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[wolfman-al]

Little birthday gift for Red Saber. Have a swell one!

[yurikotigerisnotmaiwaifu]

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[y4mmyb0y]

Takedown redsaber map 1. Easy.

Up or down?

[healingpast]

the connection feels like a lifeline cloaked in shadows. the feel of her reverberates in his skull as the rest of the galaxy goes silent. he thinks he can feel the thrum of her heart against her sternum – bird-boned from an endless life of wanting and waiting and starving – like he can feel his own kickdrum pulse quicken.

he is careful to keep his expression impassive. you could never make me feel just any one thing, he wants to say, wants to tell her that the whisper of her presence is enough to make him feel every emotion he has ever known and some he dares not name, but he does nothing more than run his gloved thumb along his fingertips to keep from reach out to trace the little tendril of hair that has worked itself loose and frames the shell of her ear.

“don’t be ridiculous,” he says, careful to look at the middle distance between them rather than directly at her. it’s easier. safer. “i’m annoyed, not nervous.”

@redsabered 

the dull roar of the bond activating was a sound - or lack of sound - that rey had found herself getting used to. if she really tried she could still hear the creatures in the trees around where she sat cross-legged, but instead of the green planet she had made her temporary home all she could focus on was the stillness of the soft dark waves in his hair even as her own almost-curls twitched in the breeze. 

she rolled her eyes pointedly, telling herself she was just as exasperated by the interruption to her day as he was and that the soft thud that sped in her chest was just because it had startled her. she absolutely had not been waiting and thinking of the next time that she and ben would be connected by the strange connection that only they shared. 

❝ so figure out a way to stop this happening then. if i’m so annoying, surely someone who thinks they know as much as you has the ability to stop this connection from interrupting my day. ❞ don’t stop it, she had wanted to say, but no, they each had roles to play. hazel eyes narrowed and she folded her arms over her chest, puffing herself up to feign her own irritation. ❝ i feel like you’re the one making this happen. ❞

[damrn]

he is always discontent when there’s little to occupy his mind. ben’s craving for knowledge and his inability to exist in his own thoughts for any extended period of time means that he always has a project. something to focus on other than himself. typically, it’s jedi texts or ancient, previously undiscovered lightsaber forms, or even translating poetry from the original alderaanian if he’s feeling particularly romantic.

right now, that project is poe. ben’s lips flutter over his jaw, up the slope of his cheek, across his temple. he retraces his trail and circles back to brush a kiss over poe’s mouth, pausing for the briefest moment before he snatches away again. he’s not normally this prone to gentle, teasing kisses, but he’s in the mood for slow.

“someone forgot to shave.” his lips barely graze poe’s throat and he’s surprised to find he’s smiling. “that’s okay. i don’t mind.”

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Poe honestly doesn't mind becoming the project , not when it means being the center of attention for Ben . he sighs at the way the other presses lips over his skin , tilting his head back and letting himself just stretch out slowly . it's RARE for the other to be like this , to tease him and be so slow .

Poe is lucky enough to catch a kiss on the lips , chasing for a second for another one and giving up when those lips find his throat .

his fingers find Ben's hair , tangling into the dark strands and slowly massaging his scalp , his breathing deep and even at the moment as his honeyed eyes close , the smile curling his own lips as he tries to not laugh . he fails , chuckling easily while his head leans back . " it's only a little scruff . nothing terrible , I hope ? "

[cosmosreign-a]

@redsabered​ said: ❛ you could have killed me. why didn’t you ? ❜ (for rey)

         she feels as if she could ask the same of him ,  and she should .  there had been many occasions where one had the chance to kill the other .  yet neither took the opportunity like anyone else in their positions would have .  however ,  there weren’t many who could truly understand the positions they were in ,  were there ?          Rey thinks back to each of those times ,  what had held her hand ?  stopped the pull of a trigger or swing of a glowing blade that would have brought an end to him ?  the answer was more complicated than she could put into words ,  but perhaps he would understand .

