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[bolithesenate]

Sifo-Dyas never found his crystal...

... but that's okay because he has Dooku.

#so yeah i couldn't resist #the mental imagery was too strong #blanked for one or two hours and now we have this #the mines are very good to me today #my art #star wars #random boli thoughts #i hve no idea how to make comics i kinda just went to town and hoped for the best? #sifo dyas #dooku #kyber crystal #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #star wars fanart

[rmstitanics]

he wrote this post on space tumblr because he could feel the ghost of sifo-dyas breathing down his neck.

#star wars #count dooku #star wars memes #prequel memes #the clone wars #star wars tcw #tales of the jedi #dooku jedi lost #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[charmwasjess]

I think I realized what is giving me such frisson about Sifo-Dyas's whole last words/final transmission to the Temple thing.

It's the fact of a prequel character, in an era that is so much about inevitable narrative doom, cynicism, and corruption from within, looking straight into the camera and earnestly saying "I've done my best."

Like. It didn't work. But I don't know, there's something really beautiful about that moment.

#and I understand Sifo's compulsion I mean who of us isn't sitting on an incomplete prequels fix-it AU #yes I'm still on about this #sifo dyas #star wars meta #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #the prequels are all about people trying to save their world and failing #and sifo-dyas has arguably one of the worst hands anyone in the series was dealt #real Cassandra vibes to go back to greek tragedy

[thebrainofocto]

i know i am biased but Sifo-Dyas trying to teach Feemor some sweet sweet breakdance moves (i am biased)

maybe even in front of a horrified audience

Sifo and Feemor are the sole reasons for Dookus gray hairs

(Rael and Nim are just enjoying the show)

#I've mined up some ore dears #also Dooku deserves to wear heels #he wants to make up for the 7cm missing till 2m #sifo dyas #dooku #count dooku #sifo and dooku #feemor #rael averross #nim pianna #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #octos answers

[purple-ant]

A month has passed since Dooku left the Order, and Sifo-Dyas, having recovered from the devastating visions on Serenno, is quite happy to continue to nurse his broken heart. That is, until his dreary morning is interrupted by a call.

Neither the nobility nor the Jedi are strangers to arranged marriages - even though the latter are most often present as witnesses rather than participants. In the end, it's for Serenno.

somehow it started with this crazy @/rochenn post and jokes about the poor soul forced to marry this disaster of a man and you know there is one seer here ready to take on this burden

#*covered in blood* my vpn did everything to stop me from posting this #as you can see it lost #sifo dyas #count dooku #my writing #is it arranged marriage if you secretly in love with your groom #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[calcedon79]

Thanks to Boli, I now have a Tirra'Taka named Soap living rent-free in my head. I can't stop thinking about how Soap is stalking Yoda. He'd love to catch the green troll.

(Good thing today was art class. Children designed crests, I said I'd practise drawing my heraldic animal too).

#bolis virus #inspired by bolis dragon #sifo dyas #dooku #headcanon #the one time Dooku leaves Sy alone with Soap #his seer doesn't understand the problem #their little one needs to train his hunting instinct #after the incident rumor of a feral Tooka makes its way through the temple #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[count-doodoo]

i love the way we have ALWAYS known that dooku was a lil bastard and we have ALWAYS known that he stole sifo's identify and we have ALWAYS known this because that is how he was introduced.

AND YET. WE ARE ALL HERE CRYING ABOUT HOW DOOKU AND SIFO ARE ACTUALLY DOING FINE, THANKS, CANON WHAT CANON

i love us. keep breathing in those toxic mines fumes y'all ⛏️⛏️⛏️

#dooku #sifo dyas #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[mika1683]

Here are some sketches of Sifo Dyas, I draw him with cratches because I think that his visions can be pretty physically exhausting so he needs a little support after them

#also he absolutely cant sit straight #Sifo Dyas #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[tha-moz]

Outlaw Beer

not my new favorite but it ok and cheap so I tried it. It was like a mild IPA 🍺 🤷‍♂️

#beer #beers #outlaw #outlaw beer #colorado #Colorado beer #awesome #cool #nice #cold beer #ipa #mile hi light beer #punch the pickaxe #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #blonde #gold

[bolithesenate]

Dooku and his youngest daughter padawan

she saw a tooka or smt

#wavy jellyfish haircut komari is something that is so important to me actually #she had dooku braid another strand every week #dooku ofc indulges his little emo daughter with her weird hair choices #even if he doesnt understand #random boli thoughts #my art #star wars #star wars fanart #count dooku #komari vosa #disaster lineage #nothing bad ever happens to them #thats my silent mantra for everything regarding dookus padawans #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[rmstitanics]

STAR WARS: TALES OF THE JEDI

EPISODE 4: THE SITH LORD

#this scene made me go absolutely FERAL #star wars edit #count dooku #the clone wars #star wars #star wars prequels #darth sidious #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #sheev palpatine #sifo dyas #dooku jedi lost #tales of the jedi

[charmwasjess]

OKAY OKAY what if both Sifo-Dyas and Dooku fall to the dark side and become the most fucked up, codependent, terrifying Sith boyfriends??

