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[25centsoda]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 10, Luke & Vader

Summary:

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?” Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.” Raised for the first five years on Tatooine by the Lars’, and the next ten on Coruscant by his father Emperor Vader, Luke Skywalker has always known who he is. But now, he doesn’t want to be.

Excerpt:

Luke, return to me, his father said through their bond, low and commanding. It took all of Luke’s strength to resist the pull of his father. As Father reminded him often, he was still a juvenile. Still subject to the instincts baked deep in all juvenile krayts, the urge to stay near home, stay near parents, to listen to them and obey, because distance and disobedience could mean death in the desert.

[sinvulkt]

The Monster and the Child

The dragon has been trapped for years. It lost its name. It lost its body. It lost most of its memories of not being a dragon. It is everything its Master wanted.

Then, one day, its Master brings it a child. A sand-haired boy smelling of blood, grief and terror.

@whumptober-archive @angstober

Chapter 1: Meeting

The dragon slept, curled on itself in the cold cell that was its home.

It hadn’t always been so. Once, when the dragon hadn’t been a dragon yet, it had been free. It had a name and an inferno burning in its chest. It had a will with no one powerful enough to stop it.

It was different now.

Now the inferno was reduced to sizzling embers, doused by too many cycles of isolation and silence. Now its name was gone, devoured by the scales covering its new skin. Now it layed in chains, trapped behind bars no teeth or claws could break.

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A metallic noise echoed further above.

The dragon raised its head, suddenly attentive. No one ever came into this part of the palace except for its Master, his guards, and the occasional food offering. As if on cue its stomach growled, the rumbling noise echoing on the closed walls of the room. The dragon had since long gotten used to the nausea hunger brought, but a reprieve from it always felt welcome. It was better to think about than the alternative.

For if it wasn’t food being brought to it… a shudder ran down the dragon’s spine, its mane flexing in remembrance. It still sported open wounds from its Master’s last visit. Between the dampness of the cell and the growing weakness of its body, injuries became infected more often than not.

Figures appeared beyond the red hue of the ray shield. A rush of fear overwhelmed the dragon as it recognised the Emperor, surrounded by his Imperial guard. Cold slowly filled his veins. The terror soon gave way to confusion as the dragon noticed a small sniveling form between the guards.

There was a child there, half pushed, half dragged by the faceless soldiers. A boy, with sandy hair dirtied by blood and a snotty face covered in tears. He was struggling weakly against their iron grip, though in vain. The dragon tilted its head, curious. The Emperor had fed it children before, but he seldomly assisted the feeding himself.

The group stopped in front of it.

"Hello, old friend," its Master began. "I have a gift for you."

His oily presence reached out to it, slithering inside the dragon’s mind, probing its reaction. Something about the boy he brought was special. His Master was excited today, the infantile excitement of a new toy discovered. The dragon curled on itself and tried not to fight the invasive presence, knowing it would only make it worse.

"Put him inside," Palpatine ordered the guards.

The ray shield dropped and the guards threw the boy inside. A pungent smell of piss, blood and ash assailed the dragon’s nostrils as the child collapsed on his front paw. Wherever the child had been, showers had not been an option.

The dragon's Master studied them. His presence was everywhere, filling the dragon’s lungs, dragging the dragon’s heart, pushing the dragon’s mind.

"Do as you please," its Master said. There was a lightness to his tone the dragon didn’t like. It felt like the warning ozone before the lightning.

The Emperor took a last glance at the situation, a pleasant hum on his lips, and turned away, faceless guards trailing behind. The dragon didn’t dare to move before the oily presence left his mind too - or as much as it ever would.

His Master reduced to an icy point in the back of its’ mind, the dragon turned towards the foul smelling child. He hadn’t dared to move either and was still sprawled on one of the dragon paws. When its immense head turned towards him, the boy scrambled to his feet, taking shelter in one of the corners of the cell. It didn’t take him very far away. If it wanted to, the dragon could snatch him in one snap, and get rid of the hunger plaguing its stomach.

The dragon hesitated. Its Master hadn’t exactly ordered it to eat the child. He had offered for it to do as it pleased, but the dragon’s wants were never of importance to its Master. It was always a trap. An open question with a single answer.

An odd feeling froze its body though; a whisper, a warning hanging in the air. It observed the child.

