in blackest envy were the demons born.

ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

[holyburden-blog]

BURDENED. I’m coming back to this blog effective immediately. If you’ve broken exclusivity and/or no longer want to be exclusive with me that’s totally fine! I feel like such an asshole for up & leaving. I really apologize.

[civilburden-deactivated20170323]

➢  HE FEELS POWER IN the gloved hand that holds him steady, manipulates him into place and keeps him there. The press of metal behind supple and well-worn fabric is enough to gather a sharp breath in him.       His ribs expand quick, anxious, lips parting in surprise and a hint of…       Is that fear?       Does he fear his lover, the sickly light in his eyes, the terrible strength in that one hand he knows could so easily break the neck he’s caressing like he wouldn’t dare? His heart aches to think it so, that the man he loves so dearly would be the same man causing dark uncertainty to tighten in the pit of his stomach.       Anakin is all he has left, but Obi-Wan has witnessed the terror those hands are capable of crafting.       And he doesn’t dare speak so familiarly to him out loud. 

              Oh, my darling, how I miss you. Your laughter. Your kindness. Your smile untainted by rage. Can’t you just love me as you used to?            ❛  Then a thousand more these ears shall hear. And I’ll treasure every last one as I have all the rest. ❜      In a stroke of boldness the color of desperation two meager arms press close about the waist of the emperor, and two palms cup his spine to draw him near. Obi-Wan lays his head on Anakin’s shoulder, nose pressed to the ivory column of his neck, and he inhales the scent of him and battles a surge of want.       Fire and brimstone. Vanilla and worn leather. 

[holyburden-blog]

he’s been hardened into tempered durasteel by old   &   tired hands.      forged to cage the sickening fire that rose from the pit of his belly.    beneath his skin there had been another sun attempting to swallow the planets orbiting dangerously close.     his    BLACK TONGUE   curled around them,    pressing life to his lips.     how close he had been to a supernova    --    to leave behind a fissure where his heart had been.      his thumb brushes against the lower tier of his beloved’s lip,      a remnant of ancient affections.     he remembers them like the dead cling to stone,        where they had carved their last remaining wishes for corpses left to rot.  

but unlike the dead,     anakin had yearned for more.      where the dead had want for not,    the emperor’s fingers reached past the veil.    the digits returning to him swollen with the fear of his minions,      the subjects cowering as he smiled    --    brilliant teeth beneath red lips.      he was made to look like an animal,    reflected now in obi-wan’s storm eyes.     (     perhaps this love is no longer the tempest it had been.     it seemed more of a destructive force brought on by the maliciousness of men.     possessiveness at the tips of his fingers. mine, mine mine   --   they screamed.     )      the angry bite of his mechanical fingers find themselves pressed against the back of his neck,   numb to the warmth of his skin.    where once it had been an inconvenience   --    an irritation that he could not feel his blood heated by the touch  --   now it mattered not to him.   he could feel his heart beat from floors beneath,     he felt it beat in rhythm with his own.      the connection mired in the very fabric of the universe.     briefly the emperor wondered if with enough force the man he loved would fall apart from it,     eaten alive by his power. 

a huff of air escapes from between his teeth,     lips lovingly pressed to the curve of his ear.      he is gentle,      but his words are not.     ❛      ━━━  if you are so inclined to being treasured . . .     ❜     his words had sounded as if they’d come from a machine just learning of his immense power    --   his molten core ripe with want.   

                     ❛    THEN WHY ARE YOU SO TERRIBLY SAD, MY LOVE?    ❜ 

[holyburden-blog]

[holyburden-blog]

BURDENED. hello i’m here! i’m a bit tired. i’ve been sleeping all day/playing video games. i hate being this tired for doing nothing but im exhausted mentally. hopefully i can make myself do things on here. :’) i’m still working on my reaper blog as well weeps gently.

