- where to contribute poetry and short form fiction to HoTD/AKoTSK Zines (HoTD: Daemon, Aemond, Rhaenyra, Baela, Rhaena, Alicent, Gwayne,Viserys I, Aemma, Daeron the Daring, Aegon II, Viserys II, Aegon III, Helaena, + Older Gen eg Jaehaerys, Maegor, Aenys; AKotSK: Baelor, Maekar, Valarr, Daeron, Aerion, Tanselle, Egg, Brynden, Shiera, Aegor Bittersteel, Daemon Blackfyre (pre and posthumously) and his little ones)
- your favourite artists to purchase Baelor, Maekar, Daemon, Aemond, Aegon II, and dragon merch and fanart from as I am deprived (I am a Vermithor fan… and I hold the controversial and rancid gremlin opinion Baelor was destined for Silverwing in my heart, but remain flexible in writing)
- If you feel so inclined help keep me occupied (and if you feel so inclined drop a tip) for my upcoming big c surgery by sending me prompts for 15-2000 words! Any ship, era, character, theme, even “Baelor & Florence + The Machine’s ‘King’”
(Rhoynish. 8th c bc. translated fragment. 3c bc Sunspear)
is it the man with the blade who spills and spills, life painted everywhere but his mouth
is it the widow with the salt that bites chafed caliche cheeks who pours and pours, empty in her wauling throat
is it the lord glutted with more coins than grains of grit, weighing each life as if a fine fruit to sample at a bazaar, who spends and spends, his heart squittering as any street dog and prays it is laughter
is it the child who remembers and remembers the songs that were sung when his father fell…when the dust covered even gold-laden tongues under thirst when the dunesea only remained salt…and with barefeet follows the fox to dig a well and sing what is holy back to the mouth of the sands?
does He drink a sovereign or a sovereign, this water god of ours?
didn’t someone on this hell site mention an orpheus/eurydice obikin au??? it must have been said right??? i need to like talk out this conundrum with someone re: the tunnel scene where they have to lead their beloved’s soul back through the tunnel to the land of living but they can’t look back or they lose the soul immediately back to hell
i don’t think anakin could make it to the end of the tunnel without looking back, but would obi-wan also?? i feel like that last-second of sudden insecurity would be all it takes for him to lose faith, but maybe not clone wars era obikin? i feel like right before the reveal of anakin’s fall, obi-wan’s faith in anakin is so nigh unshakeable, he’d walk confidently back…
it would be kenobi-era obikin….. that might be where all the faith is gone…. the hope was there, but the faith? what good did faith do him in the end?
EDIT: adding previous comments for my own brainrot and reference
yes yes yes the voices of the shades of the fallen comrades, all those trusted… the voice of his younger self calling him to account for all the failures he’s heaped upon his shoulders…the recriminations he wishes his beloved would snarl and spit at his back just to know he had even followed. would padme’s last words hold close enough as the whisper bare cloak to shield him until those final steps? clone wars anakin would break at the very end - it would be his fall, his own doubts that obi-wan would ever choose him over anything, unable to take that last step into the light. but vader? gods would vader even try? or have the embers of vader’s krayt heart turned to ash at last, would he make it to the light not out of hope but out of spite, chased by the vitriol of ghosts and a hell of his own making, would he take what he believes is another trick of the jedi, a false deal just to prove there is no goodness in this world, no love, no one waiting nor willing to forgive or follow - not for him. Not even the best of men, the best of jedi in his eyes, his most hated and beloved.
-> Sidebar: Is the task of saving Vader from the Underworld one which only Luke so pure in faith could undertake?
But a single felled giant of this world would be worth a hundred collars on Tatooine.
The thought rustles as sand over the ledge of the turbolift, caught aloft in the Force only briefly enough between them for Luke to be sure it existed at all beyond the lumbering wild of the groaning forest beyond transparisteel.
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There is a whalefall in the Force when it happens. The air saturated with the ionized seiche, eagre swelling to near unbearable abundance as carbonized and metaphysical remains touch land. There is nothing that is in the Force that does not return to it. All that remains is the fire.
Kraythearted man finally at rest over a hoard incalculable, the only wealth that would ever have mattered to a boy from a shadeless land, a man who made himself penumbra’s adumbration incarnate - those hundred collar chains lashed blindly to himself, now hammerhewn. Bole after bole of timber, tinder to ingots under unpracticed sweatpocked palms and torn synthskin. Malastarian made myrrh and sacred by blistered palms in mourning rite. It was all they had. It was all he deserved, so many would say.
…Yet laid to rest in halls higher and grander than any king or god-emperor-wouldbe, that had grown long before either of them, that would tower after the legacy of either Skywalker had been long since erased.
Obsidian and durasteel finds itself first wreathed in smoke and near shadow, yet only the shadow of impending dusk and not those poured from its baptismal font of Sith’arii malice, the bite of flames soon to rise to meet the twilight of but one sun in their insatiable dance, welcoming their ravenous own ensouled. Eyes the same colour of those hidden so long behind lenses of the ongoing blaze watch on. sole mourner to a man only the dead could ever know praises of, for whom there would be no elegies except in the endless expanding cosmos as that ephemeral vastness broke and began to give…and give…and give. For the living, he knew, for Leia, there could be no words for the ended horror, for the atrocities that preceded it…only the relief of ash and erasure. Of silence…and this yawning transcendent outpouring. Bloodletting.
