#kylo ren/oc

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[children-of-the-force]

In a galaxy far, far away... on an alternate timeline. Following the events of Episode: VIII The Last Jedi

Coming... uhm. Good question.

[zodiacfuchs]

A scene from my fic that will be written one day

[fictionproblem]

commission for solo.chapters on instagram !

[vanta-nev00]

finally some renlyx for a little treat.... drawing this only during classes took me like two weeks but it was soo worth it

i love them

[akwardtractor]

ITS HUXLOWEEN BABYYYY

This year for day 4 it’s “horror movie”, so I did the Shining, featuring Kylux’s baby HP and I made, Irving.

[askbensolo]

Amalia, meet Auntie Malla!

[krazykit]

highkey unironically want need kylo ren to eat me out rn

[casp1an-sea]

Lieutenant Colonel Tagdh Dowd

(Pronounced Ty-G It’s an Irish name I’m so sorry)

Birth Year: 5BBY

Age: 39 (In TFA, Hux is 34 and scary >:( )

Species: Arkanisian

This is a made up species. They are natives to the planet Arkanis. They outwardly appear mostly human aside from small gills, very vibrant eyes, males having sharp teeth, and visible body markings under specific lightings. They can withstand colder temperatures than humans and can hold their breath for longer, but are highly susceptible to heat. Their bodies have adapted to live in cold, wet, climates, and be able to swim in strong waters. They also have a few differences to their internal anatom.

(it is my head canon that Hux’s mother is an Arkanisian making him half alien though he appears human and may not even be aware himself)

Gender: non-conforming, but refers to himself as male, He/They

Sexuality: Aro spec, Pansexual pref for men

Height: 6’2” sorry Hux

Occupation: Lieutenant Colonel aboard the Finalizer, First Order Navy

(sense no Lieutenant Colonels are shown in the movies his uniform is the Lieutenant uniform style but the Colonel’s colors)

not sure where to put this, but he has an Irish accent

(more info under the art)

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Personality: Tagdh is a very serious no nonsense person when At Work. The only thing not regulation about this man is his haircut. He really just wants to do his job. He’s blunt quick to the point is always focusing on doing his job to the fullest of his ability. He comes across as very emotionless or deadpan as he doesn’t feel that it’s needed in his job. he has a great mind for politics and strategy and is very logical but he keeps all of these beliefs to himself because he doesn’t really feel the need to share opinions with people. On shore leave he allows himself to relax. He still is fairly reserved but does allow some sarcasm and snarkyness that you would not see him using on the bridge. If you work with him, he does not consider you a friend while he’s working he considers you a coworker. He constantly must have a very strict divide between his work and pleasure and his work always takes priority. If you happen to hang out with him outside of work, then a friendship could possibly develop as long as it’s not during work hours, but he is very adverse to forming actual friendships as he doesn’t view that as his top priority. he’s not necessarily for the order completely, but he was raised in the Arkanis imperial Academy, and was radicalized by his negative experiences with the new Republic so views the first order as a better fit. However, he really does not like it when personal feelings get into the workplace and is very sick and tired of Kylo and Hux’s banter he really just doesn’t understand it. He also does not feel that the force is a viable qualification for someone getting a job or place of power and holds resentment towards force users for being able to obtain positions without doing any work for it, and believes that the majority of them are terrible leaders because they do not understand what it is like without power and can use the force as a crutch, which makes them weak and ignorant.

Appearance: Tagdh has long light brown hair with blonde streaks. He typically has his hair, partially slipped back and tied into a bun. But he will take it down when he’s in his quarters as wearing his hair up all day can give him headaches. He has a scar on the left side of his chin. His body type is kind of stocky with visible muscles, though he doesn’t appear particularly buff. He has various hidden tattoos and piercings around his body, including a tattoo of the first order logo on his neck. He has a beauty mark under the right corner of his lip and freckles. he also has golden eyes that glow in certain lighting along with stripes that cover his whole body that also are only visible in certain lightings. he has gills on the sides of his neck that allow him to temporarily breathe under water if need be, and as a male of his species, he has sharp teeth. But you wouldn’t really notice that he is not human at first glance so typically he pretends to be human. You’ll typically see him in his first order uniform, which, as I mentioned before is the style of the lieutenants uniform, but the teal color of the colonels uniform. When not in uniform, he’s typically in the regulation tank top and boxers. He hardly ever wears civilian clothing, but he refuses to wear his uniform on shore leave, he must have a strict divide between work and pleasure. His preferred style of civilian clothing is very casual, layered browns and greens. Something he would have worn as an Arkanis civilian if he hadn’t went to the Academy. He has a mean case of resting bitch face.

