#darth allures

[beeftendergroin]

obi-wan and his pruny boy

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

It takes DARTH VADER a while to get hard. His dick a mess of psychological wounds and machinery of his own design means you’ll have to warm him up to it. All day you’ve been hinting at what you want through your usual means. He recognizes how you hover around him, and participates in your banter that gradually morphs into flirting—which often looks like you scolding him playfully for saying something dirty under his breath. He gets the picture. After you’ve set the stage, you put on something alluring. Let him feast his eyes on something easily consumable, let his dick fill out in its own time after watching you wear something he likes. Mindfully, you approach him, and touch what you’re allowed to touch. Palms graze down his shoulders, and go for a squeeze of his bicep. You press your chest to his, so he’s given a generous view of your curves swelling in your form-fitting outfit. All of this show is to help him lean into it, let him get used to it. He needs a lot of notice. And if you time it all right, and check all the boxes, you can coax him to attention. Soon, he’ll have you on your back and tailbone hanging over the edge of a surface just so it’s accessible while he stands. Codpiece long since removed, that cock you so lovingly tended to all day takes you apart from the inside.

[macrolit]

NYT: Why Do So Many People Wear All Black?

Article

A reader struggles to see the allure of wearing black clothing. Our fashion critic offers an explanation for its popularity.

By Vanessa Friedman

Sept. 16, 2024

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I don’t understand the perennial appeal of black clothing, which seems ubiquitous. Is it a trend? Is it a statement? Will it ever go away? — Ilse, Washington, D.C.

In August, a middle school in El Paso, Texas, sent out a missive to families announcing that students were no longer allowed to wear black from top to bottom. The thinking was that black was more associated with “depression and mental health issues and/or criminality than with happy and healthy kids ready to learn.”

The decision, not surprisingly, produced such an outcry that it was quickly put on hold to allow for community discussion. And while it does seem somewhat extreme and not entirely realistic, reflecting a very limited understanding of black clothing’s role in the public psyche, it also demonstrates the very real power of wearing all black. More than any other color, it is replete with associations and symbolism, which may mean one thing to a wearer and another to an observer — and which changes depending on the context.

After all, black is the color of witches. Of ninjas. Of rock stars. Of the beats and the Hong Kong protesters. Of Darth Vader, Johnny Cash, Batman, Morticia Addams and Lydia Deetz. It is associated with mystery, mourning, eccentricity and elegance. (Oh, the allure of the little black dress!) Also teenage rebellion and angst.

Fashion people are known to love black, even though Anna Wintour reportedly hates it. Many designers, including Yohji Yamamoto, are partial to it.

Mr. Yamamoto once told The New York Times: “Black is modest and arrogant at the same time. Black is lazy and easy, but mysterious. But above all, black says this: I don’t bother you, don’t bother me.”

I asked Kate Lanphear, the women’s style editor of T magazine and a favorite of street-style photographers thanks to her personal look, which mostly involves black, why she likes it.

“All black quickly became my go-to uniform early in my career for two simple reasons,” she said. “First, it often looks more expensive than it is. This was essential when I was a struggling assistant and couldn’t afford the very best. And second, it’s easy. You could essentially get dressed in the dark.”

This is also what the designer Narciso Rodriguez told me when I asked him. (At the time he was wearing a black T-shirt with black jeans and a black jacket.) “It’s a no-brainer,” he said. “And you always look pulled together.”

You don’t have to worry about clashing patterns, what color goes with what or sticking out like a sore thumb in chartreuse. And precisely because there are so many cultural associations attached to the color black, it comes ready-made with a certain amount of mystery and provocation. Which one is yours?

That can be an advantage, or it can be annoying. It is also why black has been a wardrobe color of choice for so long, and why it is unlikely it will go away as a fashion choice any time soon — or, in fact, ever. (Another reason to wear black is that it’s a pretty good investment.)

Still, if you wear it, you have to be prepared for the reactions it may provoke. Thanks to all of the above, and as that El Paso hoo-ha showed, black may be a basic, but it is rarely neutral.

[rox-and-prose]

I think Sith names were best when they followed that convention where they were derived from words that started with "in." Like (in)Vader or (in)Sidious, I feel these names have a sort of iconic allure. That is why i propose we rename Darth Maul to Darth Sideme

[snapmite1998]

The Lethality of the Dawnbringers

The Dawnbringers are more than just a squadron; they are a highly efficient and lethal force within the ranks of Crimson Dawn's military. Once brothers in arms fighting for the Republic, they now fight under the banner of Darth Maul, serving a darker purpose. Under the leadership of Slick and his second-in-command, Shade, they had honed their skills in unconventional warfare, turning their back on their origins and embracing their new identity with unwavering resolve.

