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#nova.

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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗶𝘀  𝗻𝗼  𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱   –   𝙣𝙤  𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙  𝙖𝙩  𝙖𝙡𝙡,     but  there’s  no  need  to  panic   /   not  now,  not  ever.  feet  drag  sort  of  clumsy  over  floor,  toes  of  boots  catching  occasionally  between  steps.  indeed,  there’s  no  reason  to  panic !     not  over  the  rather  telling  trail  of  crimson  that  follows  him,  nor  over  the  way  axe  drops  heavy  from  hand.  body  collapses  forward  with  a  dull  sort  of  sound,  palm’s  of  hands  wet  with  an  influx  of  movement  on  rather  angry  injury.  if  this  is  anything,  it’s  an  inconvenience,   and  brows  settle  relatively  relaxed  despite  the  onset  of  agony  that  lights  the  epitome  of  his  body  on  fire.  something  cold  and  damp  breathes  down  the  back  of  his  neck  as  he  sets  out  to  reposition  himself  with  great  effort  against  wall,  shoulder-blades  rolling  forward  momentarily.

a  mouthful  of  air,  he  could  swear  he’s  sprung  a  leak  in  this  body  by  the  way  it  does  nothing  for  lungs  beginning  to  brim  with  blood     –     this  might  require  more  than  a  bacta  patch.  hazy  stare  drifts  upward  at  approaching  body  :   friend  or  foe,  at  this  point,  he’s  become  quite  content  with  an  outcome  that  doesn’t  differ  either  way.          ❛    these  halls  are  a  lot  longer  than  you’d  think  they  are  for  some  reason.    ❜           breathing  somewhat  labored,  fingers  dance  over  the  bottom  of  rib  cage   /   there  is  humor  in  his  own  demise,  somehow.

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀    𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿    𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵    𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻,    𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲    𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀,  and flick droplets of blood onto the surface beneath his feet.  splatters of the red tickle the skin of his face and matte in his beard, brows, hair.  fire burns in his eyes as he fights, as he slays one enemy after another.  all too easy!  having only obtained few cuts and slashes, bruises here and there, he is certain he will walk away from this entirely too unscathed.  usual for the legendary knights of ren --- none could match them in battle.  or so he thinks ; as one body slumps to the ground before him, his eyes take notice of cal just beyond.  wounded.  possibly fatally so.

clunky and heavy steps carry him to his ally, and he sinks to his knees.  smoke billows into the sky through holes in the foundation above them, broken out fires covering the inside in growing warmth.  nikarno wipes sweat and blood and dirt from his forehead as he leans in to examine the wound.  wouldn’t take a genius or a doctor to know it’s pretty bad.  none of their own will die today, not if he has any say in it.

“lean on me,” barks his breathy voice, already moving to get a grip on cal round his waist and beneath his arm.  “i’ll get you out of here.”

#warknighted #v. main

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Brick ( 2005 ) 

#study. #oof :/

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prove to them that you belong within their ranks. mundane life is not meant for you ; you were born to take the galaxy however you please. if you wish to nurture it and watch it flourish, you will do that. if you wish to tear the stars from the skies and plunge it all into darkness, do just that. neither will be possible, however, if you let this opportunity slip between your fingers. make sure they never doubt or underestimate you. probe to them that you are meant to be a knight of ren.

twirling between his index and thumb is a small toy, crafted by leon himself as a young boy. growing up on stories of the rebellion, it was hard not to idolize those brave women, men, and aliens that risked their lives to stand up for the empire. he wanted to do something just as great some day. make a name for himself, one that people would never forget... as time passed and that boy aged, he realized that name didn’t need to have heroic connotations. to be a legend people needn’t cheer at the sound of your name, nor do they need to tremble ( although he can’t deny how satisfying the prospect is ). no ; any notoriety is good notoriety. and he would like to be known for doing whatever his heart desired. to achieve that goal he needs to shed his former identity completely. this toy no longer symbolizes who he is, but the naïve boy he used to be. and so his hand curls into a fist and clenches, crushing the toy within his grip. bits and pieces roll off his skin and fall to the floor as his palm opens again, and he rises from where he sits in his old home. neither of his parents are home —- good —- but he knows he hadn’t come here for them. killing them wouldn’t be a true sacrifice. for years all they did was make him feel small. like a failure, like a nobody. whatever love be may have once felt for them has long since dissipated. he is here for something, or rather, someone else.

