SHE ACKNOWLEDGES HIS STOMACH with a nod, her scarf half a hindrance as padmé means to run her fingers through her loosening fringe. FOOD is not a joking matter. she’s never had to try to know that. ❝ what are you feeling? field rations must’ve been dreadful for so long. nothing too rich, i imagine, we need you to acclimatise to actual food, ❞ because while padmé had seen WHAT she ate change, there was ALWAYS food on her table regardless.
(padmé does feel a measure of guilt —— even in shortage, the name she wears affords her what it does not for most. still, she shares every ounce of what she can, goes without the caf she’s used to in the morning, the luxuries are much fewer and further between. )
she pulls him back towards the body of her apartment, making sure that dormé has gone before she drapes herself across his arm and lets out a long breath. ❝ i miss you terribly when you’re gone, know that. i hope you keep me with you even when you’re in the thick of it. ❞ in spirit, she means. this war is one too dangerous for her to have ACTIVE participation in. so she waits, plays the part of the LOVE LEFT BEHIND, though she can share her fears with no one.
( she half hopes dormé knows, then she will have SOMEONE to share her hears with when her put together nerves begin to fray. )
❝ i’m just so glad you’re safe. ❞ because occasionally there are false reports, sewn by dissenters, and every time she hears of a victory for the separatists she FEARS for him, for his life and his health. no one could’ve anticipated what love in war time would be like but padmé still feels dreadfully unprepared.
HE COLORS, BASHFUL despite all the arrogance he fronts his insecurities with. At his stomach he feels the dull ache of hunger, not as an appetite but as an affliction. ❝ Acclimatize me? It hasn’t been that long, has it? ❞ Anakin smiles into one corner of his mouth, a wistful galaxy of small white teeth staring back. ❝ How about Hovenese? ❞ He suggests, with no small sum of anticipation behind the request.
Sobering in the face of her admission, he feels his heart calve within his chest, itching for an impossible closeness that goes beyond the realm of the physical. He would slip under Padmé’s skin if he could, nesting between the swell of her every breath, or to wear her beating heart upon his sleeve instead of his own ruinous organ. Anakin aims for eternity, && fears a life without her by his side.
❝ I’m here now, my love. ❞ He smooths a palm down her side, a slow ride down the tautened ribcage to the softer slope below. ❝ I’ve missed you too, more than you can imagine. ❞ The gloved fingers of his other hand follow the slanting muscle in Padmé’s cheek, the downy flat that marks the line of her jaw. Anakin cups his palm around it, capturing a faint resonance of pulse at the top of her throat.
❝ I will always return to you, ❞ he says with more surety than he feels. Every day this war continues to rage on challenges the security of that statement, && sometimes Anakin wonders if he’ll die before he has the chance to save his wife from her prophesied fate. ❝ The Chancellor is confident that we’re close to winning the war but I— ❞ he shakes his head, unsure. ❝ —I don’t know. I suppose it’s different for someone who’s not fighting. Palpatine knows better than I do. ❞
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.
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