Kyp had conflicting desires at the moment, and they were mostly nothing to do with his romantic feelings towards her and simply borne of his protective ones, which were complicated in and of themselves. He wanted to hug her and reassure her that it was alright, and he wanted to track down the younger, taller Jedi and punch him in the dick.

What he did was cover her hand with his, so it was cradled in both of his, and ask, “Do you want me to… check? You wouldn’t need to relive anything.”

She savored the warmth of his hands as it bled into hers. He was her best friend, in so many ways, and her savior once. She trusted him with almost every piece of her, would have trusted him with all of it if she had allowed herself it a few years ago.

The offer had her searching his face, and pondering it. Their relationship was complicated, having worn so many faces during the years. But other than the worldship, which she had forgiven him for, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. And he was one of the Order’s strongest telepaths. If not the strongest.

“Alright. I trust you.” She replied in a whisper, and waited for any instructions he needed to give her.

“Let’s go to my office,” he suggested. “No one will interrupt there. And it’s more comfortable. I don’t know what we’ll dredge up, so you probably don’t want an audience.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect from poking around in her memory, or how she might react to anything he found there. Doing this in his office would give her the privacy she might need.

"Alright." She said as she scooted to stand up, gently and with some visible reluctance taking her hand back rom him. She didn't know what to make of that at the moment, didn't want to think to deeply before they do what needed to be done. ... but she always knew her feelings for him weren't platonic. And she didn't want to use him, not that way, and didn't want to pursue anything until her head was unfucked.

"Will this hurt?" She asked curiously, as she stood, grabbing the rest of her caf to bring with her.

“It shouldn’t,” he said, “but I don’t know what’s in there yet. I’m not going to just blunder in, I’m not a novice anymore.”

He hated remembering what he’d done to Qwi Xux, but it hadn’t entirely been his doing. Enough, though, that he took the blame willingly. He’d spent the last twenty-something years honing his ability so that he could excise memories with surgical precision, or alter them. Or, as he hoped to do with Jaina, untangle them from an involuntary, drug-filled haze.

He stood, caf in hand, and gestured for her to follow him.

Kyp had conflicting desires at the moment, and they were mostly nothing to do with his romantic feelings towards her and simply borne of his protective ones, which were complicated in and of themselves. He wanted to hug her and reassure her that it was alright, and he wanted to track down the younger, taller Jedi and punch him in the dick.

What he did was cover her hand with his, so it was cradled in both of his, and ask, “Do you want me to… check? You wouldn’t need to relive anything.”

She savored the warmth of his hands as it bled into hers. He was her best friend, in so many ways, and her savior once. She trusted him with almost every piece of her, would have trusted him with all of it if she had allowed herself it a few years ago.

The offer had her searching his face, and pondering it. Their relationship was complicated, having worn so many faces during the years. But other than the worldship, which she had forgiven him for, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. And he was one of the Order’s strongest telepaths. If not the strongest.

“Alright. I trust you.” She replied in a whisper, and waited for any instructions he needed to give her.

“Let’s go to my office,” he suggested. “No one will interrupt there. And it’s more comfortable. I don’t know what we’ll dredge up, so you probably don’t want an audience.”

He wasn’t sure what to expect from poking around in her memory, or how she might react to anything he found there. Doing this in his office would give her the privacy she might need.

Kyp had conflicting desires at the moment, and they were mostly nothing to do with his romantic feelings towards her and simply borne of his protective ones, which were complicated in and of themselves. He wanted to hug her and reassure her that it was alright, and he wanted to track down the younger, taller Jedi and punch him in the dick.

What he did was cover her hand with his, so it was cradled in both of his, and ask, “Do you want me to… check? You wouldn’t need to relive anything.”

“I’ve never been in your position. But I know that once you’ve had a Force meld like the bunch of you had, it changes your brain. It’s easier to slip back into it, especially if you aren’t guarding against it. And since you thought Raynar was dead all this time, how would you have guarded against him? And I’m guessing that it was recursive. He had the backing of the whole nest, and his pull was magnified through the other Jedi of your group. If you didn’t know what to block out, how could you possibly do it?”

He knew a lot about Force melds, and mind reading and fiddling with others’ brains. He was something of an expert on it, one could say.

“Subliminal messages are hard to avoid, Jay. That’s why they work.”

She knew he was right, but part of her still felt stupid. And slightly unclean. There had been things that she couldn’t quite remember, that might have happened given the way Zekk reacted when she turned his offer to sleep with him down.

She fidgeted with the cup as her eyes left his face to stare at the wall behind him, wanting to draw into herself.

“I get that. I just … everything’s so screwed up now. And I feel that's an understatement and there are still things about that ... that I'm sure that happened but don't have any memory of it because of how the bug ... stuff ... worked. And I got to admit, I feel a bit violated because of that uncertainty."

That gave him pause. While he’d been thoroughly briefed, or so he’d thought, no one had mentioned that. “Violated,” he repeated soft. “I know having that kind of a meld forced on you would feel that way but I get the feeling you’re talking about something else.”