Weapons: SE-44C blaster Pistol

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Backstory: Tagdh’s father Fionn was born in a local Arkanis village. He and his older brother Jal ran away from home as young teenagers because they heard of the imperial Academy on their planet and wanted a chance to train so they could one day leave and see outer galaxy. Jal graduated and entered the imperial Navy, where he eventually became a commander before he met his demise after being rapidly promoted and sent to the front lines. a plan orchestrated by Vader so that the Empire could take custody of their adopted force sensitive child Ven. After joining the Academy Fionn did not remain close with his brother and became very disillusioned by the imperialism. he eventually was sent into the imperial Navy, but he was discharged a year later due to injury and returned to Arkanis. Since he was determined to do something for the Empire, he became a trainer at the academy where he trained young imperial cadets.

During his time back on Arkanis he married another local Arkanisian woman named Aoibhinn. they essentially got married to get married. There was no love involved, but it was completely mutual. When Tadgh was born, he was immediately placed into the imperial Academy system. he never really knew his mother as his father didn’t really want her around the military stuff And one of the imperials living on Arkanis, Brendol Hux, had grown reputation for forcing himself onto local girls, after he got his kitchen servent pregnant, so most of the local woman did not go near the Academy. Because of this, and because his father explained that it was a loveless marriage Tadgh did not see any need to grow any form of attachment or familial bond to either of his parents. he saw his father only as his trainer. And his father‘s training was ruthless.

Tagdh did grow up with Hux as a child. But he knew the boy to be violent and unstable so tended to avoid him. But on a few occasions, he had caught Hux having a mental breakdown or alone in the med wing so would just sit with him. Occasionally put his hand on his back when he cried. As adults neither of them speak of these instances.

Tagdh was 10 years old when the New Republic sieged Arkanis. Both him and his father were captured. He believes his mother was amongst the local casualties, but does not know for sure. His father was sentenced to life in prison after he refused to denounce the empire, and was charged for the cruel ways in which he trained his cadets and his actions during his one year in active duty. Tagdh was brought to a new Republic reintegration institution (like from Mando S3) where he regularly felt belittled and mistreated and he resented the therapist that he was forced to go to. he watched firsthand how a fledgling new republic was struggling to take care of the disenfranchised worlds in the galaxy, including his home world, and being In the institution only radicalized him further.

when he was 14 he was extracted from the institution by imperial sympathizers and brought to the unknown regions, where he continued his military training under the fledgling first order reuniting with Hux, and getting more firsthand interaction with Brendol and his training tactics which only made him dislike the man more. He always found him stupid and annoying, and likewise felt the same about his buddies like Pryde and Brooks. Even at a young age, he was always analyzing things from a logical and political standpoint. He viewed Brendol’s generation to be too old and keep too much problematic rhetoric from the past Empire.

eventually, he rose up in the ranks and became Lieutenant Colonel. Ignoring his childhood and viewing him strictly as his commanding officer, he saw Hux as a good and strong leader, and believed him to be the best fit for leading the order out of the options that they had. Because of this he was very loyal to him because to Tadgh Hux becoming supreme leader was the most logical favorable outcome and was always his end goal. He never liked snoke but he didn’t care that much as long as Hux was calling the shots.

Tadgh and Kylo actually have hung out outside of work and have a tentative friend-ish ship. However Tadgh’s view of Kylo’s military persona is entirely different. And he makes that very clear that his opinions of Kylo outside of work do not affect his opinions of him while working. When it comes to the first order, he is not loyal to Kylo at all. He thinks he is a complete disaster and a terrible leader. He will sometimes bring this up in snarky comments on those rare occasions when they’re hanging out outside of work. He also doesn’t really see Kylo as a threat and believes Hux has more power over Kylo than he seems to think.

