THE VICIOUS GRATE of the villainous figure’s voice shakes his very core, so much so that his small body visibly trembles even more so that it already does. every word that comes out of the other’s … mouth … not only contributes to the nausea he feels in the pit of his stomach but throws a wrench in every train of thought he previously had. it’s like everything rushing around in his mind comes to a screeching halt. confusion overtakes him more than briefly and his eyebrows pinch together as he tries to understand. he imagined the worst possible forms of torture and the monster before him comes with a promise of power?
THE SCREAMS OF his mother he’d heard only hours ago echo in his head and the unfortunately vivid image of a lightsaber stuck through his father’s heart plagues his mind. he should the fear he feels. it’s been swallowing him whole, consuming his every thought as he attempts to process the situation. yet the insensitive question triggers a new feeling —– a pang of anger within him, like a spark waiting to become a wildfire.
JOIN THE MAN WHO MURDERED HIS BELOVED MOTHER AND FATHER ?
HE TAKES SEVERAL SECONDS, nearly dissociating because of how unbelievably shocked he is by the audacity of the offer. his head slowly lifts, shivering every inch that it moves, though not completely up at the other’s gaze. and while every cell in his body tells him to decline the ridiculous proposition, he is terrified of retaliation. the word ‘no’ climbs up his throat, but proves incapable of making it past parched lips. he’s seen the devastating abilities of the other, and knows that there’s no telling what he hasn’t been exposed to yet. he doesn’t want to die, but he cannot submit. face contorts as if to brace himself for pain as he tentatively shakes his head back and forth to instigate his answer. without saying a single word.
❝ YOU ARE A fool if you would rather forfeit your life than master the power you will need to avenge your parents. The Force is wasted on someone so weak. ❞ His voice bounces against the chamber in metallic distortions. Vader watches the boy with eyes flat && bright as a painted doll’s where they hide behind the crimson curve of his holoplate. He can feel angerstir in the boy, beyond the stark terror, like the first smoldering embers of a flame. The Dark Side is a creeping thing, waiting to be seen or heard in the deepest chambers of every creature’s heart. The key is simply finding the tipping point, the ledge hovering over the darkness from which Wayne only needs to leap, or be pushed off of.
He had once been small&&afraid as the child in front of him, clinging to the memory of a mother’s warm hands while his own softness was scoured away from him—Anakin Skywalker is dead—like silver brushed from a steel door handle over a myriad of years. && now what’s left— an oppressive black monument as cold && unfeeling as the slanting plastisteel he’s carved from. Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!
Vader reaches out to convey his presence in the Force through the riot of Bruce’s unchecked emotions. The heedlessflood of scintillating anguish threatens to push the boy past the boundaries of comprehension && into the vast ebony fields of madness. The deaths of his parents have already broken him, it’s up to Bruce to decide if the remains can be salvaged. ❝ Do not allow yourself to perish as they did. Your parents were traitors to the empire, but you can still prove your loyalty to the emperor. && to me. ❞ The Dark Lord closes his fist around the last word, stepping to close to where the boy cowers away from him. He kneels, black cape coalescing around his massive form, in slow-rippling movements like the contractions of sea creatures.
The hand he extends towards Bruce seems almost tender, dissonant to his next words. ❝ Join me, or die. ❞
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.
I'm not going to send in passwords on rules. It's an anxiety thing. rest assured i will read your rules. don't worry.
If a blog is inactive for 2+ months without a hiatus notice I'm going to likely unfollow you. Again, this is an anxiety thing and cleaning out my following helps me feel a bit more organized. But if you become active on that blog again I will definitely follow you back.
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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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