#feral opress references

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per a suggestion, posting these in a group for reference photos more easily found. (2/2)

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Chinese darth maul head cannons

ok so i thought about a chinese version of the Brothers Opress and it's hurting me emotionally. (I haven't seen any of the mandarin dubs yet, i'm putting this out ahead of time to see if the translators agree with me.) Ok so in Chinese there's multiple ways of saying "brother", denoting different levels of closeness and familial bonds, so my headcannon is that Maul goes through ALL of them one by one as his relationship with savage develops.

headcanon Opress Bro's ages: Oldest- Savage 36 yrs Middle - Maul 34 yrs Youngest- Feral 17 yrs

Savage calls Feral 弟 [di] "little brother" Feral calls Savage 哥 [ge] “big brother" at the start.

When Feral is being strangled by Savage, he begs for his life and calls Savage 哥哥 [ge ge] "big brother" it's got childish connotations, e.g. something a kid would say which makes it Uniquely Painful.

After Maul regains his sanity, he insists on being called 师傅 [shi fu] "Master" and refers to Savage as 徒弟 [tu di] “Apprentice", completely rejecting all familial ties. (it's also got a bit of that twisted Journey to the West vibes, but instead of going to India to find Budda and Enlightenment they're going to Mandalor to find Violence and Mental Illness.)

After their near-death experience where Savage gets his arm cut off, Maul refers to Savage as 兄弟 [xiong di] which means "brother" in a comradely sense, e.g what monks call each other, and that's how they introduce themselves to the Deathwatch.

the first time Maul calls Savage 哥哥 "big brother" is when Sidious kills him. From that point on, until the day he dies, Maul only refers to Savage as 哥哥. There's something slightly childish about it which speaks of his unresolved trauma at the hands of sideous, that he was denied something critical to him and he's forever emotionally stunted.

Ok that's enough Pain for one day here's some funny shit:

Had Feral survived and met Maul, he would have to switch to calling Savage 大哥 [da ge] “eldest brother" and Maul 二哥 [er ge] "second eldest brother" . If I wrote CWs, there'd be this hilarious scene where Feral's like "Ai ya, forget about the revenge, intergalactic wars and spider legs. Let's talk about the IMPORTANT stuff! which one of you is older??? because I need to address you correctly, I can't just call you Maul it's RUDE." and then they start counting on their knuckles being all like "hang on are we going by the luna calendar or solar calendar?" BTW here's no "age neutral" way to say brother in chinese and you know it would make Maul EXPLODE if savage slipped up and called him 弟弟 "little brother" instead of 二哥 “second brother “ by accident。

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Siblinghood, Platonic Soulmates, or Romance

Analyzing the Relationship Between Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren

In this post, I will continue from my previous one, having offered a simplified overview but delving into one of the most common criticizing talking points. Please remember that this analysis is from a writing perspective and my own experiences as I am an amateur writer. I welcome comments and reblogs with your thoughts.

For context:

1. Relationships in Star Wars 2. Explanation of These Three Types of Relationships 3. Female Characters in Relationships 4. Ideals and Themes in Star Wars Rebels 5. Ezra and Sabine's Relationship 6. Conclusion

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Relationships in Star Wars

Critics sometimes claim that certain types of relationships are overrepresented in Star Wars, but it's essential to remember that the franchise features a variety of relationship dynamics. Here are some well-known examples:

Siblinghood:

- Luke and Leia (twins) - Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker (no blood) - Garazeb Orrelios and Ezra Bridger (no blood) - The Son and Daughter (literal Force beings) - Sabine and Tristan Wren (blood relatives) - Maul, Savage Opress, and Feral (same planet)

Platonic Soulmates:

- Han and Chewbacca - R2-D2 and C-3PO - Boba Fett & Fennec Shand - Din Djarin & Bo Katan Kryze - Chirrut Imwe & Baze Malbus

Romantic:

- Han Solo & Princess Leia - Anakin Skywalker & Padme Amidala - Obi-Wan Kenobi & Satine Kryze - Kanan Jarrus & Hera Syndulla - Bail & Breha Organa

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Each relationship explained and how to write it

Siblinghood

Definition A sibling is a term used to describe a brother or sister, which means they share at least one biological or adoptive parent. Siblings are individuals who are part of the same family and are connected through their familial relationships.

Writing points

Individuality: Portray each sibling as a unique individual with distinct traits.

Birth Order: Consider birth order dynamics and how it affects their roles.

Conflict and Love: Explore both rivalry and support in their relationship.

Shared Memories: Use shared childhood memories to deepen their connection.

Complex Emotions: Show a range of emotions, from love to resentment.

Character Development: Use their relationship to drive character growth.

Realistic Dialogue: Make their interactions and dialogues authentic.

Backstory: Develop a backstory with shared and separate experiences.

Conflict Resolution: Show how they handle conflicts within the relationship.

Evolution: Depict how their relationship changes over time.

External Influences: Consider how outside factors impact their dynamic.

Platonic Soulmates

Definition The term "Platonic soulmates" combines two concepts: "Platonic" and "soulmates."

Platonic: In the context of relationships, "Platonic" refers to a non-romantic or non-sexual connection.

Soulmates: It's a belief that there is a special, deep, and sometimes predestined connection between two people that goes beyond ordinary friendship or partnership.

When you combine these concepts, "Platonic soulmates" refers to two individuals who share an exceptionally close, deep, and meaningful non-romantic or non-sexual bond. They may have a connection that feels almost destined, as if their souls are deeply intertwined, but it doesn't involve romantic or sexual attraction.

Writing points

Unique Bond: Highlight the exceptional and non-romantic connection they share.

Common Values: Emphasize shared values, interests, and life goals that deepen their bond.

Unconditional Support: Show their unwavering support, trust, and emotional safety.

Enduring Relationship: Illustrate how their bond withstands time and challenges.

Conflict Resolution: Explore how they handle disagreements with maturity and empathy.

Growth Inspiration: Demonstrate how they inspire personal growth in each other.

Non-Romantic Nature: Clarify that their connection is platonic, not romantic.

Emotional Depth: Dive into their deep emotional connection and comfort.

Shared Moments: Highlight significant life experiences they've shared.

Respectful Boundaries: Show how they respect each other's boundaries.

External Influences: Consider how external factors affect their connection.

Remember that platonic soulmate relationships are diverse and can manifest in various ways. They provide an opportunity to explore deep emotional connections and the profound impact such connections can have on individuals' lives.

Romantic

Definition In everyday conversation, "romantic" is often used to describe anything related to love, affection, or relationships. It can refer to someone who is inclined towards love and affection or to something that evokes feelings of love and beauty. The exact meaning of "romantic" can vary depending on the context in which it is used.

Romantic Love: Deep emotional affection, attraction, and passion between two individuals, forming the basis for relationships like dating, courtship, and marriage.

Romantic Relationship: A partnership based on romantic love, including dating, committed relationships, or marriage, characterized by emotional closeness and physical affection.

Romantic Gestures: Actions expressing love, affection, and admiration in romantic contexts, such as giving flowers, writing love letters, or planning surprise dates.

Romanticism: A cultural movement originating in the late 18th century, emphasizing emotions, individualism, and the sublime in literature, art, and philosophy, often celebrating nature, imagination, and powerful emotions.

Writing points

Chemistry and Attraction: Establish a strong attraction between the partners.

Character Development: Use the relationship to develop and evolve the characters.

Conflict and Tension: Introduce challenges to make the relationship engaging.

Communication: Show effective communication and miscommunication between partners.

Shared Moments: Highlight meaningful experiences they share.

Individual Lives: Balance their personal lives with the relationship.

Trust and Vulnerability: Explore trust and emotional openness.

Intimacy: Address physical and emotional intimacy.

External Influences: Include the impact of outside factors.

Conflict Resolution: Demonstrate how they handle conflicts.

Long-Term Compatibility: Consider their compatibility for the future.

Realistic Challenges: Create believable obstacles.

Romantic Gestures: Showcase meaningful acts of love.

Character Flaws: Develop imperfections in the characters.

Resolution: Provide a satisfying conclusion to their relationship arc.

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Girls in Relationships:

This section explores how certain female characters in Star Wars maintain their own identities while being involved in romantic relationships.

Padmé Amidala

Character: It might be considered a bold choice, but as Dave Filoni is known as the TCW and SWR guru, I genuinely appreciate Padmé's character. She embodies the spirit of self-reliance, often adopting the motto, "I'll handle it myself," when she witnesses suffering. As a compassionate and principled member of the Senate, she values diplomacy over violence, serving as a commendable role model by prioritizing dialogue and care for others. Her character shines brightest in episodes where she grapples with political conflicts.

Romance: Transitioning to the subject of her romantic involvement, Padmé and Anakin's relationship has sparked numerous discussions. Despite the uncertainty and occasional turbulence, there is genuine love between them. She envisions a future with him, refusing to give up on him even in the face of his inner struggles. Padmé recognizes Anakin's mental anguish and does her utmost to support him, though the complexities of their circumstances often double their challenges.

Ahsoka Tano

Character: Ahsoka stands as one of the most well-crafted female characters in Star Wars lore, undergoing significant growth and development throughout The Clone Wars (TCW). She evolves from an overconfident and naive child into a mature, thoughtful, and highly respected adult. Her journey is marked by substantial mistakes and profound realizations.

Romance: While Ahsoka experiences various connections throughout TCW, the most notable is with Lux. However, this romance primarily serves as a vehicle for her character development. Lux provides her with insights into the Separatists' perspective on the war and later the Death Watch. While Ahsoka does express interest in him, it's not in a deeply romantic sense. Instead, she's appreciative of the knowledge and experiences gained from their interactions.

Leia Organa

Character: Leia, our first main character introduction, immediately captivates with her compelling beginning. She's taken captive but never succumbs to fear, displaying strength and resolve. Her resilience shines through as she becomes one of the Rebellion's leaders, commanding respect from all quarters. She remains unyielding in her role, displaying a fiery temperament and quick wit reminiscent of her father, while proving to be even more resolute than her brother, a Jedi.

