to do, wasn’t it? play her little games, try to dance around sleeping beasts with the hopes that they would not learn what it was to taste her flesh. once there had been something stopping him;  but there was nothing now. she was a deserter who basked in betrayal. he had not forgotten her; when she left, he wanted to see her dead. 

he does not break, not at first; he does not move. dark eyes are even, tension welling in the way the light hits them just barely... it was almost as though they were consuming it, eradicating it. marred flesh was a mark of weakness; the mark of a creature who would betray him, who had betrayed him. the very same tension in his eyes seems to make his whole body tight, rage makes his movements stiff. hatred makes them strong. he clings to the words that roll from her lips so brightly; they would make it so much more satisfying when he cut her down, “ you speak as though you were important enough to find. “