#skylin

[simshay]

You are not desperate enough for a rare ship until you are reading google translated fic from chinese

[unspuncreature]

anakin and ferus holding hands. why? who knows. punishment? dare? just because?

for @leafchan15, for being one of the very first people to cheer me on when i first created this account to post my work. thank you :’o)

[grumfield]

doodle of a certified glup shitto moment before bed and it’s terminal

[feruslands]

My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @la-sopa and @reconstructwriter , who inspired me to continue, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus".

Warnings: rape

"Daddy Feri", part 4

Darth Vader really thought that if he found baby Leia, something important would change in his life. It seemed that if he found Leia, a miracle would happen. But a miracle happened in Ferus Olin's life since Leia Organa became his daughter. And this miracle saved the Jedi's life.

But in Vader's life, no miracle happened after meeting Leia. The Sith felt no kinship with the child. Leia was nothing to him. He didn't even have the desire to see her or communicate with her. Leia reminded him of who he was. Leia reminded him that Padme was dead. And she recognized another person as her father.

The noblest thing would be to set her free, rather than trying to make his daughter a means to an end. Darth Vader wasn't going to be noble. Soon he will begin to teach her the way of the Dark Side of the Force. He will need an adult Leia to help destroy Palpatine, or to retain power if he destroys Palpatine on his own. 

But still, Sith felt annoyed when he looked at her and realized that even outwardly this cute little girl looked like Olin. And if it hadn't been for the completed genetic test, he would even have doubted the information he extracted from Bail during the interrogation. Although Vader knew Organa wasn't lying, few people are capable of lying when flesh is burned with a lightsaber.

His daughter didn't get anything from Anakin Skywalker. She had beautiful dark eyes, rich brown hair, delicate white skin, and a beautiful aristocratic face like Padme's. It was only over the years that Padme gradually faded from his memory. And he realized that he no longer remembered her in great detail.

But the other man was here all the time, every time he returned to the Vjun, and Vader already remembered him to the smallest detail. Ferus Olin reminded him not of who he had once been, but of who he was now – the Overlord who decided the fate of Star systems. Every time Darth Vader saw his former rival, he was pleased to realize how powerful he had now become. He could at any moment, with a careless gesture, send this damned fool flying across the entire corridor, slam him into the opposite wall, and then drag what was left of him into the cell to forcibly possess him.

Complete permissiveness. That's what the Sith needed right now. Not talking to a useless little girl.

Thanks to the Dark Side of the Force, Olin's restrained emotions could easily be read as a lousy hidden panic. It happened all the time, in those moments when the Sith focused his attention on him. 

It made Vader want to just burst out laughing. The fear that this damn idiot felt turned him on quickly and easily.

"Hello there, princess", Vader smiled with anticipation when the silhouette of the Jedi appeared in the dimness of the prison corridor, "I've been waiting for you."

Vader stopped, blocking his way and greedily sated on those panicked emotions that the Jedi was very intensely trying to suppress.

All Jedi were such hypocrites and cowards.

Poor stupid Ferus tried to seem so calm and balanced, but there was a whole abyss of fear and despair inside him.  And this abyss caused Vader's inner hunger with even greater intensity. The Sith noted with satisfaction that the Jedi wanted to run away from him. But there was nowhere to run. He could have played catch-up with him and then dragged him out of any corner. But tonight he was too impatient, the Dark Side had already demanded violence, a lot and immediately!

And Vader roughly grabbed the prisoner by the shoulders, bringing him closer to himself.

“I'm going to fuck you now, do you mind?”, Vader asked mockingly before twisting his arm behind his back and slamming his face into the wall. At the last moment, Ferus managed to turn his head to avoid hitting his face into the wall. “Leia is sleeping”, he told Vader, hoping the wall was thick enough that the baby wouldn't wake up from hitting the wall. Vader only pushed him once more and pressed him against the wall with his body.

“Then you have to force yourself not to scream”, Vader hissed in his ear with a nasty sneer. Olin jerked violently and pulled away from the Sith's hands. The disgusting, mocking tone of the hoarse voice made him lose his temper. He knew perfectly well that Vader wasn't attacking with even half his might, but was just playing with him. But the Jedi lost his temper anyway. He knew that his retaliatory attack would be useless and even dangerous, but he lunged at Vader, throwing his arm forward to punch his fist into the cyborg's ugly snout. But the Sith intercepted his fist so quickly and easily, as if he knew exactly in advance. And he clenched his fist, not giving him the opportunity to escape. With his other hand, Vader grabbed the enemy by the throat, and clamped it as if with metal claws. Vader's face broke into a wide grin, an instant before he clenched his hand, crushing the Jedi's fist like paper, breaking his knuckles and fingers. Ferus wheezed from the terrible pain in his arm, he could barely see Vader anymore, his vision was gray from suffocation. He fell to his knees, and Vader was still strangling him and crushing his wrist bones.