You’re a poor Jedi cornered by the traitorous Count Dooku and that’s bad enough, right? He’s the duelist. The one with the lightning kink. Possibly, you will be lightsabered into sashimi. But the worst part is knowing there are actually two of them, and they are never far apart. So, Sifo-Dyas must be somewhere very, very close by, moving behind you in the darkness, but you can’t see him. 

Worse, Sifo-Dyas is more than capable of behaving like one of those coyotes who lure domestic dogs into danger by mimicking the body language of friendly dogs: play bows, wagging tails, “chase me, chase me!” behavior, leading them off deeper and deeper into the woods. The Council even believes that some of the Jedi whose corpses lie under Castle Serenno met their end because they believed themselves to be actually rescuing Sifo-Dyas. 

In fact, Sifo-Dyas loves these games! His favorite part is when Dooku “catches” them “escaping,” the shock on the Jedi’s face as they round the last bend of the tunnel Sifo-Dyas oh-so-helpfully showed them, only to find Dooku standing right there, waiting for them. 

Every time, it makes Sifo-Dyas laugh. It’s so funny, he can’t help it, it just bursts out, and the Jedi stares at him in horror, wondering if he’s mad. It seems possible, right up until Dooku kneels in front of him and Sifo-Dyas threads his fingers through his hair and kisses him, purring over what a good job he’s done. No, Sifo-Dyas isn’t a captive, held here against his will. In fact, judging by the way the other Sith is looking up at him as if he’s his whole universe, lapping up his praise, Dooku isn’t even the Master.

#this is a prompt by the way I want to hear your blorbo Sith AU headcanons #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #something awful for the mines #Sith Sifo-Dyas

[thebrainofocto]

Dooku finding out about what Qui-Gon did, then taking pitty on Feemor and kinda being around him, but then he gets attached and now Feemor is *his* son thak you very much.

Along with Sifo-dyas walking in while Dooku is having a monolouge about Qui-Gons stupidity, looking at Feemor, and just straight up telling Dooku that he's keeping Feemor.

Them becomming a found family, and Cin and Jocasta constantly trying to steal Feemor from them because it's their thing tm to adopt random knights.

IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE.

#they are my everything #please give them attention #I love them too much #Feemor #sifo dyas #count dooku #cin drallig #jocasta nu #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[purple-ant]

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY, MINES

here is a tiny snippet from the next chapter of my silly marriage au fic, Single Seers

“So...?”

“Yes, sorry,” Dooku slowed down to their previous walking pace and let go of Sifo-Dyas’s hand. “Servants. The first days the castle was empty, only a couple of droids left by Ramil, but Jenza was not happy with this way of things, so one day I returned from the city and was greeted by all these “my lord” and “your grace” from every corner.”

“You've dealt with servants before.” For a Jedi negotiator like Dooku, many missions involved luxurious houses and meetings, and they required maintenance.

“Yes, but not like that...” Dooku waved his hand, as if unable to convey the entire palette of emotions in words. “...Devotees. It is their honor and greatest joy to serve House Serenno, behavior that is familiar in other contexts of course, but has never been directed at me. And not within a month!”

Sifo-Dyas couldn't help but laugh as he saw Dooku get worked up, earning him an offended look.

“Laugh, laugh, I’ll ask you again after a week of “Mr” and “Sir” and “Will you allow me to accompany you every step of the way, sir, so that, Forebears forbid, you don’t need to do something yourself, sir?”

“Of course,” Sifo-Dyas smiled. “Should I also thank you for hiding information about my arrival?”

“Yes, believe me, none of us wants to find out how they imagine the future consort should be greeted.”

“Hah, I guess...” curiosity killed the loth-cat, but Sifo-Dyas felt that if he didn’t ask now, he would never be able to. “You know, you might not have waited for me to answer.”

“I wouldn’t even think of doing this without your consent!” Dooku was indignant, then frowned. “I’m not sure that this can even be done without the information and consent of the other party.”

“No, I’m talking about the call,” the seer’s smile twisted. “I bet there would be a line of nobles out the door if you had even mentioned that you were looking for a partner.”

“And I would spend the rest of my life listening to the Force, waiting for a stab in the back, or, even worse, watch their attempts to manipulate me,” the future count winced.

