ᵗʰᵉ 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔫 ᵒⁿᵉ

and within your 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃,   you burn in 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴.

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* . ⊹  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐒𝟏𝐄𝐃 :  an independent and private interpretation of george lucas' anakin skywalker / darth vader — written within a flexible canon-divergent lens of the star wars universe. as written by fenix ( he / him, 30+, est ). this blog will operate on extremely erratic or mostly just low activity. interpretation inspired by a mixture of the prequel trilogy, clone wars animated series, star wars legends novels, and headcanons. this blog explores themes such as war, trauma, identity, control, love, obsession, and the slow descent into darkness. mature and potentially triggering content will be present.

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minors and personal blogs do not interact. a study in: the chosen and the cursed, fear is the path, from slavery to empire, the boy who burned, attachment is forbidden, but love endures, hero without fear, more machine now than man. ⁰¹ˑ carrd. ⁰²ˑ prompts. ⁰³ geralt of rivia. graphics by: kaiserscomms

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may the fourth be with you all! 🖤

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not to get on my vader sympathizer soapbox, but i just recently started a reread of the rise of darth vader and this morning it just dawned on me how incredibly tough and sad this man — machine? — truly has it.

like why tf did those surgical droids do such a shit job with handling such an asset to the empire?? and why tf didn’t palpatine hook him up with some properly fitting gloves and boots to actually accommodate his new prosthetics??? and not to mention the heavy ass cape that literally served no other purpose, but to limit his mobility.

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anakin about to enter a room filled with 20 something droideka:

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it's unfortunate that, like vader, i am still alive.

and thinking about one dark lord of the sith.

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hope everyone had a happy holiday, or just a good week.

taking a little rain check on that starter call. been busy with getting back to ny for the holidays (in the middle of a snowstorm smh), then going right back again on monday. will be back in 2026 for sure.

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sonny corleone ( @t3stacavura ) , a warmhearted and imperious eleven-year-old , had brought his friend home and demanded that he be taken in ... there was no show of affection , but oddly enough the don treated hagen more courteously than his own sons , did not impose a parental will upon him ... ❝ tom lived with us since he was twelve years old . ❞ michael corleone ( @ccrleone ) said . ❝ his parents died and he was roaming around the streets with this bad eye infection . sonny brought him home one night and he just stayed . he didn't have any place to go . he lived with us until he got married .   ❞ ... when hagen entered the room sonny had come rushing to embrace him . michael realized with a faint twinge of jealousy that in many ways sonny and tom hagen ( @consigliare ) were closer than he himself could ever be to his own brother .

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still adjusting to my new apartment, but fk it, i'm doing this. they won't be too long, maybe one liners or so because i'm generally not the best at this but whatever.

by default these will be set during the clone wars, but if you would like a specific timeline or verse or even lord vader himself, feel free to specify. no, actually, please do as it would be very helpful.

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still adjusting to my new apartment, but fk it, i'm doing this. they won't be too long, maybe one liners or so because i'm generally not the best at this but whatever.

by default these will be set during the clone wars, but if you would like a specific timeline or verse or even lord vader himself, feel free to specify. no, actually, please do as it would be very helpful.

[kiisselinaattori]

More machine than man

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crazy idea but what if i cleared out my crafts and just started fresh?? 🤔🤔

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reminder   that   i   will   be   traveling   down   south to fl,   and   then   settling   into   my   new   apartment   and   what   not.   so   my   activity   on   here   will   be   a   little   bit   spotty   (   i   say   that   as   if   it's   been   buzzing   on   here   for   so   long   )   the   same   goes   for   ims.   i'm   much   easier   to   get   a   hold   of   on   discord,   so   here   it   is.   available   for   plotting,   chatting,   or   even   exchanging   some   ic   one-liners/paras.

p.s, i'm also over on sonny @t3stacavura bc the muse is musing.

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so personally, i don't, but happy thanksgiving to all those that do celebrate it. i'll just spend the entire day crashed on the couch with my g.odfather corl.eone as per my decade long tradition. then it's moving day for me on sunday, followed by my birthday on monday.

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“   YOUR   OLDEST   BOY   WAS   A   MAN   OF   FORCE.   “

an   independent   and   private   interpretation   of   mario   puzo’s   santino   “sonny”   corleone  —   written   through   a   canon-rooted but   character-driven   lens   of   the   godfather   universe.   portrayed   by   fenix   (   he   /   him,   30+,   est   ).   activity   will   be   sporadic,   selective,   and   heavily   muse-dependent.   characterization   inspired   by   the   novel,   film   trilogy,   supplemental   mafia   histories,   and   personal   headcanons.

