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Kaialis was used to feeling small, but there was something about this looming shadow of a man that stirred something in her. Likened to a small lothwolf with gnashing teeth. She wanted to bite. To destroy. To scream. Anything to gnaw away this feeling that she was being devoured. Kill or be killed, but she resists. She knows she'll have her time to prove herself. She knows that it's fast approaching. The only question is will she be ready when they present her the stipulations of it all?

"I don't wear his shoes. Only the helmet." Kaialis offered as he circled her. Her fingers twitched, but she gave no other indication of uncomfortability. At least, not outwardly. His next question takes her off guard. She doesn't like it. That it feels like he knows. Like he's reached into the inner creases of her mind and taken them out. It's almost like he holds them now by dangling strings. He doesn't need an answer, so she doesn't give him one.

"What other meaning do we have but to be useful to someone?" Kaialis said then, "Even if that someone is only ourselves."

Footfall bounced on soft moss in a cloud forest where the only stars were falling dewdrops, where nothing seemed to breathe but the trees and their lofted branches. When Kaialis dropped from the ship, the ground beneath her feet answered. So Kaialis called out into the emptiness, and it answered. 

It answered in multiples, in seasons.

Really?

Who is she?

Who cares? 

Who will ask the questions? 

Who will answer? 

A rocky silence.

This was the Ren; these were its vigils. The Knights of Ren, a vitreous clan formed of sediment, war, and plasma, fused by lightning. One swung forward out of that emptiness, shadow first, man second, the shape of him grand and sharp, yet crude, animal, all of him moving in some terrible, inscrutable way, even once he stood still. A trace of cowl clung like death linen to the deep black wet of his back. His chromium lattice shined with blood. He spoke for them all when he spoke and if he spoke. 

This was Kylo Ren, their master, in the Ren’s stead. But not the master to this foreign body, this Kaialis, though that time would come or pass. 

“You have big shoes to fill,” he said. 

There was a lilt in the warped voice and his movements. He was still young. Still a dog—a dog who knew a leash when it saw one. He circled Kaialis, scented her, and recoiled. Drew up like a Nexu at the whiff of Snoke’s influence.  

“What voices did you hear before his?” Ren’s helm tilted. “Let me guess. One little voice. One cruel, little voice.” 

Kylo Ren preferred to collect his own, to gather whom the Ren called upon. The Ren hadn’t called upon this young, delicate blood that filled Byrec’s studded helmet. She was Snoke’s player. 

Something laughed, bouncing on the moss. Not Kylo Ren, Ren only stood. He only spoke.

“We ‘just have to find you useful,’ hm?” 

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#{ kaialis ; interaction ;; } #kylowrecked #a million years later and look what i've done

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

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#{ meme ;; } #specify muse pllllls

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How to find motivation to write again no glue no borax

#{ mun ;; } #like I WANT TO WRITE BUT DOING IT??? SO HARD

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me mentally fistfighting my muses bc one in particular is being annoying n wanting all the attention when he has *checks drafts* ZERO DRAFTS assigned to him. LIKE WTF

#{ mun ;; }

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Anakin all but collapsed into her arms. All the strength he'd been holding in just suddenly fell and left a broken man in it's wake. He wanted to find comfort and healing in the hug that he received, but his insides felt so heavy. All this weight and none of the energy to carry it and with little desire to continue doing anything. Was this a cry for help or a good bye? He couldn't be sure. Oh Obi-Wan would be so disappointed in him. They all would and that made him cry more.

He could feel her confusion through the force. It was evident that Padme hadn't broken the news to her, but that seemed fair. She'd been upset herself. Maybe she needed to decompress before telling Shi'al, but she wouldn't get that. No. Eventually, Anakin would have to tell the woman the reason for his visit, but for now he needed to cry. He needed to cry until he couldn't cry anymore and he planned to do just that.

