ЗВ-правда - 38

[Замдежурного]

Тред Звёздных войн.
Чего ждёте от грядущей премьеры? Какую трилогию любите больше? Империя или Республика? Любимые персонажи, Лея vs. Падме, любимые пейринги, расширенная Вселенная. Мудак ли Оби Ван? Где точка невозврата для Анакина? Какие фанфики любите?
Анон на днях посмотрел-таки все эпизоды и теперь его разрывает от любви к Хану Соло и всей далёкой-далёкой галактике.

Обзоры / Рисовалка
One String Fest / Кинк-Меме / WTF-K SW 2016

Вукипедия ру | en

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Каноничные комиксы
Переводы комиксов
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Реки в GoogleDocs

ДДГ - Далёкая-далёкая галактика
ОТ - Оригинальная трилогия
НТ - Новая/Приквельная трилогия
ДТ - Диснеевская трилогия
ТС - Тёмная сторона Силы
СС - Светлая сторона Силы
РВ - Расширенная Вселенная
ВК - Войны клонов
Вейдер - дедушка Кайло

1. Джедаи не обязаны придерживаться целибата, однако им нельзя вступать в устойчивые отношения.
2. СС =/= джедаи, ТС =/= ситы (ситхи). Джедаи и ситы (ситхи) - это ордена форсъюзеров с определенной философией. Кроме них, в старом каноне было множество других форсъюзерских объединений, правда, не таких многочисленных.
3. Световой меч может использовать кто угодно, для этого не обязательно быть форсъюзером. Форсъюзером надо быть, чтобы использовать её эффективно.
4. Майнд-трик и вообще все ментальные способности Силы - достаточно ненадежные умения. Майнд-трик работает только на существ со слабой волей (или ослабленных) и при прямом контакте, а на некоторые виды (например хатты, тойдарианцы, джеонозийцы) не действует вообще.
5. Любой недовольный политикой Ордена джедай мог уйти из него в любой момент. Джедаи были достаточно образованными и способными чуваками, чтобы прокормиться самостоятельно.
6. Джедаи подчиняются Сенату, и именно по его инициативе они стали генералами.
7. Армия клонов - по сути проект Палпатина, а не Сената/Ордена.
8. У Республики не было постоянной армии.
9. Татуин - не входил в состав Республики. В Республике было достаточно бардака, но за Татуин она не в ответе.
10. Наличие или отсутствие республиканского гражданства никак не влияет на принятие в Орден.
11. Master могло также использоваться как вежливое обращение к учителю (который мог не иметь ранг магистра) или к любом уважаемому или вышестоящему джедаю (вне зависимости от его ранга).
12. Шовинизм и ксенофобия Империи были прописаны в старой РВ. Возможно, в новом каноне что-то изменится.
13. Звезду Смерти разработала не Республика, а джеонозийцы. Те передали проект графу Дуку, а тот - Палпатину.
14. Согласно новеллизации третьего эпизода Оби-Ван подозревал о романе Энакина и Падме, а согласно старой РВ - знал.
15. Энакин рвался получить звание магистра в первую очередь ради доступа к тайным голокронам, где он надеялся найти способ уберечь Падме от смерти.
16. Финн какое-то время был в сантехнической службе на Старкиллере, но он прошёл полную подготовку штурмовика и был одним из лучших курсантов.
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Вопрос: Что из стаффа по ЗВ собираешь ты, анон?

1. Книги/комиксы/артбуки/другую печатную продукцию		42	(15.33%)
2. Статуэтки/модельки/лего		41	(14.96%)
3. Футболки/свитера/другую одежду		44	(16.06%)
4. Кружки, магнитики или другие невинные домашние радости		36	(13.14%)
5. Постельное бельё, подушки или другие фетишистские прелести		8	(2.92%)
6. Значки/плакаты		14	(5.11%)
7. Секс-игрушки		5	(1.82%)
8. Анон - владелец лайтсайбера и/или шлема штурмовика. У меня серьезные намерения!		7	(2.55%)
9. Анон сам крафтер, ничего не покупаю, вышиваю Вейдера гладью		15	(5.47%)
10. Ничего не покупаю		62	(22.63%)
Всего:		274 Всего проголосовало: 160

@темы: ЗВ-правда

Comments

[Гость]

а ткни пальцем, где оно там? или цитату занеси? а то мне все еще безумно интересно, как оно к кайлаксу прикладывается

там - это в треде или в фике?