He is close with Mitaka as they work a lot side-by-side, so they do hang out outside of work. But Tagdh really does not like using the word friend this also applies to Kylo. He has an immense respect for Captain Phasma, and fears her in a good way, so stays out of her way. And of course he loves Millicent. He’ll sometimes leave treats or water for her by his quarters door if Hux lets her wander.

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@sluttycaseyjones

@dragonflies-draw-flame

@silly-little-goober-core

@irrationalgame

@armiestice

@edith-is-a-cat

@elenauaurs

@fizzydreamz

@kira-mortham

[lowresdev]

Branchlo Ren

[frogs-and-oscar-brainrot]

Me reading terrible fic on ao3, because I'm desperate for a certain man and I have nothing else left: I'm a survivor. I'm a warrior. I can do this.

[nothing-but-flowers88]

I keep thinking about Leia and Han having another kid, in my head Ben doesn’t fall or is brought back quickly so no divorce yay. It just be so funny with Han and Leia who are both brunettes and their boy has pitch black hair, next baby’s a little girl named Lola and of course she’s a blonde.

Han: neither of our kids look like us, people are gonna think we stole them

Leia: Han please, they look so much like us

Han: yeah, well at least this time we know the Skywalker gene is responsible for Lola’s hair, still have no idea where Ben got his from

[princessleiadelrey]

Looking for new RP Partners (Fandom & OC)!

Seeking 21+ RP partner(s) for discord rp

About me:

Oliver, 25, they/them

I have been writing for the better of ten years and I do so often! Very good at communicating scheduling to ensure I keep rp partners up to date on when I’m able to reply. Usually good for at minimum 3+ replies a day.

Writing style:

I write literate/long form roleplays and try to match length with my writing partners. I usually write around 2,000 characters a reply (discord character limit), sometimes going over or under. (please do not be intimidated by this, I am open to shorter form writing.)

Fandoms:

- X-Men: Charles x Erik preferred, open to other friendships and pairings. Experience writing Charles, learning to write Erik.

- Star Wars: Kylux preferred, but open to other pairings and friendships, experience writing Kylo, Hux, and Poe.

- Hunger Game: CorioLucy preferred, expense writing young Coriolanus Snow.

- Stranger Things: No ship preference, experience writing Steve, Eddie, and Billy.

- Hannibal (NBC): Hannigram preferred, with experience writing Hannibal and Will.

- And more! Just inquire!

Message me if you’re interested!

Always open to find more short term and long term RP partners!

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

The Moon's Lies

Summary: Kylo Ren x named!Reader. It was never going to be black or white, Light or Dark, friend or foe. Who wouldn't let the galaxy burn to keep their loved ones safe?

Warnings: 18+, Murder/"execution," graphic violence, unspoken threat of bodily harm, twisted morals, Kylo Ren being himself

Masterlist

Canon Divergence Notes: There is no Rey. Finn is the destined Jedi, and he leaves the scar on Ren’s face during the climactic fight on Starkiller Base. The only original canon kept after TFA is the destined Jedi (Finn) leaving to find Luke and Snoke pushing Kylo Ren to the breaking point, continuing the student-kills-the-master cycle. Summary: No Rey. Finn is training to be a Jedi. Kylo Ren takes the throne from Snoke.

This chapter is the only pre-TFA part of the story. Everything after that is in the AU as described.

A/N: Holy shit, I'm having so much fun with this. You all have no idea (but you will soon). Out here crafting whole-ass mythologies and cultures for this shit. Literally forgot to post this first chapter because I'm neck-deep in the next. Please, please, please do comment! I post for interactions with friends new and old. Otherwise I'd hoard all my embarrassing stories like the grouchy old dragon I really am.

1.

He needed to maul something.

His lightsaber practically vibrated on his belt, answering the pull of itching hands as Kylo Ren stormed into the planet-side depot. Civilians scattered from their orderly lines in front of the First Order’s regional bureaucratic office, startled like so many kaadus. The system had so little to offer, the Order couldn’t even justify a separate complex for the port authority and notary.

A shabby little base on a barren little world. If he could, he’d sink his saber to the planet’s core and kill it all in one, fell stroke.

What a waste of his time.