He reached across the table, as if to touch her hand, but hesitated because he didn’t want to invade her space. “Are we talking… physical violation?” he asked. Kyp kept his voice low, even though at this hour, it was just the two of them and the cooking droid across the room present.

“I’ve never been in your position. But I know that once you’ve had a Force meld like the bunch of you had, it changes your brain. It’s easier to slip back into it, especially if you aren’t guarding against it. And since you thought Raynar was dead all this time, how would you have guarded against him? And I’m guessing that it was recursive. He had the backing of the whole nest, and his pull was magnified through the other Jedi of your group. If you didn’t know what to block out, how could you possibly do it?”

He knew a lot about Force melds, and mind reading and fiddling with others’ brains. He was something of an expert on it, one could say.

“Subliminal messages are hard to avoid, Jay. That’s why they work.”

He dropped into the seat across from her. She looked awful, in that way too little sleep hollowed you out.

“What’s there to fix?” he asked. “You’re a little battered, but I’ve seen you in worse states.”

Kyp took a sip of his caf, dark green eyes studying her. “I think the time you tried to hit me with Force lightning has this beat, to be honest.”

@kyp-durron

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She hated that her body gave into her first instinct, which was to step back when he stalked towards her. And mentally she cursed her uncle for sending her here, sending her after him. She willed herself not to expressively react to his taunting. Setting her jaw, she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is that what you really think of me? Of my father?” she snapped back. Her hands going up to physically push him away from her. “Never mind the fact that he considers you family; the man who pulled your ass out of kriffing Kessel, hauled your ass to the nearest medical facility when you broke nearly every bone in your body after rescuing you again after you flew the Sun Crusher into the Maw. Who has been your biggest supporter for all the time that we’ve known each other.”

She huffed out a laugh at that, “Faithless? Kriff off with that shit. Exploiting? Preying on YOUR emotions? That’s something YOU do. Don’t deflect that shit upon me. I wasn’t the one playing with the emotions of an naïve eighteen year old by flirting with them and initiating a relationship between myself and them only to use them to get support of their squadron to take out a worldship.”

She took another step back from him, shaking her head at him, “I admit that I was wrong letting Jag talk me into having you as my head of honor guard. I am sorry for that! I knew it was his way of putting you in your place. I only agreed to it because I thought maybe, just fucking maybe, if you actually realized how close you were actually was to losing me - you’d fucking act on your feelings. And I don’t know … kidnap me from making the biggest mistake of my life. But foolish me thinking we were anything like my parents.”

She continued to shake her head at him, throwing her hands up in defeat. “You know what … I’m not going to do this with you. I’ve loved you since I was 19, and I kept myself from seeking a relationship with you because not only was I scared what my death would do to you - you just never seemed interested enough to make a move. So, I’ll leave you to your planet. Let it become your tomb, because the moment I get back in my X-Wing - you’re dead to me.”

“Your father’s never been lumped in with them and you know it.”

He reached out, grabbed her arm. Not hard enough to hurt her, never hard enough to hurt her. But nothing she was going to pry herself out of easily.

“You really expected me to somehow tell that *your wedding day* was different from all the other times you chose him and rubbed my face in it? How the fuck was I supposed to know that? Despite what you may think, I’m not constantly in your head, reading your thoughts. *I never have been.* And all those things you claim I made you feel? That’s all *you*, Jaina. I flirted, but I never forced you to feel *anything*. I kept my distance out of respect because you were grieving, and then you chose *him*. And you kept choosing him. In love with me all this time? You could have fooled me, since you’ve spent most of that time fucking someone else.”

He dropped his shield then, let her feel the full brunt of his anguish, everything he’d kept locked down since she was nineteen.

“Get your hands off of me.” She snarled at him, anger flashing in her eyes as she made an attempt to get loose.

“Oh yes, all this time all I’ve been doing was rubbing it in your face. SEVENTEEN years … out of ‘respect’ of my grieving. How many times did he and I break up between that stupid picnic and the wedding? And not a Force-damned thing out of you any of those times! Bad me because I chose someone who actually made the effort in showing me that he wanted me!” She started even as he was speaking back at her, still struggling to get lose of his grip.

Whatever else that she was going to say to him died the moment he opened up to her. And her struggling stopped as it washed over her. She gave one last weak tug as she turned her head to look anywhere but him.

“I’m sorry … just let me go. I won’t ever burden you again.” She whispered.

“When would I have gotten the idea that I was what you wanted? You have to say it, not just assume I know. One word, Jaina, just one, and I would have been yours.”

But she had said it, and he would be damned if he’d let her walk away yet again.

“Kriff it,” he growled, and yanked her to him. Let her hit him, or, hells, Force throw him off the platform to his death. But he’d have this.

Dragging her against him, he brought his mouth down on hers.

