#cruoren

[warrued]

                    agony’s cacophony echoed within the overflowing medbay, a scene repeated across every ship within reach of the now shattered starkiller base.   the unfortunate of the survivors laid on every available surface, tended to by droids and barely belied frantic staff.   none were the walking wounded, all those sent to a dining hall to be treated by their comrades.   every single being within their walls required swift care.   even that might not be enough.

                    heart thudding, now almost unnoticed, against her ears, connie has not paused for over two hours now, steadily working on whoever is laid in front of her with only the aid of a meddroid.   though aware the likelihood of not knowing any of the wounded or dead in the end was nil, she hadn’t yet recognized anyone.   thankfully, blessedly.

                    no one until troopers laid the leader of the knights of ren on her table, identifiable by garb alone.   dark gaze instantly set upon the side’s charred fabric and face riven with a cauterized wound, lips ordering instruments and medication that ears didn’t hear.   the wound to his torso worried her the most, internal bleeding inevitable.    ❝  how long has he been like this?  ❞

@cruoren

[inebranlabl]

Forlorn obscurity bleeds black, seeping from the violent aura of the figure upon the horizon into the atmosphere. A shadow that eclipses the sun. Yet a solar flare sparks anew with him, with each steadying breath. Each thread of hope, woven into a a tapestry of tanicity. ❛ I'm not afraid of you, ❜ Finn belows into the open air, voice laden with conviction —intent to convince himself as much as to convince @cruoren. Fingers twitch around the hilt of a beryl blade, the steady hum a contrast to the crackling thrum of the weapon that once rendered him immobile. The young jedi banishes the well of anger surging within, supplanting it with raw devotion for those he is accompanying today. He may not win this battle, but at the least, he can buy Rey enough time...

starters ✦

[finaliseur]

❝ My Lord, ❞ Mechanical insouciance aptly veils any opinion of the title. ❝ Departures are not permitted until the hangar is fully repaired. ❞

starter 》 @cruoren

[belayadeath-goner]

❛❛ THEY LOOK AT YOU AND SEE WHATEVER THEY WANT... BECAUSE THEY DON'T SEE YOU AT ALL. ❜❜ from KYLO REN, at @cruoren. [ FROM: THE  INVISIBLE  LIFE  OF  ADDIE  LARUE  BY  V.E.  SCHWAB. ]

he speaks a plain truth, for they've never seen her for who she is or what she could be. only what their feeble, small minds allows for them to see – or what others of higher power have told them. it's a truth that's eaten away at her for years to the point that she almost believes it herself. the look she cast to his side was one of knowing, her eyes tainted by years of agony and strain; there's little humanity left in those icy blue pools, even now.

      “  but you do?  ” she'd suspected it for a while, sensed it the first night they'd met when he'd confronted her on the bridge, the bodies of her handlers and makers at their feet, and yet she found herself dreading what it could mean. “  the parts they've chipped away and replaced with their own, you see beyond that? you see through the lies and know the truths,  ” one could have accused her tone of mockery when in reality, it was merely disbelief.

              “  that is some gift.  ”

[usyrps]

— private exploration of AEGON II TARGARYEN from g.r.r. martin's fire and blood, utilizing the show as a crutch, the novel as an influence, with a lean toward the fantastical and the mythical. dark content lies ahead, exercise caution. as crowned by doll, she / her, 21+

                 ⁽ i. ⁾    CARRD, ⁽ ii. ⁾ COMPANION, ⁽ iii. ⁾ PINBOARD.

A STUDY IN THE IDOLATRY OF A KING, THE MYTH OF A DYNASTY, AND HISTORIES REVISED. in molten gold and melted metal. in holy hedonism, when gluttony is a vice. a pilgrimage in reverse. the betrayal of ceaser, and of jesus. the birth of the mother's pain, and the father's shame. tricks of the light, the fall of lucifer from heaven, and icarus reaching for the sun.

[sintoarchive]

— personal interpretation of ST. MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL and LUCIFER from milton's paradise lost. originally written within the cw's supernatural, now set within an original narrative, with inspiration from dante's la divina commedia and pullman's his dark materials. as revered by doll, she / her, 18+

⅋. ⥽ carrd. michael visuals & lucifer visuals.

exploration in . . . metanarratives. death of the author. the pursuit of knowledge. criticism of organized doctrine. unreliable narration. lovecraftian horrors  /  every angel is terrifying. the politics of heaven & hell mirroring the politics on earth. the theological debate between objective good and evil.  determinism & free will. fathers & sons.   

[valorums]

dashboard game: THINGS YOUR MUSE MIGHT NOTICE ABOUT SHI’AL VALORUM, circa 19 BBY.

WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE:

Such is to be expected from an individual who grew up amongst CORUSCANTI HIGH SOCIETY, of course — but even then, the ELEGANCE which characterizes Shi’al’s public presence is unprecedented. Even whilst engaging in a sparring match at the dojang with her martial arts instructor, Shi’al radiates a magnetic aura of REGAL AUTHORITY that is difficult for anyone to ignore. This aspect of her demeanor, coupled with her gorgeous visage of golden curls and piercing cerulean blue eyes, turns the heads of many wherever she goes and is one of the reasons that Shi’al gained intergalactic recognition as “THE CROWNING JEWEL OF CORUSCANT”. In the past, numerous individuals have misidentified her as a GODDESS among mortal souls.

Beyond her visage, keenly eyed students of intergalactic culture might also take note of her impeccable wardrobe. No matter the occasion, Shi’al is always dressed to the nines in attire suitable for whatever circumstances are at hand — and in fact, designed much of this attire herself. Shi’al, as the proverbial reigning queen bee of Coruscant’s elite (and one of the only elite individuals who regularly interacts with the public regardless of their class), has the unique ability to set and maintain fashion trends in the Republic as far out as certain Mid Rim territories.

WHAT SHE SMELLS LIKE:

Those frequently in Shi’al’s presence often ascertain that she smells like ROSES. This assertion is entirely accurate, for her favorite perfume allows her to acquire the scent of a rose. Her preference of physical copies of books and manuscripts over their datapad counterparts, she is also prone to smelling like the old leather-bound tomes kept within House Valorum’s extensive private collection after hours of research.

WHAT SHE SOUNDS LIKE:

Shi’al’s speaking voice is best characterized by the rich, velvety drawl common amongst wealthy Coruscanti citizens — an accent comparable to “posh” British accents here on planet Earth. Therefore, her voice is remarkably CLEAR and BRISK, with each syllable carefully uttered so as to ensure its proper pronounciation. These qualities remain true even when Shi’al is singing, since her vocal training ensured that ample time was spent on maintaining suitable spoken and sung diction while on stage. Fitting, perhaps, for a woman who has been mistaken as a goddess, Shi’al’s singing is often described as ANGELIC.

WHAT SHE FEELS LIKE:

For Shi’al, the power of physical touch cannot ever be understated. Unless her companion requests that she cease wielding this power (a boundary which she will always respect), they are bound to eventually feel the touch of her surprisingly calloused hands. Years of training in martial arts — which involved learning to wield a dagger and a katana sword in combat against mightier foes, even those with a lightsaber — have left their mark upon her physical form by ensuring that her hands are almost always calloused, no matter the steps she takes in her daily beautification routine to conceal these signs of her labor. Nevertheless, her touch is always gentle, and as light as a feather. Shi’al favors physical touch as her primary love language, but will refrain from or limit physical touch entirely if her loved ones prefer.

TAGGED BY @tapalslegacy (thank you so much!)

TAGGING @raehs, @nieithryn, @misfittcd, @vendettavalor, @capthcwzer, @pathtopain, @gloomfaithed, @debelltio, @sithdestined, @faithfulmaiden, @cruoren, @hisworkers, @lightfaithed, @mayxthexforce and anyone else who might be interested in doing this since it’s a great exercise for writing about your muses! All tags in dash games are no pressure, so if you’re tagged, feel free to ignore this post if you want. 💕

[damnsupes]

— billy butcher, from the boys.

exploration in . . . fuck the government. becoming what you loathe. retribution as a double-edged sword. the line between grief and anger. home is the first grave. dog motif. david & goliath, rooting for the underdog.

carrd. pin. visualizer. find me: cruoren.

[dictatorose]

⊰ she could fly around district 12 all she liked, but she and her mockingjays could never harm him again. highly private portrayal of c.oriolanus s.now from suzanne collins' hunger games & the ballad of songbirds & snakes. contains dark & triggering content,featuring a portrayal of a narcissistic character with little redeeming qualities.

carrd. visualizer. pin. find me: cruoren.

an exploration in . . . tyranny. decadence, hedonism, and moral decay. classism & the politics of an autocracy. want as hunger. ambition grows teeth. the conquest for power. descent into madness. lucifer-esque downfall. the extravaganza of crime, execution as entertainment, and murder as art.    

[topologics]

SCI-FI & FANTASY BASED MULTIMUSE.    featuring characters from marvel, dune, star wars, supernatural, etc. this is a low stakes blog serving as an exploration into differing perspectives, thematic arcs, and narration styles. if you want cohesion, order, and consistency, refer to my primary blog, cruoren.    as unreliably narrated by doll,    she / her, 18+

heavily plot-oriented & narrative driven. please consider filling out my interest tracker.

