#Star Wars sequal trilogy

[filmyocean]

Poe: We just kinda bonked BB's head. It wasn't really very hard, he's not acting any different. I'm just worried-

C3PO: It'll be fine. I used to bonk my head all the time.

Poe:, whispering: Y/n, we gotta take BB to a mechanic

[ghostly-lee]

Sketches of Kylo ✨

[generalhugsstan]

It's giving evil villian and cat associate

[tobytost]

Ezra and some strays he picked up

(they won’t leave his side) (he’s stuck)

[gorlicberd]

finnpoe because they are gay, this is canon, and no one will convince me otherwise

[gloomwitchwrites]

Desolate

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: survival horror, chases, brief description of injury, psychological horror, force sensitive!reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Requested by @id-get-sleazy-for-ron-weasley for 3.5k Spooky Bingo (Liminal Spaces)

You awaken to a menacing presence aboard the starship you travel on. The crew is missing. The ship is empty. But you are not alone in the dark of space.

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It is fetid silence that wakes you.

Even in sleep, the Force is always there, a constant companion. But there is something foul afoot, a strangeness that slips in and dulls your senses.

You awaken to darkness and the emergency light above the door. It is on, glowing a deep bloodied red that only adds to the itching rot that sits beneath your skin.

You want to scratch--to claw like you can peel away the flesh to reveal the disturbance underneath. It's not cold or hot but an irritating nag that you want to slap aside.

Pushing up to a seated position, you press into the Force and find...nothing.

Nothing.

It is empty. Desolate.

You've never felt absence before.

Approaching the door, you press the button on the panel and step out into the hall. All the lights are off except for the red emergency lights. They don't blink or pulse, and no alarm blares. It's completely silent, as if you're suspended in a singular second of time.

Closing your eyes, you push out into the Force again. Again, you feel nothing, and then--

Sharpness. Darkness. Anger. So much of it.

Like a boulder down a mountain, it crashes into you, entering through your nose and mouth to wrap around your brain and squeeze. You choke, gag, and are pushed out of the Force as if you've been slapped.

You stagger, one hand pressed against the cool metal wall as you attempt to steady yourself.

Something is coming. Lurking.

It does not hide. It does not wait.

It is coming. Running.

The ship is empty. The ship is empty, but you are not alone.

You are not by yourself.

Instinct rises, and you take off, rushing toward the escape pods. Whoever or whatever lurks on this vessel with you is hunting. They are the predator, and you the final prey. There is no one else.

You move as quickly and as silently as you can. Your stalker is there, a quiet caress like breathing against the back of your neck. You do not see them, but they are here aboard this ship.

The entire trip to the escape pods is uninterrupted. The corridors are clear and unobstructed as if everyone on board was whisked away without disturbing the environment. There are no bloodstains or blaster burns. Nothing to indicate that something awful happened here.

And yet, you feel nothing. 

Everyone is gone. Everyone--

The doors to the escape pods open, revealing the massacre. Your heart stops and drops into your stomach. Shock blooms, followed by dread, and a great sadness that turns your veins cold.

They are all gone. Broken. Shattered. In pieces.

Some of the crew fell with their arms outstretched, fingers scratching at the control panels in one last attempt toward freedom. But there is no freedom. No escape.

The lights above the escape pod docks are not green but red. Each one is empty. Each one is gone. Did anyone escape? Did anyone survive?

Will you survive? Will you escape this place?

Step back and out into the hall, the door slides shut with a muted whoosh. You linger in the blood-red glow of the emergency lights, in the long corridors that seem to stretch on endlessly and turn the corners into shadows.

The only other choice is to head to the helm, to take control of the ship and figure out what might be wrong.

That is where you go. That is where you walk. But every time you turn a corner, you only find another corridor, another hallway, and an endless number of doors. None of them open or budge.

An endless loop of walking, turning a corner, trying a door panel. Fear creeps in, biting around in your chest until it feels like it'll explode from you like parasitic larva.

A fever dream. It must be. You are sick and this is all in your head.

You continue on, walking and turning and trying every door. Again. Again. Again.

There are tears in your eyes. They stain and sting your cheeks. You are desperate now. Hungry. Throat dry and senses spiraling.

Jedi. 

You hear it in your head. A whisper.

Jedi.

Glancing over your shoulder, you see a figure all in black lurking at the end of the hall. A helmet. A mask. A black cape.

Jedi.

The word is strange. Someone once called you that, but you didn't think much of it. The Force has always been there, wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. But this stranger speaks it as if they know you.

You reach out through it and meet a wall of anger. It is roiling. Tumultuous. You sense a desire to claim, to seize control, and make you submit. Bending the knee or spreading your legs makes no difference. The dominating demeanor of this stranger leaves no room for interpretation.

They intend to catch you. That is why they are here.

Jedi.

No. You will not go. Not willingly.

Without guessing who this might be, you take off. If you can find the mess hall, you'll find a map of the ship. You can form a plan. You can crawl through the ductwork. Anything.

As you charge around a corner, your hunter appears at the other end. You slide to a stop, backtrack, only to find them at the other end. Is this an illusion? Are they playing a trick?

You decide to push it aside, to not allow your mind to question. Moving on is the best bet. Finding the helm and seizing control is the only option.

Turning around, you carry on, finding more endlessness until you don't. Until the double doors of the helm stand before you, appearing suddenly and without you having to look.

Surely, this must be a dream. What else could it be?

As you approach, the doors open, and there is your stranger. Their back is to you, but as they shift to gaze behind them, you glimpse your first clear view. You know that helmet. You've seen him before.

This is the First Order's favorite son. There is no escape. There never was.

"Kylo Ren," you whisper.

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[henclair]

sum reyrose shenanigans ft a homophobic AND gay poe, and finn considering his villain era

[redlettermediathings]

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I love when I become a fan of something and there seems to be endless content

[kaleyarts]

master of the knights of ren

[evilartist37]

For the reference game, number 4! Good luck!

Round 1 #4

I’ve actually drawn this one already! From forever ago! Wondering if I should redraw it digitally at some point.

[cadeska85]

Star Wars sketches:

Been rewatching the sequel Trilogy recently:

[dionysuskid21]

For a Fistful of Credits

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[wh3at]

What are we thinking about my edits guys, should I pursue it as career /j

[love-and-books320]

omg so I was explaining the idea of a crack ship to my dad and he’s a huge Star Wars fan so he used that as an example. I was expecting him to still be confused but he immediately went like “oh so like Rey and Luke? What about Rey and Anakin? Is that what you mean”

he pulled out CRACK ships he understood and exceeded the assignment