[Гость]

Кайло и призрак дедушки

[Гость]

Диснеевский принц Кайло Рен: greevuz-n-trash.tumblr.com/post/140167017682/i-...

[Гость]

там - это в треде или в фике?

в фике)

[Гость]

ОЭ

а новая книга уже вышла чтоль?
Если бы.

[Гость]

Папина дочка

[Гость]

там - это в треде или в фике?
в фике)

ок. ну, например, вот - постельная сцена, с середины
“Pain… is the price for failure,” he croaks out It is always so. Pain is how I make up for it.”

“Success is how you make up for failure,” Hux corrects. “I will not have you serve out of fear of pain. I will not have you fear me.”

Ren’s eyes widen in surprise, and it takes much more effort than Hux would have thought to remain impassive.

Of course he doesn’t wish for Ren to fear him. It is just proper strategy. Kylo Ren is a creature of fanaticism, devotion will motivate him better than fear ever could.

It doesn’t stop the words from feeling like a confession. He doesn’t wish to contemplate that fact.

“I do not,” Ren answers quietly. The words still hang heavily in between them, a mute resonance that clings to the air, makes it harder to breathe. It is foolish, because when has Ren ever feared him? There is nothing surprising in those words.

It doesn’t stop them from feeling like a confession. Kylo Ren proclaims no fear, and Hux hears something else entirely.

The hand that rests on the Knight’s chest suddenly feels so, so warm, in a way that has nothing to do with the leather gloves. To move it away proves painfully difficult, when it would have been quite content to remain there for ever. Right over the heartbeat.

But remove it he does, and he thanks all those years of training that have given him some mastery over his expression. He knows his default is to look cold and aloof, which is precisely as he wishes to appear right now. “Good,” he says almost curtly, wrapping himself in the formalities that are just as much as an armor as his greatcoat. “I want you at your best.” He smirks. “And I know how great your best can be.”

The praise works exactly as he intended it to: Ren whimpers, quietly but audibly, and arches slightly towards him.

Hux smiles. It is so very easy to gain the upper hand. So easy to build Ren back up when a kind word is enough to make him completely undone. Like this, Hux can retake control easily - although the fact that he lost it in the first place is somewhat distressing.

He wonders if the Knight even knows what makes him react so, or if he just blindly reacts to the rising lust he feels. It doesn’t matter either way.

He leans down for a kiss, and feels Ren clinging to his jacket as he does, clinging to the fabric to pull him down further.

The kiss is a slow, languorous thing, completely at odds with the way Ren almost urgently unbuttons his jacket, pulls it off him in hurried jerks. Hux lets him, until it comes completely off and the Knight starts attacking his white shirt. Then, he pulls back ever so little, his hand resting on Ren’s chest keeping him from following him. It isn’t a forceful gesture ; Hux needs only hint at his will for Ren to comply.

The knowledge alone is heady ; to see Ren so obviously restraining himself in order to do as Hux wishes is downright intoxicating.

“I know how dedicated you are,” he whispers against Ren’s lips. “How driven. You are a credit to the Cause.”

Ren lets out a sound that is somewhere between a gasp and a choke.

In this moment, it is important not to lie. Ren would know almost immediately, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Last time the Knight had been lied to, he betrayed his then master and swore himself to the man who would overthrow him. Let’s not repeat that, shall we?

So Hux does not lie. He knows Ren to be dedicated. He knows him to be powerful. And so the next words he speak are just as truthful.

“I am delighted to have you by my side.”

Ren’s breath hitches, his hand gripping at the sheets in response to Hux’s unspoken demand. His entire body is strained, muscle trembling and head arched back, and his teeth bite his lips almost to the point of drawing blood.

The exposed neck, the obvious desire to remain quiet, they are an invitation, almost a challenge.

Hux has always so enjoyed winning over Ren.

A kiss just below the jaw. Lips trailing down the neck, barely brushing against the skin until he reaches the junction with the shoulder, and bites.

Ren lets out a sound like a choked gasp, his whole body jerking at the sudden flash of pain, obviously very appreciated from the way his hand shoots up to grab Hux’s hair, holding the General’s head in place - as if Hux has any intention to leave.

Instead, he soothes the little mark with sucks and lips, feeling long fingers twitch in his hair, his own hand stroking down Ren’s side. He basks in the loud panting, the writhing of the body beneath him that screams of want and need and so many things that are entirely his, that Kylo Ren gives solely to him with an abandon Hux himself would never dare. He pulls away, revelling in Ren’s whimper as he does, and looks up into dark, dark eyes.