The boy stood as straight as he could, clearly trying to seem brave despite the terror shaking his bones. He was a shivering mess. When neither of them moved, the child's heart rate slowly calmed down. He began to observe the dragon in return.

He raised a timid hand. “Hi.”

The dragon waited to see what the boy would do next.

“Please don’t eat me,” the boy squeaked. “I wouldn’t make a good meal."

The human words hurt the dragon's ears. They were too loud, too high pitched, too fast. Most of their meaning got lost on the way, but the cold fire that burned in its chest translated for it. The child’s fire was strong too, the dragon noticed, as strong as the laser wielding soldiers, that his Master made it fight and sometimes eat.

It stepped closer, curious about the child’s fire. Curiosity was something it hadn’t felt in a long time.

The boy tensed and scrunched his eyes closed as the dragon approached, but he didn’t run away. There was nowhere to run to.

The dragon assessed the human smell flooding the room. It was oddly familiar. The blood on the child’s skin woke up old memories, memories of a time with a name that belonged locked away in a box. It breathed on the boy's face, letting a few hairs billow. If it ate the boy, the silk-like threads would drag on its tongue and accumulate in its throat, making it cough for days. But the flesh would warm its belly, and the dragon was cold.

The boy stilled. Then slowly, very slowly, he opened his eyes. Clear blue eyes, as vast as the sky spreading beyond horizons.

‘I trust you,’ they said.

The dragon licked the boy. A small grain of sand rolled on its tongue. The boy tasted like blood and flesh and sun. He tasted like chains broken and forged anew, like golden dunes trapping feet in their embrace. He tasted like a small moisture farm lost in the desert, filled and yet empty for it lacked its most important person. Most surprising of all, behind the sand and the sun, behind the blood and the chains, he tasted like Naboo.

The child tasted like family.

The dragon licked him more, reveling in the various smells coming from him. The blood on the boy’s face woke up names in its mind. It swept them away. The grains on the boy’s skin tore open old scars in its soul. It rubbed them away. The bitter taste of the boy’s pain and fear made its stomach swirl with nausea. It wiped them away.

The dragon licked the child clean, until his only stench was the dragon’s smell. It licked the child clean until his fear was gone and it giggled against his muzzle, crying for him to stop because it tickled so much. It licked the boy clean until its stomach stopped rumbling, fed by the dead blood that covered him.

Vader licked the child clean, and decided there and then not to eat him.

[pebblish]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader Characters: Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Dragon Luke Skywalker, hatchling!Luke Skywalker, Kidnapping, Luke raised by Vader, dragon!AU, Angry Darth Vader, 12daysofficmas Series: Part 1 of 12 Days of Ficmas Summary:

What if the Skywalkers were dragons? Shapeshifters, gifted through the Force with the ability to change into enormous, fearsome dragons?

Luke hasn't gotten to that point yet- he's still just a little hatchling. He counts on his brood father, the fierce black dread, Darth Vader, to protect him. The little hatchling can't even fly on his own yet.

And what if Luke goes missing one day, right when the demand for dragon scales and exotic pets is at its highest in the Galaxy?

Chapter Two is out!!! Hope y’all enjoy :)

[manny-jacinto]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02x05 + reddit text posts (02x02) // (02x03) // (02x04 part 1 + part 2)

[izunias-meme-hole]

[pebblish]

16 for the WIP ask game bestie!!

Pebs, you know I can't say no to you bestie 💖

- 16. Write the next 5 sentences and share

Luke pressed himself harder onto the scratching metal floor of the vent, his ears swiveling to-and-fro to catch the far off sound of heavy feet. Below him, the two guards stood statue still, the Nursery door behind them locked tight from the inside out. His father had left early that morning, startling Luke awake when the bigger dragon had shifted abruptly. Human hands had rewrapped Luke into the downy blanket, the Sith's rumbling soothing Luke's objecting squeaks as he was laid back into the padded incubator.

[campichor]

i have a type

it's characters with horrible life decisions

[queenofdragons12]

I BOW FOR NO ONE — darth Vader

Darth Vader's heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor leading to your office, a sound that never failed to make the air thick with anticipation. As the door hissed open, the Dark Lord of the Sith strode in, his imposing figure casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the room. He slammed the door shut with a force that rattled the very foundation of the Star Destroyer, the power of his fury palpable. His eyes, piercing through the darkness of his helmet, locked onto yours���a silent demand for an explanation.

