#INTCTHATGOODNIGHT. ( anakin. )

[fightfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

"Ice 'as been fuck all thin for the last twenty years, or don't you remember global warming's what got this whole shit show rolling?" Sarcasm and bone deep weariness dripped from his words. "Though from the looks of it you might be too young to remember the way things were, before." A shift of his gaze to observe the two kids that were sat, huddled together, watching the two adults with studious eyes. "Listen, buddy, you want to make use of my truck, and my rations, you're going to have to knock that chip off your shoulder before someone, or something else around here does. Got it?"

[knbi]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@intcthatgoodnight ASKED: ❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜ (from anakin)

HE BATTLES briefly with his frustration , knowing it will do no use in this situation . he takes in a sharp breath through his nose for a moment before speaking .

❝ i didn't say that , anakin . nor do i think it . it does stand , however , that in this particular instance , ❞ he gestures vaguely to the prison bars that surround them , ❝ - we are in this mess in part because of your temper . ❞

[killjoysanonymous]

@intcthatgoodnight sent you’re the single most important thing to me . (for padme, from anakin)

ANSWERED ASKS !

The weight of his words is what CONSTANTLY kept her anchored to the ground, unwavering into the thoughts that would push her head into the clouds. Even when his words were out of the realm of possibility, toeing a line between their DESTINY and who they needed to be in the public eye, there was something about him that grounded her. It was that feeling she could HARDLY explain, one that brought a sparkle to her eye and the uplift of a grin to her lips.

"Careful, someone may here you speak-" her words hummed as they stood tucked away in an alleyway, her own hood was up and cascading a shadow over her face. "The look of adoration in your eyes is enough to give you away," Padmé's hand raised to brush against his check. "Dare I say you mean as much or possibly more to me?"

[outlawfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got

"It's not like it's the first time I've had a head laceration, you know," she chided lightly, a half smile as she tried to hide the grimace, knowing his fingers were going to come away sticky with the blood that had been trickling, rather steadily, from her scalp for ... well, long enough that she was glad she was sitting. "It's fine, a few staples, a bacta pack or two, good as new." At least, as soon as there was only one of him, she'd be fine!

[rasafcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin; sw verse.

❛ I’ve been having dreams. ❜

. It was the timbre of confession that clung to the words that drew her focus from the holocron she had been in the middle of repairing, towards the Jedi Knight, more than the words themselves. Everyone dreamed -- or, almost everyone. She did not dream as the organic sentients did. She could simulate the experience, if she felt compelled, but it was not the same. Even the visions that she was granted, now and then, in her meditations were not the same, but she knew that there were times that portends and omens of the future could be received in their slumber by those highly attuned to the Force -- and he most certainly qualified. Then again, sometimes dreams were ... simply dreams. She offered a contemplative gaze, one hand rising to gesture to the cushion across from the low work bench she was sat, cross legged, in front of to work. "Please, join me," Elizabeth suggested, her tone calm, but inviting. "Would you like to talk about what you have been dreaming about, Anakin?"

[halofcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight anakin sent a meme.

❛ Look, I ask and you answer. It's common courtesy, right? ❜

It was taking every ounce of self control that the Spartan possessed not to physically bristle at the figure across from him in the - he assumed it was an interrogation room, and even if that wasn't its original designation, that was its current purpose. First glance would've led most people to think that this boy was simply that, and while he did not exude the kind of strength that John correlated with soldiers, there was a sense of control to his movements and posture that hinted at some form of military training. That still, in John's opinion, didn't give him much wriggle room to ask anything.

Whoever these people were, they'd given him medical treatment when they'd found him (according to them) unconscious in space where he'd been floating for some indeterminate amount of time. His suit, and perhaps more importantly Cortana, were nowhere to be seen, and the medical staff had not taken kindly to his rude awakening on their med bays. Which had led to this particular circumstance.

He'd resisted the urge to fight back against the security forces that had requested he accompany him to someone who could answer his questions. There were too many unknowns. So here he was. Trying not to bristle. The vein in his forehead twitched as he forced himself to exhale slowly, softly.

"John One-One-Seven," he offered, the words stiff, carefully articulated. "Master Chief Petty Officer of the United Nations Security Council."

Another careful inhale. "Now it's my turn -- sir. Where the hell is my suit?"

[brittlefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight - anakin, lyric starter.

"And one day, what's lost can be found."

[quixoticfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

❛ Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share. ❜

"That may be true," Holden admitted with a tired shrug, a hand scraping across his eyes for a moment in a futile attempt to clear some of the fog from his brain. He needed caf. "But I'd rather take the risk involved in giving somebody else the chance to have some empathy, some kindness, some humanity, than go through live without any of my own."

[factiousfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

“So, how do I make you go away?“

"Well, you could try and kill me." It wasn't actually a challenge, it was just -- a fact, really. "Wouldn't be the first, probably won't be the last." A casual shrug of one shoulder. "You could try asking nicely, but that doesn't generally go the way people want it to. Or you could tell me what you are doing here, and what, or who you're after, and if I decide you're not feeding me a line of bullshit, and you're not here to do something I don't like, I'll just let you go on your merry way."

[rasafcrged]

Fort Bragg. North Carolina. Military base, United States Army. It took mere milliseconds to cross reference what information she had about the base, it's location, personnel, purpose. At least, what information she had gleaned from books, encyclopedias, magazines, atlases that she'd found, absorbed. It was ... inconvenient, to say the least, that so much of the world's information had come to rely on computer systems and data networks that were no longer functioning. She could power up any device to read what was stored locally, but she had yet to find a way to access the satellites that were still operational and almost all cell towers and internet providers were long dead. It would take weeks, she estimated, with the children and the delayed progress between terrain, weather and the walking dead. "You were military?" It was the logical conclusion, but he could have just as likely been a civilian attache, and the question seemed a logical one to ask.

"I have no specific destination in mind," she answered, after a moment of consideration. "And no one to look for, so I have just tried to keep myself moving, doing what I can to avoid the gathering packs of the dead." She curled her hands around her mug, drawing it up to take a slow sip of the still steaming liquid. The scent, and taste of it were comforting, even if it wasn't technically needed. "I'm -- grateful, for the company. As long as it lasts. I never thought I would be one to find solitude wanting, but it can be ... burdensome, to be left only with your own thoughts, I've found."

@rasafcrged continued from here

He watched her from across the fire, his eyes sharp and intense, as if he could find the truth or lie written on her face. He’d been called too incense before, by friends who meant well and those who didn’t. People that most likely were dead now. He chose not to respond to her declaration. Her actions would show how honest she was. He hoped she was being honest, if only for the twin's sake. They were already getting attached. This new life of isolation was proving hard on the children who before all this had always been so friendly and outgoing. They got that from their mother.

With a sigh, Anakin settled back against an old pine tree and stretched his legs out. “For now we’re just headed south. There’s Fort Bragg in North Carolina, I spent a few months there years ago. I still remember the area pretty well. With any luck there might be something of it still left.” It would be a long trek by foot with two ten-year-olds who tired easily. Cars were easy to find, it was gas that was proving to be the problem. “What about you?”

[wyldefcrged]

VERSES - generally 1x1 verses developed w/ & for other muns.

@intcthatgoodnight

ITGNSW1: prequel era. somewhat of an alliance - enemy of my enemy type with obi wan. befriends anakin. attempts to help him with his nightmares and dark side tendencies, trying to help him find a balance. potential physical relationship with obi (?) tbd.

ITGNSW2: post prequel era up to & encroaching on og trilogy plots. encounters with obi wan and anakin/vaderkin during obi-wan series, does not tell either the ongoings of the other; includes a working relationship with vader and the inquisitors but does not include her handing over force users to their cause. vaderkin & wynter ship, such as it is.

ITGNSW3: tbd era; sith obi - possibly swtor era or au to prequel/og. obi & wynter ship, such as it is.

ITGNSW4: og trilogy era; has mostly separated entirely from any tied and contact with vader. potential teaching / allyship with luke.

@maidencfdeath

MD1: star wars death sister / whatever dark side thing wynter is with cassie.

MD2: modern reaper & blood witch.

TB1: the boys verse w/ whatever wynter is thrown in - joint verse w/ @fckindiabolicxl & @orphanedshadow

more will be added as developed for my writing partners!

