#sith!fox

[aranvhetin]

Haven't posted any art for a while as I was out of country but tried a little but different angle on the face this time also forgot the Corries symbol 😞

[toomanyteefs]

I’m calling this my Do-Over Bad End AU, in which Palpatine realizes Fox is Force-sensitive early and manipulates/forces him to become a secret Sith apprentice. I'm not going to actually write it because it would get WAY too dark, but it's in my brain and the devil made me paint it.

[ollovae3]

IM LATE BUT I LIVE.

mARTch 2022, days 7 and 12 since I'm doing the slow version but Messed Up By A Day 💀

LoVED the voted for option of Hardcase in a popcolor style and OUGH how it hurt my brain to do that funky pose???

And I saw monochrome and went FERAL because I HAD to draw Fox?? Was originally gonna be a portrait but You Know Me and I Can't Do That. 😭🤣 So instead, enjoy Sith!Fox after having un-alived our dear friend Palpatine. 😈

Bloody version under the cut!

[trudemaethien]

The Scourge Lays Low All In Its Wake

mind the tags on the fic 😅

rated E, ALL the Warnings: Violence, MCD, Rape/noncon, Fox/Obi-Wan Kenobi, DDDNE, Hurt No Comfort

The final days of the Clone Wars went differently; now presenting Sith!Obi-Wan as Sidious’ new Apprentice, and Sith!Fox as Sidious’ Enforcer.

For @ossidae-passeridae, for you, I went dark. I hope you enjoy the suffering <3

Please be warned, most of the tags (which, again, you need to read don’t @ me) are for the POV character’s actions, which is not Sidious.

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“What should we call him, pet?” the Sith Master asks, pacing before his broken and despairing new Apprentice. The question is rhetorical.

“Dar’aal,” Fox wrings his opinion from his ruined throat anyway. Sidious turns and electrocutes him; he arches, screaming soundlessly.

Fox doesn’t care anymore. He just is. Everything is pain, so why should he choose to do anything in any given moment but what he wishes?

A pause once he collapses, and then Sidious’s corpulent voice rings out smug, “Yyyyes, it will do. For your loyal service, my pet, take Lord Darall from my sight and offer no comfort.” His accent makes the mando’a into something foreign and smooth, but that’s his prerogative.

Fox rolls over and drags himself to his feet, sways briefly to regain his balance, then steps up to the shaking, kneeling wreck of a man. “Hey,” he snaps brusquely. “Hey, Dar’aal.”

Bloodshot golden eyes focus on him. “Feel…no longer?” the newforged Sith muses. “Yes, quite apt…”

Fox grabs a punishing handful of his hair to jerk him upright, kicking his wobbly knees to stand him the rest of the way. Kark, but he hates tall guys. He doesn’t let up on the hair, bending Dar’aal awkwardly and towing him in his wake unrelentingly.

Fox’s name is still Fox because he would not respond to anything else. It wasn't worth Palpatine’s time to rename him. Fox knows who he is, and he’s not a good man.

But he is still himself.

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38585097