"The Emperor mentioned your summons, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙏 ⚚." His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with irritation. Yet beneath the layers of anger, you could almost taste the sweetness of his love for you, a love that could make even the most feared man in the galaxy tremble like a leaf in a storm.

You met his gaze with a knowing smile, the corners of your lips curling upwards to reveal the faintest hint of mischief. The crimson light of the room danced across the fabric of your robes as you took a step closer to him, the material shifting to expose the delicate lace of your lingerie beneath. The way the light played with the shadows on your skin was a tantalizing promise of the passion that lay dormant in the air, waiting to be released.

Vader's eyes widened imperceptibly, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of you. The Dark Side pulsed within him, a maelstrom of desire and need that he struggled to contain. Despite his reputation for coldness and control, you had always been the one to make him feel vulnerable, to strip away the layers of darkness and reveal the man beneath the armor.

"I did," you replied, your voice as smooth as the silk that caressed your skin. With a dramatic flourish, your wings unfurled, a vibrant display of power and beauty that made his breath hitch. "I have a proposition for you, my love."

The Sith Lord took a step closer, his eyes raking over your form with a hunger that was almost predatory. You could feel the heat emanating from him, the energy of his desire that was as potent as the Force itself. His hands balled into fists at his sides, the only outward sign of his internal battle to keep his emotions in check.

"And what, pray tell, could possibly be so urgent that it would warrant my presence here?" His voice was strained, a testament to the effort he was making to keep his passion hidden. "I hope it is worth interrupting my busy schedule."

You stepped closer still, your wings brushing against his armor with a whisper that seemed to resonate through him. The scent of your arousal mingled with the acrid stench of the room, a heady cocktail that sent his senses reeling.

"Tell me, Vader," you murmured, your voice a siren's song that he could never resist, "are you not tired of this endless dance of power and control?" You reached out and trailed your fingertips along the line of his jaw, feeling the tension coiled within him. "Would you not prefer a moment of pure, unbridled passion?"

His eyes searched yours, a storm of conflict raging within. "What game is this, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙐𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙏 ⚚?" he rasped, the sound of his breathing growing heavier. "You know I cannot refuse you when you present yourself like this."

With a flick of your wrist, you sent a tendril of the Force to lift the edge of your robe, revealing more of the seductive lace that clung to your curves. His eyes darkened further, the hunger in them unmistakable.

"Make it quick," he growled, his voice a rumble that seemed to shake the very fabric of the room. "For if it is not, I may not be able to control myself. I might just take you here, now, on this very desk."

The possessive fire in his eyes was intoxicating, a declaration of his need to claim you, to make you his in every conceivable way. Your heart raced, the thrill of the challenge coursing through your veins like a potent elixir. You knew that with every step you took, with every word you spoke, you pushed him closer to the edge. And you reveled in the power you had over him.

The heat emanating from your body as you lean in creates a sanctuary of intimacy, your tail extending with the grace of a willow branch to tenderly caress the fabric of his torso. The fur on his skin rises as the gentle pressure of your tail glides over him, setting his nerves alight with a longing he thought only you could elicit. His breathing deepens as he feels the warmth of your closeness, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce yearning.

"You are indeed a marvel, my dear," you murmur, the timbre of your voice a melody that resonates through his very being. "Your dedication and skill are truly unrivaled."

The softness of your smile is a balm to his soul, as you stroke his cheek with the utmost care, your fingertips whispering secrets of adoration against the warmth of his skin. His pulse quickens beneath your touch, the blood rushing to the surface, eager to meet the warmth of your gaze.

"I had thought it only fair to offer you a token of my appreciation," you continue, the mischief in your eyes hinting at the delightful surprise that awaits. "A small reward for the boundless effort you've invested in our bond."

Vader's heart swells with affection at your words, his own voice thick with feeling as he responds. "⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙃 ⚚," he whispers, his breath hitching. "You leave me in constant awe. Your compassion and generosity know no bounds."

With a gentle nuzzle into the softness of your palm, he surrenders to the comfort of your touch, his eyelids fluttering closed for a brief reprieve from the intensity of your gaze. His breaths come in quiet, uneven gasps, his body alive with anticipation.

