#sw au | soft!ren: master of the knights

[kylo-wrecked]

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Ren's helm bore down on Kai's.

"No," the totem modulated, shaking itself slowly. Softly, for all its brutality. "I think you'll find we're not, and it doesn't."

He approached her softly, softly as one could tread a minefield. His boots sifted the gravel in a whisper, and Ren whispered to Kai. They could parse each other's minds with their fingers even while she held her fists at her sides and he gripped his hilt.

There was such pain there. He didn't have to sift through the images; it was as strong and certain as the moon and tide. The twenty-five-boned constellation of Ren Prime rattled in his stole. Such pain, such pain.

"You may be able to mask with him." Snoke, the malformed old tumor, fool enough to sit on a throne, to think that distance gave him some advantage. "I know."

Ren, the solid work of shadow that shouldered the meager space between himself and Kai. He knew. His chromium lattice slipped sideways in his study of her, the agile brawn snapping with tension.

"I will never be finished," he said, hand on hilt. Panthering, crunching gravel, black totem boring. "Worthy. I invite you to try and make me either. Bring this all to an end. The Ren. Me."

He sidled around her armored back and felt her entire body compacted with inner suffering yet to be focused and exercised. Kyber rage. Anger was useful for a time, but there could be something more—something the Ren might like to cut its teeth on.

"You can end it right now," the helm hummed. "But you'll have to answer to the Supreme Leader when you do. Won't you?"

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[kylo-wrecked]

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

{ 🎲 You rolled: Soft!Ren }

"What makes you think death has a cold grip?" He answered through a silent, itching wound of wrath. Answered with blood on his tongue. Blood tracks on the edge of his chin. "Children's stories?" 

Yet, he wouldn't bare his teeth. Kylo Ren parried Kun's blow, his right heel dug into the ground, a mouth closed onto the earth, his saber a fire splashing above it. Above them. And above, and all around them, the Force, and in it, its nucleus, the Ren. 

Was Exar Kun aware of this cellular repositioning of their galaxy? Take off that mask, fight me face-to-face. Kylo Ren bared his teeth now, pushing his blade into Kun's light blue and flickering lie. Blood was black on his gums. Disdain was black in his eyes, frozen on his battered young face, where specks of blood merged with specks of moles. Within its scant lines dwelt The Ren, making his mien, the bent nose, even the slick, wild hair surrounding it, a mask of itself. 

"Perhaps..." Ren rasped, near a whisper. Held his ground and felt the blood welling in a trauma location he could no longer perceive. Choked on the effort. "Perhaps you've lived too long."

@sithisms

[kylo-wrecked]

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He could almost sip Violet's blood from the air, the scent of it held so strong. They'd become less of the same blood as the moons turned faces, but it still tasted like his. 

War animal, man, machine. Kylo Ren drew nigh from his defence, seething at their aborted battle. The hilt disappeared in his robes. 

With the tilt of his head, he uttered, in many chilling whispers, overlapped ice sheets, "You know I didn't come to kill you." 

Not on his terms. Not when the First Order had its palm on the planet's troposphere. 

It seemed not to bother this mast, this durasteel totem inlaid with chromium, this primed sarcophagus for a dead past and future, that he was a sickle used at Snoke's employ. 

Why, the future was the very reason he wouldn't feint Violet's blows. Still, the past clung to each of them like vines rotting over Theed's archways, their sweetness tainted. 

"And is Vader with us now?"

Ren's tone belied no concern regarding Violet's claims, one way or the other. Yet he was here and came alone, though it might be that a Knight lurked somewhere beyond her grasp, dwelling in the shadows that hemmed the brittle ranges, or of shadow and all around them, like their grandfather, like the night. 

@mnolith

[kylo-wrecked]

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He reached the leather-sheathed apparatus of his hand into that shimmering fury. Gently stoked the air with his index finger extended. To Ren, rage was always a frost. How warm hers was. War's fury. Perhaps it would spit the flesh off his bone.

