#darthomir

[quietscrappy]

Darth Maul

[goku20193]

#Darthomir #BD1 #Bogano #ElizabethGrullon #WallRun #CameronMonaghan #ImperialWalkers #ForrestWhitaker #Inquisitors #StarWars #JBBlanc #JediFallenOrder #NinthSister #SawGerrera #TheForce #Playstation5 #GreezDritus #ForceAbilities #ScottLawrence #DeeBradleyBaker #DanielRoebuck #CereJunda #Zeffo #DebraWilson #MistyLee #Prauf #LucasArts #CalKestis #TrillaSuduri #JaroTapal https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5jl-3Segbi4MtTSusBaVAK6ULkTen8mQHDtk0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Ok so the night sisters are there.

Darthomir is the looming planet Thrawn chooses to land in.

There's a zombie army

But Dave, I only want to know one thing.

Will you or will you not get Sam Witwer to be Maul again or literally another zabarak cause like I need to see him in live action 😩

[anjels001]

Jedi Padawan Mc

☄ Jedi Padawan Mc, summoned by Barbatos from the future in a very distant galaxy. ☄ MC is a descendant of Lilith as in cannon, but for some reason Barbatos was unable, for a few millennia, to locate MC's lineage so he could later discover its location ☄ MC is Master Mace's padawan, his second padawan, because the force had said he was supposed to be her master after Depa. ☄ Yes, the force exists in this reality, in fact god and the angels would be a version of the Ones, based on the darthomir myth of the father, daughter and son, with god being the "father" and the daughter being the angels and the son the "demon" king who created the others. ☄ Barbatos is the only one who knows that MC is from the future and from a distant galaxy, he asks her not to reveal her origins due to ancient laws ☄ Barb couldn't change time, but without MC, Diavolo's project would go down the drain ☄ Mc is seen as a Gray Jedi by the order ☄ Mc kept her crystal in a hidden bag that stays stuck to her body 24/7, she hid the body of her saber so that mammon doesn't steal it. ☄ Mc is still seen as a human without magic, however later she presents herself to each of her brothers, after the pact ordering secrecy, that she has "psychic" powers ☄ The brothers believe that she was raised within an Order of traditionalist Monks, monks who had no contact with the outside world and that's why Mc didn't know pop culture things from the human world, Levi took it personally when he discovered that mc didn't know what a telephone was.. ☄ Mc is super intelligent and hardworking due to the teachings of the order, she is also very diplomatic ☄ Form VI, Niman is the formation that mc chose to specialize in, sometimes she sparring with Bel, after making the pact with Bel, in the forest near the house of lamentations, using bleeding bamboo swords (a demonic version of a banbu) ☄ Mc has 2 lightsabers and a shoto, gifts from her own strength that she received on a mission after losing the previous one.

[marietheran]

I watched ep. 1 of Ahsoka today and well... I'm disappointed.

Looks like Disney Star Wars returned to its finicky gimmick with "maps" supposed to lead the protagonists to certain other characters. No explanation for why this map even exists so far (though, I know, it's episode 1).

Sabine behaves like an irresponsible teenager.

Comedy clichés ("And now Sabine Wren shall make a speech" - looks backwards - her place is empty) that do not fit in a serious show. <<< see above point

Also too much. things that weird me out. force temples. witches of darthomir. Mortis-arc-related imagery. this is possibly (and I'm not completely sure) standard star wars fare but I will complain.

[gloria-van-puncake]

So, get your ass to Darthomir, Eli.

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places 🎶

[darthofe]

The contrast of a space faring race like those from darthomir who willingly choose not to if they can help it.

[behindthenerd11]

Darth Maul Son of Darthomir CGC 9.6

[thejedifairy]

Savage x fem Reader - Visions

The cool breeze of the night swept its way through the grand manor house which Maul now claimed ownership of. Carved within the mountain, surrounded by thick forest. The golden waterfalls were thunderous, drowning out any sound that came from the mountain. Its spectacular view distracted the prying eyes who dared wandered where they shouldn’t. The thin red silk that hung from the sculpted archways swayed gently with the cool breeze, it slowly engulfed the large room, creeping up the ornate legs of the low set bed, swirling its way around the sleeping pair.

