#Servio Sumus

[misskittywrites]

Ok you’re obviously familiar with tattooine slave culture are you familiar with the Jedi indentured au

ABSOLUTELY I AM! I love those AUs and they were certainly an influence for Tales from the Desert. I'd love to write something in that AU at some point tbh

My absolute favourite is Pull Back the Curtain (Be Ready for the Show) from the Servio Sumus series.

If you have any reccs send them my way! HUGE fan

[kittonafoxgirl]

[Podfic] Pull Back the Curtain (Be Ready for the Show)

AO3 Link: Pull Back the Curtain (Be Ready for the Show) [Podfic]

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Writer: @primeemeraldheiress​

Text: Pull Back the Curtain (Be Ready for the Show)

Reader: Kittona

Rating: T+

Length: 11:37

Content Warnings: implied/referenced rape/non-con; implied/referenced dub-con; implied/referenced child abuse

Summary:   She doesn't understand.

Obi-Wan had greeted her so warmly — if cautiously — bare weeks ago. He and Anakin had even appeared to be trying to out-flirt each other. Seemingly eager to gain her attention.

Now he treats her so coldly. Padmé just doesn't know what she's done to deserve his anger.

[primeemeraldheiress]

Most memorable fic scene is Obi-wan confronting Padme in Servio Sumus series.

👀 Such a fun scene to write.

[inferior-fairy]

Ten Trails- Costume Party 2020 Masterlist

This series is unfinished as of now, though I have some ideas! However, these can be read as standalones. 

These works is in the same/similar AU known as the "Jedi Indentured AU"- Another series under this au would be Servio Sumus by EmeraldHeiress, and the fic The Memory of Innocence by steampunkunicorn

However, the general gist of this au is that after the Ruusan Reformation the Jedi slowly became more and more like slaves beholden to the Senate. By the time of the Clone Wars they are slaves in everything but name- how do you refuse Senator's requests when they have the power to turn off the heat to your creche, or stop sending medicine to your old? To stop feeding you?

You can't say no.

forced upon my hand (and hidden away)

There was a tattoo every Jedi was forced to get, when they came of age. Other sentients might look forward to their name day, throw a party or go out with friends when they could now be called an adult. Padawans huddled in fear and cried for what would be coming. When they would finally be of age for- whatever was requested of them. Being children afforded them some protection (protection that some senators ignored and violated anyway), but it would finally be taken away from them.

Porcelain

Anakin had known what was coming when the senator had stared after him just a bit too long, let his gaze linger in all the wrong places. Still, he hoped that he'd been wrong. He'd known he wasn't when the package had appeared in his apartment. Brown and unassuming, hiding a horrible gift. A white and pink dress and a note. Tonight, 2200. Wear this.

[kittonafoxgirl]

[Podfic] A Different Kind of Service

AO3 Link: A Different Kind of Service [Podfic]

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy 

Writer: @primeemeraldheiress​

Text: A Different Kind of Service

Reader: Kittona

Rating: T+

Length: 4:34

Content Warnings: implied/referenced rape/non-con; implied/referenced underage sex; implied/referenced child abuse

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi struggles to protect his padawan in a world where the Jedi are firmly under the Senate's thumb.

[primeemeraldheiress]

I just went and reread The Violent Delights and even though I've read it many many times, I am always struck by how well written it is and how absolutely painful it is!

Every time I read that story, I cry and my stomach gets all tight and my breath stutters and just! Its so good. So encompassing. I can't read the Servio Sumus series in passing, I have to read it in one sitting, deeply, to fully get that same "edge of my seat" anticipation and feeling.

Just. Thank you for writing it.

I have literally no words to tell you how much getting this means to me. Thank you.

[primeemeraldheiress]

Have you considered writing more of Servio Sumnus? I really like that fic series

Yes! I have about 500 words of the next installment but life is chaos and I have a ton of projects and I have no idea when I'll get to finish it. But it's there... waiting.

And if that seems ominous, it should.

[primeemeraldheiress]

2, 5, and 15 for the fic asks?

What is your favorite snippet of dialogue?