Romance: The iconic romance between Leia and Han Solo portrays the smuggler and the princess in a refreshing light. Instead of conforming to outdated stereotypes, Leia wears the metaphorical pants in their relationship, with Han providing unwavering support. He respects her position and authority, saving personal matters for their private moments. The dynamic is built on trust and mutual respect, avoiding the cliché of a one-sided romance. Notably, this is evident in Return of the Jedi (ROTJ), where Leia gets shot, and Han's caring demeanor is juxtaposed with his trademark smirk as she reveals her weapon. He's the one to express his love, illustrating the mutual affection and growth of both characters.

Hera

Character: Hera serves as the capable captain of the Ghost and its crew, supported by her right-hand man, Kanan, and the astromech droid, Chopper. Despite being a mother, she remains a crucial figure in the New Republic, leading missions and flight teams. Hera defies convention by maintaining her position of power while nurturing a romantic relationship with Kanan.

Romance: In contrast to traditional depictions where women are often portrayed as pining and emotional while men are serious, Hera and Kanan's dynamic reverses these roles. Kanan actively pursues the relationship, while Hera takes on a more serious and authoritative role. This unconventional approach adds depth to their relationship and challenges traditional gender norms.

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The Ideals of Rebels' Story and Its Setup Points:

Both the Star Wars Prequels and the Original Trilogy are anchored in the theme of battling oppressive regimes striving for absolute control. The Prequels delve into how this oppression came to be, forming a pivotal narrative standpoint. In contrast, The Clone Wars (TCW) primarily focuses on world-building, offering in-depth explorations of various factions and societies within the galaxy. While TCW provides a comprehensive view of the galaxy during a civil war, it doesn't follow a single large crew's story.

On the other hand, Star Wars Rebels (SWR) places a character-driven focus at its core. Unlike some other Star Wars media, such as movies, series, or shorts, SWR doesn't extensively explore different locations or delve into background storytelling. Instead, it prioritizes character development and episodic narratives.

To clarify my previous statement, SWR serves as a bridge between Episode 3 and Episode 4 of the Star Wars saga. It fills in the gaps, revealing the journey and sacrifices necessary to achieve freedom. The series commences with Ezra, a newly-minted Jedi Padawan, in a galaxy where Jedi are hunted down. He joins the nascent rebellion, which is just beginning to take shape. Ezra represents a glimmer of hope in a desolate world, even as forces of darkness attempt to extinguish that light.

This underscores the significance of SWR. Episode 4 depicted the Rebellion in its full-fledged form, with a substantial crew and support from multiple fronts. However, SWR sheds light on the challenges and sacrifices that made such achievements possible. It demonstrates that what was accomplished required immense personal sacrifice.

The Jedi aspect is exemplified through Kanan, who embodies the essence of a true Jedi. Ezra, too, matures into this role over time. Kanan's journey is unique; he was in the midst of his Padawan training when Order 66 unfolded. He never completed his training in the traditional sense and couldn't fully embrace the Jedi rules and traditions, which often felt restrictive and suffocating. Unbeknownst to him, his love for, attachment to, and bond with his lover, Padawan, and the rest of the crew went against traditional Jedi norms. However, this deviation allowed him to learn things the Jedi should have known centuries ago. Kanan eventually felt the full embrace of the Force, despite his past mistakes and moments of foolishness. He ultimately met his end as a true Jedi Knight.

As for Sabine, her character's growth and journey revolve around taking responsibility for her past mistakes and evolving into a stronger individual. Her journey includes abandoning the Imperial Academy, which produced weapons harmful to her people. This decision placed her family in jeopardy, with the majority of Mandalorians harboring animosity towards her. Despite these challenges, she emerged stronger with the support of those around her and a willingness to confront her past without forgetting or ignoring it.

The relationship between Ezra and Sabine in SWR was intentionally left ambiguous, making it challenging to definitively categorize. While the series provides hints through Ezra's statements, it remains open to interpretation. The internet, as expected, has embraced the ambiguity and given rise to various interpretations, showcasing the power of fan engagement and ship culture.

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Ezra and Sabine, Examined from Every Angle:

This section breaks down how each of these interpretations aligns with the characteristics of these relationship types.

Siblinghood

Individuality: With Siblings, there come different personalities. One can be chaotic and the other calm. That’s what we see in that case what can be considered normal in a family. You have the artistic child with her younger brother being more traditional and following his father.

Birth Order: This being one of the strongest arguments with this relationship. It’s for many great to see nonblood people considering each other as found family, where in situation where one lost their family or their family was not good, there are still others that are as close as those you share blood with.

Conflict and Love: This is more of a thing that can be seen with the training of the dark saber, in which the one sibling, who is good at something, that they consider their specialty, having to have share it with the other, as they see it being taken away or provoking the other as they think they are better at something.

Shared Memories: Both have abandonment issues over their family, and they share a lot of missions together.

Complex Emotions: Once again going back to the dark saber training, you could interpret that scene where Ezra is saying that Sabine at least still has family, while he has only one family left, that she is not respecting

Character Development: This can be interpretation for the end of rebels

Realistic Dialogue: A lot of people regard them bickering as sibling bickering

Backstory: In the start, it is implied that with Zeb, she is one that takes him under her wing as a older sister role

Conflict Resolution: They talk to each other

Evolution: It can be them growing older and seeing each other as equals

External Influences: within the ghost crew, they consider each other as family. Hera especially, so its easy to take this as it can be seen that every member implies it for themselves.

Platonic Soulmates

Unique Bond: They are not really romantically nor as siblings introduced in season 3 and 4

Common Values: Both want to free their respective people, destroy the empire and find a place in the galaxy.

Unconditional Support: Within the end, Sabine never states to be romantically involved but she does stay on Lothal, keeps his memorable things in check and waits from him to return.

Enduring Relationship: Both are willing to entrust each other to a lot of things and giving each other the chance to make things happen.

Conflict Resolution: They talk.

Growth Inspiration: Within the season 1 and 2 where Ezra constantly flirts openly to Season 3 and 4 where it is not seen as a romantic way.

Non-Romantic Nature: Barely Romantic gestures of touch in the traditional sense or talking about the feeling to each other, but in a respectable comrade way.

Emotional Depth: Their connection through their past and need to make better of their mistakes while helping each other out of those.

Shared Moments: Their missions

Respectful Boundaries: With Ezra stopping the flirting to concentrate and help Sabine

External Influences: The ghost crew being a close family through common goals and connection gives them a more bigger leeway

Romantic

Chemistry and Attraction: It is clear that Ezra still has an crush on Sabine, with him meeting her for the first time, being enamored with her beauty. Their chemistry is working and expendable. Sabine later is more open for more.

Character Development: From the young kid who has a crush with no real idea to an jedi that keeps it low to fulfill his duty, Ezra evolves within 4 seasons to a more mature way of admiring Sabine while having respect for her. Within the episode where Kanan and Sabine 

Conflict and Tension: From the end of rebels, where Ezra sacrifices himself to keep his loved one self but leaving Sabine alone and confused to Sabine not listening to him when he tells her to or when she does not give him a lot of decision power over her.

Communication: Sabine not being able to trust anyone really to her getting the closest to Ezra for even supporting him on way to dangerous missions and Ezra 

Shared Moments: From the intimate closeness of holding him by his waist to fly to safety, to him keeping her steady on the loath wolves and both refusing to let the other get hurt.

Individual Lives: When it comes to Krownest, Sabine splits up for a little while, when Ezra takes on other missions. They know when they have to do something alone and they have their own bigger problems in the end.

Trust and Vulnerability: Within the later seasons (3 and 4) Sabine opens up to Ezra about her own Demons and gives her full trust to him. Both can depend each other’s live on the other. But when it comes to

Intimacy: Sabine has no problem holding Ezra closer while Ezra still gets flustered a bit(speaking escape Jetpack scene). But other than that they have no problem being closer.

External Influences: Both Chopper and Zeb have been making fun of Ezra and Kanan is aware to some known extend as he has to be the done calming Ezra down, when Sabine is in a Dangerous situation.

Conflict Resolution: On the battlefield its Sabine being the aggressor and Ezra the shield. With other conflicts, it is that Sabine needs time to herself and Ezra worrying but respecting her needs.

Long-Term Compatibility: Sabine cannot imagine a life without Ezra in it and Ezra has stated that he wants to come home to her (as well as the others).

Realistic Challenges: Sabine knowing that 10 years have gone by since Ezra disappeared and still being ever so loyal to him. Ezra, while knowing Sabines competence, still often not wanting her on solo missions.

Romantic Gestures: The Birthday gift from Sabine. The consistent support of Ezra. 

Character Flaws: The way they cannot see other one in pain and taking full front and lying in front of the other.

Resolution: They give each other full trust on the final mission with Sabine on her way towards him.

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Endcut:

In summary, this post aims to offer multiple perspectives on the dynamic between Ezra and Sabine, emphasizing that all three interpretations are valid based on the available knowledge.

Please note that this is a complex analysis, and the nature of their relationship remains open to interpretation.

[hametsukaishi]

They are still there

Suffering. But I've laughed with my friends while fire was raining over their heads. I get to hug my siblings, but I do with the memory of countless pictures of dismembered children about the same age. Dead children. In ways I can't forget or bear. I've seen Israeli soldiers arrest youngsters, children again, fucking five year olds - I saw one of them being fucking loud, angry and feral, the type of rage born out of fear and opression, that I'd only read about in books before.

I feel so guilty. Because I didn't know anything before last year. Because I supported Israel, before.

Last year, before I knew as much about Palestine as I do now, my school brought a Israeli woman. To explain why Israel was a great destination for studying.

She told us that in Israel there was great diversity, that people from all over the world went there to live and study. She also told us that Israeli people were forced to do the military service, that she was in the intelligence department. That some didn't mind it, but others refused to do it. She also explained how the soldiers, after being trained took a gap year, or several, to explore the world.

And I left that room thinking that maybe I wanted to go to Israel to study. Because they made it sound like they built a powerful country from scratch. Because it sounded like a good place to learn resilience. Warm. Welcoming.

