I like the idea of Leia confronting Ren all composed till the moment where she calls him son. Then it breaks both of them. Sorry dont mind me, I have to many feels at the moment. Sorry :’V
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Finals week, fall semester. Any other time, and Rey would have been happy to spread the word of joy that is her particular blend. But desperation for caffeine, low level anxiety for her mechanical engineering final resulting in zero sleep, and the biting chill of the beginnings of winter did not call for niceties. She is certain that the tall, dark haired man hadn’t meant to take her coffee… but she was prepared to fight him for it, if need be.
He pays no mind to the scrawl of letters written messily across the side of the cup he grabs; his focus is elsewhere, his thoughts dwell on the material he’s been reviewing for the past week and a half, which ranges all the way from subatomic particles to the overall structure of the universe. He’s pretty sure this Physics final is gonna kick his ass, regardless of the time he’s spent studying. Hell, it’s Physics, the whole class is as good as screwed.
Kylo’s already turning to take his leave when a young woman addresses him, and although she’s polite enough with her phrasing, there’s a spark of fearless hostility that flits briefly across a hazel gaze. He blinks, casts his own downwards unto the cup in hand to double-check, and as predicted, a messy ‘Rey’ is scribbled in the stead of where his own title should have been. Well, in his defense, Rey did look an awful lot like Ren.
“ Oh. ” For a moment he considers keeping it anyway, if only to rile her up. Russet beacons glimpse her from head to toe in an almost analytical fashion, visage bordering on the edge of condescending. It’s not worth the energy – nor time, for that matter – and with a shrug he hands it back to her.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
<p> <b></b></p><p> <b></b> "Listen.. listen t'me... I'm so proud of you..."</p><p></p><b></b> "The world's not as bad as you think it is."<p></p><b></b> "Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal."<p></p><b></b> "It hurts."<p></p><b></b> "Call an ambulance!"<p></p><b></b> "Help me."<p></p><b></b> "Are you all right?"<p></p><b></b> "No, stay with me. Stay awake."<p></p><b></b> "Wake up!"<p></p><b></b> "We need to get out of here."<p></p><b></b> "Forget it."<p></p><b></b> "I can patch you up. You'll be fine."<p></p><b></b> "Stop complaining!"<p></p><b></b> "Who did this to you?"<p></p><b></b> "What are you doing in a hospital-- why are you bleeding?"<p></p><b></b> "It's just a flesh wound."<p></p><b></b> "What do you mean, you're okay?"<p></p><b></b> "Put it down."<p></p><b></b> "How did this one happen, exactly?"<p></p><b></b> "If you didn't want her to slap you, you shouldn't've been an idiot."<p></p><b></b> "Are you serious right now?"<p></p><b></b> "Do you remember me?"<p></p><b></b> "Do I know you?"<p></p><b></b> "How are you feeling?"<p></p><b></b> "Don't speak. Just.. look at me."<p></p><b></b> "Keep your eyes open."<p></p><b></b> "Look at me."<p></p><b></b> "It's allowed to hurt."<p></p><b></b> "I can't do this!"<p></p><b></b> "Just let it happen."<p></p><b></b> "I don't care. If it will save you, I'll do it."<p></p><b></b> "I'd do ANYTHING to keep you alive so don't for a second tell me to not worry."<p></p><b></b> "You're meant to be stronger than this."<p></p><b></b> "Pull something out that will fix this. You always have something."<p></p><b></b> "I'm not actually a doctor."<p></p><b></b> "IS THERE A DOCTOR ON THE TRAIN?"<p></p><b></b> "Stop moving."<p></p><b></b> "Shut up for once, would you?"<p></p><p></p>
DISCLAIMER: In no way whatsoever do I condone my muse’s behavior. Kylo is a villain, thus, I will play him as such. Please do not expect me to soften his demeanor to please you or your muse. This blog will contain triggers including but not limited to; dissociation, abuse, dark themes, emotional & mental manipulation, death etc. Please let me know if you need me to tag anything else for you, and I will be happy to do so! If any of these themes make you uncomfortable, then I highly recommend you please DO NOT FOLLOW ME, as these traits are vital to Kylo’s character, and I can only censor so much.