When the Sith released him, Ferus fell flat on the floor.

 "If you dare to raise your hand against me again, you will be left without your hand, slave", he put his foot on the prisoner's hand, wringing his wrist, and listened to his groans and wheezes because of the pain. And then he easily lifted the Jedi's body off the floor, and threw it over his shoulder. Vader turned to carry him out of the hallway, but baby Leia was standing at the entrance of the next room. 

The baby ran out to the sounds of a struggle, although she promised Dad that she would never do it. She stared wide-eyed at her dad, hanging like a long towel on the shoulder of a huge monster in black armor. Her dad's arms hung limply, he did not move, only wheezed in pain.  She rushed forward towards the monster.

"Don't you dare hurt my dad!", Leia screamed in a very childish voice. Ferus turned his head with difficulty, wincing in pain. He was amazed at how much courage there was in this baby. Unfortunately, her courage could not help him now, it could only harm her.

"Don't stand in my way, girl, or you'll regret it", Vader rudely replied to her. He used the Force to push Leia back. The baby was blown back into the room. Fortunately, she did not fall, but the door closed behind her and was blocked by Vader's gesture. The Sith wasn't going to take her opinion into account. He came to take what he wanted and how much he needed. No one will stop him.

Ferus heard the little girl banging on the door with her fists. She screamed and cried and called for him.

"Daddy! Dad!...", this childish cry, muffled by the locked door, rang in his ears and tore apart his soul. But it was useless. The Sith had no concept of mercy. Vader dragged him into one of the cells. The doors obeyed his gestures and were blocked by a wave of the Sith's hand. Vader threw the Jedi to the floor like a garbage bag, and there roughly and quickly tore off his clothes. Ferus could see that the Sith was chuckling as he did this.

"Bitch!", Vader hissed, slapping the Jedi across the face. He liked to beat him, and he did not deny himself the pleasure. Vader leaned on top of the prisoner as he freed himself from the armor. He raped him for a long time, deliberately making their intercourse painful for the Jedi.

After all the violence, he immediately sent the Jedi to the medical unit so that the droids would heal his wounds and sew up his ass. Vader thought it would be ridiculous, if one of the most capable apprentices of the Jedi Order died like an animal from internal bleeding inside his ass.

[la-sopa]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Gang. I like Skylin( Anakin Skywalker x Ferus Olin) as far as I can throw it. I think it’s cute. Enemies to lovers I dig it. It’s also highly improbable…

I love shipping is so random sometimes and sweet and funny.

Anyway here’s my rant on skylin( contains spoilers!, timeline talk)

One. It only realistically works when they’re padawans. Or if they’re both still Jedi. Not saying they can’t get it on for across the galaxy just considering they barely like each other it’s a little hard to see it. I feel, like the only way for them to learn to get along and fall in love is by (being force too) spend more time together. So for them to sustain and create a relationship I think this is there best chance.

Clones wars era could work also, if we still follow the time line considering Ferus left the order. Factoring in making Roan and Ferus friends to open the door to Ferus dating Anakin, or a poly couple(i feel like SkyFerLands is cute(I made that in the spot(I ate that))). I think it might not work as well factoring in messy emotions + a literal war. However I think it’s cute. Also they’ve both change a lot so I feel like they can be in the same room without biting the others head off

During the rein of the empire it cannot work. In my opinion. Ferus is a resistance leader, Anakin is Vader(jaw drop). Like… gulp! I think the fact if based if the LOTJ timeline in book 1 he tortures Ferus best friend and partner, Roan Lands, I don’t think he would be open to kissing Anakin(if anakin works for the empire). Also Anakin kills Roan… Ferus husband. I don’t think they would kiss after that.

Now still the empire, Anakins not part of the empire. Did he commit order 66? No, they can kiss. Yes, they cannot kiss. I will not be expanding on this idea… would you kiss the man who killed your whole family?

