sith au fic idea: weird force shit pulls the sith versions of anakin, obi-wan, and ahsoka into canon during the clone wars
for some reason they can’t back until the war is over, so they end up bunking with the jedi after it’s confimed that they’re from another dimension and aren’t about to kill everyone
and the sith version of obi-wan freaks the order out the most because it’s nearly impossible to tell him apart from the jedi version
the sith version of anakin is noticeably more savage and impulsive, the sith version of ahsoka is cruel in a way the jedi version isn’t, and then there’s sith obi-wan
he speaks and talks and gestures like the jedi version, he has the same sense of humor, the only way to tell them apart is if he drops the glamour concealing the red of his eyes
the jedi versions of ahsoka and anakin watch this man that looks like their master casually torture and kill and can’t help wondering how much darkness their obi-wan hides
If there is one thing Obi-Wan knows above all else, it is his own capacity for darkness. So when alternate Sith versions of Anakin, Ahsoka, and himself appear, he is the only one not phased. Beyond the reality of parallel universes making literally anything possible, the idea of Obi-Wan being a Sith is rather sensible. All it would have taken was a single step to the left –with Xanatos, or on Melida/Daan, or fighting Maul, or one of the hundred thousand other moments when Obi-Wan has felt himself tempted.
Anakin and Ahsoka are clearly not so comfortable with their darker selves and the Sith are likewise unnerved by their lighter counterparts. The four of them look to be on the precipice of a bloodbath purely on the basis of their differing Force alignments. Obi-Wan resists the urge to sigh. Everyone talks about Sith and Jedi, Dark and Light, as if they are separate species when really all of them are just fallible sentients doing whatever they think is right or necessary. Violence really isn’t necessary in this situation.
Obi-Wan glances over at his counterpart and they share an identical smile. Yes, his Sith self has clearly also come to the conclusion that they are hardly different at all. Certainly less divided than the two Anakins or two Ahoskas. It seems the cooler heads of the two Kenobis must prevail.
“For the sake of minimizing confusion, please call me Venge.”
“Of course, Darth Venge. But only if you call me Obi-Wan.”
“Certainly, Master Kenobi. Thank you for the tea.”
Never forget that the Jedi Temple on Coruscant was built on top of a Sith Shrine, and that Sidious used the residual dark side energies there to help shroud his presence from the Jedi.
Never forget that the Jedi were totally begging to be fucked over, I mean come *on*. They couldn’t build it a little to the left? Nope. Had to have it right on top of the Sith one. Because symbolism and aesthetic and Jedi dogmatism.
(It does make for some fun fanfic ideas, though. Like, imagine if Palps had access to it? Imagine if he tortured people literally right beneath the Jedi’s noses?? Or experimented? Or just did general Sith shit??? And none of them had any idea because their senses were dulled by the Dark Side????? A-fucking-men that would be both brutal and beautiful and I am most definitely using it now. You all should, too.)
*hums quietly* Hungry temple ate what came before at the command of its creators, and it chews up Jedi and spits out their corpses, and they all begin their lives there so they don’t know they need to escape. It will eat anyone who comes inside, if they dare, if the Jedi allow, and no one notices except for a few.
And Sidious isn’t about to tell any of his apprentices that the Temple is hungry because it belonged to the Sith first, and it remembers. If Sidious doesn’t tell, he can watch the Temple eat those who don’t figure it out.
*shivers* ohooooo
A darkness so old the Jedi have forgotten about it, that shrouds itself in the Jedi’s own light. Concealed unseen behind the glare of their force presence.
Imagine Padawans Jocasta Nu, Sifo-Dyas, and Dooku going exploring in the lower levels of the temple and finding a hidden library.
Imagine Qui-Gon who is Atarass maintaining a Garden ripe with darkness on the lost soil of Coruscant’s surface.
Imagine a council padawan searching for hours for Knight Feemor, they know he’s in the temple somewhere, only to meet him coming back to his rooms in a daze. The remnants of his Sith Alchemy still staining his fingers from his lab below.
Imagine a Temple within a Temple, an Order within an Order. A sleeping shifting beast lying in wait.
The Jedi were always going to fall, for a house is only as strong as its foundations, and the Jedi build theirs out of ice. Right on top of a pool of shifting magma. The steam of its slow destruction, hiding the danger within the fog.
The child. Which means literally baby Sith, and either they’re going to grow up very strange, or someone’s going to smother them as a child. Depends entirely on the sort of people they grow up with.
On a side note – unless someone else takes the idea and runs with it, that is not a scenario that’s going to ever happen in Chorus and Solo, not even as “this happened to one of the Sith in the Chorus”. Because while I respect that some people want to have kids, and like being (or like the idea of being) pregnant, the entire concept squicks me out something fierce, and I cannot write it.
Okay, taking these in order. A lot of the answers is simply spoilers, but some of them don’t exactly get covered by the current fic-in-progress for the AU (because it’s entirely from Obi-Wan’s POV, and there are gaps in his knowledge by necessity), so the spoilers are further out.
Anakin is part of the AU, what happens to him is spoilers. Including the question about what happens with training.
Obi-Wan and the Order:
No, he doesn’t stay with the order. How would risking imprisonment and death be any use to him or anyone else?
Nope, because by the time the Council gets to Naboo, Obi-Wan has left. If he runs into them later… well, Qui-Gon will be quite smugly proud of his former Padawan, if that’s the case.
Couldn’t get to sleep tonight, so I’ve been doodling Ben to try and tire myself out (it didn’t work. I became too enthralled. Moral of the story, never assume you’ll get bored when Sith Obi-Wan is involved.)
They have captions, too, if you’re into those.
(Red is totally his color, but considering he’s a Force Spooky residing in the head of another Obi-Wan, he can pretty much wear and look whatever and however the fuck he wants. The power of thought or something. I just wanted to see him in red, because I’m self-indulgent and it’s wonderful.)
Doodle dump of sexy Sith grandpas. Aka Dooku and Serenus.
(I really enjoy Dooku’s design in Son of Dathomir. It’s just. Hnngh.)
(And if you’re ever wondering what Serenus’s main outfit looks like in Frisson, there you go. He ain’t as aesthetic fancy mcpantsy as Dooku, but he looks nice. He keeps the Jedi style mostly because of the whole very un-Sith like Sith thing going on. Etc. Etc. And to piss of Palpatine. It’s the little victories.)
(That sketch at the bottom may be my favorite Sith Qui-Gon that I’ve ever drawn. I especially like how the messiness juxtaposes Dooku doing a lil pampering at the top. It amuses me. Alot.)
(And in case you can’t see the words, pampered Dooku is saying,“It’s called exfoliating, you uncultured swine.”)
Yeah, hoes, bros, and toes, I’m still doing that Sith Pinup Calendar.
I wanted Sith Obi and Sith Qui-Gon to be doing similar poses, because I’m trash.
Anyways, there’s the wip to prove I’m still working on it. I won’t be posting the completed one until all the months are done, mostly because I’m contemplating making actual calendars to possibly sell, SO. We’ll see. Maybe it’ll just be a digital calendar, idfk.
I’ve included the regular transparent sweater version in case anyone wants to give him their own specific sweater (tag me if you do that, pretty please.)
Annnnd since this is lowkey a guilt doodle, here’s a snippet from the fic where said guilt originates.
Thank you, Zygerria arc, for giving me a situation where Rex and Obi-Wan are near each other and would need to do exactly what they’re told.
And thank you, inhibitions, for being incredibly lacking.
There's a Mirror on the Wall 