Since the 7th of October I've been thinking of her. Wondering if she desinged any of the attacks on Gaza. Shivering at how much Israeli propaganda I swallowed then. They didn't even mention the Palestinian people.

Since the fifth war started I've learned so much, and I don't regret opening my eyes. But the knowledge has left me terrified. Because people genuinely don't care. I can't erase the atrocities committed before my eyes, I can't help with anything other than boycott, I can't save them. But I have friends that don't know anything about this. That are ignorant to the point of not knowing that Palestine existed before Israel.

But Palestinians are there, they've been forever, enduring, and when somebody ask me why I insist on bringing up the conflict, I have to fight the urge to scream at them, tell them it's because I'm human, and I've read, and I've siblings, and I know that if I was going through the same I would fucking love to have somebody by my side, fighting for me and my family and my people. I know - not really, because I live a priviledge life - how broken I would be if the world was literally seeing my agony live, and not doing anything to stop it.

So I'm going to talk about Palestine at the family Christmast party, and I'll keep referring to Israel as a terrorist state, and I will keep reading, both about the past and the future, to compensate for a lifetime of blissful ignorance.

I'll learn arab when I get the chance. So nobody will be able to twist their words for propaganda anymore.

Give back Palestine to the Palestinian people. Ask for a ceasefire, a permanent one, and then for the end of the occupation, and then for a trial against the war criminals, and then make sure every country won't forget what they did, and who they supported. That History is not overwritten by an unfair victor. By an opressor and it's descendants.

Free Palestine.

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⚔️ Miscellaneous Character Info⚔️

SAVAGE OPRESS

— BASICS.

▸     IS  YOUR  MUSE  TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE?

Tall. Canon states he's 7'1". I headcanon him being even taller at around 7'5" with how he towers over others.

▸      ARE  THEY  OKAY  WITH  THEIR  HEIGHT ?

Savage couldn't care one way or another about his height. He appreciates it since it helps him appear large, imposing, and intimidating. But ultimately, even if he was short he would not care. His size is not what his enemies should be worried about.

▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE?

No hair. Only his crown - the term by which Dathomirians refer to their horns. He's kind of meticulous about caring for it so it's 're basically hair though.

▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING?

More than he'd ever admit. It was part of the culture. A Dathomirian male's crown is weapon and a symbol of his status. The bigger the crown, the more powerful, healthy, and therefore more desirable he is. But beyond the cultural aspect, good hygiene is just a requirement. After all, the individual horns aren't actually horns - they're antlers since they're made of bone and not keratin. Unlike antlers though, they keep growing and are nourished by blood vessels, meaning they never calcify and fall off. This means if they're not taken care of and maintained, any damage could mean a very painful and possibly fatal infection. Plus, it's just a point of pride for him.

▸      DOES  YOUR  MUSE  CARE  ABOUT  THEIR  APPEARANCE  /  WHAT  OTHERS  THINK ?

Not really. Savage, like most males of his culture, views his very being as a tool and a weapon. His appearance doesn't matter. His skills are what count. He allows enemies to underestimate him at their own peril.

—    PREFERENCES.

▸     INDOORS  OR  OUTDOORS?

Outdoors. He prefers more temperate to hot climates like that of the Dathomirian village. Being inside for too long makes him feel confined.

▸     RAIN  OR  SUNSHINE?

Sunshine. Dathomirians enjoy sunning themselves. They're not cold-blooded by any means, but the sun is very pleasant on their skin. Granted, Savage doesn't mind the rain. He's liable to stand in it like a koala if need me, completely disregarding it as it drenches him.

▸     FOREST  OR  BEACH?  

Forest. The bogs and fens of Dathomir are familiar to him, and the forests are very similar. Though he might also enjoy the beach if he knew how to swim and also could get over how open it is.

▸     PRECIOUS  METALS  OR  GEMS?

Metals. It's not a matter of form but of function. Metals can create tools and weapons which are useful. Gems do not hold his interest unless they have some greater functional use to attract him.

▸     FLOWERS  OR  PERFUMES?

Flowers. Dathomirians have sensitive senses. Savage is no exception. If anything, he's only more sensitive due to his alterations. He doesn't mind the scents of flowers. In fact, he even finds them soothing and pleasant. But perfumes are just a bit too strong for him. He tends to get headaches and gets very grumpy about how they make breathing a little bit difficult and his eyes water.

▸     PERSONALITY  OR  APPEARANCE?

Savage does not judge by appearance. If that were the case, Kenobi would have killed him instead of simply taking an arm and the nibs of his crown spikes. He learned from his brother the mistake of judging someone by their appearance - quickly. He knows now to make judgment based on a person's personality. Their beliefs, their actions, their gestures, their habits. That's what he bases opinions on. It's also how he sizes people up to determine how best to approach them.

▸     BEING  ALONE  OR  BEING  IN  A  CROWD?

Depends on where he is in his journey. But for the most part, Savage prefers to be alone or only accompanied by his brothers. He's never had a strong sense of community, never had a circle of friends or companions. It's only ever been him and his family. Sometimes it's Feral, sometimes it's Maul. Ideally, he'd like to be able to go along with both.

▸     ORDER  OR  ANARCHY?

Order. Savage grew up in a cult, and that is not an exaggeration. The Nightbrothers were a strict band of males who focused heavily on the very archaic, traditional beliefs that the males were made to fight and be selected as breeding stock. They existed as weapons and tools of carnage made to create stronger and more resilient offspring to continue the cycle. His life has centered around conflict and survival since the day he was born. That rigid structure and desire to fit into a specific role follows him everywhere.

▸     PAINFUL  TRUTHS  OR  WHITE  LIES?

Painful truths. Savage can handle the truth a lot better than he handles lies. He'd prefer people just be honest with him. Lies waste his time and infuriate him.

▸     SCIENCE  OR  MAGIC?

Magic. Mostly because that's what he was raised with knowing. The magick and the enchantments and the spells of the Nightsisters were a pivotal part of his life. He grew up knowing that his fate was intrinsically tied to the Witches of Dathomir and the Nightsisters. And also because, let's be honest - Savage runs on instinct. His skills of reason and deduction are weak at best. He doesn't know the first thing about science beyond the rudimentary basics of biology, physics, and engineering required to make blades, make bombs, and make babies. Maul was the brains of the operation for a reason.

▸      PEACE  OR  CONFLICT?

Peace was never an option. This man was born and bred for conflict. Woe be unto anyone who forgets that for even a second.

▸     NIGHT  OR  DAY?

Night. Sensitive eyes see better in the darkness. It's cooler and more temperate but generally not too cold and he just enjoys the feeling of an evening breeze and the moonlight highlighting his surroundings. It speaks to his inner beast. He's a Nightbrother after all.

▸     DUSK  OR  DAWN?

Dusk. See above. And also, weirdly tender as it is, Savage enjoys the sunset more than he enjoys the twilight.

▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ?

Warmth. Again, Dathomir leaned from temperate to a tropical in climate. Heat was more common than cold and he enjoys that a lot more. He doesn't claim to have an intolerance but... he definitely isn't fond of the cold.

▸     MANY  ACQUAINTANCES  OR  A  FEW  CLOSE  FRIENDS?

A few close friends. Not even that actually. Just his brothers, thanks.

▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME?

Reading. Savage has never played games. Not even as a child growing up. The closest thing to games was grounding Feral and calming him down whenever he got scared or whenever he panicked and started scrambling around looking for baby Maul because he turned his back for two seconds and saw he'd disappeared from the mat where he left him. At least reading makes him feel smarter and more prepared for things.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS?

Savage has a tendency to stare. Very, very intensely. He was never taught manners to be fair. His natural inclination is to assess people, analyze how much of a threat they are, and watch closely for any sign of danger. This leads to his staring long and hard for inappropriate amounts of time.

Another habit he has is tapping his claws or shifting position often. Folding and unfolding his arms, flexing his fists, cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders. Despite the transformation, he has a lot of pent of energy. He feels the urge to constantly be moving, constantly be looking and patrolling for threats, scouting out danger or watching the perimeter of his "territory." He sometimes has to be refocused.

Mumbling. Savage has a very low voice and while he can project it, he leans towards being more submissive despite his size. Thus, he speaks quietly and softly - unless he's facing an adversary. This means that, at least around Maul and Feral, he tends to mumble.

Rubbing his crown against surfaces. As mentioned previously, he's a little bit obsessive about his crown. He tends to it incessantly when he can and that means whenever he makes himself at home in a new place, he frequently rubs the spikes against surfaces. It has a dual-purpose, sharpen them up a bit and keep the circulation good, and also to leave his scent and let others know that this is his territory.

▸      HAS  YOUR  MUSE  LOST  ANYONE  CLOSE  TO  THEM?  HOW  HAS  IT  AFFECTED   THEM?

Nightbrothers are told not to form attachments. They're soldiers, weapons. Weapons can't feel. But oh, Savage feels. He feels more than either of his brothers, and no amount of transformation can take that from him. He does not remember his mother, but he remembers Maul and Feral. He remembers raising both of them from the time they were infants and while he himself was still a child. It was brutal, unforgiving, but beautiful - and he would not trade those days for the galaxy. He did not show it, but when he killed that construct of Feral the Nightsisters conjured, he genuinely though he had killed his brother. And he sobbed. He snapped out of that spell just long enough to weep. He was devastated at the realization that he thought he had murdered his own brother. And when he came too after the fight with Palpatine and Maul wasn't there? He cried even harder, because he loved Maul, he found him, and he lost him again. He thought he'd failed to protect him. And that hurt him more than the thought that he was alone and had no one now ever could. (At least there is a small comfort in the fact that it was Feral who found him, so not all hope was lost. But God, losing Maul altered him. He regained some of his previous heart. The softer, more sensitive bits of himself that the spell repressed.)

▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  FOND  MEMORIES  YOUR  MUSE  HAS?