"My existence is yours to command, ⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙃 ⚚," he murmurs, the words a solemn vow that resonates in the air between you. "I am yours, in this life and any other that may follow."

Your snout grazes his lips with the barest touch, a tantalizing prelude to the passion that lies dormant within you. The scent of your breath fills his nostrils, stirring his desire even further.

"Ah, I see," you purr, your voice a siren's call. "Perhaps I should assist with this?" You gesture with a playful flick of your claw at the obstruction of his belt.

Vader nods, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, please," he urges, his eyes gleaming with desire.

With a deft touch, you release the belt, allowing his trousers to fall away, exposing his rigid arousal to the cool air of the chamber. The tip glistens with pre-cum, a testament to his readiness for the pleasure you are about to bestow upon him.

"Magnificent," you murmur, your voice thick with appreciation. "Your beauty is truly breathtaking."

Dropping to your knees, you extend your tongue, the wet heat of it sliding along the velvety skin of his length. His body jolts at the sensation, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he feels you explore his most intimate part.

"⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙃 ⚚," he moans, his hands reflexively reaching for your head, his grip in your fur firm but not demanding. "Please, don't stop, it feels so…so…amazing."

His hips rock slightly, urging you closer, seeking the warm embrace of your mouth. Each stroke of your tongue sends waves of pleasure through him, his legs trembling with the effort to remain standing.

Vader's eyes are transfixed on the sight of you, kneeling before him, your mouth working its magic. "You're perfect," he gasps, his voice strained with need. "I can't get enough of you."

With each breath, his desire for you grows more intense, his body tightening with the promise of release. "I love you," he whispers, the words a fervent declaration of his soul's bond to yours.

A knowing smile of pure seduction blossoms across your snout as you gently nuzzle against the firmness of Vader's body, your soft fur brushing teasingly against his sensitive scrotum. This tender touch elicits a muffled gasp from the dark lord, his eyes fluttering shut as he succumbs to the tantalizing sensation. "You're doing so well, my boy," you purr into his ear, your voice a siren's call, laden with the richness of honey and the promise of passionate indulgence. Each word is a warm caress, a gentle encouragement to explore the depths of pleasure that await him.

Vader's chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, each breath a silent testament to the raging storm of desire that builds within him. His body responds instinctively to your tender ministrations, his cock pulsing with anticipation. As you pull away, your fur leaves a trail of warmth against his skin, and you stand before him, stretching with the grace of a jungle cat. The deliberate arch of your back and the fluid motion of your limbs are an erotic dance that speaks of your readiness, a silent invitation that no creature could resist.

"Take me, my love," you whisper, your eyes sparkling with an intensity that mirrors the brightest stars in the night sky. Your words hang in the air, a declaration of wanton desire that echoes through the room.

With a feral growl, Vader steps closer, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed form. His gaze lingers on the curves of your hips, the swell of your breasts, and the seductive arch of your back. His hands come up to cup the flesh of your thighs, his touch reverent, as if you were a deity to be worshipped. His mouth claims yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep, conquering the softness of your lips with an urgent passion that leaves you both gasping for air.

The Dark Lord's breath hitches as he breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with a hunger that could consume worlds. "You're so beautiful, so perfect," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly testament to his need for you. His hands slide up to grip your hips, his strength apparent as he lifts you off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

With a primal growl, Vader carries you to the desk, the cold, hard surface a stark contrast to the heat of your bodies. He lays you down with a gentleness that belies his power, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs.

You reach down, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your lingerie, and with a swift, sensual movement, pull them aside to reveal the glistening entrance to your core. His pupils dilate, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he takes in the sight before him.

"⚚ ANGOL ⚚," he groans, his voice thick with lust. "You're so ready for me, my love."

Vader leans in, his mouth watering as he takes in the sweet scent of your arousal. His tongue darts out, tasting the delicate folds of your sex, the salty-sweet flavor of your desire. He explores you with the finesse of an experienced lover, his tongue tracing intricate patterns that make you quiver and arch off the desk.

"You taste like the nectar of the gods," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I could spend an eternity tasting you."

His mouth closes around your clit, suckling the sensitive nub with an enthusiasm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through your body. His fingers slip inside you, stretching and filling you, his thumb rubbing insistently against your g-spot.

