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I think it's a sign of good media when you have to reread or rewatch it to get the full experience. First time is for getting your brain blasted by the story and being confused second time is for knowing who's who and what's what and willingly getting your brain blasted again.

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Do you have a "favourite" physical trait to give to your OCs? If so, what is it?

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they removed darth maul’s lower half in the phantom menace so that they wouldn’t have to hear his dick slapping between his legs

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sweet nothings

pairing: darth maul x august moor

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of battle, mentions of violence, references to gore, self-inflicted wound, lots of comfort, gentle kisses, two idiots very much in love

a/n: happy star wars day! here is a little piece i wrote in honor of may the fourth! i hope you all enjoy. i love these two a little too much, and it definitely shows. i apologize for the delay in posting my life has been ridiculously busy lately)

one by one.

crimson droplets fell, absorbing the dusty earth as they landed. vibrations sent tremors, the desperate pleas for relief merely drowning as more explosions rattled, the blasts enough to shake you to your very core.

shaking her head, she watched as more drops rained to the rusty surface. all around, everything was tinted a rosy hue.

gritting her teeth, she planted a foot down, propping herself up enough to stay on one knee. she could feel her saber still tucked to her belt, safely holstered. her blaster was gone, but she didn’t need it.

her saber would be enough. that, and the force.

those would have to be enough.

they would have to be.

coughing, the tang of blood laced her tongue she spit out, wiping along her forehead. hmm, no blood there.

so where was it coming from?

mustering up her strength, the zygerrian shakily rose to her feet, curses flowing from her mouth as she finally rose.

what a fucking day.

what. a. fucking. day. this. was.

a metallic scent wafted into her nostrils. ah, so there it was. just along the bridge of her nose was a deep cut, deep enough to need a few stitches.

as it always went, when there was a battle, she was bound to leave with another scar or two.

“general,” a voice shouted, breathy and hoarse, “general, you need to see this.”

“what is it? surely they’re surrendering.”

“no, august. it’s bull.”

“bull?”

“my love, wake up.”

another voice, brassy and oh so familiar, pulled her from the midst of battle, the world around her shifting. it was hazy for a moment, blurry as everything crumbled away, fading to darkness.

blinking, she stirred, eyes locking with hers.

warm, honey-hued eyes, glistening with an abundance of concern.

“m-maul?”

the zabrak nodded, placing a sweet, sleepy kiss on her temple, “you had another nightmare, love.”

pain seared along her forearm, the zygerrian’s breath catching in her throat as she noticed a sliver of blood lazily rolling down, staining the sheets.

“hey,” fingers grasped her chin, tilting her head towards him, “don’t fret. it’ll come out. i’m more concerned about you than a little blood on the sheets.”

“i-it was about that day again,” tears welled up, the words trembling with every inflection and note, “t-the day i failed. the day i became a f-failure.”

“oh my love,” carefully, the zabrak wrapped an arm around the zygerrian, encouraging to prop herself up, “let’s sit up, and i’ll get you cleaned up. all right?”

obeying, she wriggled, leaning against the headboard for support. the pad of his thumb wiped away a tear, the zabrak flashing her a reassuring grin.

gentle hands found her forearm, the proper medicine and wrapping already prepared, “i wanted to remind you that: you are august. you are my wife. you are a leader of the crimson dawn. you are a skilled duelist, an excellent strategist, as well as the strongest woman i have ever met. you are not a failure.”

squeezing her eyes shut, august winced as maul dressed the scratches, carefully glazing the bacta over the wounds, “i lost them, that day. how does one of the strongest jedi generals lose her entire battalion?”

the zabrak’s fingers were steady as he wrapped a dressing around her forearm, “my love, as much as i know you wish to seek out the answer to your inquiry, sometimes the universe is not always kind and gives us tragedies instead of victories. i know i was not there that day, but i can tell you one thing.”

“and what is that?” august’s heart fluttered as maul brought her forearm to his lips, pressing them along the length of the dressing.

“even with everything that you have been through: after losing me once, traveling across the stars and galaxy alone, witnessing friends and family perish, braving horrific injuries, and bracing the worst of storms, your heart is filled to the brim with love and kindness. that is something to be cherished, my shining star. i couldn’t even fathom enduring what you have, and yet, you’re still here. and you’re the most loving individual. be proud of your boundless love.”

as the zabrak finished, he pulled the zygerrian against his chest, holding her tightly. one hand cupped her head, massaging the base of her neck while the other rested along her hip, tracing gentle circles.

nearly collapsing, august melted against him, “you really know how to make everything better.”

“all i want is for you is safety and security,” maul murmured, “safety in my arms, here and always. as for security, i want you to be aware of my love for you. a love so deep and intertwined, i can’t even come up with a quantitive amount.”

“that must be a lot,” a giggle bubbled up in august’s throat, earning a soft chuckle from her lover.

“i would do anything for you, shining star. and i don’t mind staying up and holding you until you fall asleep, as long as you’re peaceful and content. that’s all that matters to me right now.”

“thank you, for helping me get cleaned up,” waves of heat radiated from maul’s chest, the exhaustion settling in as she snuggled closer, “i love you, maul.”

