#Cyslin Myr

[doodlesaresketcheswithnoodles]

"Focus, young Padawan."

Jedi Master Cyslin Myr and Padawan Mace Windu🧘

[Mace/Depa] [Depa/Caleb] [Kanan/Ezra]

[symeona]

Image description: it's an illustration of Mace Windu, Cyslin Myr and T'ra Saa from Star Wars. Mace is in the front with his purple lightsaber pointed sideways. He's frowning like he's concentrated. Cyslin is behind him with her green- yellow lightsaber right above his in a slightly more raised angle. Her expression is similar to Mace's. T'ra is standing behind both of them, a somber look on her face. She's holding her green lightsaber straight, pointed upward. There's a group of white sparkles whirling around her saber. End of description.

[furious-blueberry0]

Now, this what I remember from reading the wiki a month or two ago, no I ain’t checking again cause I like this idea.

Ok so, Mirialan Jedi tend to only have other Mirialans as Masters and Padawans. This is because their planet, Miarial, basically went “Yes, you can have our children and train them as Jedi, but only if they have other Mirialans to teach them, because we don’t want them to forget their culture and costumes, so you better do that” and the Jedi Order went “Sure”.

Soooooooo, following this idea, I made a lineage tree like this one here, but full of Mirialan OCs instead, enjoy my work lol

Yes I also added some canon characters, such as Katri Urwi, Cyslin Myr, Luminara and Barriss.

Oh and already showed my dear OC Dhul here.

Since they are all of the same specie, I doubt that there would be that many force sensitives on the same planet, so the number of them tends to be small, and they only manage to have one or two Padawans in their lifetime.

Oh and I really like the idea of them living a long time, so some of them are really old here.

[cosmicmordecai]

I never really liked the fact the whole fandom with their “lineages” because like…it’s very simplified & falls too closely with typical Nuclear family dynamics and with Jedi, it’s just not the case. Take the “Shatterpoint Lineage”. Its focus all on Windu’s famed ability and doesn’t address the fact that it’s more complex than that.

Everyone usually acknowledges Cysin Myr as his master but Yoda also helped trained Mace. Then Mace trained Depa. This image collection does exclude the fact she tutored Xaran Raal so closely she could of taken him as a Padawan. Then you have Kanan, who trained both Ezra and then Sabine, the latter in lightsaber combat and then her training is picked up by Ahsoka, whose also helped Ezra & Kanan in the past.

I just think it’s far more potent to really take into consideration the actual relationships between characters instead of assigning them to roles akin to a nuclear family and replacing “parents” with “master”. It definitely adds more complexity considering Ahsoka & Yoda aren’t pulled into a “Disaster Lineage” because that Jedi Line includes two Sith Lords & again, doesn’t acknowledge how he’s trained countless others (including a Inquisitor).

[querldyke]

Proposed Shatterpoint lineage: Rana Kant -> Stellan Gios -> Vernestra Rwoh -> Imri Cantaros -> Lys Solay -> ?????????? -> Cyslin Myr -> Mace Windu -> Depa Bilaba -> Kanan Jarrus -> Ezra Bridger

[adragonsfriend]

Out of curiosity what is the deal with this fandom about who Mace’s master was. Like legends and canon give different answers but from what I remember of my last round of wikiing, neither of them said Yoda and yet I see lots of fics that say he was trained by Yoda. For why, when we could have Cyslin Myr?

(I’m biased I have recently become interested in mirialans)

[bolithesenate]

fun lineage activities include judging your padawan’s friends together with your padawan

bonus image: why your padawan’s friends are getting judged

[voidartisan]

apparently mace windu's master in the canon timeline was a miralian jedi named cyslin myr. and there's nothing to stop me from headcanoning that she also trained luminara in keeping with mirialan jedi tradition. so

[purplezombietumbler]

Every friend group Jedi Lineage should include pt. 2:

A bimbo:

A mean bisexual:

An even meaner lesbian:

She/theys:

He/theys:

A token straight that’s on thin ice:

An astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized:

A short king:

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@eglerieth

I did my best with what i had🥺

[variousfandoms]

So I was doing the dishes and listening to the Mechanism and I had an idea. I’ve been wanting to try my hand at animatics for a very long time and I had several very clear ideas for Star Wars animatics set to Mechanisms songs. I’m not sure I even have the skill set for this but here are my ideas: 

For the Clones:  The Toy Soldier’s Song (GPTVMK). I had this vison of the third verse from The Toy Soldier’s Song, “Whoever's uniform you wear/ No loyalties to hold or share” that verse. That verse should be Order 66. 

Vader gets the first bit of Sleeping Beauty (OUATIS), particularly Ashes’ version from the Tragic Horror Act so while Jonny says “well, it’s a revolver” show Luke with his blaster while his lightsaber is right next to it and half out of frame. 

The Shatter point Lineage (Plus Sabine, Jacen, and grey which brings the number up to eight giving everyone one verse) gets Our Boy Jack. Verse 1: Cyslin Myr (who I unfortunately don’t know a whole lot about) is speaking to Mace Windu about fighting for justice in general. Verse 2: Mace Windu then passes this on to Depa Billaba as the Clone wars begin, reassuring her that the Order will still stand after the war. Verse 3 She discusses the role of duty and dignity in the face of hopelessness with Grey. Verse 4 is them passing these ideas on to Caleb/Kannan as the war drags on. Verse 5 is Kannan talking to Ezra about the same ideas, hope in the face of darkness, but also that the light can come from other people as they discuss Ezra’s brush with the Darkside and Kannan’s own issues with alcohol. Verse 6 is Ezra as he takes more leadership in the rebellion, helping organize and protect all of their secret hide outs across various planets. Verse 7 is Sabine, telling a young Jacen Syndulla about their older brother Ezra. and Verse 8 is an adult Jacen Syndulla, who is part of the fight against the First Order. With all of this planned out, I might make this into a song fic. 

Rex teaches the rebellion a bunch of songs from the clone wars, including Gassed Last Night, Pump Shanty, and Drunk Space Pirate. 

[d3epfriedangels]

jokes on you, my blorbos are SO obscure they aren't from my shows, they appear in exactly 1 chapter of a discontinued comic book out of all the content in a multi-million dollar corporation

[stellanslashgeode]

WIP Wednesday

At the start of this next chapter of Dissonance and Upheaval everybody on the struggle bus.

  “You’re holding me too tightly, Ahsoka.”

  “Oh, sorry!” Ahsoka responded. Her arms went slack.

  Barriss snuggled closer to her chest. “Keep holding me, just not like that. Please.”

  “Alright…”

  Barriss looked off into the middle distance. There was a dust storm off to their left. Ady Sun-Zee was skirting the edge of the storm front as they traversed a dry lakebed so that it would cover their cart tracks once it moved to the East.

  She could tell Ahsoka was upset. She could dimly sense her guilt like it was an acid green wash of color that would periodically flood over her being. Her fiancé badly wanted to soothe her but did not know the method. Plus, she blamed herself for Barriss’ discomfort. She and Barriss had formed quite the bond during their time together. Barriss was used to sensing her emotions in her presence, she had become quite adept at teasing them out to understand what was bothering her. Now, though, the bond felt fuzzy. It should concern her greatly, but Barriss cannot afford the effort. She had to sort though her own troubles first. Ahsoka’s concern was touching, but it would not help her right now. The only thing that could help her was time.

  Ahsoka reached into a pocket on her belt and brought out a compass. She held it flat and watched the needle stabilize.

  “Is that the one the sages gave to you?” Barriss asked.

  “It is.”

  “That was kind of them. It is a holy thing to us. Give us a compass and a means of telling time and there is no need for a chantry. That is all we need to show our faith.”

  “And it’s practical too.” The Jedi added.

  “So is faith.” Barriss turned her head and closed her eyes. There was a throbbing warmth behind them displeased her. All her joints ached. She could feel every jolt of the axels. Her embroidered clothing was like rasps against her skin. At least this would not last long, at least the acute physical effects. The cravings would linger on for a long while. Perhaps to some extent for the rest of her life. Which would be a burden. She would need to carry similar medicines in her apothecary bag during her career as a healer. And she wouldn’t be quitting that lifestyle for anything.

  She wouldn’t let Getter do that do her.

  Barriss snuggled her alien girlfriend close. She would get through this.

  “Those birds are still here.” Ahsoka commented.

  She was huddled so close to her chest that Ahsoka’s voice thundered though her head. She was so tempted to snap at her out of anger. She trembled and resisted her impulses.

  “That is common, Star-Girl.” Ady Sun-Zee answered. “Scavenger birds often trail behind auzcarts, especially caravans. They know we will stop at sources of water, or maybe they can sup on our leftovers when we break camp.”

  Ahsoka nodded and caressed Barriss’ shoulder. The fabric scraped against her skin. All her nerve endings seemed to call out for medication. She thirsted for the relief. Barriss closed her eyes as tight as she could, wishing she had somewhere else to divert her concentration.

[lynntheninja]

Aw yeahhh, Baby Mace!

Lots of feelings too of course, but we don't have enough content about his Padawan days imo

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

Or: Mace Windu: Jedi of the Republic was really laying the RotS foreshadowing/parallels on with a trowel lol.

[sulevinen]

born to create, forced to SLEEP FOR SOME GOD UNKNOWN REASON

[cosmicmordecai]

Since Mirailans can live centuries now, I demand the High Republic give me Cyslin Myr, Windu’s Jedi Master.

[shadowmaat]

Shatterpoint Shuffle

I decided to have a bit of fun with @bitter-chocolate-stars's cracky idea about time traveling clones and tiny Obi-Wan, as aided and abetted by @krazykupidspoems.

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Padawan Mace Windu entered the Kybuck Clan crèche. scanning the tiny initiates currently engaged in free play. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of one initiate, who was offering their sippy cup to the air.

His Master bumped into him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Is something wrong, Padawan?" Master Myr asked.

Mace pressed his back against her, wanting to get out of the room.

"That initiate," he said, swallowing a wave of nausea. "They... The shatterpoints. They're made of shatterpoints!"

The initiate in question was talking to an imaginary friend, oblivious to Mace's discomfort. They pulsed in the Force, surrounded by fracture lines and shards of barely-glimpsed potential. Shifting, twisting, changing; Mace pressed his thumb into the base of his wrist, trying to suppress the dizziness.

"Is that so?" Master Myr leaned over his shoulder, looking at the initiate. "How interesting."

The initiate's head whipped around, locking eyes with Mace, who tried once again to back away. They scrambled to their feet and ran over, beaming up at him.

"Gen'ral Windu! Ponds says he misses you!" They held their arms out. "Up!"

For a heartbeat one of the shards grew bigger, giving Mace the impression of... eyes, maybe. Or blood.

"Ponds?" He echoed, stooping to pick them up. He didn't want this walking nest of shatterpoints anywhere near him, but some imperatives were too big to override.

"General," his Master murmured behind him.

"Uh huh!" The initiate flopped against his chest, thumb inserted in their mouth, talking around it. "He says s'not your fault, it was that b-" They broke off, glancing aside. "Huh? A bad word? Oh, okay! It was the bad lady's fault."

Guileless grey-blue eyes stared up at him. A flicker, and they were older and filled with grief. Another flicker and they were younger, dancing with humor. Another flicker.

Mace blinked to clear it away, swallowing his queasiness.

"Thank you for telling me, initiate," he said, trying to sound sincere.

"You seem very knowledgeable, little one," Master Myr said. "Do you know my Padawan well?"

"Uh huh!" They paused mid-nod, glancing aside. "Uh uh!" They shook their head. "I will someday? That's what Cody says!"

"And who is Cody?"

He could feel Cyslin rubbing small circles against his back, but while he tried to take comfort from it he still felt as if he was cuddling a bomb.

"He's- oh right! I need to int'duce myself!" Removing their thumb from their mouth, they held their hand out over Mace's shoulder. "I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi! And some day I'm gonna be a Master!"

The named echoed in the Force, a susurration.

The crèchemaster saved him at that point, coming over to whisk Obi-Wan away for a nap.

"I hope Obi-Wan didn't trouble you too much," Master Tlah said, once everyone had been settled. "He has a very active imagination, even for a human toddler."

"That's quite alright, isn't it, Mace?" Cyslin elbowed him.

Mace bowed. "Yes, of course. It was fine, Master Tlah," he lied.

The two Masters chatted for a bit before he and Cyslin finally left the crèche.

"So," she said, in a tone Mace had come to dread. "Young Obi-Wan seems very interesting."

"That's one way of putting it," he muttered.

"Perhaps this is the Force's way of giving you a hint."

He side-eyed her, wariness prickling between his shoulders. She caught the look, grinning as she ruffled his braids.

"My poor, suspicious Padawan," she teased. "All I'm saying is that if he's still 'made of shatterpoints' by the time he comes of age, he might benefit from having a Master who understands what that means."

He turned to stare at her in open-mouthed horror, making her laugh.

"Absolutely not," he said. "I'm still a Padawan! I'll probably still be a Padawan by then!"

"We'll see, my little General, we'll see."

She continued down the hall, leaving Mace to wallow in a sense of impending doom. A flicker of possibility off to one side, carrying the suggestion of laughter.

"Absolutely not," he repeated, hoping the Force believed him.