Savage's fondest memories come from his brothers in their childhood. Carrying Maul on his back and Feral in a pouch slung across his chest while out foraging in the fens. Teaching Maul how to talk and walk. Teaching Feral how to tend to his little nubbins. Teaching both of them to fight using sticks. Teaching them how to climb and having to be the one to help them jump down when they got stuck. Teaching them how to hunt small game and prepare it for meals. Hands down his favorite memories are the ones where both of his brothers are snuggled into him and dozing off while he lays back and watches the stars above them.

▸     IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOUR  MUSE  TO  KILL?

It's harder for him not to.

▸      WHAT’S  IT  LIKE  WHEN  YOUR  MUSE  BREAKS  DOWN?

No one will ever see it. You will never know if Savage is deeply and truly upset. He's too good at playing the stoic facade. Not even his brothers have seen him cry. He waits until he is well and truly alone and even then, he fights the tears. Tries to wipe them away and just sniffles as he does. But when he is well and truly at his limit and the burden on his heart becomes just too much to bear any longer, he falls to his hands and knees and just sobs. It's not pleasant to hear. It sounds like a wounded animal screaming out. The tears come fast and free and his teeth are bared like a snarling wolf's. He claws at the ground and just screams until it all comes pouring out of him like a fountain of emotion. And once his vocal chords are raw and he has nothing left to wail out, once his chest is empty, he heaves in breaths, picks himself up, wipes himself clean, and carries on like nothing happened.

It never really helps though.

▸      IS  YOUR  MUSE  CAPABLE  OF  TRUSTING  SOMEONE  WITH  THEIR  LIFE?

Yes. But only a select few. You'll never guess - his brothers. His kin are the only ones he truly and completely trusts his life with.

▸      WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE  LIKE  WHEN  THEY’RE  IN  LOVE?

Stupider than usual. Savage does not understand the concept of attraction or romance. Those just don't exist in his society. He was raised in a cult where he was viewed as breeding stock and nothing more. Any coupling that occurred was for the express purpose of producing strong offspring. There was no love or romance and affection or connection. No deeper emotional attachment to it.

He doesn't believe that someone would or could have feelings of romance or affection towards him. His mind can only comprehend the idea that they might be experiencing physical attraction and want him to be the sire to strong children. Emotional sentimentality does not make sense. Likewise, any attraction he experiences is strange and confusing. He understands only that he might be having a biological response to physically attractive qualities. That doesn't get him to act. He just waits for it fizzle out.

The worst part is when it persists and becomes an emotional attachment. That's when the confusion becomes frustration. He doesn't things anymore. Doesn't understand why he wants to be near the person more. Why he wants to hear their voice. Why he suddenly feels so protective over them and thinks about being aggressive towards people that engage with them, even if he's familiar with them and would never think so otherwise. All he knows is that when he's with them, he feels comfortable. Soothed, even. And he doesn't know why. Nor does he seek to know why. He just sort of keeps an eye on it and waits for it to pass because, per his culture, it's not his place to engage. Man will pine forever and never even realize it.

And flirting? Don't even think about it. He doesn't know what flirting is and any sort of flirting or even bold displays of romance will go right over his head. Go ahead - give him a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates and kiss him directly on the mouth. He has no idea what you're on about. This could be a sign of friendship for all he knows. Unless you're going to sit him down and tell him directly and to his face that you're in love with him and want a relationship with him, and then take the time to explain what that means in detail with comparisons to his culture, he is lost. He's that dense and inexperienced.

Because why would a weapon need to know what love is?

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The Sith in the Order of Bane.

The Rule of Two(losely): there would only be two Sith at any given moment, a master to embody power and an apprentice to crave it.

Sources:

My head and memory

Wookieepedia

Google

Darth Vader. The last Sith in the Order of Bane (that I know of), he was formerly Anakin Skywalker and the main or one of the main character(s) in six of the original movies. He is a human from Tatooine(I like to add the head cannon that his middle name is Shmi). Did you know Darth Vadre loosely translates to Dark Father as a reference to him being Lukes father.

[need to get to finishing this part:

Apprentices, he never took any real apprentices because he of course died at the same time as Sidious, spontaneously re-joining the light side- or more like leaving the dark side and killing Sidious even if he died with him.

The inqusitorius.

Starkiller. Also known as Galen Marek, he trained]

Darth Sidious. Hideous- Sidious was originally known as Sheev Palpatine which was a persona he kept for his entire life while being Sidious on the other side of things. He was human- or as human as someone as evil as him could be.

Sidious had many apprentices but the only apprentices of Sidiuous that got the Darth title aside from Vader are:

Darth Tyranus. also known as Dooku, a fallen Jedi and one of the Sith who was neither ‘broken’ or ‘evil’ rather joining it for politics. Darth Tyranus was Sidious’s second appearance with the name of Darth.

Darth Maul. whos original name was the same as Maul Opress, brother to Savage and Feral Opress, Mother Talzin was his mother and she was forced to give him to Sidious for him to train him. Darth Maul was Sidious’s first apprentice with the name of Darth.

Darth Plagueis. Darth Plagueis was born to the name Hego Damask, using it as a persona which eventually became Hego Damask II. His species was Munn.

I couldn’t find any other/failed apprentices of Plagueise so correct me if I’m wrong but I believe he has none. Darth Plagueis was a scientist.

Darth Tenebronus. Darth Tenebronus was a Bith Sith(I call them butt heads if that rings any bells). He had a hobby with starships and designed a few- he was rumoured to have designed the Scimitar which was a Starship used by Darth Maul.

Darth ?

Darth Tenebronus’s master was never named but was rumoured to be a Twi’Lek. They tried to create a virus that only affected Jedi and severed their connection to the force, the project was abandoned. This is the first we hear of the Sith/The Order of Bane since Darth Cognus’s apprentice, but its safe to say that The Order of Bane went on in someway, whether continued in the shadows or written down and eventually found by Tenebronus’s master or someone before them.

And the trail runs cold, and it leaves us with years and years of gaps and all these amazing, legend Sith to fill the gap! They’re all there but they’ve never been added! I’m sure someone will put it together one day. (I’m going to try and get all the legend Sith and put all their birth days and death days together to hopefully get some idea of the masters and apprentices)

Darth Cognus’s apprentice, Darth Cognus took on another apprentice after Darth Millennial, the specifics are unknown and the trail runs cold here, dying and only being brought back at Darth Tenebronus or his Master who is also unspecified,

Darth Cognus. Darth Cognus was a Iktotchi Sith, she was also known as The Huntress. She was originally the apprentice of Darth Bane but before she could formally begin training Darth Zannah(Darth Banes offical apprentice) came to duel Darth Bane for the hypothetical throne, she didn’t take part in the fight but instead pledged herself to whoever won the battle, Darth Zannah won. Darth Cognus was especially powerful when it came to visions and predicting the future.

Failed apprentice:

Darth Millennial. Darth Millennial was a three eyed human mutant, she rejected(and possibly killed him) because he broke The Rule of Two.

Darth Zannah. Darth Zannah was trained to carry on Darth Banes teachings of The Order of Bane/The Rule of Two. Darth Zannah escaped the notice of the Jedi after the war between the Jedi and Sith. Darth Zannah, was human, her birth name, or what they were known as at the time was Rain, born on Somov Rit, she was recruited to the Jedis Army of Light during the Ruusan campaign of the New Sith Wars, she was presumed dead by the Jedi after being separated but was saved by a native called Laa, Laa was killed by Jedi scouts and unintentionally gave into the dark side and killed the Jedi. Her rage attracted Darth Bane who took her as his apprentice, becoming Darth Zannah- Zannah actually being her birth name. She was a killer.

Darth Bane. The first ever Sith in The Order of Bane was- of course Darth Bane, he established The Order of Bane also known as The Rule of Two because Sith kept on killing each other and the Dark Side didn’t connect with its users like the Light Side, each of them making a personal bond with it. The order of Bane solves these problems, the infighting was kept at a low as the apprentice would learn everything form the master, eventually growing more powerful than the master and betraying them, if they killed the master they won and became the knew Lord of the Sith, if they lost- well the master would kill them and get a new apprentice; and there were only two Sith for the dark side to focus on(ignoring the various other religions/people that used the dark side) and it could give them more power than it could give a Sith army(within reason, like as in individuals- a Sith army may be able to beat two powerful Sith). Darth Bane was human, his birth name was Dessel. And he was born in 1026 BBY.

Of course there are more Sith before Darth Bane but this is all I could find in The Order of Bane

[dinsverdika]

I wonder if there's even been generational disconnect between Feral and Maul and Savage. Feral says something to them using slang that the Youth™ uses and Savage and Maul just look at each other like "what the hell did he say?"

[antahriksh]

⚡️what would they be called?⚡️

[a-dorin]

celeb au — maul

this is a very very rough outline of the celebrity au — which includes maul, savage, and other star wars characters. it’s also a modern au (with lots of pop culture references) so here’s what i got so far:

maul — actor, known for his range (has several awards and accolades), working in a large production with famous director sheev palpatine

savage opress — fitness guru/influencer, viral on tiktok for many reasons (whether it’s taking videos of maul without his consent, his motivational monday tidbits, or random videos), wildlife/preservation activitist

feral — indie singer (kinda of like ... a bon iver or city and colour type genre, dabbles into some hozier), travels the country on tours, is working on his upcoming album (has a few grammy awards sitting above the toilet in the guest bathroom of his home)

obi-wan kenobi — actor, been apart of the industry for years, has all the connections you could ever dream of, had his major break in a coming-of-age film when he was eighteen, has a very thick, very prominent scottish accent

anakin skywalker — child pop star turned actor, taken under the wing of obi-wan after a huge scandal, started acting when he was nineteen, and has grown into a pretty successful celebrity/restore his name/grown as a person

let me know if y’all want more!!!

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

per a suggestion, posting these in a group for reference photos more easily found by artists. (1/2)

[iamanerd1]

I am rewatching all of TOA over again...

Mostly it’s because I have chronic FOMO and I want to know if there are any inconsistencies with the new season of Wizards and also because I’m still kind of unsure whether or not that the timeline was always 100% changed by the events of Wizards or not. This may be long...

Trollhunters: 

Stuart’s electronics was first mentioned in the first episode. WHAT.

