Anakin Skywalker

independent Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader est. 2022

[n1ntendos]

I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST I CANNOT GO BACK TO !!!!!! anyways

[princessrhcenyra]

#darth vader while he's force choking imperial officer 67 of the day

[tattycoram]

Rex: I'm not a father figure

Cody: What are you doing?

Rex, holding a vibroknife over a sandwich: Fives doesn't like the crusts

[jondrettegirls]

[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]

Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

[sorryobiwan]

lightfaithed​:

Anakin was very good at this. Back when Anakin’s valiant attempts at growing his own beard had failed, Obi-Wan had thaught him how to shave properly. Obi-Wan didn’t fear him nicking him for a single moment. Rather, he was unsure how he felt to be looked at without the beard again. It had served as a bit of a barrier. Like a visible sign: look, I am the Master here. It was ridiculous, he knew it. If facial hair was the only thing making him feel in charge in their dynamic, then they had a problem. He was afraid of admitting that too. 

But Anakin had changed in the recent months. He still had his rebellious streak, liked to challenge Obi-Wan’s decisions, sometimes even in front of others. But at the end of the day, he felt like Anakin was interested in his opinions when it counted. When they were in danger or engaged in combat. Maybe losing his beard now, letting Anakin see his age, was a good idea. A little bit of honesty, injected into their relationship. The truth was that he needed Anakin’s help as much as Anakin needed his, that Obi-Wan learned as much from Anakin as Anakin learned from him.

Being scrutinized like this made his cheeks redden. This was another downside, the beard had hidden his smaller blushes easily. He reached up to brush his fingers over his tender, shaved skin. “It reminds you of what? Do you really like it?” He turned away to look at himself in the mirror. It was a jarring sight, even for himself. He had gotten so used to the beard and he almost feared if he looked at Anakin, he would see a small boy again.

No, when he met Anakin’s gaze after turning back around, Anakin was a tall young man and Obi-Wan couldn’t be any prouder of him. “I hope you’re right, Anakin. This may be too little too late, but we must try. And thank you, that was some very good shaving.” 

He removed the last few traces of soap with the towel and then put his outer tunic back on again. “I say we give it another try. Worst case we come back here and truly fly back to Coruscant to do the walk of shame into the temple.” Without his beard. Which would be what he deserved if they truly failed this time. “I suggest you go first, I go behind you and we try not to draw too much attention until we’re back at the room where they met us.”

Anakin weighed up briefly whether or not to mention the fleeting thought. In the end, he thought that being honest and sharing his thoughts with Obi-Wan was better than keeping things bottled up. He and Obi-Wan had both been guilty of it before, and that never ended well. Anakin inclined his head a little to the side. ‘It reminds me of when Master Qui-Gon was alive,’ he said. Then, quickly moving on, he brushed past Obi-Wan to glimpse out of a vent at the empty hangar beyond their ship. ‘You were more fun back then,’ he couldn’t help but add, glancing over his shoulder with a dry but playful smirk. ‘I agree, Master. But until we reach the... albeit relative diplomatic immunity of another audience with the King himself, I think you really ought to disguise yourself. You could just be another ambassador, coming to help me negotiate for my Master’s safety. I bet when they evacuated their embassies some of those old dignitaries left some cloaks and uniforms behind.’ He cast his mind back to the map he’d studied in Master Nu’s mission files. It still bothered him that the council had made him study the whole bureaucratic superstructure of this stupid planet and failed to mention once that beards like the one Obi-Wan had worn to every damn meeting in that very council chamber were a surefire death sentence. ‘If I remember correctly, the Mandalorian embassy is just across that main corridor from here. And the Alderaanian embassy is next to it. We’d just have to sneak you across somehow… I could come up with a distraction.’

[sorryobiwan]

‘You’re correct soldier, you no longer have a general. All of them have perished. But what you do have is a Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces. You belong to the Galactic Empire now. There are new rules you will be wise to familiarise yourself with. I can assist you.’

Vader took a further step towards Fox. He needed to pull the clone into line for  self-preservation as much as to re-assert his position in their… relationship. It wouldn’t do for a Sith lord to be taking orders from a guards’ commander, a clone no less (he felt a tug of resistance from the memory of Anakin Skywalker, which balked at this casual ideology, but quickly smothered it). And he needed to shut down Fox’s suspicions about what he was doing in the Temple. If the guards attempted to seize the holocron from him, they would know it existed, would know that Vader had it. And word would almost certainly get back to the Emperor. No. This had to stop now.

He used a subtle flicker of the force to knock the blaster from Fox’s hand, and remained at close quarters. ‘I can feel your resistance,’ he murmured; in truth, he didn’t even need the force as a telltale. After fighting together for so long, he could read Fox’s body language like a book. ‘I don’t advise you try to maintain it. What do you intend to do, Marshall Commander?’

[sorryobiwan]

‘You’re correct soldier, you no longer have a general. All of them have perished. But what you do have is a Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces. You belong to the Galactic Empire now. There are new rules you will be wise to familiarise yourself with. I can assist you.’

Vader took a further step towards Fox. He needed to pull the clone into line for  self-preservation as much as to re-assert his position in their… relationship. It wouldn’t do for a Sith lord to be taking orders from a guards’ commander, a clone no less (he felt a tug of resistance from the memory of Anakin Skywalker, which balked at this casual ideology, but quickly smothered it). And he needed to shut down Fox’s suspicions about what he was doing in the Temple. If the guards attempted to seize the holocron from him, they would know it existed, would know that Vader had it. And word would almost certainly get back to the Emperor. No. This had to stop now.

He used a subtle flicker of the force to knock the blaster from Fox’s hand, and remained at close quarters. ‘I can feel your resistance,’ he murmured; in truth, he didn’t even need the force as a telltale. After fighting together for so long, he could read Fox’s body language like a book. ‘I don’t advise you try to maintain it. What do you intend to do, Marshall Commander?’

[destroyedparadise234]

Darth Vader: Anakin is dead, I killed him, so leave you weak old man—

Obi-Wan: Alright, goodbye then, Darth.

Darth Vader:

Darth Vader:

Vaderkin: What. You’re actually leaving? Wait you can’t leave me again Obi-Wan plEase this is ILLEGAL OBI-WAN—

[caesarsaladinn]

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

[valtsv]

are my prophetic visions a joke to you

[negotiaetor]

            It  comes  to  him  at  night,  every  night.  The  black  glass  sad,  scorching,  sweltering.  The  heat  of  the  place,  overwhelming,  all  consuming.  The  fire,  the  lava.  Anakin  asking  him  to  join  him.  Everything  in  his  entire  being  screaming  no,  and  yet…doing  it  anyway.  Setting  down  his  lightsaber,  hands  raised  in  surrender.  Anything  to  bring  sense  to  the  madness,  anything  to  pull  Anakin  back  from  the  edge.  He’d  had  time  to  send  Padme  away,  carry  her  gently  into  the  ship  and  set  the  destination,  only  a  lingering  hope  that  the  autopilot  would  see  her  safely  on  a  journey  where  her  life  would  no  longer  be  in  danger.  Dead,  to  Anakin.  The  child,  too.  A  cruel  ploy,  but  the  only  work  around.  And  then,  a  reunion  with  his  padawan.  Sweat  dripping  down  his  face,  his  spine.  Hair  damp  with  it.  “Join  me,  Master.”  But  he’s  not  his  master  anymore,  is  he?  He’s  pledged  himself  to  a  darker  one,  to  a  Sith  lord.

            The  dream  shifts  to  the  scream  caught  in  his  throat,  Anakin  kneeling,  saying  the  words  on  the  holo.  And  sometimes,  if  he’s  lucky,  that’s  when  he  wakes.  Before  it  gets  worse,  before  it  turns  to  more  recent  adventures.  His  old  lightsaber,  gone.  A  new  one,  dripping  in  blood,  bled  from  a  fleeing  Jedi.  On  his  hands,  the  evidence  of  his  crime.  Glee  in  Palpatine’s  voice.  Earnest  in  Anakin’s.  FInd  a  Jedi,  kill  them,  and  take  their  kyber.  Week  ago,  he’d  done  just  that.  The  Jedi  had  known  him,  known  his  face.  Hero  of  the  Clone  Wars.  He  had  begged.  Anakin  had  watched  on  while  Obi-Wan  cut  him  down.  What  other  choice  did  he  have?  He  must  convince  Palpatine  of  his  loyalties,  to  stay  close  to  Anakin,  to  continue  toward  his  goal.  Bringing  Anakin  back.  Tonight  is  no  different,  and  after  hours  of  tossing  and  turning,  he  sits  up  abruptly  in  his  bed,  and  breathing  heavily,  damp  with  sweat,  takes  in  his  dark  surroundings.  It’s  just  himself,  and  Anakin.

            Anakin,  who  is  sleeping  a  few  feet  away,  more  peacefully  than  he  had  in  all  his  time  as  a  solider.  They’re  on  the  hunt  for  a  Sith  artifact  for  his  master.  Their  master.  Obi-Wan  hopes  they  don’t  find  it.  Still….it’s  time  to  get  up.  The  purple  blue  sky  of  the  planet  is  lightening  with  one  of  it’s  three  suns,  and  Obi-Wan  couldn’t  go  back  to  sleep  if  he  tried.  “Anakin,”  He  says,  raspy  at  first.  He  tries  again.  “Anakin,  it’s  time  to  get  up.”  Once  he  might  have  playfully  harassed  his  young  padawan  into  waking  but  there  is  little  playfulness  in  him  any  longer.  Anakin  does  not  seem  to  notice,  does  not  seem  to  see,  the  toll  it’s  all  taking  on  him.  Good.  He  mustn’t.  He  pulls  back  the  covers  of  his  bedroll  and  stands,  glancing  over  at  the  other  man.  