Their armor—repainted in black and red, adorned with fearsome designs and metallic horns—stood as a testament to their newfound allegiance. Each member, once a mere soldier, or rather in their minds, another expendable pawn, in an army of millions, had become a specialist in their field, transforming the squad into a unit of terror and precision.

The Dark Side Reinforcements

Adding to their lethality was the inclusion of several Jedi who had fallen to the dark side, now serving as part of the Dawn. These Force users, corrupted by the allure of power and freedom from the Jedi Code, brought an added element of fear to the battlefield. Their lightsabers hummed with crimson fury, cutting through the chaos with deadly finesse.

The presence of dark Jedi within their ranks was both a boon and a potential source of conflict. They wielded immense power, but their unpredictability and ambition often clashed with the disciplined approach of the former clones.

The Conflict

In the heat of battle, power struggles were not uncommon—a clash of wills within the dark ranks. One such moment arose when a particularly ambitious dark Jedi, hungry for greater control, attempted to assert dominance over the Dawnbringers. His name was Aldorin, a former Jedi Knight turned dark acolyte, known for his volatile nature and insatiable thirst for power.

As the Dawnbringers held their ground in a strategic position, Aldorin approached the squad with a malicious intent. His eyes glimmered with dark energy as he attempted to subdue them through sheer force of will, the air crackling with tension.

"You will serve me, or you will perish," Aldorin declared, reaching out with the Force in an attempt to bend them to his will.

Slick's Defiance

But Slick, the seasoned leader of the Dawnbringers, would not be easily cowed. He had faced betrayal before, and his resolve had only been strengthened by every challenge he’d overcome. His brothers looked to him now, trusting in his leadership and determination.

With a swift motion, Slick drew his blaster, his aim steady and unflinching. In a single decisive action, he fired, sending a bolt of energy straight through Aldorin’s chest. The dark Jedi’s expression shifted from arrogance to shock as he crumpled to the ground, his crimson lightsaber clattering uselessly beside him.

Slick stepped forward, staring down at the fallen figure with unyielding intensity. "We serve Lord Maul and his cause, not your ambition," he declared, bending down to retrieve the fallen lightsaber—a trophy of his victory and a symbol that no one, not even a force user, could dictate the fate of the Dawnbringers.

The Aftermath

The squad, emboldened by their leader’s bravery, regrouped, ready to face whatever came next. The acquisition of the crimson lightsaber served as a potent reminder of their independence and strength. The Dawnbringers were not just tools of destruction; they were an unstoppable force of allegiance to their own ideals and their leader’s vision.

With the battle still raging around them, they pressed onward, their lethal efficiency on full display. Together, they carved a path through the chaos, their reputation growing with each successful engagement.

The galaxy would come to know them not only as warriors but as a squad unmatched in both loyalty and lethality—a dark mirror of the soldiers they once were, now a harbinger of doom under the emblem of Crimson Dawn.

[pleasurereimagined]

Masked Figures: A Thief in The Night or a Secret Fantasy?

Whether it is the highwayman stealing the maiden from her carriage, being f*cked by Ghostface, or having a liaison with the sultry woman at a masquerade, masks hold an undeniable allure that many cannot get enough of. Today, we swoon over the phantom of the opera on stage and get turned on by masked camgirls. Characters from the Lone Ranger to Zorro to Darth Vader to Jason Voorhees have captivated generations and led to more than a few steamy fan fictions and fantasies. So, why are masked figures so irresistibly sexy? 

History of “Masks” 

Masks have a complex cultural history and have played a role in entertainment and tradition worldwide for thousands of years. In many cases, they held no sensual element or meaning. But, in others, they are a means of debut or fertility rituals. In the traditions of the Pende people of the Democratic Republic of Congo, a young person (primarily a boy) wears a mask when introduced as an adult to their tribe. 

In Ancient Greece, masks were associated with the god of love and sex, Eros. This is due to the initial concealment of his identity with his lover, Psyche, even though a physical mask was not used. Ancient Greeks also used masks to worship Dionysus, who was the god of fecundity. Dionysus was related to “Bacchanalia” which often involved women having orgies and giving in to foreign ecstasies like violence and intoxication. However, the modern understanding of this Bacchic frenzies formed in the Renaissance, based on accounts of an Ancient Roman cult. 

Masquerade balls also became popular in Europe with masks that only covered the eyes becoming popular and providing some limited anonymity to dance partners and lovers. These masks did sometimes take on a more amorous connotation because they were based largely on lascivious theatre characters. Masquerade balls also allowed people to explore their gender expression and sexuality more safely and acceptably. 

Mardi Gras—North America’s largest masked festival—combines European and African masking traditions to create a final theatrical and indulgent festival before Lent begins. 

