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@gloomfaithed
GLOOMFAITHED - an independent, selective DARTH TALON from the Star Wars Franchise. Legends and headcanon-based with canon compliance. Written by Lea (she/her, 30+). May contain triggering themes.
Explores the themes of: nature versus nurture, blind devotion, being raised as a tool of destruction, the loss of purpose, learning to be vulnerable
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Affiliated with: @stargone , @alootus , @arc-77
Other blog : @lightfaithed , @guidefaithed
"Regular ink," he repeats. Since the topic has been broached, he takes it as permission to more openly observe her full-body tattoos. It's difficult to envision her without them. Regular ink. "As opposed to?"
"As opposed to using Sith Pincerbugs. They're of this-" Talon raised two her two index fingers in an approximately correct distance to each other, "-size, and their bite injects an ink like toxin right underneath the skin. They're less of a tool. The tattoo artist set each stroke exactly where she wanted to, but the Pincerbugs decide on which pattern they bite. They originate from the dark side, so those who aren't attuned to it wouldn't even survive one bite."
This was Talon's vague warning to Fordo, to better not come anywhere near a Sith Pincerbug. So far she hadn't seen any on Coruscant.
Needless to say, Talon found the tattoo artist far more charming than those large bugs who crawled all over her body and kept biting her. She had been proud of the markings themselves, but she could've done without actual process.
@arc-77
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
Dark lashes lowered in humility at the Emperor's scolding. She had simply acted in a way that was most efficient. It had also been direct, but often the direct way was also the best way. The burn on her arm stung far less than Cal's scolding though, and since her mission had been a success, his reaction puzzled her.
Raising sulfur eyes back up at him, Talon cocked her head in sincere question. "I killed your attacker before he could hurt you, didn't I?" If he referred to her jumping into the line of fire, then he underrestimated her resolve. His life was worth more than her wellbeing, and she had no qualms risking it for him. "I'd call that a success."
@tapalslegacy
He gives her a sideways glances in the turbolift, and then again. It's hard to tell from the usual stern expression on his face what has caught his attention, but she might have an idea: he's trying to work out whether he's gone crazy, or if that's a new tattoo.
Perfectly manicured nails tapped against her own bicep, as Talon had her arms crossed. She stood in a more relaxed position compared to Fordo's impeccable stance. His attention was noted, but it took the second glance to work out what he may be wondering about.
"You're very observant." Impressive, how he correctly deduced that something about her markings was different. They were very intricate and almost her entire body was marked, so noting a chance wasn't easy. Showed her that Fordo had studied her very thoroughly, just like he studied all potential dangers.
"That is a new tattoo." Her index finger pointed down to her ribcage. A small patch of red skin had still been unadorned, but now a new curved ring adorned it left and right. A subtle nod to a butterfly's wings. Obvious enough for Talon to know, but not easily recognizable for those unaware. It blended in with the rest of the markings well enough. "Regular ink, obviously." And the needle had been far less painful than the Sith inscriptions.
@arc-77
"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary
i thought i told you to stay back.
i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.
this affects me, too, you know.
every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.
you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.
do you have a death wish or something?
this isn't fair to me.
i deserve better than this.
i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.
you promised me you'd stop going out at night.
i don't like hearing this.
you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?
i said i would handle it.
what the fuck are you doing here?
you told me you'd stay put.
so much for laying low.
you remember how bad it was last time.
seems like you haven't learned anything.
i believe you promised me you'd lay low.
i can't keep doing this.
don't give me that look.
we'll discuss this later.
this stops now.
i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.
you keep throwing yourself into danger.
you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?
i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.
that was really stupid of you, and you know it.
i thought you knew better than this.
what's your excuse this time?
you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?
you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.
that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.
i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.
that was completely unnecessary.
they had it handled.
you didn't need to step in like that.
why do you think you're invincible?
the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.
i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.
what are you trying to prove?
you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.
this shit hurts me, too, you know.
you're not the only one affected by this shit.
you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.
what happens if you don't come back?
you think we can just carry on without you?
you think i can handle things if you end up dead?
i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.
you're not even slick.
you think you're invincible, don't you.
quit pretending you've got everything under control.
let someone else do it for a change.
you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.
i'm done with this.
next time you do this, i'm not coming back.
promise me this is the end.
look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.
let the authorities deal with it.
you're making a big mistake.
is it worth dying for?
i've dealt with enough pain over the years.
