viscera is bathed in molten durasteel, tender flesh conquered by chromium. the enforcer. the weapon. the nightmare bred for destruction. molded by death’s very grasp, to survive at any cost. established: dec. 2015rebooted: dec. 2017comic / novel / film / headcanon based as told by GRIM /
‘twas a foolish notion. paranoia often chased away the quiet calm required for proper rest. platoons required training, legions replenished for the onslaught that was to be wrought on what remained of the resistance. ❛ there is no time for rest, sir. ❜ insomnia was an old comrade, their history a lengthy one, intertwined since her youth.
venom coated the syllables that fled from her lungs, the truths their new supreme leader had to hear, she did not fear the wrath, welcoming the punishment, the pain that would she would incur from her insubordination. the order was damned in his hands but what mattered most was the captain’s own survival. from death’s cold grasp she had escaped once, the fates would not be so kind a second time. RAGE scorched the veins of kylo ren, the fire ignited within his dark irises. he drives her into the nearest barrier, phasma’s spine melding with metal, the sickest of smirks fashioning itself on pale lips. with the impact, the hood that shrouded her visage was knocked from its perch upon her skull, exposing the horrid pleasure she derived from his fury.
blinded by his ire, he failed to notice the poisoned blade she concealed within her temporary uniform, the very weapon that was poised at his ribs, prepared to be driven upward if she so desired. ——- but phasma halted, a lesson was to be learned here. instead she inches forth, feeling the strength of that unseen force commands joining with what his limbs possess.
lips mere centimeters from his own, her head tilts to the left, sapphire irises studying the former knight’s twitching visage, her words a soft murmur, the lowest of growls rumbling in her throat. ❛ emotion rules you. you are a slave to it. ❜ a pause, applying just enough pressure to flay the fabric of his attire, careful not to nick the flesh beneath. ❛ it will get you killed – all of us killed. ❜
PRETTIER THAN ME? TELL ME, DID THE CINEMA AUDIENCE GASP I UNISON AND EXCLAIMED ‘DAMN HES HOT, CUTE, PRETTY’ UPON SEEING YOU? NO? I DIDNT THINK SO.
i literally saw someone throw up in their popcorn bucket. i don’t think being called a disney prince is a compliment. do you shit glitter & sing to droids while also being insanely incompetent 93% of the time ? why be a pretty prince when you can be a QUEEN ?
I KILLED MY DAD, THEN GOT SHOT WITH CHEWBACCAS FUCK YOU GUN, AND THEN REY SLASHED A LIGHTSABER ACROSS MY FACE. I WAS NOT AT FULL STRENGHT AT THE TIME, whats your excuse except for cowardice ?
UH HUH. WEAK SAUCE REN STRIKES AGAIN. I HAVE NO EXCUSE. EXCUSES ARE LIKE ASSHOLES, EVERYONE HAS ONE. I’M STILL PRETTIER THAN YOU. AND I’M SHINY SO EVERYONE LIKES ME BETTER.