Ren’s pupils are blown wide, his lips parted in a permanent gasp, his face a mess of awe, anticipation and wariness. All for Hux.

That last thought makes something short-circuit in his brain, makes it almost instinctive the way he surges up to claim those lips, forcing a kiss that is much more biting and bruising and everything Ren wants, and doesn’t Hux know it.

“And to have you in my bed,” he gasps, pulling back almost in a daze. “What a sight you are!”

Ren’s flush grows deeper at the words, his panting grows faster, and it is perhaps one of the most lovely combination of sight and sound Hux has ever witnessed.

Until Ren moans as Hux’s fingers cup his testicles, and the General decides it is lovelier still.

He makes a show of removing his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and sliding it off one shoulder at the time, watching as Ren’s eyes tear away from his face to gaze hungrily at his chest, his navel, and all that is still covered by his standard uniform slacks

The wariness and hesitance has completely vanished from Ren’s face, replaced by deep need and desire, the power of both shining through dark eyes and parted lips, a face which suddenly seems far more noble than the General has ever seen it before, with an intensity that seems to sublime the Knight’s ever feature.

“Beautiful,” Hux whispers, because somewhere along the lines all his calculations have vanished. Somewhere along the lines, he has started making Ren feel good because he wants him to feel good.

He finds Ren beautiful, and he wants him to know it.

Frivolous. Absolutely frivolous.

“Hux...” Ren breathes out, hands reaching up to snake into red hair. It is cut short, offers a much poorer grip than long, dark locks, but Ren doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice. His entire attention is on Hux’s face again.

There is something mesmerizing about being the recipient of such focus, like staring into the eyes of a snake, except that Ren has never been so graceful or so sneaky. He wears his thoughts on his face, project his intent through his sheer presence, and though Hux will berate himself for it come morning, he cannot help but think that maybe a few destroyed consoles are worth the existence of a being of such intensity. He has never had even a lick of sensitivity to the Force, but despite all his tantrums there is something terrible and enthralling in Ren’s permanent passion, and it is not so hard for Hux to believe that there is invisible power molded into that flesh.

“Ren,” he whispers in turn, for no other reason than to taste that name, test the weight of it on his tongue and discover just how much he enjoys the feel of it pouring from his lips.

Ren doesn’t look away, but there is something of a smile, of joy that adds itself to his face, and that of all things is what adds a lightness “Hux,” he says once again, louder, more certain, and just the way Hux imagines Kylo would pray.

They could go on like this forever, if Hux would only allow himself to say the name in return. He wants to, and that is why he cannot, because it should always be Ren who is reverent, Ren with his religion and mysticism Hux should have no part in. It should always be Ren that gives himself completely while Hux receives, as is the due of any leader.

“Do not fear me,” Hux shouldn’t say, but he does. “Do not fear me, you have no need to, I…”

He presses his lips against the bottom Ren’s throat to muffle himself, gag himself as the words still press against his teeth. He chokes on all that he doesn’t say, all he hadn’t even known he wanted to say, and since the words seem unknown to him until they leave his lips, then as long as he doesn’t speak them they are not true.

Very real, however, is Ren’s reaction, so strong for such small act, and Hux finds himself filled with the urge to draw the greatest of moans and provoke the deepest of shudders, so that there may be no doubt on who holds the power here.

So he kisses and nips his way all the way down towards the navel, eyes closing as he both throws himself entirely into the task and savors the rewards he gets for it. Fingers comes to wind into his hair, his names spills from lush lips over and over again like a chant, and Hux loses himself in a worship given entirely too him.

[Гость]

и вот это, вроде, подходит. фанаты Хана Соло, внимание, здесь Хакс няшно комфортит и хвалит Кайло, после того как тот выпилил папашку))
He used to take in Ren’s devotion with relish and dark glee.

Now, he sees it as something to be treasured.

And because Ren gives him so much, he cannot help but want to give in return. Something that Ren so desperately wants, needs right now, and something Hux has given before, but never quite like this. “You did well.”

The praise falls from his lips, easy and quiet and honest. He had been honest before, even when he hadn’t meant to be, but this still feels new. Because Hux no longer cares. Because Ren had lied bleeding out in the snow, and Hux had decided that he could do very well with not ruling over him if it only meant he would live.

And Ren has lived, and Ren is here, and Ren gives him everything he is and more.