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got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief

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Hey Fenix, I love how you write Anakin. You really capture the conflicting aspects of his personality and experiences, able to show glimpses of the boy from Tatooine and of the Sith lord he will become and everything in between that makes him such a complex yet fascinating character. It's clear that your passion for him comes through in your writing which you craft with care and thought and that's awesome. Keep doing what you're doing!

first of all, tysm for saying these things that i will carry in my heart, rest assured.

it’s the fact that you’re validating my ability to properly blend both sides of anakin that really does it for me. i always hope that vader being a persistent force within him translates properly. because i truly do believe that vader was always essential to who anakin truly was. yeah, he was a good man ultimately, but there was always a darkness within him that they always tried his best to overcome until he couldn’t anymore.

my boy here couldn’t get more complicated even if he tried and i think we can all agree on the fact that that’s what makes him so awesome.

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Shmi's gaze is full of awe as she looks around. "It's wonderful," she says. "I never thought I'd set foot on one. You've flown things like this?" She beams with pride. "Of course I remember. My boy, among the stars. I'm so proud of you, Ani. Oh!" She looks around. "C-3PO! I kept him in case you came back. Did a little work on him to keep him updated, some improvements and things when I had some money of my own. Did you find him at the Lars'? He was in Cliegg's workshop, he let me use it."

Her head tilts. "Apartments? Ani, the room I was in is lovely. It's more space than I've ever had in my life, I don't need any more space than that." Her smile softens. "I remember her. I'm glad you're still in contact with her. You were very fond of her, if my memory serves me correctly."

The change in his expression at the mention of the Lars family doesn't escape her attention, and she frowns. "He bought my freedom," she says quietly, unsure what he knows of Cliegg. "That's all. He helped me earn a fair wage on the farm; I was saving up to be able to use a radio, so I could contact you." She needs him to know she didn't forget him, that he was always on her mind. She reaches out and gives Anakin's hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

"Dreams?" That makes her pause, interest and worry fighting in her expression. "I had those kinds of dreams, when I was pregnant with you. Whatever they are, they're the Force speaking to you. You were right to listen to it. But I'm sorry for taking you from your duties." Her smile is faint, but there. "I'm grateful for it. You were very brave." She purses her lips. "Whatever happened, you saved me. That's all that has to matter. Alright?"

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like  it  was  contagious,  the  sight  of  shmi’s  smile  was  able  to  easily  draw  out  one  of  his  own.  she  was  proud  of  him.  not  only  was  that  something  that  —  though  he  had  tried  time  and  time  again  to  extract  that  feeling  from  his  own  jedi  master  —  seemed  to  anakin  that  he  would  never  be  on  the  receiving  end  of  that  sentiment,  and  that  left  a  hole  in  his  heart  so  wide  that  a  bantha  could  easily  maneuver  through.  but  when  shmi  said  those  words,  it  was  as  if  all  of  his  past  failures  and  shortcomings  ceased  to  exist.  what  mattered  to  him  —  quite  frankly,  all  that  mattered  to  him  —  was  that  his  mother  was  proud.  after  all,  that  was  what  he  wanted  most  in  life  —  more  than  a  master’s  approval.

because  in  the  end,  everything  that  he  had  done  had  been  for  her.  and  to  see  her  proud  was  the  same  as  imprinting  a  giant  and  permanent  stamp  of  approval  on  his  entire  being.

he  couldn’t  help  but  be  momentarily  pulled  off  track  by  shmi  and  her  fussing  over  c-3po.  it  was  nostalgic  to  him,  who  could  still  vividly  remember  her  doing  the  same  when  he  was  a  young  boy.  it  was  mostly  the  fond  memories  that  brought  on  his  laughter.    ❝  don’t  worry,  we  have  him.  i  was  just  doing  a  little  bit  of  maintenance  work  on  him,  we  can  have  them  back  once  i’m  done.  you  were  the  reason  i  built  him  in  the  first  place.  to  help  you  out  in  any  way  that  you  might  need.  i  trust  that  he’s  been  doing  a  good  job  of  that  over  the  years?   ❞    although  he  was  quite  confident  in  not  only  c-3po’s  ability  as  a  protocol  droid,  but  also  in  his  own  ability  to  engineer  him,  despite  his  being  so  young  that  he  could  barely  see  over  the  counter  at  watto’s  shop.