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This blog is selective, meaning I will roleplay with most, but not everyone. I look for two things in a blog; an about, and a rules page. If these are not present, I probably won’t follow you back. Sorry!
Yes, I’m one of those people that thoroughly enjoys plotting before interaction occurs. I thrive off of genuine interaction and relationship building - I’m here to write a story with you. I’ll still post plotless opens now and again, but for any major thread, I’m gonna request that we plot it out first - and in result I’ll probably scream at you about it 24/7 because I am way too invested in this muse.
This blog is multiverse, but it does indeed have a mainverse with Warforged. That being said, interaction with other General Hux blogs is welcomed, but I ship Kylo exclusively with the loser I mentioned before, meaning he won’t engage in romantic ships with any other Hux’s. In regards to other ships with Kylo, I will be very selective. Heavy plotting will be a necessity, and if anything sparks, it’ll be a slow-burn, as he is by no means in the right mental space for a healthy romantic relationship. Kylo is more here for platonic interactions, anyways.
Mun and muse are both 18+. NSFW might be present. Everything will be tagged accordingly.
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DATA FILES.
B A S I C S ;
FULL NAME: Ben Solo Kylo Ren. NICKNAMES: Ren, Ky. GENDER: Masculine | His/he/him. AGE: 29 Years Old. BIRTHDAY: November 15th. ( Scorpio. ) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demi-Romantic / Demi-Sexual. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. RELIGION: Dark side of the Force. OCCUPATION: Master of The Knights of Ren. SPECIES: Human / Force-Sensitive.
B A C K G R O U N D ;
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chandrila. HOMETOWN: Chandrila. CURRENCY: Imperial Credit. EDUCATION: Former Jedi - Apprentice to Luke Skywalker. Currently Supreme Leader Snoke’s Apprentice - Training is not yet complete.
P H Y S I C A L ;
FACECLAIM: - Current: Adam Driver. - Adolescent: Ezra Miller. - Child: Finn Wolfhard
VOICECLAIM: - Adam Driver. EYE COLOR: Doe brown. HAIR COLOR: Glossy black. HEIGHT: 6'3" ( 6 feet, 3 inches tall. ) WEIGHT:194 lbs on Earth. COLOR PALETTE: - Black / Red. - Dark greys. - Accents of silver or gold. POWERS: Like his kin, Kylo possesses a strong connection to the Force. His abilities include but are not limited to; telekinesis, telekinetic immobilization ( the power to stop beings in their tracks and hold them in place ), Force push, telepathic torture, mind probing, and the ability to sense disturbances in the Force.
WEAPON: Kylo wields a dangerously uncut lightsaber that he constructed himself based on an ancient design dating back to the Great Scourge of Malachor. His saber relies on a cracked kyber crystal that can barely contain the raw power of his weapon, which is responsible for the lateral plasma vents that produce it’s signature cross guard quillons. The fractured crystal is also responsible for the unstable, serrated appearance of his weapon’s red plasma blades. As previously mentioned, Ren’s weapon is raw and unfinished, giving it the potential to malfunction at anytime.
HOBBIES: - Frequently training with his saber and various other forms of combat. - Kylo enjoys reading about various subjects on his datapad / holorecords. - Playing the keybed / piano. It allows him an outlet ( other than the nearest wall ) to channel his frustration into and create something beautiful amidst his destructive mind. - Like his grandfather, Kylo has always been a skilled mechanic, and enjoys fixing machinery when it breaks. - Piloting TIE Fighters and / or Speeders. - ( Modern Verse ) Playing guitar. - ( Modern Verse ) Generally being a delinquent. HABITS: - Heavy sighing. - Rubbing forehead. - Clenching his jaw. - Bouts of intense rage when things don’t go his way. - Stomping when he walks. - The corner of his mouth twitches instead of actually smiling. - ( Modern Verse ) Smoking.
DIMENSIONS.
main.
pre.
post.
modern.
CONTROL. god damn right you should be scared of me
Timeline ; Set in current movie verse.
