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𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁     *  ✦  °  .  @imrtlshdw​   。˙ ˖  *

                   the      memory       loops        through        her        memory,         commanding         her         attention         as         if         she         was         constantly         reliving         that                    𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.       “  you’re a   𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 .”     ben’s         words        echoed        in    a    tortuous       cycle.    her        fingers        ITCHED   !            you almost murdered chewy.     rey        breathed        as        if        to        clear        her        mind.        she        did        her        best        to        guide        the        ship        to        the        sand.        however        distraction        was        clear        upon        fraught        features. 

@imrtlshdw​ inquired: “ when  have  you  ever  known  the  world  to  be  a  fair  place? ”

the crane wives sentence starters pt. 1 foxlore | accepting

      A loaded question with an easy answer. NEVER. Even in instances where fairness prevailed, there was always another shoe to drop. An inevitable turn for the worse. The classic standby: ‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this’, regrettably always rang true. He was, unfortunately correct, she had not known the world to be a fair place. People enjoyed kicking others when they were down, exploiting weaknesses, stepping on bent backs to further their own endeavors. Greed and a lust for power too often made monsters out of creatures not made for such cruelties. By answering honestly did it mean her argument was lost? Absolutely not.

subject vindictive suggestions // accepting : :

                                                   @imrtlshdw : :                                            ❝ you deserve no softness ❞

            the flash of a threat in the knight's eyes came bearing teeth as the sputtering violence of his lightsaber reflected off the ghoul-light of the dead emperor's eyes.

            ❝ you made sure of that, ❞ no notes of bitterness stained his voice, nor was it twisted by surprise. the young sith did not expect to meet the melting face of a long-dead god basting in chemicals and wires. but in the mind of a dark sider, no horror was unfathomable.

            i could almost thank you for it.

            almost. an almost that tasted sweet against a crumbling reality. snoke was lie. an amalgamation of what kylo ren's desires: a teacher, a master, a voice that not only accepted the wrongness of him, but nurtured it. ren thought he found his succor in the abomination and his garden. but it was a pretty lie fashioned by the very puppeteer that wielded his grandfather before him.

            it was poetic. despicable. and ren accepted its totality in the span of a heady breath. it no longer mattered who first guided him on his journey, he'd come to this threshold on his own volition. it was kylo ren alone who coveted the shadows and wound the promise of power through his heart.

Tell me something you like about my muse or/and my portrayal

who  wants  a  vibe  check ?                //   rey, obviously

             ❝ i am the last person you need to remind. ❞  

sela is barely an outline at his side, the subtlest sliver of light that cannot be swallowed up running along the edge of her figure. but, once you see her, she is impossible to ignore. while the most potent strains of darkness run in palpatine’s veins and roar at his behest, she who once was a scavenger calls swirls of deep shadow to her like loyal dogs. they dance in the air at her command, vibrating when she breathes. 

even as one once so difficult to convince of the benefits of the dark side, she is more firmly rooted than perhaps darth sidious himself has anticipated. though she cannot know his mind. all she knows is her own.

                 ❝ whatever you ask of me, i do with violence. rest assured. ❞   head tilted upward, she dares to regard the great sith lord who speaks. the last of his kind. so powerful. more ancient than history itself. yet she sees him as merely a vessel for the ravenous dark side -- as she is. though his wisdom in the force more than rivals her own, they are both temporary in form. even he cannot live forever. there is a downfall waiting for him; especially so now that he has claimed her future. as the dark hums, sela nearly smiles.  ❝ i will be so with or without your permission. ❞

is this a response she will be punished for? is her insolence offensive? perhaps. but if it is pain that will result from this minor rebellion, there is nothing to fear.

           𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄, not when it comes to her feelings about the political side of the republic having such a hand in jedi matters.    perhaps her disapproval comes from an aversion to change, a stubbornness that longs for the blissful days of training under her master, of traveling across the galaxy with only the protection of people & peace as their goals.    she’s adaptable, as she must be for her role, but that doesn’t mean that she has to do so with a happy heart.    she stays standing just within the doorway of his office, makes no effort to appear as though she intends on staying any moment longer than necessary.    “you wanted to speak with me, 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑?”