Darth Talon by Rob Halfpenny
Darius's head ached and it was hard to think, but he kept his eyes on the scarlet twi'lek. Darth Talon. Darth was a Sith title like Darth Maul or Darth Tyrannus. How many Sith were there in the galaxy? Hadn't Master Yoda said there were only ever two Sith in the galaxy?
His mind strayed along that plane of thought, his concussion making it difficult to focus. He reached down to his belt to feel for his light saber, but it was gone. Had he lost it when he was knocked out or did the Sith take it?
Still struggling, he tried to reach out and feel what was around him but found force condensed too tightly around the Sith to sense everything else in the immediate area.
'Che'voc,' he thought and flinched when she put her fingers to his temple, but found the invasion painless and brief. Not something he expected from a Sith. But that didn't stop the mortification of her announcing just how he'd been rendered unconscious.
Darius groaned and resisted the urge to rub his face with embarrassment. He, an Esverran native and Jedi apprentice, had not only let his mount be spooked, but had been unseated because of it!
He ran a hand over his face and looked at her, weighing his options. She'd found him unconscious and not only let him live but brought him to her ship alive and mostly unharmed. His mind burned with a million questions, but one shouted over the rest.
"Why?" he asked, fixing his gaze on her sulfur hues. "Why did you bring me here and drag me back? What are you looking to gain?"
Was she going to bring him to the Separatists? Was she going to toy with him and then kill him? If not... what was she going to do?
Talon couldn't help but to give him a positively devious grin. The Jedi expected the worst of her, which was fair, given that Sith usually engaged them in combat on sight. Added to that was the fact that he must be startled about her existence at all. Master Dooku had kept her hidden for a while, but now she worked to further his plans.
"Perhaps I just decided I want handsome company tonight?" she teased. Not that her assessment of his looks weren't accurate, he was indeed handsome. But inviting the enemy to bed was the most stupid way to die she could think of.
"Or perhaps I'm just in the need of a native." Her motive was still vague enough to remain mysterious and - hopefully - unsettling to him, but it made obvious that she wasn't going to eat him alive. "I assume the Jedi got you young, like they do with all their initiates. Still, you may be useful." Whether he had seen much of Esverr or not, the Force connected him to his home planet in a way it didn't do for those not born on it.
Considering he had reached down at his belt, she assumed he must be missing his lightsaber. Talon didn't have it, and it had not been on him when she found him. Perhaps it rolled away, or someone must have taken it. Deciding to bluff, she made him an offer. "Your lightsaber in return for your assistance. I could use a tour guide for an old temple."
The moment they rolled, dust rising around them like smoke from a ritual fire, Gabriel felt the burn of her strength coil around his waist. Her legs were no idle threat—they were the strike of a warrior honed in art and violence. The shift in her weight, the pulse of the Force—she was no pretender. She was earned. And she’d just made that clear. He hit the ground on his side with a grunt, her weight forcing them through the motion like a storm reclaiming the sky. And then—there she was again. Atop him. Breathless, grinning, radiant with the thrill of the contest. Her laughter rang in his ears, not mocking, but exhilarated. For a moment, it stirred something deeper than mere rivalry.
Gabriel lay still beneath her for a beat, breathing hard, not out of exhaustion, but calculation. He studied her again—closer this time. Her pulse echoed in the Force, wild and alive. So was his. "So do I," he said, voice lower now, husky with a quiet intensity. "You don’t hold back. I respect that." He flexed his fingers where they still wrapped around her arms. Not to restrain her, but to feel the tension, the energy buzzing beneath her skin like charged plasma. Every strike, every twist of her limbs, had purpose. She didn’t fight for show—she fought to define.
His lips curled—not in amusement, but approval. "You’ve been taught well… but you’ve also made the teachings your own. That’s rare." He shifted slightly beneath her, his tone shifting with it—still sharp, but edged with something deeper. He let the silence sit for a moment before continuing, golden eyes locked to hers. "But you know as well as I do… power only matters when it's challenged. Strength isn’t confirmed in solitude. It’s proven—here. In the dust. In the sweat. In every bruise you don’t regret." The holocron pulsed behind her like a beating heart, its call ever-present, yet momentarily overshadowed by something greater: this collision of wills, of bodies, of dark-sparked curiosity and mutual restraint.