[civilburden-deactivated20170323]

HE DOESN’T REMEMBER the blast.       Not at first.       He doesn’t remember much of anything, really. He hardly even exists. He’s here and not, drifting in and out of noise and fluctuating shadows. He’s weightless and far too heavy to be real all at the same time. There’s a pounding against the left side of his skull.       There’s something wrong with his arm.       There’s something wrong with all of him.       It takes too long to struggle beyond the dark veil draped over his consciousness, a cloud of poison and fog even the Force’s warm light cannot pierce.       He’ll later learn it’s because he was so perilously close to death.       He’ll also learn he’d been in pursuit of an alleged assassin when the device beneath his feet had been detonated as he’d charged across the roof. He’ll learn that it was not the only bomb to rock the Coruscant skyline that night, but that it was the only one that sustained a casualty. By some miracle.       But these things are not for him to know just now. Caught somewhere between the living and the dead, being both in agony and painfully numb, it’s all he can do to open his mouth and fill his aching lungs.       And release that first captured breath with but one name on his lips.                 Anakin…                     @holyburden

[holyburden-blog]

his lungs are empty of air,      suddenly stolen by a gust of wind coming from his bones.          aching ivory threatening to bend against the sudden explosion,       sulfur in the air as it stings the white of his eyes.  (   fear crept up his spine,       suffocating the electric storm of his nervous system.      unspoken events played out on his skin,       a hurting man -- his cries were terrifyingly familiar.   )    ❛     ━━━  MASTER --      ❜      his voice chokes out from his throat as a painful cry.        there are throbbing points of agony,         wounds that are not his -- broken bones like vivid dreams.      his old master’s pain had been his very own  &  even when his fingers reach for his,     it does not ease.        ❛       I’M HERE, OBI-WAN.     ❜  

[holyburden-blog]

BURDENED. I’m sorry I havent been on! Getting on to do things is such a struggle for me. You have been warned, I’m a horrible rp partner. But I promise I’ll be on to do things soon! SIDENOTE: I’M FINALLY GOING TO SEE MY BEST FRIEND OF FOUR YEARS !!! SHE LIVES IN CALIFORNIA AND IM FLYING OUT TO SEE HER NEXT MONTH IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO CRY !!!!!!

[holyburden-blog]

BURDENED. okay im nervous about starter calls because i have like 3 followers atm but if you want something small you can like this post !!!! i’m just more into plotted out long things but i’m tired of waiting around. i’m such a mess.

[holyburden-blog]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  he is neither gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. he has the holy fire of the gods within him. where he walks power unfolds, untaming beasts, cracking temples and unfettering hearts. people follow him like sheep, and become as lions. there is love in him enough to sunder nations. in the curve of his smile, in the ripple of the violence he does upon the old world, the universe comes together again.             EXCLUSIVE ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

[auriferis929]

[timlololo]

[holyburden-blog]

BURDENED. so, i sort of wanna say something really quick since this is a brand new blog with less than 20 followers. but the reason i remade this blog was because of the rampant theft and taking of ‘inspo’/aesthetic, etc that was in the fandom and throughout tumblr rp. and i needed to get away from the horrible toxic people in my fandom. and i even changed my alias despite it obviously being me. but im so tired of seeing theft occur and people getting away with it. all the hard work a lot of us do and it’s taken just like that. and not only that but lately ive seen so much hate & disgust towards people who do put a lot of work into their blogs be it in terms of graphics, formatting  and writing. and im just tired of this. im sorry im so tired. anyway that’s all i wanted to say. im literally just a lil nobody in this world but im tired of seeing theft of ppl who work so hard and are genuinely good people........

[civilburden-deactivated20170323]

➢  IN DARK HALLWAYS THEY almost seem to be painted silver.            ❛  Only a thousand times. ❜ He speaks softly so as not to disturb the quiet of the palace under cover of night between one kiss and the next. Each seeks to steal the very breath from his lungs and sears the blood in his veins until the air between them smells scorched. 