"You're so tight," he groans, his own need palpable. "I've got to be inside you."

The anticipation is a living thing, coiling in your belly, as you feel the tip of his cock press against your slick entrance. He pauses, looking up at you, seeking permission, his eyes burning with a fiery need that could consume galaxies.

Your smile sends a warm rush of anticipation through him as you snap your finger, and suddenly, you are bare before him, a vision of beauty and temptation. His eyes widen, and the air seems to thicken with desire. "Do it, then, my love," you say, your voice a sultry purr. "You have your queen's love, too."

Darth Vader's gaze is intense, his eyes darkening like the deepest abyss of space. He moves closer, the tip of his manhood brushing against your slick entrance. The room is silent except for the sound of his heavy breathing. He whispers your name, "⚚ 𝘼𝙉𝙄𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙃𝙉𝘼 ⚚," as if it's a sacred incantation.

With a gentle touch, he slides into you, filling you up, inch by inch. His movements are deliberate and measured, each one designed to maximize your pleasure. You gasp as he reaches the deepest part of you, your eyes fluttering shut.

He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, words of love and passion, as his hands explore your bare skin. His thumb traces the line of your jaw, tilting your head back to expose your neck, and he kisses you there, his teeth grazing your flesh.

Vader's hands grip your hips tightly as he starts to move within you, his hips pistoning in a slow, rhythmic dance. His eyes never leave yours, the love and lust swirling in their depths. "You feel incredible," he murmurs, the words a growl of pure need. "I could lose myself in you forever."

With a graceful shift, you wrap your tail around his throat, pulling him closer as you adjust your position. Now he's the one with his back to the desk, his cock still buried deep inside you, but your tail isn't choking him—it's caressing him, stroking him gently.

He gasps in surprise and pleasure, his eyes widening with excitement. "Oh, ⚚ 𝘼𝙄𝘿𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙉𝘼 ⚚," he says, his voice strained with desire. "You're so powerful, so in control."

Your tail releases his throat, sliding down to wrap around his cock. You start to move your hips, rocking against him, setting your own pace. He moans, his hands moving to your waist, his fingers digging in as he tries to keep up with your rhythm.

You lean down, your breath hot against his ear. "Thank you," you murmur, your voice a seductive whisper. "But it should have been you getting the award, not me." You chuckle lightly, your tail flicking against his cheek.

Vader's eyes spark with love and amusement. He nuzzles into your neck, his breathing ragged. "⚚ 𝘼𝙃𝙄𝙃𝘼𝘽𝘼 ⚚," he says, his voice thick with passion. "You're the one who deserves everything. I'm just honored to be your mate."

He kisses you deeply, his tongue dueling with yours as you both come down from the peak of ecstasy. His love for you is palpable, a force as strong as the one that binds the stars in the sky.

As your breathing evens out, you pull back to gaze into his eyes, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I love you," you say, the words a gentle caress. "More than anything in this galaxy or beyond."

And in that moment, as your bodies are entwined and your hearts beating as one, you both know that nothing in the universe can ever come between you. Your love is a beacon in the darkness, a force that not even the Sith could ever hope to conquer.

[councilofcastamere]

MASTERLIST

AEMOND TARGARYEN

UNDER HIS SKIN [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

SAINTLIKE [AEMOND X BIG SISTER!READER]

ADORNMENTS [AEMOND X LITTLE SISTER!READER]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

no fics yet… but requests are always welcome 🪐

BILLY LOOMIS

no fics, but please feel free to request 🔪👻

JACAERYS VELARYON

ASHORE [JACAERYS X AUNT!READER] COMING SOON

TRYSTANE MARTELL

THE SUN AND THE MOON [TRYSTANE X STARK!READER] COMING SOON

[psykopaths]

[nerd-elf]

You were my brother, I loved you

[25centsoda]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 17

Luke's time with his father post-kidnapping

Vader let go of Luke’s hand with one hand and brushed the hair off of Luke’s forehead. Luke shuddered at the touch. Unpleasant prickles shivered all over his skin. He tried to squirm away and hit the back of the couch; there was nowhere to go. Vader didn’t seem to notice Luke’s reaction. He just continued to stroke and pet Luke’s hair, apparently under the delusion that it was providing some sort of comfort.