involuntarily,  the  crease  between  his  eyebrows  grew  stark;  the  confusion  in  his  expression  undeniable  as  he  stared  back  across  him,  at  his  mother.  something  he  still  couldn’t  believe  he  was  doing  after  so  long.    ❝  i  don’t  understand.  you  don’t  want  the  apartment?   ❞    he  did  try  his  best  —  although  likely  failed  —  to  not  convey  the  hurt  he  was  feeling  in  his  voice.  after  how  long  but  the  two  of  them  had  been  separated  and  he  was  just  supposed  to  —  what  —  be  content  with  yet  another  separation?  or  was  shmi  just  that  humble?  a  trait  that  —  much  to  master  obi-wan’s  dismay  —  anakin  never  did  seem  to  quite  pick  up.  but  what  is  she  being  humble  for  anyway?  they  were  no  longer  slaves.  she  was  a  free  woman,  just  like  anakin  had  always  dreamed  for  her.    ❝   you  need  it,  mom.  more  than  that,  don’t  you  think  you  deserve  it?  you  worked  even  when  you  were  exhausted  your  entire  life,  you  deserve  to  be  served.  by  threepio,  if  you  let  him.  and  besides,   ❞   his  voice  dropped  to  barely  above  a  whisper.    ❝   i  need  you  on  coruscant,  within  a  quick  walk  from  the  temple.   ❞

anakin’s  head  dropped,  and  he  stared  down  at  his  feet  as  he  tried  to  rid  himself  of  the  embarrassing  thoughts  and  feelings  that  mercilessly  crashed  against  him.  thoughts  and  feelings  that  were  not  at  all  becoming  of  a  jedi  knight.  he  was  no  longer  merely  a  padawan  learner,  he  still  had  to  remind  himself  sometimes.  feelings  of  resentment  and  jealousy  had  absolutely  no  place  —  those  were  of  the  dark  side.  and  yet,  anakin  could  not  help  but  feel  them  all  the  same  when  his  mother  spoke  of  the  lars’.  he  couldn’t  help  but  reflect  on  how  much  he  wanted  to  be  the  one  who  was  eventually  freed  her,  and  every  slave.  he  dreamed  of  the  moment  so  much  as  a  child  that  he  could  close  his  eyes  and  still  picture  it  vividly  without  even  trying.  an  older  version  of  himself,  gliding  through  the  dunes,  brown  cloak  flapping  in  the  air,  the  luminescent  blue  light  from  his  ignited  lightsaber  a  beacon  of  hope.

he  shakes  his  head;  a  few,  quick  motions  of  physicality  to  help  him  bury  the  mental  and  emotional  conflict  burning  within  him  and  replace  them  with  a  mask  of  nonchalance  —  a  mask  that  obi-wan  wore  to  perfection,  though  he,  himself,  always  seemed  to  struggle  with  the  fit.  yet  despite  himself  —  and  despite  his  mother’s  ability  to  be  able  to  see  inside  him  in  ways  that  no  one  else  was  —  he  tried  to  keep  them  concealed.

and  despite  the  warm  feelings  that  stirred  within  him  at  his  mother’s  words  of  praise  over  listening  to  and  pursuing  his  force  dreams,  that  quickly  vanished  at  her  apparent  guilt  for  getting  in  the  way  of  his  duty.  the  crease  between  his  eyebrows  grew  more  intense  as  he  quickly  and  adamantly  shook  his  head.    ❝   don’t  you  apologize  for  anything.  and  especially  not  for  that.  i’m  not  sorry  for  neglecting  my  duties  when  i  did,  nor  will  i  ever  be.  any  rule  that  says  duty  should  come  before  the  well-being  of  others  shouldn’t  be  a  rule  in  the  first  place.  it’s  as  simple  as  that.  everything  else  just  complicates  things  and  creates  chaos  in  the  order  and  peace  that  the  jedi  are  supposed  to  maintain  and  protect.   ❞

and  if  it  sounded  premeditated  and  rehearsed,  that  was  probably  because  it  was.  anakin  wasn’t  particularly  too  proud  of  the  amount  of  time  he  spent  mulling  over  the  events  that  had  unfolded  during  and  leading  up  to  his  return  to  his  home  planet.  meditating  over  his  revenge  on  the  sand  people,  the  kind  of  reaction  that  his  master  and  the  rest  of  the  council  would  have  upon  discovering  his  actions.  if  they  ever  made  that  discovery.  that  secret  was  between  him  and  padme,  who  he  trusted  absolutely  would  keep  it  that  way.

his  voice,  barely  above  a  whisper,  called  out  to  shmi  and  a  reminder.    ❝  i  will  always  protect  you,  first  and  foremost.   ❞