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—   ❛   i   saw   my   whole   life   as  if  i’d  already  lived  it  .  an  endless  parade  of  parties  and  cotillions  ,  yachts  and  polo  matches  .  always  the  same  narrow  people  ,  the  same  mindless  chatter  .  i  felt  like  i  was  standing  at  a   great   precipice  ,  with  no  one  to  PULL  ME  BACK  ,  no  one  who  cared  ,  OR  EVEN  NOTICED  .   /   not  for  personal  reblog  .

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—   ❛   i   saw   my   whole   life   as  if  i’d  already  lived  it  .  an  endless  parade  of  parties  and  cotillions  ,  yachts  and  polo  matches  .  always  the  same  narrow  people  ,  the  same  mindless  chatter  .  i  felt  like  i  was  standing  at  a   great   precipice  ,  with  no  one  to  PULL  ME  BACK  ,  no  one  who  cared  ,  OR  EVEN  NOTICED  .   /   not  for  personal  reblog  .

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so. i moved anakin to a new blog.

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announcement: i miss anakin.

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i had a dream that anakin was throwing pencils at obi-wan to try and stick them into his beard and honestly... that is the most anakin thing ever and i’m so proud of myself.

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me finding out z/ac e/fron aka troy fucking bolton voiced anakin just blew my mind and now i’m just … all the high school musical memes make so much more sense.

911 I NEED AN ADULT.

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like for a starter! cap five.

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the second death star had exploded, in a mass of fury and rage. but with that, came celebration. the rebellion had won, the time of the empire had ended. emperor palpatine had been killed, his cruel rein was over and all those once trapped and enslaved by him, were free. planets rejoiced, families were reunited. the news of darth vader falling hadn’t taken long to spread across the galaxy, the monster that once roamed the galaxy, once brought fear and misery, a darkness that could not be stopped had finally been destroyed. but the galaxy... did not know the truth. they believed that darth vader had been killed, by jedi knight luke skywalker and the rebellion at his side. but that was so far from the truth, no ––– instead. the late anakin skywalker, who had been trapped for so long behind the mask, had returned. to save his son’s life. being forced to watch palpatine strike down his son, bring him to the edge of death, awoke something in the fallen jedi and without thinking, without hesistation, he had killed the man that brought his son harm, by sacrificing his own life. anakin skywalker had died on the death star and anakin skywalker was granted eternal life as part of the force, due to his heartwarming sacrifice. 

but here came the most difficult part, something he never thought he had the chance to do. a painful encounter that he wasn’t ready for. but one that he had to go through. meeting his wife, for the second time and apologising for the hurt and pain he brought her. for the mistakes he had made. for hurting her and leaving her. for becoming the monster that he too feared.

the blue hue of the man he once was, came before her as the rebellion celebrated. his mouth opened to speak, but no words came out, he didn’t know if she could even see him, or if she could and she was ignoring him... how was it possible to feel a heartbeat race? when he was now a dead man roaming the galaxy? how could he be in such a panic? if he was no longer alive.

❛ padmé... ❜   he was finally able to gather the courage and strength, just to speak her name, a soft smile came across his face, gentle and smug, just like he always used to do.

–––   @eleutherial.

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rutalonidir   /   satine kryze.

                HURT  momentarily  flashes  ‘pon  celestial  facade,   but  she  does  well  to  hide  it  before  it  shows  too  much  —  still,  she  reaches  forward,  careful  not  to  touch  him  yet,  as  one  does  when  approaching  a  scared  animal.  “  anakin,  ”     voice  soft,  gentle  ;  a  mother’s  voice.   “  talk  to  me  please.  what’s  going  on  ??  ”             how  can  i  make  it  better  ??

he glances down at her hand, his eyes wide, almost panic as he moves back, afraid of her touch. afraid to burn her with his skin. afraid that his own body would bring her harm. his shoulders were brought up, trying to protect himself from any touch.    ❛ nothing is wrong. i’m fine. ❜   he protests again, afraid to open up, he couldn’t open up. the doors were now closed.

❛ leave me alone... ❜   he asks again, softer, quietly, barely wanting to be heard.

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starlightfanged   /   shmi skywalker.