I don’t think I have a single snippet. There’s too many exchanges I like... So have a smattering of my favs.

From Cry ‘Havoc’

“My queen.” The figure in black stood in front of the glowing ray shields. Unmoving and deadly patient.

“Did you mean it?” The words ripped themselves out of her mouth before she realized she was going to voice them. She almost wanted to take them back but it didn’t matter. At this point, nothing mattered.

The helmet — the visage of nightmares to many of her man, the herald of death to even more — tilted, confused.

“Every word I have spoken since we were trapped within the temple has been sincere.”

The air around them rang with truth. She didn’t understand how she knew that; she didn’t even care anymore. Something loosened in her chest and she could breathe again. She hadn’t even realized she had been struggling, her chest heaving as she took her first full breaths since the had news come in.

Her fist slammed into the panel next to the cell, bringing the shields down. Setting him loose. Her other hand curled around a blade, still humming that mournful — frighteningly familiar — tone.

“If you meant it,” she bit out, furious at the pirates, at the situation, at him, “bring them back.”

“I am yours.”

From The Corner of Divinity

“Your enemies are my enemies.” The man said, his voice rough. “I have brought you your most hated foe to do with as you will. A gift in good will; in greatest care.”

“My greatest monster.” Jason stated, a tremble in his voice.

“Your greatest fear.”

“My greatest fear.” Jason agreed as he slowly took the blade, examining it. He tested its weight and balance. Tested the sharpness of the blade. Each part of this ceremony was important. Carried weight. Meant something. From the quality of the blade to the gift presented. Not that he ever thought Deathstroke himself would deign to own a substandard weapon. He hesitated just a moment. Only a moment. Then, he took Slade's hand back and placed the hilt of the knife back into it.

Staring into Slade’s eye, he voice low with intent he asked him, “Destroy it for me?”

From As Long As You Learn

“Master Yoda is right. We’ll do better this time, padawan.” Anakin slumps, falling back on his heels. “Come get your kid, Kenobi.”

From Pull Back The Curtain

“You can’t tell me, your majesty, that you don’t know what you’ve done.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and the cup he was holding clatters on the saucer as it’s placed back on the table.

“At least,” he says, a little more gently, “you were kind. I do have to thank you for that.”

Obi-Wan looks up at her, grief in his eyes but jaw clenched with still present fury. He tips his head at her in mock deference, “Thank you for being kind when you took my padawan to bed, Senator. No one else has been as conscientious.”

Her heart beats a frantic tattoo in her ears. What?

“What?” She croaks. Anakin... no one else... gentle? Separately, the words make sense but strung together she can’t parse their meaning. She doesn’t understand but the words that Obi-Wan is saying, everything he is implying, makes her think she’s supposed to.

Makes her think that all of this is supposed to be common knowledge.

What is she missing? What does everyone else know? Who should have told her?

Icy fingers crawl up her spine and her stomach turns. Something is very wrong.

Obi-Wan chuckles but there is no humor in the laugh. It is a dark thing. Almost poisonous as it leaves his mouth.

“Surely you didn’t think you had been the only one.”

There is something low and unpleasant threaded through his voice now. Something hateful. Padmé wishes for the restrained fury from before. Even though it had been directed at her then. Even though this hate now was not.

“Anakin has been a favorite of the Chancellor for several years now.”

From Best Laid Plans Not Sober

The boy’s grew wide and he looked at Jason in confusion, “I thought Alfred was our grandfather.”

“He is.” Jason affirmed.

He saw the older man place a hand to his chest out of the corner of his eye and his heart ached. He wanted to go to him... but making sure Damian understood was more pressing.

“Then why is he serving, akhi?” The boy demanded. “He should not be lowering himself to such a position!”

“Alfred serves because he loves us.” Jason explained patiently, cheeks still a swath of red but slowly fading. “He wants to take care of us and make sure we’re healthy. It’s how he shows his love.”

Damian tilted his head in thought. “Like when you killed the lion.” There was a sharp intake of breath from the table. Tim. Jason felt the flush renew. Great. That was the last piece of information he needed floating around the manor.

“Like when I killed the lion.” Jason affirmed with a resigned nod. “I’m a protector, like Dad. Alfie’s a carer. People have different ways of showing their love. It’s not the only way they show it, but typically it’s what comes more naturally.”

“I understand.” The boy lowered his head. “I am sorry.”

“It’s not me you need to tell.” Jason chastised softly, “Either way, even if Alfie was staff and not family, I know I taught you better manners than that.”

“But Mother-”

“Is not here.” He stated firmly. He knew what kind of image they had to keep there. Knew what Talia said. “This is not Nanda Parbat. You do not have an image to uphold.” Jason continued, “Even when you do, manners are not a detriment to that image. Do you understand?”

“Not entirely.” The boy admitted. “But I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask. I will never demand more than your best effort.”

What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

I have a whole host of them, actually. Though, some of them I only use for certain fics. I have a whole file on Tatooine worldbuilding that I’m slowly introducing to different verses. They’re getting a lot of screen time in Kidnapping AU, actually. I have headcanon reasons for Anakin wearing black and background info and ideas. I don’t actually want to give too much away, here, but I’d rather see you guys slowly be like “... O.O ThATS SO COOL” when you read it. 

And, I mean, Eli and I are now collaborating on a whole series of one of my favorite headcanons, Shmi had a wife. 

OH, WAIT --  my absolute FAVORITE headcanon that seems to make its way into everything is that the marble of the Temple feels warm to the touch if you’re Force sensitive. Due to all the thousands of years of positive emotions -- of family, and love, and home -- that have seeped into it. 

I haven’t seen anyone else use this so I think it’s mineminemine! :)

Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!

Hmmm... What do I have that isn’t super spoilery or that I’ve given before...

They were hunting him.

He could feel them move through the halls. Sweeping rooms, their minds intent. Searching.

He needed to hide. He needed to get away. Until it was dark. Until it was safe. The night was safety on Tatooine, as the Three Sisters rose in the sky and the Masters slept. A time when the slaves could gather and tell stories. A time when they could slip their chains for a few hours and breath together. Laugh together. Love together.

A time to run.

Darkness meant safety. Meant the cooling air after the deadly heat of the day and freedom from the master’s gaze. Darkness meant the embrace of family.

He needed to find the dark.

He could feel it. Beneath his feet. Beneath the Temple.

It called.

On silent feet, he ran, pressing himself to walls when he felt the brush of another mind. The intent of the hunt around him. The marble of the floor was warm against the soles of his bare feet as he crept through disused halls.

He was stepping through the alleys of Mos Eisley. Silently, on the heels of his mother as she left to attend an illness in the slave village. Then, he put a foot down and it was on the dusty duracrete floors of Watto’s shop. The Toydarian sneering at him, hand raised in threat.

Anakin cowered.

Then, it was the gravel of Gardulla’s slave quarters, watching as his mother dragged away. Before he’d learned that crying was a waste of water.  

When the Temple came back into view, Anakin didn’t know where he was, but it was dark, and it was cool, and it was safe.

It must be safe.

[primeemeraldheiress]

For the ask post please:

3, 8, 11

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

So my typical thought for this is High School AU. I freaking hate them. (Sorry to those that love them! No offense intended!) But I’ve seen other people answer this with Infidelity and I honestly didn’t realize that was considered a trope. That. All of that. Infidelity for sure. The only time I would ever use that is if it was purely a misunderstanding cleared up immediately.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I went through almost my entire bibliography and I just... realized I misread the prompt. I thought it was specifically asking for favorite dialogue (of which I have none because none of it really stands out to me, apparently) but it’s asking for a part of a dialogue scene and that I can do!

Obi-Wan has prepared another cup of tea for her when she returns, pale and trembling. Ginger and mint. She frowns. Immediately she wants to refuse, wants to recoil against any indication of service from a Jedi. The Order that she’s idolized since she was a child. Even more so after they — after this man in front of her and Anakin — saved her planet.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She insists, nausea still turning in her stomach.

“I know.” His voice is firm. Something in her settles. Something small. He, at least, will set boundaries. Will tell her when she’s crossed a line.

Padmé sips the tea, grateful even as she hates it.

“Thank you.”

After a moment, she quietly reaffirms, both for both of them, “I didn’t know.”

“I know.” He answers, just as softly.

She would never — ever — have touched Anakin if she had. She would never have even considered— She closes her eyes at the thought. A once warm memory forever tainted. Rotten. She feels filthy. What she’s done is unforgivable.

“Padmé.” She looks up, eyes aching in the way they do moments before they begin to water. “Drink your tea.”

She swallows and nods, knowing it for the peace offering it was. He can’t forgive her, for it isn't his to give. And Anakin…

Her heart aches.

Anakin.

I love this scene because between the words they’re speaking, there’s actually so much unstated communication. So many things that are implied by what’s being said and what’s being done. I love the subtlety of this scene and of this fic. They way you speak is not just in words but in motion, in meaning, in implication. 

From Pull Back The Curtain (Be Ready for the Show)

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s both! It’s definitely a passion but it also has to be regulated to a hobby considering life and school etc etc. I love to write and like probably most of us, I’d love to be a published author some day. 

Gods, could you imagine me as a published author? 😂

[primeemeraldheiress]

For the meta asks, (4) what's a sentence/paragraph that your really proud of, and why do you like it? :)

Oh my gosh, there’s... a couple of fics that spring to mind. The one I’ve said most often is this segment in Your Name in My Teeth.

A breeze swept through the buildings and down the street; she felt the chill in the sweat on her skin. Her cheeks tingled and she wiped at them. Smears of mascara and eyeliner came off on her fingers, wet by tears. She hadn’t realized she was crying. Hastily she dried her cheeks, wiping the stains on the black fabric of the robe she wore.

Christ, what was wrong with her? She was fine.

The plastic crinkled as she tapped out a cigarette. Shaky hands put it to her lips and a click of a lighter later she took a drag.

It burned.

God, it burned.

She coughed and took another drag.

She hadn't had a cigarette since six months after she started living at the manor. It hadn't exactly been conducive to the type of exercise she'd been doing running around as Robin. She'd forgotten why she had started smoking in the first place. The taste lingering on her tongue was a brutal reminder.

With each cloud she blew out, watching the smoke rise in the lights of the alley, she felt a little more grounded, a little more herself. With each drag, the taste of menthol and cheap tobacco eliminated everything else.

It burned her mouth when it hit the filter. She stubbed it out and lit another.

I just love it so much. The feelings it evokes in me and the way it reads. I am so proud of it.

But more recently, several lines in These Violent Delights.

Skywalker laughed. It was low and broken and tore a little piece of Rex off to hear it. A sound that should never come to from the one so young.

and

They didn’t look like they were gained in the fight. They looked like…

Hands.

Like fingertips pressed so hard into hips they—

to name a couple.

I just like the way they’re formed. The images they bring to mind. I can’t really explain it more than that. 

[primeemeraldheiress]

# 8 and/or #9 for the Fanfic Day Meme

8. How often do people catch onto your little details?

I couldn’t possibly say, tbh. There are tons of people that read my fic and don’t comment. And among those that do, I’m sure they don’t think to tell me if they’ve caught something. I can tell you that I am absolutely thrilled when people do catch on to the little details and let me know.

Like in These Violent Delights, one person commented that they’d noticed that Anakin didn’t have his metal arm and that I mentioned that he was ‘nearing the same height as Kenobi’ and did that mean that mean the war was taking place at a different time?

I have no idea how many other people caught that, but I think only the one commenter mentioned it. 

I play a lot in implications and I do a lot of subtle work and I really get a thrill when people pick up on that stuff.

9. What’s the fic you like the least?

Gosh, of my posted stuff, probably my old Mass Effect or Dragon Age fic from like 2013. lmao. But that feels like a cop out. If I were to choose something more recent, it would be one of my PWPs, Most Mad and Moonly or Vive Le Reine. I really do prefer there to be more plot to my smut so even rereading them feels awkward. If I were going to write them, I really should have expanded them and added more substance. 