"So take it," he murmured, voice low and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take the prize. But know that nothing you claim in my presence will ever go uncontested." Then, slowly, deliberately, his hand released her arm and drifted down—not toward her, but toward his side. His fingers curled around the hilt of his lightsaber with quiet finality, the gesture not rushed, but precise. A silent declaration. Not a threat. A promise. He didn’t ignite it—yet—but the tension in the air shifted, thickening like a storm gathering on the edge of battle. The intimacy of the moment twisted into something sharper, more volatile. He was no longer testing her. He was preparing. Because like her, he was not holding back.
They were progressing from one type of dance to another. It had only been a matter of time. Perhaps they could have continued like this, if not for the trophy they even fought for. Both wanted to claim this holocron and its existance made any kind of mercy impossible. "Are you certain that you want this?" She left 'I had been willing to spare you' unsaid.
He made his choice, and she saw the resolve in his eyes. There was no way he would back down now, not now, after she had fanned the flame and showed him that she was a fighter worth dominating. It was a shame though. She enjoyed their tumble. Under different circumstances it may as well be on a bed, entangled by sheets, instead of on a dusty ground. "Very well then. Let it not be said that Darth Talon is cowardly."
In an instant, Talon sprang to her feet, backwards and away from him. While in the air she grabbed the hilt of her lightsaber and ignited it, being the first one to bathe the chamber in a sharp, red glow. The familiar thrum of the plasma blade was comforting. Talon was usually at a disadvantage when not attacking first, so she would have to be smart about this. Already did she study their surroundings closely, noting any kind of advantage the architecture could give her.
Making eye contact with him, she reached for the wildly vibrating holocron. She expected him to jump into action any moment and was ready for it.
Ph. Bakya
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
May The 4th Be With You!
Darth Talon
whenever somebody responds with “I beg your pardon?” assert your dominance by announcing “Then Beg.”
It hadn't been meant to be anything more than a scouting mission. Esverr was a large, heavily forested planet filled with innumerable species of flora and mega fauna. Kagliasaurs were one of them, and as common mounts, they were plentiful. It had been such a mount that had unseated the young Jedi when his small party encountered an equally thin-numbered group of Trade Federation scouting droids.
For Darius, the fight had been brief as his Kagliasaur had bucked him and run off, leading the clones to fight as they rode. Thinking their leader was escaping to warn the others, they followed the stampeding Kagliasaur, leaving their fallen leader behind.
The world was slow to return and Darius head throbbed. The gentle web of the Force glittered faintly in his brain and tingled in his fingertips. But there was something else there - something that pulled the Force in like a black hole, making it dense and loud like the scream of a raging sun.
Darius tried to pull away, a soft groan escaping him. What was it? Or was it a who? If it was, who was it? No one he'd ever felt before...
Blearily, the young Jedi opened his eyes, blinking as he looked around. A bed. A wall. A house? No... a ship?
He stopped when the spotted the force-dense presence, a red Twi'lek with jagged black tattoos. He swallowed with stiff recognition. He didn't know this woman, but he knew the darr'thumbur or Dark Side of the Force when he felt it.
"Who're you?" he asked quietly. "Where am I?"
She felt his presence more keenly now and it alerted him to his awakening. He still looked groggy and was clearly confused and disoriented. His pupils were blown wide, so he must be suffering a concussion.
"I'm Darth Talon. You're on my ship." Surely her name didn't mean anything to him, and her ship could be anywhere, which made for an unsatisfying answer. It didn't tell him whether they were still on Esverr, which they were, but she liked to see him squirm a little.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was weakened, Talon placed crimson fingers on his uninjured temple and began to gently skirm his mind for the occurences of the last hour. It was a painless process and only took a few second until she stopped, removing her fingers. "You fell of your mount."
It was both meant to be a helpful push for him to come to his senses and surprisingly amusing as well. She bit her lip, trying to stifle an amused smile. "I found you laying on the ground and carried you here."
@its-a-full-galaxy
This was too easy. Talon knelt down next to the unconscious Jedi, feeling cheated. She had looked forward to a glorious fight where she had to subdue him, yet he was already laying here when she found him. Oh well. Talon lifted him up, stronger than her small form suggested. She carried his limp body to her ship, which awaited nearby and once inside, laid him down on a bed. He got knocked over the head, which explained his bleeding temple. "Who got you like that?" she chuckled and opened a first aid kit to take out a package of bacta. More importantly, who knocked a Jedi unconscious and then let him live? Talon pondered over that, while spreading the bacta over his wound and cleaning the blood away with a towel. Then she waited for him to wake up.