elitha.  the only person who would ever give him the time of day.  who could make him feel something other than misery, than disappointment with himself.  to feel encouraged rather than scolded was an entirely new concept to him when she stumbled on him.  love... he is sure he fell for her in their time together.  but that is behind them, and he’s prepared to move on.  to leave her in the dust of his old life to begin anew.

each hushed word of explanation that left his lips went misunderstood if not unheard by elitha’s ears.  what he came to do, what he was saying to her, she simply couldn’t fathom.  leon, the man she has loved since day one, come to end her life.  how could it be?  what could have possibly happened in his time away to convince him this violent act was necessary?  giant hands, once determined to keep her safe, cupped her cheeks and tried to keep her calm.  it worked as best it could before he drove his blade into her stomach.  blood painted his fingers and splattered against his face as her body went limp in his hands and thudded to the floor.  not as much pain as expected culminates within his chest, but oddly enough, it mixes with a sense of freedom.  release.

leon viccolm is no more.  here he lies with his past life.  the man that has completed his act in moving on now stands tall as nikarno ren.

#drabble. #long post cw #murder tw #i'll format this later icbf rn

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#image.

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Jason Momoa as Arthur Curry/Aquaman in Aquaman (2018)

#image.

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having parents that never expressed having faith in him and instead of trying to push him in the right direction decides to belittle him .. hurts leon tbh and he'll act like he doesn't care and it's just you know whatever fuck you but it actually really disappoints him that they weren't loving and supportive when they found out he didn't have the same goals as them

#headcanon. #mobile.

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FORCE BOND: a link through which two Force-sensitives could influence each other.

FORCE CHOKE: (under telekinesis) an attack via the Force that was used to crush a living being’s throat or trachea. a user could potentially break their victim’s neck if enough pressure is applied

FORCE HEALING: a power that used the Force to accelerate the natural healing process rapidly, and could be used to heal the most fatal of wounds and injuries. ( fatal if too much of her own life force is used.

FORCE SENSE: used to feel another being’s feelings, the future, ripples in the Force caused by momentous or traumatic events, impending danger and the presence of the dark side

FORCE SIGHT: enhanced the bearer’s visual and spatial perception even in the dark or behind walls

FORCE SPEED: a core Force power that allowed the user to maintain sprinting speeds for a brief time.

MIND TRICKS: also known as mind control, refer to a spectrum of Force powers which influenced the thoughts of sentient creatures

TELEPATHY: the basic ability to read minds or mentally communicate and project user’s thoughts

TELEKINESIS: allowed force users to move and otherwise manipulate physical matter.

#canons.

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Carnival of Souls (1962) dir. Herk Harvey

#study.

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NAME. leon viccolm

ALIAS. nikarno ren

AGE.36

FACECLAIM.

HEIGHT.

WEIGHT.

ABILITIES. here

WEAPONS. tba

SPECIES. force sensitive human

OCCUPATION. knight of ren

ABOUT.

he was a knight before kylo came along.

bored af with life. sick of his pushy parents. didn’t wanna do traditional nonsense. wanted to be free, so that’s what he did.

when he left his planet he travelled for over a year before he came across the knights, he was 16/17 at the time.

follows more of the canon kor lore ... he does what he wants when he wants whether it’s good or bad.  his force sensitivity (not super strong) and anything else life gives him is a gift.

he couldn’t care less about the jedi, the sith, the resistance & the first order. they’re all idiots if you ask nik.

the only thing he truly cares for are the other knights of ren, kylo included.

when not on duty, he dresses casually. borderline lazily. stays on whichever planet he fancies at the moment.

he does not care about your feelings or opinions if you’re not important to him.

seeing that the sith rising to power would disrupt the ren’s only rule ( whatever the hell you want ) he was entirely against palpatine in tros, and fought alongside rey and ben and the other knights that didn’t turn on their master fuck canon.

in the aftermath he remains a knight of ren, ben solo is still someone he chooses to care for, he is just masterless once again until a new one comes along.