In conclusion, I highly key fuck with Skylin conditionally. I think we need some SkyFerLands…skylinds… we need more kissing!

[barmadumet]

Look! This chapter has skylin AND feri-wan moments 😃 …though the skylin moment is very obikin 🔥🙌

Chapter 11 A Strange Kind of Love is posted!

(and that’s miraculous bc I somehow managed this in the middle of the ao3 outage I was totally unaware of)

[faellain]

The Eldritch Solarpunk Isekai

Summary: Anakin wakes up in strangely colored dark forest after seemingly dying. But is everything as it seems as he discovers more about the past of this world? Better yet, can he do it without dying to one of the cults running around?

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when anakin wakes up, it's in a forest. which is, admittedly strange as he was certainly in a car just a minute ago. instead of city skyline, though, a canopy of trees with moss green trunks and midnight blue leaves hang above him. little silver starfruits hang above his head. at first, he thinks the odd coloring might be the result of a concussion, but when be lift his head to feel the back of it, there's no crack, blood, or bump to be found. it's not even sore.

through the trees, he can see that the sun is out, but beneath their shade it's almost night. above him, a starfruit sways and plops off the tree, bouncing off his stomach and rolling along the grass. another equally strange bit of flora, the grass is short, but soft as velvet. even in the shade, its teal hue is obvious. anakin plucks a blade of it, twirling the small grass between his fingers.

he takes a few deep breaths, trying to remember what happened. a soft ringing echoes in his ears, a terse frown prominent on his face as he pushes through the headache to his memories. 

/ /

“i take you in, i feed you, clothe you when no one else would and this is how you repay me?”

anakin hates him. disgust boils up inside his stomach like a witch's cauldron, bubbling over with dark magics. his adoptive father doesn't have to care any more. he has long since aged out of the system and, legally bound or not, anakin is not his son. there is nothing between them.

so why does dooku keep coming back?

��you didn't have to bail me out,” anakin reminds him, letting his head thunk against the tinted window of the jet back rolls-royce dooku had been favoring lately. all dooku bothers to do is scoff, slipping quickly into silence after.

new york's skyline creeps along in bumper to bumper traffic. honking horns scream into the already noisy city's atmosphere. next time, he'd go scrapping in staten island. being bailed out in manhattan during rush hour sucked. the cops might even look the other way on staten island. maybe give his prosthetic a sideways glance or sneer at his long hair, but anakin blended in there.

the best scrapping was in the bronx. anakin found the strangest things there. perhaps it was the age of the borough, it's old age seeping luck into the soil that let anakin find the parts he wanted to use for his latest creation or bit of fiddling. for now, he had to steer clear of the bronx. one too many arrests had put his poster up in the police department.

any scrapping would be delayed. if anakin knew surly old dooku, and he did, then his father was about to drag him out two and half hours to the catskills rather than make him stay in dooku's brooklyn two level high rise or pick up anakin's currently impounded powder blue 1992 mercury cougar that he'd bought for one thousand even. upon getting a good drive with her, he named her twilight. she was the only thing he owned besides the clothes he stored in her trunk and the bits and bobs of metal he played with in his pocket. when he had been arrested this time, the officer who pinned him broke his phone. an old pink motorola razr, it's worn hinge snapped the phone in half when anakin had been pushed to the ground. dirt had gotten up his nose, but all he could think about was the feeling of the snap followed by the crunch of his thigh decimating the rest of the phone.

“i want to go to the impound lot to get twilight,” he finally says to dooku’s disappointed silence that had been growing.

“i will not pay to free your death trap,” dooku replies, “we are going up to the mountains. you can earn some honest money doing handiwork and then we can go back and get it. or better, sell it and get you a better one.”

“twilight runs and she's warm in the winter,” he retorts. 

dooku goes uncomfortably quiet in his seat. being reminded that anakin lives out of his car always bothers him. it's why anakin brings it up— making dooku feel bad is at least a minor victory.

hesitation follows as dooku flexes his hands on the steering wheel, “we could always stay in the mountains. the handiwork is good there and i can do that— what's it called? telework?”

“you know i hate the fucking catskills,” anakin snarls at him, “and i’m not putting myself in a position where i owe you more than i already do.”

dooku bites right back, “you had every opportunity, but you insist on throwing everything away!”

“i came with a record and it was never going to go away!” anakin snaps, “don't act like i can just change my life.”