SHI’AL KNEW FULL WELL the nature and design of the situation at hand, for she maintained a delicate balance with regards to both parties. Padmè was her sister in all but blood, and Anakin was one of her oldest friends. If either one called out for help during these troubling times, she would drop everything and respond in a HEARTBEAT.

      It was by a stroke of fortune that Shi’al found her evening clear of all activities, and was thus able to pause her perusal of the evening newspaper when she heard the frantic knocking at the door. She couldn’t help but be mildly confused; with rehearsal spontaneously canceled only mere hours before her call time, she wasn’t expecting any guests. Padmè would perhaps visit without providing prior warning; however, as far as Shi’al knew, her best friend was — albeit reluctantly — spending the evening in Anakin’s presence.

The last visitor that Shi’al expected to find on the other side of the door was ANAKIN SKYWALKER, and the HERO WITH NO FEAR was in shambles. “ Oh dear— ” These words escaped her lips before they could be suppressed, breath catching in her throat. Cerulean blue hues were as wide as those of a Loth-Cat caught in the path of an oncoming speeder.

        Shi’al asked no questions. All she did was act on PURE INSTINCT by pulling Anakin into her tight embrace, seeking to provide her friend with much needed warmth and comfort. Her confusion continued to grow, as did the sinking feeling within the depths of her stomach. WHAT WAS IT THAT UPSET ANAKIN SO PROFOUNDLY, and WHY DID HE NOT SEEK COMFORT FROM THE JEDI?

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#{ anakin skywalker ; interaction ;; } #valorums

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"They say that when you love someone you're more prone to want to nap around them because it gives off the sleepy hormone or whatever the fuck." Kestrel said in a teasing tone. He didn't know how he'd gotten so soft. It was so weird and part of it irked him. When he was alone with his thoughts, he felt his skin crawl like he'd just done something disgusting, but he couldn't feel that way when he was with her. There was no room for it.

@ofthestcrs asked: i feel calmer when i’m with you. (Kestrel to Ripley)

Ripley reaches out to push some hair out of his face. She is so relaxed here like this. She doesn't ever let herself just chill out she always has to be doing something to feel productive. With Kestrel though she lets herself be quiet and calm at least for a short time. "I feel the same way it's so nice to just be... quiet and not so hectic. Being around you I feel like I can nap or I dunno just lay down. It's so nice you make me feel so good and I love it."

#{ kestrel ; interaction ;; } #lcveblossomed

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"No." Caleb reached forward to take Henry's hands as gentle as his urgency would let him. "This isn't a rejection, Henry." His eyes tried to meet his, head tilting in hopes of catching it. "You didn't ... I've been feeling the same way. I'm just not as brave as you." He admitted, thumb running across the back of Henry's hand. "I want to take care of you."

@ofthestcrs asked: “That is the thing with giving your heart. You never wait for someone to ask. You hold it out and hope they want it.” (Vamp Caleb to Henry)

"What do you do this?" Henry asks as he looks at Caleb. He's trying to do more to be more truth be told he was just trying to be enough. He wants to be enough it was all he had ever wanted to be all he didn't think he was. He sniffles before he nods taking in a breath. "Right you know what- nevermind. I stepped too far I did too much it wasn't... I shouldn't do this. If you want to discontinue our services I would understand. Excuse me."

#{ caleb ryland ; interaction ;; } #{ caleb ryland ; vampire verse ;; } #lcveblossomed

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Gecko watched him with attentive loving eyes. He knew he could never truly understand how it felt to be Eddie. To feel like he was in the wrong body, but he could try. In tandem, he would accept Eddie in whatever form he decided to come to him. Whether he got surgeries or piercings or tattoos. Anything to make him happy. Anything to get him one step to feeling like he belonged on this Earth and in the body he was in.

"You'll look good no matter what you do, babe." Gecko offers. "Whatever you want, we'll make it happen."

