SHE’S NOT LYING, she couldn’t to him. That would be needlessly cruel and she was sure that he’d had enough issues of his own without her adding dishonesty to the list. She can practically feel his nervousness from here as she gently, ever so gently presses a kiss to his forehead before pulling back and humming softly, hand out and ready for him to work on again. She’s trying, she really is but her life wasn’t exactly one of luxury, even if she could in theory practically bewitch a man into giving her all his credits.
That wasn’t the life she wanted to lead, so what she had would do for now. Anna hadn’t really noticed the blush, not yet as she held her hand out to him once more so he could continue to fix it. It already felt much better, though she had done little to nothing. Making sure to stay completely still she continues to watch nimble fingers at work, all the while smiling, unwilling to say anything else just yet. He needed quiet for his work after all. Her constantly talking would only distract him and she had come to him for help, the last thing she needed to do was hinder him.
The plush of her bottom lip is drawn into her mouth, teeth digging there for a second as he puts the finishing touches, a small smile on her face quickly turning into a beaming smile as she easily moves her fingers. “It’s … it’s perfect. Thank you so much Anakin.” Hand reaches up to tap his cheek again, making sure to be extra gentle. “Let me know if you ever need anything. It’s the least I can do to repay you.” A pause, another smile as she removes her hand.
“Would your Jedi Master kill me if I offered you a drink? Not Bantha Milk.”
&& NOW IT’S time for him to return that smile, warmth sinking in with a gentle pressure that finds the strangestecho in Anakin’s throat. The bruised look in his eyes begins to heal, scattering the shadows that had collected at his brow, regaining its wry tilt. Never in his life has he been treated with such softness. Or at least not since he’d met Padme all those years ago on Tatooine. The dark broil of untamed energy that sits ever-present beneath the boy’s skin begins to abate, settling into a low purr that’s easy to ignore.For now.
He sits back to admire his handiwork, sharp-tipped tools poking at each of her mechno-finger’s sensors to check its stability. Satisfied, Anakin sets his multitool aside, instead reaching for the glass of water he’d requested from Vi at the beginning of the project. ❝ I don’t know about perfect, but it does the trick. You should really look into upgrading — a mechno thatold requires constant maintenance to stay up to shape. ❞ He swipes his tongue across his upper lip in thought, catching the salt of his sweat in a swallow. ❝ I could build you a new one, but it might take a little while. ❞
A dark glance sweep from Vi’s arm to her face with a secretive glitter. ❝ Jedi don’t kill unarmed opponents. ❞ His way of answering the question without really answering it at all. If the Order has taught him anything, it’s how to be cryptic in casual conversation. ❝ …Could I have something sweet? ❞
Hello and welcome to my blog! Thank you for taking the time to read my rules, I'll try and make this as quick as possible.
I only roleplay with mutuals. All my opens are for mutuals unless otherwise stated. But if we're not mutuals you're welcome to ask me questions and send me memes. I'm absolutely oc-friendly. So long as you have a rules page and an about, we're good.
I'm happy to write one-liners, paras, novellas, crack, or pretty much any content so long as my writing partners discuss it with me before hand.
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I'm multiship and ship-exclusive. Meaning I'll ship with multiple people but only with one version of each character.
*Padmé is an exception to this rule as her relationship with Anakin is canon and vital to his characterization.
I'm not exclusive. Not unless you ask and we've established a good writing dynamic. I'm not a big fan of auto-exclusivity and if you require this of your followers there's a good chance I'm not going to follow you.
I hope i don't actually have to say this but just in case: god-modding will not be tolerated. If we're writing a battle scene i'd rather just pre-determine the winner than get into an ic dick-battle.
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CANON.
AU.
PRIVATE.
TAKE THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU.
Freed from slavery on Tatooine and freshly initiated into the Jedi Order, Padawan Skywalker works tirelessly to prove himself to the meticulous Council and earn his Knighthood. But with age comes uncertainty, and the beginning of a series of terrible nightmares featuring his mother's death. Every day the bright, enthusiastic child Qui-Gon Jinn brought to the Temple grows more and more distant from himself and others.
WEAPON OF WAR.
The galaxy is at war but Anakin Skywalker is fighting more than just external battles. Suspended between his loyalty to the Order and his loyalty to his wife, Anakin struggles to find a guiding light in the increasing darkness. And now that the nightmares have returned with his wife as their new feature, Anakin has begun to grow more and more desperate for a method to save Padmé from what he believes to be her doom.
THE WORST PARTS OF HIMSELF.
Anakin Skywalker died with the Republic, and in their place rose the Empire and its right hand: Darth Vader. Who will stop at nothing to rid the galaxy of every lingering memory of the life he had before his fall.
WHAT A MESS I LEAVE
Redeemed in the eyes of the Force, Anakin Skywalker has been granted sentience beyond death, allowing him to reach out to his descendents and warn them against repeating his mistakes.
FILTH TEACHES FILTH. stranger things Before 008, before 011, there was subject 001. Anakin Skywalker, the first of an entire generation veined with strange, incomprehensible powers. Disappeared at sixteen after his mother's mysteriously unreported murder at the hands of a local gang. His escape preceded 11's only by a few years, && now he's back in Hawkins on the trail of Brenner's prodigy.
SPANDEX & STEEL. marvel/dc
Born and raised in Tatooine, New Mexico, Anakin didn't think himself any different from the rest of the lonely souls living in the desert. That is, until his mother was killed by local gang members, jumpstarting a series of strange murders that forced him to go on the run. He's a metahuman, a mutant; with strange powers he can't control and the blood of several seriel murderers on his hands. Sometimes he owns a small car shop just outside of town, and sometimes he doesn't have a home at all.
WHEN THE WAR WINS. modern
Anakin, a war vet secluded in a no-name town in the middle of New Mexico, works to overcome his ptsd by becoming a hermit && buying the house his mother died in. His progress has been shaky, for obvious reasons.
DON'T CALL THIS REDEMPTION alternate ending
Believing himself to have died after passing out at the end of ROTJ, Vader, or Anakin now, awakens to a post-war galaxy to discover the eternal peace he sought is still far out of reach. Now a prisoner of the New Republic, Vader works alongside the Rebellion in secret as they dismantle the last vestiges of the Empire.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF LEGACY.
A private verse tied into ahphra's Sith verse and shadcwpreacher's alternate background. In this verse, after being rebuffed by his son, Vader looks to train Doctor Chelli Aphra as his apprentice.
The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.
AND WE ASK OURSELVES
Are monsters born, or made?
Let me tell you the story that's been scored into the stars. The family that turned the galaxy upside down. There was a man, with the weight of a prophecy lining his shoulders, and a thermonuclear furnace in his heart. He loved a woman, a proud, strong, kind woman who loved him equally, despite the anger, and the Darkness that grew in him. And the man watched her die every night in his dreams.
That man told himself if he can carry a prophecy, he can prevent a dream from becoming reality. Whatever it takes.
Whoever it takes.
SO WHAT HAPPENED
The man exchanged his loyalty for her life, and killed the people who raised him. He ended a war in one night, the fire of the gods burning behind him on a metal moutaintop.
The woman he loved was no fool, she could sight a fire started in her name. A queen knows when someone is bowing.
She meets him on a molten planet, begs him to stray from the Darkness. But there is a shadow in the place of the man she loved, a monster.
He takes her breath to silence her, doomed to paranoia on the arrival of his brother, who is too, in some ways, a shadow. Forced to kill the man meant to save them all.
So the man dies, and is reborn. Baptized by fire. The woman he loved dies too. And eventually, even the brother dies.
