BAPTISM OF FIRE

Jayden Ren never sensed such conflict inside of his brother and it worried him. Kylo Ren had always toiled between the light and dark, much like himself, but this was different. He could feel it. Ever since his sibling was injured, he seemed different, and Jayden Ren knew it had a lot to do with those scum that dared to stand against him. He was aware of his brother’s bond with that girl; that nobody through their own, and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of her. And that traitor. He sighed, contemplating what could be done to prevent something like that from happening again. He was going to do whatever it took to protect Kylo Ren.

Once summoned he gave nod, wrapping his brother’s old cloak around his shoulders before making his way to the throne room. He was still lost in his own thoughts when he arrived, finally snapping out of it once he felt the presence of his master.

“Supreme Leader.” he said, replacing his normal greeting of ‘master’. He seemed to enjoy saying it, a part of him happy to see his brother rise to greatness. He knelt down in front of Kylo Ren, a smile playing on his face, “What do you need of me?”

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SCENT: blowing out a candle // charred flesh // copious amounts of blood // decay // frankincense and myrrh combined // freshly turned earth // mud // petrichor // singed fabric // slowly cooking meat over an open fire // struck matches // sweat // the forest after it rains on a cool night // the horrible sterile and medical scent of an infirmary // the vague sweetness of generic ‘clean’ body wash given out by the First Order SIGHT: a red sky over a battlefield // beams of light, soft and then suddenly blazing // black sand shores with waters just as dark // black smoke rising // blood dispersing in sink or shower water // bound wrists // carnage // crimson nebula, speckled with an infinite number of stars // darkness swallowing oneself whole // floating into the abyss // forests, deep and dark // ghostly hands reaching out from every which way // glitches // glowing blood moon // hooded phantoms // lava flowing and hardening // lightning cracks, clouds flickering ominously // minimalist black interior // pools of blood // scars from battles won, lost, and saved for another day // scraped knuckles and busted lips // searing red against a solid white or black background // sinister figures lining the path to a throne // shadows creeping in the fog // spider-webbed glass // the aurora borealis // the phases of the moon // the void, dark and suffocating // vast tundra // veins, dark and striking against sickly pale skin SONG: alone // baby doll (combat) // cave paintings // dream // end times lullaby // eredin, king of the hunt // grave-hoard battle // lord seeker // main theme (dishonored) // night approaches // omen // rachel’s quest // rosetta suite // secunda // sic parvis magna // silence unbroken // the covenant // the crawlers attack // the experiment // the first hunter // the gravewalker // unsettling aura (dungeon ii) // vestige of hope // whatsoever a man soweth // white walkers // xaxas SOUND: an avalanche, cracks and rumbles echoing // bones breaking // brown noise // dripping water // dry heaving // feral growling // focused grunts and practice sabers clacking during training // frightening battle cries // lightning crackling dangerously close // metal crunching under the weight of destruction // roaring fire // screams of pain // shattering glass // soft crying // suffocating silence // the light sparkle of electricity // thunder rumbling in the distance // white noise TASTE: acrid smoke overpowering the senses // bile // blood flooding the mouth before spilling over // charcoal // pure clean water // red meat, cooked medium-rare // salt of sweat and tears // the light twang of copper from a busted lip // vitamins and nutrients, bitter on the tongue TOUCH / FEEL: a clenched jaw, teeth scraping together almost painfully // a rapidly beating heart, fueled by anger and fear // a sharpened blade // bile irritating the back of your throat // bitten tongue and lips // blood dripping from the nose // claustrophobia // claws dug deep into your back // chains tugged tight around the neck // cold steel // dehydration // dry and cracked lips // eyes burning from tears and lack of sleep // heavy eyelids // ice burn // knuckles stinging, raw and bloodied // mental exhaustion // migraines // muscle tension everywhere // prickling skin from consuming anxiety // skin blistering from burns // something sharp needling under your fingernails // sweat-drenched clothing // swollen muscles from pushing oneself over the limits in physical training // the stifling confines of a mask // suffocation // the heat of a burning fire wafting into your face, too warm for comfort // throat raw from screaming // throbbing veins WORD: ambivalence // adamantine // adroit // catalyst // caustic // chthonic // cyclone // depraved // esurient // excoriating // implacable // indignation // inexorable // insidious // lurid // malcontent // manifestation // miasma // monster // obfuscate // odious // onus // petulant // rancor // reproach // rigor // sibilant // violence // whorl

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Anakin waves his hand dismissively. ❝ Luke has no idea. He’ll be doing something with your father, which means your mother will be several glasses into —— ❞ He paused, deciding that Leia could be spared, at least for the moment. Explaining fruity cocktails to Ben was not high on his to-do list. With a smirk, he glanced over at the boy.

