#mirjahaal

[kad-dala]

Briika'skraan

[dragormir]

Count Dooku, pt. 1

Mirjahaal Master Post

Dooku had often wondered, in his life, who would be the first of his lineage to die. Master Yoda had, of course, always been at the top of his list. He dearly loved his master, even if he claimed in public that he had distanced himself from both the Order and his lineage, but Yoda was ancient. He was easily as old as the cursed Reformation that had doomed the Jedi to a life of slavery and deprivation. If Yoda had passed into the Force while Dooku was on Serenno, he would have felt it, mourned, and moved on because he had accepted that the ancient Force wielder would die of old age - if the Force were ever brave enough to confront his awful glimmer stick, of course. 

To receive the news that it was his own beloved Padawan taken from him.... Dooku buried his face in his hands, willing his breathing to remain even as the Galactic Senate's representative droned on about the tragedy of Qui-Gon's demise and how surely this would bring Dooku back into the Senate's embrace so they could ensure he received the care his lineage would need in this trying time.... 

"That is enough," Dooku snapped, sharper than he had intended. It shut up the Senate's lapdog, though. "I have no more desire to hear of some failure from a lineage I have left. Tell the Senate not to bother me about this again." He cut the call off with an irritated wave of his hand, counted to twelve, and let out a harsh sob.

He and Qui-Gon had never been able to see entirely eye to eye, but he had raised that boy from childhood, had trained him and loved him and protected him as best he could from the Republic's cruelest actions. Qui-Gon was the son he had been denied by the Reformation and the Senate, the son he had never been able to cherish and care for as he ought to. And now his boy was dead.

He'd thrown himself from one of the spires, and Dooku could only guess as to his Padawan's thought process. He cursed his stupid, foolish, big-hearted boy for doing such a thing as he felt his heart shatter. Qui-Gon had left behind three Padawan of his own - one was a Master in his own right, and worked as an archivist. Feemor's heart had always been set on guarding the Temple, something the Force had called him to - but, like Qui-Gon's desire to explore and help people, and Dooku's own drive to excel at everything, from sabers to diplomacy, he had been denied his heart's calling. Then there was that spoiled little bastard, Xanatos, whom Qui-Gon had taken on out of pity, if only because no one else wanted to touch such a poisonous little toad. He had the protection of a powerful family, and one that was bizarrely delighted over the idea that one of their children was a Jedi. Either they were all brain-damaged, or Dooku was going to find blackmail in his biological father's archives about that family that would require bleach to wash away. 

And then there was little Obi-Wan. Not so little now, of course. Dooku had last seen him as a small boy, recently arrived from Stewjon. His own parents had tried to drown him - a mercy, of course, and one Dooku had guiltily wished they had been able to grant the sweet little boy more than once - and he had been terrified of water and bathing. Qui-Gon had taken him on as well, to Xanatos' intense disgust, and, for a time, Dooku had allowed himself to think that perhaps the Senate would just....leave them all alone.

Then Senator Valorum had discovered the little Padawan, and Dooku's world had shattered. Qui-Gon had been inconsolable when the Senate Guard had arrived to take his newest Padawan away, and even that little prick Xanatos had been in shock. Obi-Wan's return several hours later with pockets full of candies and several new stuffed toys, proclaiming that all the nice senator had wanted was to have Obi-Wan sit with him while he did paperwork, had failed to reassure any of them. 

Dooku cursed softly and reached blindly for the decanter on his desk, pulling the crystal stopper out with a little more force than necessary and, without bothering to reach for a cup, drank straight from the bottle. 

Qui-Gon had become overbearingly protective of his two Padawan after that. Dooku's escape years ago hadn't helped matters, and with his recent consolidation of power on Serenno - and, more importantly, over their hyperlane nexus - he was sure the Senate was incensed. Sith Hells, they had been furious. His majordomo had reported that his entire lineage, sans Master Yoda, had been doing some sort of "apology ritual" in the Senate rotunda for a fucking tennday. Dooku knew what that meant - kneeling on grains of rice or fine gravel until the Senate said you could stand, and Force gods but his own knees still ached from the one time he'd been forced to do that - and now.... 