“Human feet have never sullied the ground of Trollmarket,” uh according to Wizards that is false and you know it Blinky

I forgot that Toby almost drowned a Gnome 

Steve wants to see early homoerectus titties

Oh yeah Jim threw a horseshoe directly at Steve’s head. One shot, one kill. 

Still surprised we’ve never seen Jim's Dad because of how much emphasis they put on him

Jim got stuck by LIGHTNING?  that’s pretty CrISpY 

GOD PLEASE THIS ANGST IS KILLING ME. JIM TALK TO YOUR MOM.

I love season 1 asshole Strickler

Drawl really brought his fists, and only his fists, to a sword fight

Half of Bulars lines are really just “Daddy....” 

I hate all of Claire’s hair clips 

So, because the remains of the trollhunter are built and put back together in the forge does that mean they’ll piece full-troll Jim back together? What happened to all the spirits when the amulet was destroyed, both times?

Deya needs to stand up for Jim while he’s in the void smh 

Steve says “Plebs” as an insult. Also he refers to himself as a King a lot... foreshadowing... 

I just realised is strickler raising himself? Like the real human Strickler???

Strickler murders so many more people than i remembered

oh man i forgot how much i miss the pacing of trollhunters

Oh yeah I ALSO forgot that Luke Skywalker bows down to Savage Opress

“Goodbye DICK-taicous!” 

bros! draal is a bro!

half of the things that happen i really don’t remember how they get out of and so much stuff happens in the first season

Remember when we had 26 episode seasons? ah..m me too...

the whole thing about Jim's attachment to his friends is handled so much better than like... the jedi did.

“I might even love-” STFU STRICKLER

I’ll never be comfortable with Toby falling in love with a furry

I love Claire as a character but man I hate her design sometimes

“Be gone servant.” wow this is morganna’s one and only line to Douxie when she’s in Claire's’ body and lol it’s like nothings changed 

what turned morganna so feral? like girl I know you came from Camelot but you don’t have to eat meat with only your face 

Still kinda surprised that morganna didn’t try to recruit Douxie harder in Wizards (Or have a line in trollhunters like “Where’s our third, Merlin?” or “Your trollhunter and your apprentice...”)

Morganna made the changelings? Could Douxie or Claire also make them?

THOSE ARE DOUXIE’S HANDS WHEN MERLIN MAKES THE AMULET 

I ALSO FORGOT THERE WAS A TIMELINE ROOM IN MERLIN'S TOMB (must’ve gotten it from the time-map) 

Forgot that Nana took a shovel to Dect. Scott’s head “Help me move the body” of course Varvatos fell for her

I love this photo of Barbara getting her PhD and little Jim!

“Walter, will I ever get my son back?” 

“A son. A magnificent son.”

What the hell was Douxie doing while Morgana and Merl were being stupid thots 

3 Below:

Cofefe?????? J HI OW DiD I FORGET THAT MEME

Zoe spotted she’s the clerk at the record store too.

Also the third episode takes place during the robberies of season 3. In this blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment where Toby is driving the cop car

STAJA STAJA STAJA

Man I love Diego Luna in this, he puts his whole heart in his performance 

Alpha’s theme is great!

they call ppl younglings...

the commitment to the bit where there is a “caw” sound everytime they say the word birdie is great

Eli man voice Pepperjack

“Varvatos.. I made a mistake.” the use of first person pronouns!

“That’s my girlfriend!” 

I love that the serrators also turn Trolls to stone, kinda like it’s all the same technology..,  GUILLERMO

I also love how Aja immediately knows it’s Jim when he’s in his troll form

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“To protect the King sometimes you need to lose a pawn.”

why did Eli and Steve change during the eternal night? (they’re back to their normal outfits) 

“You stole my bounty on epsilon-five!” “That bounty was my wife!” 

Varvatos does the hulk slam thing

“It was prophesied that Galen’s core would return to the panet from whence it came.” (Meaning earth) So the question is, was galens core/ galen himself made from troll magic or wizards alchemy?

Okay so sometime after wizards during kanjigaaarrrgghh’s rein as trollhunter they were visited by the King and Queen of Akiridion-5.

Omen mom is great! 

“Galen’s core is yours house Tarron, as it always has been.” Hmmm methinks that this will come back in someway for the rise of the titans movie 

Why Morando look so smooth all the time????

I am again crying at this final battle scene 

Wizards 

wow I forgot that all of this happens RIGHT before Wizards starts

[kimageddon]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Darth Maul/Original Female Character(s), Savage Opress/Original Female Character(s), Feral & Savage Opress Characters: Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Talzin (Star Wars), Nightsister Characters (Star Wars), Original Female Character(s), Hondo Ohnaka, Cad Bane, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Bo-Katan Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Plo Koon, Mace Windu, Yoda (Star Wars), Asajj Ventress, Dooku | Darth Tyranus, Padmé Amidala, Pong Krell, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, Hardcase (Star Wars), Dogma (Star Wars), Feral (Star Wars), Pre Vizsla Additional Tags: Darth Maul Needs a Hug, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Spoilers, Spoilers, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Pre-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Star Wars References, Movie: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Pre-Star Wars: Attack of the Clones Summary:

A child stolen from his home and forced to the dark side. Hate and anger fuelled his life and existence. His destiny was set, he didn't have a chance. What if that were different? What if he had the chance to take a different path? What if he had someone on his side to give him that lifeline, the chance to fulfill a destiny he chooses?

[sl-walker]

Rare Pairs Gifts

I got three, holy smokes.  I’m blown away, too.  Like-- incredibly touched, and absolutely stunned that they were all my rarest of rare pairs, too!

Warlord of Dathomir

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darth Maul/Bail Organa/Breha Organa Characters: Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Darth Maul, Savage Opress, Feral (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Pining, Politics, Obscure EU references Summary: Bail and Breha entertain a delegation from the recently liberated Dathomir, and while they know better than to listen to rumor, the reality is far more potent than they expected.

Every Moment a Step Forward

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darth Maul/Bail Organa/Breha Organa Characters: Darth Maul, Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Mentioned Leia Organa, Getting Together, Star Wars Rare Pairs Exchange 2019, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Palpatine can go on vacation in a black hole Summary:  It started with two people, a cell, and an escape.

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Snapshots of moments leading to finding a home.

The Help You Needed But Never Asked For

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Darth Maul/Bail Organa Characters: Darth Maul, Bail Organa, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, Clones - Character, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Yoda (Star Wars), Anakin Skywalker, Plo Koon, Breha Organa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Canon Universe, Getting to Know Each Other, Strangers to Lovers, Clone Wars, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Maul got caught after Savage's death and now, Bail Organa got the opportunity to start studying his behaviour in prison, to find a way to handle people like him in the society.

[aftergloom]

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Latest Works

Water of Life Opress Brothers x f!Reader

Summary: A spiritual pilgrimage for Dathomir’s third moon festival requires little of its attendees: respect for the culture and respect for its rituals are paramount, and you must always do as the Nightbrothers say — but you know for certain, what is lost in the process never outweighs what’s gained…

Least of all when Lord Maul throws a party in honour of the old Gods.

Read it on Ao3 >

Drown Me in You (Mermay 2023) (Mermaid) Darth Maul x Reader (AFAB Cis) Nothing is wasted on Dathomir, and those that return to the planet often emerge from the waters... different. Read it >

The Ritual Darth Maul x Reader (AFAB Cis)

The new Lord of Dathomir is set on reviving and bastardizing ancient traditions, and you, a Priestess, are intent on doing your job — no matter how off-putting he is.

There is only one rule you need to remember: the Gods must be appeased. Read it here >

This Fic is Cursed Darth Maul x Reader, Savage Opress x Reader, Feral x Reader

A cursed bedroom, a creepy doll collection, and three Opress brothers seeking some private time with their respective partners. Unfortunately, no one told them the bedroom on the fourth floor doesn't unlock from the inside. Nothing bad can happen, right? Read it here >

Three Princes: Part I - The Oldest Profession Feral Opress x Reader, Savage Opress x Reader, Maul x Reader

Three brothers. Three readers. Three chapters. One new world to explore. Welcome to New Dathomir. Read it here >

Fanfiction

Live works live on my Ao3. I'm including a few selected outtakes from @thenightmarketofdathomir here as well: a couple of favourite headcanons and ficlets.

Since I regularly post Six Sentence Sundays, work in [brackets] refers to the tag for that particular project. Feel free to take a peek at what's coming.

On Ao3, older work is shuffled under pseuds from different eras, including luciademedici, and octobertown. nxctuary's for new work.

The "retired" section has some oldies that aren't available for public consumption anymore, and some of them I don't mind sending off as PDF. Leave a comment if you're downloading something. I'd love to hear it.

