#onlyhoped

@onlyhoped​ said: " you're sick," the exiled Jedi spits with disgust. " How could you do this? " // unprompted → ALWAYS ACCEPTING

       THERE  WAS  NOTHING  either  of  them  could  have  done  ----  a  sisyphean  task  placed  upon  a  mere  padawan  to  raise  a  child  who’s  destiny  had  already  been  written;  tear  the  pages  out,  burn  them,  re-write  them  in  your  own  hand,  and  yet  the  words  could  never  be  have  been  erased  from  the  conscious  of  the  force  itself. 

       Darth  Vader  was  inevitable,  and  freshly  moulted  from  the  shell  of  his  fabricated  life  among  the  Jedi,  he  showed  no  shred  of  remorse  facing  down  his  old  master  ----  his  old  friend. 

@onlyhoped LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: 🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝

@thegothfiles - Tyler is one of the first writers I ever followed on tumblr, I know this because I followed him on my first blog, Alice’s blog, and we both happened to have heavy themes pertaining to My Chemical Romance on both of our blogs at the time, and both still do if you know where to look. Stumbling across their blog, aesthetics of my keen interests aside, I was completely mesmerized by their writing, their formatting. It gave me my first taste of what tumblr rp was like. Tyler has a multimuse blog which contains all original characters. Something I loved at first glance, and still adore whenever I check it out is that you can tell Tyler is a goth, and grew up on that shit in one way or another, another thing I can personally relate to. Not just cusa’ the aesthetics, but all of his muse faceclaims are related to the alt. subculture in some sort of way (Gerard Way, Frances Bean Cobain, Peter Steele, etc). While I could say Jessie is my favorite muse from his blog because he’s my oc Rosaliné’s canon husband, like most, my favorite has to be Jack. Take a chance, and dip your toes in. Tyler might not be on here 24/7, but whenever they’re online, it’s a thrill to have them back.

@killshope - I first followed Bastian back in 2019 on my oc blog for Rosaliné back before I first really got into Star Wars the way I am now. We didn’t get a chance to speak as much as I’d like up until recently, but I’m glad we got the chance to. We wrote a bit back when I had Rey on her indie, and I can confidently say that Bastian is the one Kylo blog I will continue to follow for years to come. When it comes to writing Kylo, she never leaves any details out. She’s thought of an explanation for just about everything, which isn’t an easy task when writing someone like Kylo Ren, a man who had fallen from grace. His character is complex, and every detail within her carrd will have you hooked and waiting for more.

@pistollips - OC blogs are just as important as canon, and arguably more interesting with all of the time it takes to create them from scratch! For a long time, I admire V’s blog from a distance, so shy to interact. Never before had I seen so many people be enamored by a female OC, and it makes sense why. Something about Atty as a muse screams Campy, or melodramatic, the most extreme version that one could be, and I adore it! She’s evil, and she knows it. Don’t like it? Whatever. Her graphics are always being updated to something so unique, it’s like the hook of an essay, and then you see the way V is able to spill the words out onto the keyboard, and write Atty’s most authentic self with each and every muse you throw at her, it’s astonishing. She’s always so much fun to write with, and there’s never a dull moment when she’s being posted to the dash. It’s high speed, and you better keep up before you get left in the dust.

@thecrypt​ - I always thought it was funny trying to talk about Alyssa to other people, because people either thought I was referring to myself, or I personally thought trying to say her name sounded funny, since we happen to share the same name. We both write in a small community here on tumblr, which consists of gothic/metal/horror based OCs. Alyssa & I first became mutuals way back when Jackie had her own blog poppin’ off, and the first muses we wrote together were Jackie Burkhart & Kenny Mccormick! They’re a pair that we still write about to this day, and their little ship dynamic may have you scratching your heads at first, but it is simply the best, I promise you. Alyssa writes a mix of canon muses, and those of her own creation. Her blog has a heavy theme of spookiness to it, so if that’s your thing, she is right up your alley and you’re missing out if you aren’t following her already. As far as her bios and writing goes, I’ve genuinely never seen someone put so much goddamn detail into each muse they write, I can’t imagine being so creative and working as hard as she does on everything she creates; I genuinely envy that about her. Do yourself a favor, and at the very minimum, check her blog out, you won’t be disappointed.

@sammyemerson - Have you guys ever heard that meme about underdeveloped canon characters, and it’s Fiona Goode from AHS talking and it says “I took the liberty of sprucing your boy up” and the guy sitting in the background is Kyle but his face is scribbled over with “underdeveloped canon muse” or some shit? That’s Edie’s blog. Yes, I know Sam Emerson isn’t a lowkey muse with underdeveloped details and that there are like... What? three lost boy movies, but I don’t care. In my eyes, Sam is Edie’s creation practically. She owns the boy, and she cares for him so very much. I’d known about Lost Boys before following her, but I’ve since learned so much from her blog alone. My favorite kind of writing blog is when someone is writing a niche muse you don’t see too often like Sam, and the writer just spends hours pouring new details into them, sharing ideas and headcanons. That’s what Edie does, and she welcomes you to her little world with open arms. She allows you to ask questions, and she genuinely wants to write with all who cross her path, and I love that about her! She’s a free spirit, and a true writer. You’ll fall in love with Sam after following her and reading her posts. She should be coming back to tumblr soon, so give her a follow for when she does! You’ll regret it if you don’t.

