One distinct practice that’s seen within the Sith Order is the adornment of Sith tattoos. Although the designs and placements of these tattoos vary between species, as well as individuals, the tradition itself can be traced back to the days of the Ancients.
The original Sith “tattoos” were not tattoos at all but temporary, decorative marks. These markings have their roots in an old tale regarding a goddess and a long extinct animal of Korriban.
Stories of the Great Mother are considered to be the most well known source of “origin myths” of the Sith people. The story states the very first Sith being began life as a mowhef, a fierce, predatory animal native to Korriban. But through one final wager the mowhef found herself blessed, was given a name (Marserha) and became a Sith. When she turned into a Sith, she also retained the stripes on her arms and legs.
Even though she was the mother of all Sith, none of her children inherited the stripes.
Initially, the lack of stripes was a non-issue for the Sith. But over many generations, her children (which mostly refer to the Kissai caste) began to adopt and decorate the Mother’s Marks onto their own arms and legs.
The markings were painted on with a paste made from a native plant that would stain the skin but were temporary and faded with time. These markings were seen as way to honor their Mother and ask the gods for blessings.
Surviving records show that the marks were only ever worn on the arms and legs (and by extension, the hands and feet). This was an obvious link to both Marserha and the connection to the mowhef, but it may also have some basis in the saying: arms wield weapons and legs carry you into battle.
Over time the Six Pointed Star of Ahmurn was added to the marks since he was considered to be the father of all Sith. The marriage of the star and stripes also symbolized the union between Ahmurn and Marserha.
While the simple designs were the norm for a while, eventually the stripes began to morph into more and more intricate, artistic designs.
By the time the Exiles had arrived on Korriban, the Sith markings came in countless variations, patterns, and designs but still only worn on the arms and legs.
In the present day, some Sith purebloods have adopted tattoos but most continue the tradition of decorating their limbs the way their people have throughout the ages. Since the old gods, including the Great Mother herself, are no longer worshiped the marking are usually considered as a way of honoring the ancestors and Sith heritage.
Most of the the detailed and time consuming designs are worn during special occasions in one’s life, such as: becoming an apprentice/Lord/Darth, getting married, anticipating the arrival of a new child, in preparations for a major battle, and anything else that may be considered personally important to a Sith. There are smaller, simpler designs that are also worn, but these are mainly for decorative purposes.
Aside from the purebloods in the Sith Order, the human Sith have their own marks.
Unlike their pureblood counterparts, most human Sith have actual tattoos that are worn on the face and red in color. Both human Sith and Imperial scholars are unsure of the “when and why” this has happened. But the most accepted reason behind the tattoos seems to be that they signify traceable Sith blood within that person’s family line.
In recent times, the Sith Order has allowed aliens to join their ranks. Some of these aliens, such as Zabraks and Mirialans, have their own cultural traditions regarding the tattoos they wear and should not be confused with Sith tattoos or markings.
Others, like certain Twi’leks, come from varying backgrounds or simply do not have a significant cultural identity of their own due to personal circumstances in their lives. Some of these aliens, particular red-skinned ones, seem to cover their whole body in black tattoos. This adoption of “Sith tattoos” among the aliens are seen as a bastardization of old customs by some purebloods while others do not seem to mind one way or another.
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So this was supposed to be a smut but then it just became a ball of fluff so there will but two more parts to this so I can put the smut in - Gigi
You were sitting in the local library reading through a text book; studying for your next exam. Your muscles in you bum and legs were all but frozen from sitting in the same position for hours.
“Hey, we are closing in fifteen minuets,” the old librarian said on her way past.
You closed the text book feeling pretty happy with what you had learnt. Once you had all your things you made your way out into the car park. It was just your car and a sleek black antique car.
You were lost in a world of equations and biology that you did not notice the figure standing in your path. He had his back turned to you, inhaling his cigarette.
“What the f-,”
You had ran into the back of Luke Hemmings, one of the toughest kids in the area. At only eighteen he had almost covered his whole body in tattoos and piercings, there was even a rumor that he had his penis pierced.
“I am so sorry,” you say before all but running away to your car.
You had finished school for the day and was walking through the car park of the library when you saw the same black sleek car as last night.
Once in the library you saw a very odd sight. There sitting at the table in the middle of the room was Luke Hemmings. He was frowning at a book absently turning its pages. You walk past over to where you normally sit and started to study. Luke stayed until you left later that afternoon.
The next few days passed just the same Luke would be sitting at the table in the middle of the room frowning at his book and would leave at about the same time as you.
A week later you walked in and Luke was sitting at the chair across from where you sit; still reading his book. You took your seat, eyeing him carefully before starting to study. Occasionally you would glance up at him and he would be frowning; he was always frowning.
“Good book?” after hours of silence you finally ask. You assume the worst that could happen would be him telling you to fuck off.
“Umm.. sorta…” Luke looked up at you and your breath stopped, his eyes were beautiful, such an electric blue.
“What book is it?” you ask glancing down at it and you notice that he had been reading the same book for almost over a week.
“Shakespeares sonnets,” Luke left his finger the mark where he was at and showed me the cover. The tough boy Luke Hemmings was reading Shakespeares sonnets.
