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anakin dragging obi-wan into fire because he wanted him to feel the pain he did on mustafar i just know anakin had that revenge tactic planned for YEARS he’s a drama king who wanted poetic revenge

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ayo that episode let’s gooooooooo!!

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me staring at anakin: I miss him ur honor

me staring beyond anakin at vader: I miss him.

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Your history is written in blood and bruises.

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𝐑𝐄𝐗 𝐂𝐓-𝟕𝟓𝟔𝟕

                     “   ──   𝐀   𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,   “   Darth   Vader   began,   “if   ever   there   was   one.”   The   soldiers   surrounding      the   one   in   bindings   kept   their   blasters   locked   on   him,   fingers   at   the   ready   to   pull   the   trigger   with   the   sound   of   a   single   command.   A   gloved   hand   moves   to   point   directly   at   the   clone   trooper   before   him,   a   single   gesture   that   felt   as   though   the   Sith   Lord   had   narrowed   the   entire   galaxy   down   to   the   tip   of   his   finger   and   aimed   it   directly   at   the   former   Captain.   “Do   not   presume   modesty   will   save   you.”

“We   were   given   direct   orders   from   Officer   Gent   to   execute   any   trespassers,   Lord   Vader.”   One   of   the   commanding   troopers   explained,   his   expressionless   helm   now   attentive   to   the   Sith   while   his   blaster   remained   trained   on   the   clone,   “If   the   prisoner   is   of   any   importance,   we   were   not   made   aware   of   it   until   your   direct   order   came   through   to   ──   ah!”   The   trooper’s   words   were   lost   as   the   Sith   Lord   commanded   the   Force   and   swept   both   of   their   blasters   from   their   grips   and   threw   them   aside   several   meters.   The   two   of   them   took   a   moment   (   maybe   even   several   )   to   regain   themselves   before   straightening   back   up   and   standing   at   attention,   not   a   peep   from   either   of   them.   The   turn   of   his   black   helm   in   their   direction   caused   an   anxious   shift   in   both   of   their   postures,   but   they   held   their   ground   (   some   of   the   Empire’s   finest,   it   seemed   ).   “I   am   well   aware   of   your   orders,   captain.   It   seems   that   you   are   not   fully   aware.   ‘Execute   trespassers,   detain   war   criminals.’   If   I   am   not   mistaken,   Captain,   a   rogue   Clone   Trooper   would   qualify.”   He   finished.   That   kept   the   silence   between   the   two   other   troopers   before   Darth   Vader   looked   back   at   the   veteran   clone.   

“What   is   your   CT   number,   clone?   What   were   you   hoping   to   find?”

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ahsoka: i think you make a lot of people very nervous.

anakin: that’s because they’re all a bunch of bitch-ass white boys.

ahsoka: 

ahsoka: i hate to break this to you, but you’re also a bitch-ass white boy.

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fhett·:

           𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐀    𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓    𝐇𝐀𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍    𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐎𝐅    𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒    𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆    𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇    .    though    he    can’t    do    any    BOUNTY    HUNTING    anymore    ,    the    one    thing    that    always    kept    him    GOING    ;    kept    him    BUSY    ,    kept    him    SANE    and    JUST    ALRIGHT    ,    vader    called    on    him    after    finding    he    was    PERMANENTLY    BLINDED    and    gave    him    something    NEW    .    vader’s    PERSONAL    BODYGUARD    ,    something    boba    REFUSED    at    first    :    he    KNOWS    darth    vader    does    not    need    a    bodyguard    .    a    SITH    LORD    who    can    TAKE    OUT    a    WHOLE    PLATOON    by    himself    needing    a    guard    ?    BULLSHIT    .    he    knows    what    people    still    SAY    about    vader    ,    has    been    WARNED    more    than    once    to    get    away    (    even    by    the    man    himself    )    ,    but    he    WAS    the    galaxy’s    most    feared    bounty    hunter    ,    and    the    ONLY    ONE    that    could    get    the    job    done    for    him    .

           but    what    is    he    NOW    ?    vader    PITIES    him    ,    SOMEHOW    ,    that’s    why    he’s    asked    .    he    KNOWS    it    .    boba    fett    is    receiving    some    sort    of    COMPASSION    and    he    doesn’t    want    it    ;    it    makes    him    feel    WEAKER    than    he    already    is    .    his    original    plan    was    to    sit    in    his    ship    and    let    himself    WASTE    AWAY    until    he    eventually    DIED    there    after    he    was    blinded    (    maybe    vader    SENSED    that    )    .