"You're so angry," he spoke softly, letting the hand fall at his side, ulnar and radial channels tingling, warping like his helm's tenor. "I wonder if I should call upon a more stable warrior for this mission. Vicrul... Underskilled, but...”

Animals chattering, groaning, warmongering. Gnashing teeth and clanging in their pens. Ren's helm was one such pen for a creature Shiloh had never seen outside its cage. A wolfing creature in a cowl whose stole clinked with a twenty-four-point vertebral constellation, making half its revolution around her, tempting fate. Drawing the visors of the troopers and the stench of expectancy from the bridge their way.  

The helm addressed Shiloh with its chromium scowl, drawn closer, blinking with the ceiling panels.

"You'll fall apart at two words."

@itmeanspeace

[kylo-wrecked]

Thunder rolled over and through the marble city. Lighting flashed between Inuja's towers like a cat's eye. Above the clouds hung a First Order squadron clogging the atmosphere; they pulsed there, foreign organs.

Kylo Ren and the squadron followed a simple directive: locate the queen and threaten her people with the blackest threats. Eris was governed by her people; their pain and fear were hers. She deferred so doubtlessly that it touched him in a dead place.

Now his looping chromium lattice traced her vision, her rage. Poor thing. Devastated by feeling, moon skin imbued with the warmth of an inner sun, burning away in her lace. How she burned to save anything she thought she could touch.

"You," Ren's vocoder echoed, buzzing with irony. "You think I came here unaware?"

He held her presence on his shadow tongue. Ren Prime rattled in his stole. A gale carried the feathers, the bones. His helm sloped down. He carried death on his shoulders. But also Ren carried a shard within him.

The troopers shoved Eris forward.

"Get on the ship."

@etoilebleu

cont.

twilight  sky  was  covered  by  dull  low  hanging  clouds,  thick  mist  enshrouding  the  air  around  them.  thunder  rumbled  in  the  distance,  enclosing  the  planet  in  an  already  gloomy  atmosphere.

she  had  felt  this  months  before,  the  feeling  in  her  chest.  one  of  the  more  prominent  gifts  the  force  had  given  her.  a  future  sight.

fear,  petrichor,  longing,  struggling  to  find  words  due  to  the  way  something  broke  a  heart  and---anger.  were  they  all  hers  to  feel  ?

the  inujan  queen  didn't  even  need  to  be  fetched  to  see  it  herself.  the  feeling  ripped  her  open  while  she  was  drawn  to  one  of  the  palace's  open  balcony's,  watching  as  an  unfamiliar  ship  made  their  way  down,  knuckles  white  against  marble.  the  rest  was  honestly  a  blur.

what  was  that?  why  was  she  feeling  that?

just  who  exactly  was  here?

it  felt  as  if  it  were  going  to  gain  life  and  crawl  up  her  throat  and  out  of  her  mouth.  stare  was  vacant  while  she  thought  about  it,  eventually  being  accompanied  by  two  storm  troopers  while  they  took  her  toward  the  landing.

there  were  creatures  on  inuja  that  called  their  own  to  home  during  these  hours.  especially  when  it  was  going  to  rain.  and  she  knew  it  well.  long  afternoons  that  stretched  into  sunset  playing  in  the  jungle  and  their  screeches  reminded  her  and  a  beloved  childhood  friend  to  go  back  to  where  it  was  safe  and  warm.

throat  tightened  and  eyes  widened,  the  inujan  queen  taking  a  deep  breath  through  her  nostrils,  lifting  her  head  a  little  higher  at  the  sight.  the  looming  dark  figures  that  intended  to  intimidate.  a  contrast  to  the  cream  colored  marble  planet  they  walked  upon.  especially  to  its  delicate  looking  queen,  draped  in  light  colored  silks  and  skin  as  pale  as  the  moon.

