#sithisms

[papabigtoes]

Heyyyyy its Yume Mandy. Someone I'm in telegram with just nao was like hey isn't Sal Falconbeck that guy you're FO and I said um yes obviously, and they said well he's on c ai. And I was confused like no a guy on ao3 made him? But they sent me a link and someone named medivigor made a bot of him and its public on their, idk if this person is using your writing or just the NAME but either way did you approve this? I know you said you don't want your art used for fartificial intelligas so I thot maybe it was behind your back 🤢🤮☹ please protect my baby from this evil hell HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!! SAL DOESN'T WANT PEOPLE PRETENDING THEY'RE HIM!! 😡🤬🤬😡☠🗣⚰⚰

Hiya Mandy!

Medivigor had brought it to my attention before, but I thought it was a private, self-indulgent thing. I thought they just shaped a random bot and talked to it to try to get their own version out of it?

That being said, a friend looked it up and I’m afraid they did in fact put my work into it;

which is a real shame. This is from chapter 3 of planet pissed, where he’s reading a newspaper and wears glasses at a random bar;

And Ch. 4 as well;

I do not approve of people using my text or art to shape ai. It’s insulting.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mandy! Feel free to chat in dms if you want - I won’t bite (unless I’m prodded!)

[estarion]

"You must be playing hard to get~"

[Oathbreaker paladin verse]

... with her? i’ve kept things entirely tame. she just isn’t at my level yet.

[mayxthexforce-moved]

@sithisms said:

"Dont look at me like that. I saved you from death and you glare at me like I'm the bad guy~"

[Ulic old republic war era]

The metallic taste of his own blood pooled against his tongue.

That Mandalorian had descended upon him like an omen of death. One moment, it was all quiet. The next, a jetpack coming to life just a couple feet above him and a beskar-tipped boot landing a solid kick against his face. It was a miracle his nose hadn't broken. Although he could already tell his jaw would resent him for weeks.

Ulic hit the ground and, in the couple seconds it took him to compose himself and thrust a tense hand forward, ready to crush the windpipe of his assailant, he realized that Kun had it under control. And yet, he didn't lower his hand right away. He could almost see the force, like translucent tendrils, stretching out towards Kun, trying to tempt him, playing with his ambition, his need to always be the best, the deep rooted fear of being looked down on for every little mistake. Getting caught off guard by a Mandalorian with a jetpack was more than a LITTLE mistake. Kill him, it told him, kill him or he'll kill you.

He was nowhere near regretting any of the things he had done and would continue to do. But as headstrong as he was, even he could admit that the dark side was —at time— a karking nuisance.

Ulic finally put his hand down.

"You're getting paranoid."

Was he talking to himself out loud or addressing his fellow Sith's words? Perhaps both. Ulic didn't dwell on that. There was just no time and he'd spent long enough —pathetically too long— on the ground. Instead, he rose to his feet and summoned his lightsaber back to his hand. Standing tall– not quite as tall as Kun, but still an imposing height; and surveying their surroundings, including above them —as he wouldn't make the same mistake twice—, for any signs of danger.

"Saved me from death? You underestimate me," he noted. "I could have handled it."

Stars, I sound like Cay.

He quickly forced the thought back down into the dark corner of his mind from whence it came. Ulic refused to think much about his younger brother, refusing to let the darkness that now inhabited him taint his memories of Cay. But every now and then, like that karking Mandalorian, the thoughts of his family descended upon him in what felt like a ruthless, premeditated attack.

And, just like with that Mandalorian, there was always Kun for him to focus on, and it made things more bearable.

"Let's keep moving," he breathed out. "There's never just one of them."

The subjugation of the clans was still a work in progress.

[alootus]

in the moment, silence did speak louder than his words. a note of amusement that followed the prolonged pause between her vocalized state of disbelief and his response made her feel a leap in her 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞; as he belittled the matter at hand, clearly finding it humorous, her heart raced in preparedness and pushed adrenaline forward, making padmé awfully aware of the beats testing the side of her neck, quick as the ones of a frightened animal. needless to say the feeling of defenselessness wasn't to her liking the slightest, and the unexpected touch of the intimidating being's hand cupping her face only added to the restlessness she was experiencing.

a cold shiver ran all the way down her spine, mind calculating its options while a frown on her features only grew stronger. the wisdom of quietude had been overpowered by the 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 of her nature — talking her way out of this one would likely need a some sort of miracle. ❝ speak your word, but do not touch me again ❞, she added in between his shared musings about secrecy, swallowing down the urge to grasp his wrist and force it away. he hadn't been the only one to reach and feel her soft cheek, nor the first one to threaten her. still, something about this time in particular yanked at her roots. it could be that despite everything she'd somehow harbored trust in him, and now it'd likely begun to crumble. get it together.