[sinvulkt]

Chapters: 4/8 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Skywalker & Darth Vader, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious & Darth Vader Characters: Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Dragon Darth Vader, yes it’s a tag, We made it, Child Luke Skywalker, things are rather messed up for them right now, Dehumanization, for Vader, Hurt Darth Vader, Hurt Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, POV Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, can't promise they'll get one :p, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Cannibalism, In a way, It’s Vader’s fault. He keeps eating people., Child Abuse, That one is Palpatine’s fault entirely, I’m putting it to be safe but it’s more a consequence of ’palpatine kidnap luke’ setting Series: Part 4 of In The Midst Of Darkness Lays A Sleeping Light

Summary: The dragon has been trapped for years. It lost its name. It lost its body. It lost most of its memories of not being a dragon. It is everything its Master wanted.

Then, one day, its Master brings it a child. A sand-haired boy smelling of blood, grief and terror.

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With the amazing fanart of @ravenite-void 🎶

[fancyfrey]

Another piece for the Vaderkin Creative Exchange, from @sinvulkt ‘s prompt “Anakin horrified as his body eldritchly transforms (wings, scales?) and Vader’s shadow looms

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

Callum & Viren: Are they similar? Is Callum on the same path as Viren? - Star Wars Analogies

I know there have been posts made before in the Dragon Prince fandom comparing characters from tdp to Star Wars characters, esp Callum to Anakin/Vader as someone who will eventually get corrupted/turn to the dark side and become a potential apprentice to Aaravos, as well as Rayllum to Anidala in terms of Callum being seen as being bound to doom the world for Rayla.

I wanted to share a different perspective of mine as to which characters/relationship dynamics (outside of romantic ones included) from tdp I believe compare the most to which Star Wars characters as a massive fan of both sagas myself.

The number one character from Star Wars that I see Callum being most similar to is Luke Skywalker, whereas a character I think is the best comparison to Anakin/Vader, especially after watching Season 6 of the Dragon Prince, would be none other than Viren himself. While I do know for a fact that the tdp characters aren’t carbon copies of the SW characters I’m comparing them to, I still think that their overall arcs are quite matching.

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Starting with Callum and Luke, on the surface, both are the hero who prevails and saves everyone & the whole world/galaxy from doom, but on a deeper level, they both struggle with a dark side inside of them & temptations to give in to it. And before I continue, I wanted to emphasize that I DO NOT see Callum as someone who’s morally dubious, as there are several instances in canon which prove otherwise, specifically his immense guilt over using dark magic and his fear of becoming corrupted and consumed by darkness in S6 (his nightmare at the beginning of episode 3 perfectly illustrates this), the latter of which is a challenge we also see Luke dealing with in The Empire Strikes Back.

Throughout the Original trilogy, mainly in ESB & Return of the Jedi, we see so many “hints” and “indicators” that Luke might turn to the dark side, who unlike Callum, actually shares many personality traits with his father such as his impatience and recklessness. We see Yoda fear that he might follow in his father’s footsteps before reluctantly training him, we see Vader and eventually Palpatine try to lure Luke to the dark side, even pointing out that they could sense his anger which is a major precursor for that. But in the end, despite all of those temptations, despite all of his anger and eventual fear & rage for his sister’s safety, he ultimately resisted and refused to join the sith.

Along with seeing many protagonists who may be put in similar situations or even in some cases share some similarities with the main/major antagonist, such as Harry and Voldemort being another example of this, this is why I am a firm believer that Callum will be tested in Season 7, he may be faced with temptations to use dark magic again perhaps as a quick means to defeat Aaravos or potentially save Rayla if it gets to that, or even Aaravos trying to bribe him to join him, but in the end he will ultimately resist, since dark magic, as stated several times before, is merely a shortcut that leads to much bigger long term harm (which I don’t think there would be enough time to even flesh this out in the final season of the Mystery of Aaravos arc). As we’ve seen Callum reject succumbing to his dark side after he used dark magic for the first time, and seeing him willingly do the purification ritual to rid himself of his darkness/corruption in his soul, I do believe that Callum has the power to reject dark magic once and for all and do the right thing (this does not necessarily mean he would sacrifice Rayla if the plot does get to that, but I do think he would find a third option aside from dark magic to save her, like he did back in S3 when he cast the mage wing spell to save her). After all, a major theme in the Dragon Prince is breaking cycles and not repeating previous mistakes, so what would be the point in having those themes or specifically Harrow’s letter in the first place, or better yet have the whole “destiny’s a book you write yourself” line be brought up multiple times if Callum’s just fated keep repeating past mistakes over and over again?

