THE SENATORS sleepy gaze followed Anakin’s and she wished she could see the world how he did. She longed to understand his suffering, his remorse, his guilt. Her own burdens hung heavy within the depths of her heart daily, but she wished to see the beauty of Naboo through his eyes. The scent of her planet was capable of nostalgia like none other to her. The sound of the nearby lake she grew up swimming in a sweet lullaby upon ears all to familiar to the sounds of HARSH blaster fire and W A R . The three scars on her smooth back, caused by enormous gashes from a savage Nexu ache in response and she straightens.
She herself experienced the occasionalnightmare. The nights Anakin wasn’t asleep next to her resulted in dreams in which he never returned were the most frequent. Her earthen hues watch in the darkness as he reaches for her arm, and they flicker to the side of his moonlit face. Her gaze is a combination of love, lust and longing. A look saved for Anakin Skywalker, and no one else in the ENTIRE GALAXY.
❝ I love you. Immeasurably. ❞ she responds, the intensity of her words keeping true to her thoughts. Her eyebrows quirk in quick curiosity as he swallows, and her heart twangs quickly at his words. Although they’re secluded, hidden within the privileged depths of Naboo, her breath catches in her throat and she immediately feels guilty to be in the presence of such words. The Senator is quick to withdraw herself from his grasp, not of maliciousness but merely out of shock and concern.
❝ How could you ask me that? ❞. Her night gown begins to shimmer slightly, as the morning sun peaks beyond the mountains. Her knowledge of the Dark Side was not extensive, but from what she had learned she did not want anything to do with it. The mere thought of the Dark Side is enough to bring an unnerving chill to the surface of her skin, arising goosebumps. ❝ Obi-Wan says only the weak succumb to it. That the power is immeasurable. Uncontrollable. ❞ She stops.
❝ Are you finding yourself facing TEMPTATION? ❞ It’s brave of her to ask. Almost intrusive, but she wishes to understand his thoughts.
❝ IT’S ONLY A question, ❞ Anakin responds defensively, his eyes dropping to how she pulls away from him, running from him. Anger clenches his heart in a hot little fist. Doesn’t she trust him? The only reason he cares about such things is for her, everything has been for her.
His hands curl around the railing of the balcony as he turns away from her again. A black mantle of silence stretches between them, && Anakin can feel all of the nerves in him move to the center of his body, boiling between his ribs.
When she mentions Obi-Wan he grits his teeth so hard he nearly gives himself a headache. ❝ I didn’t know you && Obi-Wan talked a lot. ❞ His voice is flat, mechanical, eyes fixed to the lakes once more. Shadows invade them, hideous waves of suspicion && resentment begin rolling in the Force, his own emotions reflecting back at him through its ephemeralcoalescence. He is not aware of how deeply he affects the very skein of the Force, leaving ripples && tears wherever he goes.
She reads him so well, she’s always been able to. Had he not been as stubborn && unforgiving as stone sometimes she would surely have already figured out where thisline of questioning will lead. ❝ You know how I’ve been having the dreams about you… about you dying? ❞ The words are difficult to choke out, as if speaking them aloud is more likely to make it come true. ❝ Like the ones I had about my mother? ❞ His master had dismissed the idea of prophetic dreams when Anakin had brought the subject up, && insisted that the visions would pass just like the night terrors Anakin used to have when he was a child. When he’d told Obi-Wan about her death the man had gone very pale, && apologized for his loss. They never spoke of it again.
But Padme knows, Padme was there with him when he buried his mother. && she was there with him after when he mourned for her. These dreams he’s having, they’re not just dreams. They’re the future. && if Anakin doesn’t do something to stop it he’ll lose his wife just like he lost his mother. No, I won’t lose her! I’ll kill myself if she dies!
❝ I heard …someone say that there once were Sith who knew how to keep people from dying. ❞
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.
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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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