“you can. you just don't want to.”

indignation is a hell of a drug. and dooku had just injected it directly into anakin’s veins. anakin sucks in a breath to really scream, really lay into the reality of his life to this old man who thinks his shit doesn't stink when a deep, loud horn blares. red light glows at the top of the windshield. his head whips right. a semi-truck in the middle of the fucking city. and dooku is mid-blowing a red light. anakin slams his hands onto the wheel, trying to turn it up on the sidewalk.

“LOOK OUT!”

beneath the sound of the horn sounding a second time, anakin can hear dooku yelling at him not to grab the wheel. glass shattering comes next, but anakin can't hear after that. everything is dark.

/ /

if that was a car crash, then this is the weirdest hospital he's ever been in. long slow breaths are doing little to truly calm him down, but he can't do anything more than that. adrenaline and anxiety are forcing him into becoming a heavy weight, sinking into the velvet grass.

maybe it was some weird experimental hospital dooku had requested for emergencies. he doubted it, but that was a better thought than thinking he was in hell. because there was no way anakin skywalker was getting in heaven. purgatory at best.

he lifted his prosthetic hand, its 3d printed whiteness stark in this blue forest. while his arm had moved, the hand had not— out of battery. it was stuck in ‘holding a steering wheel’ position. a soft groan escaped him. he had just charged it! it was the only thing dooku had ever given him that he kept. 

anakin finally sits up, blood going cold at how abruptly realization hit him. no hospital would have left his prosthetic on. and there was no way, in reality, for him to end up in a forest when he was just in the urban jungle of new york city. especially one that was midnight blue with silver, sparkling starfruits. plus, if he was dead, why would he take his prosthetic with him and why would it be *out of battery*?

wherever he was, it was real.

“toto, i got a feeling we're not in kansas anymore,” he murmurs in an effort to make himself laugh. it doesn't work.

tree leaves could be a lot of of colors, but he was pretty sure the color of the night sky wasn't one of them. he let his hand wander parts of his skin, but he could tell he wasn't injured. even his legs, bare from the knee down in black cargo shorts, seemed fine. moving his joints, he stretched making sure he was okay. a long suffering sigh escapes him.

there was no way to determine north outside of what little glimpse he could get of the sun. at least the big yellow ball of light looked normal. its slow movement looked like a descent so anakin decided it was headed west. 

while he had never been a boy scout, anakin had run away before and knew how to orient himself. he quickly turned to his right. when in doubt, head north. as he did though, he saw something in the distance. through the leaves, shadows were moving. 

no. not shadows. coming toward him was a parade of figures, about ten in total, all wearing midnight blue cloaks that hid them among the leaves. beneath the cloaks all of them seemed to have silver clothes that glimmered from the inside if they caught the light. anakin's throat dried immediately, particularly feeling the arid weather infesting his flesh, cracking his esophagus. he had seen enough horror movies to know where this was going. 

south it fucking was then.

anakin takes off running in the opposite direction. a quick thought made him duck east under some low branches. old habits died hard. but he could still hear the footsteps behind him. looking back never got anyone anywhere, though. when you looked back, you slowed down and if you slowed down you got caught. despite the burn in his muscles, anakin pushes on. no way was he going from holding to wicker man victim. 

trees thin out as he runs. what would happen once he left the woods? would the figures stop at the edge or pursue? each beat of his heart was thunder roaring in his chest, pushing pulsating blood through his ears making him hear his heartbeat like a storm. running from cops or crooks was one thing, a cult was another. all he could do was press onward. he clearly hadn’t been too deep into the woods, but that didn’t mean he was anywhere near civilization. 

yet, he could never expect just what he would find at the edge of the forest– the edge of the world. 

anakin does his best to slide to a stop, but the dirt has little hold and a lot of give, especially in his old worn sneakers. a shout escapes him, turning his throat raw as he flails, falling over the side. another quick thought saves him. he turns, grateful suddenly that he’d been holding the steering as he’s able to get both of his arms on the edge of the world. his feet kick in the open air, eyes facing a white rim around the forest. wind whips at at him, threatening his grip as he grits his teeth to try and pull himself up. 

below him, when he looks quickly to see what falling would entail, is a vast expanse of dark, deep ocean. waves lap at a translucent… trunk of sorts that is supporting the forest. while it appears as a unified whole, when anakin squints, he notices that there are several pieces twisting together like a tight braid. he squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his head to the rim as he struggles. maybe he really shouldn’t have skipped the pull up bar days at school. 