(*) carrd. (*) visualizer. (*) find me: kylo ren. jude. darkling.

primary themes revolve around . . . the depravity of man, the (in)significance of existence, fate vs determinism, the self as a haunted house, capitalized mythology, etc.

marvel comics: stephen strange. (previously mystikah) clea strange. tony stark. (previously starksets) miguel o'hara. harry osborn. mobius m mobius.

detective comics. roman sionis. (previously dimasque) christine fords (oc).

dune: irulan corrino. leto atreides.

star wars: leia organa. padme naberrie amidala.

cw's supernatural: st michael. lucifer. naomi. zachariah. the primordial darkness. god. (previously sanctuhs, aserpent, antiqorom)

fantasy / misc: eris vanserra. (previusly autumn) koschei the deathless. ken (barbie 2023)

stephen king: randall flagg / the man in black. susan delgado. susannah dean. rose the hat.

[starseaten]

—  my kind of rebirth tasted like blood. i wash blood with blood to get rid of the defilement.     independent portrayals of maev ren and commander kas fennek / stellarfox, original characters for the star wars sequel trilogy,    affiliated with my kylo ren blog & lore.   permanent low activity.      as navigated by doll,    she  /  her,    18+.  

information pending. maev is a knight of ren. kas is a tie pilot. half-siblings, would kill & die for each other. etc. etc.

an exploration in    .  .  .   cosmic horror & southern gothicism. home is the first grave, the haunting is architectural. grief as the extension of love. vengeance as a ghost. comfort in the dark. identy as armour. the inevitable fall. the everlasting war. sisters & brothers, antigone & polyneices.

sideblog to cruoren.

[belayadeath-goner]

the darkness is all you know; all that remains in the hollowed out cave in your chest. for years and years, decades even, has she been held --- poked and prodded, used as a weapon against foes that would dare challenge the crime syndicate. all of which no longer exists. though crymorah had not been able to withstand that of the first order, and though their dealings were accepted to continue, it was not without the supervision of the first order and their leader. “  we need not make conversation.  ” the asset spoke. coolly, her eyes still fixed upon the vast blackness before them. what a strange question he posed, if ever there was anything but the darkness of crymorah and what they'd turned her into, it was something she no longer recognized as herself. not that she could recognize herself as she once was, even if she looked upon herself in a mirror. all that remains now is what they've allowed for her to know, what's been scorched into her brain. “  no matter how tedious it gets.  ”

to anatomize the mind is an ordeal bloodier than the dissection of the flesh. that solace found in the likes of the dark, secret intimacy of the brain's corridors cannot be found even in the chambers of the heart. no such darker place than one's soul left raw, skinned of its perceptions. ren does not entertain such philosophical delusions about being & matter unless driven to do so at the hands of tedium. hence, when he prods at @belayadeath's resolve, it is as much a cure for boredom as it is genuine intrigue. ❝ what does it feel like for you? ❞  his voice, mechanized by the mask, reverberates against the steel of the ship they occupy, and metal gaze finds her. ( a joint venture; the syndicate's mission, and the first order's supervision. ) ironically, this inquiry is far less intrusive than the prompts he should be asking, professionally speaking, seeing as neither of them is here on their own behalf or of their own mind, each representing an institution. in that regard, making it personal is likely a mistake but the knight has never much cared for protocol. ❝ that darkness, whirling around your mind. do you even know it's there, or is it only the shadows of crymorah? ❞ 

starter call.

[alderana]

never grow a wishbone, daughter,     where your backbone ought to be.     independent portrayal of princess-general leia organa-solo as seen in the star wars original trilogy,    entirely rewritten on the basis of headcanons,   canon divergent.      as deified by doll,    she  /  her,    18+.  

temporary information found on cruoren.

an exploration in    .  .  . the fight for liberty, the battle against tyranny. musings on hope and optimism. indifference is the paralysis of the soul. woman's wrath. women kings.    on being a daughter, on being a rebel. the heart carries ghosts.

[acharnemcnt-a]

                                   𝐀    𝐍    𝐒    𝐖    𝐄    𝐑    𝐄    𝐃

@cruoren​ :  ∗ 46: sender pulls receiver out of harm’s  way.