“Well, you would spend the rest of your life with me,” Sifo-Dyas did not know what emotions he put into these words. Something very similar to hope.

“And, you know, I don’t take my words lightly,” Dooku apparently wasn’t finished. “I still honor my knightly vows, even though my allegiance may no longer lie with the Order. Serenno and its people are my priority, and I intend to fulfill my every oath as a Count. Marriage will be no exception.”

Sifo-Dyas's heart stumbled, leaping to his throat and falling into his stomach, skipping a stop in his chest. He wanted to hit himself first for such a childish reaction, and then Dooku for such a choice of words.

“I had no doubt,” he managed.

“Seriously,” Dooku turned to Sifo-Dyas, and yes, there was not a hint of joke in his gaze when he looked into the eyes of the seer. “If I had to choose one person to spend the rest of my life with, sharing everything this world tries to throw our way, it would be you.”

#⛏️⛏️⛏️ #*aggressive pickaxe knocking*

[calcedon79]

I was bored

Okay, to prevent total withdrawal, I'll serve you guys from the mine crew a little treat from a nonsense story I write on from time to time. It's only roughly translated and not stylistically polished (and it's late). So have mercy.

Boli, this opening chapter was heavily inspired by your Mud story, but somehow our chaos-blorbos have to run into each othe

Random acquaintances

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas brushed a few sweaty strands out of his eyes. His hairband had fallen victim to a low-hanging branch. (Message to self: pack a second one for next outing)

"Of course," Jocasta Nu gasped stubbornly, struggling the last few meters up to the ledge of the old castle wall, "Master Sinube did say we could look around a bit."

"Yes, but we were supposed to stay in sight," grumbled the third of the group, his normally immaculately groomed initiate tunic soiled and torn in one place. (Stupid thorns)

" We are, Yan." The petite girl took a deep breath and put her arms on her hips. " We can see the big plaza from up there."

"I don't think that's what he meant," the slender Minashee boy dared to disagree.

"Mmmpf. Then he should phrase it better next time." She stared calculatingly up the half-collapsed defensive wall. Why did all the masters thought that Jocasta was the voice of reason in their trio? (Laughable!).

"Come on, exploring an old fortress like this is much more exciting than listening to lectures about textiles all day."

The two boys looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "True enough."

*

From the courtyard of the old fortress, there was the sound of metal hitting stone.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Jo, do you really think that's a good idea?" Sifo-Dyas made no secret of his skepticism.

"Oh, don't be such nunas." The eldest of their group rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let's go and see what this is."

"If we ever die trying out one of your ideas, I won't say another word to you," was Yan's reply as he walked past her.

After all, it had also been Jo's idea to bypass the fuse on the old turbolift and travel to the lower levels of the temple. (Maybe they should have checked the power supply first. Their two-week stay in the Halls of Healing had been no fun - neither had the trouble they'd gotten into with Master Sinube).

*

Jaster lowered his Beskard. (Okay, actually, it wasn't his.) Why did ba'buir have to take this job? No fighting, no proper libraries, how dull!

"That looks interesting," a friendly voice interrupted Jaster's exercises.

In front of him were three other children his age. Locals? Although, the other people's clothes were much more colorful than those of the newcomers. Maybe it was a school uniform or something. Jaster shrugged inwardly.

"Did you hurt yourself?" the tallest boy asked cautiously, taking a step towards him. "We didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no. Everything's fine." Jaster hurried to his feet. "I just didn't hear you coming."

"It's important to always keep an eye on your surroundings." The second boy's dark eyes scrutinized him coolly. At least until a blow to the back of his head from the girl sent the little guy staggering forward.

"Yan! Behave yourself and be polite," she hissed, to which the black-haired boy immediately muttered an apology in Jaster's direction.

Wow, the petite figure had her companions well in hand.

"Uhh, no problem. No harm done," Jaster waved it off. "My name is Jaster Mereel, by the way, and who are you?"

"The tall one with the long hair is Sifo-Dyas, the rude one is called Yan Dooku," introduced the girl with the turquoise ponytail. "And I'm Jocasta Nu."

Before any of the boys could make a sound, she continued: "Is that a traditional Midrim sword? I didn't know swords were used here. What metal is it made of?"

"What?" Jaster blinked, caught off guard by the volley of energetic questions. "Uh, no… it's a beskad and it's made of beskar."

"Beskar?" the boy introduced as Sifo-Dyas now asked with interest. "Ohh, that super cool Mandalorian metal."

"How did you get your hands on a weapon like that?" the Dooku boy wanted to know with narrowed eyes.

"How do you think?" Jaster rolled his eyes. They were asking strange questions. "I am a Mando'ad." "Uhh… Mandalorian?" he added slowly. Stupid basic. Jaster still had trouble with some words.