The yellow and browned skinned night brother body did not pay any heed to the drop in temperature. His red homeworld: Darthomir was embraced by the bitter cold each time darkness fell on the planet. He and his brothers were accompanied each night by the heat of the roaring fire giving them the little comfort that was so often denied by both planet and their female counterparts. 

While his companion, who was much more sensitive to the shift in climate also made no fuss about the temperature. For her body was already drenched in sweat as if she had run miles under the blazing twin suns of Tatooine. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheets, tugging harshly on the thick fabric, toes curled as she dragged her feet up the bed only to straighten them out once again. Her back arched off the bed so slowly before she had no choice but to collapse back down on the firm mattress. Her head twisted side to side so fervently that had anyone been watching would fear her neck would snap. Soft “No’s” and whimpers left her chapped lips. Her mind fought for control of her senses trying to decipher what was real and what wasn't. 

The presence of the cosmic power of the force offered her a sight, one she did not think could ever come to pass nor ever want to witness. The death of her mate. The cloaked figure standing proud, watching his form slump to the floor, a blur of red appeared to his side and with the cry of rage that rang from the vision she too awoke with a scream of terror.

The large Zabarak tore from his bed, igniting his dual-wielding lightsaber; with a deep throated growl he scoured the room, his head snapping in every direction, his adrenaline wiping all remnants of sleep both his vision and his mind. He stood poised ready to face the immediate danger that presented itself to both him and his beloved.

His growl stuttered to a stop. Savage was beyond confused at the empty room before him and turned quickly to check on his mate. She sat up straight in bed, her chest heaving as her eyes were pressed firmly shut. Her usual thick hair was matted and stuck itself to her skin, while her nightclothes was dishevelled as her hands moved to grip her top. 

He moved to approach but at the sound of his footsteps her eyes snapped open, they widened as she stared at him. His strong fingers splayed as he reached to touch her, to comfort her for he could sense the fear that was flooding his senses through the force. But at the mere sight of his attempted touch, she flung herself from their bed, scream in her throat, as if his hand would be scorching hot to the touch.

The night brother was beyond stunned. Frozen, he dared not move, to wonder if he was perceived as a threat by her as his mind worked rapidly to figure out what had just occurred before him. She had curled herself into a ball, pressing heavily against the stone wall behind her. Her fingers gripped her arms so tight he could see the red marks blossoming against her skin. Her scream had turned into wails, one he could associate with a mother whose child lay dead in her arms. But it wasn’t a child’s name he could hear from her choked sob but his own.  

“Savage, Savage, Savage” she cried. Why does she cry his name? Surely, she could not see him, he stood before her in this very room. She looked at him. Or did she someone else?

Against his better instinctive judgement that was warning him of a potentially fatal outcome of approaching a cornered female. He rolled his shoulders back, tilting his head from side to side easing the muscles in his neck, reminding himself as he moved that this female before him wasn’t a stranger, but his woman, his mate. (Y/N) the person who decided that he was the one that she would walk through life with, no matter the path it may lead to.

He slowly sunk to a kneeling position, hands splayed palm up allowing her to see that he was unarmed and presents no threat to her. From her quivering position, she reluctantly turned her gaze to him. He could sense her shock at him being there. He knew now that her mind and sight were rightened and she had now ascertained reality from vision.

He watched as her chest swelled with the intake of breath. She shakily released it as she uncurled herself, moving to crawl on her hands and knees. He dare not move, he waited and watched afraid that sudden movement may agitate her. When she was only a few feet away she stopped. Her slender arm shook as she reached out, fearful that the man before her would disappear the moment her fingertips brushed against his skin.

When he remained solid, a choked sob escaped her lips. Her fingertips were replaced by her palm running the length of his chest, his pectorals muscle tensing under her passing touch, his twin hearts beating faster as the adrenaline left his body and being replaced by his relief.

To her amazement his body was fine, he was fine. No lightsaber burns. “Savage” flood of tears fell once more from her red puffy eyes. 

“My love, what troubles you” he griped her face softly with his large hands, tilting her face up to look at him, his large thumbs wiping away her endless tears. 

“Your death my love, I have foresaw it. You will fall to the Sith lord” 

Before he had a chance to utter a single word, she flung her arms around his neck. Latching herself on to him. “Hold me, I beg of you please” 

Without another word, the darthmarian lifted his mate. His muscular arms wrapping around the lower of her back and her knees and he lifted her bridal style before taking her back to their bed. Where he did as he was asked. He held her so tight that he believed that if he held her any tighter her bones would shatter. 

