she recognizes her place of privilege, knows that anyone else in her place would be dead or well on their way to the grave. his hand, in the force, around her throat would be a tender mercy. her own emotions are so scattered that padmé can’t settle on one or the other, to seek to understand or manipulate, or to try and find the good inside the shell of the man. does he place that this is her flaw now, that she’s fallen prey to emotions that run like a tempest. that she is a FIRE given form in her own right now: she doesn’t need him for warmth.
maybe padmé knows why he asked if her weapon was registered. but some part of her hardened heart still thought the monolith before her every inch the boy they’d found on tattooine.
he’s beside her in what feels like seconds, and shouting just soon. she expects it though, her shoulders steeled she turns to him. there’s a layer that she has shed. the light in her eyes is all PADMÉ, his once wife, the angry girl who’d lost herself in the woman she’d become. he brings it out in her. “the price? you paid? the ONLY person you SAVED me from is the emperor, and even that’s debatable. think of our children, ani!”
—— she seems startled with herself. it’s a slip, such a large one that she immediately feels her temper cool. she comes to pull her mask off again, so that he might see the grim set of her lips, watch her speak… and because the modulation in her voice feels FORCED right now.
“i fault myself for what you became. of course i do. i lived in this… FLAWED heads pace. i thought i could SAVE you, and you needed someone who didn’t feel that you needed FIXING. the mental image of me, that you had, that the rebels have. i was SELFISH and wrong and goddess, i live in a world of ‘should haves.’ i’ve been doing bounties for the empire for nearly TWENTY years.”
HE SNARLS ON instinct, but thenfreezes, breath hitching, the shock of it sinking into his blood like the spread of warmth, or ice.
Vader goes tight && sharp as a blade. The endearment is mined with triggers of old pain. To hear her say it again almost invokes the memory of how it sounded when she’d loved him. But that, like everything else they had, is gone.
Almost everything else.
❝ Sidious led me to believe that the Council was using me for my power, && that you were destined to die in childbirth. ❞ The mechanical cycle of his breathing harrows away at the silence as he deliberates his words. It has been twenty years, but Vader can’t imagine she would appreciate any kind justification for his deeds. Sidious bent his mind, made him unable to connect && reflect upon all the portents around him. He had not meant to be cruel, but that does not mean that he was kind. && Before long, Sidious’ withering touch began prod && pierce, && angle towards his core— && when it finally rooted in deep it left only shadows && sharp teeth behind.
❝ The visions… he likely sent them to me to drive him to his side. ❞ It worked. ❝ I believed that swearing myself to him was the only way to save you, but he— ❞ He broke something in me, Padmé. He broke me. ❝ I didn’t want to live without you. ❞ I never did. I still don’t.
Vader clenches his fists to keep from reaching out to her again. ❝ If that’s true, I am surprised we didn’t cross paths sooner. ❞ She, like Obi-Wan, it seems, had perfected the art of hiding from him. ❝ Sidious groomed me to be his apprentice since I’d first arrived on Coruscant. Perhaps he had intended it even before then. What he’d planned, it was bigger than us. ❞ He unfurls his fingers as if to gesture to the current state of the galaxy. ❝ You couldn’t save me. No one could. ❞
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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