❝ i don't think you would speak of my private matters to anyone, jedi ❞, padmé suggested and tilted her chin while following him with her gaze, ❝ if you'd benefit from it, you would have done it already, yes ? which gives me the impression that somehow my presence is useful to you. ❞ a pause. ❝ why would you turn your back on anyone here, i wonder ? surely a person of your talents wouldn't truly consider betrayal in times like these ? ❞

continued from here ! :: @sithisms

[lightfaithed]

"Have you ever thought of shaving?"

At the question, Obi-Wan's hand subconsciously came up to rest on his beard. It had been around Anakin's fifteenth's birthday when he had begun growing it.

He had been a rather self-conscious Master and when Anakin had hit a sudden growth spurt and had shot up to be his height, outsiders couldn't easily tell who was the Master and who the learner, despite Anakin's Padawan braid.

In a desperate bid to appear more mature and wise, and to be easily recognized as the Master, Obi-Wan had decided to grow a beard. It did seem to work, because even though Anakin had grown taller than him, the beard drew people's attention and made Obi-Wan look older than he was.

"No, I quite like my beard," he told Kun. "It managed to fool everyone - including myself - into believing that I'm actually wise and that I know what I'm doing."

Obi-Wan had now been wearing the beard for so long, he wasn't ready to show the world what his naked face looked like. "Why, is it not to your liking too?" he asked curiously. Kun had a handsome face, which a beard would only obscure, but on Obi-Wan's face it simply felt right.

And most people liked this beard, as he spent a lot of time and products to keep it trimmed and soft. No beard burn for lovers or any unseemly crumbs of his last meal entangled in his beard. Obi-Wan was as clean and neat as it got.

[arc-77]

@sithisms continued from [here]

"Exar Kun, huh? Pleasure to meet you."

He discreetly taps a control on the side of his gauntlet, muting his external vocoder and switching to squad-comms. Verify that transfer, he says to his lieutenant. One of the similarly armored troopers in blue takes a few casual steps back and turns around, hand touching the side of his helmet as he goes up the chain of command.

"Not to worry, sir," he says again out loud. "The war's called all sorts of Jedi back into the fold. You wouldn't be the first thrust into all this after years of solitude."

The Captain beckoned the jedi to follow him over to the ridge, separating the two of them from the rest of his troopers. Retrieving a set of electro-binoculars from his belt, he peers through it, then hands it to Exar Kun to do the same. "About four kilometers north-east is a Separatist weapons emplacement we've been assigned to scout. If we get the chance, I'd like to destroy it while we're there."

[kaleeshbled]

     @sithisms has sent a holo message. . .

"You dare threaten me!? Ah well.. I could gladly show you some ancient sith techniques. A shame you are to be the training dummy."

     The thought of another Sith aside from Dooku or Sidious was ridiculous to the General. Yes, the teachings of the particular set of Force Wielders does not remain in his mind -- something that means little to him. However, there is knowledge that there are only two around.      Was it a lie? Another hidden or expected to be dead like that Zabrak?

     “ Is that supposed to be a boast? ” There is a hissing to his words, suppressing the raking cough from escaping -- not wanting anything to tarnish his stance, his strength, “ I have learned all techniques of the blade. I doubt you can show me something new! ” The last part gets the ear fins to angle forward, the deep growl growing until he cannot hold back a few coughs, “ I'll make you regret calling me that! ” So stubborn, confident in his skills from being a warlord but also the training from the Count.

[stars-written]

"Bend..break beneath me.."

Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the other's insistence, gaze set hard against the Sith's own. Lifting her chin in defiance, she planted her feet firmly beneath her. Her fingers twitched slightly with the reflex to draw her lightsaber but she curled them into her palms instead, refusing to give in to fear or anger.

"I've gone down that path before. Never again! All it leads to is pain and suffering."