the  creatures  called  again  into  the  night,  his  essence  becoming  more  clear  now.  it  was  dipped  and  dunked  into  someone  else  entirely--but  it  was  him.  the  smallest  bit  in  there….somewhere.

eris  wasn't  sure  why  those  words  jumped  out  of  her  mouth  without  thinking,  her  quick  step  forward  being  halted  by  the  storm  trooper  on  her  right,  who  held  her  back  with  a  hand  on  her  shoulder.  but  she  just  ignored  them,  bright  green  eyes  staring  into  the  void  of  his  helmet.

there  was  so  much  swirling  around  in  there.  it  was  haunting.

breathes  deepened,  a  sorrowful  chuckle  leaving  her  while  she  shook  her  head.  "oh  come  on.  "  she  muttered,  swallowing  dryly.  why  did  he  have  to  come  back  like  this  ?

the  breeze  blew  strands  of  hair  in  her  vision,  eris  practically  seething  with  rage.  but  it  wasn't  directed  at  him.  "  you--  "  stray  hairs  gently  blew  into  her  vision,  eyes  narrowing.

"  you  feel  it.  don't  you  ?  "

she  couldn't  take  no  for  an  answer.  no--she  wouldn't. // @kylo-wrecked

[kylo-wrecked]

❝  do you think we fight hopeless wars?  ❞ ~ Wedge in his time-skip verse

{ 🕯️ You conjured: Soft!Ren }

There's no telling if Kylo Ren finds amusement in the realization that etches itself on the pilot's face. He is without face. A monolith, at least until he moves. Then he is a beast.

And there's hardly what one would call movement in how his helm tilts. It's haunted by the impression of the man that lays inside. That chrome latticed skull assesses Antilles and hums—

"You think there's hope?"

—as if hope were as ludicrous as the initial question. No dead man could prevail into the future by drawing on the tides of a stream as shallow as hope. Jawas knew as much.

@red-flight

[kylo-wrecked]

What Does Your Heart Look Like?

sw au | soft!ren: master of the knights

iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn’t it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that’s no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

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[kylo-wrecked]

@lightsiided :// { cont'd from this dramatic entrance }

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"Wait—" But it's too late to dispel her hand from the wound, and even if he could do so, Rey long occupied the part of him buried deep within his flesh, where his tendons begin to knit themselves back together.  "I—don't know," he says, with a bloody knife's edge of a smile. Flash and gone. Just blood now; his mouth fills with metallic undertones of spoilt body and mind. He tries and fails to hold his ground, the heels of his boots scuffing the gravel as his knees buckle.  "No." This time with certainty. He couldn't walk. He could probably fall. The thin blade of a smile again. "Why?" he begins. Bile rises within him.  "You—" Actual bile. Putrid liquid iodine. When Ren lifts his head, a black bead rolls down his chin. It's the color of the failing eyes that behold two Reys. Two Reys balancing the simulacrum of Ren's body, two pairs of hands struggling to support it, slipping from under his black knit arms at points, partly due to his deadweight and partly to her crimson-slicked fingers.  Speech eludes him. The blanched scratches of sky and rock spires become a blur. Why did everyone want to go back to Jakku? For Ren, the answer is simple. He had come for Rey.  Ren's implicit sentence hangs in the air and fizzles away. You could claim victory for the Resistance.  All she'd had to do was lay his body out to dry, and the vultures would swoop. 

[kylo-wrecked]

"Voe, be—" serious. Be serious. That's what he was going to venture to the negging, halfling-Jedi. Good thing then that she grabbed his arm, yanking him back to attention, Nar Shaddaa and its sick dog yellow haze. Its food-stall yappings. Children who were most certainly corner boys, spies for the big bosses, as Syrax Ren had been. All of it rose above them as they dropped and touched ever more squalid ground, soundless as falling leaves. His gloves fallen like leaves. 

Pressure points at every level, every apse, and hollow. They were close. So then would this brief reunion come to its bitter end. Fine. Kylo Ren observed Voe's stance. Firm, yes. Always. But shaken. And impatient. Ever impatient, too. 