His Padawan must have done something to anger the Senate. Dooku drank deeply from the decanter, not caring that the brandy was spilling down his neck as he drank. Perhaps not anger. No, Qui-Gon would tapdance on a Senator's grave and smile the whole time, uncaring of the consequences. 

No, Qui-Gon had done this in an effort to protect him. 

And Dooku could do nothing to aid the Jedi left behind.

[bonefarm]

hey! do you have sources on the gassed trailer being fake? there are people within my own equestrian community i want to share this with.

Hey! I reblogged that post with a bunch of screen shots- here they are again. Most local news outlets are now covering it correctly too. Also see r/Tulsa for more accounts and pretty much any community involved in the Tulsa riots.

[oldtestleper]

fic title?: my god is the sun

my god is the sun, and other attempts: a fic for assassination nation (i know), centering around becks and diamond and their efforts to reconstruct their community in the aftermath of the most batshit couple of weeks in anyone’s life, ever. it’s hot, it’s humid, they eat popsicles and try and navigate their various, conflicting, newly freed desires in the fragile equilibrium that has settled over salem in the aftermath of the events of the film. diamond cries a lot, becks wanders around by herself, they kiss at the bottom of a drained swimming pool and on top of abandoned cars and the living room of a house whose occupants are long gone. diamond doesn’t know how to start his life again; becks gets her g.e.d. summer won’t last forever, after all.

send me a made-up fic title

[captainofthetidesbreath]

The problem is I've seen the same exact points said entirely sincerely. Is it really trolling at that point? It's not really anything to convince me that they were actually trolling. I've said this to some others, but part of my difficulty with this particular Discourse™ on this site is that so much of it is being done through trolling or memeing or jokes, and I genuinely can't tell what's going on anymore. Even if it's said as trolling, it's still absolutely shitty logic, but like trolling isn't even meant to present points in a grounded manner. I suspect that having a straightforward discussion isn't going to change many people's minds on it, especially since this discourse is the perennial one that's been recycled through lesbophobia, biphobia, transphobia. But, at the same time, there's an utter breakdown where a good portion of this site isn't having a discourse, it's having a troll war—while those who ARE trying to have a proper discussion are mired. Using the same exact points it would otherwise. And, like, I forgot where I was going but, just now, I've realized how absolutely belittling that is. I'm not even worth a proper discussion.

[kad-dala]

For anyone dealing with PTSD or stress, self-tested. Helped a lot. @quicksilvermad

[dragormir]

Mirjahaal Verse Master Post

Overarching Warnings/tags: Child abuse, slavery, implied/referenced non-con, torture, abuse, violence, harm to children, bullying (these tags will be updated on an as-needed basis. if I miss anything, please drop me a line and I’ll add it to the warnings)

Background - this contains the basic buildup for Mirjahaal. May be edited if relevant context is needed.

Count Dooku, pt. 1 - this is Dooku’s first written appearance in Mirjahaal, but not his first chronological actions.

[dragormir]

Some Background for the AU

* The Ruusan Reformation went further than canon ever did, and shackled the Jedi Order to the Senate’s whims. This got to the point that it’s an open secret in the Senate Dome that the Jedi aren’t as free as the rest of the galaxy believes they are.

*The Mandalorian Empire became resurgent under Jaster Mereel, who put Montross and Tor Vizsla to the sword on Korda VI, cementing his rule and ensuring the loyalty of Clan Vizsla to Clan Mereel and, later, Clan Fett.

*Jango Fett did not start the war with the Republic, but he sure as shit did finish it. (This will be important later.) As part of the peace treaty, he asked for a Jedi. (This will also be important later.)

*Palpatine is still a problem, but in a different way than canon. (He still wants to be an emperor, but the Clone Wars won’t happen because Kamino may have been bombed due to prior circumstances involving a pissed off Mandalorian raiding group.)

*Cal is the reason why Jango got a clue. He does not have a great time in the process.

And that should cover everything. Godspeed, kids.