        𝐓𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭  pulls  him  forth  –carnal,  vehement,  a  riptide.  He  can  feel  it  in  the  air  and  the  sublime  tremor  that  ripples  through  the  fabric  of  his  consciousness,  fading  into  shadow  beyond  the  mind's  eye.  Hux  inhales  softly  and  the  color  bleeds  back  into  his  vision.  His  body  𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬  from  the  unwarranted  touch,  an  inherent  flicker  of  rigidity  that  sparks  and  fizzes  out  like  a  shooting  star  in  an  atramentous  sky.  There  is  no  room  for  weakness  here  ―where  beastly  maws  𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫  for  heedless  prey.  A  pit  of  vipers,  hissing  and  writhing.  Ginger  lashes  flutter  rapidly,  in-beat  with  the  flurried  thrum  within  his  chest  ―adrenaline  igniting  his  nerves  into  a  live  wire.  Armitage  steadies  himself,  still  dizzied  by  the  ringing  in  his  ears  and  the  𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  heat  of  the  blasterbolt  that  nearly  carved  a  path  into  his  carefully  styled  mane.  Vigilant  eyes  flit  along  the  narrow  space  between  them.  He  feels  his  own  fingers  loosen  from  the  vice  grip  around  Ren's  forearm.  Dilated  pupils  expand  as  a  wave  of  apathy  washes  the  remnants  of  𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥  impulse  scribbled  across  delicate  features.      ❝    'I  saved  myself  you  were  just  nearby'  isn't  exactly  going  to  cut  it  this  time.  ❞      he  drawls  nonchalantly  ―despite  the  near  successful  attempt  on  his  life―a  devilish  glint  streaks  across  the  redhead’s  cool  gaze.      ❝  I  suppose  my  death  would  be  quite  devastating.  ❞      The  General  𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲  repressed  a  roll  of  his  eyes.      ❝  You  would  actually  have  to  do  your  job.  ❞

Deft  hands  make  quick  work  of  straightening  his  creased  great  coat,  as  he  draws  his  gaze  to  the  dark  eyes  of  his  𝐟��𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫  adversary.      ❝  Thank  you,  Supreme  Leader.  ❞      The  words  drip  from  his  lips  a  concoction  of  spritely  cynicism  and  unrelenting  gratitude.  An  adumbration  of  their  𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭  relationship.    ❝  Now  if  you  don't  mind.  I  really  would  like  to  return  the  sentiment  to  whoever  decided  a  sloppy  assassination  was  an  ideal  way  to  start  the  morning.  ❞

[valorums]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the prompts below, and tag fellow writers that you’d like to get to know better.

FAVORITE COLOR(S): Various Shades of Blue, Various Shades of Pink, Crimson Red, and Emerald Green.

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Barbie (2023), The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023), Night at the Museum (2006), Inception (2010), Titanic (1997), Pride and Prejudice (2005), Lincoln (2012), Rise of the Guardians (2012), and Mean Girls (2004). This list doesn’t even include my numerous favorite Disney films or the Star Wars universe because if I did, then it would be WAY too long lmao.

FAVORITE BOOK(S): Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen), Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen), Dooku: Jedi Lost (Cavan Scott), Yoda: Dark Rendezvous (Sean Stewart), To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee), The Killer Angels (Jeff Shaara), and anything that is listed under my favorite series!

FAVORITE SERIES: I’m not that much of a TV person, but I do enjoy Good Omens! I also recently started watching Bridgerton, and I’m loving it so far! As for books — Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Fourth Wing, and Star Wars: The High Republic are the ones that I can think of off the top of my head.

FAVORITE MUSICIAN(S): Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, ABBA, Olivia Rodrigo, Lana Del Ray, Celtic Woman, P!NK, Madonna, UNSECRET, Florence + The Machine, Paris Paloma, and numerous others.

FAVORITE MUSIC: Pop, Classic Orchestral, Celtic Folk, TV and Film Scores, Country (LISTEN my parents constantly have it playing in our household and it’s grown on me over the years), Musical Theatre, and (for some reason) Sea Shanties.

LAST SONG: I’m A Marionette (ABBA)

LAST SERIES: Bridgerton (S1EP5).

LAST MOVIE: Attack of the Clones.

CURRENTLY READING: Pride and Prejudice for a Jane Austen themed English Literature elective in university; A Court of Thorns and Roses for personal reading.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Bridgerton and Percy Jackson and the Olympians. (I know, I know — I’m late to the party, but I’m watching it with my parents and we are SLOW)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: preparing for university midterms, responding to active roleplays, and writing out all of my muses’ universes / timelines.

TAGGED BY @kylo-wrecked (thank you!)

TAGGING @nieithryn, @misfittcd, @acharnemcnt, @cruoren, @sithdestined, @etoilebleu, @frxncaise, @donutdollie, @malka-lisitsa, @wornkindness, AND YOU.

[snowinabottlearchived]

                                      𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚒𝚗   𝚖𝚢   𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖    /   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎   ,   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎   .                                     𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎   ,   𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍   .                            𝚒𝚖   𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚝   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚞𝚜   ,   𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚝   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎   .                                   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢   𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐   @cruoren