#so tyranus has to go

[tennessoui]

You feed us so well, you spoil us rotten!

I’ve loved every single one of the little creations. My absolute favorite is kenobi’s trial. I’ve been thinking about it the whole evening after reading. If you ever think that it needs a continuation, I am so here for it.

Also, reverse vaderwan had me frothing at the mouth. Which is not surprising since I love throat fic so much.

If you have more, then #29 or 30 for the ask game? 🥺

i am a simple woman, you tell me you like reverse vaderwan i give you more reverse vaderwan (though a slightly different flavor this time)

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' (LATEST) - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

29. 'i thought you were dead.'

Darth Tyranus puts his teacup down onto his saucer with a small clink. "Ah," he says, turning his head to examine something in the Force that Solence is unable to feel. His eyes stare unseeingly out at the storm currently battering against the castle's walls. "Yes, I wondered when it would be time."

"Master?" Solence says, placing his own untouched piece of toast down onto the plate in front of him. "What is wrong?"

Tyranus blinks at him, mouth tightening for a moment as he seems to weigh his words and his options carefully. Darth Solence has only been apprenticed under Tyranus for six months, but he understands the importance of such care in choosing one's plan of action. His first master never was able to teach him such things.

His first master, when he was called Obi-Wan--when he was a Jedi padawan, when Anakin Skywalker was his master--

"It seems my former master has sent his new apprentice to kill me," Tyranus tells him. "Retire to your quarters for the morning."

Solence blinks. Automatically, his hand clenches and unclenches in his lap, jerking towards the hilt of his lightsaber. "What? No."

Tyranus sneers as he stands from the table. "You are no match for Vader, boy. He would kill you in a heartbeat."

"You said I'm powerful in the Force," Solence argues, standing as well and rushing after Tyranus' form. "That you were impressed by my control of the Dark side--and you saw me neutralize the whole legion of Imperial troops we encountered on Fielen!"

"No, Solence," Tyranus' voice leaves no room for any further argument. He stops short of the door to the grand hall, turning to look down at Solence with a severe expression. "Though your control of the Force is impressive for someone your age--" Solence is twenty-two, not exactly a youngling-- "and though your control over the Dark side is commendable for someone as Light as you once were--" Obi-Wan, padawan, little star, focus on me, alright? Your katas were sloppy today, let's work on them... "--your power is that of a vibroblade compared to Vader's ion cannon. Now go."

"Tyranus, two Sith are--"

The back of Tyranus' ringed hand connects with a smack across Solence's upturned face. He can feel the instant split of his bottom lip as Tyranus' ring cuts it open.

"No," Tyranus' voice is final, the hit a punctuation mark and a warning all in one. As he turns away from him, Solence lifts his hand to press it to the stinging skin. He has had worse. Endured worse at the hands of this master. The Dark side cannot be taught to an apprentice as delicately as Master Skywalker had once taught Obi-Wan Kenobi the powers of the Light.

And yet...he frowns as he watches Tyranus stroll through the open doors, out of the safety of the fortress, presumably to meet Sidious' apprentice--Vader--at his ship. To catch him off guard? To negotiate? To die?

Perhaps if Tyranus had not told him the truth, the reason behind his sudden dismissal, Solence would have gone to his quarters none the wiser. But he can't leave now, can't stand to watch another one of his masters die, even though the respect he holds for this one is a tiny spark compared to the love Obi-Wan Kenobi once nurtured for Anakin Skywalker.

Darth Solence grabs his dark cloak from the side room and pulls the hood up over his face before following Tyranus out into the storm.

It does not matter if he cannot win a duel against Darth Vader. He must try. He must try, not even because of his respect for Tyranus. Not even because he does not want to lose another master.

He must try because Tyranus said that Vader is Sidious' apprentice, and there is nothing in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Solence, hates more than he hates Darth Sidious, emperor of the galaxy.

It had been this hate that had led him to the Dark side. Hatred and grief at the death of his master in the final days of the war. Sidious had burned the Jedi Order to ash and from its corpse built the empire, and Obi-Wan will die with hatred in his heart for the monster who killed the Jedi. For the monster who killed his master.

He'd been on his first solo mission of the entire war, the day the Order fell. Anakin had been so stubbornly against it, so wary of having his padawan out of his sight during those last few months. Obi-Wan thinks of it now, though it's always painful, and he wonders if perhaps Anakin knew that something terrible was going to happen. His master was always so in tune with the Force.

Perhaps if Obi-Wan hadn't been so insistent, so eager to prove himself as a man, as his master's equal--perhaps if he'd been just a little less obsessed, just a little less in love--

It matters not. In the final days of the war, Obi-Wan had gone behind his master's back and requested a mission from the Council themselves. Stretched thin as they were, they'd agreed in a heartbeat, and Obi-Wan had been sent to Mandalore.

Then the clone troopers on his ship had turned their weapons onto him. Then the Jedi Order had fallen. Then the training bond between his master and him had broken, snapped in two by the weight of the man's demise.

And Obi-Wan, broken and bleeding and grieving and full of poisonous hatred, had found himself on Serrenno, at Darth Tyranus' feet. Tyranus had explained it to him. All of it. How Sidious had manipulated the Order, the galaxy. How he'd consolidated power during the sham of the war effort. How Tyranus had helped him until the moment that Sidious had another younger and more powerful apprentice in his claws. The day Darth Vader had risen, Tyranus had fled. "There can only be two," Tyranus had told Obi-Wan. "One sith master and one apprentice."

It had been so simple, so easy to look back at Tyranus and ask him to take him as his apprentice. A new Sith lineage with only one goal in mind: revenge. Freedom in revenge, power in it.

As the empire rose from the ashes of the Order, so did Solence rise out of the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi--out of the ashes of his hatred.

He'd sworn the day his eyes turned gold that he would dedicate the rest of his life to Sidious' demise. It would not bring his master back to life, but it would feel good to kill the monster who had taken him in the first place. It would feel right.

Tyranus should have known better. He should have known that the moment he'd mentioned Sidious, Solence would throw aside every shred of logic, every bare thread of a plan.

Vader is Sidious' apprentice, not Sidious himself. But Solence thinks it would be so sweet to kill Vader. It would be like practice for the day he faces the emperor.

The rain beats down on him as he follows Tyranus to the shipyard, rocks turning slippery beneath his feet. Tyranus' saber is already lit, a dull red in the darkness of the storm.

As they close the distance from the castle to the yard, Solence can make out another beam of red light, standing still--waiting. Vader.

Tyranus does not attempt to negotiate. The moment he is within striking distance, the old man has his saber above his head, bringing the blade down upon Vader's with all the force he can muster.

And yet, Vader deflects the blow as if batting away a fly. Solence inhales sharply as he ducks beneath the engine of a ship and peers out at the two sith lords. Vader is--Tyranus was right. His presence in the Force is like an ion cannon. It is like a miniature sun, though without any of the warmth.

Tyranus stands no chance.

Obi-Wan wouldn't either, not if he fought with honor and integrity as the Jedi taught him. But Solence is a sith in his own right, and Vader is not expecting two sith. He has the upperhand of surprise. If he can ambush Vader--stab him in the back while he is focused on Tyranus--

Vader's voice is mechanical through the black mask that covers the expanse of his face. "Pathetic," he tells Tyranus as he extends a black glove through the air. The Force bends to his will, and Tyranus is thrown back into a different ship. "Surrender, and your death will be quick and merciful."

Tyranus spits onto the ground before him. It is perhaps the most uncouth thing Solence has ever seen the Count do. "I do not want your mercy."

"Then you shall feel my wrath," Vader intones and he tightens his fist. For a moment, Solence isn't sure what the sith is doing, until Tyranus' hands come up to scrabble uselessly at his throat. He's choking him, Solence realizes, legs tensing beneath him. He's choking him with the Force.

"Goodbye, Grandmaster," Vader says, and Solence isn't quick enough to mask the gasp that the word draws from his lips.

Grandmaster. It--there is something there, something that doesn't make sense because Tyranus was once in the Jedi Order, once had a padawan who had once had a padawan of his own, but how could he be Vader's---

Vader's mask is staring straight at him.

Before he can fight back, the Force is wrapped around his arms and legs, pulling him out from beneath the star jumper. He lands on his hands and knees at Vader's feet, head pushed down so that the edge of Vader's boots is all that he can see.

The Force eases around Tyranus, though the bonds around Solence's wrists hold so strong that Solence is unable to even twitch. "You have an apprentice?" Vader asks, derision dripping from each word, and Solence wishes he were able to speak. Wishes he could spit at the sith the same way Tyranus had.

"Not a very wise one," Tyranus gets out, voice thin and gasping from the strangulation.

"Then I will end this lineage before it has a chance to grow into a problem," Vader decides, and the Force flexes around Solence, screams as it tightens along his throat. Solence makes a noise, small and automatic. Even as he tries to push against Vader's control, he cannot move. He feels like a piece of prey caught between a predator's locked jaw.

This is how he dies. He sees it now, understands. He'd survived everything else, but this--Vader is what kills him. Anakin, I'm sorry, Anakin, Obi-Wan thinks as his eyes darken from the lack of oxygen. I couldn't do it, I couldn't avenge your death, I'm sorry

"Don't," Tyranus yells, and the sound is so distant it feels as if it has come from a past life. "Look at him, look at his face, Vader!"

The Force loosens its grip marginally, and Obi-Wan gasps for what little air he can get. Around him, the Force--Vader--sways. Curious. Vader is curious as he looks at the top of Obi-Wan's hooded head.

But what reprieve Tyranus thinks this will grant them, Obi-Wan doesn't know. After all, Sidious killed the entirety of the Jedi Order. Why would Vader, his apprentice, refrain from killing one former Jedi padawan? His hands are probably darkened with the blood of many.

It is useless to fight the press of the Force as it yanks his head back, forcing his hood to fall and his face to be exposed to the pouring rain. Instead, Obi-Wan musters the power to glare at the downturned, monstrous slopes of Vader's black mask as it stares back at him.

"E chu ta," he spits, because his master, Anakin, used to curse the same way, and it makes Obi-Wan feel warmer in the face of his certain demise to take something of Anakin's and make it his own.

Vader stares down at him, wordless. Even the Force has frozen in the air around them, binds still tight against Obi-Wan's body but loose enough around his throat that he can breathe.

He can't look away, though he wants desperately to look at Tyranus, to see if Tyranus has managed to free himself in the face of Vader's distraction. Perhaps that had been his plan all along.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vader finally says. His voice is flat through the vocodor. Mechanical, but loud. The Force unfreezes and begins to whirl around them. "What is this trickery? Who are you?"

The mask swings around to look at Tyranus, and the Force grows darker with Vader's fury. Obi-Wan glances at his master as well, but Tyranus has done nothing but struggle to his feet. His saber is still several paces away.

If he is to survive and mount a counterattack, Obi-Wan needs to distract Vader again.

He doesn't understand the sith's reaction, but that doesn't mean he can't use it against him.

"I am Darth Solence," he declares, pushing up and against Vader's control of his body. "Tyranus is my master--"

"Is it a clone?" Vader roars, striding through the mud of the shipyard until he has reached Tyranus' side. His physical hand wraps around Tyranus' throat and lifts him into the air, even though Tyranus is not a slight man. "Tell me!"

Obi-Wan pushes himself to his knees, though he is powerless to do more than watch. "Master!" he hears himself say, even though he never calls Tyranus that. Even though the word is reserved for one man alone, one man who will never hear him say it again.

It feels right in the moment, and it must mean something because both Tyranus and Vader's heads snap to him.

"He is dead," Vader growls, and the leather of his glove creaks with the force of his fist clenching around Tyranus' neck. "What--"

"He survived," Tyranus grunts, hand scrabbling at Vader's arm as he tries to take in oxygen. "Sidious lied to you--he came to me, I have been training him, for you, to give to you, to--"

The words cut out as Vader's lightsaber ignites and cuts through Tyranus' throat. Obi-Wan yells out before he can stop himself as he watches the body of his master, his second master, fall to the ground.

And he can do nothing but kneel there, frozen, as Vader turns around to look at him.

The sith is breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling with the Force of it. In his hand, the still-lit saber trembles. "You are dead," Vader tells him.

Obi-Wan can't disagree. He is dead. Vader will see to that in a moment. He has been dead since the moment Vader's attention caught on him beneath the star jumper. He will be dead shortly. He will--at least he will rejoin Anakin. He has missed him so terribly.

He does not even realize that he's begun to cry until he feels the fingertip of a rough glove touch his cheek, catch one of his tears and lift it away from his face.

"I don't understand," Vader says. The Force is whipping itself into a hurricane around them, but if Vader doesn't understand then Obi-Wan doesn't understand either. "I thought you dead."

Vader must have known him then, Obi-Wan realizes. When he was a Jedi padawan. He must have been an older Knight or Master, the way Tyranus was once Yan Dooku before he Fell. But in the face of Vader's confusion, the pain that lances through his Force signature at those words, Obi-Wan shakes his head, unable to bring himself to agree. He is dead. Obi-Wan died the day his master did.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead," he says. "I am what remains."

Vader takes a step away from him, hand tightening around his saber. Obi-Wan closes his eyes braces for the blow, prays that it will be quick and painless and that when he opens his eyes once more, he will see his master again.

And--and he does, though he feels no lightsaber connect with his body.

Yet when he blinks open his eyes, Anakin Skywalker's face is staring down at him, Darth Vader's mask held in his hands.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth, but no words come out in the face of the impossible. It is impossible.

This is impossible.

And yet--

And yet, Anakin Skywalker is there before him, red saber tossed to the side and mask dropped at his feet so that his hands are free to grab at Obi-Wan and pull him closer, pull him into his lap.

"I thought you were dead," Anakin is muttering as his nose runs along the planes of Obi-Wan's face, as his hands grab at his hair and then his cheeks, then further down, along his shoulders and chest. "Sidious said you were killed, I thought the worst--"

"No," Obi-Wan whispers, nonsensical. Nothing makes sense. This does not make sense. Obi-Wan's master is dead. Obi-Wan's master is here, holding him. But he can't be because he is dead. He died when the Temple fell. He died. His master is gone.

His master pulls his face away from his neck so that he can stare at him fully, hand stroking along his cheek, thumb rubbing at Obi-Wan's split lip. "Little star," his master murmurs. "You've come back to me, my pretty little star."

His master's eyes are golden, dark and crazed, and his Force signature is dangerous, possessive and heady. A firestorm, a hurricane. A black hole. Something that seems intent upon swallowing Obi-Wan and never letting him go again.

But he calls him little star.

And Obi-Wan throws his arms around his master and begins to sob.

[david-talks-sw]

Dooku didn't leave because of the Jedi.

At least, if you're going by George Lucas' word.

In deleted scenes of Attack of the Clones, when we learn about Dooku's departure and his values, there's no mention of the Jedi or "the Jedi Order as an institution".

And every time Lucas refers to Dooku's disenchantment and reason for falling, he doesn't mention the Jedi.

"When you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduced a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin." - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002

"[Dooku is] one of the few Jedi who became disenchanted with the Republic and left the order and he is leading a separatist movement." - Vanity Fair, 2002

"I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dooku’s disenchantment with the corruption in the Empire is actually valid. It’s all valid.  So, Chris plays it as, 'Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?'" - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002

He probably meant the Republic/Senate in that last one, but you get the point. And you're seeing the pattern, right?

Dooku's problem isn't the Jedi, it's the Republic.

He's become disenchanted with a system that - according to Lucas' prologue in the 2004 book Shatterpoint - worked for 1,000 years...

"For a thousand years, the Old Republic prospered and grew under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the venerable Jedi Knights."

... but has been rendered ineffective because of 1) senators becoming corrupt and 2) corporations gaining political power.

"But as often happens when wealth and power grow beyond all reasonable proportion, an evil fueled by greed arose. The massive organs of commerce mushroomed in power, the Senate became corrupt, and an ambitious named Palpatine was voted Supreme Chancellor."

That's the message Dooku runs on, when he rallies the systems to form the Separatist Alliance.

"By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic."

The Jedi aren't really a factor in his decision to leave.

Why would they be? Their political status isn't very high, they're virtually powerless, as illustrated by the film's narrative and stated repeatedly by Lucas.

On the contrary, as we already established in this post, Lucas full-on confirmed that Dooku actually carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi. Again:

Most Jedi agree with Dooku, ideologically.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, the politicians are effing up the Republic, and it sucks because the Jedi see this but aren't allowed to interfere in the political process. They have to resort to looking for loopholes in their mandates to actually get stuff done.

That's what that whole "she's a politician" scene is meant to hint at. In the commentary of Attack of the Clones, Lucas uses a similar turn of phrase as he does with Dooku.

"[This scene gives us] a chance to talk a little bit about politics and the Jedi’s disenchantment with the political process, due to the corruption and the ineffectiveness of the Senate." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

Considering all this, it becomes clear that the intended narrative surrounding Dooku's decision to leave the Order is not:

"The Jedi are dogmatic and asleep at the wheel except for Dooku, who is ahead of the curb and sees the system is flawed, so he left."

It's actually:

"ALL Jedi see the system is flawed, Dooku's the only Jedi who decided to take it a step further and leave the Order so he can try to get into politics himself and change things."

That's why they hesitate to accuse him of murder.

That's why in an earlier draft of the Attack of the Clones script, by the end of the second act, Mace STILL has his doubts that Dooku would sign a treaty with the Trade Federation to attack the Republic.

As far as the Jedi are concerned, Dooku is out there fighting the good fight, making noise because whenever they try to protest it falls on deaf ears... until his betrayal on Geonosis.

After all, let's not get it twisted: the Dooku we're introduced to in the films and The Clone Wars, isn't really just Dooku anymore.

He's Darth Tyranus.

A point Lucas makes sure to highlight in his Shatterpoint prologue:

"Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies."

It's not about doing the selfless thing for Dooku, anymore. He's knowingly part of the problem.

He's all about ambition, now. His personal goals are things like overthrowing Sidious and becoming the most powerful Jedi.

"[Anakin's] ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dooku’s. He says “I will become more powerful than every Jedi.” And you’ll hear later on Dooku will say “I have become more powerful than any Jedi.” [...] It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful, and control things." - Attack of the Clones, Director’s Commentary, 2002

"If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. [When revealing the truth to Obi-Wan], Dooku's ambition is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that and help in that, so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over." - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002

Y'know? Selfish things.

Dooku - like all other Sith, and like the very corporations and Senators he had sworn to destroy - is consumed by his own greed.

[whitejays-galaxy]

Star Wars cat AU pt. 2: The Villains of the Prequels

Some pose studies I did of these evil goobers:

Sidious:

Maul:

Dooku:

Vader:

Lore:

<Lightningstrike/Sidious>

Name Meaning: Bolts of "Lightning" are very unpredictable, and they always "Strike" when you least expect it. It also represents his deadliness and power that of a lightning bolt.

Plus he also got struck by lightning across the right side of his face when he was a smol psychopath kitten during training at some ancient Darkhaven temple

He's the same size as Yoda/Horizonstar in my AU

He eats other dead cats

He tore Dooku's pelt and made it into a cape he wears sometimes

His nest is made out of cat pelts and bones(mostly from the victims of Order 66)

He is capable of Force Masking(a rare Force ability that allows one to shapeshift into anything. The only other cat who had this ability in the same period was Qui-Gon-Jinn/Sagepelt)

He is an albino cat, and his only physical weakness is bad eyesight

<Bloodburn/Maul>

Name Meaning: "Blood" symbolizes his bloody past, and the loss of his brothers, and "Burn" symbolizes his world and true self burning away.

He was formerly called Russetstorm, and lived with his two brothers, Tigertalon/Savage, and Amberspark/Feral.

Since Dathomir is a society where she-cats have more power, Poisonstar/Mother Talzin was fascinated and angered at the same time when her son, Russetstorm beat all the other she-cats during sparring.

Soon, she realizes that Russetstorm is Force Sensitive, and she tries to get rid of him by sending him off to Lightningstrike in exchange for valuable metals and other resources.

Russetstorm quickly finds out that Poisonstar is trying to get rid of him, so he runs away in the middle of the night with Tigertalon and Amberspark.

They didn't go far, as the two brothers were brutally slaughtered by the guards before Russetstorm's very eyes.

Russetstorm tips to the dark side in his fury and anguish, killing all the guards; Lightningstrike, noticing Russet's raw power in the Force, abducts him anyhow and seduces him to the ways of the dark side.

Years later, Poisonstar would meet her downfall by her son's own claws, which takes place two years before the events of The Phantom Menace, and Russetstorm would be renamed Bloodburn.

<Frostshard/Tyrantturn/Dooku>

I mentioned the meaning of Dooku's name in my first Cat AU post, so I'll be telling you his Sith name here

Name Meaning: "Tyrant" because Frostshard betrayed everything he once stood for, and "Turn" represents his fall to the dark side.

Since he was never a full Darkhavener, his pelt stayed clean and his eyes were normal and not orange like a typical Darkhavener.

When he got killed by Skyfire/Anakin, he gets stuck in the Dark Forest(cat hell), soul constantly glitching/shifting from Frostshard to Tyrantturn(who has a dead grey pelt and orange eyes)

<Deadsoul/Vader>

Name Meaning: I chose "Dead" because Skyfire/Anakin died when he turned to the dark side. He lost everything, with no reason to live except to serve Lightningstrike/Sidious until he died. 

I chose "Soul" because he is a lost soul wandering in the remains of his failures and losses. His body is functioning, but his spirit has been crushed into smithereens.

After his battle with Hazeldusk/Obi-Wan, his body gets reconstructed in the Dark Forest(which Lightningstrike opens a portal in Mustafar using the dark side of the Force)

Nine Darkhaven/Sith souls(Revan/Corvidheart, Maul/Bloodburn, Plagueis/Plagueshadow, Bane/Nightshade, Tyranus/Tyrantturn, Starkiller, Malgus/Stormcutter, Tenebrae/Vortexvoid, and Hellfire/founder of Darkhaven)were used for his life support, and each soul gave him the power of its owner(but only if he studied the different aspects of the Dark Force was he then able to obtain the soul's energy. Which he does with most of the time during the OG trilogy)

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[2broschlininahotub]

The Tyrant's Archnemesis

Yandere villain x hero reader short story.

Tyranus is a villain that is jealous of you having any other villain as he thinks he should be your only villain. This leads to him threatening other villains to not fight you or else he will destroy their entire empire.

Tyranus, a villain who has been terrorizing the city. He is a villain who is only of c-class. You are a c-class hero that has been sent to deal with him by your agency. Since you are the first hero that ever took notice of him, you are his archnemesis

Tyranus has the appearance of man in a white mask that covers his entire face except his eyes and an admiral style outfut . His hair behind the mask is silver and his eyes are black and red like the ghouls in tokyo ghoul.

The side effect is that you are seen as a pretty weak hero that only fights low tier threats or just tyranus. You get fired by your agency as you were considered dead weight and useless by your agency and peers. You quit becoming a hero after this incident and move out of the city.

Tyranus sees another hero take your place. He gets angry that there is another hero trying take your place so he promptly kicks that newbie's butt in an instant. The newbie's fear of Tyranus after getting his butt kicked by Tyranus is making Tyranus stronger as he gets stronger the more people fear him.

This makes the agency send more heroes against Tyranus which simultaneously makes Tyranus stronger. The agency then calls for help from neighboring cities and this eventually makes Tyranus a national level threat or S class. If you are wondering why did agency not think of asking you, It was an agency that was pretty elitist as they thought how is a c class hero going to defeat an S class villain and the fact that you blocked them and ignored all their calls for help form the other heroes.

If you want to know how Tyranus' power works it basically goes as this. His power allows him to copy the powers of anyone he who fears him then his copied ability's power and his own strength is multiplied by the amount of people afraid him and if there is enough people afraid him. Instead of it becoming multiplicative it becomes exponential.

I was inspired by Freddy Krueger and how he gets stronger based on how much people fear him.

[charmwasjess]

Hi Jess! I have been reading the Darth Plagueis book, wherein he says that to get a true Sith, you can’t just corrupt a Jedi, you have to go a lot further… as much as Dooku was the right hand man of Palpatine, I think he was a lot less “true Sith Lord” and a lot more “fallen Jedi”… thoughts?

P.S. what do you think would’ve happened if Obi-Wan and Dooku joined forces? I’m not sure if you have written about them yet 

Always good to hear from you, bud! :D What a fantastic question!

I’ll start off by pointing out that Sidious, who as The Big Sith Master is the only dude who gets to say who is or isn’t a Sith, seems to consider him one, in an official capacity. But I TOTALLY see what you’re saying, and I tend to agree with you (and with Plagueis!) I think Dooku’s storytelling role, his identity in the saga, is that of a fallen Jedi, not characterizing the typical qualities in a Sith Lord. He might be officially a Sith, but narratively, it almost doesn’t matter. 

You know, it’s Dooku: Jedi Lost, not Dooku: Sith Rising. There’s no denying that Dooku is an unconventional Sith, to say the least. He only flashes Sith eyes once. He still uses his Jedi lightsaber form - a lightsaber form which is all about disarming, not deathblows. He has a notoriously difficult time killing, and seems to put off important kills out of blatant sentimentality, or get someone else to do them, often halfheartedly. On the sliding scale from “moments where he visibly looks miserable” in Clone Wars to some of the Legends novels where Dooku as a POV character outright describes his own life in excruciating terms full of regret and desperation, we as viewers are to understand that Dooku’s decision is the ultimate sunk-cost fallacy, one he pays for again and again. A miserable dance that concludes on his knees with that very expressive final look at Sidious. We see that he has wagered wrongly, and more, in that moment, that he finally knows it – just as much as we do. 

And of course, there are plenty of reasons for the conflict in the character  - everything from his motivations of corrupted idealism to the simple fact of old habits. I mean, Anakin spent 23 years as Vader as opposed to 14 years in the Order; Dooku, a mere 13 years as Tyranus, with a 60 year Jedi career hardcoded into his body.

But I think it’s more than just how Dooku feels about his identity as a Sith. Some of it is surely how Sidious treats him. 

To Sidious, Dooku is a servant and a patsy, a stopgap solution to his Maul -> Anakin apprentice problem, and certainly not ever as an heir to his and Plagueis’s Sith line. He is not training Dooku to carry on the legacy and knowledge of the Sith after he’s gone. (It’s arguable that Sidious doesn’t think anyone will NEED to carry it on, as he himself will be immortal.) Still, it’s not hard to see that Sidious does not have a lot of motivation or time to thoroughly sithize Dooku or give him an equal stake. Dooku himself behaves unreliably, is resentful and argumentative, can’t stop collecting minions, and plotting to overthrow his Master seems to be the one part of being a Sith that Dooku actually enjoys. He’s a liability to Sidious- and teaching him more Sith lore and powers just makes him more of a threat. 

Dooku himself articulates it well, so I'll give the last word to him. Here he is talking about what it’s like to be a Sith apprentice from Yoda: Dark Rendezvous:

[dapurinthos]

the facts were these (/pushing daisies narrator man i miss pushing daisies):

jedi facts: in this nebulous '5th quarter', a skirmish broke out on felucia, sifo was assigned to negotiate peace talks. peace talks ‘failed’, he was ‘killed’. there was a 2nd jedi present when he ‘died’. sifo’s body was cremated.

valorum’s facts: it was a senate committee working on the syndicate matter but shame shame drugs shame valorum himself contacted sifo to ‘stabilize’ things sifo AND silman were killed on felucia no bodies

pyke facts: we know nothing masters jedi sirs. honest. okay we saw him but we didn’t see anyone else. okay okay we saw him AND the advisor. we shot ‘em both down over our moon because we made an alliance with this guy calling himself tyranus. we retrieved the jedi’s body and snatched up the advisor, didn’t tell tyranus. u want him? u can have him.

silman’s facts: they TRICKED US precious the pykes killed sifo because tyranus wanted to use his identity

dooku's facts: sifo-dyas understood he saw the future that is why he helped me

the floating timeline of sifo goes like this:

tan divo & the coruscant police’s racist investigations (prior) unhelpful; investigations into hutts go slightly better (35BBY)

other syndicates threatening a full-out gang war in the coruscant underworld due to the pykes’ almost complete control over the production of raw spice (kessel, etc.)

senate committee goes uh-oh

valorum goes uh-oh, calls sifo for a meeting

sifo departs coruscant w/ silman, in a jedi t-6 shuttle

sifo & silman (the delegation) arrive on oba-diah

council messages with orders to attend to flare up on felucia

sifo leaves oba diah with silman, reaches distance of oba diah moon before being shot down by the pykes. silman is taken by the pykes.

dooku arrives at jedi temple (to delete kamino data), talks with jocasta, qui-gon, yaddle

battle of theed (45.04.19 hurrah an actual date)

at least one night passes; news of qui-gon’s death percolates.

dooku goes to confront sidious, has already ‘dealt’ with sifo-dyas, precise dates of 'dealing with' unknown.

what the fuck is a fifth quarter? it’s the time of year between black friday or christmas and the end of january in the us apparently. it’s a fiscal term. or, legally, the three full calendar months of the thirteenth calendar month from the final closing date. whatever the fuck THAT means in this gffa. HOWEVER we know there is calendric fuckery because this is star wars there is ALWAYS calendric fuckery. judicial uses the 10 month calendar. coruscant reckoning uses a (supposedly) 365 day calendar (i make this work by saying there are 3 uncounted days, the way the 10-month calendar is both 350 days AND 368 days).

possibilities: ‘the fifth quarter’ refers to those days in the 10-month calendar that aren’t counted; it’s the time between the festival of stars and new year (both one-week holidays). HOWEVER HOWEVER they also totally screwed up how the dates go by putting the battle of yavin too late in the coruscant reckoning year that it necessitates the phantom menace taking place in 33BBY so that’s what i think of THAT calendar (i did figure out the equalisation tho because i am like that. the crc has to start on 11.33 of the 10-month calendar). it can ALSO be the summer if you're talking in terms of school. ffs.

or, since the crc was done BASED ON VIBES we can go based on MY vibes (which are objectively correct) and place sifo-dyas's death date on 04.04 because:

four is death

it's before all of naboo, which puts it in line w/ tales of the jedi

it's recent enough that dooku's still doing to be a complete scribble over it

it works with disney AND legends in that it takes place post-perlemian gathering/kamino-informing and before naboo

the nitty-gritty (but not the nitty-nitty gritty) timeline (brackets are my own personal timeline, the / dates are how far through the year they are, counting down, so 32.9BBY is the 2nd month of 33BBY):

42.??.??, 35BBY: tan divo’s investigations into pyke spice trafficking begins. he fucks this up by giving into racism and believing all pykes are involved in this spice trafficking. 33BBY/32.8 (44.05.26): yinchorri attack on jedi temple; two killed; proposed point at which sifo leaves the council (final attempt at getting council to believe in his vision of the necessity of an army in the wake of the yinchorri incident, in the wake of the yam’rii incident) 32.5 (08.26): eriadu trade conference; assassination of trade fed. leadership 32.4 (09.23): passing of prop 31-814D, taxing free trade zones ???: trip to kwenn (unknown date, only that sifo is not on council) 32.4 (09.31): finis valorum under investigation for corruption 32.4: mas amedda appointed vice chancellor; valorum’s powers limited (10.01): valorum appears before court to answer corruption charges 32.3/10.05: election day, standard day each year; amidala elected queen 32BBY (45.03.23): chommell sector summit announcement 32 (03.35): gathering on perlemian orbital facility (plagueis drops the anvil about kamino to sifo-dyas) (04.02): valorum calls meeting with sifo, he and silman depart later that day (04.03): arrival on oba diah (04.04): message from council, re: felucia; departure from oba diah; shot down (04.05): blockade of naboo begins; 1 week since perlemian gathering

31.9BBY/04.14: the phantom menace begins.

04.18: arrival on coruscant; dooku & qui-gon speak during the day after the first high council meeting, before qui-gon goes to collect anakin from palpatine’s residence; departure for naboo that night; flight takes overnight. 04.19: v. early morning on coruscant is ~ mid-afternoon naboo time; occurrence of deaths: plagueis (early CR) > qui-gon (aft NB) > maul (aft NB); naboo is about 12+ hours ahead of coruscant in terms of time; result of no-confidence vote daytime on coruscant (evening naboo) 04.20: swearing-in of chancellor palpatine (coruscant day), jedi ready to leave for naboo in afternoon (early morning 21st naboo > arrival late 21st naboo). dooku confronts sidious at the limerge building in the works just before sunset. kills yaddle. there’s probably a sloppy attempt at sex here because dooku just wants out of his own head sorry not sorry 04.21: sidious departs for naboo, early coruscant morning 04.22 naboo: funeral of qui-gon jinn held 3 days post-battle of theed in naboo evening (coruscant morning)

[falcatas]

Rate your OC: Natia Brosca (Little Warden Commander)

I am copying this by @mynameisalanwake so go check that post! Now I feel like rambling a bit, so I'm going to do a post for each of my Dragon Age OCs. Yeah! Forgive any mistake, please.

Starting with:

Natia Brosca (the Warden)

In the images: Brosca and her unreadable face. Also featuring a height comparison with Alistair, because it's very important. SHE IS SHORT. She usually climbs up Nathaniel and uses him as a strategy tower, specially at very formal wartable meetings.

Compassion: 3/10. According to Brosca, only those who fight and earn it deserve compassion. 

Bitterness: 5/10. Still very perky considering all the horrible things she has lived through and seen. 

Happiness: 6/10. She accepts any crumb after being a casteless dwarf. She is happy even killing darkspawn in a dirty hole, as long as she can be “someone”. It’s not that she is truly happy, it is that she must choose happiness, or else she will be depressed. 

Politeness: 3/10. That's why Nathaniel is such an important factor here, or Brosca would be fighting everyone all the time. 

Chivalry: 4/10. She doesn’t intend to, but some people are so hapless that they can see some chivalry in her. Kind of…

Pride: 9/10. She is going to do whatever it takes to survive and she is not going to be ashamed at the end… maybe a little (that’s why it’s a 9). 

Honesty: 6/10. She is direct ans sharp. Not in most of the cases, but Brosca can betray people without batting an eye. Kind of neutral most of the time. Only exceptions are the people she considers her subordinates (though there were some “little betrayals” and they accepted it). 

Love: 6/10. She is not made for romance, but friendship. She pretends she doesn’t love anyone, but she loves her friends a lot (very, very deep down, in her wicked way). We should add that her “friends” are the son of a tyranus, an apostate, a pathetic uncle dwarf, a symbolically dead dwarf and a cat. She respects (a little) a gray warden King, a witch of the wilds and a spirit of justice. She used to consider a mage elf. About the other ones, we will see…

Bravery: 100/10. She can order her own feet not to tremble in front of an Archdemon and her feet will obey. 

Recklessness: 6/10. She looks reckless because she is chaotic and, at the end, Brosca knows can’t control everything, so she adapts accordingly. The truth is she is cunning as hell and observes everything with those unreadable eyes. 

Ambition: 10/10. Not gold, but for survival and renown. 

Loyalty: 100/10 but just with her people. Otherwise, 2/10. 

Sense of family: 5/10. She likes Rica and little Endrin, and hates her mom. But now that Rica is secure with Bhelen, her family is the “found family”, aka, the bunch of hopeless weirdos she pretends not to care about. She refuses to recognise them as her family, because people die and it hurts. 

Attractiveness: 5/10. Come on, she is a dwarf, not sturdy enough by dwarven standards, a cute face but too short for humans and elves. She is a tiny potato for qunari people. But she does have personality (and a fit body) and maybe it saves her. She uses her childish face to trick the surface dwellers.

Agility: 1000000000000/10. Last time I saw her stats, her dexterity was absurdly high.

Sex drive: 3/10. Until now, an absolute disaster. Her only real relationship was with Alistair, before he became King. A pair of ruthless dwarves during her casteless time (and then she decided she was not made to please others for a living and discovered that punching people alongside Leske was her thing). Some paid elves or dwarves in brothels, and that’s all. We hope a certain Nevarran elf can fix that. 

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 28: The Sea Alor

Pairing: Sea Alor Mer Jango Fett x Harpy Reader

Summary: The in hiding king of the Mer feels bad for a caged Harpy.

Author’s Note: I hope this turns out alright.

Warnings: non- permanent main character death and reference to physical and mental trauma.

Word Count: 1646

Prompt: Well funded ships keep a harpy caged at the helm, for calling or dispersing winds when necessary. Mermaids and harpies are natural enemies. But still, I feel sorry for them.

Prompt 3236 by deepwatwrwritingprompts

Well funded ships keep a harpy caged at the helm, for calling or dispersing winds when necessary. Mermaids and harpies are natural enemies. But still, he feels sorry for them.

Jango occasionally found work on these ships. The captain believes him a storm summoner and in truth it’s what most of his employers believe. While he prefers to hunt for bounties across the high seas, these jobs weren’t a problem if they paid his fee. He often finds himself in the company of a caged and wing clipped harpy, but this is different.

Your eyes linger on him for long stretches of time and you look like you wish to speak with him. Usually Jango would just ignore the looks, but this did not feel like begging for help that would not come. It’s inquisitive and analytical; he wonders if you have figured out who he truly is. What he truly is.

Being the Sea Alor has many benefits, one being the siren song ability. He makes sure the crew will remain asleep before walking up to your cage. You are wide awake, waiting for him.

“Sea Alor.” You cut right to the chase and look him dead in the eyes through the t-face of his helmet. Well, that’s one question answered.

“Harpy.” Jango curtly responds as he crosses his arms. “What do you wish to say?”

You suddenly look very unsure. Your talons scratch at the metal bars and deck beneath you. “Have you taken the deal with Tyranus yet?”

“What?” He bites out in complete disbelief. There is no way you should be able to know that. You watch his whole body go absolutely still.

“I see…” Your voice trails off before taking a deep breath. “When your only recognized child is ten, you shall leave him an orphan.”

Both his hands reach in and snatch the collar of your shirt. You barely have enough time to grip the bars to stop your face from hitting them as he pulls you to him. His face is twisted in a terrifying snarl with his sharp Mer teeth coming out inches from your face. You feel choppy waves slam into the ship and see the stars vanish behind dark clouds. It’s terrifying to think this is but the tip of the iceberg of his destructive power.

“Tell me what you know, Harpy.” You summon all your anger and courage, feeling the wind fight back against him. It was first your ally, not his. You think of all you have seen of the future. How his longing for revenge against the Jedi helps almost doom the world, leads an army of Mer clones to suffer and die in vain, and one boy orphaned.

“My freedom first, Fett.” You hiss, snapping your own sharp teeth. You extend out one of your hands, knowing he has the magic to bind you two to an agreement. “Deal?”

Once the journey is done, Jango leaves the ship before swimming up in Mer form that very night. He breaks you out true to his word and you keep up your end of the bargain. You explain, like how Tarre Vizsla was both Mer and a Jedi, you are both a harpy and blessed with a wider range of magic. You get snippets of the future. You tell him how a 10 year old Boba gets to watch his father get decapitated by a Jedi.

While he believes you're being honest, he can’t have you spreading word around about Kamino island so he half drags you back with him. While that might be everything on his death, you obviously know far more about everything else than you're letting on. Especially with the amount of disdain you hold for him. Also, any more visions could give more context or details about his death in eight years.

At first, you are just the stranger next door to Jango’s apartment. The one off worlder that isn’t a trainer, but Jango is keeping here anyway. It gives you the freedom to move around the facilities, but interacting with the mer clones is far more difficult. But you are kind in little ways when the Kaminoans and the trainers aren’t looking.

Rex, Cody, Wolffe, Fox, Ponds, and Bly are the main ones. Unlike many of the others, you’ve stolen multiple hugs from Bly, Rex, and Cody and ruffled the hair of the other three. The amount of slowly grown trust in their bright brown eyes means the world to you.

You have seen them the most in your visions about the Mer clones, but you do your best with all of them. You try to keep track of the clones you’ve seen in visions, but it’s impossible to run into all of them all the time. Some you see maybe a couple of times in your entirety of time on Kamino like Delta Squad for example. Emerie and Omega are the only ones you never get to see.

While you have a few more visions of the coming war, there is nothing to help the Mer clones or how to stop Palpatine completely. Kark, just avoiding the sith’s attention was hard enough work.

However, something unexpected happens in your plans. You slowly become Boba’s other guardian. You have a soft spot for him from all the visions you’ve seen and you're more than happy to watch him for Jango. But about a year in, you find him calling you mom and Buir; it warms your heart more than you're willing to admit.

Jango, on the other hand, you continue to deeply despise. Does he have a valid reason for wanting the destruction of the Jedi? Yes, even if he is taking it too far and it needs to be stopped for everyone’s good. However, his treatment of the mer clones as cattle makes you want to scream. You tolerate him for the goal of changing the future.

When he begins to take interest in Cody, however, you panic. You had thought you had covered all your tracks. You apparently had for the Kaminoans, but not Jango.

“Is that one meant for glory?” He mutters under his breath as you walk away side by side.

“What do you care?” You hiss, too angry to look at him. “Go back to ignoring him; it’s less cruel that way.”

But the cruelest twist of fate is how behind closed apartment doors, when you can’t see the cold stare he gives the army made in his image, you grow to like his company. It takes five or so years to realize it, but you love the little family you, he, and Boba have made together. Longing stares and soft touches become nights shared and living with him and Boba in their apartment.

And you hate yourself for falling for him. This man was simultaneously filled with so much love and disdain. Who is just as capable of protecting family as he is abandoning it. Who is able to abandon his responsibilities as Sea Alor and yet still has a code of honor. He is a mess of contradictions. You want to hate him. It would be so much easier to just hate him.

Geonosis is a desert island and Boba is ten. Jango clearly recognizes all the details from your visions over the years. He goes in anyway. Knowing who he’s going to face, he thinks he can win.

He doesn’t. His fate comes for him anyway. You and Boba are left in heartbroken shock. But this… this isn’t the end. You refuse to stand there while fate takes its course. When the battle ends, you and Boba work fast to get him aboard Slave I. And you then start the ritual.

Jango doesn’t understand why he’s on Mandalore. Or how he’s on Mandalore. He’s dead; he died. His fingers trace along his neck and he finds a burn scar going all the way around. It was definitely real.

A thirteen year old Boba soon explains as best he can after a tearful reunion. While his son explains the insanity of the war, how your kindness had left channels open with multiple battalions, and with Boba’s growing magical strength as the next Sea Alor, they were able to unite the Mandalorian Sector, he conveniently circumvents how Jango was alive.

“What did she give, Boba?” His son goes deadly quiet. Boba looks so much older and it makes Jango want to be sick, thinking of all he’d missed. “You need to tell me.”

“She’s lived with it for three years already. It’s not…” Boba whispers the next part. “That bad.”

Jango has to switch into mer form to find you. You tucked yourself away in a quiet cove that’s hard to access by land. He pulls himself up to sit next to you on the sand. He watches the way the drowning sun’s light reflects off his silver scales.

“It all happened as you prophesied.” He states, unsure of how else to start. You were right about everything.

“Not completely.” You smile sadly. “I got to save a few more Mer clones and Jedi. I’ve sped up how fast they’ll be free from their mind control enchantment. And Mandalore won’t fall victim to the empire and it’s stable.”

“Besides, I have you, Boba, and so many of my other sons. I did quite a lot without magic since your death.” You look out at the setting sun. Jango analyzes you and hates to see that his son was right. The wind doesn’t react to you anymore.

“Cuyan…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I was not worth your wings.” Your back itches when he says that. You had almost gone mad trapped in a human body at first, but Boba and the mer clones had helped keep you grounded.

“You are.” Jango gives you a truly genuine smile and leans his forehead against yours.

[purple-ant]

>:D Torture.

I should have seen this coming from YOU

I'm so SO proud (and a little scared) of Torture or officially "I Pray My Mind be Good to Me"

first a little piece and then my rumbling

Sifo-Dyas looks at him with suspicion. “Everything I want?” he asks again. “And not just walks, not just food and a place to sleep?” Dooku doesn't sigh. He brought this on himself, he was the one who made basic needs a luxury for Sifo-Dyas. “Yes,” he thinks for a moment. “Within reasonable limits, without harm to people of Serenno.” "You think I would harm the innocent?" Sifo-Dyas looks offended. "I am not you, Tyranus." Dooku takes the sting of those words, that name. It's all true, after all. Sifo-Dyas looks at him for a second longer. "And no consequences?" "None-" The pain is sharp. Not the worst Dooku has ever felt, but it is unexpected, and for a second the world is lost in its scarlet flash. He steps back, clutches his nose. The blood on his fingers is hot. Dooku blinks and looks up. Sifo-Dyas freezes. His dark eyes are wide in terror, his still clenched fist pressed to his chest. His whole body is permeated with tension. He is ready to run. He is too afraid to do so. He is ready to fall to his knees, begging for any mitigation of his insolence. He cannot move. He simply stares at Dooku, waiting for him to break that word too.

It started as a little sad piece for THIS awful theory. It had the hair fixing and sifo being sassy even in such awful situation and now its main draft exceeds fifty thousand words (number is too big for me to think about). Last fall I believed the rescue would be the final chapter or at least close to the final but now it became just an end of the first act. Because the seer has taken a lot of damage, and that can't be fixed by just dragging him out of the cave.

The "Second Act" would need new tags and some of them ah describe the "fucked up" part of From Friends to Enemies to Fucked Up Lovers tag and I'm so worried about it. I hope it won't scare people off :c

It has SO MANY OF ITS OWN AUs, it's funny

Dabogah

Stuck together

rescue (jedi version)

he killed the sith :D

all the ways it could go wrong

ask me about my others wip or join the game here

[depressed-sock]

By the glowing tides we rise (1000 words) by depressed-sock Gift for: revanchxst (BadWolfGirl01). Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Shmi Skywalker/Mace Windu, Dooku & Mace Windu Characters: Mace Windu, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Shmi Skywalker Additional Tags: Hidden Jedi Order (Star Wars), Sith Apprentice Shmi Skywalker, Gathering Information, Mild Hurt/Comfort, trading information, would it be considered a political maneuver? Probably Series: Part 3 of Moonlight

...

There is no place that is truly safe on Coruscant but there are places that if you dig down far enough, they make a barrier between you and the metal above. Mace’s steps do not echo as he makes his way to the docks. The water a brine that almost smells unfamiliar after spending months so far above.

The smog of the city smells little like fresh air, but apparently after enough time you can barely tell the difference. He wrinkles his nose in displeasure before smoothing out the expression. Life down here is slower than the upper levels but still busy enough that he can slip through the crowd easily unnoticed. Strangely this place feels like the least affected part of Coruscant by the Sith’s corruption.

The darkness but a touch, chased off by the light that resides down here. Mace pulls his hood further down, passing by waters filled with the glow of fish that tread the water without fear.

His purpose here is important. Especially considering how long he’s been stuck here with Shmi Skywalker. No escape route currently in sight. He walks up a set of steps carved into stone finding the alcove that’s been hidden from sight of anyone who does not belong.

It feels like the first time he’s been able to take a full breath, as the light side of the force reaches for him. The shrine that resides here is simple, made by people who had no way to know that what they’ve made has become something far deeper. Residing in the stone, the water, the air. Hope and happiness and life.

“Are you going to stand there forever?” He asks without turning around. The steps that approach are even, heels clicking against the stone. Out of the corner of his eye Count Dooku steps up to his side, peering down at the shrine with him.

“You were supposed to leave several months ago.” Dooku’s voice is drawl that’s almost scathing.

“I was,” Mace agrees.

“I must wonder why the Master of the Jedi Order has remained and tied,” Dooku practically spits the word, “himself to the Emperor’s favored apprentice.”

“I could wonder something similar about yourself.” He turns now, facing the man who has fallen and yet kept silent about his previous allegiances. “But then we’d be here wasting time, until it was too late to do anything else.”

Dooku faces him, eyebrow raised and clearly unhappy with the non-answer. “I’m sure we can make time. If we try hard enough.” The barb is not meant for Mace, so he resolutely ignores it.

“A trade of information then?” Mace stares the other man down. Unwilling to bend, or to allow his anger to be stoked.

“I hope you’re aware he won’t let her go. Not unless she’s dead first at least.”

“We’re aware.”

Dooku scoffs, shaking his head. “A trade of information, you said? What do you possibly think you could have that I would find valuable?”

Mace studies the man. The lines he’s gained over the years, the white that has slowly taken over the black of his hair. He looks like a man whose only got spite left to fuel him. There’s a slew of information he could give the other. But only one he thinks the man will truly find important.

“Qui-gon is alive.”

Dooku’s eyes narrow, his lips pierce. Testing the force for a lie that does not exist. “How?”

“A trade usually goes both ways, Master Dooku.” Mace says to nail his point home. Dooku may have left, may have fallen. But he was once a Jedi, who walked the same path as Mace and many other’s have.

The glare he receives would make any other feel the fear from the threat that clearly lies in those eyes. Mace has had to sit through a dinner with Sith apprentices and the Emperor himself. Dooku has nothing on that particular experience.

“And what is it the Master of the Order cannot find himself?”

Mace does not smile, but he thinks it’s the closest he’s come to it with anyone who was not Shmi in a long time.

…

He finds himself at a familiar cafe in the upper parts of Coruscant, working through his datapad with the new set of information he’s gained. A step closer to their goal. From his side of things at least. He goes to lift his cup to his lips, only to find another hand, gently snatching it away. He looks up from his work, eyebrow raised as Shmi takes a sip of his tea. Clearly amused at his expense.

“I was not aware Sith Apprentices had to stoop to stealing others drinks.”

She gives him an amused huff, setting the cup back into his hand and taking a seat. “Didn’t you know? We’re all about stealing things that don’t belong to us.”

“I should, considering you have quite the success rate.”

She laughs, it’s an almost breathless kind of thing. One of a kind, just like the woman herself. He takes a sip, lips pressing against the spot hers were at. She rolls her eyes at him before stealing a part of his pastry too.

“Thank you,” she says softly, “I think I really needed that today.”

He sets the datapad down, covers one of her hands with his own. No information to exchange this time, just comfort as he squeezes gently. She places her other hand on top of his, sleeve pulling far enough back he can see the bandages poking through.

He doesn’t ask her about them. Only sends a small wave of warmth through his hands and into her. She shudders, leaning closer into his side. “We’ll get you through this,” his voice is soft enough that only she can hear it above the noise of the city.

“We will,” she whispers back, swallowing hard before she pulls back from him. “Now let me tell you about my day.”

His smile is a small soft thing as she speaks.

[prodijedi-archived]

grief

── ⠀⠀@misfittcd

⠀⠀[ ⠀⠀ FROM single-word headcanon prompts⠀⠀]

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DOOKU HAS HAD TO GRIEVE the loss of himself to the DARK SIDE ever since he was a CHILD. When Dooku was naught but a young PADAWAN LEARNER struggling to find his footing amidst the shadow of MASTER YODA, his childhood best friend SIFO-DYAS confided in him regarding the TERRIBLE FATE that he foresaw in Dooku’s future.

Sifo-Dyas’s haunted hues flickered up towards his brother in all but blood, resembling in that moment not a youth just beginning to blossom into his full potential — but rather, an ancient oracle of eldritch design. Eternal GRIEF was etched into the boy’s features, his shoulders sagging under the weight of horrible ANGUISH. The burden of witnessing the future as if it has already come to pass was a mighty burden to bear indeed, Dooku mused, his heart clenching at the thought of Sifo-Dyas suffering such a dreadful experience. Intimate knowledge of history yet to be made is not for the faint of heart, and to Dooku, Sifo-Dyas has proven his bravery time and time again through enduring this TRIAL BY FIRE every single day. ⠀⠀Dooku leaned forward, ENTRANCED by the dangerous promise of PROPHECY. “Tell me,” he implored, his voice as soft as the breeze that presently ruffles his hair and the leaves of the Great Tree. “What is it that troubles you?” Unblinking, Sifo-Dyas gazed upon him. The silence stretched on for an ETERNITY, and Dooku found himself growing increasingly unsettled. ⠀Finally, Sifo-Dyas spoke. “Dooku,” Even the manner in which his name was uttered was a CONDEMNATION. Dooku cannot help but flinch, rendered privy as he was to the peculiar sensation of a thousand knives piercing his heart at once. “You are going to be terrible.” Dooku’s heart dropped into his stomach, dragged down by the merciless DREAD which now settled within his bones. Despite his best efforts to resist the allure of foresight, Dooku was nevertheless MESMERIZED by Sifo-Dyas’s whispers of the future. He listened to his friend with wide eyes and parted lips, a mighty HURRICANE of emotions gaining strength with each word spoken. BOYHOOD is so very peculiar when one is doomed to become a MONSTER. —⠀⠀A MEMORY FOREVER ETCHED WITHIN DOOKU’S TORTURED MIND.

ALTHOUGH SUCH MORBID observations were kept entirely to himself and never divulged to his best friend, it was a commonplace tragedy for Sifo-Dyas to meet Dooku’s hazel hues — and witness instead DARTH TYRANUS glaring back at him from the annuls of a future unwritten.

⠀⠀DOOKU, MEANWHILE, BEGAN TO discover the DANGERS that lurked within PROPHECY. DEVASTATED by this mighty blow upon his soul, he sought some semblance of deceptive comfort in grieving preemptively what could have been. Sifo-Dyas’s condemnation lingered beneath the surface of the façade donned by the finest swordsman to ever grace the ranks of the Jedi Order, consuming him from within as he sought the comfort of vehement DENIAL amidst his day to day endeavors. Dooku operated under the DEADLY ASSUMPTION that he would be able to OUTSMART THE DARKNESS when the Sith sought to approach him at last, erroneously believing that he was capable of unlocking their knowledge without succumbing to the darkness himself.

⠀⠀However, the SITH DEAL IN ABSOLUTES. One cannot learn their ways without embracing such practices in their ENTIRETY, for the Sith are EXPERTS at bringing new souls into their ranks. Despite the prior knowledge that Dooku possessed regarding his fall, he remained OBLIVIOUS while Sidious sunk poison-soaked claws into his troubled heart and transformed him into the grotesque creature called DARTH TYRANUS. Only upon the demise of MASTER YADDLE did Dooku realize that Sidious succeeded in his sinister quest for CORRUPTION; however, IT WAS TOO LATE. Dooku was FOREVER TRAPPED within the dictatorial grasp of darkness, and there was no escape. Sifo-Dyas’s prophecy came true.

[mila-stardust]

PREVENTING ORDER 66

WHAT LEAD TO DISCOVERING THE ORDER 66 TO THE POINT THAT THEY ALMOST TOOK ACTION AGAINST PALPATINE:

discovery of the Clone Army on Kamino - 22BBY

learning about Sypho Dias

Jango Fett mentioning Tyrannus

Dooku reveals the Senate has a mole - Sheev Palpatine

Palpatine gets the emergency powers

Battle of Geonosis + start of the Clone Wars - 22BBY

Tup kills Jedi Master Tiplar (S6E10 - The Unknown) - 19BBY

START OF CONSPIRACY (thought as The Separatist conspiracy)

Fives discovers the chips (S6E3)

Palpatine “discuss” with Fives alone (S6E4)

Palpatine confesses to Fives he orchestrated it all

Fives “attacks” Palpatine

Fives escapes

Fives meets Anakin and Rex

Fives tells them everything

they don’t believe Fives

Fox shoots Fives

Fives dies

Palpatine lies it’s a parasite native to Ringo Vinda that made the Clones haywire

Dooku reveals he is Tyrannus (S6E10 The Lost One) - 19BBY

Anakin and Obi-Wan engage Dooku in combat where Lom reveals that the man called Tyranus is really Count Dooku

Dooku reveals that he was telling the truth on Geonosis

Dooku kills Lom and duels Anakin for a short time before defeating him and managing to escape

On Coruscant, the Council deduces that Dooku was responsible for the creation of the clone army.

Questioning why their enemy created an army for them

Yoda explains that this must really be the work of the Dark Lord of the Sith and that all they can do is "play his game."

Kix began questioning the so-called virus - 19BBY (After the Battle of Anaxes (S7E1)

he conducts his own further investigations into the matter after he discovered that Fives had discovered the truth before his untimely death

learning that the biochip implanted in every clone soldier's head could send out an order directly from the Chancellor to betray and kill the Jedi

KIX NEVER GETS TO TELL THE JEDI

POSSIBLE WAYS TO LEARN OF ORDER 66:

believing Fives

Kix manages to tell her about the Orders - someone of the Jedi doing their own investigating after the Fives’ death

finding out about Orders

maybe perhaps connecting the damn dots either in 22BBY OR after Dooku says everything again

maybe perhaps Ashoka using brain and be "Wait a minute... I know I believe my master would never do that... But he did sometimes do that thing where his action would kinda foreshadow the future outcome... and there was this evil music playing every time he did something like that... I cannot put my feelings before my better judgment. Maul! We gotta tell everyone before it's too fucking late."

POSSIBLE WAYS TO PREVENT THE ORDER 66

holo-transmission hacking (so when Palpatine does eventually orders it sounds like 65 instead of 66 (you can't tell me AI cannot do that voice changer shit))

reprogramming the chips to switch the 66 and 65 orders (IDK if that can be done, but in Legends I think you can add the orders afterwards so why tf not)

operating on Clones in secret (to remove the chip)

creating a virus that targets the chip (disguised as a mandatory shot or procedure)

Anakin fucking lets Palpatine die (if during Palpatine's arrest, Anakin hadn't interfered or arrived one second later Palpatine would have died and order 66 would never have been issued)

removing the chip only from commanders (then order 66 would fall on deaf ears)

someone going "Oops I accidentally shot Chancellor Palpatine and now must go to prison. But fear not after X years they will release me and congratulate and ask for forgiveness after finding out about the hidden list of orders and chips and all the Death Star blueprints." for the plot

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[ennieasys]

We are re-watching all the star wars movies bc we forgot almost all of it and here are our reactions to Episode II The Clone Wars. Everything Kat says is in bold (and trust me she says a lot) and CW for language, inappropriate/sexual jokes and references and a whole lot of gayness. Enjoy!

Little bitch (Anakin) jumps out of flying cars often?

Yes yes use your mindfuckery

Istg is little bitch a perv?

Am I the only one who thinks that dream scene was weirdly erotic?

Boba is but a babe

Run dilf run (jango fett)

Oh my fuck Natalie Portman's a cutie

Asshole (Obi-wan) you don't go in the same hole as another man it's just not polite

*Anakin leaves* Oh no, Padme's all alone, who will take care of her?

Oh it's the man I thought was an object in the first movie (viceroy) - Tate

She does not have the right to be that sexy

Oh shit little bitch did a fuckin massacre

I can be a better boyfriend than him~

Little bitch don't be a villain I didn't and I had worse, wait is that unempathetic

*Idk Padme does something hot apparently* Nice one gorgeous

Did jar jar just say the f slur?

The Jedi are not very good at their goddamn job

Oh so that's how the sith got the clones! - Tate

Oh shit she looks fuckin hot 🥵 (Padme in the white suit)

Ew the walls are gremlins

Poor c3 he doesn't deserve this madness - Tate

Kill him so I can get his gf

*Ani gets captured* THIS IS WHY U NEED A LIGHTSABER

*Padme says I love you to Ani* NOOOOOOO

Ugh imagine if Padme had a high quality gf this movie would be so much better. I actually thought that the queen and the handmaiden were in love in the first movie. - Nic

*They get chained* BDSM? This was unexpected

*Padme is picking her handcuffs* SEE SHE'S ACTUALLY BEING USEFUL WHILE UR SITTING THERE LOOKING UGLY!!!

*Anakin rides the creature* I wish I was Anakin and Padme was the beast

*Droids come* oh fuck murder cubes they're literally circles

Hot man is on fire (Samuel L. Jackson) you like difs? Yes.

Oh fuck is daddy fett gonna die? sighs I wish she'd call me daddy Oh shit he did die.

R2 is the best character. -Nic how dare you disrespect my queen like that

Oh shit it's sexy blue lady (Aayla Secura apparently?) u cheating on Padme? She has a boyfriend I can look!

The clones are still ass at shooting though.

*Baby fett with with Jango’s helmet* now that's childhood trauma!

Ick, am I the only one who hates the the young Padawan thing? It's like demeaning.

