#sithshadow

[starsandthedyad]

“I thought you were dead. I heard you were cut in two. Not that it matters. My grandfather took your place as Darth Sidious’s apprentice. But both of them are dead now, long dead. So how are you still alive?”

@sithshadow

[serratedlight-a]

sithshadow : ( starter call. )

            kylo ren sighed once the comm to his quarters chirped, taking once last glance in the mirror and fluffing his hair before turning toward his chamber door, “ come. ” he answered and the door opened. “ Maul. It’s good to lay eyes. ” he said, “ What can I do for you? ”

[tachiisms]

stay dead and let me manipulate your padawan in peace

How about I haunt you until you leave him alone, I think that’s a better idea.

[tachiisms]

on a scale of 0 to ‘I will hug a Sith Lord to keep him away from my Padawan’ how much do you love your Padawan?

[tachiisms]

Roses are red, you have pretty eyes, you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?

..... 

“ ... flattery and Sith legends will get you nowhere. ”

[tachiisms]

sithshadow replied to your post: Siri @ the dash like ‘ keep your grubby paws away...

I have only done a few things wrong don’t call me out like that

Ferus isn’t allowed to play with Sith Lords, and his husband needs him home by 10. sorry you’ll have to go elsewhere. 

[eleutheriana-archive]

"My lady...I am afraid that Master Skywalker has died."

meme. // selectively accepting

her inhale is quiet, barely there ––– just a shocked little gasp, a stuttering of breath. there’s a moment of CONFUSION, the briefest second of no, of course i couldn’t have heard that right, i must have misunderstood, before the reality sets in, and the world begins to tilt. ❝ i –––– you’ll have to for–– forgive me, ❞ she manages, her voice already beginning to shake, as fingers fumble for the arm of a nearby chair. she all but collapses into the seat, her throat starting to close up. no. this can’t be right. he’s wrong. he’s misinformed. it wasn’t exactly a REVOLUTIONARY tactic to fake one’s death in a war, and after all, people went missing in action every day, he could turn up, this could just be a mistake, it’s not, he can’t, he can’t, she can’t ––––––

ANAKIN SKYWALKER CANNOT BE DEAD. THERE IS NO REALITY IN WHICH THIS CAN BE TRUE.

foolishly, stubbornly, she tries to reach out to him, in her mind, in her soul. ( there was a moment, once, just once, in her apartment; she’d felt his soul calling out to hers, felt him reaching for her, even from half a planet away. if she calls for him now like he called for her then, he’ll feel it. he’ll hear her. he’ll answer. she knows he will. she knows this like she knows that the sky is blue and the sun will rise in the morning. if she calls for him, he will answer her. ) 

NOTHING. there is nothing but silence, dead air, dead space, and the sympathetic look on sheev palpatine’s face as he watches her stare, unseeing, out the window. 

❝ he –––– he said this was just a ROUTINE SWEEP, ❞ she whispers. even her voice is shaking. padmé’s eyes shoot up to the chancellor’s, wide and distant, as reality wars with disbelief in her mind. HE’S NOT DEAD. HE CANNOT BE DEAD. ❝ he said.... ❞ anakin, she’s starting to realize, had said a lot of things. they both had.

and death had claimed him still. 

there’s a sharp pain in her stomach, something between a kick and a stab. ( with a kick that hard ? definitely a girl. ) her hand shoots to her side, her free hand clutching the arm of the chair. her throat’s still tight; she thinks she might collapse or be sick or do both. ❝ leia, ❞ she whispers, fingertips digging into the thick robes doing little to hide her swollen stomach, tears starting to fall, hot and heavy. ❝ he said we should name her leia. ❞

[techniiciian]

          Wide  eyes  can’t  help  but  stare  ,  even  as  too  big  glasses  slip  down  his  nose  and  go  crooked  .  He  knows  it’s  not  right  to  stare  .  He’s  been  told  so  many  times  before  by  his  father  ,  and  while  Matt  has  seen  many  different  types  of  people  he  can’t  help  but  be  in  awe  .  The  blonde  boy  is  taken  with  the  sight  before  him  .  Horns  protrude  from  the  other’s  head  like  a  crown  ,  dark  tattoos  stand  out  against  red  skin  ,  and  sharp  yellow  eyes  look  ever  watchful  .  There  a  tilt  of  his  head  ,  brows  furrowing  in  thought  .  What  do  his  horns  feel  like  ?  If  he  asks  ,  will  he  be  allowed  to  touch  ?  Maybe  if  he  asks  nicely  .  .  .    ---    @sithshadow

          “  Um  ,  is  it  ---  is  it  okay  if  I  uh  .  .  .  ”