@ofthestcrs asked: your body is beautiful because it's yours. don't forget that. (Gecko to Eddie)

"Geck..." Eddie starts though he hesitates as he looks over to him. He means well of course Eddie gets that but it just isn't the same. He is very insecure about his body about himself in general. He doesn't like the obvious parts he hides but he's also just scrawny and kind of weird looking or so he thinks. He can appreciate how different it probably looks in Gecko's eyes but to Eddie himself? He can't think a negative thought about himself about who he is and what he's like. He isn't going to get into all that though and ruin the mood so he gives Gecko his best smile."I uh... I dig the tattoos. Once I getthe money together I'll be covered head to toe in 'em maybe a few piercings too. What do you think gorgeous could I pull of some of the ones you've got? The piercings I mean."

#{ gecko ; interaction ;; } #lcveblossomed

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Caleb couldn't help but laugh, gentle and warm. He had been rather guarded and mysterious towards the other despite their situation. Of course, he had his reasons. He craved that affection so badly. He hadn't had it since his change. It was why he'd found Henry in the first place.

"Alright." Caleb said before standing up, curls falling over his blazing amber hues as he started to unbutton his shirt slowly. He wasn't extremely muscularly in looks, but that didn't mean much. He slid the shirt off his shoulders and down onto the chair before taking the hair tie he kept around his wrist and used it to tie up his hair. He didn't really care if the other saw the scars from the bite now or the fangs of his ex that dangled from his ears in an earring format.

"I'll let you see me." His hands moved to his belt, undoing it before tugging it. The slacks he wore loosened on his hips.

"I have been curious. Usually if things had gotten to this point with anyone else I would have already seen them. It feels like with you I've seen nothing. It isn't that you're shy it's something else and it makes me all the more curious." Henry admits with a small smile. He is surprised that the words leave his mouth but he feels like he has to say it has to tell him the truht.

He is curious he wants to see more of Caleb and he of course wants him to feel good. "It is up to you though. This is your time we will do whatever you want. I'm sure I could get hard again if you just kept talking to me in that voice of yours I could touch myself again for you."

#{ caleb ryland ; interaction ;; } #{ caleb ryland ; vampire verse ;; } #lcveblossomed #tw mild nsfw

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It's in this moment that Ben realizes that he has no say in anything. It's not as if he asked to be born and worse, it's not like he asked for this so called wonderful gifts. Was it wrong that he craved to be normal like the rest of the kids he'd known so far? Was it wrong that he wished the force -- skywalker blood, whatever you wanted to call it -- would go away? The pressure of it felt like it rested heavily on his small shoulders. Would the weight ease as he grew older? His child mind couldn't imagine it to be so. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

"But you're not gonna be there." Ben sniffled, "What if I have a nightmare?" The thought of trying to go to Uncle Luke about it frightened him. Was it because sometimes in it Uncle Luke was the person trying to hurt him? He hardly told his family about the contents of his dreams, but he couldn't hide that they scared him. It felt almost like a prophecy.

"I want to fly like you. I don't wanna be a Jedi." He knew at the end of the day what his mother wanted is what she would get and something had made her hellbent on this. Ben knew his father couldn't get him out of this but still he was pleading. "I'm scared."

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His lip trembles. His heart tearing itself apart as he looks at the man he once called his father. The words are meant to comfort, but they feel like a knife that keeps sinking deeper and deeper into his chest. His eyes are waterfilled -- so close to overflowing. Ben shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut, but that does nothing to help his feelings.

"Then why are you and mama sending me away?" The boy asks, "Why can't I stay with you?" He couldn't understand why he had to go train with Luke. He couldn't understand why he couldn't just stay with his family and be a normal kid. He just wanted to be normal.

Han doesn't like how much this reminds him of himself and his father. The father who abandoned him to his own devices when he was even younger than Ben is right now.

If it was just his choice, he'd tell the force and every little midichlorian inside his son to go to hell, because no weird magic is worth losing his child. But he knows that would most likely be the worst choice to make for Ben, that the force —while nothing to him— is a big thing that can make or break his son's life depending on whether he learns how to use it or not.

