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me immediately logging in to read jude's starter @shepcdr-n / @shepcdr

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//Is your sith!luke active of late? -@slayerofhutts

hello!! my muse for luke / starkiller isn't as active + strong nowadays, and it's entirely due to a lack of interaction. i almost always want to get the ball rolling, but vaderkin frequently takes the spotlight because he's more popular, hands down. TLDR: i'll write luke whenever motivation strikes or when i've plotted extensively with someone ✨

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mermay passed so quickly 💀 i wanna post this stuff—just somewhere not on my art blog lol so im spamming here bc i just don't give a shit anymore

some mermanakin wips from last year that i didn't actually finish

( tbf ill prob be redoing his face soon )

went for a dragon / serpentine tail

more mermay - feat injured vaderkin

!! THERE IS MILD GORE AHEAD !!

VADERKIN'S MISSING AN ARM — LOOK AWAY NOW IF YOU DISLIKE GORE.

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anyway, vaderkin lost his arm battling a vicious gang of human scalers who hunt merpeople for their scales !!!!!

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i desperately want to add a devil may cry verse but i already have so many random ass video game AUs

me @ me: stop creating AUs and do replies also me: okay sure but what if vaderkin is mundus' son

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probably should've mentioned it's that time of year again, in which my family gets together for family reunion(s). i always, always get super stressed during this time bc of the chaos that is my large family—like to the point of losing sleep lol—so i've been insanely MIA as a result!! very sorry for the radio silence, hope to get back on schedule soon, across all my blogs!!

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                𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝙰𝚁  𝙷𝙰𝙳  𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳,  𝙱𝚄𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴  𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙰  𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶. the republic had been in decline long before its final collapse, and in the outer rim where governance had always been tenuous, decay had long set in.  without infrastructure, effective regulation, or even the pretense of order, necessity dictated survival, not law.  crime was not an aberration; it was the inevitable byproduct of a system left in chaos.

darth vader understood this well. he’d seen it firsthand as a child, long before he had taken a new name.  corruption had not merely seeped into republic space, it had been there all along, concealed by the illusion of control: isolated cases, statistical anomalies the authorities could dismiss.  but over time, the irregularities became trends, and trends became inevitabilities.  the republic, unable or unwilling to adapt, had slowly submerged under the weight of its own negligence.

slavery had been the most striking contradiction of all. the republic’s stance was unambiguous, but its actions bespoke a deeper truth.  outlawed in name, yet it flourished in practice, driven by greed and facilitated by the complacency of those in power.  slavers moved freely, unchallenged, and took from the colonies, from the core, and even from within the jedi order itself: padawans, separated from their masters in the chaos of war, taken and sold as rare commodities, their value determined not by their potential but by the ignorance of those who should have protected them.

      the republic had known; the jedi council had known.               𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇.

as a padawan, anakin struggled to reconcile the contradictions, the inexplicable apathy of those in power.  the republic’s laws forbade slavery, yet they did nothing to eradicate it.  the jedi, guardians of peace and justice, had spoken in measured tones of compassion and diplomacy, yet they had denied him the right to return to tatooine to free his own mother.  he’d questioned, even then, what purpose sanctions served if they could not dismantle the trade they condemned.  what was the value of isolating entire planets if suffering persisted unchecked?

anakin had been young, too inexperienced to grasp the fundamental truth: the republic’s principles were hollow, and the jedi’s wisdom was, at times, indistinguishable from indifference.  vader understood now.  and unlike the frightened boy he had once been, he had the power to alter reality, itself.

as emperor, his first decree was absolute: the abolition of slavery across all worlds under his dominion.  by force, if necessary.  and force was necessary.  there was no negotiating with slavers, no reforms that would undo the suffering they had inflicted.  the only viable solution was their eradication.

in the weeks following his discovery of sidious’s secret laboratories, vader turned his attention to the criminal syndicates, particularly those whose fortunes built upon the trade in sentient lives.  methodically, relentlessly, he dismantled them.  names he’d once feared in childhood, the unseen specters that had haunted him on tatooine—now, at last, he had given them form, only to erase them.   no child should ever again know such terror.  there were no survivors.  none, except those who could provide intelligence on other trafficking rings, though compliance granted no assurances.

𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐘  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄, but by utility—and even that was inconsistent.   he was not always in the mood to let them speak.

perhaps the recent violence had dulled the sharp edge of his wrath.  a temporary equilibrium, perhaps, in which bloodlust had given way to an unusual, almost uncharacteristic patience.  that would account for the strange tolerance with which darth vader now observed the youngling exploring the periphery of his throne chamber, an incongruous figure dwarfed by the geometry of the hall, his voice bright with questions as he traced the passage of tie fighters across the viewport with an eager, outstretched hand.

there was something eerily familiar about that curiosity, that unfiltered fascination.  vader could remember a time when he, too, had looked at starships not as instruments of war, but as ingenuity.

      ❝a tie fighter, hm?❞  his voice was a quiet rumble, his gloved fingers pressed against his temple in a pose that may have been contemplative, if not for the indifference pasted on his face.  ❝you’ve spent enough time under the dominion of others.  if flight offers you freedom, then you will fly.  i will see to it.❞

there was no kindness in the statement.  if the child’s connection to the force had survived intact, he would sense the hint of amusement the dark lord had allowed himself to express.

⊹ ⸻ 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋, the passage of time was imperceptible with its absence of windows, constantly bathed in the darkness that even threatened to swallow his sanity whole, at least whatever was left of it. the room━which shrunk as he grew━was small and barren; just enough space for caleb to sit and stretch his legs. nothing was ever provided to mediate the drops in temperature, nor were there any measures to cool from the sweltering heat. compared to the other subjects, it seemed that caleb xia got special treatment, having received more meals than necessary to keep him 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄, even after the lab was long abandoned following the ( supposed ) death of darth sidious.

in a strange way, his cell provided him some comfort. after all, it was a constant in his unpredictable life under sidious' experimentation. he knew that the dark would remain the same each time he was thrown back into the abyss, unlike the tests in which he was unable to tell what horrors await him. sometimes, it helped to be oblivious about the pain he would be forced to endure. sleep became a solace because at least in that state of rest, was he able to seemingly not exist. unable to think, no reflections, the closest he could get to death.

hence, the new room in which he was given with its creature comforts, even though he spent already a standard month in medbay, made him utterly restless. the walls had no marks etched into them to keep track of the days passed, which caleb had measured with each concluding experimental trial back in his cell. now able to see the rise and fall of the sun, there was virtually no need to keep track of time. it was not worth the effort to use the cutlery given to mark another day that passed.

in the years he spent being poke and prodded like something that was expendable, he learned not to trust others, since there was no definitive indication that they would stay true to their word. this, in turn, made him suspicious of the medic who vehemently insisted that darth sidious was dead. he had more than enough time to observe to plan his escape, and once he made it past the doors of medbay, there was a lot of improvisation and research to do to get to the throne room. sure, he knocked out some people, but at least they had a pulse when caleb was through with them━a decision that would certainly displease sidious.

vader's response did not make him happy, either. caleb's brows furrowed, surveying the emperor's relaxed posture. “ you saved me, ” the young force user insisted. it was obvious that there was enough resources left behind to ensure he 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝑫𝑰𝑬. he didn't want to know how long he would have had left, if not for the miracle that materialized as the 501st. “ that's why... ” his voice caught in his throat. “ that's why i don't know how else to repay you. ” especially when he had nothing to his name. no credits, stripped of his possessions, unable to ransack the facility for his lightsaber, a memoriam of days long gone.

he turned his head towards the window. it was nice to see coruscant teeming with life and the occasional craft that flew by. it reminded him that he wasn't alone, after all, that his life before sidious wasn't something he made up. he pivoted his body towards the aperture. his prison felt like a time capsule, with reality being completely unbearable that it felt nice to dream of all that could be. it did not matter how impossible the aspirations were, as his assumption was that the last breath he would take would be in the forsaken facility. the reflection of a TIE glided over his eyes. for a child who believed the jedi order━which was gone, apparently━was his purpose... what now will be the meaning to life?

caleb turned his head back to the emperor, his ebony hair bouncing with his brief movement, and index finger pointing at the TIE fighter. “ can i fly one of those? ”