“So, you like Shakespeare?” you ask.
“I like listening to it. Though it is quite umm…difficult to read,” he said looking down embarrassed.
It was common knowledge that Luke had dropped out of school at the ripe age of fourteen and that even when he was at school he did very little; so his inability to read Shakespeare was understandable.
“I could help,” you offer quickly adding “if you want,”
He looked down at his book and then back up at you considering you offer.
“That-that would be nice,” he said.
You walked over and took the empty seat on his right and he laid the book between you both.
“Read out loud and I will help you with the words you don’t know,” you say and he starts to read.
“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses…”
“red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music…”
“a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.”
Whenever Luke paused you were filled in the word. You could just listen to his deep voice for hours…and that is what I did.
“We are closing in fifteen minuets,” the librarian said as she walked past holding a book.
We had been sitting there for hours reading through Shakespears sonnets.
Luke silently walked you out into the parking lot which was empty save for the black car.
“You shouldn’t walk home in the dark,” Luke stated “I’ll give you a lift,”
You follow him towards his car, climbing in once he had unlocked it. It was very close to the ground…it looked like Dean Winchesters car.
“Just let me drop you on the corner or something, you don’t have to tell me where you live,” Luke said once the car started.
You gave him directions to the corner right near your house.
“Thank you for helping me,” Luke said sheepishly.
“I had fun,” you said smiling before climbing out of his car.
zevran in modern au is totally the guy that would wear full on name brand clothing like armani, hugo, versace, etc one day and the next day he’d be wearing a pair of flip flops from the dollar store and some random ass white shirt he found in the trash somewhere that’s poorly cut into a crop top yet somehow everything looks good on him.
“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me; a Robin in a pear tree.”
Warm hands were pressed against your mouth, stifling your uncontrollable giggles, while your eyes were blinded by the silk fabric that smelt of pine trees and expensive cologne. Blindly, you stumbled forwards, tripping over your legs and mysterious items that dangerously littered the cold ground beneath you. Pure excitement and wonder filled your core, you wondered what the Clown Prince of Crime has gotten you.
Could it be a new car?
Maybe a diamond ring that’s the size of a golf ball?!
Or could it be that golden machine gun you’ve been eyeing up for weeks?
How about that 20,000 dollar dress you saw at the boutique yesterday?
Thoughts about what the green haired male has gotten you fluttered through your mind, and the more your twisted mind wondered the more you got feverish. The Joker let out one of his signature giggles while his cold hands that rested on your shoulders snaked down onto your hips, guiding your person around the elegant and modish penthouse that you both shared with expendable and gullible goons.
“Oh, Mistah J! I can’t hold in my excitement any more!” You yelped out, your voice shrill and loud, “If I do then I think I might burst!” You added.
He chuckled at your words, which earned a large smile from you. Hearing the man laugh, especially when you make him laugh, sends a tidal wave of joy throughout your whole body.His bare tattooed hands rubbed invisible shapes on top of your hips that were clad in skimpy lingerie.
“Well, darling…” He said, his teeth grazing your ear, while his hands wondered off your waist, lingering over the knot that held the silk blindfold over your eyes.
“You don’t have to wait any longer.”
“What do you–”
And with one swift movement the older man yanked the fabric off your face, allowing you to see. A loud and surprising gasp escaped your throat, making Joker smile.
Here, sprawled out right in front of you, was Robin. The teenager was tightly wrapped around in bright colorful Christmas lights, the obnoxious neon lights shined brightly, almost giving you a head ache at just looking at them. Green and red ornaments were taped onto his body, some scattered around his tied up form.
“Joker…You shouldn’t have…” You whispered, utterly awestruck at the sight before you.
“Oh, but I did, dear.” He said, his smile stretching across his face, showing off his metal capped teeth.
“I know how much you wanted a Christmas tree, and you and I both know that Daddy can’t give you one right now…”
“Yes, I know.” You whispered, nodding your head like a little girl. You knew that Joker had to lay low for awhile, being broken out of Arkham and such. You refuse to spend the holidays without him, just thinking back on last year made your gut wrench.
“But cheer up, Kiddo. Cause Daddy got you a better tree.” Joker said, referring to the teenage vigilante that was spitting out threats about throwing the both of you back in Arkham.
“You mean I can dress ‘em up and make him all pretty with Christmas decorations?” You asked, your half naked body wrapped in Joker’s arms.
“Mhm, go nuts!”
You let out a loud and happy yelp, planting sloppy kisses all over his face. The killer clown squeezed your body while he caught your lips with his. The familiar taste of bitter lipstick and whisky danced in your mouth and on top of your taste buds, your wet tongue raced over his capped teeth, adding the strong taste of metal in the mix. Even though Joker’s kisses were always bitter and rarely sweet, he left you wanting more of them.
You both pulled away, your chest rising and falling heavily. You then pull yourself into him for a hug, your head resting on his cold and hard chest.
“Thank you, Mistah J, thank you!”
You then let go of him, taking away the heat with you. Your happy and cheerful smile turned into a sour and crazed one. You tipped toed towards Robin, humming a random Christmas tune.
“Oh, just you wait! When I’m done you’ll be the best damn tree in all of Gotham!”