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[emiri]

fast and loose role-play

free and easy love, that's how it's s'posed to be!

want to thread with one of mine but aren't in the same game? want me to do something with one of yours in bakerstreet? can't find a good recent bakerstreet meme but want to thread anyway? want to explore au scenarios together? annoyed that i dropped that character you really wanted a thread with?

well drop me a comment here with whatever scenario (or link to a meme) you want, specify the character you want, and we can thread the merry day away!

any active or retired character from the muse list with two stars or more is fair game!

homeless characters are slightly different in that most of them don't have journals or icons set up, so you may have to give me a day or so to do that. and in some cases, a couple more days to canon review if i haven't in a while.

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[supportsystem]

[Each memory she projects is met with a bitter, if brittle, wall. Every moment where they saved a planet, he points out that it had been both of them. Every trooper who survived is just one that hadn't died, and there were countless clone troopers out there fighting a war that would never end. The Council has a plan to use the war to take over—that's what Palpatine has told him, and Anakin can see it so clearly. It makes sense that they would limit one of their own when he could stop them himself.

His anger is like a wave that freezes and collides with its end destination sharply, hitting with much more force than intended. Within him, a war wages on between control and wanting to turn it against her, and it's the imperfect balance of his mind that oddly wins out—for Ahsoka. The good is still there, unforgotten, even if being without her makes him feel powerless. Some part of him feels like he should be there with her ... here, in this place. She can't live without him. She can't survive without him.

(These are things that are blatantly untrue, even if he wishes they were.)

Anakin wants to make this about Ahsoka because the true answer lies in her question. He has hurt Padmé before. This much he knows. She has been on the receiving end of his desperation to keep her safe too many times, to the point where his kindness has turned into something crueler. But despite the fact that he has certainly caused her pain, it has never been to the degree of brutality that he fears his future self might cause.

And the fear lies in this: he knows what he's capable of. He knows what he would do to save her. And Palpatine had baited him, had laid that out in waiting.

His brow furrows.

What should I do, Ahsoka? He doesn't extend the question forward as an answer. Instead, he feels resolved in the answer, even if he doesn't openly admit it to himself. It's almost like admitting it means he is omitting one path along the way.]

[resnipstance]

[The bitterness is new. The Council having some kind of plan to take over is new. She doesn't want to believe it. She knows the Order has strayed, but a Jedi take-over would run contrary to the very foundation of the Order. It doesn't make any sense. Is this the source of the turbulent change in Anakin's feelings towards the Jedi? It's too much, for a moment-- she struggles to remain calm.

Anakin, why does it feel like you're fighting me? Where's this all coming from?

She thinks about his question in return. She isn't really sure if any answer she can provide will suffice. Who's she to advise her old master? She didn't even complete her training. Anakin's always been the one between them with the answers. Not her. It feels too presumptuous. She wonders if he hasn't figured out an answer already. That would be like the Anakin she knows.

That gives her an idea, though. Instead of projecting an answer, she projects another memory. Not a vague one this time, not a barrage. A specific one. Years ago, now, but still crystal clear in her mind as if it happened yesterday. Back when she was still only fourteen, when she was reckless and fearless. She'd had another near-brush with death due to disobeying orders, as she so often did in those days. She remembers Anakin's fury, and how heartbroken she'd been to receive a scolding instead of praise for being daring.

"I just wanted to be brave," she'd said, looking at the ground. "Like you. Isn't that what Jedi are supposed to do? You're not afraid of anything..."

Anakin's anger had softened, then, and he kneeled down so they were at a level. "You've got it all wrong, Snips. Being brave doesn't mean being reckless, or not being afraid. It means having the courage to act in spite of being afraid. You have to be more careful out there, okay?"

The rest of the scene fades. Despite the tone, it's a positive memory for Ahsoka. And it's clear to her now that it's Anakin's fear that's clouding his vision, his judgment.

You don't have to let go of Padmé, Anakin. You don't have to let go of your fear. You taught me that fear keeps us alive. But we still have to act in spite of it.

Padmé is strong. Place your trust in that.]

[supportsystem]

[He remembers being a kid on Tatooine—a slave who believed that that was all he was good for. Anakin hadn't been able to save his mother from that fate. If he had been able to bring her away from Tatooine, she wouldn't have died. It's one of his many regrets, and it's one that holds his heart now. He's so afraid of losing someone else. He hadn't even lost Ahsoka. She was here the entire time. And yet.

And yet.

That kid on Tatooine believed the Jedi could do anything, and he knows now that being the Jedi of all Jedis, being the Chosen One, had mingled with that childhood identity. He had been uncertain of his path. Once, he had wanted to quit. Some of it was fear. Some of it was the struggle in training as a Jedi, too late to be properly indoctrinated in their ways. He still feels like he struggles because of that. But then, if he hadn't struggled, wouldn't he be a slave in a different way? Ahsoka had broken those shackles when she realized the reality of their circumstances.

It's hard. To trust her? Yes. To trust that she'll live? That's more important.

He meditates over it. Anakin does trust Padmé, just as he trusts Ahsoka. He doesn't trust Obi-Wan, and the link between them is as tenuous as ever, ready to dissipate at a moment's notice. He opens his eyes and looks at Ahsoka, ready to remove himself from the state of meditation to speak with his voice, to try to apply what he's learned in action, rather than in a distant, calm place.

Besides, Ahsoka shouldn't have to feel the full brunt of his emotions, or the cool, harsh temperament that would one day make Ezra and Kanan feel nothing but cold in his presence. She deserves better than that.]

If it's a matter of trusting her, I can do that. [The sentiment still hangs in the air. "It's hard." His mother had been strong.

She still died.]

But what if it's a matter of trusting myself?

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka opens her eyes as Anakin speaks up, and she pauses a moment to adjust to only being in her own head again.]

Anakin... [What do you say to a question like that? If she were Obi-Wan, she thinks... Obi-Wan would have an answer. But she isn't him, she's only Ahsoka. And in the end, Anakin has come to her for help, hasn't he? Not Obi-Wan. So she tries to banish the thought from her mind.

She considers the question from another angle. Anakin felt so full of self-loathing when they were connected. It had surprised her-- she thought she knew Anakin better than almost anyone, but that had never been a part of her mental picture of him. Maybe instead of trying so hard to give the right advice like she's some wise master, instead of pretending to be someone or something she's not, she should just try to understand her friend better.]

... What part of yourself do you not trust?

[The question isn't judgmental. Rather, she asks it genuinely inquisitive-- like she is with all things. Perhaps that part of her will never change.]