He gets down on Ben's level, his hands cradling Ben's face, thumbs stroking under his eyes to catch the first stray tears before he combs his hair out of his face.

"Because you are the son of the most wonderful and unique woman in the galaxy," Han breathes out. "And she gave you something very special that you have to learn to use, for your own safety, and I wouldn't trust anyone else but your uncle Luke to teach you how to use it."

Han has to move his hands down to Ben's arms, afraid to squeeze his face too hard. "You've got my comm, and Chewie's, and your mama's," he tells him. "You can call me whenever you want, no matter the time. It'll be like I'm right there– and if anything ever happens, and I mean ANYTHING, you tell me and I WILL be there as soon as I can, okay?" he does his best to smile. "Give Jedi training a try for Luke and mama, yeah? They just want to help you. Besides, your mom doesn't show me any cool wizard tricks, you have to learn them all and show me, and you'll still see us. SOMEONE has to show you how to properly fly a ship, not like Luke. Did I ever tell you about the time he crashed his right into a swamp?

#{ ben solo ; interaction ;; } #mayxthexforce #hi i have feelings about this

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Howdy I’m back home and though I have a crazy work week ahead of me I’m gonna try to get back and running. Probably I’ll try to put some stuff out tomorrow ??? I’m thinking some opens or something!! But yeah!!! Thanks for everyone hanging around while I went on my silly little trip following my favorite band around!!

#{ mun ;; } #posting this here too #idk if I’ll do starters on this blog tho I’ll probably focus on drafts n what not

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I’m not dead. Just in California

I’m not dead. Just in Texas

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I’m not dead. Just in Texas

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@valorums said: “Ever since we met, no one else can compare.” — to Anakin

"You're just saying that." Anakin tries to keep his voice light and joking, but there's that lacing insecurity in it too. The God complex of being the so called chosen one was more than just that. How he could think he was the greatest of all time and yet somehow the worst was beyond him. He was an enigma. A puzzle that couldn't be solved, because some of the damn pieces were missing.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel good."

#valorums #{ a queue among the stars ;; }

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@valorums said: “You said you didn't want this.” — to Anakin

"I know. I said ... I said a lot of things." Anakin said. His frustration with everything evident. "I say things all the time and then I regret them or realize I didn't really mean them and I ... I'm sorry I'm so confusing. I really don't mean to be. I was just ... I'm scared ... of getting hurt again. I mean, you saw how I was after..." He didn't even want to say it. Even now the thought of saying her name made his heart ache and it made him so mad. Why did his ex still matter when he had someone so lovely in front of him? Why did he constantly have to feel like his heart was being torn in two?

#valorums #{ a queue among the stars ;; }

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@decrheart said: “You’re a good person.”

"Mmmmm." Arlo didn't seem convinced as he sat on the couch, legs slowly spreading out as he casted his gaze away from Luci for a moment. Of course, the reason he liked Luci so much was because he seemed to think the best of him -- of nearly everyone. It was both admirable and stupid. It made him vulnerable in ways Arlo couldn't imagine ever being and yet ... he felt himself softening. How could he not?

"If you say so." He finally managed, ringed hand reaching out and pulling Luci by the belt loop until the younger was plopped into his lap. "I guess I can be good for you." He mumbled as he buried his face in Luci's neck, nuzzling gently. He wasn't usually the cuddly type, but he could get used to this. Luci felt so warm and he smelt so nice.

#decrheart #{ a queue among the stars ;; }

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@valorums said: “A lot of people’s lives are better because you’re in them.” [REY]

Rey looks to the rock in her hands, smoothing her thumb over the cool surface. It helps grounds her in a way she can't describe. Life has been crazy. The war is over, but there's so much left to do. So much to rebuild and she ... she's suddenly the face of it all. It's a heavy weight to hold, but the older woman's words help to lighten the load slightly.

"You think so?" Rey said softly, "It's strange ... not be a nobody anymore."

#valorums #{ a queue among the stars ;; }