           as    boba    CAREFULLY    maneuvers    the    halls    he    first    STOPS    in    the    doorway    to    where    vader    is    in    the    bacta    tank    ,    seeing    the    OUTLINE    of    the    sith    lord    with    his    upgraded    helmet    .    his    WHITE    ARMOR    is    in    stark    contrast    to    EVERYTHING    ELSE    here    ,    making    him    stand    out    and    feel    UNNERVING    rather    than    FEARED    and    INTIMIDATING    regardless    of    all    the    WEAPONRY    on    his    form    and    blaster    rifle    in    his    hands    .    still    ,    he    stops    just    short    of    BUMPING    into    the    tank    and    tilts    his    chin    up    .    ❛    .    .    .    VADER.    ❜

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇   𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃   his   meditation   and   opened   his   eyes.   His   pale,   flame   scorched   skin   stared   back   at   him   through   the   reflection   of   the   glass.   Without   the   connection   to   his   suit   the   Sith   Lord   was   more   completely   aware   of   his   body;   or   lack   of   one.   There   was   a   constant   pain   burning   through   his   flesh,   even   through   the   flesh   that   was   no   more.   The   stumps   of   his   legs   burned   in   what   felt   the   same   fashion   they   had   all   those   years   ago   on   the   darkened   beach   of   Mustafar.   But   he   welcomed   the   pain   as   it   fed   into   his   hatred   and   therefore   his   strength.   His   meditation   had   sharpened   the   edges   of   his   anger.   

Eyes   open   now,   he   could   clearly   see   the   presence   he   had   already   known   was   here.   Boba   Fett   stood   just   outside   of   the   tank,   and   though   Vader   knew   the   other’s   sight   was   gone,   he   could   feel   Fett   staring   right   at   him,   deeper   than   anyone   in   the   galaxy   dared   to   try.   The   dark   lord   had   shifted   as   his   suit   and   prosthetics   were   reattached   to   his   body.   The   armor   of   death   had   steadily   been   brought   back   piece   by   piece   until   only   one   part   remained.   Drawing   on   the   Force   he   activated   an   automated   arm   that   then   descended,   bringing   down   the   metal   face   plate   of   his   helmet   and   masked   him   in   the   shell   in   which   he   had   learned   to   exist   within.   The   helm’s   neuroneedles   stabbed   into   the   skin   of   his   skull   and   the   base   of   his   spine   so   he   became   one   with   his   body,   mind,   and   armor.   His   respirated   breathing   echoed   off   the   walls.   Darth   Vader   had   arrived.   “…   Boba   Fett.”   he   returned   to   the   other,   “What   news   have   you   brought   me.”

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*sips from frappe like i didn’t just fall into the void randomly*    sup

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Darthfett x parks & recreation

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hisfailure·:

so   thoroughly   entangled   in   his   own   distress  ,    obi - wan   misses   the   slow   approach   of   his   former   padawan      –      a   very   rare   occurrence  ,    indeed.      maul   is   back.      maul   is   back  ,    and   he   has   torn   satine   from   obi - wan’s   arms      –      killed   her   just   as   he   had   his   master.      who   is   next  ,    if   he   isn’t   stopped?      anakin  ,    ahsoka?      he   has   proven   he   will   stop   at   nothing   to   punish   obi - wan   for   failing   to   kill   him.      obi - wan   knows   these   anxieties   are   unbecoming   of   a   jedi   master.      he   knows   that   he   should   release   them   into   the   force      –      and   he   fails   to   do   so   again   and   again  ,    unable   to   center   himself   enough   to   do   so   because   of   his   anxiety.      a   truly   vicious   cycle.

he   jerks   once  ,    hard  ,    as   arms   come   around   him  ,    but   it   takes   only   a   moment   for   him   to   register   the   signature   that   has   enveloped   him.      anakin  ,    warm   and   solid   and   a   sun   in   his   own   right   in   the   force.      anakin  ,    who   must’ve   sensed   his   distress   through   the   bond.      anakin  ,    who   certainly   shouldn’t   have   to   fret   over   his   old   master.      but   obi - wan   is   exhausted  ,    grieving  ,    and   unresisting.      he   sags   into   the   embrace  ,    pressing   his   forehead   to   his   former   padawan’s   shoulder.       “      anakin.      ”

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                     “   ──   𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.   .   .   “   he   responds   softly.   It   isn’t   much   said   in   return   but   in   the   moment,   but   that   was   okay.   There   weren’t   enough   words   in   any   language   that   would   have   satisfied   the   elder,   Anakin   had   come   to   realize.   Though   Obi-Wan   would   have   never   admitted   how   deep   his   feelings   for   Sataine   had   gone,   it   was   clear   by   the   heavy   ache   left   in   the   Force   that   its   depth   was   far   deeper   than   even   Anakin   would   have   dared   to   guess.   Obi-Wan   Kenobi,   a   shining   beacon   of   what   makes   a   true   Jedi,   was   now   dimmed   and   flickering.   