         ❝  i don’t want to kill you ,  Ben ...  ❞   came the soft ,  whispered answer .   ❝  i never wanted to kill you .  ❞   not even in her anger ,  her grief ,  her confusion ,  had she truly wanted to kill him .  she didn’t understand it then ,  why she couldn’t bring herself to do it ,  but perhaps the reason was becoming clearer now .  she understood him like she knew herself ,  his conflict and feelings of being alone like a mirror to her own .   ❝  you had plenty of chances to kill me too ,  Ben .  why didn’t you ?  ❞

[hotdamerxn]

@redsabered: continued from [X]

He’s not the same boy he was, Leia had warned him as if he hadn’t known. As if Ren hadn’t ripped through the very walls he had helped Poe build around his mind. Poe still feels the scars, wakes in a sweat in the middle of the night remembering the sharp edges of Ren’s mind tearing through his to get information. 

I won’t give up on him. Neither will you. Whatever it takes.

The pilot stands on the other side of the cell, safely out of reach. Though he wants nothing more than bring down the shield. To reach out to the boy he once loved and remind him of who he was. 

He wants to deny the nightmares, but it’s impossible. They blend in with dreams of another time. Two boys climbing the Force Tree on Yavin IV. Ben showing off his growing skills. Touching his mind. But then the darkness grows and he’s being torn into. No one asks questions. They all have their demons. Few people know what Ben Solo meant to him so long ago. 

The pilot takes a breath, refusing to rise to the bait that is being offered. He knows what Ben is doing and he’s not going to give in. “Ben...You don’t have to do that. It’s all over.”

[hopefired]

@redsabered  /  “the name i was given, not the title i took for myself. will you say it?”

[hisredempticn]

redsabered replied to your post:       “the thing is, um, what i’m trying to say,...

what if i reply to this

well, we ARE mutuals

[sunsabered]

★ BEN SOLO.​

𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, only to dodge the dodgiest of people on her run away from them and the guards. The opportunity had been far too good to pass up; the idea of finally having the funds to get anything she wanted too good to let go. The idea was to use it to secure her future, find her family and live happily ever after. Oh, if only fairytales would come true. No, she was just Rey from the orphanage, who refused to be who she truly was because that had always seemed puny an idea to her. Kira; that was what she had chosen for herself and that was how it would forever be.

More running, through bushed and past tree with that darn creature behind her. Was it ever going to give up and let her just slip away? It had been hard enough to get rid of the two buffoons she’d been forced to work with. No, she’d manage just fine without them. Somehow Rey slipped, fallen down a cliff and only then manage to finally get rid of the last person to chase her. Instead there’d been a curtain of green; leaf after leaf cascading down like a waterfall made to hide the biggest of secrets. Somehow that had been exactly what it has done. 

Behind the curtain of green lay a tower, tall as it could ever be. Who would chose to live in such seclusion with no other human soul around? It seemed like its own little world, hidden away from the reality and the dangers just mere feet outside. It almost seemed peaceful if hadn’t been for that eerie feeling of loneliness. Rey had climbed the tower despite that. Perhaps this would be her place to hide. Whatever had overcome her, had caused her to come to another part of the world to steal an artifact was beyond her. Luck, a chance; nothing more. ��� --- Hello? ❝ Perhaps this place was empty - abandoned - after all.

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@redsabered​ gets a thing from poe dameron bc i can basically.

       “It’s not as bad as it looks, really.”  It was a matter of unfortunate timing, honestly, that the holovid call had come in after the training accident, before Poe had had time to make it to the medbay -- weeks and weeks without a word, and this was what he heard from Ben, with a wet handtowel pressed to his forehead and the gash over his eyebrow, an eye that was six shades of purple and swelling rapidly, jumpsuit pulled down around his waist and tied off, leaving the blood stains standing out in stark contrast against the white undershirt.   “You know me and my hard head, we’d survive a close encounter with a Sarlaac.”  A flashed, toothy grin as he dropped down onto the edge of his bed, eyes warm, and maybe a tiny bit sad as he watched Ben.  He looked tired, and Poe wondered if it was the training or the nightmares, but he didn’t ask.  Not yet, anyways.  