Ren rolled his shoulder. 

"That's all you have for proof of faith?" 

The faith that she would land well. He peered at her with an expression more than sympathetic; it saw her. An odd look on him, to be sure.  

"I'm sorry." 

Was she too blind-sided by her diminished faith to hear the softness in his voice? See it in his crescent jasper gaze? A gaze that was a knife sunk deeper then yanked away.  

Kylo Ren counted the pressure points around them, made rudely aware that he'd miscalculated several risks, including that of his split soul. He swathed his face in his stole and kicked his cowl under a vile heap of wires and plugless motherboards. Old bones. 

And should these bones, and the feeling here, between his spine and the memory in his ribs, be raised from their grave... did he call upon Pernix? Syrax? A knife and a reservatory? Dräede? Did he call upon another corpse to shoulder this memory before him? 

His eyes slid toward Voe, his scowl veiled by monk's cloth. His hands were bare and balled into fists.

"Well then? You have the intel, 'Princess Jedi.' You can end this any time."

@mayxthexforce

[kylo-wrecked]

@mayxthexforce sent:// 'I thought you outgrew superstition.' (from Voe to soft!ren)

{ from this meme / not currently accepting }

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"I thought you outgrew your recklessness," he responded. "Wait and listen."

There was a great, rasping groan. A horrible cry that seeped into the marrow. Ren's helm moved toward it, scanning the gloom of mud and rust. Voe began to muscle the whole of her frame down the tunneled hovel without a second thought. He watched her long enough to glimpse the crushed shells, sediments, shards of bone, and russet crystals glinting in the light reflected by his lattice.

"Quiet," he hissed and shoved Voe back.

She hadn't said anything, but Ren had heard anyway. He felt Voe's restive drive to shed light on any subject or incident as soon as it reared its head. (Everything seemed a threat to Voe; nothing worth her consideration or empathy. Perhaps he'd taken that from her when he stabbed her in the heart.) This was a dangerous way for a Jedi. That she didn't seem to see this was so surprised Ren, but what surprised him most was how the notion had burrowed under his skin, infecting him with agita.

Perhaps she was right, too; that more than the creature, more than having found Han Solo, Kylo Ren feared Voe. Feared for Voe, her eyes scintillating with umbrage and spite, and her starlight hair whipping against his shoulder, and her grip gouging his arm, and how she spat at him, she 'knew what she was doing,' and how all that made her shine so unforgivably might vanish in a flash of supernova, snapped away by hands outside their reach.

[kylo-wrecked]

🖤 from Voe :3c

{ from this meme }

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending!!! / fuck no!!!! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Voe: I hate you. >:T

Ren: I know. :)

[kylo-wrecked]

@jakkuforce :// { cont'd from this sweet thing here }

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"Oh yes," he said with a vile expression. Smile-like though he bit the inside of his lip, drawing his mouth into a caviling knot. "I've had the sort of fun that'd bring tears to your eyes."

He stopped pacing at least, and training his vision on the snowcapped peaks that obstructed the night, Ren answered her question.

"Your grandfather believes you're becoming a burden."

Certainly, Rey's removal from Exegol was presented by the Emperor as a matter of practicality, subterfuge, and diversion to smite his opposition. Really, it was because the old fluke had grown weary of his progeny. Weary rather than frightened.

"He doesn't see you as a threat," Ren said, following her stunned silence. "You understand the problem."

As for why the Emperor shipped Rey off-world with him, Ren set his jaw. He watched the mountains. Like his helm, they had silver inlays. How Ren wanted for it now. He should never have taken it off.

[kylo-wrecked]

Fear made the chamber warm, and fear was cold. Yet warmth rose off the white panels, and the sterile air sifted itself; a shoreline, drawing back for him, this phrik and durasteel protrusion on a new galactic order. The tar in its blood. 