The   younger’s   eyelids   fell   shut   as   he   strengthened   their   bond,   eager   to   help   pick   the   other   up   if   he   felt   that   he   may   fall.   He   would   not,   could   not,   let   Obi-Wan   suffer   on   his   own.      Maul...   how   much   would   he   take   before   he’d   ever   be   satisfied?   How   much   more   would   Obi-Wan   lose   before   it   was   too   much?   Was   it   already   too   much?   Anakin   relaxed   in   his   arms,   “It’s   okay   to   grieve.   To   feel   loss,   Master.”   he   said   gently,   waiting   for   a   reprimand   of   some   sort,   even   if   it   were   a   gentle   one.   

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                𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦                            𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵                             𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴                                       𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥                                                    𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥                                                             𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵

            𝐈𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐞𝐥. 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬. 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐉

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Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wordsnquotes)

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starter for @jaigcaptain​

                     𝐀   𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆,   𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊   𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄   ──   that   is   Darth   Vader.   In   a   sea   of   attentive   stormtroopers   clad   in   white   armor,   the   Sith   Lord   stands   against   them   like   a   monolith   stands   against   an   ocean.   He   will   not   be   deterred   and   a   path   clears   for   his   arrival   without   question.   His   cape   billows   in   the   wind   behind   him   like   an   ominous   dark   cloud,   buffeting   his   already   hulking   body.   Even   behind   their   expressionless   helmets   it   is   clear   that   there   is   a   sense   of   curiosity   emanating   from   each   soldier   (   who   exactly   was   this   man   that   they   had   just   captured   that   would   warrant   a   personal   visit   to   some   backwoods   planet   from   Darth   Vader   himself?   ).   But   not   a   word   was   spoken   as   the   Sith   Lord   stops   in   front   of   the   two   commander   Stormtroopers   who   had   their   blasters   pointed   at   a   man   kneeling   on   the   ground.   

A   face   that   he   had   seen   time   and   time   again   during   the   time   before   the   Empire;   a   face   that   had   once   been   branded   to   the   Galactic   Republic   as   defenders   of   democracy   ──   the   face   of   a   clone.   And   not   just   any   clone...   no...   this   very   particular   clone   had   once   been   an   ally   from   a   life   he   had   barely   remember   and   could   hardly   call   his   own   anymore.   Captain   Rex   of   the   Galactic   Republic   Army,   501st   Legion.   Captain   to   General   Anakin   Skywalker.   

“It   seems   you   do   not   lack   imagination.   Not   many   would   have   made   it   this   far   into   Imperial   territory   before   being   captured.”

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starter for @fhett​

                     𝐈𝐓   𝐈𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊   𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒   𝐎𝐅   his   mind   that   he   finds   whatever   solace   he   can   amongst   all   of   the   chaos;   it   is   the   chaos   of   anger,   hate,   and   sorrow   that   steers   him   to   the   solitude   of   the   bacta   tank.   In   a   way,   this   is   the   only   place   in   the   galaxy,   aside   from   the   deepest   parts   of   himself,   that   Anakin   Skywalker   exists.   He   is   not   the   Jedi   Knight   who   had   once   fought   for   peace   and   security   over   the   galaxy   ──   no   ──   but   he   exists   as   a   very   real   phantom   that   haunts   the   Sith   Lord   day   in   and   day   out.   ‘   you   deserve   the   pain,   you   deserve   the   pain,   you   deserve   the   pain...’      is   all   the   phantom   whispers.   And   though   pain   is   what   fuels   his   anger   and   his   hate,   there   are   times   when   even   Darth   Vader   himself   becomes   so   overwhelmed   with   it   all   that   he   muses   to   himself   whether   it   would   have   been   better   to   perish   in   the   fiery   rivers   of   Mustafar.

Bubbles   from   the   bacta   trail   his   body   as   the   liquid   works   away   at   his   aching   body.   There   is   a   pressure   that   builds   in   the   back   of   his   mind,   at   the   base   of   his   neck.   No,   it   isn’t   the   bacta,   but   something   he   has   come   to   find   far   more   soothing   ──   Boba   Fett.   Vader’s   eyelids   open   and   he   sees   his   bounty   hunter   clad   in   all   white   coming   into   view   right   outside   the   bacta   tank.   With   little   effort,   he   uses   the   Force   to   begin   clearing   the   tank   and   readying   himself   for   his   suit.

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darth vader starter for @galaxycrxss​ ! [ crosshair ]

                     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇   𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒   𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,   an   omen   of   death.   “You   have   proven   yourself   most   useful   to   the   Empire.”   The   mechanical   chambers   of   his   lungs   breathe   in   before   forcing   the   air   back   out   with   the   distinguished   sound   of   his   respirator   filling   the   silence   between   his   words,   “The   Emperor   has   selected   you   and   your   newfound   group   to   find   and   execute   enemy   operatives   on   the   planet   of   Iespa   under   my   command.”