*

Oh.

Mandalorian?!

Dooku exchanged an alarmed glance with Sy. "'Mandalorian'?!"

Like in "Mandalorians - the enemies of the Jedi Order"?

Jo didn't seem to share their concern. A sparkle appeared in her eyes, showing her two companions that she had caught fire for a topic. Oh oh!

" Mandalorian? How exciting. I thought all Mandos wore armor."

*

"But not from the beginning," protested Jaster - horrified by so much ignorance. That couldn't be allowed to stand! "You have to earn it bit by bit. Look, I've already got bracers and a back plate. And my beskad."

"Yours? It's much too big for you." Oh, did this Yan know his way around swords? As professionally confident as his words sounded, that seemed to be the case.

"Well," Jaster admitted. "It's not mine. My ba'buir lent it to me."

"Your … ba'buir?" Sifo-Dyas tried to repeat after him and tilted his head questioningly.

"Ba'buir means … mmh grandparents in Basic. He is my grandfather"

"And he just lets you go off on your own with that?" The tall boy seemed taken aback by this.

"Of course." What was the problem? On safe planets and as long as he was back at the ship at the agreed time, he was always allowed to do what he wanted. Apparently this was a foreign concept to his new acquaintances. Poor things. "Ba'buir has to work, after all. How else am I supposed to practise? Besides, ba'buir always says it's too dangerous to go out without a weapon."

*

Okay, that was pretty sensible of said grandpa. The youngsters nodded in understanding. Children were kidnapped and sold into slavery all the time. That's why they were also allowed to take their training swords with them on their excursion. These weren't as dangerous as real lightsabers, but at the highest level they could still inflict quite serious injuries.

"Hmm, can beskar really withstand a lightsaber?" Jocasta suddenly wanted to know.

"A Jetii kad'au?" Mereel looked at her questioningly, as if he couldn't imagine how she had come up with this idea. "Hmm, I don't know."

"Maybe it should be tested." Jocasta's scientific interest was obviously piqued.

Yan didn't even bother to shield his alarm in the Force. "Yo! I don't think it's such a good idea…"

"Testing?" Jaster interrupted him curiously. "How is that supposed to work?

"Well, with this." Jo nonchalantly pulled out her training sword.

Cursing, the other boy flinched and then stared at the three of them like a Tooka in a thunderstorm. "Jetiise!… ah Jedi…. You're Jetiise?"

"Well, not quite yet," Sifo-Dyas clarified sheepishly, deliberately ignoring the other boy's raised weapon. "Strictly speaking, we're initiates. At the moment, anyway. You can only call yourself a Jedi once you've become a Padawan, built a proper lightsaber and then passed your knight's trial."

"Ohh." From one moment to the next, Jaster seemed to have overcome his shock and he lowered his sword again. "There are different Kad'aue … ah lightsabers? And how do you become a Padawan? Can anyone become one or do you have to fulfill certain requirements? How old do you have to be to take your trial?"

"Did you have a good day, ner ad?" Athas Mereel added the last of the spices to the boiling stew. A balanced diet was important for children. He may not have been the best chef in the galaxy, but he insisted on serving his grandson fresh food as often as possible. Ration bars were for emergencies. "Did you experience anything exciting, meet other children?"

"Hmm," Jaster barely lifted his head from the datapad, whose contents he was studying intently. Good boy. So studious. "I met some nice kids. We exchanged our com numbers."

(Communicators that the little Jetiise were apparently not allowed to have. "Don't you dare call us, Mereel. Only write, understand? Otherwise we'll get into real trouble with the masters.")

"That's nice," Athas nodded happily. Sometimes he was worried: Jaster was a bright boy, clever and resourceful, but he had a hard time making lasting friends. They had moved so often in the last few years, and each time his boy was forced into a new routine. Jaster's initial enthusiasm for adventure and new places had waned considerably in recent times. The new contact could only do him good.

*

On the other side of the planet, Sy, Yan and Jocasta didn't get a chance to talk about their Mandalorian encounter. When they returned to their quarters far too late, sweaty, tired and with dirty clothes, a highly annoyed Master Sinube was already waiting for them.

(Before the next outing, Yan would remember to pack some ration bars. Being sent to bed without dinner after a two-hour meditation was not acceptable to him or his body).

#sifo dyas #yan dooku #jaster mereel #jocasta nu #bolis virus #headcanon #wip #my writing #⛏️⛏️⛏️

[hauntedestablishments]

Yeah i have a dark past (being 13). Just an absolutely horrible backstory (being 13). It would keep you up at night if i told you about it (i was 13 one time)

#cant stop remembering embarrassing things i did #⛏️.txt