#count dooku (serenno)

[buckys-baby-boy]

[rochenn]

serenno and mandalore being in the same neighborhood entertains me greatly as an enjoyer of worldbuilding like

mandalorians are based on multiple historical seafaring peoples. and they're a fairly aggressive warrior culture for the most part, too. surely they fucked with the planets around them. surely they raided and pillaged a little, or maybe even settled.

what i'm getting at is i think it would be funny if serennian and mandalorian royalty were related and count dooku is, idk, satine's 28th cousin thrice removed and will casually drop that in a conversation (and it's not like that's a huge leap of logic either bc all royals are related anyway)

[leia-thegeneral]

Sometimes Star Wars is good

Other times a planet’s culture is centered around the idea that having railings on perilous walkways is a sign of weakness

[starwarsconceptart]

Different pieces of concept art used for s3e13 of The Clone Wars titled “Monster,” featuring people of Dathomir.

Happy Halloween!

[sillyromance]

Nomtober Week 2: Content

Tiny Nyx and Dooku spending a rare moment of peace together, absolutely content with each other's company.

[mymblesbuir]

Prince Obi-Wan/Knight Cody fic

I'm trying to plot out an old idea I had for a Codywan medieval AU fic where Obi-Wan is a Prince and Cody is a Knight. In the fic, Dooku is the current King, while Obi-Wan and Anakin are his grandsons (with their father, Prince Qui-Gon, dead). All the clones are the Knights. I can't decide, in this situation, what planet I should name this royal family's kingdom after.

[charmwasjess]

It’s a relief that we didn’t get footage of Palpatine’s years of grooming Dooku like we did Anakin because watching Palps try to flatter and ingratiate himself to this man who has cut himself off from everyone and everything he knows trying to girlboss his way into running a planet with zero training or ability and is an open festering pit of need? It just sounds like the most pathetic shitshow ever.  

On the other hand, can you imagine how personally annoying that was for Palpatine? Dooku, who is as lonely, self-important, and dramatic as Anakin but with a larger vocabulary and more lung capacity for complaining without stopping? Who hasn’t been told he’s a good boy by Yoda in a decade and now has a captive audience showering him with approval?  Palpatine: *making listening noises for two hours* …you’re SO right, yeah, yeah, that sounds…just… so.. uhh, intelligent Palpatine: *quietly strangling yet another Senate aide* …no, no I’m still here, friend, the comm connection must have blipped, go on! Palpatine: ….woooow, and what did Jenza say to that??

[purple-ant]

Sifo-Dyas wakes up. He doesn't realize it right away. Sifo-Dyas wakes up. He didn't think, didn't expect, that he would. Sifo-Dyas wakes up. Now that Sidious is gone, he is left alone with Tyranus, at his mercy. Sifo-Dyas wakes up. Because death remains beyond his reach.

[redmangoshire]

Hear me out ! there’s one thing that Saudi Arabia and Planet Serenno have one thing in common, they are the only lands named after their ruling family. Count Dooku’s first name is Dooku last name is serenno (thought most fans headcanon his name as Yan Dooku)

[buckys-baby-boy]

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Watching Tales of the Jedi because I'm tired, but not enough to try to sleep, and I guess I never imagined before Dooku's fall to the dark side (and becoming one of the Lost Twenty) that he'd have a blue lightsaber. I guess I always imagined it'd be green?

[sw5w]

This Vote is Very Important

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:04:05

[aresielle]

I like when Serenno is replace by Serrano in fanfic. Count Dooku from the planete ham. It's a very funny mental picture.

[sillyromance]

WARNING: first person POV, a nightmare, fatal vore (doesn't actually happen), description of painful digestion, strong words, hurt/comfort, angst.

This work is much darker than my other ones...

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....I had never seen my master that angry.

It started with something small. I didn't remember what was the point of our discussion, yet it must have been important since fifteen minutes were all that needed to drive him over the edge. His black tail was hitting the floor in distress; his eyes darkened, turned icy cold - I couldn't help but flinched, feeling chills rushing down my body at that disgusted, furious glare.

He never looked at me like that before.

- M-master? - I squeaked, blood curling in my veins.

Dooku didn't respond. Instead, his scales came to live, carrying him closer to me, smoothering over the ground so I wouldn't be able to escape.

Was it terrifying? No. Much worse. I didn't recognise that man. I was backing away, step by step as he decreased the distance between us - but I couldn't retreat further than the wall my back eventually pressed against.

And he was close. By seconds, he was getting even closer.

I knew - I had to fight, at least try to save my life. However, my limbs didn't answer the call of my mind; I froze, horrified, devastated as he was towering over me, huge, powerful... Undefeatable.

His hands grabbed my arms - my bones whined, I shrieked pathetically. Even then, I had some hope. I couldn't believe that was it. I just didn't want to believe it! I opened my mouth for another question, for a plea - for anything! I still could find the right word...

But it never came.

Because anything that could be said died the very moment his jaws wrapped around my entire head.