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     𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝗲𝗱𝗶. 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. both extremes of the force spectrum are simply labels that the knights of ren do not align themselves with. they each exist to feed from whatever the force gives them, take what they please, live however they so desire. nothing less, nothing more. live, enjoy life however they see fit ; one day embrace the galaxy with open, gentle arms, and wreak havoc the next --- if that is what they want. and when the time comes they will cease to exist as individuals, allowing more knights to rise in their place.

     at least that is how he once viewed it.           𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖.

     to take what is given to him and obey only his master remains his most absolute goal, but she has given him so much more. to think that, so young, the two of them would come together and discover dreams they didn't know they had, emotions and sensations they didn't know they could feel, was once a reality neither could have foreseen. and yet is has happened ; a new path unfolded before them and they were powerless but to travel upon it.

     she, princess, warrior bursting to break free, fell onto him by the happiest of chances --- and he, aimless, unhappy with his simple and dreary existence, awakened at her fiery presence. to be given kylo ren and the former students of luke skywalker that trailed behind him could understandably be a notion seen as annoying. for generations have there been knights and then comes along heir of vader, simply handed the role of a leader. master of the knights of ren he became. none other than him even considered for the latest replacement. yet leon nikarno gave not a care. no, indifference isn't truly accurate : like his force sensitivity, kylo ren and his "fallen" students are a gift. had legendary jedi luke skywalker made no attempt to slay his own blood, destruction would never have graced the jedi training temple, and he would never have met nova, and she is the greatest gift of all. thank you, force, for all that you orchestrate and all you bestow upon us! thank you for this incredible, carefree existence! oh, force, if only they could see me now...

     poor leon. always told that he and his lack of ambition, desire, and drive would lead him to live an unfulfilling life. each drawn breath merely a waste of air if he didn't wish to amount to anything. leon, you will be left behind. and when your time comes to meet the maker, you will not be missed. does that not fill your heart, your very soul, with the heaviest dread?

     mundane lifestyle is so tragically unappealing. leon had never been built for routine ; job, family, death. work every day for the better of a galaxy he doesn't particularly care for, find a woman, possibly a man, to spend his life and raise children with. come home each day utterly bored and miserable with his inescapable situation only to die a nobody that wouldn't be remembered. no - anything less than a life of liberating freedom wouldn't have worked. always had he known that the choices forced onto him by his parents wouldn't have panned out. years later here he is --- defying his expectations, long since freed of his chains, completely satisfied where he has ended up. if only he could laugh in the faces of his parents, show them all he has gained.

     waving locks of raven hair trail along the lengths of nik's arm and chest. sleeping beauty is curled into him and his arms keep her wrapped in a safe embrace. frequent flutters meet her eyelids ; dreams, images which he wishes he could see ( what does a mind so complex, so unwaveringly strong conjure up at night? ) but he will not intrude. skin so soft he finds he could stroke it all night --- his finger tips barely touch upon her, feather light, as they crawl up and down her shoulder blade. maker, she is almost painfully beautiful. to go blind by staring at her beauty is a pain he would take with a smile. watching as her chest moves ever so slowly, light gusts of air leaving her nose, he leans forward as subtly as he can manage and places a kiss to her forehead. 𝙤𝙝, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 --- 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. it is with a swell in his heart that he lays his head down and closes his eyes, drifting off to the thought of her and what their future may hold.