“you fool!” he hears someone shout. 

if it’s dying or cult, anakin will take the cult. 

“help!” he shouts, trying to make sure the people know exactly where he is. he did not survive a car crash just to die by hitting an ocean a skyscraper’s height below him. 

two hands grab his own, a sigh of relief finally escaping him as he’s dragged up and over the edge of the forest. bruises form as his hips hit the band, but he couldn’t care less as he’s back on solid ground. he heaves, nearly tempted to wretch, as he pushes his hands against the still velvet, still very teal grass. thank fuck. oh, than fuck. 

“what is he wearing?” he hears one hooded figure ask. 

“what is on his arm?” another asks. 

anakin looks up at them. they are now the holders of his fate, after all. if he believed in anything, he’d be praying they weren’t serial killers. hopefully, they were just run of the mill hippies committing tax fraud or something. the hooded figure at the front, the one who had grabbed his hands was silent, looking at him skeptically, if the tilt from beneath the hood was anything to go by. 

that one’s cloak was different from the others. silver embroidery of the moon in different phases lined the edge of the hood and on the cuffs of the sleeves. despite its simplicity, it was beautiful to look at. still, the hoods did a good job of keeping the wearer’s face in shadow. anakin could see little more than the man’s chin, peeking out from the hood. maybe he really should start praying. 

“are you alright?” the figure asked. 

anakin nodded, “think so. you scared the shit out of me.” 

“that explains why you ran,” murmured the figure, who anakin figured might be the leader. 

that was when the leader removed his hood. slowly, it slipped away from his head. most likely, he had removed it to show anakin that he was just an ordinary person. yet, it only made anakin’s stomach bottom out. his breath shook as he stared up at the figure. lush brown hair spilled out as the hood came down, two bright blond-white locks hanging down at the front. the face was soft, but brought him no comfort. all he could do was wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

“ferus???” 

/ /

moving out of dooku’s home had been a godsend. able to finally be free of him, anakin felt lighter. there was a world of possibility at his fingertips. all he had to do was work around his record, find a job, and get his life on track. a fuck up was no longer who he had to be. he could be the man his boyfriend saw in him.

ferus olin was uppity and smart and didn’t take any of anakin’s shit. at first, he’d hated it. dealing with ferus made him want to scream. getting to know each other though, throughout high school, resulted in a mutual respect that grew into friendship that had blossomed into love. after all the shit he’d lived through, after dooku’s hollow gestures, he had someone who loved him. believed in him. saw the good no one else could see.

until, of course, that all fell apart too.

they had lasted a year. living together was very different than being high school sweethearts it seemed. despite his best efforts, anakin couldn’t get a job. scrapping was easy money, if illegal, and anakin was good at it. ferus was flabbergasted the first time anakin got arrested. they worked together to try and get anakin’s record expunged, but anakin knew they needed money. he thought he’d be more careful, but he’d gotten caught again. ferus didn’t give him a third chance.

“you don’t want to change. your grandfather’s right.” 

“you’re just like every other rich fuck who thinks that they know! god, what the fuck did i ever see in you?”

even as he slams down twilight’s trunk with a suitcase of clothes and toiletries, knowing ferus thinks he plans to go back to dooku when anakin knows he can never do that, he can still hear the echoes of a fight from months ago ringing in his ear. all he’d done was come to pick up the last of his stuff. but he can feel ferus’ eyes on him, watching him.

once they’re gone, anakin heaves a sigh of relief thinking that it’s over, that the chapter of this part of his book has ended. instead, as he’s about to climb into the driver’s seat, ferus slips out of the apartment building and stalks over to him, standing on the passenger side of the car. chilly air makes ferus tug a jacket tighter around his arms. 

“i still love you,” ferus tells him, “and if you do change, and i haven’t moved on, you know i’ll welcome you back with open arms.”

anakin frowns, “you think you’re so much better than me. you always have. i’m not your charity case.”

ferus shakes his head, “it’s not like that at all.”

“bullshit!” snaps anakin, throwing up his hands, “love is supposed to be unconditional! you’re not supposed to throw me out if you still love me.”  

“my love is unconditional,” he replies, the blond locks of his hair moving in the slight breeze, “but i love myself too. and i have to do what’s right for me.”

anger rears up like a bucking horse inside anakin. he feels like he could blaze as hot as the sun, melt ferus alive. instead, he bangs his fist on twilight’s hood, leaving a dent that he’ll have  to bang out later. his ex-boyfriend jolts at the sudden violence. while the anger doesn’t go away, the reaction makes anakin settle a bit, resorting to harsh glares and frowning.