[movedto--mysticandskepticmuses]

@redsabered​ sent a meme for rey.

Send “appease the monster” for a starter where your muse has been left out as a human sacrifice for my muse.  // Send “sacrifice” for my muse to be the sacrifice to your muse.

    Anger, more than anything, boiled in her veins as she struggled against the ropes that bound her to the post, blood staining her wrists, palms and fingers where her skin had blistered and torn with the force of her efforts.  Futile efforts, thus far.  She still could not believe that it had come to this.  Almost all of her life, she had known them, the villagers, the fathers and mothers, the husbands and wives, the young and the old, the sick and the hale, the cruel and the kind -- all in all she’d found them fairly tolerable.   At least in small doses.

    Yes: ever since she’d been old enough to survive on her own she’d scurried to the outer edges of the village, and then beyond, but that should’ve been as much a blessing to them as anything else - relieving them of the burden of social conscience to care for the orphan, the stray, the one left behind, to no one in particular and all of them, somehow, the first years of her life that she could remember, drifting from one household to the next, whomever could spare the bed and the food, until she’d been pushed further and further away.  They hadn’t bothered to object when she slowly stopped coming around, save to bring pelts and food and fish for trading -- 

     So she didn’t attend their Sabbath services.  She didn’t attend their festivals and their harvests, except to bring her own things in to barter, or to steal away what food was left uneaten.  So she preferred the company of herself, of the woods, the water, the mountains -- so she turned to the earth and its bounty to tend to her wounds and treat her ailments -- it wasn’t as if she had the coin to barter for medical treatment from their savage physicians anyhow ....

     So she hadn’t ever quite fit in.  She hadn’t expected it would ever come to this.  Bound, to a pole erected in the clearing with the sole intent that she might be eaten instead of one of their own precious children.

     Sure.  She couldn’t quite blame them, if she looked at it logically.  The attacks had been brutal, and had only been growing in frequency over the last months.  Livestock, travelers, alone or in small groups, savaged, torn apart.  At night, only, and most often around the full moon.  Wolves, some said.  Something else, others whispered when they thought no one else could hear.  A sacrifice, they’d suggested, in desperation, fear and grief and alcohol ladening their thoughts.  A trap, someone had countered.  Why not both.  So here she was, bound, dangled bait, with hunters with crossbows and villagers with pitchforks laying in wait.   

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     She grimaced, twisting against the ropes once more, her shoulders and chest burning with the effort thrown into trying to wrench herself free, but she froze, her breath caught in her throat at the sound of weight, heavy, laden, a crack of leaves the snapping of branches, and her gaze turned up, slowly, to stare down the gleaming red eyes of the wolf.  Massive, broader than two men across the chest, as tall as she, fur pitch black, the cool air rippling in visible waves as the heat of its body collided with the frosty air.   Her heart hammered, her stomach clenching, throat dry.   “Don’t -- “  To say her words lacked conviction was an understatement.  “Stay back!”  That sounded at least a little more determined. 

[starowned]

♟: Patching up a wound

“You’ve gotta be more careful than this.” He scolds, though Poe wasn’t typically one for things like lectures, he was on the receiving end far too often. But the words still spilled from his lips regardless, hurried and filled with something- maybe it was just worry, he didn’t have time to think of what else. His hands are on the young jedi’s ankle, fingers grip tenderly around the bruised skin and Poe hisses through his teeth. “Yeah I don’t think you should try to climb higher than me next time.” He says, before looking back up to meet the dark honey of Ben’s eyes. 

“Maybe we can take five and I’ll carry you back?” 

