#sith eyes

[e-hima]

A Guardian Turned

"To be a Temple Guard is not a specialty or a profession. It is a sacred duty, to which any Jedi Knight, or Master, may be summoned."

[Commission] [x]

[sendpseuds]

apparently, I have a new hobby....

[eyesofthetrees]

Eeth Koth's daughter as a grown up

This is my version of Eeth Koth's daughter and how she would have grown. We only saw her as baby in the Darth Vader comics but even today we don't know her fate. Most probably she was raised by the inquisitors and indoctrinated by their beliefs but after the fall of the Empire she realized that she was manipulated and used as a weapon. She joined a more peaceful life as a Jedi after learning about her father's story and the old jedi order.

[archeo-starwars]

Ask the Master by Pablo Hildago [Star Wars Insider, issue #80]

[irisewithsunyourisewiththemoon]

[gffa]

Hi gffa! I understand that you're a smart SW person and probably have already answered this somewhere but you have a lot of essays and I don't Tumblr all that good so; d'you know if there's a canon reason anywhere why Sith eyes turn yellow? Like is it just a 'we want to make our bad guys Obvious and Dramatic' or is there an actual in-universe reason for it. Ta very much in advance for the answer!

Hi! For a long, long time, I had just kind of thrown my hands up and attributed it to Rule of Drama Lords/artistic license, but I think this quote from George Lucas is probably the best explanation we have: "It happens when you become particularly evil. They go back to normal when you’re sort of in remorse about all the evil that you’ve done. (…) But if you’re really evil, then in an evil moment, when you’re really angry and steam is coming out of your ears, your eyes turn yellow." --George Lucas It's probably not just anger, it's possibly whenever you're deep in the dark side, the anger or fear or suffering, but it sounds like it's when someone is being particularly awful, when they're deep in the dark side (as using the Force in anger = the dark side), their eyes will turn yellow. Which is interesting to note that Dooku's eyes never turn yellow and why Anakin's are yellow for awhile on Mustafar, but flicker back and forth, sometimes they're blue, sometimes they're yellow. I'd still consider it primarily a storytelling indicator more than hard worldbuilding, but I do very much like this, especially since I've always thought of them as infection yellow, that there's poison welling up in the body and it rots the way you look at the world when you're particularly evil and deep in the dark side.

[iiidunno]

Let

them

go

Sith!obiwan is on a mission to rescue as many clones as he can

[the-chains-are-the-easy-part]

All through the years, fighting to survive

Find yourself a manhole, and breathe to stay alive

All things that you could have done, pounding in your head

Now you're back where you belong, wishin' you were dead

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

I always wondered why Count Dooku did not have Sith eyes. I saw a video that says the reason is becuase he was a Grey Sith and was in control of himself. I’m unsure about this but it���s an interesting take. And it’s the first time I heard of the term Grey SIth especially in the comments section.

[and-loth-cat]

“The yellow eyes..I’ve heard legends about them before,” The Jedi Master recalled, “The legends say they belong to the Sith, users of the Dark Side. However, the Sith have been extinct for a millennium. But if this girl knows her powers, then it’s possible they’ve just been hiding under our noses for all these years..”

-An excerpt from Chapter 2 of A Dyad in the Force

[jayne-hecate-writer]

Happy New Year?...

As twenty twenty three passes into twenty twenty four, we can all sit back and reflect on where we have come as a society, marvel at the changes we have made for the better as things have improved for everyone, to ensure that they can live happy, worry free lives...

This is of course utter nonsense. Things have not got better, if anything, things have got considerably worse and many families in the UK are facing an uncertain future, filled with fear and misery. With heating bills rising, rents out of control even if you can find somewhere to live and medical waiting lists moving from months into years for essential health care. From this, we can only conclude that Britain is failing. The old Etonian schoolboys who have run the country for the last decade and a half have lined their own pockets, sold essential services to their friends and stolen the hopes and dreams of the poor. Food bank usage is higher than ever and of course, Brexit has been a huge, wonderful success... Opps sorry, I mean a catastrophic failure that we could all see coming, but somehow the likes of Farage and Johnson convinced the masses that a future separate from our biggest trading partners was the best option for us.

Why am I writing this now? I have kept quiet on my views for long enough. In twenty twenty three, I turned fifty. I never thought I would make it to fifty, I had always thought that I would have died in some exciting mountaineering accident, my mangled body slowing rotting in the high altitude sunshine, having dropped from an indeterminate ledge upon which I was having an epic climb. But arthritis and injury put a stop to that dream! Instead I am stuck indoors, riddled with pain and losing my mobility and independence, while living in fear of the next PIP assessment form that is going to drop through my door and force me to justify my existence.