“you’re selfish then,” anakin tells him, “and i hope you regret making me leave.”

when he slams the door closed behind him, he doesn’t look at ferus in his rearview. looking back makes you slow. it gets you caught. instead, he looks forward. in the four years since that day, anakin has not once returned to queens. he doesn’t dare. ferus could always be anywhere in the city, but queens had been the home of his love and his happiness. two many good memories turned sour there. just stepping over the borough line felt like trudging into solid, spoiled milk. there was no good man ferus saw, after all, just the man anakin pretended to be for him. anakin was anakin. that was that.

[ayeforscotland]

Came across the purest distillation of when games meet real politics.

Cities Skylines 2 recently updated where the developers ‘fixed’ the ‘high rent issue’ by removing landlords from the game and changing how rent is calculated.

Which is kinda antithetical to the whole realistic city building sim vibe they’re going for. Devs shouldn’t be duck out because they managed to simulate capitalism too closely.

[duck-in-distress]

I'm listening

Okay listen

1. Any AU where Anakin isn't a Jedi is probably one where Ferus still is

2. Any AU where Anakin and Ferus are still in contact is one where they have hate sex or at least angry makeouts

3. Any AU where both are true is one where Anakin is so interested in shutting up this stupid stuffy sophisticated snobby sexy Jedi with his mouth

[hunter-rodrigez]

Fuck Unity (The game engine, not the concept)

They want up to TWENTY CENTS per game install, once you reach a certain number of installs.

TWENTY CENTS

Just imagine, 100 people install your game and you suddenly owe Unity 20 fucking dollars. Chances are, you haven't even made that much in profits from 100 sales.

It's time for unity to fucking die. How fucking dare they demand royalties from game devs for an engine THAT ISN'T EVEN FREE?

In case you don't know, here's a list of a few bigger games that use the Unity engine:

Hollow Knight

Rimworld

Subnautica

Pokemon Go

Cities: Skylines

Rust

Hearthstone

Pillars Of Eternity

Cuphead

[feruslands]

My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @la-sopa and @reconstructwriter , who inspired me to continue? and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus".)

"Daddy Feri", part 5

Warnings: rape, cruelty

Ferus Olin suffered a lot from the situation he found himself in. None of the life lessons, neither his training with the Jedi nor his life outside the Order, prepared him for such a future. Being someone else's toy was one of the most disgusting things in the world. The sexual rape committed on him punched a hole in his psyche, it passed into his mind and slowly harmed him.

Ferus was really afraid of Darth Vader, more afraid than anyone else in his life.

The Sith was an intemperate and cruel creature with no concept of nobility. And Ferus couldn't get over his fear of him. He wished Vader wouldn't touch him. But unfortunately, the Sith often had plans for him. The Jedi realized that he had become a toy for fighting and sex. And it seems that Vader himself was simply delighted with the role that he had predetermined for the captive Jedi.

But the most terrible and disgusting thing was that little Leia's life and well-being depended on Vader. The Jedi swore to himself that if he and Leia managed to get out of this prison by some miracle and escape, he would not participate in any Rebellion struggle with the Empire. He will hide and will only be engaged in raising his daughter.

He just hoped that Leia wouldn't understand what was going on. And yet, no matter how hard he tried to hide the harsh truth, he failed. Leia understood. And she asked him questions that he didn't know how to answer.

Ferus had a very hard night. He underwent several long-term medical operations, after which he was pumped up with a large number of stimulants and medical devices. And as a result, he could even stand on his feet, albeit with great difficulty. He had too little control over his own body, but he forced himself to hobble to the room that was being used as a shower room.

He stood for a long time under a stream of water pouring on him from a hole in the ceiling. But it seemed to him that it was impossible to wash away this disgusting stench from his body, consisting of a mixture of sweat, electronics, rotten flesh, blood and medicines. It seemed to stick to his skin and grow into his body.

Ferus could no longer contain himself and stop the flow of his sobs. Even thinking about Leia, who was saving his mind with her existence, couldn't help him this time. He stood under the running water and only cried bitterly.

The Jedi felt the foul, putrid stench of the Dark Side of the Force grow. He knew that the cyborg could come at any moment, but when the Sith appeared, Ferus flinched anyway.