starter for @sorryobiwan​

[sorryobiwan]

Anakin was fast asleep. He had slept through Obi-Wan’s tossing and turning, through the rain that seethed against the transparisteel casement and drenched the sticky loam. Now, high above the black sand shoreline, a few minutes before the first sunrise that swelled beneath the horizon, the only sound was of distant thunder behind the dim silhouettes of volcanic mountains that Anakin knew reminded Obi-Wan of a different planet. Apparently it reminded them both of it. Obi-Wan’s voice trembled between the worlds of conscious and un-conscious, and Anakin’s reaction manifested before his eyes opened. His hand shot out to grab Obi-Wan’s wrist. Dark power bore down with his grip. His heartbeat hastened beneath the pale uncovered skin of his chest, on which the scars from that night still stung like unwisely acquired tattoos from some port in the Outer Rim.

When his eyes opened a second later, tinged with yellow, he could only stare at Obi-Wan in silence, whilst reality came back to him. They were not fighting. Anakin did not have to kill him anymore. One might have thought he was tormented by guilty nightmares. But what still troubled Anakin wasn’t a desire for light, but a desire for more darkness. He had been wrong about what the dark side would feel like. He had thought it would be, but the night that had fallen after the Republic was not deep nor dark enough for him to hide in. And to make it worse, Obi-Wan was still here. Watching his every move. Yes, Kenobi had joined him - but Anakin had not just forgotten the betrayal of those few weeks preceding the fall of the Republic. Obi-Wan had not trusted him, just like the rest of the council. He had been jealous. Secretive. Anakin had not forgotten. Even now, Obi-Wan had been hiding himself from Anakin in the Force. Standing guard over his vulnerability, he’d assumed at first. But it was beginning to bother him… another hint at the fact that Obi-Wan didn’t trust him.

His devised solution, when he looked at Obi-Wan sometimes and wondered - how the perfect Jedi, the benevolent hero of the Republic - was standing so composedly in the equipage of a Sith, was to tempt to Obi-Wan, whenever a subtle opportunity arose. To test his reactions by showing weakness in himself. If Obi-Wan slipped up… commiserated, comforted him with admissions of regret of his own. Then Anakin would know.

His eyes cut across to the corner, and dropping Obi-Wan’s wrist without so much as an acknowledgement, he rose just in time to cross the room and answer the incoming holo that would give them their orders. The flickering, green-hued figure of Sidious filled the silence with the low rumble of his voice, and Anakin listened to the missive on one knee, as the Emperor liked them both to do. ‘Yes, my Master.’ Anakin isolated the final word with emphasis, and when the holo’s light crackled out, he turned to fix Obi-Wan with a look. Perhaps he hadn’t been visible in the background, but still, Vader found Obi-Wan’s pride distinctly irritating. He had done for a while now.

‘You look uncomfortable, Obi-Wan,’ Anakin twitched an eyebrow. ‘Is something bothering you?’ 

[sorryobiwan]

just had the surreal experience of our 70 year old cambridge political philosophy professor explaining the tyrant vs philosopher paradox from plato’s republic as ‘its the anakin skywalker problem isn’t it’ and then going on a massive nerdy rant - so naturally have a sudden urge to do replies

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Mun chooses.

[sorryobiwan]

i am doing replies in my head because i got the shit kicked out of me in the college bar and my right hand hurts but i am doing them

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Star Wars Aesthetic: Darth Vader

[luthienne]

Love was not a word that could be used between us any more. It was not a simple do you?/don’t you? Love was not an emotion; it was the bomb site between us.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via luthienne)

[sorryobiwan]

❝ i mean, you kinda deserved that one. ❞

'And tomorrow when I tell Master Yoda you've been cheating in duels you'll get what you deserve, Master.'

[sorryobiwan]

@negotiaetor

Out of the roar of the wind and the shingle of ash and snow, Lord Vader appeared on footsteps soft as a child’s. His skin was stained with blood and sweat, his gaze never faltered from Kenobi crouching on the ground before him, but it was just Anakin. All the vaingloriousness of Sith Lords suddenly forgotten, dissolved into the force. After all, it was of no use down here, just the two of them. Their bond was thin as gossamer, Anakin could feel it so clearly; he could almost see it settling around his master like a bluish halo; illuminating this lightless planet where Obi-Wan had washed up. But Anakin would always find him. ‘Did you think I had forgotten about you, Master?’ he asked, with a hint of a smile tugging at the wick of his mouth. When Obi-Wan did not respond in the way he’d expected, Anakin’s smile faltered slightly, but the yellowish shadow behind his eyes still glowed. ‘It’s okay, Master. The Emperor knows you are loyal to him. I told him myself. No one will harm you. Come with me.’

[sorryobiwan]

Any favorite ships?

definitely the black Eta-2 Actis Class Interceptor