❝ Besides, he only tattled because we didn’t save him any. ❞ Unaware of the consequences and equally unconcerned, Anakin had let Ben eat through an entire mixed bag of Halloween goodies. A reward for being so good at the dentist, right? Luke found them trying to patch a hole in the couch cushion that had resulted from twenty straight minutes of sugar-fueled jumping.

At least it wasn’t as bad as the time they’d broke the flat screen with a baseball bat.

❝ But, look, kid, you really have to assure me you’re going to be a big boy while we’re there. We have to ride all the big rides to get our money’s worth. Including that really, really tall water slide. You know the one. ❞ His smirk widened into a grin.

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“I’ve got my mind made up this time.”

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It was like a nightmare come true. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, trapped in a room with the dangerous, murderous Kylo Ren. With panic threatening to bubble up within her, Rose takes a few deep breaths in an effort to calm herself. It doesn’t work. Rose isn’t sure anything could calm her at this point. 

The man before her could crush her like a bug, literally and metaphorically. He could raise a pretty, shiny chair and let it fall on her head. He could wrap his gloved hands around her fragile throat. Or at the simplest, he could run his lightsaber through her flesh.

Rose expects the worst. She expects it immediately. Although tempted to squeeze her eyes shut, to give herself one last moment of comfort and peace, she doesn’t. Instead, she defiantly stares into his eyes and potentially his soul.

what exists beyond the senses? within the depths of the mind, where the body fades and thoughts rise to die without action, nonexistence is defined by ENTRAPMENT. the darkness, perpetual and black and suffocating, is the cushion of death and promise of the womb; life comes here to be, but to be is far more difficult than to cease.

how long he has been DECEASED, even before his last breath.

beyond dying, DEPRIVED of reality, is only the mind. the self, trapped by its own uncertainties and fantasies, scratches and claws for release. for realization, some TWISTED form of the actual; finding none, it withers to madness. this is hallucination and dissociation and nightmares. this is the force of imagination, bringing to life its will.

most of all, this is chaos.

❛ ORDER. NOT PEACE.’

peace a clever ILLUSION, crafted with deception. he, brought into the fold of the force by the hands of another ( resented thief, possessing what is already claimed ) cannot persist in this way without knowing as much. with the acceptance that there is NO REST beyond the chaos, that the mind has no resolution beyond the madness, then order begins to make sense. it as close to the truth as peace can be.

like wild souls brought from shadow to sun, chaos is controlled with horror. singular fear becomes INEFFICIENT. the cold of terror inevitably warms without a follow-through of shock, disgust, permanency. monstrosity conveys best a truth that empowers the deserving —— those beloved by fate itself and reviled by the universe:

it will grow worse.

the suffering of life gives to death which gives to insanity. damnation gives only to the sands of time. BEYOND? there exists no beyond; the eyes are blind and the self refuses to comprehend a horizon so eternally out of reach.

❛ THINK OF MY VOICE.’

his voice, if not his words, must become the least elusive and most assuring of the thoughts and sensations swirling through his head. anakin raises a hand and presses his fingertips to the other’s temple; perhaps he will feel the COLD; anakin can feel his skin and the goings-on just past his skull —— blood and fear. this is enough; given sight and holding the force to his will, he drops his hand.

❛ THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND IT.’

he stares, seeing only the grimacing face of his grandson. he ( both, perhaps? ) seeks VIOLENCE, even now; he longs to hold him, to force from his thoughts anything and everything impure; the self and the flesh and his love are all that he needs —— all else, distraction. yet, unable to act, unwilling to waste energy creating bruises, uninterested in ruining what concentration he has secured, he closes his eyes.

❛ NOW, REPEAT IT.’

like everything else he has said, this COMMAND is not spoken aloud. an intruder within the realm of the living, he is present within his grandson’s mind, thinking of chaos as he urges order.

a smirk forms.