For now he would allow her to rest, then once the sun has risen he would press her for the answers he was curious to know.

[darthofe]

"...My body...can heal itself if given enough time..."

Or rather there was something inside his mind that rejected the notion of getting help. Of being alone is the right and proper thing. Because can't keep including others in his quest, to do...what exactly? theres nothing out there left in the world. There is a person size hole beside him that he cannot remember.

He can't remember.

His blood is fire, his blood is darthomir, it is a planet that exists, lives, reads. It is everything about him. He can't let anyone know about it, their secrets.

But-

"Transporter...and federations? What words do you speak of? I do not know."

Being first contact on the terms, is very common. But most aliens in the galaxy tend to know what a teleporter is, right? Otherwise he came from outside the galaxy, but thats impossible. He just had bad luck, he's just a undiscovered space faring species?

At least he's polite.

Soji is more accustomed to working with corpses than the living, but even she knows how to operate a medical tricorder. Once he sits, she flips it open and runs a standard array--and the tricorder goes absolutely wild as she runs it over him. She quickly mutes it but there's no denying the array of alarming noises. They really should get him to an actual medical doctor. "Hmm?" Soji looks away from the weird readings. His question reminds her and she moves to take both their transporter enhancers off. "Oh! Right. Sorry. My ship is...non-standard. I have site to site transporters but no actual transporter bay or buffer. Have to use these guys to hold a signal." She shifts and shows him the two badges, as though that explains much of anything. Her tricorder is still trying to make sense of all of him and Soji shoots him an apologetic grimace. "My computer thinks your blood is on fire," Soji tells him. "So, clearly, I am not super equipped to help you. I'm scheduled to meet up with a Federation starship in like a day or so, though, and they'll have much better facilities. I'll message them to hurry it up if we can get you comfortable and deal with that bloody cough." She hopes his species hasn't had bad run-ins with Starfleet. If there was a local hostile presence, though, surely Seven would have told her about them, right? "I think I have a coagulant that won't clash with your, well, everything, and I can synthesize a painkiller. That sound alright?" She'll teleport a man without asking, but she's not bold enough to start injecting people with stuff willy nilly.

[graaid]

Red Planet

aka I’ve been getting really into drawing landscapes recently

[captaingondolin]

lowkey want an AU in which Ahsoka is never found by the Jedi and gets adopted by the Nightsisters instead

[goku20193]

#Darthomir #BD1 #Bogano #ElizabethGrullon #WallRun #CameronMonaghan #ImperialWalkers #ForrestWhitaker #Inquisitors #StarWars #JBBlanc #JediFallenOrder #NinthSister #SawGerrera #TheForce #Playstation5 #GreezDritus #ForceAbilities #ScottLawrence #DeeBradleyBaker #DanielRoebuck #Gorgara #Zeffo #DebraWilson #MistyLee #Prauf #LucasArts #CalKestis #TrillaSuduri #DarthVader https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5jerwSdg4Y2CSYkP-Bvx_bGSpqCTvRBZDYX80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[scribble-dribble-writes]

*Any reference to Darthomir*

OMG MAUL!!!!! BRING HIM BACK OMG IF I HEARD HIM SPEAK IN THE LIVE ACTION MY BODY WILL COMBUST

[smaraa-blog1]

❛        WITH          EVERY         MISTAKE         we        must          surely        be         learning.         ❜         //        @darthomir          while my guitar gently weeps

[wargod-archive]

           And their smile was brazen. Set ablaze by the sun in the heart and the stars in their mind. So bright, they were, so incredibly gifted with ebullience and awe. Even in dire times they’ll smile, a melancholy smile but a smile nonetheless. Some may find this UGLY, many do in fact find it repulsive. But the godling cared not as they continued on their way, one with the universe and yet so out of touch. Cautious to approach as if not to startle anyone by their sudden appearance Arita flitted gently across the ground. ❛ Are you injured? ❜  They inquired gently all arms, fingers entwined with one another in front of their petite body. ❛ Do you need healing perhaps? ❜ ✧･ﾟ: *✧  @darthomir