#oc: kylo

[beigetiger]

Still on that OC grind! This is Kylo, an angry young Skykid who’s very much a social outcast for his tendency to set things on fire. They are bitter and distrustful towards any children they meet, and the only person they’ve learned to care about is his fellow arsonist friend, Morgan. Morgan has a generally calm demeanour despite her habits, but Kylo has a short temper and often gets into fights.

Since fire cannot really harm Skykids, most of Kylo’s destruction is aimed towards the environment around them, an eternal reminder of the fallen kingdom that haunts them. If anything, Kylo’s constant anger and frustration is born of a sort of hatred of the system, but unlike Mykell who left to become a hermit, Kylo takes out his anger with fire from a torch they carry on its back. Mykell thinks that Kylo and Morgan are fools who cause pointless destruction for no end, and Kylo thinks that Mykell is a freak for willingly leaving the Sky kingdom to live in the most dangerous realm of all.

[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.

[lordprettyflackotara]

heroin kiss || kylo ren

‘& now i’m feenin’ for ya, cravin’ for ya, heroin kiss’

sum: after being captured, kylo ren is determined to extract what he wants from you. by any means necessary.

tw:smut, minors dni 18+. sorry poe. rough sex. inappropriate use of the force, cream pie, humiliation/degrading

a/n:kylo lives in my head rent free

You were fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

You struggled against the metal restraints that pinned you down to the metal table, blinding lights making your eyes water as they blinded you from above.

The room was unusually sterile, your nose burning from the sickening scent. You swallowed as you tried to move, your wrist and ankles restricted in the most uncomfortable manner. How long had it been since you had been brought here? You couldn’t recall, your mind drowning in fears of what was to come next.

You had been separated from the resistance, left behind in a desperate attempt for any of the fellow rebels to survive. Many were already dead. The scattered bodies on the ground below had proven that. You guessed they had presumed you dead, stranding you on whatever damned planet had resulted in your capture. You cursed yourself for not paying more attention on where you were landing.

Now you were trapped on the finalizer, misery and torture destined to come your way. You could feel the sound of people scrambling outside of your room, the metal doors sliding open. With wide eyes you stared at Kylo Ren, the leader of the Knights of Ren. The realization of how utterly fucked you were crashed over you, upon seeing his ominous mask stare down at you. Your body froze, staring at him as you awaited his next move. You were surprised to watch him take off his helmet, his face stern as he glared down at you. “For such a tiny little thing you put up quite a fight. How many of my men did you kill on your way in with that pathetic little blaster of yours? Three?” He questioned.

His amusement confused you, Kylo Ren being known for his ruthless wrath. You opted out of speaking, instead staring blankly. You knew this could end in various methods of torture. He could use the force to strangle you, cut off your limbs one by one with his light saber or-

“Enough with the various torture methods you’ve conjured up. They’re all absurdly boring and take absurd amounts of time,” Kylo said sternly, regaining your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed, causing him to snicker. “What? Did they forget about use of the force in your training? That pretty little mind of yours is all I need,” He explains plainly, as if you not knowing was utterly boring. Menacingly he walks beside you, his eyes never straying from your face.

He can read minds? What kind of left out training fuck shit is that?

This caused Kylo to snicker once more, his gloved hand grabbing your chin. He forced your lips to pucker out like a fish, your eyes widening in fear. Instinctively you struggle against the restraints, your bones clashing with the metal. “Such foul thoughts, I wonder if your lips are the same way. Let’s see,” He grins, his smile wicked and curled upwards in amusement. You can feel your mind becoming fuzzy as he steps into your mind, your body going limp as he explores your memories. You stand beside him in your own mind, watching every moment, from significant to minuscule, like a picture movie. Your lips are unmoving, but you’re screaming for him to stop, begging for him to wait.

Ever so achingly slow, he begins exploring each path of your mind. Your updated memories aren’t enough for him, the warlord intrigued and diving deeper. “Stop this at once! Get out!” You screech, your screams falling on deaf ears. Kylo’s unmoved by your demands, waving through the boring memories and landing on one that catches his eye. His eyebrows furrow as he begins to watch, your face twisting in disgust as you turn away. Kylo’s own face turns in confusion, his eyebrows raised as he watches the memories of you and Poe.