Superheroes vs. Villains 

A modern-day example of our obsession with masked figures comes in the form of superheroes and villains. Superhero movies often gross over one billion dollars per year in the United States and Canada. Superheroes take on a mythic-like quality that often reflects the current society and morals—offering escapism rooted in reality and providing an optimistic outcome (most of the time). Heroes are usually exceptionally physically fit and have love interests woven into their stories. Their disguises frequently play into this—allowing superheroes like Superman and Spiderman to project more confidence and sexual prowess than when out of their superhero persona. This is easily projected onto the real-life desires and romances of the typical person. 

Even more sexy and alluring than superheroes? Supervillains. This is not a coincidence. While writers of comics and movies may want to make the villain somewhat sexy or charismatic, a bad man with a mask is nearly always more erotically intriguing. Modern-day villains often have some level of sympathy built into their character: a tragic backstory, intelligence, or unfair persecution. It doesn’t fully redeem them, but it complicates their character and prevents them from being viewed as wholly evil. 

Not to mention, villains are dominant. Maybe they tie up their victim? Perhaps they admit their sexual attraction to a hostage? This triggers the sexy sense of the forbidden that is irresistible and potentially not attainable in real life. 

 

So…Why Is It So Hot? 

Masks—a trademark of the good guys and the bad guys—unequivocally get us quivering.  Is it the masks, or something else? The masks cannot get all of the credit, but they certainly contribute. The deeper psychology comes down to the anonymity a mask gives someone and the freedom, created power dynamics, and ability to be revealed that comes with it. Below is a deep dive into the psychology behind why masked figures turn us on. 

Fear & Arousal 

Fear and arousal—while usually experienced in totally separate contexts—are related emotions. This is because they are both reactions to physiological stimuli. They share similar reactions: an increase in heart rate, elevated blood pressure, and the release of adrenaline. Sometimes, the body gets confused, or genital arousal occurs despite a person not feeling turned on emotionally. 

Fear can become a kink, essentially. People crave feeling scared because it feels so similar to arousal, or can even cause arousal. Masked figures can bring on a fearful response: Ghostface, a kidnapper, or an unknown figure coming your way in the dark. Along with this fear though, can come an attractive dose of the unknown which makes the figures intriguing, and sometimes sexy. 

A more literal way to interpret the allure of masked figures is through roleplaying. Roleplaying is a form of sexual play that involves the partner(s) taking on different roles and acting out a specific scenario. This can be everything from a taboo relationship like teacher and student to something more startling like a kidnapper and their victim. Masks can come in handy for setting the mood and acting out the character. 

Anonymous Sex 

Harkening back to the masquerade balls of Europe, the magnetism of anonymity is perfect for those who like anonymous sex. Plus, it gives a sense of plausible deniability, you don’t know who you are having sex with so there are no strings attached. Of course, the sex may not be truly or fully anonymous, but it gives each participant the freedom to use their imagination. 

In the past, societal expectations and standards made anonymous sex interesting and exciting. You may be able to fuck someone that would otherwise not be available or viable. While a lot has changed, this can still factor into why anonymous sex and masked figures are attractive to people regardless of race, class, or gender. 

Confidence 

As mentioned with the socially awkward superheroes above, masks can give the wearer more confidence than they may exude in their everyday life. This can make them more attractive, or seem more attractive. For their partner, it can allow them to have the best of both worlds. They get nerdy, sweet Clark Kent and hunky Superman. Even if you know the person behind the mask, the mask can bring out a completely different personality—in both reality and perception.

Wearing a mask can also make a person nervous about sex feel more at ease. If they do not feel fully like themselves, they may be able to let go of some of their insecurities and hesitations. 

Deeper Trust

Often in stories of masked figures, they take off their mask and reveal their true identity. Not only can this make them even more sexy by revealing a grain of vulnerability, but it shows a deep trust between the mask-wearer and the person they choose to take it off for. 

Sex is already an act that requires a certain amount of trust and vulnerability. Therefore, the taking off of the mask can deepen this experience and the trust between the participants. 

Indulge in Masked Seduction This Halloween 

Halloween is the perfect time to try out masks in the bedroom. Whether you’re into Slenderman, Hannibal Lecter, or Deadpool, Halloween lets you and your partner take on a temporary identity inside and outside of the bedroom. Plus, the masks do not have to stay on during the entirety of sex (unless you want them to). So, if you or your partner turns out not to be into it, you can take the masks off without totally losing the mood. 

