these violent delights

independent selective multimuse roleplay blog, feat. muses from various mediums and canons. generally canon-divergent and headcanon-based.

currently featuring muses from star wars & shadow and bone.

penned by moony / 26 / gmt+8 / low activity

❛  he looks like he will keep you safe.  ❜   @2187s​ for 𝐏𝐎𝐄

        the director yells CUT, but they remain still, the line hangs in the air between them, and for a moment, the scene stretches and pulls. it snaps back to reality when their assistants crowd up.  poe's smile wanes but doesn't vanish. he's trying to string the words together, but his mind has picked the perfect moment to fail him.

       one scene to the next. they should move on, except those words aren’t in the script. they're both professionals up for an improv every now and then if the mood strikes them. it’s the particular way finn was looking at him, however... no, he'd be a fool to imagine there'd be something more. it's acting, poe dameron. it's what we do. but desire - the foolish, wild thing that it is - can't be blanketed out with repetitive mantras, try as he might. and oh, how he has tried to forget about it all.

       he tries to pull himself together, gently pushing the assistants away, asking them to give them some space.  ❛  that was great, finn. you really -   ❜  he waves a hand,   ❛   - you really captured what john was feeling there.  ❜    the next breath escapes him in a low whistle, and his smiled warmed up once more.    ❛    i almost thought ----- never mind. you got to me. you're just that good, huh?   ❜      god, he was really digging himself into a deeper hole here.  

      he's his character. he's not. he is. he's not.

“Cool of you to notice,” he drawled with lips pulled into a lazy grin. “Been through here once, I think. Thought I’d visit again while I had the time.” While the distant pull was still tangible enough to follow before disappearing all together. “What ‘bout you? Handsome fella out on the streets well past evening– not up to any shenanigans, are you?” Not that it mattered to the likes of him.

 ❛  what do you do with tenderness when all you expect is fury ?  ❜ @2187s​ for 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇

      tenderness is a gentle emotion.  an emotion they had to relearn - scrapped from the small moments in between training and when the lights were off, where helmets were swapped for names and barked instructions for whispers. she can't remember much from before. she supposed her parents were tender towards her. at least, she'd hoped. the alternative was too painful to imagine.

          ❛   i'm not sure, finn.   ❜  her sigh is quiet in the small space, an abandoned ship repurposed for her room.   ❛   we were thrown out into this world - taught one way and hoping for another, but what's out there is never quite how we want it to be. i could never have made it without my squadron.  ❜  her gaze lifted to the viewport, watching her friends laugh outside. all of them without families or homes to return to; nothing but what they've shaped here together navigating unfamiliar terrain.  

       ❛   tenderness instead of fury? perhaps all you can do is embrace it and hold on to what you have,   ❜  her lips curled in to a wry smile,  ❛   and it seems like you've got a good deal there, finn. not many of us get that.   ❜

⤅ @unfcreseen​

            nikolai has never been more grateful for all those hours of decorum lessons. even when negotiations had started to drift into vague threats and not so subtle hints of bribes, the air of unperturbedness remained unaffected.     when the second hour inched around, he stood up abruptly, announced a round of drinks for everyone, and tamar and tolya escorted the lot out the door, promising that the privateer would join them shortly. with room mercifully emptied, nikolai allowed himself to savor one singular exquisite eyeroll before his gaze flitted towards the other door in the dusty meeting room and to the shifting shadows on the bottom.

⤅ @detpowell​

       while her rest of the family had never been a fan of hospitals, susan had always found them comforting. perhaps it was the faint smell of bleach that clung over everything or the beeping of machines in the background that brought back her grad student days. simpler times. today, however, she was here in nothing more than a volunteer capacity, far - far - from endless data analysis and the sounds of johnny and reed bickering in the background.

       her boots well worn path to the children's wing, hands piled high with various soft toys and lego sets. turning slightly, she shoved her shoulder against one of the double doors that led to the east wing. it swung open faster than expected, and she took an ungraceful stumble into the path of the person behind it. ❛   ah, sorry !   ❜  she exclaimed, as several boxes tumbled to the ground. she suppressed a winced as a couple of them landed on her foot.   ❛   gotta love the person who decided an x-wing model set should be as heavy as a brick, huh?   ❜

⤅ @scavengered​

        the wind stirs the bottom of his cloak as he paced at the top of the cliff, taking slow steps around the figure seated on the small dais. he surveyed her carefully from head to toe, the staff laying by her side, the way she thrummed with the force, and all the while, he tried to avoid the earnest gaze, as if he was a solution. it had been hard enough to bear the first time around -  the hope in her eyes as she held out the saber towards him. and yet, when she had attempted to push it into his hands, he had held up a hand in response. no, not yet.

⤅ @unfcreseen​

       ❛   you’re a little ––– different, aren’t you?   ❜   matthew leans against the lamppost outside the pub, head tilted casually to one side. the casualness a contrast to the speculative gaze sliding over the man. the moment - a casual encounter - might have passed were the concept to intriguing to pass up. the air was tainted with the lingering scent of blood, but this man was neither a vampire, daemon, or witch, that much he’d determined, so he allowed curiosity to guide him further. ❛   new to town?   ❜ 

⤅ @ironicarus​

           ❛   honestly - the party could’ve been louder,   ❜ he deadpans.   a constant thrum of music bleeds over the voices in the cantina, obscuring any conversations from unwanted attention. it’s a good location - crowded, easy to ambush. if he were several years younger, he would’ve embraced it and ordered another round for everyone. but considering the half a million bounty on his head, he opted for discretion this time around. not that it’d been easy considering his contact.

        his sources had mentioned the contact would be in the bar, but beyond that provided no other means of identifying who it might be, only that whoever it was would find him. sure enough,  it was the person holding court at the largest table. poe had sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before tilting his head towards a quieter side of the bar, making sure to order a drink along the way to ease the pounding in his head.   only when the man had come close did he continue ––– ❛   heard you had information you couldn’t share over a holo.   ❜