He didn't even bite me. Sense of dread enveloped my soul as the first swallow almost left me deaf. He was eating me. Alive. I made a weak attempt to struggle - his grip tightened, and - GOD! - did that hurt! Squirming was fruitless, pointless from the very beginning. Slime and spit mixed with tears flooding down my cheeks as I was quickly, greedily devoured by a person I thought I could trust. He wasn't gentle, or patient - each gulp brought me searing pain, and there were times I thought my skeleton wouldn't be able to bear such strength any more. His quickened pulse was stuck in my throbbing skull. I couldn't see, or breath, squished in a tiny space of the esophagus. I was treated as... Food. Just a piece of meat with no soul.

Why? Why was he doing this? What did I say to deserve such fate?

At last, my feet slid in, and "the gates" were locked up; I was wholly engulfed by my master. It was a blessing to finally have something in my lungs as I felt my head pushed against a muscle, then - my body was thrown into a roomier chamber. I curled up, shivering and gasping frantically. Yet, my journey wasn't over. When it seemed like, maybe, his intentions were just to store me, to keep me in the crop - which I actually was in - as punishment, flesh began to move again, squeezing my frame downwards. A nasty smell of acids slapped my nostrils...

His stomach, big, but very tight and uncomfortable, accepted me in its deadly embrace, gurgling and groaning happily at the new meal. Digestion didn't hesitate to start; after a few seconds the areas of exposed skin itched and burned as if I was put in boiling water. Lightheaded from lack of oxygen, hurt, betrayed, I sobbed and whimpered. He didn't even bite me. If he did, it wouldn't be painful, it wouldn't be so bad... But he denied me the mercy to be peacefully united with him. It ment I was truly guilty.

I writhed in agony, biting my already bleeding lips. Clothes was dissolving fast, and there was not a small piece of me that wouldn't scream, fried in hellfire.

- I'm s-sorry master! I'm so very sorry! Please! Please, don't do this, don't make me suffer that much! I'm sorry... It hurts so bad... I beg of you, it hurts! Please, knock me off! Help me... Please... I... I don't want to die, master...

He stayed silent to my begging. Stomach juiced gradually poured into my deathtrap; burning waves splashed over me as the naga was moving somewhere, and I couldn't make a sound, beaten, destroyed, unceremoniously jostled around in a belly of the beast...

.........

But suddenly...

- Nyx!.. Nyx!... For the Force sake... Nyx! Padawan! Wake up!

My eyes snapped open.

I jumped up straight, wildly observing the room, but there was no sign of my nightmare. Before I could hop off the sheets, a pair of long, gentle arms hugged me, holding me in place despite my active thrashing.

- Thank goodness... You scared me out of my wits, little one...

Dooku's voice made me flinch; I tensed up, but, once I realised how soft, how soothing it sounded in silence of the bedroom, I melted into his touch. My own hands lifted up and dug their nails into his shoulders; I clutched on him so desperately as if he was a stick keeping me from drowning. I remember, he asked me a lot of things, but it didn't matter to me; I hid myself on his broad chest and burst out, crying like a child. I must have looked ugly. But... No words could explain how relieved I felt.

That was only a dream.

JUST A BLOODY FUKING DREAM!

- I... I... - I was choking, my throat dry and weak. - Gosh... You didn't eat me....

- What!? - He froze. - What did you just say?

- I... I saw a nightmare... And you... Were so mad at me that... - I shuddered and cried harder. Soon I sensed his fingers brushing my hair as he was petting me.

- Shhshhh.... There.... There... Good lord, I'm so sorry...

His tail curled protectively around me, its tip caressing my wet cheek. As time went by, my shudders settled down; his soft, welcoming warmth, his delicate, comforting touch did wonders to my violated nerves. He washed me with kisses, mumbling sweet nothings and apologies to my ears. I couldn't get enough. It was him, now. That monster wasn't real.

- My good, good girl... What an awful dream! I would never do that to you, even if you did upset me. Are you listening? I would not. You're the most precious person I have in my life - I'd rather die myself than agree to torture you in such a sadistic way. My body won't ever hurt you... You're safe with me, I swear. Trust me. You're safe...

He laid me back on the bed, his long body coating me like a blanket. My head rested on his chest: I was breathing in his scent, his heart was drumming steadily right beneath me, and I let myself get lost in the moment. I was secure, shielded from all the storms that might have come to disturb my peace - and the only worry I had was that he would sneak back into his room as far as I would fall asleep, or even earlier. As if reading my mind, he closed his eyes and tucked his nose in my forehead, making sure to let me know - he was preparing to doze off here, on that bed, with me by his side.

- I won't leave you, darling. From now on, we will spend the nights together... If you feel comfortable.

I nodded eagerly.

- Good. Relax - and fear not. I won't let another nightmare break into your mind.

With that, he held me closer, and my lids grew heavy and sticky - I couldn't lift them again once they fell.

My mind slipped into the rainbow blur... And his calm breathing lulled me into careless, unbothered sleep...

[charmwasjess]

Padme literally had more training to rule at age 14 than Dooku did running Serenno at age 60 and I genuinely believe the only reason he wasn’t immediately deposed was because Jenza was just so happy to have her only non-psychopath family member back (...an opinion that would age like milk) that she secretly fixed a lot of his early calamitous floundering behind his back.

[dapurinthos]

bless, there's a whole epub of limyaael's rants. now i have a starting point for building a noble court. because i need to know how the whole thing works even if i'm just doing 'extreme periphery of'. it's how the autism works.