Spooky Vibes to Get You in the Mood 

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[terriblyrenderedenigma]

Darth maul be upon ye, the long awaited (probably) Part 2

FINALLY I return to finish my thoughts about the homie maul. Who knows if my writing can all fit, I don't even know the tumblr rules for writing lmao. So this is gonna be like Maul's loving style, and shit like. Mmm. Aat least how I think about it. Enjoy lmao. Part 2 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)

"I'm frustrated that my words cannot accurately describe your allure, the feeling of power that rolls off you in the same way waves crash against a shore, the way… just the way you live and breathe! It's as if the entire universe was meant to bow at your feet and sing your praises. At the end of time, if no soul takes your side, I will. Know even in your darkest nights and bleakest days that among the stars, there is a heart that beats for you and all you are. No matter what atrocity you claim to be. You told me you were a monster when we first met. Maybe I still need to see it. You still need to show me… Perhaps I'm a fool, letting my heart bleed for you. But even then in the scourge of your wrath, I would be there to wipe the sweat from your brow in the midst of your misdeeds to the galaxy." -Another bit of a letter about homie Maul. Love writing about this bitch.

Okay so Maul is the KING of slow burn. No fuckin doubt about it. Wanna know why? Trust. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship to Maul. He has to trust you, he has to know you aren't selling him out to his enemies. Because maker knows he's probably got a ton of 'em. The Jedi are on his ass, fuckin Palpatine, I mean, you try trusting someone in a galaxy against you huh? It takes him a while to trust you, and then some extra time to warm up on loving you. You probably won't even notice when he starts liking you because at most he'll probably not be so harsh with you. Maybe he'll use less insults, or won't glare so much at you, but he will definitely hide it behind some 'you are the only one who has not tested my ire' type shit. I mean he's so emotionally constipated he probably won't even know what he's feeling when he's around you and will try to beat his feelings out of his system by training or meditating. SO I take a pinch of my previous statement back. I have a feeling this guy is hostile (or at least passive aggressive) to everyone at first no matter what the circumstance. So, Enemies to lovers slow burn king. (which is Ironic because I am not good at slow burn skjhdlskj) When he FINALLY gets over his emotional constipation and gets a brick to the face with realization that he is crushing and crushing HARD, he is going to slowly start courting you. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry but he's a total fucking loser when it comes to romance and it shows. Like his anger may fuel up around you again because he doesn't know how to talk to you, what to talk to you about, or how to get closer to you without seeming weak or you know...anything like that. But like, the efforts he does make are so pathetically obvious and strangely out of character for him (and objectively, it's kind of cute watching him stumble over himself) you can't help but be swayed by his...'seduction tactics.' But YOU. You have to be the one to ask him on a date. Because he's just. He's too prideful okay? Stooping to such LOWS like...Affection. He grows out of that, don't worry. But like when you do ask him he's fucking floored. Almost literally. He has to keep himself calm and not trip over his word's and he's like "okay, let me choose an adequate location for us to be alone so that it doesn't seem like I'm showing any kind of weakness" Or something along those lines. He might accidentally insult you but please be patient he is legit trying his best. Outside of that when you finally have him wifed up (/hj) he is still awkward, new to this but trying his best. Don't expect him to be affectionate anywhere outside of his bedroom until he's comfortable with showing off you or this 'new side' to anyone. It doesn't mean he spends no time with you otherwise, it means his affections will be reserved to hushed whispers and small favors. Perhaps this manifests through seeking you out in the corridors, or providing you with little gifts that would appear meaningless to anybody else. It may take a while for his affections to become grander in the open, but one day it would happen. Unless you tried to force it out of him before he was ready then you're probably gone. He would make a laughing stock out of anyone who claimed affections for another were foolish and made him weak. NO. Hell no. He's soft for you but he can still kick ass. Obviously. I'm sure he would be rather possessive, I just know he would fear losing you. He absolutely uses that as a reason to usually be touching you in some way. Pinky fingers linked, his foot nudging yours, etc. He doesn't want to wake up and find you gone, find that all of this was for naught and dreams and peace really don't exist for him. He would spend as much time as he could learning everything about you. He would be so fucking devoted to you it would make your head spin. He'd know your favorite color, flower, time of day, place to be, things to eat, and he'd keep everything you didn't like away from you. To the best of his ability at least.

Went a little hard with this one, stuffed it full with as many words as I could lol. Hope you enjoyed. Spice may be available later upon request, here's the first part.

Until next time!

Ciao~ -Enigma

[lionhuss]

The Dark Allure: Why We Love Cinema's Most Infamous Villains

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[solwrites]

The Aching Rift: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Anakin Skywalker stood on the precipice of darkness, torn between his duty to the Jedi Order and his intense love for you. Your love was a forbidden flame, concealed beneath layers of secrecy and danger.

Anakin, once a hopeful and spirited hero, now battled a tempest of conflicting emotions. The burden of prophecy weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the ominous whispers of the dark side echoed in his mind. But even amidst the chaos, your presence provided solace—a beacon of light in the encroaching shadows.

The love bloomed discreetly, like a fragile flower in the midst of a war-torn galaxy. In stolen moments, you and Anakin would meet in hidden corners, hearts intertwined in a bond that defied the laws of the Jedi Order. The stolen conversations and stolen kisses carried a bittersweet intensity, knowing that the very essence of their love could spell their downfall.