I realise now that my hope for a happy peaceful future has evaporated. I am terrified of getting tooth ache, because I have no access to dental care. If I have an injury that needs medical attention, the NHS is so stripped of money, I will just sit on a waiting list to see a specialist Doctor who probably died of stress related alcoholism or Covid some time ago and may not have been replaced yet. I am not alone in these fears, so many others here in the UK have these fears and I cannot see a bright future for anyone here, except the very richest, most of which are already multimillionaires. Our current Prime Minister is richer than the King, meanwhile his wife has dealings with companies that are alleged to have made huge profits from Government involvement or even corruption. We all know that the Government are corrupt, but the media has carefully taken the hatchet to the anyone who would oppose them, leaving us with an opposition party who recently praised the work of Margaret Thatcher, the milk snatcher. The woman who destroyed the mining industry before it was cool to do so and also sold off our water and energy infrastructure, who took us back to the dark ages of the rich owning everything the poor rely upon to live. Currently, we have an unelected member of the cabinet, put there by making him a member of the house of lords, a completely unelected body who include people like Andrew Lloyd Webber and even Jeffrey Archer, of Weston Super Mare (some of us remember the scandal that involved him while he was in Government. Oh, they were such happy days, back when a political scandal meant that the minister was caught having intimate relations with someone he/she/they were not married too!). I am even getting e-Mails from Lord Michael Hesseltine, telling me that we have the same views on important political issues, such as Brexit and membership of the EU. OK, well only on that issue.

So what is my hope for twenty twenty four? It is this. I hope that nothing happens to me or my wife, because I do not know how I will pay the rent on my home. I hope that I do not need dental care or surgery. I hope that my car, that helps me with my daily mobility, does not fail the MOT in January. I hope that my Daughter and her partner can find a home of their own. I hope that my friends can find stability and freedom from debt. I hope that my seventeen year old cat makes it for another year . Finally, I hope that my arthritic hands can keep going as I explore my art and my writing. See? I do have hope after all.

My dear friends, I hope that the coming year brings you much needed peace and restorative rest, so we can face the horrors of our society and fight to put them right. I hope that we can remove these overly entitled bigots and old Etonian schoolboys from power and put in place a better, more egalitarian Government who don't want to ship desperate, hurting people off to the country that is still recovering from a horrific genocide of it's own people.

But if all of these hopes fail, you will find me on a mountain, real or metaphysical, praying to the spirit of nature to take me back home and away from this hellscape I have landed in... Oh yeah, I should mention that shouldn't I? Twenty twenty three was the year that I discovered that I had swapped universes, travelled across the metaphysical barrier between realities and landed in this unrelenting hellscape of far right politics and revolting nationalism. I should have guessed really, after all, what kind of lunatic would vote Boris Johnson into power or believe the lies and evil of Donald Trump? The world feels like a computer game, being played for laughs by a teenager who wants to see how evil a society can become before it implodes! Surely, at any moment, the points score is going to be so low that we are going to be wiped out by environmental disaster, while fighting global warfare started by underendowed oligarchs or simply failing to reach the next level in the game. I know how this works, I used to play Theme Hospital and occasionally I put the most evil and corrupt characters in charge, just for the giggles. Oh Heck... None of this is real. What kind of reality would allow for a fourth Matrix movie or make Darth Vader the sympathetic character we all feel sorry for?

Good luck my friends, I hope that despite it all, the coming year brings you the things you need to make your life safe, happy and peaceful. If it doesn't, then come and find me on the mountain and we can shout at the sky together.

With love always, Jayney XXX

[marches45art]

Sith Disciples

This took me months to do. Really proud of myself for sticking it out.

Ember (m00selord): leftmost, swirl-hilt lightsaber Diane: center-left, twin lightsabers, gonna get that braid cut off Joanne (NickPat91): rightmost, 2ble-bladed lightsaber Soña: center-right, spinning lightsaber Lily (@sizzulreal): center, electrum finish lightsaber & flame, 2gud4 pincerbug Sith tattoos

(2020)

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

This amazing piece of art inspired me, the beatyful gold eyes.

***

Anakin walked up behind him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder in what appeared to be a reassuring gesture but Obi-Wan knew better. He kept his gaze lowered still unwilling to see and acknowledge what had just happened, but there was no hiding it. The stench of ozone and burnt flesh hung heavy in the air and even with his eyes on the floor he could see what remained of what they had just destroyed.

"Master," Anakin's muffled voice sounded in his ear, the voice of the Force whispering, howling, in a storm around them.

Anakin's hand wrapped around his chin, his grip gentle but impossible to escape as he lifted his head, forcing him to look, his command a whisper that cut like a knife through his mind.

[Look, Master]

And Obi-Wan saw. Golden flashed where blue had been before, dangerously powerful but beautifully golden.

He could feel Anakin's smile, as much as he could see it, and he knew, gave in to the inevitable.

Once you set foot on the path of darkness there was no turning back, but if that was the path Anakin had chosen, he would follow it.

He had already made his choice a long time ago, had chosen Anakin, would always choose Anakin.

"We are free, now let us go and free others."

Power surged around them as they turned away, taking a different path.

what a pretty color, don't you think?

[purple-ravaged]

kakashi x star wars

[deliquesaint]

Apologies, Supreme Chancellor, but the Chosen One already has a Master...