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@jedibetrayed
# jedibetrayed . an independent , mutually exclusive rp blog for anakin skywalker of the the lucasfilms, star wars franchise . highly - headcanon based . est. 2018, revamped january 2023. felled by ziggy. exclusive with @negot1ator & @regaldiplomat. rules beneath cut.
love u so bad
angels burn brightly still, though the brightest fall.
independent, highly - selective, headcanon heavy anakin skywalker of lucasfilms star wars series. penned by ziggy. established 2018(?), reestablished 2023.
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the gnashing of teeth, canines bared in the dim lit filtering in through abysmally small windows ( he remembers staring at them as a child, so used to the bright suns of tatooine shining through openings in their little hut, convincing himself that this was a prison. a punishment. ) nails dig crescent moons into palm until he's unsure whether his hands had ever been clean. stained red with the force of his wrath. bright eyes dart to and fro, never quite settling on the astonishingly calming force that was his jedi master. afraid to meet his gaze, to see the disappoint that would surely ( it must! he must be a disappointment! ) lingering in those icy depths. hands move, smearing crimson across pale cheeks as they extend in some attempt to halt obi-wan's approach.
do not touch me! i am broken, i am wrong! such vicious thoughts to storm through such troubled mind, eyes bright with unshed tears. " do you think i have not tried ? " his voice rings in the aftermath of his thoughtless destruction, echoing in the empty chamber that housed their bodies each night. anakin aches to collapse into his master's arms, to cry like he had as a young boy of the unfairness of their world. to cry until he finally felt emptied of all thought or feeling.
" i'm little more than a weapon to them, obi-wan. a thing to be set upon the unsuspecting. " the words hiss from betwixt his teeth, a sniffle of his nose ruining the image of unchecked rage as it rapidly cools to something quite like shame. " i just want to rest. " to lay his head upon uncomfortable pillows and fall into a dreamless sleep. none plagued by prophetic dreams and memories of great violence. he'd hurt so many people.
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the sound of his name on her lips is his saving grace, each syllable perfectly formed to pull mind from even the darkest depths so that he may drown himself in the warmth of her gaze. head tilts into easy affections, cheek insistently nudged until palm fits against unblemished jaw. " how can this be dangerous, my love? "
how could they be dangerous? two sides of a coin, melded together so perfectly it seemed wrong to part from her side. unfair, she says! as if she does not steal the very breath from his lungs at the barest hint of a smile. her love was his altar, his only place of worship in this rotten world. " when we're together, we're the only two people in the galaxy i care to think about. " words whispered as head turns, lips grazing the palm of her hand before continuing their trek along the length of each bony finger. a kiss for each protruding knuckle, the space between her thumb and forefinger, the tips of each and every finger worked so tirelessly to make the galaxy a better place.
# skywa1ker : an independent , mutually exclusive rp blog for luke skywalker of the star wars franchise . headcanon based & highly canon divergent . est . 4 january 2023 . penned by reed . 25 . she / her .
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Endless moments of Anakin Skywalker: (6/?)
really funny , you’re very mature . ( obi )
accepting ⇀ random dialogue prompts
another snicker escapes him before it can be muffled by warm leather, hand pressed to smirking lips, though the expression is not hidden, bright eyes crinkling with the sheer force of his mirth. it was rather funny, all else forgotten. forget that they were on some backwater planet, surrounded by enemies. forget that they were fighting tooth and nail for their lives mere hours ago. forget that he'd taken lives as easily as breathing mere days ago to protect the man splayed out in the mud at his feet.
smile dims, hand dropping from mouth to stretch downwards. a peace offering, though smile remains firmly upon handsome features. " come, master. it'll look childish to the troops if you're seen playing in the mud. " teeth bared, head cocked to the side as he awaits the familiar weight of obi-wan's hand in his own.
what do you want most in the world ?
accepting ⇀ random dialogue prompts
what could he say that wouldn't send alarm bells ringing across the galaxy? ( love, devotion, to feel real ) . righteous curls splay across the plush carpet, bright gaze staring thoughtfully up at the senator perched upon the chair above him. it seemed only right, to be looking up at her, half-shadowed ( illuminated only by the briefest zipping of lights through the windows ) . he offers a smile, half-hearted and tired though it may be as hands both gloved and bare come to rest upon the beating of his heart.
" i've always wanted to have a family. my mother couldn't have children, you know . . . it was a difficult enough affair with me. " childlike dreams of siblings running amok around him, the fleeting image of a woman so like padme, stomach round with babe and smile soft as its aimed towards him. it's left unsaid, however, that such things were not meant for him. he'd bucked against jedi law enough, but a family was lost to him. he could pretend, here in her apartments, to be a normal man. but that's all it would ever be. fantasies, like children playing in the sand at a life they'd never know.
