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ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote2018-12-23 07:46 am

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WISHLIST (TROS SPOILERS)


anything force-bond related, but especially:
  • slow-burn corruption (either direction)

  • inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)

  • dream-sharing

  • emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)

  • inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn

  • mid-conversation force bond interruption

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance


anything related to ben solo, but especially:
  • snoke confessionals with family or friends of family

  • returning to the light

  • smuggler life style

  • jedi knight ben

  • resistance-fighter ben

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey


anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
  • fall via coup

  • resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)

  • force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke

  • defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux


canto bight:
  • shady weapons deals

  • picking up prisoners

  • recruitment

  • obligatory dinner party

  • general casino shenanigans

  • beach party

  • basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece


A note on romance:
I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family).
But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them.
Thank you for understanding.
forcevisions: (and then the world moves on)

i'm here for some kind of jedi/smuggler/resistance ben + canto bight

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-14 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is always hard to come home. that's what it feels like, setting foot in this open sore of a port. canto bight has always been the shining star of cantonica, but not to kira. as the supreme leader had been all too eager to remind her, the last time she had set foot here, she was still rey, a child lost in the wilds of jakku. a scavenger. nothing.

the supreme leader was wrong about one thing: she was not afraid to confront the place her parents had sold her. that day, those people, that girl she had been held no sway over her anymore.

and even if they did … there were matters of greater import here than her own fears.
]

Cover every port and hangar in this city. I want to know about every ship that enters the atmosphere.

[ she says it as soon as her black boots click on the marble floors of the casino, turning to address the masked troopers to her side. one of them — he must be new to command — turns towards her to ask, What will you do? the others flinch. they can feel the anger thrumming under her skin, the tension that winds into her just being here. they know better.

there is no emotion in her face as she lifts her hand. he sinks to his knees, his choked gasps amplified by the speaker in his helmet. the others do not flinch. only when he crumples does she release her phantom grip. the others salute and go about their business, one of them taking the risk to carry his fallen comrade.

he might live, this stormtrooper. if they bother to bring him back to the command shuttle. if he does, he'll have learned his lesson. she pulls back the hood on her thick, black woollen cape and lets it hang around her shoulders as she gets a good look now at the casino floor.

someone in this bauble of a town is arming the resistance. kira strides like a wraith across the casino floor, the loose skirts of her tunic a whip of black fabric in her wake. her shadow is barely noticed by the elites who gamble away their pocket change. and she does not think about how many of those bets are more than the supreme leader had paid to get his hands on her all those years ago.

it's stifling.

but somewhere in this blasted, beautiful city there is a seed of hope and she is going to snuff it out.
]
followhim: <lj user=icontrol>; dnt (zoolander face)

in this family we love and respect canto bight

[personal profile] followhim 2018-01-14 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[yeah, yeah, boo hoo canto bight is a den of deceit and phonies and whatever rose said while she was being holden caulfield but you know what? the resistance is low on literally everything. supplies, ships, bodies, you name it. leia has a few connections left to try and reach out to, and this particular one wanted to meet at canto bight. so she sent poe to do the job. he's not exactly thrilled to be here, since it is a den of deceit and phonies, but he can put aside his personal feelings to do things for the resistance. ~the resistance is all that matters.~

and, unlike rose and finn, he's doing it right. he cleaned up, found (read: stole) appropriate formalwear, didn't park his ship in a no-parking zone. bb-8 is waiting on the ship for him, but he's sure he can handle this on his own.

or at least that's what he thought until he saw kylo ren across the casino. he's very hard to miss, on account of being a literal tree. but maybe … it'll be fine. maybe they'll ignore each other. maybe he'll ignore his innate desire to always Start Some Shit.

yep. that's definitely what's going to happen. i can just feel it.]
forcevisions: (two strangers in the bright light)

drags finn in here

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-15 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ in the entrance walks a short, dark-skinned man with a high-collared jacket. unlike the rest of the patrons of canto bight, this man wears only one ring. one that hides a symbol of the resistance. he glances around, uneasy, then makes his way for ben's position.

he never makes it that far. into his path steps a woman. she has the kind of presence that makes it easy to mistake her as taller than him by a mile, although they're actually quite close in height. kira rests her hand on the man's arm, and pure panic overtakes his expression.
]

The prodigal stormtrooper, returned to us at last. [ she keeps her voice low, and it is lost in the din of the casino well before it ever makes it to ben. she leans in. the impression of intimacy to anyone who wasn't looking at his contact's face. ] You caused us quite a bit of trouble, leaving the way you did. [ her grip tightens. ] Where is it?