As the Clone Wars raged on, Anakin's inner turmoil grew. The visions of his beloved mother's death haunted him, filling him with a relentless desire to protect those he cared for. And in you, he found someone worth fighting for, someone worth crossing the line for.

But the dark side, like a seductive siren, called out to Anakin, promising power and control. You watched with a heavy heart as your love began to slip away, consumed by a growing anger and frustration. You pleaded with him, reminding him of the Jedi way, of the love they had nurtured in secret. But the allure of the dark side proved too strong, and Anakin's resolve began to crumble.

In a cataclysmic clash, you and Anakin faced each other on opposing sides. The Jedi and the Sith, once intertwined in love, now faced each other as adversaries. Your heart shattered as you witnessed the transformation of the man you loved into Darth Vader, a symbol of fear and destruction.

The Battle of Mustafar marked the final descent into darkness. Anakin, now consumed by the power of the Sith, lashed out with anger and brutality. You, battered and broken, fought with every ounce of your strength, hoping to save the man you once knew. But destiny had already been written, and their love was crushed under the weight of betrayal and despair.

In the aftermath of the battle, you were left alone, heart aching with a grief that consumed you. Anakin's fall had plunged the galaxy into darkness, and you wandered through the ruins of your love, haunted by memories of what once was.

Years passed, and you carried the weight of your love's demise, forever haunted by the face of Darth Vader. The galaxy mourned the loss of Anakin Skywalker, while you mourned the loss of the love you shared—a love that was drowned in the depths of darkness.

Yet, amidst the heartbreak, a faint glimmer of hope remained. You vowed to honor the memory of the man you loved, to carry his essence within you and fight for the light he once embodied. And so, with a heavy heart, you pressed forward, a broken soul in a galaxy forever scarred by the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker.

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This was written by ChatGPT, under the prompt ‘please write me an anakin skywalker x reader fanficiton with a heartbreaking tone’.

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grief

── ⠀⠀@misfittcd

⠀⠀[ ⠀⠀ FROM single-word headcanon prompts⠀⠀]

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DOOKU HAS HAD TO GRIEVE the loss of himself to the DARK SIDE ever since he was a CHILD. When Dooku was naught but a young PADAWAN LEARNER struggling to find his footing amidst the shadow of MASTER YODA, his childhood best friend SIFO-DYAS confided in him regarding the TERRIBLE FATE that he foresaw in Dooku’s future.

Sifo-Dyas’s haunted hues flickered up towards his brother in all but blood, resembling in that moment not a youth just beginning to blossom into his full potential — but rather, an ancient oracle of eldritch design. Eternal GRIEF was etched into the boy’s features, his shoulders sagging under the weight of horrible ANGUISH. The burden of witnessing the future as if it has already come to pass was a mighty burden to bear indeed, Dooku mused, his heart clenching at the thought of Sifo-Dyas suffering such a dreadful experience. Intimate knowledge of history yet to be made is not for the faint of heart, and to Dooku, Sifo-Dyas has proven his bravery time and time again through enduring this TRIAL BY FIRE every single day. ⠀⠀Dooku leaned forward, ENTRANCED by the dangerous promise of PROPHECY. “Tell me,” he implored, his voice as soft as the breeze that presently ruffles his hair and the leaves of the Great Tree. “What is it that troubles you?” Unblinking, Sifo-Dyas gazed upon him. The silence stretched on for an ETERNITY, and Dooku found himself growing increasingly unsettled. ⠀Finally, Sifo-Dyas spoke. “Dooku,” Even the manner in which his name was uttered was a CONDEMNATION. Dooku cannot help but flinch, rendered privy as he was to the peculiar sensation of a thousand knives piercing his heart at once. “You are going to be terrible.” Dooku’s heart dropped into his stomach, dragged down by the merciless DREAD which now settled within his bones. Despite his best efforts to resist the allure of foresight, Dooku was nevertheless MESMERIZED by Sifo-Dyas’s whispers of the future. He listened to his friend with wide eyes and parted lips, a mighty HURRICANE of emotions gaining strength with each word spoken. BOYHOOD is so very peculiar when one is doomed to become a MONSTER. —⠀⠀A MEMORY FOREVER ETCHED WITHIN DOOKU’S TORTURED MIND.

ALTHOUGH SUCH MORBID observations were kept entirely to himself and never divulged to his best friend, it was a commonplace tragedy for Sifo-Dyas to meet Dooku’s hazel hues — and witness instead DARTH TYRANUS glaring back at him from the annuls of a future unwritten.