The rebel insurgent had nothing. They hunted him to the edge of the First Order’s territory only to discover a dead end whose handful of contacts met the heat of Kylo’s blade long ago. They’d missed something. He’d missed something. Instead of fresh leads into the Resistance’s plans, he would leave empty handed. This detour took weeks, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that their enemies were planning something. But in the end, the only thing the dead Rodian had been good at was hiding. Any trooper could’ve shot the scum and been done with it. No need for the Knights of Ren.

He looked like a fool.

Rage tipped over the edge of reason, flooding logic, and plans, and anything but the dark urge to destroy.

He marched through the door, well ahead of his knights. The stormtroopers were nearly as eager to avoid his wrath as the civilians, and he burst into an empty hall. The faintest conversation reached him, a hum of living Force further inside. He followed it. Down the hall. Around the corner. Gathering fuel to further spark his hate for this place and all the people in it as he approached.

A crisp, core world accent he had no doubt belonged to an officer carried farthest.

“I’m afraid it just won’t do. If you want clearance to leave for Gan Moradir, I’ll need those credits in my hand. Today.”

“You already have them.”

The second voice almost surprised Ren. He could barely feel the speaker’s signature, and he rested his hand on his saber, ready for a battle. No one unskilled in the Force could veil themselves like that.

From the sound of things, he had two valid targets to suffer for his humiliation. With new focus, he prepared to take the last corner, the heat in his blood ready to burn through the traitors and fools ahead.

Just out of sight, the officer tsked. “Not enough, I’m afraid.”

“Do you plan on demanding more every time we visit your system?”

“I could.”

“I’m afraid that will be very bad for trade.”

Ren saw the pair before they saw him. A First Order corporal with his hands clasped behind his back and a sneer on his face stood opposite a civilian girl, both oblivious to their approaching doom.

“Corporal.”

The man practically jumped out of his uniform, eyes bugging wide. The girl barely even flinched, following the officer’s panicked gaze with guarded curiosity. Ren would deal with her after he thinned the ranks. It was important to cut out rot before it spread, after all.

“Lord Ren!” The officer’s voice wavered, nearly breaking like a teenager’s as he took two steps away from the civilian and bowed to his superior. “My apologies. We’d heard your knights may be in the system, but we had no idea you’d actually –”

“What is the First Order’s standing on bribery?” He asked like he didn’t know simply so the criminal would recite his own conviction. Let him know how he’d failed. Let the fear string out his last moment.

The corporal’s mind couldn’t keep pace with his spiking adrenaline. He shifted, eyes darting for an escape, an excuse, as he tried to drag an explanation through his dry mouth.

“Well, I…”

Ren had no mercy. And no patience. His hand clenched over his blade’s hilt, and he imagined he could already feel the subtle vibration as it came to life to end another’s.

“Well?”

The corporal swallowed, and Ren watched the confidence roll away down the man’s throat.

“Soliciting or accepting bribes in any form, be it credits or goods, is a class three offense, sir.” He spoke clearly. Responding to a clear order with clear rules he would’ve learned by rote in training. He knew the consequences for disguising this theft behind the First Order’s banner, and now Ren would reveal a new part of the corporal. Blood. Bone. The messy things he wrapped out of sight beneath his skin.

Ren hummed. A mockery of consideration as he swayed nearer, forcing the smaller man to stare up at a painful angle. Decapitation was too neat for such a selfish little traitor. Maybe he’d sheer away half the man’s chest. Or leave him in a dozen pieces for his command to discover.

“I see.” He stalked forward another step, savoring the building dread like a cool wind beneath his mask. “And what is the punishment for class three offenses?”

The officer’s lingering hopes to put off his superior with a lie – Blame the girl, his mind screamed – finally crumbled. The dread Force-wielder had caught him. He knew enough to damn him. He’d been judged. He’d been sentenced. Only one step remained. Kylo Ren loomed, a Loth cat playing with vermin caught raiding the larder, and his uniform was an invitation to deal justice, not the shield the corporal once believed. He backpedaled, nearly foaming at the mouth as he spluttered a final plea for mercy.

“Lord Ren, please! I merely –!”

Red light and a crackling hum cut him off.

Ren speared the traitor through the belly, letting the fool totter backwards, wheezing for a breath that would never come. The corrupt officer groped over his exposed diaphragm as he tumbled to the floor, and his head met the polished floor with a crack as he continued pointlessly gasping.

It wouldn’t be a quick death.

