#darthdescent

[celestaei]

STARTER CALL   \   @darthdescent​  .

       ❝ THE WAY FUEL IS CONTAINED HERE IS ATROCIOUS.❞  his rant only subsides when he grabs for a towel, wiping grease and other unsightly liquids off his face, knowing he’d undoubtedly need to burn his clothes once he had given himself a good scrubbing. there was no saving them.  

[gnrxl]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃   -   "GENERAL."

                   ‘   ...   𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐑𝐄𝐍   ,  &&   here   i   had   thought   you   had   died   .   ‘

[fcalty]

𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧 ( @darthdescent ) sent a comm:  “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

            𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬.  just  breath,  dopheld.  don't  look  him  in  the  eye.  everything  will  be  okay.  slowly,  he  turned  on  his  heel  to  look  at  the  ghastly  figure.      ❝  I  was  thinking.  Solving  a  problem  doesn't  mean  having  an  immediate  answer.  Sometimes  you  have  to  hash  it  out  in  your  head  first.  ❞

[edgeineer]

who’s got a crush on garr ?  ||  @darthdescent​ .

           ‘‘ ......WAIT WHAT ? ’’

[forcewokena]

darthdescent replied to your post: give rey a mother figure she can latch onto or...

kylo says no : ///

kylo can fuck off since he’s the one who killed her real one :/

[tornbetweenthestorm]

Starter for @darthdescent

FN-2437 stood at attention in the room he’d been escorted to, waiting for the Supreme Leader. Only he had known it, but this was the third incident that day. Only one incident had actually went reported and that mess was out of his hands. If he was honest with himself, he was the lucky one in that situation.

It had started with a fitful’s night sleep. He had hopped those would be over by now. They had subsided for a few days but what had happened last night didn’t seem like any improvement. Something had happened because he spent so much time repairing the damage in the room that it nearly made him late for drills. Drills had been the only time that day that he’d been at peace. He could contain the chaos in his own room. Everywhere else was becoming an increasingly more difficult problem.

After drills he’d been assigned detail in one of the main hanger areas. He’d been caught by another Stormtrooper away from his post. The worrying thing to him there was that he didn’t actually remember how he’d gotten that close to a TIE/FO but it didn’t matter more than the chaos that ensued next. Why he was near the fighter baffled him even more. Even if he did have the urge to leave in one it would have never happened. One, he didn’t know how to fly one and Two, he had no clearance to get the thing to start. 

In an attempt to pacify the other Stormtrooper he’d tried to explain and talk him down from his thrown out questions. He couldn’t blame him for what he did. FN-2437 would have commed it in as well. He was doing exactly what he should have done and he paid a consequence for it. It wasn’t even clear to him what had happened. It was over in what seemed like a fraction of a second. In his attempt to silence the trooper he had gotten into a physical altercation, but he never actually remembered laying hand on him. The last thing he knew was the trooper had gone off the edge and smashed into 3 large weapons cashes below. Luckily the drop wasn’t lethal.

The incident must have been confusing for others too because he’d known it didn’t go through many others before he’d found himself in this room. Usually, if he was going to be punished or interrogated it would have been handled by another officer or Captain Phasma herself. But here he was, waiting to be talked to by someone much higher up the chain. 

The trooper glanced at his armored wrist. His armor has been replaced since the saber cut through it but his wrist was taking more time to heal. It was bandaged underneath. The squeeze of it was a constant reminder. The pain from it had subsided but it served well in reminding him that he was defective. He had hoped that the reprogramming had done away with all of this, but the impulses still came. Some of the changes he did notice were unsettling and that’s why he’d already formulated a plan before The Supreme Leader got here.

When he did make his presence known he saluted and went down to a knee right away. It was best to start from here, all things considered. Each time he was with him that feeling would press against his ribcage. It was the same that made his pulse spike and his breathing quicken. He didn’t know what his leader was doing with him but it felt like he had him on a leash that was losing links by the second. 

He would assure him of his loyalty. He had to. 

[vuueloarchive]

          he feels the ache in his bones. the settling of something akin to an age old hurt. maybe he’s b r o k e n now. he doesn’t know. it feels like it, like some part of himself is now far away, like there’s something missing. the cell feels stifling, and poe sighs, shifting his weight to press into the cold wall instead, eyes closing. they’ve left him alone now for a few days, and his exhaustion is creeping up on him. he feels lost, alone. far too alone.

@darthdescent

[stcrkllr]

@darthdescent​ said: “General” 

“Ren.” The name drops from his tongue with the sudden intense sharpness of a guillitine’s falling blade. Hux shifts his position as he’s approached, the skulking figure before him casting shadow as he obscures the viewport the General had been peering through.  “What do you want.” 

[celestaei]

“Not the kind of face that belongs in a place like this.”   \   @darthdescent​   .

      ❝ MAYBE,  though recently, it seems most paths i take lead me to places like this. ❞

[gnrxl]

darthdescent replied to your post: [ �� — sms ] i’m in the hospital.

[txt] if i said im dying would that change ur answer [txt] i dont have a ride home and youre the only one who answered

[ SMS ;; ]   perhaps you need to get better friends [ SMS ;; ]   now what did you actually do?

[astracrowncd]

darthdescent replied to your post: C a s o n.

“Yes, you can actually.” No, he’s not gonna specify.

          there’s a thinning of his lips. “with?” he drags the word out. he has the suspicion he has to get the answer from him one way or another.

[edgeineer]

[Txt] How are you feeling today, Garriel.  ||  @darthdescent​ .

[  outgoing transmission  --  kylo ren . ]  i’m just glad you hit a little high [  outgoing transmission  --  kylo ren . ]  still hurts, though [  outgoing transmission  --  kylo ren . ]  what, am i not being graced with your presence today ?

[starowned]

@darthdescent​

“You expect me not to be mad at you right now?”

[sithroyal]

        @darthdescent​: 37. How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

        I don’t mind tagging triggers at all. Even if something isn’t a personal trigger of mine, that doesn’t mean that it’s not a trigger for someone else and I always try to keep that in mind. If I don’t immediately remember to tag it, I do try to go back and tag it anyway just in case.

The ones I use are pretty generic as far as trigger tagging goes. A simple ‘trigger tw’ / ‘trigger mention tw’ is what I use. 

When I write a reply, I look through it while I’m tagging to make sure that there’s nothing that gives me pause. Even if I personally don’t think it’s a big deal, I still tag it the best I can anyway. Like I said, my triggers aren’t the same as someone else’s and that’s okay! But I still want to make sure that no one feels unsafe coming to my blog. 

If there’s the barest hint that it could be pertaining to a trigger that I’m aware of, I tag it. And, if anyone ever needs me to, my DMs and ask are always open and I don’t mind making a new tag specifically for their trigger. I may not understand why it’s there entirely and I’m not entitled to their story as to why it’s triggering for them, but if it needs tagged then that’s that.

[featherstcnes-a]

leia had never considered herself blessed with years and years of wisdom. and yet, she found herself always trying to help others, to educate others and lead them to victory. but now, she simply wanted to rest (for just a bit), to let others experience what it felt like to lead the resistance into victory. while she’d never stop fighting, people were now finding new leaders to give them that spark of hope that they desired. “i never thought i’d see you again.” --------- of course, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞. but that hope dwindled to shreds of what it once was as the years passed. “and yet here you are.” a pause. there were a million things she wanted to say, a million different ways she wanted to scold him, to yell at him, to go over an entire book full of speeches with him. and yet none of the words felt entirely right. “you should have come sooner.” come home. for what, she wasn’t sure. how would she have helped him? what could she have done?

@darthdescent​ / sc.