Poe is certain such a task wouldn’t be so difficult, Ben wasn’t much larger than he was, and besides Poe was the oldest (that automatically makes him strongest).

“Or do you think you can walk?” He asks, fingers tying a makeshift splint out of torn up rag. 

[healingpast]

ben’s jaw ached from gritting his teeth together. he opened his mouth, closed it again, and then hissed in pain.

“it’s – ow – not your fault,” he tried. kark, he was bad at this. organas, solos, skywalkers...his entire family excelled in fussy dispositions that led to short tempers and a general lack of patience. it didn’t help that the wound on his side was still bleeding.

ben released a shaky exhale. rey was also bad at this. well, she was actually quite good at this given that her medic skills were honed on a desert planet with limited resources. he clenched his fist thinking about how many of her own wounds she’d likely had to tend to in the past without bacta or stims or pain meds to take the edge off.

“please tell me you know how to use a field cauterizer.”

@redsabered​ from here 

she wanted to apologise, of course, even knowing that what she was doing was helping to treat his wounds. ❝ if you’d let me use the force to heal you, ben, then i wouldn’t have to use a field cauteriser. ❞ and yet, she knew he’d say no. so many times they’d gone back and forth about the risks associated with her giving up large parts of her life force to heal others. so she just had to breathe, to wait, and go through the motions she’d had to use hundreds of times during the time she’d spent on jakku.  carefully she pulled aside the cloth she’d been using to blot the bleeding at his side, paying close attention to where exactly the wound was worst and most opened. giving ben an apologetic grimace, she reached for the medkit and pulled out the meditool with one hand and clasped his fingers with the other. ❝ in three, two, one- ❞ the red-hot end of the tool pressed to the skin, searing it closed with as much precision as she could manage on the fly. ❝ deep breath. one more time. three, two, one- ❞ sear. 

[damrn]

@redsabered​ sent:  “ you know, no matter how much we fought, i’ve always hated watching you leave. ”

     his hand is on the handle when he hears it , and Poe’s entire body pauses . there’s a swallow , and his head drops just slightly , the anger still coursing in his veins , but it FIZZLES slightly at the words . his attention shifts a little , going from the handle and his hand , to a spot in front of his eyes on the door , and he chews on his lower lip a little . “ then why do we fight so much ? ” it comes out tired more than anything , an exhausted tone as his shoulders suddenly drop and the fight seems to just ... slip away from him .

[cosmosreign-a]

@redsabered said: MY CHARACTER HAS AMNESIA, AND CAN’T REMEMBER ANYONE OR THEMSELVES. SEND, “REMEMBER ME?” FOR THEIR REACTION (for leia because...ouch)

         there’s a dislike for being confined within the medbay ,  she knows this .  there’s a familiarity with being surrounded by bodies pressing in and questions raining down ,  she knows this .  there’s a level of respect held towards her wherever she goes ,  she sees this .  there are things she knows ,  things she recognizes ,  yet none of it offers a clue as to what it might mean .  they call her General ,  but she does not remember being in the military .  they call her Princess ,  but she does not remember coming from royalty .  there are things she knows ,  but there are no memories attached to them to offer an explanation as to why .  she does not recognize her touch and influence in the lives of those around her .  she does not remember her role in restoring hope throughout the galaxy .  she does not recognize  her  hope right in front of her .          the young man standing before her asks what so many before him have asked .  she wonders how she could know so many people ,  though she suspects the titles the attached to her may have something to do with it .  a feeling of distraught fills her when asked once more ,  wishing desperately that she did remember .  that she could offer solace to those who looked to her for guidance out of instinct and experience .  aged hands are folded in front of her ,  resisting the urge to let restlessness disturb the neat folds of her robes .   ❝  no ,  i don’t .  ❞   she responds quietly ,  dark eyes dimmed and shining with remorse and distress as a frown tugs at her mouth .   ❝  i’m sorry .  ❞