       ‘  master  kenobi,  i  presume?  ’  she  acknowledged  the  jedi  with  a  slight  nod  of  her  head.  arsinoé  hadn’t  met  as  many  jedi  as  she  assumed  she  would  be  meeting  since  being  elected,  an  assumption  made  because  of  the  stories  her  senator  would  often  share  with  her.  but  once  separatist  began  to  wage  their  own  battles  on  naboo’s  own  soils,  only  then  was  she  finally  beginning  to  be  introduced  to  certain  characters  she  wouldn’t  otherwise  meet.

       ‘  i’ve  heard  plenty  of  good  things  about  you  from  senator  amidala,  i  was  surprised  that  even  REPRESENTATIVE BINKS  had  plenty  to  say  about  you  as  well,  ’  amusement  could  be  heard  in  her  voice  if  one  listened  carefully  enough.  both  facial  features  and  TONE  remained  neutral  however,  even  as  she  continued.  ‘  you  are  good  friends  with  them,  yes?  ’

                  𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.   submitting   to   the   unseen   ------   no,   it   was   more   than   that   ------   to   the   unseen’s   WILL   was   the   antidote   for   a   neophyte’s   insecurity,   not   for   the   chosen   one.   not   when   swevens   broadcast   every   texture   of   life   &   change   in   the   pattern   of   the   wind   through   the   veil   of   the   force   into   his   chest   where   he   felt   them   with   the   living   force   until   he   left   the   planet.   i   burn   like   a   sun   inside!   but   obi-wan   would   know   if   he   hadn’t   tried.   from   the   opaque   constitution   of   his   emotions   &   distance   in   his   sight.

                  anakin’s   mind   is   layered   in   a   fog   of   his   own   make   from   his   hours   marching   on   the   perimeter   of   the   temple,   GLUTTING   ON   THE   SHADOWED   shame   of   insecurity   &   phantoms   from   the   frontlines   of   jedi   he   envied   on   the   eve   of   his   revelation.   

                  ❝   i   failed,   master.   i   can’t   do   it      ------      i   don’t   WANT   to.   nothing’s   filtering.      ❞

" come here, and i'll braid your hair for you if you'd like."      /      @onlyhoped​ 

eyes go as wide as one of the fragile saucers master obi-wan takes his beloved tea on. there’s little point in asking if he means what he says. by this age and after years of lessons rey knows the absolute forthrightness of the master’s character. he says what he means and to question his honesty is tantamount to being disrespectful. she’s been just that plenty of times elsewhere; no need to add a burden to such an offer when there’s no reason. 

                       ❝ you can braid? ❞  she’s grateful she sounds more delighted than shocked, though truly she’s both. ❝ i had no idea. i mean...of course! i would like it, thank you. ❞  situating herself so that her hair faces master obi-wan, rey rushes to take her hair from its customary buns. only halfway through the process does she remember to slow down, otherwise she risks ripping half of it out. that won’t do at all.

BREATH  IS  RAGGED  AND  STUTTERS  THROUGH  GRITTING  TEETH.  one  arm,  shaking  with  more  cuts  and  bruises  hidden  beneath  sleeves,  does  its  best  to  grasp  around  three  large  slices  ranging  from  the  hip  to  stomach  while  violent  red  seeps  through  usually  dark  robes.  the  walk  to  kenobi  is  slow,  quinlan  hunches  over  himself  with  a  grimace  tugging  his  features  ;  yet,  he  attempts  at  his  usual  charm  towards  the  other  jedi,  appearing  like  he  wasn’t  worse  for  wear.

❛  dunno’  what  you’re  talking  about,  kenobi,  this  is  my  usual  look.  ❜   he  replies  with  a  strained  tone,  now  almost  at  the  other.  in  reality,  a  mission  given  by  the  council  to  track  a  lowlife  had  gone  exceedingly  wrong,  like  it  was  doomed  right  from  the  get-go.  EVEN  THOUGH  TRACKING  WAS  A  SECOND  NATURE  TO  HIM  it  had  started  off  all  too  easy  ----  he  should  have  listened  to  his  own  instincts.  perhaps  it  was  his  ego,  maybe  it  was  because  he  wanted  it  to  be  easy,  but  those  screaming  thoughts  had  been  pushed  to  the  back  of  his  mind  and  now  he’s  paying  the  price.  they  had  been  waiting  for  him,  and  a  group  of  ten  mugged  and  beaten  him  mid-tracking  when  distracted  with  his  psychometry. 

he  had  let  his  guard  down.