Works in Progress/Unreleased

Archangel - Darth Maul x Reader, Shibari AU [tag] Crown of Horns - Feral x OC [Kai Dara Koth] Hell is Empty - Opress Bros x Reader, Demon AU The Mixtape - Maul x Reader, NA Contemplative AU, 88:88verse Nihilism - Maul, Genfic (Character Study for The Mixtape) The Longing - Savage & Feral Opress, Genfic [tag] Second Line - Rogue x Gambit, Anteverse Adjacent AU Knights of Old Iridonia: Part 2.75 - Maul x Reader Knights of Old Iridonia: Part 3 - Opress Bros x Reader (poly) The Wild Hunt - Savage Opress x Reader, Unseelie AU [tag] Untitled Bookshop AU - Feral Opress x Reader [tag]

Works in Progress/Live

A Salted Field - Rey/Kylo Ren (24/30) The Ante - Rogue/Gambit (25/35) Knights of Old Iridonia Series (3/4 Parts) The Night Market of Dathomir (180) Three Princes - Opress Bros x Readers (1/3)

Headcanons

Fave Soft-to-Spice Feral Headcanons (Feral Opress x Reader) Honour: A Darth Maul Headcanon Honour: A Savage Opress Headcanon Summer Love Feral Opress - Part I Summer Love Feral Opress - Part II Nightbrother Claws and Folklore Nightbrother Tattoos and Reclaiming Traditions of Old Iridonia Nightbrothers and Life on Dathomir Nightbrothers, Death, the Afterlife, and Commemoration Darth Maul Punk Rock AU for The Mixtape New Dathomir: Balance among the Nightspeople Zabrak Horns Treatment and Growth Q&A

COH COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Feral Opress on Malachor by @butts-art Feral Opress on the Insurgent by @maulieber Kai Dara Koth on Kohlma by @butts-art Savage Opress on Moraband by @butts-art Kai & Feral on Empress Teta by @butts-art Darth Maul on Dathomir's Throne by @butts-art Kai & Feral Portraits by @moonlitalien

COMMISSIONED ART FOR OTHER WORKS

Feral at the Pleasure House from Three Princes by @butts-art

Completed Works

OPRESS BROS X READER (POLY) Somebody's gonna have a bad time (3/3) Tell that Zabrak he just made my list of things to do today (4/4) Nobody asks the pertinent question until the end. (1/1) The Night Market of Dathomir (Ongoing)

DARTH MAUL X READER Brula Shampoo (AFAB: gn) The Collector (Bookshop AU, 1/1) The Perfect Pet - Part I (Drabble) The Perfect Pet - Part II (Drabble) The Ritual This Fic is Cursed (Trio x Readers) Three Princes (Upcoming) This is not the Sundari throne (AFAB Cis) You think you're worthy? You're not. (AFAB) Post-Battle Canoodles (AFAB)

FERAL OPRESS X READER Article 342: One locking door (1/1) First blush of dawn (Drabble) Little Hours Away (1/1) Mazes (Drabble) Socks (Drabble) The Dominant Kind (1/1) Three Princes: Part I - The Oldest Profession (1/3) This Fic is Cursed (1/1) You're cute for a fuck toy. (Drabble) We're Feralfuckers in this house (Drabble)

SAVAGE OPRESS X READER But what's the lucky number? (Drabble) Dathomir's Champion (Ficlet)Long Days, Pleasant Nights (Drabble) The Fanged God Walks (Drabble) This Fic is Cursed (Trio x Readers) The Throne (Drabble) Make you smile (Drabble) No Losers Here (Drabble) Paging Doctor Savage (Drabble) Three Princes (Upcoming)

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Tell that Zabrak he just made my list of things to do today (Part II)

Sequel to Somebody’s Gonna Have a Bad Time, or, second in The Knights of Old Iridonia series: We rejoin the party as Savage walks in on an intimate... tete-a-tete in some crap cantina on Dathomir.

News flash: you’re not so discreet as you think, Reader!

Summary: Remember that little foursome you got yourself involved in the last time you had too much to drink and started wagging your lips? Congratu-karking-lations. Someone caught feelings… and feelings complicate things, don’t they? Rating: Explicit Pairing: Reader x Feral, Reader x Savage Opress, Reader x Maul  CW: public sex, praise kink, daddy kink, pda, canoodling, groping, exhibitionism, biting, oral sex, voyeurism, cockwarming, explicit sexual consent, references to previous interactions, references to anal sex, references to group sex, more later Word Count: Just shy of 12k Notes: No use of Y/N, fem!reader, she/her

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You don’t even have the time to do-up your pants before the weight of the eldest Opress brother bears down on the table and you hear its joints groan. Something pings, hitting the floor and rolling. A screw.

You pause. You carefully remove your hand from your pants, fumbling for the closure. All good. It’s the sound you make when you pop off Feral’s cock that leaves him jerking in surprise that’s a dead giveaway.

“There are better places for this. Meet me outside,” says Savage.

Busted.

You don’t move though — and that’s the kicker. From where you’re crouched, you can see Feral nod, his throat bobbing. His attention flickers like he wants to look down at you, but stops himself.

Savage raps on the table over your head.

“You too, little one.”

Feral’s gone semi-soft, and you look at his cock with the sort of longing that leaves you unsatisfied and uncomfortable, the heat ever-present but cooling. It’s a further beat before Savage steps back, and turns away. From where you’re sitting, you watch his leisurely stroll from the bar, to the door, and out into the street. Just his legs, though. The rest of him towers so far above the rest of the patrons you have to imagine him ducking through the door.

Slumping a little, Feral’s hand catches yours, brushing a thumb across your knuckles.

He gives you a small smile. A wink.

“I wasn’t finished,” you huff.

And he cracks a half-smile.

Tucking himself away, he says, “Just a brief interlude. Come on.”

He slides sideways off the bench, and helps you out into the open. If anyone’s watching, he doesn’t care about the extra attention as he gives you a once over, brushing a thumb over your cheek and tucking your hand into his.

“Savage probably just wants to watch.”

He squeezes your fingers.

“Feral,” you say, stopping him before he can pull you away and into the night.

You hesitate, because you’re not sure if saying it feels like a betrayal of the agreement between the three males and yourself.

Is it selfish to want time alone with him?

Is it selfish to want to finish what you’ve started?

When you look down at your boots; your dirty knees, you let out a long breath that he catches against his chest when he sidles back into your personal space.

His thighs brush yours, then notch into place as he draws you to him one-handed.

You tip your head up, and he flashes a grin before he presses a kiss to your lips: soft, and lingering, and sweet. He pecks your nose too for good measure, before whispering into your ear, “Don’t worry, I’m still going to wreck your pussy, love.”

You’re too shocked by the vulgarity to even choke a laugh, and he knows it.

And it’s almost sweet — the way he cradles you, rocking you into the warmth and hardness of him — and you chuckle because you can feel his semi pressed against your hip.

Feral raises your fingers to his lips. Kisses the knuckles. His other hand slides from your waist to your ass, cupping the meat of the flesh, and squeezing to spread you apart right there in your slacks like your clothing doesn’t make a kriffing bit of difference. He pats it for good measure.

“And I’ll still let you suck me clean for good measure,” he purrs.

You don’t have the time to sigh, before he flashes that grin, tugging you into motion with a, “Come on.”

The room is spinning, and you don’t think it’s because of the booze.

The gloamingspell that settles over Dathomir’s Night City paints the vendor stalls and shops and tombs the colour of a fresh bruise. So much red stone turns purple beneath the Twins, and with the winking lights of those who live up the mountain, it looks like the whole place glitters.

Your breath catches at it. It’s been so long since you’ve experienced evening after having made planetfall that you forgot how pretty it could be.

The spirit lanterns burn low along the streets, but you still pick out Savage despite the failure of your human eyes to see as perfectly as the Zabrak do in the semi-dark.

His gaze gleams, the bulk of his body still and hulking and as patient as the stone he was born from. Feral holds your hand as the pair of you approach — a good thing since Savage’s neutral expression leaves your nerves bubbling.

He says nothing, but turns, knowing you’ll follow.

Feral’s fingers slide from yours, ghosting down your back as he urges you ahead.

And you follow Savage’s lead —

Not because you’ve thought consciously about moving your feet, but because something in you piques and trembles at the prospect of trouble; of being caught; being reprimanded by those large, punishing hands.

You glance back, finding Feral right behind you. He pats your bum to usher you along, smirking at your hesitation as Savage turns down an unfamiliar alley.

At the end, he ducks beneath an awning, and through a door set into the mountainside.

He’s still holding it open for you when you stumble through, trying to better read his expression but finding nothing forthcoming except for the —

“Oh.”

You take in the recessed tub in the corner. The overly-large bed on the stone dais. The cushions. The tapestries. The low tables heaped with exotic meat dishes and fruit and jugs of wine and cold ale. Couches. Gauzy panels of fabric swaying in the warm breeze. The flicker of lamplight. Even the coverings over the floor — plush. Comfortable. Lavish, even.

Savage, at your side, follows your gaze, “This is better than a dirty tavern floor, is it not?”

You don’t answer. You’re… actually you’re a little choked up, so you stare at him a beat longer with your burning eyes and your clenched fists, and when Savage pulls back to stare down at you, trying to puzzle out why it seems like you’re about to burst into tears, it’s Feral who leans in to become your saving grace:

“Take off your clothes if you agree,” he whispers.

You’re already tugging off your top before he can shut the door.

Savage’s expression softens as you sniff, staring him down as you step on the heels of your boots, kicking them away. Your belt follows. Then your pants.

His gaze never leaves yours as you move to strip off your breast band, but it’s Feral who steps in before you can get out of your panties, his hands slipping over your hips as he cradles you from behind.

You choke down the lump in your throat, still staring at his elder brother — daring him to say something.

His gaze trails down your body, stopping briefly at your simple underwear. Feral’s hooked his thumbs into the waistband, flicking little caresses back and forth that make your stomach clench and shiver.

It’s too nice — this room. This place.

But you don’t dare make a sound to say so.

“If you like the room, you can show him,” Feral encourages.

When your lower lip quivers, it’s Savage who reaches for you at last, thumbing your lower lip into stillness. Those large fingers slip around the back of your neck, tipping your face up to his.

“You’re sad.”

You shake your head.

“Happy?”

Your eyes burn.

“I don’t deserve this,” you manage.

Savage softens, and leaning in as Feral releases you to him, he smiles before he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You deserve so much more, but this is the best Dathomir has to offer.”

He pulls back, and your hands loop over his wrists. “For your comfort, and ours: something special, for an evening. A night. Yes?”

You nod, but Savage looks uncertain.

“Then why do you frown, little one?”

You step in a little closer, and those large hands fall to your shoulders. You don’t tell him that no one’s ever done something so sweet for you before, but you do snake your arms around his waist. You can barely touch your fingers together around the other side of him, but it doesn’t matter because Savage places his heavy hands on you with careful tenderness, just letting you hug him.

“Thank you,” you manage, and when he cups the back of your head, you feel him chuckle, and then he relaxes.

“I’m sorry I interrupted you at the cantina.”

That, at least, earns a snort.

“Forgive me?”

You poke him in the side, although it does pretty much nothing.

“Apologize to Feral,” you mutter. “It was his blow job.”

Savage chuckles, and pulling back, he lifts you like you weigh nothing at all to carry you across the room to Feral, already sprawled on the bed. When Savage sets you to your feet before him, conscious suddenly of your nudity against his armour and Feral’s half-smile and roving gaze, you feel the shift in the air around you as suddenly as it thickens.