“Poe Dameron? That’s your type?” He questions. You can’t bear to watch the events of the past play out, your stomach churning as Kylo watches them. Every exchanged smile. Every training session. Every battle fought together. Kylo can feel the romantic feelings that pound in your heart at the sight of the pilots face. Every hug, then every kiss, every sexual encounter. Every plea you gave for him to fuck you harder. To choke you. To make you forget about the worries of existing. You cover your eyes, listening to the unforgettable sounds of Poe Dameron’s smooth voice. Kylo watches, puzzled. Your romantic entanglements did not intrigue him. They meant nothing to his search for helpful knowledge. But your reaction, your screams, your emotions. That did intrigue him. And so Kylo watched it all, watching you fall in love with the beloved pilot of the resistance. It was then the worst part was coming, that you wanted to curl up into a ball.

Poe Dameron was dedicated to the resistance more than anyone you had ever met. He knew his purpose for existing was to fight for what he deemed to be right. So much so, that he deemed a relationship with you a waste of energy and time. After all, what if you were to die? He’d never be a good pilot after that. He’d never be as good of a resource as the resistance needed him to be. So as ruthlessly and heartlessly as he could, he abandoned you. Every moment Kylo watched meant absolutely nothing to Poe Dameron, the pilot leaving you without a second thought. It was then Kylo left your mind, your head spinning as you both returned to a brutal reality. Your waterline was flooded with tears, your gaze focused on anywhere but Kylo’s face.

He stared down at you, releasing your face. “Torturing you isn’t going to get me what I need,” He said emotionlessly. You avoided his gaze, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You hated how degraded you felt, humiliated by the warlord before you. With the flick of Kylo’s hand he used the force to undo your restraints, raising the table and forcing you onto your feet. You briefly stumbled, his gloved hand grabbing you and pushing you against the closest wall. His eyes bored down into yours, his touch harsh as he chose his next words carefully. “A factor you haven’t considered, is a fair exchange. I give you what you want more than anything else and you give me the same,” He says slowly. You swallow as you await his next words, your lips cracked as you slowly open them.

“W-What-”

“Don’t play coy with me. You want nothing more in this life than to feel loved. I can make that happen, you know I can. Then you’ll give me what I want in return,” Kylo says, glancing down at your lips. You shivered in fear and flusteredness as Kylo attempted to be gentle, shoving some stray hairs behind your ear. “I can read your mind, you know. I can see right through you. I can see your fears, your memories. But most importantly, I can see your filthy desires,” He whispered, leaning in close to your ear. You freeze as he smirks, relishing in the feeling of your fear.

“Little solider girl wants nothing more in this life than be ruthlessly fucked, is that right? To be treated like a worthless whore?” Kylo purrs, his breath hot against your skin. His gloved hand finds its place on your neck, holding you steady. “Submit to me. Give in,” He growls. He can feel his own desires washing over him, his body fizzling in anticipation. “Just say the word and i’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget Poe Dameron ever existed,” Kylo continues. He knows what word you want to say. He can see how badly you want him. It’s evident in not only your flushed face, but your loud and filthy mind.

“Please.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, your heart pounding. Kylo knows you haven’t been with anyone since Poe, your guarded heart not allowing it. He smirks as he uses the force to undress you, unmoving as the cold air creates goosebumps across your skin. Once you’re fully exposed he takes a step back, admiring your perky nipples and exposed form. You feel your face flush red. To you, sex is an intimate experience meant to be solely a love filled affair. Yet the primal gleam in Kylo’s eyes makes you feel different, your core throbbing with a different kind of desire. You were programmed to despise Kylo Ren and the ground he walks on. To, in any situation, blast him until he doesn’t move.