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i haven't drawn on my personal tablet in so long, i felt stupid holding the pen lmfao anyway, nothin' to see here, just a doodle of vaderkin bc ofc the first thing i doodle is my homicidal son 💀

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me, writing out a reply: damn vaderkin u got a messed up head lol me: me: me: me: wait, people know he's biased, right

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                ❝𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙼𝚈  𝚂𝙾𝙽.  𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙵𝚄𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴.❞    but if the emperor of the galactic empire wanted cal kestis married, then cal kestis would have already married.

vader examined his apprentice, one brow arched in silent appraisal.  the subject of marriage had crept into their conversation without warning, an odd and rather misplaced addition, with no discernible link to the matter at hand.  stranger still was cal’s apparent fixation on it.  of all the things to occupy his mind — 𝐖𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋, 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 — why this?   what did the public’s perception of vader’s apprentice have to do with the institution of marriage?   and when, precisely, had the thought even taken root?

had cal arrived at this dilemma on his own, or had one of his insufferable companions planted the seed?  vader could hardly keep track of the faces that orbited his eldest son. fleeting presences.  insignificant.  none had warranted his attention, let alone his interest.

            ❝if you wish to marry, then marry.  if you do not, then don’t.❞  uncertainty was a luxury afforded only to those weak enough to squander it.   ❝the empire has no interest in your indecision.❞  a little stark, but in essence the truth.  the dark lord had never been one to hedge his words, and this occasion was no different.

then, after a measured beat, vader’s tone shifted, drier now, as he leaned back into his throne. ❝if you seek my blessing, ask me when you’ve managed to complete a full sentence.❞

@skysaunter | 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

✱ ⸻ 𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫, unsuspecting of the emperor's response, the other's grasp around his mandible certainly a first. it caused him to jerk his head slightly, as if expecting... pain.

when none came, he searched for an answer, relaxing his tense shoulders. he was long past being the young man who sought validation, having found peace within himself, knowing that he was more than 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. yet still, the opinions of others were difficult to block out, gnawing on his conscience in the moments where the only noise he could hear were the thoughts he was unable to ignore.

cal swallowed. “ neither... ” a moment past, as his eyes glanced away, realizing that wasn't the truth. “ maybe i care too much. i don't want to be seen as terrifying. ”

he looked into vader's eyes. perhaps there was no better time than the present to speak his mind. “ ...i don't want to get married. ” where did this come from ? it wasn't only from the holonet tabloids, but also from the murmurs he has heard in public. it was his assumption that the holonet and the public's words may reflect things vader has yet to speak to cal about.

“ i- i don't have anyone to marry. ” a lie, even bd-1 gave him a weird look, constricting his optics. he shifted one foot. “ or... maybe i do, she's great but ― ” what was his point, again ? “ ...do you want me to get married? i just turned twenty six... ”

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. UPDATE

got a bunch done!! made bode's carrd + updated my rules across all my blogs. gonna be working on replies for the rest of the day!!

. BLOG ROLL @stillsolo - han solo. @keztis - cal kestis. @akunaa - bode akuna.

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@affinitytwenty 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :: ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞

                𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻  𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚂  𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴  𝙸𝙽  𝚆𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂:  classified intelligence detailing a string of underground research facilities scattered across the outer-rim’s most obscure, backwater planets.  at vader’s command, elite commando squads stormed the compounds, dismantling a mass network of complex traps and security measures left behind for those unwelcome.  captain rex led the ground assault, apprehending the remaining personnel, confiscating lab equipment, and seizing invaluable research logs, every record a potential key to understanding the purpose of their presence and the true nature of the research.

then came the discovery.      imprisoned deep within the hidden laboratories, the remains of force-sensitive beings—malnourished, restrained, their very existences erased from the galaxy.  it should have come as no surprise, yet the revelation had disquieted even the most battle-hardened of the 501st.