“Did I scare you?” Vader asked mockingly. He stood against the opposite wall, leaned against it, and stared at the Jedi.

Ferus saw that Vader was smiling smugly, as if he had recently accomplished a galactic feat. The Sith stared intently at his tear-stained face, and his bestial delight rose in the Force.

Olin turned away from the Sith and stared at the white wall. Just not to see this ugly, furrowed animal snout with predatory yellow eyes.

Vader casually blocked the flow of water from the hole in the ceiling. A long-time sworn rival stood wet and naked right in front of him. The Sith admitted that his old enemy had always been good-looking. Even with a tear-stained, swollen face, a broken arm, and a lot of Band-Aids that hid the bruises on his body, this man could not be called unattractive. His perfect alabaster skin, slender athletic body and aristocratic pleasant face attracted the eye. Darth Vader certainly had good taste. He picked up a seductive slut for himself, even if he had not originally planned it at all.

“What do you want?” Ferus asked him, wiping tears from his cheeks with an intact hand. He hated this moment. He felt great shame for the beating and rape committed on him. For not being strong enough to defend himself. For not being able to do anything against the monster, woven from a mixture of electronics, damaged flesh and the Dark Side of the Force.

“I have already received what I wanted recently.” Vader replied smugly.

The Sith's joy was undisguised. The Jedi didn't even need to see Vader's eyes to know what glee was in his gaze. The Sith abused a man who could not answer him in any way, and he bragged about it as if he had won an entire planet in Sabacc.

This bragging was deeply repugnant to Ferus. And for Vader, it was the aftertaste of his victory, as if it were the final chord in their long-standing rivalry. How could he have missed it?

Of course not. Therefore, when he noticed through one of the surveillance cameras how one little bitch was crying bitterly, he came to see it with his own eyes. He thought it was funny.

Tears stopped flowing down the Jedi's cheeks - anger at the Sith helped him stop his sobs.

Olin began to think how he could respond to the Sith right now, in order to ruin his "victory", in order to erase the expression of triumph from the dirty cruel bastard's face for at least a moment.

“Is something wrong, whore? Did I make you uncomfortable?” Vader asked mockingly, “So get used to it. Nothing else awaits you in your worthless life.”

“Why all this?” Ferus asked painfully. He didn't know why Vader took such pleasure in mocking him.

“Because that's what I want. I'm the Overlord here, and you're nobody. I've already told you this, but as always, you didn't listen to me.”

“Even if it were your truth, it's not the whole truth,” the Jedi searched for his weak spot. And he wanted to test his guesses about it. 

“I'm not interested in your opinion, Olin,” Vader smiled sarcastically. If that damned fool thought he could hurt him in any way, he was deeply mistaken.

“I wonder,” Ferus said thoughtfully, “if someone who really commands the Galaxy needs such an abomination?  Or is such an act more typical of the bandit scum on the outskirts of the Galaxy, rather than the Overlord...”

Vader pounced on the enemy without warning. He was beating up a man who couldn't answer him. First, Vader hit him in the face, and then he hit his ribs with metal fists, striking one after another. The Jedi only tried to cover his head with his hands and soon, under the pressure of the Sith's blows, he collapsed to the floor and lost consciousness.

Vader kicked him in the stomach. The Jedi's blood was spreading.

The blood stretched in thin threads on the floor, mixing poorly with the spilled water and slowly leaked into the drain hole.

“Wake up, you beast!” Sith called. But his victim was lying on the floor, not moving. Vader felt only silence in the Force.

“Damn it!” Vader swore. It'll have to put this nit in a bacta tank.

He didn't know why he was so angry that he even rushed to attack because of such a trivial stupidity. How could he feel helpless again before Ferus Olin's words, just as he had once felt in their youth? As if the opinion of this pompous nobody could mean anything.

No, the Jedi's words didn't really hurt him, but the son of a bitch tried to hurt him, and Vader knew exactly how he could respond.

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This is so skylin (Anakin x Ferus) I can’t even explain it

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4 works by BarmaDumet…

4 works for Skylinobi!!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Feels poetic!

The first 3 chapters of my new story, A Strange Kind of Love, have been posted. Thank you SO much for all the support. When writing my first long fic, I wasn’t active here, and I didn’t have all of you 🥹🫂♥️

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Tokyo (2008) by Willem Alink on Flickr.

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