Do the Jedi know they're practicing slavery? Cause that's a no-no in my book

Bitch, they destroy the death star in like the first movie. That isn't that ultimate.

*Obi-wan says Don't let your feelings get the best of you!* Wow u really are an asshole

JEDI HAVE ELECTRIC FINGERS??? I have electric fingers Kat! - primary caretaker

Why is everything Ani does weirdly erotic?

You had that lightsaber for 2 seconds. How did you break it already???

Oh shit green grandaddy (yoda) is here

I guarantee someone has made a compilation of Ani erotically moaning

The name tyranus sucks.

Oh shit THAT'S A LOT OF SLAVERY

*Anakin and Padme get married* wow that was fast Kat cries in background u knew this was gonna happen at some point cries louder

[feralstemgirl]

as a lil treat for those of y’all who’ve come here from TKAM, here’s a scrapped idea for the arrival to ilum that i still wish i’d been able to make work.

***

Ilum sings to him like a mother to her child, like Shmi had once sung to a young Ani. No, not just Ilum, the caves. The crystals. They are an orchestra in his ears, the singing of woodwinds, the thrumming of strings, the heartbeat of percussion.

On his belt, he hears his bloody kyber joins the song. Longing. Anakin looks down. “Do you want me to return you to your siblings?” He asks reluctantly and his kyber’s rejection is instantaneous, soothing over his fear.

we are reforged together, and I did not choose you but I love you all the same, his kyber answers echoing the words he once told it. Anakin feels love like a flower blooming in his lungs, choking on the sweet taste. Overwhelming. Unstoppable.

He laughs, breathless.

“What’s so funny?” Obi-Wan asks, joining him in the cockpit, and Anakin shakes his head.

“Do you hear the kyber?” He asks. Tano could hear his saber, so it can’t be a just him skill, even if Tyranus and Ventress never seem as bothered by their screaming kyber as he is.

Kenobi frowns. “Faintly, if I focus.” He answers. “Can you?”

Anakin hums. “Like an orchestra or a choir in my ear.” He tries to mimic the song but his human lungs can only create a pale echo of the ringing, beautiful song so entrancing him.

Obi-Wan stares at him, raising an eyebrow. “And that made you laugh?”

Anakin is quick to shake his head. “No, hardly. I was- I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home. After all, it didn’t choose me. I took it by force and though we have been through much together, I- I wanted to give it the choice.”

Were Anakin a Jedi, he would know how strange it was to talk about kyber as if sentient. But he isn’t, and so he has no idea that his words are absolutely baffling to Obi-Wan. “When I first bled it, I- I promised the kyber- I told it: we are made from the same wound, and although I am not your chosen, I will love you all the same. You bleed and I bleed with you.” He says and his kyber hums warmly in his hand. “Ever since, it has echoed me, crying out from the same wound as its refrain the same way your kyber sings we are unbroken,”

“My kyber does what?” Obi-Wan interrupts and Anakin blinks.

“You can’t hear it?” He blurts. After all, Tano had been able to hear his kyber.

“I can hear it humming, but words?” Obi-Wan says, frowning.

Anakin shrugs. He has always heard kyber song. “It’s beautiful, Obi-Wan. I’ve been entranced ever since I first heard it.” He says, focusing. After a moment, he locks onto the ringing song of Obi-Wan’s kyber around his waist and begins to nervously hum its melody, before slowly echoing it with his voice. “Unbroken, we are unbroken, we are light born of the brightest stars and we are unbroken,” he sings softly, Kenobi’s kyber shimmering with delight at being sung with. “That’s what it sings, what it always has sung ever since I met you. It loves you so much, it will love you to the shattering. Its fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.”

Kenobi stares, and stares, and stares. Finally, blushing, Anakin continues. “Anyway, it’s just- when I asked my kyber if it wanted to go home, it sang a new refrain. It told me I did not choose you but I love you all the same,” and Anakin grins as his kyber echoes it once more, giddy, “And I just- is there anything better than the knowledge that you are really, truly loved? That even despite the darkness I have brought it through, my kyber loves me anyway?”

Obi-Wan is still staring at him and Anakin begins to feel self-conscious. “Maybe it’s silly-”

“No, no, I- I think you’re right.” Obi-Wan interrupts, looking down at his own saber.

****

anyway i’m still so obssessed with the line it will love you to the shattering. It’s fundamental frequency resonates with your soul.

It was actually the inspiration for the scene where Anakin bleeds his kyber.

In fact, you’ll notice that quite a few little bits of this scrapped chunk have appeared in other scenes in TKAM. I used to never ever scrap scenes until I ran across advice somewhere that instead of killing your darlings you should freeze them (delete them from the story proper but save them in a separate doc so you can use them later if you want) which I have taken to like a duck to water lol and lots of my frozen darlings end up getting tiny cameos in new scenes.

[dapurinthos]

how attack of the clones is going in this fic, so far, going up the scale from 'this is fine' to 'this is fine (actually everything is on fire)':

lene kostana: the chillest. furthest from the action, has no idea what happened on coruscant, observing the red honeycomb zone. left padawan with jocasta nu to supervise. beginning to have a bad feeling about this. darth sidious: lightly alert for anything that could be a threat to his plans. has an ace up his sleeve that's going to cause problems for everyone except himself. kal skirata: apparently here, instead of being content with being passed a message. bribeable with snacks for his boys. may have been told 'i don't know. sit on him?' when asking 'how am i supposed to keep a jetii from doing something?' obi-wan kenobi: rumpled and confused. was sat upon by several of kal's boys (null-class arc troopers) so he wouldn't go to geonosis. did not get any uj cake. constant receptor of the 'i'm watching you' gesture from kal. anakin skywalker: has killed only three sand people! congratulations, anakin! you are the only one being fixed! qui-gon jinn: woken up from coma by anakin using the force like it's his livejournal c. 2002. without using a cut. has no idea what's been going on for the last decade. politely baffled. jocasta nu: is going to hunt darth tyranus for sport on eriadu. they allow that sort of thing there. darth tyranus: regretting several key life choices, most recently deciding to mind-probe araithana. currently dealing with 1) being shown how he dies, 2) being forcibly reminded of That Murder, 3) thinking his current guest-hostage also has visions. araithana pallopides: nebulous hostage, claimed as guest. moved all the moveable furniture in darth tyranus's geonosian tower by 3cm to the left and back. also regretting darth tyranus's life choices. unknowingly repeating sifo-dyas's exact last words before That Murder. and prom the geonosis accord meeting is tomorrow!

i'm going to go back to writing between the ice crypt trip and introducing anakin skywalker to pre-republic plays with a droid chorus, which concludes with:

The Chorus continues as a harried Knight Kenobi arrives and is promptly bullied into playing the Indrexu to Skywalker’s Xim, my Oziaf, and Aayla’s Xer, much to Master Windu’s sly amusement. By the end of our recitation, Aayla has decided that Xer is now haunting the play by heckling the patricidal Xim through mispronouncing his name on purpose, there’s an audience of nearly two dozen people, Master Windu has vanished back to his duties, and Betsy has never missed a line.

betsy (the chorus) is a b1 commander droid confiscated after the battle of naboo. betsy does not have a preferred gender other than 'it', has been reprogrammed by the temple's research and development department, and is now subject to many experiments to see how capable of learning it is.

[roselightfairy]

Balance (85273 words) by Roselightfairy Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Female Character(s)/Original Female Character(s), Qui-Gon Jinn & Original Female Character(s), Qui-Gon Jinn & Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Original Female Character(s), Quinlan Vos, Aayla Secura, Yoda (Star Wars), Asajj Ventress, Ky Narec, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Padmé Amidala Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Qui-Gon Jinn Lives, (but we're so far past that by now), Ensemble Cast, Master & Padawan Relationships, Established Relationship, Plotty, Politics, Canon-Typical Violence, Rogue Jedi, Disability, Chronic Illness, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Angst, Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 5 of Splinter Sect AU Summary:

Qui-Gon Jinn has never been one to look too far into the future. Throughout his life as a Jedi, he has sought to confine his actions and intentions to the present moment, trusting that in the Force, all things will fall into place. But with the first stirrings of conflict brewing in the galaxy, the Jedi nearly out of reach, and the Republic and his apprentice alike in the clutches of a Sith lord, the future has never felt so uncertain as it does now.

Even as Anakin hones his power and his discontent under Palpatine’s mentorship, Qui-Gon and his splinter group of rogue Jedi follow a halting, wayward trail in an effort to unwind the planned war before it can begin. But the journey presents them with surprising twists and detours, and they will have to hold to their trust in the Force – and their bonds with one another – to undo the Sith’s plot at its roots, and perhaps dream up a new future for the Jedi in the process.

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Splinter Sect AU is finished! Well, maybe not entirely finished - I have some snippets that may go up, and some fun potential future ideas to play in the universe, but the main trilogy is done!