      His hands settle easily at the curve of the emperor’s waist before he remembers himself. Who he is. In whose presence he stands as if nothing has changed. As if all that exist are the kisses of broken men seeking one another for salvation.       As if the words I love you still meant a thing.       He ducks his head, a brief inclination in a deferential display. He knows who holds the power here.           ❛  My lord. ❜      Even if the words burn as they descend from his lips.

[holyburden-blog]

it does not break his heart when he is referenced with such reverence.        to achieve such a title had left him swollen with   UNENDURABLE POWER,        like a sudden combustion between the iron of his ribs.      it scorches the pink flesh of his tongue,      becoming a wildfire as it destroys his finery.       golden fingers curl with the grace of an unearthly thing to tilt his lover’s head,   (    he had wanted to be looked upon,  he had wanted to be worshipped. he’d made himself a god to be exalted.   )      affection colored his lips as they press themselves against his bearded jaw.     ❛      ━━━   THEN I HAVE A MIND OF TELLING YOU A THOUSAND MORE.     ❜

[holyburden-blog]

★. ◜↻ @blightedburden

the gruel warmed his reddened fingers,       heated upon a pathetic fire made from moistened twigs  &  rotted leaves.    exhaustion numbed his bones  &  the cold bit maddeningly at his ears.     ❛     ━━━ THIS TASTES AWFUL.    ❜      yet he let pass his lips to warm his belly.     the stench of iron still hung heavy in the air,     his broadsword left uncleaned.       ❛      who taught you how to cook, a broodmother?      ❜

[holyburden-blog]

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  he is neither gentle nor kind, except in the most terrible of ways. he has the holy fire of the gods within him. where he walks power unfolds, untaming beasts, cracking temples and unfettering hearts. people follow him like sheep, and become as lions. there is love in him enough to sunder nations. in the curve of his smile, in the ripple of the violence he does upon the old world, the universe comes together again.             EXCLUSIVE ANAKIN SKYWALKER.

[holyburden-blog]

★. ◜↻ @civilburden

jewels hung off his lips.    when he spoke,     his words had been priceless gemstones made from a thousand years of tectonic pressure.     he’d been made into a sole,   TRIUMPHANT GOD.    ascended past a gilded throne  &  put upon the precipice of an olympic mountain;      where he alone had been his own pantheon.   at his side stood a man who’d become a pillar he readily stood atop.    a man he so loved he would have made him his  KING  if he had not been so selfishly cruel.       his fingers reached out to press themselves at the base of his skull,      thumb placed gently at his chin.    their kiss is nothing short of resplendency,    with all the splendor of kings basking in their royalty.      ❛     ━━━  MY LOVE,    ❜      his thumb caresses the lower tier of his lip.     ❛     have i told you how magnificent you are?      ❜       and the emperor kisses him again.

[jedimessiah-blog]

Emperor Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, Father of the Empire, General of the Imperial Army, Bringer of Balance, and the Chosen One.

– titles that belong to Emperor Skywalker. When being introduced each title is said in this order. Although most refer to him as Emperor, many who have done direct dealings with him before he became Emperor often use his Sith name – Darth/Lord Vader. The royal family calls him by his first name when alone. His children refer to him as father and his grandchildren refer to him as grandfather.  (  Although in public it is always Emperor Skywalker.  )  Because of his status as General for the Republic Army, Anakin has also taken this rank for his newly stated Imperial Army.

[holyburden-blog]

★. ◜↻ @osaelligr

❛    WELL, MY KING ━━━     ❜     wickedness laid on his tongue like imps beneath a toddler’s crib.    mischief had stained his fingertips as a boy,    but asgard had curdled anakin as if he’d been milk past due.    adaptation had left him  MOURNING  the child that once roamed its streets.     he hated the stench of this glorious kingdom,    but the new king that sat upon the throne had seemed to invite the sun.    ❛    it seems as if you’ve received your kingdom.  what now?    ❜