❛ —— ONLY TO ME.’

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NOTE: This timeline is canon-divergent and has some extra details I wanted to throw in. The little bits that are canon will be backed up by source quotes.  The main change is making Ben much younger when he destroyed the Jedi and also beginning to turn on Snoke before the events of TFA. I can’t see this affecting anyone except for maybe rp’ers of Luke, Leia, and Han, but we can always plot something different if it actually gets in the way. Other than those instances, this is the official timeline for my blog. (It’s also just a tad long, so... more under the ‘read-more’, obviously.)

IN EMBRYO: In the year 5ABY, Leia was pregnant with Ben. At this point in time, Snoke began to target him, needling into his growing mind. Leia can feel something dark growing inside her son.

❝ The dark, now lit with stars. One by one, like eyes opening. Comforting at first, then sinister as she worries. Who is out there, who is watching us? Hands reach for her, hands of shadow, lifting her up, reaching for her throat, her wrists, her stomach—inside, the child kicks. She feels her baby turning inside, right-side, upside down, struggling to find his bearings, trying so hard to find his way free of her. […] Her middle twists too—it’s not the baby. It’s some unseen fear uncoiling. ❞ — from Bloodline

❝ He is less a human-shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it’s normal. […] Right now, her son is upset, tumbling insider her as if he can’t get comfortable. His light, flickering with dark. She centers herself and concentrates. The walls of the room fall away. Everything is white and then it’s black. […] The baby turns inside her again, troubled by something she cannot feel and cannot yet understand. ❞ — from Bloodline

AGES 0 - 10: Ben showed signs of being powerful in the ways of the Force during infancy, and had a strong connection with his mother. Both Leia and Han had jobs within the military (of which were physically, mentally, and emotionally draining), and as much as they loved Ben and wanted to be with him, their jobs ultimately had to come first in order to save the New Republic and the galaxy. With Snoke always in his mind, Ben came to believe it was his fault that his parents were away and got into arguments so often. Due to Snoke’s meddling and his new plague of thoughts, Ben became reclusive and prone to acting out.

❝ [Han] had trouble believing what he was hearing. ❛ So Snoke was watching our son. ❜ ❛ Always, ❜ she told him. ❛ From the shadows, in the beginning, even before I realized what was happening, he was manipulating everything, pulling our son toward the dark side. ❜ ❞ — from the novelization of TFA

☆  Anakin can read the silent threat on his grandson’s face, as if Kylo could actually hurt him. The lightsaber that Kylo carried would be intimidating to anyone who was able to be hurt; but Anakin was not. He took another step closer, forcing himself to inhale deeply, to push back his own anger.  “Vader was a slave, Ben. A slave to Sidious, a slave to his emotions – all I wanted was to keep your grandmother safe. He promised me that. After Mustafar, I found out that she was gone. I had nothing to live for until Luke came to me, until Luke saw that I still had light in me. I broke free.”

☆  As Ben began to circle him, Anakin’s jaw tightened, rotating to follow him. “I still see that light in you. You can break free, too, Ben. I believe in you. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he could practically see the thoughts running through Ben’s head; his doubts were practically tangible. It hurt him. Anakin blamed himself for not being able to visit sooner, despite the fact that he knew that it was Snoke keeping him away. Maybe, if he had, Ben would never be in this position. 

☆  Meeting Ben’s eyes, Anakin took another step forward, his brow furrowing gently. It isn’t too late for his grandson; it can’t be. Even the fact that this conversation was still going on showed that there was at least a part of Ben that was willing to listen to him, even if he was willing to listen simply to argue. Anakin wasn’t ready to give up on his grandson, the same way his son hadn’t been ready to give up on him.

☆  “Snoke was a stronger force than you knew, Ben. He had his eyes on you, his strength slowly taking hold from the time you were born. It was and is no secret to the galaxy that your mother is sensitive to the Force. He knew that you would be powerful, just as she is. And he kept me out, he pushed me out, he isolated you purposefully. I tried calling to you, again and again. I tried to keep you in the light, but I failed. I know I’m late, but I would like to make up for lost time. I’m sorry, Ben, but I’m here now, and I’m telling you that it isn’t too late.”