[ the panic turns to pain. kira digs her fingers into the meat of his arm as she digs into his mind. abandoning his post would be enough to get this stormtrooper killed out of hand. but stealing what he had, trying to find a way to smuggle it to the resistance. that deserved something more—

something more. no, not in the stormtrooper. she pulls back, suddenly aware. a ripple, elsewhere in the casino. she turns slowly, her eyes dark and searching. her hand loosens and slips, and finn is quick to take advantage. she barely marks the signs of him retreating.

what is it? that feeling. someone else touching the force. slight. so slight they may not even have noticed ...
]
forcevisions: (or between the sheets)

i'm here to make everything terrible always so ?? ? why are you surprised

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-16 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ she sees the shuffle of a crowd, the attendant calling out for him, but she doesn't get a glimpse of who sat at that table. but she can feel him. kira turns to look back for fn-2187, but he is already gone through the next doors.

kira grabs a stormtrooper hustling past.
]

Follow him. Don't let him get away. [ she points after fn-2187, then turns to march in the opposite direction, pursuing the glimmer of light in the force like a will-o-wisp. maybe she imagined it. but no. someone ran. if nothing else, someone connected to fn-2187. someone who would have answers to putting this to bed. for good.

she chases him into the stairwell, the slow and steady stomp of a creature who knows she can outlast her prey, and therefore needs not bother to outrun it. he's heading into the lower levels. from there, she can corner him easily. he won't know yet that traffic has been grounded here.
]
forcevisions: (and then the world moves on)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-16 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ in his defense, it almost works.

she almost walks past, tricked by the traces of his light beyond the lounge.

she's almost fooled.

but she stops, turns on her heels, and peers through the glass into the dimly glowing bar area. an orange light casts across the collection of softly playing wind instruments, picked up and carried through the room by various crystal glasses on the hightop tables.

she steps inside, a shadow that immediately curdles the comfortable mood of the room. the music continues, but the tone almost seems to bend around the darkness she brings with her. she counts down the bar, taking stock of those who sit at it.

ah. there.

she stretches out her hand and shatters the glass in front of him, then all the others up the line of the bar. the explosion of glass sends the other patrons scattering, a few shrieks jolting out.
]
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-16 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ she advances towards him and —

well, honestly, she's smaller in real life. her reputation makes her sound like she's six-foot-ten, but here is this. well, not small woman. she's actually a bit above average height, well-muscled. small next to him, maybe. but her presence, that meets the reputation of the first order's enforcer.

she comes to a stop just in front of him while the rest of the bar continues to scatter. but not him. a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. no, not him.
]

No need to get up on my account. Sit.

[ there's a ripple of something else behind it. a force that presses itself upon him, urging him in a way that her voice will not. it would work, if he weren't strong with the force himself. in a way, it's a measure of him. ]
forcevisions: (you know who you are)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-16 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
And you aided a known fugitive from the First Order. What is a drink in the face of treason?

[ she moves to sit beside him. rather than use the force — a point she feels has been made — she reaches over and firmly turns his stool around to face the bar again. she clears it of glass with her gloved hand and reaches over for a bottle of corellian brandy. ]

Ben Solo. It was you he was coming to meet, wasn't it? Tell me the truth.
forcevisions: (now my neck is open wide)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-18 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Continue gaming me, and you will find I have less amicable ways of finding what I want.

[ it's not empathy protecting him from that method even now — it's curiosity. a part of her questions its effectiveness on him. she has never had to delve the mind of another force sensitive before, and oh, it is him.

she can taste it in the way the air hums around him. it tastes like gold.

she pushes the bottle over to him.
]

Try again. A second chance is more than I give most people. You won't get a third.
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-18 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting, given that he thought he was meeting with you.

[ she tilts her head to watch him take the bottle, but not a drink from it. he doesn't trust her, so he's not entirely stupid. ]

Was it about the money? Offloading stolen First Order weapons. I'm sure it didn't matter to you who was buying. [ the bar is quiet. this bar has never been quiet since it opened, but she has made it so. in seconds. ] Even your mother.
forcevisions: (two strangers in the bright light)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
A lot of people didn't arrange to meet with a defector from the First Order.

[ she tilts her head, intent upon him. she reaches over to close her grip around the neck of the bottle, leaning into his space as she does. he's brave, to be dodging her like this. if it weren't slowing her down, she might even call it admirable. ]

Just you.
followhim: <lj user=icontrol>; dnt (i've always worn it on my sleeve)

[personal profile] followhim 2018-01-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ at first, his thoughts when the room clears is "oh good, i'll be able to spot leia's contact." but why would there ever be a respectable person on canto bight of all the places? he spots the contact, all right ... spots him running out with everyone else to watch the race.

are he and kylo ren seriously the only ones who don't care about this shit?

welp.

you know what? whatever. poe is literally incapable of not metaphorically poking a bear with stick. so he's just gonna go over to the space blackjack table to say howdy. that's not even that dramatic as far as his fuckery goes. he could do so much worse. but i guess we're only like two comments in so just wait for it. ]


Not your scene, either?
forcevisions: (i don't like your kingdom keys)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-20 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
You're right. It's unkind of me to ask you to reveal your business dealings in such a public place. You'll feel more open to discussion aboard my shuttle.

[ she slides off the stool, pulling the bottle towards her like she plans to at least take it for a souvenir — along with him. ]

Your ship, of course, will be impounded and searched for contraband.
followhim: (we take an honest stand)

[personal profile] followhim 2018-01-20 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[he tilts his head like he's seriously considering how to answer that question. because of course he's going to answer what was clearly rhetorical. he can't not. ]

You know ... yeah. Yeah, I think so.

[just try to start something ok. just try to start something and get the cbpd involved. because u know who is going to look bad? you. because poe isn't going to do it first. he's done nothing wrong, ever, in his life. ]

I gotta say, you're the last person I thought I'd run into. That's all.

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