[slayw4lker]

✦ —— ﹙ KENOBI ﹚ ╱ DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK.

stubbornness wrapped around every ivory bone inside his body like a vine, and a singular muscle in his jaw ticked ( out of adrenaline? annoyance? ) as anakin looked over at @intcthatgoodnight. the reprimand was well deserved —— they now sat in what was, more than likely, a dead shuttle. he almost didn't want to leave the bridge to examine the damage... not yet wanting to become witness to just how bent its wings were, how marred the machine has likely now become with ugly gashes, or just how many parts had been inevitably torn off and lost amid its descent.

but he can smell the damage —— burnt and pungent and far too familiar for his senses. he could practically taste it.

❛❛ well it's not my fault that— ❜❜ the quipped retort was on the tip of his tongue but he decidedly cut himself short... because, it ultimately was his fault. ( he should have sensed that something was wrong. ) he should have better controlled its less than gracious fall from hyperspace, he should have done better. ❛❛ never mind. ❜❜ grumbled. it would have been easy to argue like he so badly wanted to; now knowing that they were both safe, it would have been appropriate to do in his mind —— but he'd kindly spare obi-wan the pain. he finally averted his gaze away from him with a still heaving chest and a huff. ❛❛ this is just great. ❜❜

[survivorfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight putting these in individual posts cause I’m typing up on mobile / plots for Anakin.

Okay so this one gets a little tricky. Timeline wise according to canon, Cal actually runs into Vader in the inquisitor base in the first game and then later in the second game Vader kills someone that Cal is very close to. So. If you want to plot with -Vader- we can do some kind of enemies plot orrrrrr I do have a verse where Cal goes dark side after he’s betrayed and two of his friends die and then another one he kills later on that generally just fucks him up. He doesn’t necessarily realize he’s falling at first so maybe Vader captures him and turns him, or - maybe finds some way to lure him more insidiously - the traitor could escape, and Vader is also pursuing him bc the traitor was also ISB intelligence working for a director who was also trying in secret to find ways to undermine Vader so — mutual enemy, Vader offers tidbits of intel to lure Cal into killing and growing angrier the longer the traitor eludes him etc?

However if you want to do Anakin, we can tweak timelines a bit ??? I can throw Cal back a decade or so and they could be Knights at the same time?

Or, if you wanted something more complicated, Cal could time hop somehow to find Anakin, before he falls? (How he knows they’re the same idk but) to try and keep him from falling?

[outlawfcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

"Is it worth dying for?"

"It's definitely worth trying for," the smuggler countered, a smirk playing over her lips as she turned her attention from the occupants of the bar, to the Jedi scowling at her from the next stool over. "Come on, don't tell me you little Anakin Skywalker never dreamed about being a treasure hunter -- and just imagine the look on your council's face, you come traipsing in with something this old, and this important." And this valuable, but he wouldn't be interested in that part.

[lifefcrged]

@intcthatgoodnight / anakin sent a meme.

“I get so mad. I wanna fight the whole world. You got any idea what that feels like?“

                   “I think I might have some idea, yes.”   There was a lightness to her words that did not match her heart, or her mind, or the weight of guilt that sat like Atlas’ stones on her shoulders -- but these were her burdens to bear, not his.   He had more than his own fair share of guilt and burdens to carry.    “Stay still -- this is going to feel ... strange,” she warned him as she curved her fingers to settle around the abrasions and burns against his forearm.  She hadn’t asked where they had come from, or what the other guy looked like.  She didn’t really want to know, if she was being honest with herself.  Sometimes it was easier that way.  

      It wasn’t the first time she’d treated him at her clinic, after hours - hours reserved for patients that were illegals, or mutants that didn’t want to risk being exposed by a doctor not like themselves.   She doubted it would be the last.   Lips pressed thin for a moment as her fingers came into contact with his skin and the abrasion, burns and, just for good measure, assortment of bruises, aches and bumps that were scattered across his body slipped away from his and to her own.    “The world hits harder than you do, though --”  She offered an empathetic smile.  “Than any one of us.”

[rasafcrged]

Fortunately for her, she didn't have to exert a great deal of effort to plant herself directly in his path, stance steady and expression stubborn, one hand raising to pointedly direct him back to the cot. "I don't know what manner of medical staff you are accustomed to dealing with that let you get away with these kinds of shenanigans ---?" A brow jabbed upwards for emphases. "I'm not one of them. Now -- sit," she repeated.

@intcthatgoodnight

“Actually, I understand completely - I understand that I’m fine.” He ignored the sharp pain in his ribs and the throbbing in his head, just as he ignored her command, and instead began to walk away from the cot he had been on. “Seriously, it’s just some bumps and bruises. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”