❝there were more,❞ captain rex debriefed upon his return to coruscant days later, his voice quiet, plaintive.  ❝mostly bodies.❞   men and women of varying age, species, class—all subjected to darth sidious’s cruel experimentation.  not even the little ones had made it out.

the recovered data painted a grim picture, the sheer scale of the casualties staggering.  identification would take time; every day uncovered new atrocities, spanning multiple locations, stretching back decades, with even some brutalities discovered in cryogenic storage, preserved for further research, as though death alone had not been enough.

by the time rex finished presenting the state of the ongoing investigation, rage had eclipsed vader’s expression.  the reality was indisputable: countless innocent lives had perished without purpose, without reason.  and then, rex introduced the only known survivor of sidious’s violence.

young, force-sensitive, and emaciated beyond comprehension, the child was a tragedy at best and an abomination at worst.

disgusted by the all too familiar cruelty, vader had ordered the youngling to the medical bay, where he received immediate medical treatment, sustenance, and indefinite shelter.   now, a standard month later, the same boy stood before him—seemingly of his own volition—having sidestepped multiple layers of security in an audacious attempt to seek an audience with the emperor.

               ❝you owe me nothing,❞ vader dismissed with a wave of his hand as he settled back into his throne.  a child could not grasp the concept of a life debt.  they were too young to understand the weight of such contracts, too innocent to realize the value of their short existence.  ❝i did not save you to shackle you with obligation.❞

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🧧 恭喜發財!! 新年快樂!! 🧧 happy lunar new year!! may the new year bring us all abundance!!

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#𝙺𝙴𝚉𝚃𝙸𝚂            𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚂 .                 ❝  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐌𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 .  ❞

indie , 21+ writer , private & semi-sel , NOVELLA-PREFERRED / MULTI-PARA ONLY , canon div. / alt. verse / oc / crossover / duplicate friendly , heavily headcanon-developed , EU-canon / legends-lore based by default ( fallen order-centric ) cal k. from star wars: fallen order & survivor.                  please read rules before following / interacting. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:  i will not follow you back if you do not have a rules page / if your rules page is still under construction.  i am happy to wait until it's completed!

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@wraekage 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 :: working too hard can give you a heart attack. (anakin)

                𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙰  𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿  𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙴,  𝚂𝙺𝚈𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝙴𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙳  𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 , the glow of its screen still burning in his peripheral vision. his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose, massaging away the mounting pressure, but the ache remained, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

❝working too hard might give me a heart attack, but doing nothing would probably drive me crazy,❞ anakin muttered below his breath, the words a familiar bitter mantra, before his throat tightened on a dry rasp as he swallowed, the motion almost painful. an acrid taste lingered on his tongue. blast — he hadn’t eaten in hours, had he? he squeezed his eyes shut, but the darkness behind his eyelids offered no solace. instead, it intensified the sharp pinpricks lancing through his temples.

                 maybe violet was right. the concession slipped through unbidden, reason whispering against stubborn pride. but stopping, even for a moment, felt impossible.

anakin flexed his hands, his fingertips tingling. he couldn’t afford stillness. stopping meant facing the precarious tower of responsibilities he’d built, and every second it teetered closer to collapse. the datapad chimed softly, breaking through his thoughts. its message light blinked in steady intervals — yet another taunting reminder that the galaxy never paused. and neither could he.

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TITLE: what is your curse? take the linked quiz and post the results!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇 what a lovely light—what a shining thing, just outside your reach.  but you were given legs to walk, so really, you are blameless.  adoration, exultation, fluttering bark-winged joy.  never mind the dark beyond.  never mind the aching wings.  never mind the part of you that curls inside the cocoon, husked and rotting in its acid desire — why should you always be the moth, and never the flame?   where is your lantern?    WHERE IS YOUR LIGHT?    but you were not made for that.  you love to love.  never mind.  never mind.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 of HUNGER.  of envy.  your curse pricks along your skin, calls your nerves to attention, electric soldiers glaring in the moonlight.  you know what you want.  you can taste it.  you have imagined a hundred times what it might be like for those hungers to be filled.  but you know what you would have to become — what you have secretly always been, under the tight-stretch gauze of your sun-time skin.  it may have been a wound that made you, but the tooth left behind looked strangely like your own.    SWALLOW YOUR HUNGER tonight.   maybe all you need to change is ache.

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i caught the fluuu 😩😷

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OKAY. added some updates / clarifications. didn't realize i left out sm important information 💀

added anakin's mass effect verse!! also decided not to make a separate page for vader bc so much of his history reflects anakin's—even his injuries!! they were 100% glued at the hip 🤡 even when they got their asses blown up 🤡🤡