⠀⠀DOOKU, MEANWHILE, BEGAN TO discover the DANGERS that lurked within PROPHECY. DEVASTATED by this mighty blow upon his soul, he sought some semblance of deceptive comfort in grieving preemptively what could have been. Sifo-Dyas’s condemnation lingered beneath the surface of the façade donned by the finest swordsman to ever grace the ranks of the Jedi Order, consuming him from within as he sought the comfort of vehement DENIAL amidst his day to day endeavors. Dooku operated under the DEADLY ASSUMPTION that he would be able to OUTSMART THE DARKNESS when the Sith sought to approach him at last, erroneously believing that he was capable of unlocking their knowledge without succumbing to the darkness himself.

⠀⠀However, the SITH DEAL IN ABSOLUTES. One cannot learn their ways without embracing such practices in their ENTIRETY, for the Sith are EXPERTS at bringing new souls into their ranks. Despite the prior knowledge that Dooku possessed regarding his fall, he remained OBLIVIOUS while Sidious sunk poison-soaked claws into his troubled heart and transformed him into the grotesque creature called DARTH TYRANUS. Only upon the demise of MASTER YADDLE did Dooku realize that Sidious succeeded in his sinister quest for CORRUPTION; however, IT WAS TOO LATE. Dooku was FOREVER TRAPPED within the dictatorial grasp of darkness, and there was no escape. Sifo-Dyas’s prophecy came true.

[niffala]

Xanax & Things That go Bump in the Night (Pt. 2)

Warnings: a little angsty, a little sexy

A/N: Takes place fall of ‘86. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Chapter 2

Steve gaped at the haunting figure with wide startled eyes. Unsure of what he should do, or if this was even really happening.

In a blur, a pale hand reached out to close his mouth. Easily sliding past Steve, the other man strutted through the small apartment. Checking out his new surroundings before turning back to the transfixed brunette.

"What's wrong, Harrington? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Brows drawn together, Steve slowly shut the door, "No. I um…" His head whipped around in alarm, "WAIT, AM I?"

Eddie threw his arms out in front of him, wiggling his fingers as he moved closer, “Whoo-oo-oo-oo…” Once nose to nose, he captured Steve’s hand in his own, resting the other on his waist. He began swaying to a tune only he could hear. “What's the verdict, am I alive?”

“But, but I saw your body, you were dead. You died!” 

Eddie shrugged, “Temporarily. Woke up to a whole new me.” He slid his hand to Steve's back, pulling him tighter. Enjoying the feel of the man's body heat. 

“How are you here?” Steve whispered, his gaze shifting to their interlocked fingers. He could definitely feel the pressure of the other hand, and the chill. He doesn’t think his brain could make that up.

“Got pretty lonely down there with only screeching beasts and a veiny psychopath to keep me company. Guy’s like the love child of Darth Vader and Freddy Kruger,” Eddie shudders. “The weather also left a lot to be desired. I desperately needed a change of scenery and someone to talk to, so I flew out to find you, big boy.”

Steve’s face scrunched up as a thought occurred to him. “You’re what's been following me! Why did you wait so long to say something? I thought the worst.”

“I had to be sure I was in control.” The darker haired man let the weight of his words linger for a moment. “I called out to you several times, but you ignored me. Hurt my lil feelings.”

Steve pulled out of Eddie's embrace, heading for the telephone. "I have to tell the others."

He caught Steve's hand before he could pick up the receiver. "Not tonight. Let's keep it just you and me for now. What do ya say?" 

Eddie could hear the startled man's heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest. Unable to help himself, he buried his nose into Steve's neck, inhaling deeply.

Steve nervously backed away, scratching his cheek. Once again questioning his own sanity.

"You've never been scared of me before Harrington, don't start now."

"I- I'm not. This is just…" he swallowed. "A lot. It's a lot." Steve took a few more steps into the kitchen, opening cupboards and the fridge. He intended to offer a snack or beverage, but admitted the choices were limited to poptarts and tap water.

Eddie chuckled at the attempt at being a good host. "Sorry, that shit isn't in my approved diet anymore."

"Then what is?"

The pale guest smiled, showing off his prominent fangs. "Thought it was obvious; special liquid diet."

Steve's face fell, "Are you here to kill me?"

"Never. I wouldn't hurt you. I just missed you is all. Hoping you missed me too."

"Ya, I- I- I did. You made quite the impression on me. With your," he gestured to all of Eddie. "And your," he made another gesture Eddie couldn't interpret. "And just being you."

"Wow, Harrington, now I know how you got that King Steve playboy rep. With these eloquently honeyed words coming out of that pretty mouth, who could resist your charm." Eddie moves in again, placing both hands on the former jock's chest.

Steve blushes. Eddie has always been intense, unapologetically in your face, but this was different. The air around him was different, alluring, pulling him in. 

"Lucky for you, I have no intention of resisting you." Eddie paused, waiting for him to make the next move. 

