his presence is cold fire, burning at the center of her chest. she UNDERSTANDS, just a little bit better, the idea of the darkside. that threatens to consume and tear sunder whatever stands in it’s path. —— she’s in it’s path. she had been before. when she’d dulled to anakin’s flame, prolonged contact and a general HOPEFULNESS leaving padme not nearly as scared as she should’ve been. once, she’d thought she could change him. now, vader, the right hand of the empire, stands before her and all she hopes for is that he’ll be so angry that she’s alive that he won’t think to draw it out. all she wants is it not to be PROLONGED.
( ryoo had beckoned death before, and now that it stands in front of her she’s doing all she can to keep the tremor from her hands. maybe there’s still hope alive in him, somewhere. maybe she should just —— APOLOGIZE, for the mock-death that she’d inflicted upon him, though every INCH of new found wisdom screams otherwise —— )
“you always ask the questions where you won’ like the answers,” her voice is faintly modulated, through the gas filter built into her mask. her voice is clipped, half-traces of a thick outer rim accent she’d taken over the years. the swamp has closed in around them, she feels muffled.
it’s night, and in the faint glow of his lightsaber ryoo wonders what she looks like. shaved and masked. she wonders what expression he would wear ( if he could wear one at all ) as she slips a finger underneath of her mask, pulling it down carefully to expose the deep hollows of her cheeks, the carved shape of her nose —— the grit teeth, clenched behind parted lips. time has worn her ragged, but she still keeps that unfair youth. she’s always looked young, and she knows she’s recognizable. the difference is does he unmask her after her death, or does she do it herself.
she’ll always choose agency. “don’ you wish you wouldn’a asked?”
VADER FEELS THE strength drain out of him in one fell swoop, grief && regret && joy striking him speechless in the face of a phantom. The heat of these emotions slither through him, searing paths where all had been sterile && cauterized for the span of a lifetime.
He must have been a great &&terrible thing to have loved to drive her to run from him after she’d cheated death. Though she’s not the woman she once was. Gone are the soft supple curves of womanhood, replaced with angular planes of scarred muscle && gaunt features that could cut plastisteel. The abundance of soft curls he, in another life, used to spend hours braiding && twisting, has been sheared away to a harsh rasp of stubble. She looks like another person, she is another person.
Even now we are but reflections of one another.
The slim red beam of his saber shrinks out of existence, the ghostly light receding along with it. They stand on the precipice of complete darkness,&& the sodden silence begins to press against Vader’s patience. He lowers his voice to a near-whisper, but the vocabulator translating his apprehension && reverence makes every sound seem to hover like a suspended weight.
❝ How? ❞ It’s obvious she knows who he is— who he was. The man she’d known is as dead as he thought he’d left her, replaced by a towering eidolon of smooth black armor.
Horror creeps upon the Sith, its cold fingers sliding down his spine && threatening to rip a shudder from him. Had everything he’d done been for nothing? The sacrifices he made, the people he’d killed—
Sidious had lied to him, as he always did. Vader is surprised that he can still feel the sting of fresh betrayal after all this time. She hadn’t died when he’d hurt her, && she hadn’t died in childbirth. Perhaps she had never been destined to die at all. Is Sidious powerful enough to invoke nightmares in unaware Force users? Vader’s mental shield are now wrought with impenetrable stone, && beyond that, a labyrinth of horrors. But once they were as flimsy as ancient parchment, frayed with the battery of his uncontrollable impulses.
Vader feels his rage return, && the tight molten rush is blessedly familiar in the face of the unknown.
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.
(I will tag anything in my writing or reblogs that I think may be triggering. If there's something that triggers you untagged on my blog just pop me an ask and I'll be sure to tag it for you.)
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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