And yet…the syllables that caught in his larynx still etched in his mind, a child’s voice to the wound that had always been: He was my father.
There was no solace in silence. No answer to the question of this deprivation that salved the wound that so many had tried to assure him must be inflicted:
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anakin’s night routine (eating spiders?) while obi-wan is sleeping from ragnarlothcats devil’s in the details
Ah, a fav. Devil's In the Details by RagnarLothcat.
Send me a missing scene!
The intruder sleeps soundly in his presence, a vile insult.
Anakin watches with brimstone eyes, cataloguing the gentle rise and fall of his sturdy chest, the way his slow breaths tickle the copper hairs curled around his lips. The sight draws him closer, perching on the bed, pleased when his pretty pest twists away from the heat of his smoldering body. Good, he thinks, exhaling smoke from tar black lungs. That's what you get, entering my domain uninvited!
He keeps the man fast asleep, a wave of his clawed hand over that pale face, sowing dark dreams into a surprisingly resilient psyche. Handsome brows furrow in despair as his imagination turns cruel, feeding Anakin's power, his might.
A cold smile crosses his face as he fills that intriguing mind with gorgeous thoughts, blood and viscera and melodic screams, a tapestry of his skill and prowess, a harrowing sight. This man will know whose house he has attempted to steal, come the morning. He will make sure of it.
The moon drifts overhead in a graceful arch as the hours tick by. Curiously, Anakin doesn't move. He should be looming by now, bent over his new prey to ensure he sees nothing but blood red eyes when he jolts awake from his gifted nightmares, but he stays where he is, lingering at his side.
It gives him the best view of that masculine profile, the slender slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw. He is a demon; he has no need for vanity. Yet the landscape of this thief's bearded face is... pleasant. And Anakin has never denied himself pleasure in all the long millennia of his life.
He can indulge for one night, he decides. Tomorrow, he'll begin the ritual of tearing this man's mental state down brick by metaphorical brick. Tonight, he will simply observe. It's his house, thank-you-very-much. He can do as he likes.
An impressive specimen creeps from beneath the man's bed, sneaking across his sinfully soft mattress. Anakin watches it lazily, reading the spider's thoughts of caution danger predator stay in the dark in its modest, inarticulate arachnese. Eight long legs move in symmetrical unison as it climbs his guest's body like a shivering mountain, over toned arms and broad shoulders.
It's large, by this house's standards. It crawls slowly up the pale column of the slumbering thief's throat, tickling his facial hair, making him twitch. Anakin listens and watches intently as the dark dreams he had graciously bestowed on his new plaything's mind take a different shape, a different color. The violence he meticulously crafted shudders and scatters into a thousand baby spiders, an entire hoard, scurrying in all directions, blotting out his hard work.
Rude!
The spider inches up up up, until at last it rests on the man's sculpted cheek, two back legs brushing against the corner of his lips. Its body is large enough to cover his face from eyes to mouth — a mother, Anakin realizes, likely inspecting their newest intruder much the same way he is — but he is irked by her presence all the same. He has a job to do, here. Those were his handcrafted nightmares she just overwrote!
Irritated, he plucks the offending beast from his guest's face, trading insults through her prosaic language before opening his mouth and swallowing her whole. Immediately the man relaxes, his shivers dying out to calm stillness, the darkness of his dreams swept away to nothing. A neutral, grey mist.
He purposefully does not delve deeper into the satisfaction he feels in that moment. Yes, this man's fear and torment is his ultimate goal, his untimely death an inevitable part of the game. But Anakin himself will be the only one toying with this mysterious stranger in his own house, and if the creepy-crawlies watching them from the shadows don't like it, they'll just have to get used to the infinite liminal space of smoke and flame that is his belly. Serves them right.
Because this man, his newest and prettiest plaything, is his.
In the “Luke is the Only Omega” verse. Does Anakin spank Luke in this verse? Seems like he should spank him when he sneaks out!
I'm not sure what @starboundanon has planned, dear anon, however as my sense is that's a dinluke fic with family I would doubt familial spanking happens. Though, maybe in a behind (ha, pun) the scenes Anakin realizes he's been too soft on Luke after Luke sneaks out and takes him over his knee for the first time when he slinks back home (to find Daddy waiting and worried). A little dash of Anakin's Vader side.
#tali is not liable for anyone's expectations#she has done nothing wrong in her life#ever
PSA that anything tali claims will happen in one of my fics IS in fact a legally binding promise and if those things fail to appear, you can and should hold her financially and emotionally responsible.
In the “Luke is the Only Omega” verse. Does Anakin spank Luke in this verse? Seems like he should spank him when he sneaks out!
I'm not sure what @starboundanon has planned, dear anon, however as my sense is that's a dinluke fic with family I would doubt familial spanking happens. Though, maybe in a behind (ha, pun) the scenes Anakin realizes he's been too soft on Luke after Luke sneaks out and takes him over his knee for the first time when he slinks back home (to find Daddy waiting and worried). A little dash of Anakin's Vader side.
Taking prompts and opening commissions again, let’s get back into the groove of this. Please askbox for prompts (SW or HoTD preferred) or DM for comms. Anything goes, as usual.
Hi, question! Will your DinLuke dark trucker fic (junction 1125) ever be available for reading on AO3? It's currently set as 'mystery work' and unreadable.
Hi there,
I go through periods of being deeply unsatisfied with my work and mortified to have them readable, as they are not beta’d and often written off the cuff. I’m not sure yet if I will feel up to unlocking it or when.
