NEW GAME BASED ON SOLO LEVELING - Solo leveling: Arise
Releasing globally on the 8th of may, 2024 (though you can get it early using a vpn)
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So.. Vegeta was killed by Frieza AGAIN in RoF and I refuse to just shrug it off with "eh, but he was only dead for like one minute" I don't care Whis rewinded the time immediately after it happened, Vegeta was actually dead and it was Frieza that killed him
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#On the flip side its a horror story for padme#What she woke up one day and realized she wasn't in love with anakin and never had been?(via @gaily-daily-musings)
You know how in aotc Padme went from being creeped out by Anakin to confessing her love in two seconds flat? What if Anakin had mind manipulated her into liking him back? Not even on purpose, just his vibes in the Force are so strong it kinda just happened without him realizing? Like he genuinely thought his bad flirting worked and he's just that irresistible?
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WIP Wednesday: Raised-as-a-Sith Vader
This started as a prompt fill for @himilce-persephoniea but then quickly spiralled into its whole own thing and also never reached the prompted dialogue (sorry friend, I'll get there eventually). So, um, new fic, I guess?
Vader curses as he reaches a dead end. It’s not often that his senses fail him, but this cave is a labyrinth, and something about the stone is muffling his hold on the Force.
He turns on shaky legs to find a different route, but Kenobi is already stepping into the mouth of the chamber, eyes sharp and watchful.
Vader leans back against the wall, letting it support his trembling body under the cover of darkness.
He calls out, hoping to stop the Jedi before he gets too close.
“Let me go, Kenobi. We don’t need to fight, isn’t that what you always say?”
“Us not fighting is very much contingent on you no longer committing atrocities.” Kenobi gestures to the Sith artifact held tightly in Vader’s palm. “And that is very much an atrocity.”
Vader bares his teeth, trying to straighten up as the Jedi comes within arm’s reach. He has his hands up and away from his lightsaber, as if Vader is some sort of wild animal that needs to be tamed.
For some reason, Vader has yet to draw his own saber.
“Technically,” he says. “You owe me one, Kenobi.”
Kenobi pauses only a moment before shaking his head. “This isn’t about debts, Vader. If that artifact makes it back to Sidious, countless innocents will suffer.”
Vader swallows hard, trying to ignore the pleading look on Kenobi's face. “I— I don't care,” he snarls forcefully.
If I should have to suffer, they should too.
Somehow, Kenobi seems to think the appropriate response to this is touching him.
Vader flinches away, but the Jedi follows him with soft, gentle hands, laying a palm on his cheek.
He leans so close that their foreheads touch, their breaths lingering in the same space.
“You don't mean that,” Kenobi says softly. “I know you don't.”
Anakin shudders, closing his eyes in defeat.
How long has it been since someone touched him like this? Since someone believed he'd do the right thing, if he had the choice?
How long has it been since he's had the choice at all?
“Fine,” he whispers. “Take it then.”
So Kenobi slips the artifact from limp fingers, turning to stow it in the bag at his waist. The Jedi will return it to his Temple, where it will be safe and looked after. Not misused. Not a weapon.
Easy as that.
“Thank you, Vader.” Kenobi gives him a small smile, stepping away— and Vader feels something like panic rise in his chest. Like an opportunity is slipping away.
“Anakin!” he blurts out.
Kenobi stops, looking confused.
“My name,” he clarifies. “It's—”
“Anakin.” Kenobi's smile broadens into something sweeter. Something kinder. “You can call me Obi-Wan, then.”
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