Satisfied, Ren looked at the second actor in this little scene. She’d barely flinched when he struck down the corporal, but her attention remained fixed on the dying criminal. Ren waited for the inevitable wave of panic, ready to toy with a fresh target, but the life ending at her feet held her gaze. Something about her blunted his senses, and he struggled to pry into her mind beyond what she projected: caution and studied calm.

Maybe it was shock. Or maybe she needed reminding of her own mortality.

Ren cut off the corporal’s death rattle with a stroke of his saber, and as the head rolled across the hall, the girl finally looked up to meet his gaze. He glowered back through his visor, itching for her reaction.

She bowed. Maintaining the poise of a diplomat who hadn’t just witnessed a brutal execution, she dipped at the knees, dropping her eyes in polite deference before rising to meet him all over again. Still as a lake.

His lightsaber hissed, twisting in his grip. He pointed it under her chin, demanding she answer every question he hadn’t asked.

“You.” He didn’t bother with the show he’d put on for the corporal. Her careful placidity irritated him, and it felt like her very presence muted his senses when he hunted for her fear.

He looked again, noting the grey stone pendant and loops of beads she wore. A memory teased the edge of his lingering rage, dragging his focus away from his quest for bloodshed. He’d seen that material before. He recognized the numbing sensation in the Force from a failed project to build better restraints for Force sensitive prisoners. “What is that?”

Her fingers rose to the pendant, brushing over an unfamiliar pattern of engraved stars.

“It’s Selenubis, sir.” She paused, flicking her gaze over his mask like she might find a clue to his expression. When he didn’t answer, she pushed ahead. “A traditional protection charm from Lethe. If it’s offensive to the First Order I can come again with out it…?”

Behind his mask, he ground his teeth, clawing against the foggy wall so few of her thoughts penetrated. Selenubis proved useless to the First Order when it became clear the stone did as much to shield a prisoner from other Force users as it did to shackle the target.

She wanted to return without her shield? She wouldn’t leave with it. He’d hack it off her neck, and if he didn’t like what he found in her head, she wouldn’t leave with that, either.

His flickering saber reflected in her eyes as he angled it up, forcing her to expose her throat as red lightning reflected in bottomless reservoirs of control. He didn’t believe for a second she was ignorant of the power in her little trinkets and beads.

Just as he prepared to cleave through her jewelry – and likely leave a deep burn to remember him by – one of his knights burst into the hall.

“Commander. The Supreme Leader requests your presence. Immediately, sir.”

His foiled rage rebounded, arcing like a current through his bones and burning him with his own intent as he growled in frustration. The sound hissed through his modulator.

This would have to wait.

Deactivating his saber, he stepped back, pivoted on his heel, and marched back the way he came. He would have to relive his humiliation at his master’s feet, and there was no time to vent his frustrations.

He left no orders in his rush to answer his master’s summons. No one held the girl or even took special note of her name and business as he knelt before Snoke’s projected image, and by the time he returned to the hall, she was gone.

The documentation the dead corporal had been withholding, a pile on the floor by his headless corpse, had gone with her.

[frog-cultist]

Leander convinced his fathers to go on a walk with him ^_^

Some fun little tid bits of information

Leander is 22 so hux is 57 and Kylo 51(since leander came around about when they were 35 and 29)

Leander is technically a clone of hux and Kylo he wasn’t made on purpose but more of accident when testing out a new clone program(that hux absolutely despised) and low in behold someone fucked up and Brought Leander into existence, whoopsies!

Leander is absolutely force sensitive but uses it more to trick and manipulate people quietly instead of using it for brute power like Kylo

His name is a play on Leia and Leader

[lostnighterarts]

First name : Sa'anakwé (diminutive: San)

Family: At'wela dynasty

Species: unidentified humanoid

Age: 24 (at the time of cryonics)

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Story :

San was born and raised as a princess on a planet deep in the unknown. Her species is closely linked to the Force and lives in symbiosis with nature. Their planet is home to numerous kyber crystal mines, and their technology revolves mainly around these.

San narrowly survived the massacre of her people and the annihilation of her planet by being sent into space in a cryogenic capsule, as she was deemed dangerous to the order established by the intergalactic council.

She will be found and awoken almost 100 years later by Qimir, who sensed her presence in the capsule when it landed on an uninhabited planet.