Savage’s fingertips trail down your arms, raising goosebumps on your skin. Your nipples pebble as those large hands slip to your ribs.

“There is only one rule in this place,” Savage rumbles.

The glow in Feral’s gaze turns him impish. He pops a small, round fruit into his mouth, appreciating the sudden caution in your expression. He’s already ditched his shirt, and the flash of lean muscle leaves you momentarily distracted.

Savage’s touch trails southward, catching the scrap of fabric that covers you and wrapping the sides with his thumbs.

“No clothing.”

When he pushes them down, you feel a little of the breeze against your sex. It’s a fluid motion, and smooth as silk, so when Savage takes your hands and helps you onto the bed with his brother, he’s already parted your legs to position you on your knees. A touch nudges you between the shoulder blades, coaxing you to all fours. It drags down you spine, and you shut your eyes against the shiver it inspires.

The warm fingers that grasp your thigh, spreading you open further, is so large that for a second you forget what it was like being with him. Just a fingertip grazing your arousal isn’t enough, and you arch at the surprise contact. And peering over your shoulder at him, Savage appears momentarily transfixed by the sight of you.

His gaze flicks to yours, gleaming and hungry.

“In time, little one,” he promises, and nods to his brother. “You have unfinished business, I think.”

Breathing hard, you look to Feral, who only licks his lips and gets comfortable for the show, easing you down to your elbows so that your ass is in the air, your elbows on either side of Feral’s knees as he undoes the trouble of his trousers again.

“Go on,” he says, a little breathless, and you help him pull them down and off.

Behind you, the clunk of plate armour striking the floor makes dull thuds against the carpeting.

“I want to see your beautiful eyes,” Feral says, “when you’ve got my cock in your mouth. Please, love. Would you do that for me?”

You nod, and something darkens in his expression.

“Say, ‘Yes, Feral.’”

Every iota of your body winds a little tighter at the command. Your voice comes out shivery with anticipation when you manage it.

“Yes, Feral.”

He lifts up, and you with him as Feral kisses you, pulling you into his embrace, his hands in your hair, your spine arching with it as he tastes you again like it was the first time.

“Is that okay? Can I talk to you like that?” He nips your lower lip.

“Feral.” Your laugh is breathy. “Yes, Feral.” And exasperated, “Fuck.” You both grin.

“Good,” he sighs, guiding you back down. “Put my cock in your mouth, then. Show daddy Feral how much you like it.”

The snap and recoil of those two words shifts your reality a bit, and destabilized, you darken as you hold his gaze. The heat of it strikes in the right way, though unexpected.

Daddy Feral.

It shouldn’t make your blood sing the way it does, but where Maul is uncompromising in his dominant play, Feral shows a softer sort of assertion. You also realize that he’s been paying close attention to what turns you on — closer, perhaps, than you’d realized.

“You like that, don’t you?” he presses.

Yes. Yes, you do.

“Show me, love,” he says, softer, caressing your face and thumbing your lower lip open. He slides his thumb between your lips, letting you wrap your mouth around the digit briefly.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob as you suck on it a little.

Feral’s nodding as he withdraws, leaving you breathing heavily, your lips parted.

“Go on,” he encourages.

And determined, now — incensed by the challenge, really — you open your mouth around the head of his cock and sink down on it with a groan.

The strangled noise and the twitch of his thighs is almost worth the control you wrangle over your gag reflex as you swallow and roll your hips up to give him a better view of your ass.

Feral groans, and you do your best not to smile. You don’t want to graze him with your teeth.

Savage is perfectly silent, you realize.

Arched as you are, your feet sticking off the end of the bed, you know you’re giving him a perfect view of your cunt and your ass and your tits —

What you don’t realize is how close he is, nor that he’s been waiting for you to get settled.

The press of a digit into the crease of your backside, already slicked with lube, leaves you seizing up in surprise — more, when two fingers sink into your pussy without preamble.

You gasp at the contact; at the tension and stretch of your tender, wet flesh at the intrusion, but you clench and gasp around Feral’s cock, and Savage doesn’t relent.

He slips out, and presses deeper, thumbing your asshole and adding pressure there too.

Feral’s fingers card into your hair.

“Look at me, love,” he says. “We’re going to fill you up. Do you know why?”

You swallow around him, taking him deeper, and he grins at your enthusiasm.

It’s Savage who responds as the thrust of his fingers light a white hot path through your body to your brain. Rubbing a little circle around your asshole, his thumb breaches your last resistance, and you stop writhing for one blissful moment as you sigh into the feeling of being almost overly full.

Savage rumbles, “Because good girls go to bed with their pussies full of cum.”

There’s a moment of suspended surprise where the silence descends and all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears —

And then it begins:

And you clench, and you clench again, and something inside you shivers at the dangerous edge of succumbing to the slick thrust of his fingers as Savage uses his hand to thrust your mouth onto Feral’s cock; moving your whole body with the power of his grip.

Feral’s cock hits the back of your throat, and you reign in the spasm before it can become a gag. You close it off as Feral raises his hips, fucking your mouth in shallow thrusts.

“Good,” he groans, pushing back your hair for you. “Oh you’re so good, love.”

You want to hear him say it.

You want to hear those exact words that you need from his mouth as you watch Feral start to lose himself to the heat and suction of your lips. You want to know that you would do anything to make him feel good. You’d take whatever he gave you. You like it.

The ridges of his cock rake over your lips, your tongue sluicing spit so that it gets easier with each thrust. It’s messy, and your chin is wet, but the look on his face —

Savage shifts, his knuckle angling differently to catch you unawares, and Feral seizes, pumping once — twice into your mouth with a choked noise of surprise. Savage slaps your clit with his free hand, and something snaps inside you.

You barely hear Savage’s deep chuckle of satisfaction as you break on him, moaning as Feral pumps a jet of cum into the back of your throat. He thrusts again, mouth opened, gaze lidded in ecstasy, but you’re too busy creaming all over Savage’s fingers to stop yourself from gulping.

“Oh, ff —“ Feral manages, half-laughing. “Oh, she’s swallowing. Oh, my fuck —“

You can’t shout, but you whimper, and knock back another mouthful in the aftershock like it was a shot.

Feral slows. “Sweetheart,” he says, out of breath. “You lovely thing. You good girl.”

And this time, you do scream your release as he falls from your mouth, leaving you bucking reckless and untethered against Savage’s ministrations; at the perfect bit of praise to send you over the edge again.

You just wanted to be Feral’s good girl.

Savage rolls a circle around your clit, dragging out the sensation, but you’re a mess:

Facedown on the sheets, fists wrapped into the blanket, your cheek smashed into Feral’s thigh, making a sound so unintelligible that Feral actually laughs in surprise.

Kark.

Kark it’s so good.

“That’s right, little one,” Savage murmurs, pulling from your ass, gently letting you ride out the end of it on the two fingers he leaves inside you. “That’s it.”

You whimper, making some unintelligible noise of weakened acquiescence, and Feral gathers you to him with both strong arms, pulling you up the bed to settle you close.

He kisses your forehead; your eyelids; your cheeks, murmuring sweet things and pet names and caressing your shoulder and back and thigh — the parts of you he can touch while he’s folded you into the warmth of his chest.

He kisses your neck and you mewl for him, supple under his ministrations and still breathing hard.

“Lie back,” he murmurs, kissing your mouth. “Put your arms over your head, love. Let’s clean you up.”

You manage a confused, “Murr?” that earns a chuckle from Savage, who mutters something about using the tub to freshen up a bit. Feral, meanwhile, has eased you backwards onto the pillows, climbing over you so that the weight of him sinks you deeper into the bed.

He hums at the contact, bracketing your head with his biceps as he settles against you, nudging your chin up with his nose.

“I’ll be careful of the horns, but don’t squeeze your thighs together, okay?” He kisses your throat, and you shiver, back arching your breasts into his chest. “Just in case,” he whispers into your ear, and warm and pliant underneath his weight, you puddle.

He’s hitching your knee over his hip, and you can feel his cock brush your over-sensitized body as he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses down your chest, and you karking stop breathing when you realize that the path he’s working southward with his mouth is going to put his face between your thighs.

“Feral,” you whine, your hands fumbling at his shoulders, and that’s when he oh-so-gently takes both your wrists in one hand, and presses them overhead into the pillows.

He holds you there. It doesn’t hurt, but it does alert you to your heaving chest, your achey breasts, and how small you feel underneath him; how much you want him to touch you.

Looking down at you, skin glistening in the dim, his eyes shine with a new and fierce sort of affection. He’s always been the pretty one of the three Opress boys, but here — like this — he’s radiant. It gets borderline ridiculous when he smiles.

“What?” he laughs. “Don’t you want me to —” He looks down. “Kiss it better?”

You shiver because that’s the same line he used on you last night.

“Tease,” you taunt him.

“Never,” he says against your mouth, and then he’s kissing you again, half-hard against your inner thigh already, rocking his hips into yours. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need, little girl,” he promises. “And you can have it any time you like forever more. All you have to do —“

He licks a line up your throat, and you gasp as he pushes your legs apart, tacking your knee to the bed as he falls away.

“— Is say, ‘please.’”

You don’t get the chance.

When Feral starts eating you out, he half lifts you off the bed. He brushes his nose through your folds and follows it with his tongue. Deep. Devouring. And he uses his whole. Karking. Mouth. To lap at your juices, smearing them down his chin like he wants to bathe in you, and you —

Shocked. Rigid. Breathless. Register Savage seated on the edge of the pool across the room, a towel across his lap and a drink in his hand, watching you frozen on the bed with a hunger in his gaze you thought was only reserved for Maul on maybe his more intense days.

Feral presses a thumb into you, opening you to him so when he spreads your lips apart to suckle on your clit he’s already rubbing you to dripping again.

He takes the bud of your sex between his lips and sucks it; soothing it with his tongue in-between punishing it; burying his face into you with a groan -- and you just roll your hips with every thrust as he loses himself inside you.

The gasp you manage is maybe the only sound you’ve made since he started, and stars blot your vision.