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⊰ B A S I C S ⊱ ◦ NAME: Laura ◦ AGE: 26 ◦ PRONOUNS: She / her ◦ ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer ◦ TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken (I’m married) ⊰ T H R E E ◦ F A C T S ⊱ ◦ I.) I’m a professional animator / illustrator. I also used to do freelance illustration. ◦ II.) I have an unhealthy amount of SW merch, most of it being K.ylo R.en, D.arth Va.der, Finn, droids, and various creatures (but I still have a lot of junk of many other characters). ◦ III.) I’m originally from Italy, but moved to the States when I was five. ⊰ E X P E R I E N C E ⊱ ◦ PLATFORMS YOU USED: Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, AIM, Yahoo IM, Livejournal, RP Nation (very briefly), e-mail, pen + paper ◦ BEST EXPERIENCE: Hard to pick, really, but... if I had to, then I’d pick this one thread I had many years ago in the S.kyrim fandom. I think the title of the thread was called ❛ Cool Guys Don’t Look At Explosions ❜? It was just very dark and comedic, and really fun to write. I usually prefer plotting, but we barely plotted it out beyond the general setting, and everything just came out perfectly. ⊰ M U S E ◦ P R E F E R E N C E ⊱ ◦ FEMALE OR MALE: For writing, male. For writing with, I don’t care. ◦ LEAST FAVORITE FACE(S): Anyone known to be a headass (Kevin Spacey, Lena Dunham, etc.) ◦ MULTI OR SINGLE: I don’t care. ⊰ W R I T I N G ◦ P R E F E R E N C E ⊱ ◦ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: Can I say action/adventure instead? No? Eh... angst. ◦ PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots, but memes are fun too.

His solitude was noisily interrupted as the doors to the conference room slid open to reveal the one thorn in his side Hux had desperately hoped to avoid, but it seemed fate wished to laugh further in his face.  A slight twitch of the corner of his lips and a slight narrowing of eyes was the only movement the General graced the Knight – except that wasn’t quite correct.

Supreme Leader.

The mere title made him inwardly grimace.

Jaw set tightly to the point it was painful, Hux held back the sharp retort, and instead attempted to come up with a response with some semblance of civility. “My apologies, Supreme Leader Ren,” he stated curtly, “but I was unaware you were the one to enforce my schedule.” Shoulders tense, he refused to cave in to his taunts. He wouldn’t dare give his former Co-Commander the pleasure of seeing him break. In fact, he was sure he would prefer death than to bend down like some compliant animal. 

       Tension. Fear. Sorrow. Regret. The feeling of such emotions was what had stirred the spirit of the woman to light, filling what would have been a heart with a pang of sadness that she was so unsure that she would ever feel again. And, yet, there she was, full of the heartache that she had once felt before her death. 

       Fire had burned a temple full of dead children to the ground, and it allowed chaos to run rampant in a small area where peace should have reigned supreme. Screams and cries echoed in the distant winds as lives were taken by force, ripped away prematurely. All due to one scared little boy. One scared little boy with her eyes and someone else’s fear. 

       Days were spent watching over him, calling out to him, trying to reach him– to comfort him. Yes, Padmé would admit that the boy’s actions were far from forgettable, but what punishment or scolding could she give to him? She was a spirit, unable to even speak to him. What he needed, she began to realize, was a reason to feel regret. To feel in his heart that his actions were wrong, and from that, learn in the future what was right. And he needed someone to show him that. The horrid Sith lord that had corrupted him, that had taken him in under his wing would certainly not make her grandson feel anything but pride for the slaughter. So it was up to her to make him see reason, to let him know that he was not alone, and that he did not have to continue down the path he was treading. 

         The moment his panic had taken over him was the moment that Padmé seized her opportunity to reach him, to try her best once more to speak to him. And this time, it worked. He had clearly heard her as she spoke out, gently calling out his name across empty woods. “Ben,” she called one final time before a small, triumphant smile crossed her features. 

          “ Someone who wants to help you.”

❛ Kid —— take this to your mother.”

From his lawn chair ( one of three in Luke’s backyard ), Anakin extended to his grandson a BLANK envelope. The boy had wandered outside only moments before, apparently with some story to tell or question to ask. Anakin had cut him off, but at least his smile was GENUINE.

❛ If she asks —— she will —— tell her it’s from your teacher. It’s Tuesday, right? Yeah.”

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