The ticking of the wall clock and Steve's breathing were amplified in the quiet room. A pair of trembling arms wrapped around Eddie. Followed by lips nearing his own.

Suddenly, car lights shone through the window, reflecting off Eddie's eyes. Vickie was dropping Robin at home. 

Before his roommate could open the door, the man in his arms seemingly disappeared. Leaving Steve to wonder if it was all in his head.

Chapter 3 (coming soon)

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

Fuck it. Woe, Darth Maul be upon ye-

Rant about loving maul hours, taken from a sexy man tourney between friends. I got a little deep with it but the man deserves so much, he's seen so much shit bro. Anyways. Eat up fellow maul stans. Part 1 of 2 (I wrote a lot) Warnings: None. (I think)

''I find you as transfixing as the stars and as alluring as a song and oh how sad it is that I cannot bring myself to feel worthy of ever being in such a presence that is so perfectly yours. I'm not worthy of it, not worthy of you. Not worthy of your gaze. Not worthy of your time, or heart, or to exist near you. You are too perfect for someone like me. Too perfect for my pathetic breath to be wasted upon you and yet I cannot help but mourn what could be. What could be if I was yours. If I were good enough, if I could please you. It's all I want, but I know I'm not enough. I never would be, never will. But still I think about your grin, in all its malicious intent and all meanings between. I can only hope on day you will smile at me, endearingly as if I've spoken something amusing, or done something that entertains you. I think about the touch of your palm within mine and dream of its warmth and the chance to trace the beautiful darkened lines that adorn your flesh. I imagine the chance of you loving me. And as soon as I catch myself I reel. There's no way you would take someone like me to be at your side. So insignificant and imperfect. I watch you from afar and daydream guiltily. How foolish of someone like me to admire someone like you so strongly...'' -Part of a love letter to Maul I have been unexpectedly caught in a snare. Fallen into a trap so intricately woven that even the most genius of men and hunters elite would never have seen coming. Love. Love, my enemy. Love, my friend. I cannot tell between the two which this may be. Perhaps both. Darth Maul is a dangerous man. A slave to the darkness, a servant to a faithless master. He could tear my heart from my chest without a second thought and yet I feel like deep in his own being he would feel regret for it. Survival in the universe is harsh. The dark and the light fight for dominance, for victory, every second among the stars. He has lived and breathed hatred. Survived on rage alone for years and years. It's the only thing he knows It's the only thing he has been allowed to know. The universe has not been kind to him, and every step of progress he takes is eventually uprooted. For every one of his wins, he faces a loss far more extreme. Truly, I feel like he is a man with a hidden gentleness that must be nurtured back to life. What family he did have, he loved until they were ripped away from him by the cruelty of fate. Though he is harsh and such a thing seems foreign or trivial to him, his affections manifest through loyalty and trust. He is careful to guard himself, so maybe he just needs someone to break down his walls, help his heart heal from the transgressions of fate against him, show him that there's more to life than the darkness he drowns himself in. He needs someone he knows won't turn their back to him, someone he can trust with his life. I don't want to change him, I just want to be someone he can be vulnerable with because goddamn does he deserve it. There's no way you can be strong and hardened for your entire life without needing some kind of a break. Regardless of all that, Maul Is a man who's loyal. Cunning, almost genius. Yeah. He's mean, rough around the edges, but he's capable and gets things done. When he has a vision he sticks to it and takes charge. He never ever lets his anger take ahold of him, he doesn't let it ruin his plans. He will execute every step of his life with deadly precision, and quickly deals with anything in his supervision that may be running astray. He's snarky and speaks his mind with no fear of consequence. Even then, every move he makes is calculated perfection. He has a respect for women even if they're an enemy to him. Anyways, say we get this man a little therapy, say we do get him to be gentle and vulnerable around a close friend, or at the very most, a lover...What next? To Be Continued... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Damn you tumblr text limit.

Part two will be shorter, a short description of the kind of lover maul is, at least romantically. If spice is demanded, I shall produce results.

See yall in like ten minutes with the last little bit.

Ciao~ -Enigma

[saberlightaus]

Star Wars Darth Maul Lightsaber: Perfect Choice For Best Experience

Within the expansive galaxy of Star Wars, scarce are the implements that evoke such wonder and admiration as the lightsaber. Amidst this array of revered weapons, one emerges for its singular design and formidable prowess: Darth Maul's saber, lauded for its paired-blade arrangement.

Darth Maul, the enigmatic Sith Lord introduced in Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace, wielded a saber unlike any other seen before. With its twin scarlet blades extending from opposing ends of the hilt, Maul's dual saber swiftly became an icon, embodying the might and menace of the dark side.

For aficionados and collectors alike, acquiring an authentic reproduction of Darth Maul double lightsaber surpasses mere homage to the character; it signifies an appreciation for the innovation and artistry within the Star Wars universe. These carefully crafted replicas faithfully capture the intricate design of Maul's weapon, from the sleek lines of the hilt to the ominous radiance of the crimson blades.