“ ani, ani– ” efforts to keep him still, to wipe the dirt away from his face, had been…MOSTLY successful so far, but to do so when he was eager to go meet his friends was no easy feat. “ just promise me you’ll stay close by, understand? ”

with each pull forward, anakin again tried to pull away. his friends were waiting by watto’s shop for him, they were off to their same little spot, the only tree across the plains of tatooine, no leafs, just the branches, but even then it was enough to hide them from the beating heat of tatooine’s suns. but he’d never make it with his mother’s constantly trying to wipe his face clean, he was just going to get more dirty anyway, if him and his friends were going to race like they said they would.

❛ i’m always close, mom! never past the outskirts, i know! please mom! ❜   another tug was given, before he gave up and stood before his mother, huffing with a lower of his shoulders.    ❛ we are just going up to the tree... like we always do. ❜ 

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  –  son  of  the  supernovae,  my  heartbeat  shall  be  the  warsong,  cradle  of  your  bones.    in  your  darkest  moments,  let  me  be  light.   and  even  though  my  womb  knows  not  your  warmth,   my  bosom  does.     a  home  made  out  of  cardboard  to  shield  you  away  from  the  anguish  of  a  world  set  out  to  swallow  whole  your  radiance.       //       anakin  &  satine.  @oletherian

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a reminder that @eleutherial, @rutalonidir and @kybersung are anakin’s favourite people and he would die to protect his wife, mother and daughter.

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he had become the monster that parents warn their children at night, the monster that children claim hides under their bed, the monster that will come if they don’t behave. he had become the galaxy’s most feared thing, not a man, not a person. no, a thing. nothing but machine, he was no longer a man, he was no longer flesh. he was a machine, a walking breathing machine, who had no feelings, who had no thoughts. his only concern, the only thing that mattered to him, was tracking down the rebels that are making their attempt to burn down the empire. how foolish can they be? how can they think they have a chance against the machine that roamed the galaxy.

but it was only when, this machine was forced to stand before the young togruta that he felt himself unable to move. the mechno-legs that he had become so adjusted too, couldn’t take another step forward. frozen on the spot, staring at her from behind the red lenses of his helmet. anakin skywalker’s apprentice. how she had grown in these few short years. the last time the fallen jedi seen her, was only months before the machine arrived and the man known as anakin skywalker was killed.

❛ JEDI. ❜   the voice came out, distorted with the helmet making the effort to make his quieter and burnt voice, louder and deeper, booming across towards her. the apprentice of anakin skywalker, would die today, that he was certain about. another jedi crossed off the list, another enemy of the empire, another traitor, would be wiped clean, making the galaxy a better place.    ❛ ...so far you have come. it was foolish for you to come here today. ❜

––– @kybersung.

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like for a starter! cap five.

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falls asleep on his shoulder. might be drooling a bit.

it had been a long journey through hyperspace, he wasn’t surprised when he felt ahsoka’s head drop onto his shoulder and the light snoring coming from his padawan. he couldn’t help but smile, slowly turning his head to look down at her, not wanting to move too fast or too much, incase he woke her. smiling down at her, he slowly reached down, pressing his lips to the top of her head to kiss the child that he considered his own daughter. the jedi council could tell them all they want, that he shouldn’t get attached, that ahsoka would move on one day, that all he had to do, was teach her and let her go. but he couldn’t. he couldn’t let her go, ahsoka wasn’t his flesh and blood. but she was still his child and he’d do everything he can to protect her and prove that she is one of his own.

an arm is raised, wrapping it around her slowly and pulls her close, not allowing her to slip through his hold and allow her to stay with her head balanced on his shoulder. his own head pressed against hers, listening to her soft breathing, a reminder that she is alright; that he has been able to keep her alive for this long and that she continues to make him proud every single day.

❛ love you snips. ❜   it was a soft whisper, barely even audible, but enough for him to smile even more. soon sinking down next to her, closing his eyes himself and starts to fall asleep with his daughter by his side.  

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rutalonidir   /   satine kryze. 

                  “  you  do  not  need  to  be  FIXED  by  anyone.  do  not  let  them  tell  you  you  need  someone’s  touch  to  heal.  you  have  all  that  you  need  within  yourself.  ”

❛  who says i need to heal? who says i’m... broken. i’m FINE. it is everyone else that is wrong, everyone else that is broken. i just want to me left alone, satine... please.   ❜

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