❝ I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e
I’m a l i v i n gWEAPON — a t i c k i n gTIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me. ❞
He is chaos in its rawest form. A feral heart beats thunder in the cage of his hollow chest; ebbing, flowing power. It lances from porcelain fingertips, consuming all; the cosmos in their entirety tremble in his presence. Kylo Ren, Master of The Knights of Ren, has brought about the annihilation of suns, the destruction of planets; he seeks to snuff out the remaining light that plagues the galaxy — HIS galaxy — and will tear asunder any who dare to oppose him. He serves under Supreme Leader Snoke’s command, albeit aside from him, bends to no one. He burns with all the vehement intensity of a collapsing star, and leaves naught but ashes and devastation in his wake.
Timeline ; Set 1 year after the Battle of Endor to 14-15 years later.
❝ all M O N S T E R S were once full of l i g h t , but it was stolen from them by D E S P A I R , then the darkness seeped into their v e i n s , like a deadly disease without a cure, and once hope B E T R A Y S you, you can’t help but let the D E V I L inside. ❞
He is a descendant of light, of peace and goodness in their plenitude. Skywalker blood runs strong through his veins, but there is a darkness settled deep in his bones, gnashing at the marrow with lupine teeth, curling around his resolve with ossified, sickly digits. Ben Solo has waged a war with his mind ever since he was born — the voice in his head cannot be silenced, constantly whispering coos threaded with shadow, with hate that has never felt so sweet. He is a focal point of both the Light and the Dark side; the forces of which have been tearing him apart from the very beginning. He can only hope that being taken as Luke Skywalker’s apprentice will chase the darkness from him once and for all; will finally free him of this pain.
Timeline ; Set 4-5 years after the destruction of Starkiller Base.
❝ he doesn’t forget the g h o s t s in his lungs or the S K E L E T O N S in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up S C R E A M I N G . and he never forgets as he F A L L S to his b l o o d y knees finished to the b o n e .
don’t ask him if he f o r g e t s because he NEVER forgets.
he’ll never forget this. ❞
He’s renounced the First Order, seen it crumble. He’s broken free from the hold the darkness had over him — or, Snoke anyway — yet the name Ben still tastes as foreign in his maw as it sounds in his ears, reverberating through his skull. That title isn’t for him anymore — he’s dead, I killed him — and nor is the surname Ren; he betrayed the only two families he had ever come to know. He is now simply Kylo, and he has secluded himself to a life of isolation, lost somewhere among the Outer Rim Territories. Redemption is not in the cards for him — he doesn’t deserve it — how could someone who murdered their own father? And so he survives alone, the only company he keeps is the voice of the Force.
Timeline ; Set in Los Angeles, California. Kylo is eighteen.
❝ they said all t e e n a g e r s scare the L I V I N G S H I T out of me. they could care less as long as someone’ll b l e e d. so D A R K E N your clothes , or strike a v i o l e n t pose. maybe they’ll leave you alone but not M E . ❞
It had been ‘just a phase’ for ten years now. Ben Organa-Solo, son of Princess Leia and her husband, Han Solo, has yet to conform to the duties and apparent mundanity of a royal Prince, a birthright bestowed upon him that he recanted with haste. Furthermore, he’s abandoned his birth name in favor of his stage name, Kylo Ren — did he mention he’s lead guitarist in the hottest new band to hit L.A.? They’re gonna rule the world someday, he just needs to graduate first — which is proving to be a challenge in itself. His parents insist that he quit his part-time job at Hot Topic and put his musical career on hold to focus on his studies. Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.
KYLO REN & GENERAL ARMITAGE HUX ( exclusive ship with starsundered )
❝ I’d always assumed that love was a dangerous disadvantage.
––you did not know gravity until you knew him. there is not a single star charted that draws you in as he does, nor one that burns with the same intensity. for he is your sun; you are mars caught in his pull, barren and lifeless. acid rain is the only reprieve from your vehement deserts, deserts that have left you with chapped lips and sandpaper fingertips, throat parched, cracking. but everyday, he rises above you, a forgiving tempest; without his light, you would not have a shadow. he was made to shine over your deserts; he is your oasis personified, and you will love him until his iron core burns out.
sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. & for him, you would lose one thousand wars. ❞