Star Wars Darth Maul Lightsaber

What sets Star Wars Darth Maul lightsaber apart is its unique dual-blade arrangement, enabling a distinct combat style that seamlessly blends grace with lethality. With two blades at his disposal, Maul could overwhelm foes with swift, precise strikes, establishing himself as a formidable adversary in lightsaber combat.

Yet, the allure of Darth Maul's saber extends beyond its functionality; it represents a pivotal moment in Star Wars lore. The introduction of Maul and his double saber in The Phantom Menace left an indelible mark on fans, forever reshaping perceptions of the lightsaber's capabilities.

Whether proudly exhibited on a shelf or wielded in lightsaber duels during cosplay events, Darth Maul's saber continues to captivate and inspire enthusiasts across the galaxy. It serves as a tangible reminder of Star Wars' enduring legacy and the lasting impact of its iconic characters and weaponry.

In a universe brimming with heroes and villains, Darth Maul's saber stands as a potent symbol of power, ambition, and the irresistible allure of the dark side. To all who seek mastery of the Sith and remain steadfast fans of Star Wars, may the Force guide you as you unleash the wrath of Star Wars Darth Maul lightsaber and honor the Sith legacy.

[kemendin]

Some Favourite Fic Lines

Because the subject came up earlier, and why not? A non-exhaustive assortment of SWTOR fic lines I’ve written which I’m still incredibly delighted with, for various reasons (last one implied nsfw):

There’s an allure in the way Scourge seems to taste each word as he utters it, the sounds precise yet just alien enough to catch the listener off guard.

And so he’d stood there, in the endless, unbearable quiet, with a dusty box clutched to his chest, and drowned in the slow agony of what might have been.

“I should never have let you board Marr’s ship on your own! I should have gone with you, and protected you, and ripped Vitiate from the Eternal Throne with my bare hands! I would have killed him then and there, and his children as well, and then none of this would have happened -”

It’s as though Scourge is finally, fully existing in this galaxy again - no longer a statue locked in time and purpose, but alive and bright and burning.

“I have no need for dreams, Jedi. I have you.”

It is both his pride and his penance, to bear witness to Khel Sutek’s fall.

“At this point, my lord, I wouldn’t be entirely averse. It would save us both a great deal of embarrassment.”

One day he’d looked with dull eyes at the half-formed reflection shuddering nebulously across the dark metal of his cell, and seen the embodiment of his own contempt.

“I spent far too long searching for you to let you slip away when you’re finally here. And I’m not going to be coy about that, not after what it’s cost me.”

“I find I’m very eager for you to remind me, my lord, of how beautiful you look - when you’re on your knees.”

He is tasting what the light has to offer, and though he knows he will never find rest in its touch, for a little while he can find peace.

“Not every monument has to be built in the name of war, Scourge. Peace… is its own kind of triumph.”

“I believe the Imperial Reclamation Service handles digging up lost causes, perhaps you should ask them.”

Now hordes of enemies were boarding every level of Darth Marr’s ship, attacking every critical area, and Malavai had never felt so small and afraid as he did now, sprinting through scarlet screams of system alarms as the ship’s cacophonous contortions shuddered through his very bones.

He already knows their shallow fall along the back of the Sith’s neck, and the deeper progression from Scourge’s throat down through the centre of his vast chest; how they seem to split open the broad curve of his shoulders, sharpen his elbows, accentuate his ribs. 

“And here I thought you might have gone soft on me, Jedi. I always believed you had some Sith in you.”

He’s looking at a Scourge divested of all armour and weapons, exposed in every way, and yet the Sith still appears so powerful - his scarlet skin slick with sweat, his muscles taut with readiness, his face etched with the primal need to take, to possess, to claim.

[ao3feed-obikin]

Sith Seduction.

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49921522 by SithSorceress Anakin Skywalker a newly Jedi Knight and Obi-Wan Kenobi a Jedi Master, known for their dedication to the principles of the Force and their close relationship. However, take a tragic turn when they found themselves entangled in a forbidden love that defied the Jedi Code. Their romance, born out of genuine affection, led them down a perilous path towards the dark side of the Force. As their love deepened, they struggled to reconcile their emotions with their Jedi duties, ultimately succumbing to the allure of the dark side. Words: 1978, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano, BB-8 (Star Wars), Satine Kryze, CC-2224 | Cody, Qui-Gon Jinn Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Vader Additional Tags: Suitless Darth Vader, Power Dynamics, Smut, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, They might switch but that’s if Anakin agrees, Semi-Public Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan has a daughter, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Pining, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan might have suicidal thoughts, Summary might change a couple times until I get it right, Added Tags, Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker Are Not Together read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49921522