Yet you stand before him naked, desperate to be touched. Kylo takes a step back, soaking in your form. He forces you to sit on the ledge of the window, using the force to spread your legs. “Go on, amuse me. Touch yourself for me,” He orders, staring down at you like you’re a piece of meat. You gulp nervously as you lick the pads of your index and middle finger, before bringing them to your core. Kylo refrains from smirking at this action, your cunt glistening in the relentless bright lights. You begin to sheepishly circle your neglected clit, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the man before you. Your cunt is so wet it takes everything in Kylo to not pick you up and use you as a cocksleeve. Instead he wants to savor this, soaking in the sight of a rebel humiliating herself for his amusement.

You go to dip your fingers into your entrance but Kylo stops you. “I didn’t say to do that. Keep circling that pretty little clit of yours,” He orders. The sternness in his voice sends a chill down your spine, your fingers slowly circling your sensitive bud. Abruptly Kylo rewards your obedience, the feeling of two thick fingers plunging into your cunt. Kylo himself is still feet away, watching as he uses the force to finger fuck you. You can feel the fingers curling upwards, stretching you out while brushing against your g spot. “O-Oh fuck, Kylo-” You babble, choking on your own words. The sight of seeing nothing there, while Kylo cockily watches, only makes your core throb much more intensively. “Does that feel good? Falling apart before me for my entertainment?” Kylo ask, tilting his head to the side mockingly. He watches your hips rut into nothing, sinful whimpers escaping your lips.

This is all you should really want. Is to feel humiliated and to feel good from doing so. Kylo knows this what you want, which is why your next statement puzzles him.

“P-Please, cmere, wanna feel you-” You whine, barely able to keep up with the feeling of being finger fucked into oblivion. Kylo’s hardened expression falters for a moment, before he regains it. He ignores the way a spark ignited within him, his feet carrying him to you. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he sets you on the metal table. Hesitantly he leans in, his gloved hand cupping your face. He can feel your breath hitch as he finally leans in, placing his lips against yours. This kiss feels different. Far different than any you had shared with Poe. You know this. Kylo knows this. You both want to chop it up to the heat of the moment. Two ruthless fighters being touch starved. Truthfully, maybe that’s all it was. But you knew better, your mind swirling as you passionately struggled to keep up with his eager lips.

He needed you, just as bad as you needed him.

Kylo allowed himself to give in, undoing his pants and cupping your breast. His gloved hands explored your body, worshipping each inch of your skin. No lover had ever made him feel so alive before, his cock brushing against your entrance. You struggled to keep up with the desperation that was behind his kisses as you grabbed his cock, desperately guiding it into of you. Both of you let out a groan in unison as he slowly slid inside of you, your walls clinging to him. You moaned into his mouth, his gloved hand finding its way to your throat. He squeezed your airway, watching your mouth drop into the shape of an O as he bottomed out inside of you. Kylo snickered as he read your thoughts, grinning in sick satisfaction.

“Im that much bigger than him?”

He moaned as your walls fluttered around him, the sound heavenly to your ears. You stared in the eyes of your enemy, sinful noises escaping your lips as he began to move his hips. “You like this? Hmm? Being used by your enemy for nothing more than my pleasure?” Kylo asked, his voice deeper than normal as he rutted into you. You grabbed his wrist for support, struggling to keep up as he fucked you properly. His gloved hands found their way to your ass, your legs wrapping around his waist as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You couldn’t control your strangled moans as he used you like a fuck toy, your hands grabbing his shoulders.

“A filthy cock sleeve, falling apart on my cock. You’re a worthless whore, aren’t you rebel scum?” Kylo seethed, fucking into you ruthlessly. All of his anger and frustrations were taken out on your poor cunt, your body going limp as you let him use you as he pleased. “Please don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck,” You whined, his cock abusing your g spot. You felt a knot form in your stomach, your orgasm threatening to come sooner than planned. Kylo sensed this, using the force to grab your face and force you look at him. “Not yet, not fuckin yet you pathetic whore,” Kylo snarled. Your body craved for release, your nails digging into his suit. “Feels so good,” You panted, your heart pounding in your chest. Kylo’s thrust never let up, his stamina one you couldn’t have imagined. Your vision grew more dazed, your body growing limp.