@kyp-durron

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She hated that her body gave into her first instinct, which was to step back when he stalked towards her. And mentally she cursed her uncle for sending her here, sending her after him. She willed herself not to expressively react to his taunting. Setting her jaw, she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is that what you really think of me? Of my father?” she snapped back. Her hands going up to physically push him away from her. “Never mind the fact that he considers you family; the man who pulled your ass out of kriffing Kessel, hauled your ass to the nearest medical facility when you broke nearly every bone in your body after rescuing you again after you flew the Sun Crusher into the Maw. Who has been your biggest supporter for all the time that we’ve known each other.”

She huffed out a laugh at that, “Faithless? Kriff off with that shit. Exploiting? Preying on YOUR emotions? That’s something YOU do. Don’t deflect that shit upon me. I wasn’t the one playing with the emotions of an naïve eighteen year old by flirting with them and initiating a relationship between myself and them only to use them to get support of their squadron to take out a worldship.”

She took another step back from him, shaking her head at him, “I admit that I was wrong letting Jag talk me into having you as my head of honor guard. I am sorry for that! I knew it was his way of putting you in your place. I only agreed to it because I thought maybe, just fucking maybe, if you actually realized how close you were actually was to losing me - you’d fucking act on your feelings. And I don’t know … kidnap me from making the biggest mistake of my life. But foolish me thinking we were anything like my parents.”

She continued to shake her head at him, throwing her hands up in defeat. “You know what … I’m not going to do this with you. I’ve loved you since I was 19, and I kept myself from seeking a relationship with you because not only was I scared what my death would do to you - you just never seemed interested enough to make a move. So, I’ll leave you to your planet. Let it become your tomb, because the moment I get back in my X-Wing - you’re dead to me.”

“Your father’s never been lumped in with them and you know it.”

He reached out, grabbed her arm. Not hard enough to hurt her, never hard enough to hurt her. But nothing she was going to pry herself out of easily.

“You really expected me to somehow tell that *your wedding day* was different from all the other times you chose him and rubbed my face in it? How the fuck was I supposed to know that? Despite what you may think, I’m not constantly in your head, reading your thoughts. *I never have been.* And all those things you claim I made you feel? That’s all *you*, Jaina. I flirted, but I never forced you to feel *anything*. I kept my distance out of respect because you were grieving, and then you chose *him*. And you kept choosing him. In love with me all this time? You could have fooled me, since you’ve spent most of that time fucking someone else.”

He dropped his shield then, let her feel the full brunt of his anguish, everything he’d kept locked down since she was nineteen.

I see a number of people (I’ve seen it on IG and TikTok mostly, I think) use this trash asshat as Jacen Solo in edits and fan vids and stuff cause he was in a LotF fanfilm but lord please use ANYONE ELSE. This POS’ face/name/anything shouldn’t be anywhere except in fucking jail. 

Here’s a list of better people to use for Jacen Solo fan vids/edits:

(If you want to read the whole article you can shoot me a message. It mentions the name he goes by usually, which is the one used in the LotF fanfilm.)

[ I do need to get my ass back here and write but I have been more in a Tenel Ka headspace lately so she will probably get the newly discovered energy from this random burst of STAR WARS in my head – but I thought this needed to be shared cause ugh. It sucks that the pretty much One Solo Twin fanfilm has THIS.

I hope y’all are doing well~ <3333 ]

[ REBLOGGING THIS SHIT ONE MORE TIME FOR GOOD MEASURE. AND BY GOOD I MEAN BLECH.

Like I said over on TK, I need an escape from life and I’m gonna be here and there plus with Zekk and others (a Star Wars OC - Hapan Social Secretary, the wife from Layers of Fear, maybe a BioShock OC?, perhaps Manon Blackbeak from ToG if I get the courage to attempt that??? ahahahah) at @neonshadows I just need to get up some starter calls or something and make new icons and stuff –

BUT I WANTED TO BUMP THIS ONE MORE TIME BECAUSE I SAW A FUCKING GIFSET WITH THIS MAN’S FACE AGAIN AND BECAME ENRAGED AT HIM ALL OVER AGAIN. I hate that his face is associated with Jacen hafdjhksdjf. ]

The name was cut off in the screenshot so I’m not sure who we’re talking about.

THEY DID ONE FOR VOYAGER!!! AND IT'S THRESHOLD!!!!!!

Voyager in the style of Star Trek: The Animated Series

— Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy Orientation Video (via incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes)

Yeah. Only I can get away with doing seemingly stupid things.

— Kyp Durron (via incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes)

Dave Wolverton, author of The Courtship of Princess Leia and the creator of Dathomir, Hapes, the Witches of Dathomir, Nightsisters, etc, has had a heart attack and apparently a stroke, fell on the stairs at his home early this morning, and has had a traumatic brain injury with hemorrhaging. He’s in a coma, on life support, and is not expected to make it.

My family has been friends with his for many years, and this is terrible news not just as a Star Wars fan, but personally as well. While I don’t know Dave as well as my parents do, I’ve had many conversations with him about writing and publishing, as well as the Legends universe.