And so Hux surrenders.

He kisses Ren’s cheek. There has never been a more chaste gesture between the two.

It makes Hux dizzy. It makes Ren whimper with want.

“So very well, I am so proud of you.” he continues, pressing another kiss upon Ren’s brow. It is almost parental the way he does it, but that doesn’t seem to matter. Tenderness is such a rare currency in Ren’s life, so any form of it is drunk with greed. “So no more fretting, you beautiful thing -”

Ren surges up for a kiss, which is messy and uncoordinated and isn’t even lust. It is Ren clinging to him like a drowning man, it is Hux who does not fight, who lets himself be pulled down, until he is all but sprawled over the taller man. He pulls away to breathe, shifts as much as he is able, careful to spare the still sore chest wound, until he lies curled up between Ren and the wall. The Knight still hasn’t let go off him, holding him so close he is basically plastered against Ren’s side.

It is nice.

[Гость]

Анончики, киньте в меня ссылкой на новый большой фест, пожалуйста. Я его в следующий раз в шапку добавлю.

[Гость]

Ну вообще Падме пару раз Энакина тоже задорно строила)

[Гость]

Нет, чтобы хоть раз дед признал, что тоже бывало творил хуйню, и приободрил внука.

[Гость]

Папина дочка

Страшно от этого тащусь.
При этом, блин, сопоставление Люка и Энички в каждом первом фичке про Ведро и младшее поколение, а про Лею в лучшем случае говорят, что она папину нетерпимость унаследовала, которая угрожает ей сваливанием на ТС.

[Гость]

Анончики, киньте в меня ссылкой на новый большой фест, пожалуйста. Я его в следующий раз в шапку добавлю.

sw-fest.diary.ru/
приём заявок сегодня должен быть, кст

[Гость]

sw-fest.diary.ru/

[Гость]

приём заявок сегодня должен быть, кст

завтра же вроде о.о

[Гость]

котичек

"ты почему мимо нассал?"

[Гость]

завтра же вроде о.о

*посмотрел на сегодняшнюю дату*
блин, прости

[Гость]

ок. ну, например, вот - постельная сцена, с середины

уж на что мне пофиг на кайло, но он представлялся каким-то более... самодостаточным, чтоле. не, не встает((
несчастный я человек. шипперю обикваи - от половины(большей) плююсь. нашел название своего кинка - вы неправильно его пишете!!!1

[Гость]

Спасибо за ссылку, анончики!
Добавлю в шапку третьей строчкой, над Вукипедией.

[Гость]

жж-8, господи, этот рисунок с лодкой - я просто умер и воскрес чистый импрессионизм, нельзя такое в нашу обыденную рисовалку, слишком прекрасное

[Гость]

жж-8, господи, этот рисунок с лодкой - я просто умер и воскрес чистый импрессионизм, нельзя такое в нашу обыденную рисовалку, слишком прекрасное

[Гость]

уж на что мне пофиг на кайло, но он представлялся каким-то более... самодостаточным, чтоле.

не, он там такой - всю сознательную жизнь его муштровал Сноук, жестоко наказывая за любую мелочь. и поэтому на нем этот прейз-кинк и работает - он в ахуе, что кому-то до не го может быть дело. в фике, в начале он уверен, что он для Хакса просто средство достижения императорства (Кайло не против - ему больше нравится Хакс на троне, чем Сноук). а потом, по законам жанра - с обещаниями массовых выпилов ради друг друга)

[Гость]

Hydra AU - General Hydra Hux&Dark Soldier Kylo

(c)

[Гость]

котичек

[Гость]

The hand that rests on the Knight’s chest suddenly feels

хаха, в этом вашем англофандоме тоже есть заместительные синонимы.

[Гость]

хаха, в этом вашем англофандоме тоже есть заместительные синонимы.

Ты даже не представляешь, анон.
Вчера читал фик (по другому фандому, не по ЗВ), а там сплошные бледные блондины и смуглые брюнеты. И так на протяжении почти 140к слов.

[Гость]

англофандоме тоже есть заместительные синонимы.

ты не знал что ли? Там их больше в разы, у нас в последние годы с этим значительно лучше

[Гость]

Когда у дедушки Вейдера не получилось...
vk.com/kylomen?z=photo-112570731_404875987%2Fal...

[Гость]

Мне на английском их фильтровать проще, на русском сразу бета включается

[Гость]

Адам похож на монашка из провинциального монастыря