Like a katabatic wind, this figure swept toward Wedge, another pilot in binders, rodent-like in his nudging down the seat, as if a spit more distance might influence his outcome—and yet, not any other pilot, for Wedge Antilles had made quite the journey. 

Up close, one could see the figure was no Empire's agent. It was a different beast joined in ichor with the one known as Lord Vader.

The helm tilted at Wedge's expression, its silver inlays glaring at the worry marks inlaid on his naked face. Did it laugh? It seemed impossible that the vocoder would translate the notes of that mourning song. 

"So the dead do rise," this great swath of shadow said. "Not only do they rise, but they speak. What does this corse have to say?"

The helm and its chromium latticework stared Wedge down, a death mask. The ragged stole rattled with its first bones, the phalanges of First Ren, how he had prized his strength; his hands.

"All questions, I presume."

He perched on the concaved wrist of the bench opposite, a black thing on its haunches, darker than the refracted interrogation windows behind his shoulders. Each shoulder folded somewhat frontwards, sedately. Two wings at rest beneath their cowl. 

First, he told the captive pilot he was on board a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. He told him the war was at a stalemate. He assured him that he would be brought to the firing squad and that his death would be quick. He was Kylo Ren. Vader was dead. The helm revealed nothing more.

"My turn," Ren went on, his vocal codec lilting, approaching the situation as though it were playing a game it had won and would go on to win for a thousand spurned sunsets. "What is the last thing you remember? What can you tell me I won't have to pull from you like a tooth?"

@red-flight

[kylo-wrecked]

Where Does Your Power Lie?

sw. au | dark!ren, the harbringer

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

sw. au | soft!ren, the templar

the mouth

sharp teeth, sharper tongue, all growl and bark and bite, bite, bite. your power is gritted teeth and set jaws, quick and powerful words, decisive actions. everything you do is so personal and vulnerable - the way you love, the way you are loved, the way you attack, the way you drink in and feast on life.

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[kylo-wrecked]

@desireandduty sent:// [ sidecar ]  what type of person are they most likely drawn to?

{ from this meme }

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Soft!Kylo is drawn to confidence, poise, and kindness. But, as an impressionable and gullible child who seeks affection wherever he can find it, he doesn't know 'when kindness is manipulative.' When 'good behavior' is all part of an act. (The Ren don't fit this definition; Kylo joins the Knights for his Very Own reasons, and in my playground, they're found family. They're also a cult, but that's okay! Kylo: A CULT IS A CULT MOM YOU HAVE YOUR FOLLOWERS AND I HAVE MINE. Leia: No. Well... yes, but—)

If mun is to speak on behalf of muse, they would say... this conflation?? Never really goes away?? Even when he's Dark!Ren, and he's this 45 y/o, Force-powerful machine-man, Full Goth RoboCop, who can rearrange your bones with the flex of his palm, he's looking for mommy. most those who are fierce and angry, but composed, regal. Intelligent. Sensitive. Otherworldly. Also, OP af.

Sidenote: Soft!Ren's a hoe for brilliantly angry people. Like beings shining with rage. Point that his way, please. Do you hate him? Good, he loves you too. Did you almost kill him? Hello, Nurse, or more accurately, "You left me legless. I'm impressed, and so are the Knights. Have you heard about the might of the Ren?" *offers pamphlet*

edit: in our verse he's very much awed by Padmé.

[kylo-wrecked]

❛ so, to what do i owe this pleasure? ❜ (from Uncle Obi).

He had known he would be here—Obi-Wan, extending his exile onto Takodana. Living in a thatched roofed shack, denning with foxes. A holo's flicker of a life Kylo Ren almost remembered.

Ren's singular shape, the sickle of his shadow, swung forward. He had told the others to stay behind. This one was his. This one would fight for his tattered life.

"Your head,” Ren replied.  

He then activated his saber, crackling ruby and rage, and his helm shone in its pale rising light.