“Keep chasing everyone away… and there’ll be no one there to have your back when you need them.” ( obi )
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good riddance to the lot of them! brilliant blue gaze sweeps along the destruction wrought upon their living quarters, bloodied knuckles pressed to the pale skin of his cheek. boney elbows precariously balanced upon knees, crouched in the corner like some feral animal to be tamed. another mission gone wrong, another life lost to his imperfections.
let them all abandon him, let him rot away until all left was this wicked thing that lay beneath his breastplate, slithering betwixt aching ribs to whisper doubts in his ears. " i don't need any of them. " all i need is you! can you not hear my pleas? voice is hoarse when it finally crackles from bloodied maw, face uncleansed from battle and frame finally sinking into the corner it had chosen upon the sound of footsteps. it was obi-wan. it was always obi-wan to bring him back from that edge.
why can’t we just talk about this ?
accepting ⇀ ᵗʰᵉ 𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿
barely restrained anger is set upon unsuspecting weeds, torn from the ground at his hip in favor of speaking the truth. what was there to speak of? he was a traitor to his order, a broken little boy forever in her eyes! " what is there to speak of, padme? what would you ask of me? " for if you only told him, he would flay himself open at her feet for even the barest glimpse of her smile. her happiness meant more to him than most, held aloft on a pedestal, far removed from the darkness and decay of the world he'd come to know.
“Anger makes you careless.” ( obi )
accepting ⇀ random dialogue prompts .
head tilts, teeth on edge at the carless whisper of obi-wan's words across the surface of his mind. fuel to flame, each syllable to pass in that infuriatingly gentle tone of his stoking some hidden flame within his heart just as touch brought it to heel. a feral dog at the feet of its master, teeth bared and bloody to any who may grace its presence.
" jedi are not meant to feel emotion, master. " spoken through gritted teeth, hands vicelike in their grip on the lightsaber at his hip. he'd always hated these missions the most, the jarring voices of the most elite speaking of them as they were little more than dirt upon their finery. insults thinly veiled by compliments to the jedi for their protection, all the while spewing filth about the ' backwater planets ' that scattered the galaxy .
why are you looking at me like that ?
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like what ? like my salvation. the words are on the tip of his tongue, weighing heavily on the slithering appendage as eyes continue to take in the sight she made before him. haloed by the setting suns shining dimly through gleaming windows, chesnut curls set alight with the rosy fingers of dawn's gentle caress.
instead, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, words forgotten in favor of gathering her smaller form into the cradle of his arms. the dark and the light, tangled so intrinsically together it was impossible to tell where one began and one ended. fine silks brushing against well-worn robes. " like you're the most beautiful woman i'll ever set eye on, senator amidala. " saccharine sweet words drip from his tongue like the honeyed desserts he remembered stealing from the kitchens as a young boy, melting and coating his mouth with their taste.
random dialogue prompts … sentence starters
“I’d keep you safe.”
“You’re nothing to me.”
“I wouldn’t advise that…”
“I wish I had your courage.”
“Anger makes you careless.”
“You can do it. Just don’t die.”
“A hero’s work is never done.”
“Do I really mean so little to you?”
“I’m not going to make a deal with you.”
“Everything is an illusion. Trust nothing.”
“You’re not as bad as they say you are.”
“You aren’t the person you think you are.”
“Do you learn nothing from your mistakes?”
“Don’t go rushing in. You’ll end up like them.”
“You have a lot of bite for someone so small.”
“Nothing I do will ever be good enough, will it?”
“Do you think redemption can really be earned?”
“I don’t need your forgiveness. I did nothing wrong.”
“I don’t need you to apologize. I need you to do better.”
“You think you have to prove yourself to me. You don’t.”
“If you don’t come back, I’m going to be very, very upset.”
“How can you possibly sleep with all this on your conscience?”
“You’re not a lost cause. Not enough people have told you that.”
“Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me? Don’t answer that.”
“There’s nothing to be said. Everything I could say, I already have.”
“I’ve been nothing but truthful with you… so, why won’t you trust me?”
“Considering the stories I’ve heard, I was expecting someone scarier.”
“Haven’t I given enough? Haven’t I lost enough? Haven’t I fought enough?”
“You never seem scared. You’re never caught off-guard. How do you do it?”
“I’m not the one for you. I’d only make your life worse, and we both know it.”
“I’m making us tea/coffee/hot cocoa, and then you’re telling me what’s wrong.”
“Can you just… just stop! Stop for a second and think about what you’re doing!”
“Something’s clearly going on. Keeping me in the dark about it won’t help anything.”
“I don’t need to justify myself to them/you. I know what I have to do. And I’m going to do it.”
“Keep chasing everyone away… and there’ll be no one there to have your back when you need them.”