“Breathe, little one,” Savage says. “Feral, you’re going to make her pass out.”

And would that be so bad, you wonder?

You grope at yourself, squeezing your breasts as Feral wraps your legs around his shoulders, riding you higher up the bed as he rises with you, still latched onto your labial hood and sucking it like he might pull your soul out from your cunt.

“Ah!” You manage, and he pulls off you, soaked to the throat and licking your juices off his chin.

He doesn’t leave you empty. He doesn’t leave you wanting though you whimper when his thumb takes the place of his tongue against your clit to add another notch of tension, and then he eases inside you with two curled fingers.

There’s pressure in a new spot, but it’s brief, and then it’s everything as Feral leans over you, your legs falling to either side of his hips, semi-slung over his thighs as he starts fucking you with his hand.

Hard.

A relentless and consistent hammer of his fingertips against the same spot inside you that crests and takes you with it as if propelled on a rising tide.

Your eyes flutter open, catching his half smile as he leans in and asks so sweetly, “Have you ever squirted, love?”

Your vision whites out, and the orgasm doesn’t rip through you so much as it tips you outside yourself and roars at the same unyielding, blinding cadence that doesn’t cease and doesn’t relent and doesn’t recede for what feels like minutes. And Feral — fuck — Feral stops moving and just presses into that same spot inside you, holding you suspended in a moment of such bliss that the room gets swallowed in dancing stars and the fuzzy drone of consciousness winking out.

And then there’s only the hum in your ears.

And Feral between your legs, nursing your throbbing, swollen cunt with gentle, warm laps of his tongue. Indulgent.

He smiles up at you as you gasp your way back into consciousness.

“There she is.”

He kisses your thigh.

He kisses the short patch of your pubic hair, and you twitch, and moan.

And he’s so fucking smug and satisfied, you sink into his lazy licking, soothed.

Throbbing with the aftershocks.

Stars.

“I passed out,” you manage.

He kisses your belly.

“You made a beautiful mess.”

His thighs are painted with your release. The sheets are soaked beneath his knees.

“You came so hard, you sweet thing.” He nuzzles your sex. “And you taste so good. Why didn’t you tell me you taste so good before? I could do this —” He presses a kiss to your mons, sighing. “— All fucking night.”

“Feral,” you whimper, reaching for him as he climbs up beside you.

“Did you like it?”

When you press into his body, he pays no mind for the mess, contented only to see you sated and spent.

You sigh, giving into his tender petting and hard planes.

“I loved it,” you say, because even soft and spent and sticky in his arms, some part of you knows that he’s proud of the mess he’s made of you.

The perfume of your release clings to him, but it’s okay: he looks at you with such warmth that you almost don’t process the weight of his cock bobbing against your thigh.

“Would you like some more?” he asks, brushing tendrils of sweat-stuck hair from your face. He looks at your mouth like he wants to kiss you, but you sneak into the gap first, brushing noses and trying not to smile and ruin it. He tastes like you, but when his tongue touches yours with gentle hesitation, you can’t help but melt into his warmth.

So good.

It’s so, so good.

And it’s better when Feral pulls you closer to deepen the kiss, his cock bobbing against the inner skin of your thigh. You can’t help it. You suck in a little breath.

“Such a good girl,” he says against your smile. “Making me hard for you already.”

Across the room, Savage clears his throat.

Feral hesitates, and whispers to you, “You’ve done quite a number on my brother too.”

Oh, Savage, you think.

“It’s alright, little one,” he says when he hears the distress in your voice, calling for him. “The Force is with me, and I am patient tonight.”

Feral’s smirk turns conspiratorial as he plays at being innocent. “While you were out, we decided on a little competition.”

Oh?

The back of his fingers stroke down your side, slipping around to cup your ass. He eases himself against you, rubbing his cock through your juices, brushing your clit with the tip as he rocks against your folds, getting it wet.

Your breathing hitches, and peeking down you watch how it starts to glisten with each roll of his hips.

“What are you competing for?” you ask, but some part of you already knows the answer.

It’s why Savage is being so patient.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Feral smiles as he leans in to kiss you again, palming your breast to roll a nipple between his finger and thumb. “We want to know which one of us can make you come the most.” He shrugs. “The fastest.” He glances at his brother. “The hardest.” Looking back to you, he winks. “So far, I think I’m winning.”

They’re taking turns tonight.

He’s still letting you taste yourself on his mouth when he eases you back again, gathering your legs around his waist.

“Tell me what you want me to do, love,” he whispers. “Tell daddy Feral what he likes to hear from that sweet mouth yours.”

Stars help you, but you want it. You’re not spent, just cock dumb. You whimper, fumbling for him as he rubs the tip against your folds, sliding the hard heat of himself through your arousal.

“Do you want my cock?”

He presses the tip to your clit, rubbing you with it.

You nod, managing a, “Y-yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you with it?”

The breath you hiccup is almost embarrassing.

“Yes, I want —“

He presses the tip forward, and you seize up. He pulls back.

“Tell me what you want, love. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”

“Feral —” You gasp. Whatever you’ve got left in you rouses to attention, your thighs quivering for holding themselves around his waist like you are. Unwilling to let go in case he pulls away.

“I’ll tell you what I want,” he murmurs, his gaze gilded and drowsy in the lantern light. “I want to do everything I promise to you,” he says. “I want your body wrapped around mine when I ruin this fucking pussy.” He breathes, “It’s mine tonight. It’s mine right now. It’s mine tomorrow and the day after that.” He pushes your hair back. “I want you to tell me —” He licks his lips, “— How badly you want me to fuck you with it. How bad do you want to come on this —“ He eases forward, and you cry out at the brief glide of him before he pulls back.

“Feral, please, I —“

“Say it, little girl.”

“Fuck, I —“

“Say it.”

“I want to come on your cock.”

He breathes a laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

“I want to come on your fucking cock, Feral!”

He whispers, “Why, sweet? Why, my love?”

“Because —“

He brushes into your folds, hovering there.

“Why.”

“Because it’s your pussy,” you gasp.

“Try again.” He pulls back. “What are you, love?”

You heave a desperate breath.

You give in, because —

“Because I’m your little whore,” you wail. “I’m the Opress brothers’ little slut.”

“No, love,” he kisses you as he gives you every inch of what you need most with one easy, long thrust, filling you to the brim and seating himself there. He thrusts once, and your head rolls back. “You’re my good little girl,” Feral says.

He’s holding you carefully when he starts to fuck you, only it’s not hard and sharp. He’s slow and long and steady, and each movement is a delicious ache and roll of his hips. He’s firm, but tender, and he clasps the back of your neck to demonstrate that he’s still in control.

Zabrak males, you think —

They’re all about the big show.

“What are you going to do, love?”

You half-laugh, completely wrecked, everything twisted up into coils of need and desire and wanting more but not knowing how much you’ve got left to give.

“I’m going to come on your cock.”

“You’re going to come on Daddy Feral’s cock,” he whispers in correction.

“I’m going to come on your cock, daddy Feral,” you reply weakly.

“Yes, you are, love.”

And when Feral flips you up into his embrace, you take every inch of him as he kneels with you in his lap. Every wet, hot thrust that ripples through you and leaves you with your eyes squeezed shut, undone already and just waiting for one more moment to be broken apart so he might put you back together.

He helps you ride him, anchoring you at the waist so that when each thrust begins brushing your clit, he can better watch your face to see your eyes roll back a bit.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

Your arms are around his shoulders.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “You can let go.”

“Feral,” you sigh, rocking your hips into his.

“Tell me what you need.”

Like it’s a secret, you whisper in his ear so softly you think that his hesitation means he didn’t hear you.

But he slows, and stares, and licks his lips before pulling you closer.

“You liked it that much?”

You kiss him in response.

When you pull back, he looks at you with the sort of uncommon wonder that gleams in the dim. He softens, of course, especially when he pulls you to him and murmurs into your kiss, “Okay.”

And that melts you a little because he touches it. He doesn’t press. He doesn’t penetrate. He only sets his fingers on your ass like he was keeping it warm, and to even that you tighten, clenching on him as he drives you higher.

“I like it when you catch your breath like that,” he smiles.

You didn’t even know you made a sound.

A little bolder, you whisper back, “I like it when you play with me.”

He rubs it a little, adding just a hint of pressure to make you tighten around him as his thrusts pick up the pace. You squirm, because he’s toying with you, and it’s a little dirty but so is Feral, and you’re puddling on his crotch so you suppose you’re just a little dirty too.

“Touch yourself for me.” His eyes are so bright in the dim, and when his attention flicks down to watch you play with yourself, you nearly lose control over the whole thing because he growls and leans forward to clamp your shoulder in his teeth in a warning bite.

The feeling rocks through you, bottoming out as you grip him, frozen by the shivery too-full sensations of it all as the wet slap of your joining turns lurid and messy and —

He puts his mouth on your neck, and that’s where danger threads through things. This is a possessive move — one made for lovers and not friends; a gesture that would invite challenge from other males, especially one particular male who just happens to be related to Feral.

Feral’s teeth sit on your skin, but you’re coming for him, wringing out his own release before he can consummate the act of possessing you fully.

He controls every thrust and slip, holding onto you, pushing you harder so that one orgasm crashes into two and you think you’re going to pass out again.

You don’t, but you have to blink away stars as he slows, panting into your throat, your laboured breaths mingling between you. Shared smiles between little puffs of breath.

When Feral squeezes your body, squeezing his eyes shut, you can feel him flinch in the aftershocks.

“Karking tight,” he manages, but it’s strained.

Breathing hard, he pulls back from you to give you a dazed and dazzling smile. It freezes on his face almost as quickly, fading along with some of the colour from Feral’s face.

From the feeling alone, you know —

It feels cold, suddenly. The temperature dropping by degrees until the frisson of the Dark Side slinks through the palatial bedroom; a creeping shadow that draws up the hair on the back of your neck and the gooseflesh on your skin.

From the door comes a rumble of discontent that you’re all too familiar with. It’s laced with amusement absent any humour:

Maul murmurs, “That was close.”

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