“of course,” the corners of her mouth twitched into a peaceful smile as maul peppered her head, ears, and cheeks with kisses, “get some rest, love. we have lots to do tomorrow.”

“as long as you’re here beside me,” august whispered, feeling fingers lace together with hers, “are you going to protect me from my nightmares?”

“i’ll be right here beside for the rest of our days, and i will do everything in my power to help protect you.”

“promise?” sleep was taking ahold, the word a bit quiet as it came from her lips.

“i promise.” maul’s pinky linked with hers.

as her breathing slowed, the zabrak rested his head on top of hers, murmuring strands of a language he once thought was buried, almost completely forgotten from years of combat training and sith ideologies.

they were sweet nothings really, just reassurances and promises of endless love.

yet, he knew they meant everything to her.

and really, that’s all that mattered.

tonight, and every night to come.

for such a sour man, he was full of sweet nothings when it came to her.

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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

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i think about ahsoka's "she was my friend" line too many times a day

(commission info // tip jar!)

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The fact that I made this profile so I had somewhere to post about Star wars and then never post anything because I get self conscious is killing me so I'll slowly go ahead and drop some art okay thanks bye

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he is too pure for this world

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i think the key difference between george lucas’s star wars and disney’s star wars is that lucas is a man with an ideology. someone with a point of view, and all that entails. which comes with ideas of revolution, anti-imperialism, challenging the status quo, cultural appropriation and racist stereotypes. complex and contradictory ideas because that’s how artists are: complex and complicated people. disney is not. disney is a corporation. a corporation can’t have ideology, because ideology defeats the purpose of profit. and when the only thing you do is to turn on the movie manufacturing machine before you sit down and plan what ideas are you trying to convey to the audience, then your results are going to be washed out corporate garbage. and because when you’re a giant corporation who only cares about selling to the widest audience possible, you can’t take sides. you can’t decide on an idea. because you want to sell your product to people who are on the entire political spectrum. which results in movies without ideology, without purpose, without soul.

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Star Wars Summer Vacation but make it Maul and Savage because they deserve it

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the most fucked up thing ever is being obsessed w ur own oc. why do i have to make content of them why cant they just magically appear on my screen for me to reblog 200 times. fucked up and also evil

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My boys about to drop the sickest album of the century

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罪

This one will be in my new SW artbook, I draw a pair of them, still working on Obiwan's version.

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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

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currently thinking about all of them—

GIVE ME A BRIEF OVERVIEW OF ALL YOUR OCS (PLEASE)

hehehe I WILL RIGHT NOW

so first things first we have:

august juniper moor — my baby. my first star wars oc. she’s a zygerrian set in pre-phantom menace all the way through revenge of the sith & the crimson dawn era. she is widely known as (previously) darth (now just) maul’s lover. she’s endured a lot. she’s been through some shit. she’s very against the jedi order even though she spent years training alongside obi-wan under qui-gon. she lost her eye in a duel with count dooku where he set the ship to explode. she’s a badass & the strongest force user out of my ocs. her kyber crystal was purple and now it’s red. she wields a double-bladed saber, similar to maul’s. she left the jedi order before the events of rots/order 66.

kade kolpall — a nautolan who is also set in the clone wars era. he was 17 in rots and 35 (1 bby). his inspiration comes from bioluminescent fish species so he has a darker grey skin tone with yellow markings. one of them falls over his right eyes and resembles a crescent moon. he’s 6’8” & one big fella who can crush your windpipe with the snap of his finger. his master was kit fisto. (he was sort of a loose canon (he is sort of a parallel to anakin) he then joined the empire and sort of became an inquisitor but also didn’t really fuck with any of them so he just did his own thing and hunted down the jedi. (fuck canon because this is MY star wars lore) he has two lightsabers that were yellow kyber crystals but now they are also red. he met the love of his life on a backwater planet while trying to hunt down remaining jedi/force users.

erena lianoma arballor — my only human so far out of my ocs. she was 14 during rots and then 32 (1 bby). her home planet is alderaan. she’s 5’7”, medium build, with long, thick, black hair that reaches her mid back. she has hazel eyes and freckles. she was a jedi padawan during the events of order 66 but managed to survive and evade death on some backwater planet. she is taken in by a nautolan mechanic by the name of mara and they end up running a shop together. they sort of become sisters but mara has maternal instincts at times. kade initially is the one assigned to find her and kill her since her force signature can be felt by vader & palpatine. the best part is, kade is so awestruck by her beauty he can't kill her.

all of my clone ocs -- the 328th legion featuring commander bull, leo, scorpio, aro, & gunther. there are a few others but i just haven't fleshed them all out quite yet. their armor is navy with powdery blue accents. they are august's boys and she loves them to death.

mara -- my other nautolan oc. she's 22 when she first takes in erena, and i have to really flesh her out as well. she's a mechanic, insanely intelligent, & is overprotective of erena. her markings resemble a koi fish, and she has the warmest amber eyes you've ever seen.

if you have any other questions, feel free to ask hehe! :))

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"Poor thing." (condescending) (flirting)