[primeemeraldheiress]

My favorite fic of yours rn is probably Within the Halls of Golden Rot or the Servio Sumnus series, but tbh once the Kidnapping Au comes out it's probably gonna take the top spot xD

I look forward to breaking you all with Kidnapping AU. 😇😇😇

[kittonafoxgirl]

[Podfic] These Violent Delights

AO3 Link: These Violent Delights [Podfic]

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy/Clone Wars

Writer: @primeemeraldheiress​

Text: Pull Back the Curtain (Be Ready for the Show)

Reader: Kittona

Rating: M

Length: 23:47

Content Warnings: implied/referenced rape/non-con; implied/referenced child abuse

Summary:  “‘M’fine,” Skywalker protested, trying to rise again.

Rex placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping it wasn’t somewhere the teen was injured, and pressed him gently back onto the floor. He bit the inside of his cheek at the way his jetii flinched.

“Obviously, you’re not. Stay down, Commander.”

[primeemeraldheiress]

7, 10 and 11 for fic asks!

What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?

😭😭😭 I can’t ever pick just one.

Servio Sumus (Yes, it’s a series. Deal with it.)

that in me sings no more - the writing could be better but I love the idea behind it

For Eternity

Kingdoms Are Clay

We Wake Eternally

Your Name in My Teeth - though I wanna redo the ending sometime

Far From Olympus

Lost Our Way Tonight

Brace For It (This Means War)

What would you change if you had it all to do again?

I wish I’d have finished my Dragon Age fic, Shadows Hide, when I had the motivation for it. It really wasn’t bad and I had some good ideas for it. Now it’s just kinda sitting there and staring at me accusingly.

What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

I LOVE HOW YOU ASK THIS WHEN I’M SPIELING A NEW IDEA ON THE SERVER RIGHT NOW

DO YOU WANT THAT CHRONOLOGICALLY OR ALPHABETICALLY?

Honestly, I’m not sure I have an idea that I haven’t shared with you. Let me see what I can rustle up.

... Oh, snap, I found this little snippet in my Ideas file.

Vader wondered if he was even capable of really being free as he knelt at the feet of his new master. So easily he threw it away for those he loved. He knew, in his bones — it echoed in the very Force around him —  that Palpatine lied. 

He could not save Padmé from death. 

He knew.

But this act — allowing himself to be collared again — might save her not their child, please not their child, please grant that mercy to see the birth of the new Empire. Might see her leading its fall.

[primeemeraldheiress]

Creator Tag Game

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Tagged by @thenegoteator! Thank yo so much!

I have a mix of Batfam and Star Wars here and surprisingly art, since I’m so new to that. 

Your Name in My Teeth - I really love this fic. I’m so glad I wrote it.  I need to revise the ending and I’ll probably get to that within the next couple of weeks -- some of it doesn’t ring as well together as it did when I first wrote it. It feels all discordant now. But overall, I feel really great about my writing in this fic.

Tell Me What I Am (Carry Me Home) -  For me, this one doesn’t flow as well for me at all as it did when I first wrote it but I love the story behind it! I’m so happy with the story! I still get comments yelling at me about the ending and telling me they didn’t see it coming and I just love it!

Kingdoms Are Clay - I don’t think this is my best piece of writing but the amount of canon I changed in 1199 words is sort of astronomical. I just wanted a sad fluffy one-shot of my new OT3 and now I’m writing a whole new series.😅 Figuring out what needed to change and where and how has been both fascinating and hair-tearing. 

Servio Sumus - I’m cheating a bit and putting my whole Indentured AU series here rather than just one story. I had so much fin writing Padme’s POV in the second one and Rex’s POV in the third... this whole series is nothing but pain which is 100% my calling card at this point but this is a whole different level. (At least as fair as my published works go. We’re not talking about anything unpublished that I may have been working on for ages.)

Nubian Shiranaa Tree Fanart - I know I’m barely beginning with art but I am so proud of this little tree, you have no idea. 

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