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Now onto my next analogy: Viren & Anakin/Vader, the characters who I genuinely saw as those whose corruption & downfalls may have started out of desperation to save a loved one from dying, but ultimately grew into greed and hunger for power.

I could go on about the complexities of Anakin’s character, specifically the ones that got fleshed out even more in the Clone Wars and how there are multiple factors that led to his turn to the dark side, but that’s not the whole point of this post. I know that there are some differing factors between both Viren and Anakin in terms of their dark sides/stories, but ultimately the last straw that led to their corruption was the fact that they were both terrified of losing an important loved one and both were completely unwilling to let that happen, whatever the price they had to pay. We also see them seek some sort of counsel/beg for help, like when Anakin vaguely told Yoda about his visions and fears, and Viren telling Kpp’Ar about Soren’s condition and needing the staff, ultimately both Anakin and Viren were told that there wasn’t really anything that could be done and they both needed to learn to let go. However neither of them were having that, so we somewhat see them both resort to another counsel, both very different but leading to same outcome. Anakin starts to open up more to Palpatine, who in turn manipulates him and convinces him that he has his “solution.” While Viren on the other hand, may have offered advice to Harrow to “do what he must” over his own dilemma, he in turn used that same advice but in a more twisted, corrupted manner. So then, both Anakin and Viren resort to darker approaches to solve their own problems and completely give in to their own darknesses.

I won’t go into deep detail about what they each did, since you can just rewatch these scenes in Revenge of the Sith and Episode 6 of TDP for that, but now I wanted to talk about how despite having the desire to save their loved ones, they ultimately caused massive harm to them. Anakin desperately did whatever he could to save Padme, but in the end, when he thought she betrayed him, he force-choked her then afterwards, she was shattered and heartbroken over his downfall that it led to her death, the very thing that Anakin tried so hard to prevent. While Viren on the other hand may have succeeded in healing and saving Soren, he grew to treat him coldly and abusively to the point where he completely damaged & even destroyed his relationship with his very son that he corrupted himself completely to save in the first place.

Even though I primarily focused on the similarities between Viren saving Soren & Anakin trying to save Padme, I also wanted to point out how similar the impacts were on Lissa and Padme as well, namely how they were both horrified when they saw what became of their husbands.

Sadly both of them ended up getting assaulted by their corrupted husbands, which then led up to the destruction of their families. And ultimately both Viren and Anakin continued on their dark paths and grew more ruthless, evil, and corrupted until they finally reached their eventual redemptions (I know not everyone thinks that Viren got redeemed but I do believe that his redemption arc was him accepting that he’s done far too much and accepting the consequences for his actions).

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So far these are the thoughts that I have on which Dragon Prince characters/relationships I think compare best to which Star Wars ones. And I know that Claudia would also be a good comparison to Anakin since she too struggles a lot with loss and refuses to let go, but at the same time, I see her still being in Anakin’s early villain phase during Revenge of the Sith, not yet having reached the Vader levels that we see during the Original Trilogy era. The way I see Vader & Viren relationships with Luke and Callum’s characters, it’s that the former two represent what the latter two fear of becoming if they do not overcome their dark sides.

But to answer my questions in the header, I do not think that Callum is bound to be on the same path as Viren or that he will let himself be consumed by darkness. Season 6 dealt with his overall guilt over using dark magic, his fear of being consumed by it/being used as by Aaravos, and ultimately his choice to purify himself of his darkness and understanding the consequences of doing dark magic again beforehand. Just as many protagonists get put through the wringer in their final battles, but ultimately persevere and do the right thing, I do believe that Callum will win and not fall victim to his temptations once again.

That’s all I have folks! Thanks for reading this far if you have! And an important friendly reminder (as mentioned already in my bio) if you have differing opinions and would like to disagree and discuss, please be sure to do so respectfully. Otherwise scroll by or I’ll be more than glad to press that block button! 😊🙌🏽

(Screenshot+caption of Lissa scene by @stuck-in-jelly)

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