“I bet it does,” He smirked, feeling your walls clench around him. He slammed your body into a nearby wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on my fuckin cock like the good little cock sleeve you are,” Kylo ordered. Your body came on command, euphoria washing over you as your legs trembled. Your walls spasmed around his shaft, his cock filling your womb to the brim with his cum as he released. The two of you were panting messes, the warlord burying his face in the crook of your neck. It’s then you realize that you had no information Kylo wanted, none at all. You weren’t a high ranking general or pilot. You were nothing but an insignificant soldier knowing nothing beyond the bare minimum. Kylo knew this as well, sensing you had caught on. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

As gentle as he could muster he pulled you against his chest, stroking your back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and i’ll send you home.”

Those words were the last thing you heard, before falling into a deep and enticing sleep.

[zodiacfuchs]

A scene from my fic that will be written one day

[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

[beigetiger]

OC shenanigans that I’m too lazy to shade, left to right these are Cadro, Kylo, Mykell, and Arturo!

[jessicas-pi]

MandaloREYan AU Incorrect quotes

Bo-Katan: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Din, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls? Rey (age 8), whispering: Because I have little hands. Din: Because she has little hands.

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*in TFA* Rey: Oh. You're still alive. Kylo: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

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*before Ben Falls* Ben: You have friends and I envy that. Jacen: You're welcome to share my friends. Ben: *looks at Poe and Rey* Ben: I don't want those.

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Jacen: Is stabbing someone immoral? Rune: Not if they consent to it. Rey: Depends on who you're stabbing. Breha: YES!

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Poe: What’s something you guys are better than Ben at? Jacen: Space Mario Kart. Rey: Yeah, video games. Breha: Emotional vulnerability.

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Bo-Katan: Rey is at that very special age where a girl only has one thing on her mind. Din: Boys? Rey: Homicide.

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Poe: She was poetry, but he couldn't read. Rey: His name was Jared he's 19. Diani: When his parents built a very strange machine. Rune, singing: Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen. Jacen, singing: Eyyyy, Macarena! Breha: Horrible job everyone.

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Din: To be honest, I'm kinda mad that I'm not asleep in bed next to the love of my life in a cottage with no obligations other than watering my vegetable garden.

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Jacen: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Diani: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Rey: I recorded the dumb stuff. Poe: I joined you in the dumb stuff. Breha: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

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Rey, walking into her house: Hello, people who do not live here. Jacen: Hey. Breha: Hi. Diani: Hello. Rune: Hey! Rey: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Poe: We were out of Doritos.

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Rey, to Kylo: You are the one committing- and I don't use this term lightly- horrific atrocities.

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Rey: My buire taught me to think before I act. Rey: ...So if I beat the crap out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

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Jacen: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Rey: Wasn’t Poe with you? Poe: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Din: Yes, I'm adopting another Jedi child, and you cowards can't tell me no!

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Breha, to Poe: I love you like a brother, but right now I hate you like my actual brother, Ben, who I hate.

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Poe: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Breha: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Diani: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Jacen: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Rune: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Rey: Mental stability, my old friend! Poe: Force, could you guys lighten up a little?

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*The Squad is on a hike* Rune: It’s beautiful out here. Poe: And quiet. Jacen: Too quiet. Diani: Did we lose someone? *cut to Rey with a bear in a headlock*

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Rune: So, what’s Poe's type? Rey: Green eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, pink hair. Rune: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Rey: Did I mention oblivious? Rune: Yeah, why? Rey: Okay, just making sure.

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Jacen: Are you guys bringing anything to the party? Rune: Yeah, an empty stomach. Poe: My sparkling personality. Rey: A flagrant disregard for common decency. Breha: … Breha: Chips.

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*years ago* Bo-Katan: I’m not mad, I just need to know why you two had a fake ID. Grogu: *Incoherent mumbling* Bo-Katan: Huh? Rey: …You need to be 18 to hold the puppies at Space PetCo.

[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

[pastel-kaleesh]

Here's my half of an art trade with the awesome @justme068 and her classy Gyuto Nashi of Frost's Ginyu Force!!!

[fictionproblem]

commission for solo.chapters on instagram !