child. singular. at the same moment his oppressive presence in the force is bearing down on her shoulders and making it harder to draw breath she can feel the spark on hope. which one is he aware of? surely, it must be luke then? she has to hope that alderaan wouldn’t have happened if he had realized it was his daughter who called the planet home but at the SAME TIME ryoo thinks he could justify it in the knowledge that they had hidden her from him for so many years.
there’s a pause and she makes to take a step forward —— staggering uneasily, and has to brace one hand against the air before her so she can keep her footing. she’s not sure how much was her own unease at being near someone so used to making their emotions felt and how much was the way the muscles had locked to iron around steel bones. he was the machine but she felt mechanical as she had to consign, with some part of her mind, that there be no saving him, as much as she wants it. the attempt had nearly killed her before, but this half-life… she could cope with it’s loss.
“is any part of you still there?” she forces herself, as much as she can, to the accent of days long gone. naboo, with touches of courscant, full sounds, enunciation, no clipping on the words. it’s like trying on a dress to find it doesn’t quite fit anymore unless she sucks in every last breath. ryoo wonders if he loves her, or if this deception makes her worthy of hate that he might feel. that she’d honestly understand in this circumstance.
“you, being the boy i loved? or did our beloved emperor sell that too when he convinced you to sell your soul? ——” her tongue is too thick for the fine workings of words and she stumbles on the easiest syllables, language is a cobbled together, incongruous·thing. she braces for him to say none of who he was remains. she can BELIEVE it. “—— anakin, vader, whoever, whatever. if it’s the last truth i tell you, i don’t know where our son is. and if i did i’d die before taking you to him, at least like this. ransoming me won’t work either. HE DOESN’T KNOW about me,” neither·of them do.
IS THERE ANY part of you still there?
Amemory materializes against his own volition, reality splintering into countless disconnected fragments, liberating the shadow core of loss of his younger self that had been buried. Back when they had just been two bodies pouring softness into the other’s mouth, when his nights alone had been spent chasing the taste of her from his tongue like wine.
I thought we had decided not to fall in love. Is there any part of you still there?
Vader barely remembers the feel of her lips against his skin, but his body aches for it all the same, like a phantom limb. Their love had left him incoherent, lost to passion && paranoia && the weakness of unmitigated youth. Anakin Skywalker had died the day Padme Amidala did. But she isn’t dead, so what does that make of Anakin Skywalker?
❝ Anakin Skywalker was weak. I destroyed him. ❞ When I destroyed everything else. The line tastes like ash in his ruined mouth, a broken benediction to keep the dead in their graves. He cannot be who she wants him to be, he never could. But still the ice in him has begun to thaw, a spark lit by the survival of his son. A reason to struggle against the bonds he’d grown so used to bearing. Here again is a sun on the verge of an eclipse. His Force presence begins to radiate a heat meant to meld && fasten her to him like fire with metal, like she’d once been.
❝ It is of no matter. I do. ❞ He watches her reaction carefully, scouting for signifiers of surprise or resignation. ❝ I will train the boy the ways of the Sith, && together we will overthrow the Emperor && take the galaxy for ourselves. ❞ Vader brings his clenched fist before him, a physical manifestation of his resolve. ❝ Join me, Padme— ❞ to speak her name with this voice sounds like sacrilege, ❝ —you do not have to run any longer. ❞
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.
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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.
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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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