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[ddejavvu]

pairing: savage opress x reader

summary: savage stands at a lumbering 7'1, and he likes comparing the size of your body to his own.

contents: size kink size kink size kink size kink size kink. smut, minors dni, afab!reader, obvious implications of reader being shorter/smaller than savage but i'm betting most of you aren't seven feet tall and absolutely jacked so i feel like it's pretty inclusive to both height and weight

Even sitting down, Savage is a formidable height. Only aided by his crown of horns, lethally sharpened all except for the one that's chopped in half, he stands at 7 foot 1 inch, which is significantly taller than yourself. Equally disproportionate to yourself are his hands, which frame your hips and mold so perfectly to the skin there that you think they could affix themselves there permanently.

He could if he would. He lets out a low, rumbling, appreciative groan at the sight of your ass rocking back onto his lap, and though his bulge is still clothed, you fear it's going to rip through the fabric restraining it. The sensation of his covered cock rubbing roughly against your sensitive folds makes you whimper, and you yearn for nothing more than to shred his clothing and sink down onto his dick. Unfortunately, he's got the claws. They're arched elegantly against your skin, their points sure to leave marks that will eventually even out to your smooth skin in a few days. Savage never marks the same spot twice in a row, but he prefers having remnants of his claws on you at all times.

Your lack of penetration settles an ache deep inside of your core; a throbbing pain that can only be sated with the equally massive length that lies stiff between Savage's legs.

"Oh, darling," His voice is rough, dripping with greed and reverence as he helps you grind back onto his dick. He watches as your slickened cunt leaves a glistening trail over his clothing, a mark that soaks into the fabric and leaves his dick stinging with want.

"You move so well," He praises, like the gyration of your hips isn't equally his effort and your own. He's holding you up while the blood rushes to your head; your hands are braced against the floor while he rolls your ass over his bulge. It's a difficult position to maintain, but the dizziness that you're experiencing while you dangle from Savage's lap makes your internal waves of pleasure stronger. This lustful ecstasy is so much better without thinking involved; only the steady, persistent grinding of Savage's clothed cock over your needy cunt.

"Savage-" You manage to spout, your own voice marled by your less-than-comfortable position, "Savage I want- mmh!" You feel him press your hips further down onto his cock, the rugged, damp material of his clothes pressing against your clit, "-I want you! Now, please- please, I want you inside of me."

"You're not ready," Savage laments, because a man seven feet off of the ground sports more inches than is manageable for a human like yourself between the legs, "Patience, darling. I will get you ready."

"Just- aah! Just the tip, please," You beg, dangling by his feet, nails scrabbling against the floor.

Savage goes momentarily quiet after your request, but you feel something hot and wet lave over your spine- teeth sink into the broad expanse of your back and you whimper at the pain-pleasure-pain.

"If you want it darling-" He purrs, his voice and breath heating the back of your neck as one, "You may have it."

There's the rustle of fabric being rumpled, then a distinctly slick sound that can only mean Savage is leaking, precum oozing from the tip of his cock that you want to lick into your mouth. You lurch forwards, attempting to scramble off of his lap to take his cock into your mouth, but he catches your weight with one firm hand, locking it over your hip bone.

"Not now. Now I want to see your ass," He hisses, licking his thumb and teasing it at the tight ring of your asshole that he can barely catch a glimpse of from the way your pussy is spread with your legs, "I want to watch your ass bounce while you grind on my cock. While your human cunt tries sucking up as much of me as it can. While you try spearing yourself on me."

His mere words have you cunt clenching around nothingness; terrible, empty, aching nothingness. Savage sees it, guiding the head of his cock towards your desperate folds. They're slick, and they'd allow for a sizeable portion of his length to sink into their warmth. But you'd hung yourself with the words just the tip, and Savage intends to give you exactly what you've asked for.

He teases the head of his cock against your slit, watching as your hole tightens and begs for more. It's producing a lewd squelching sound, skin on skin lubricated by what must be a gallon of slick wetness at this point. He strokes the length of himself with a nimble hand as he resumes bouncing your ass on his lap, letting the head of his cock breach your agonizingly needy pussy with tantalizingly little depth.

"There, darling," He purrs once again, voice rough like velvet stroked the wrong way, "Just the tip. Is that what you want?"

"No! No," You feel the painstakingly shallow breach of his dick through your slick slit, fruitlessly wriggling your hips as he keeps gyrating them, "No, please, Savage- please, I want more!"

"You are not ready," He repeats, voice sadistic more than it was empathetic before as he keeps teasing his cockhead against your core, "Keep moving, my love, and I will decide when you deserve to be filled."

[kaminokatie]

We Meet Again || Darth Maul

Synopsis - It's been years since you had last seen him, but now you're fighting for the opposite side. Can Maul convince you to join him again after years of brainwashing from the Jedi?

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 0.9k.

[Caffeinate Me]

“You never even came to find me,” Maul hissed at you, red lightsaber clashing against your own green one. 

“I was told you were dead,” you snapped back. You twirled around and used the force to push Maul backwards giving yourself an opportunity to relax before he was swinging at you again. 

“You could have tried,” he growled. “Instead you joined what we swore to destroy together!” 

“I had no choice!” You said angrily. 

“We always have a choice Y/N,” Maul snapped. He was hurting inside. “You just chose wrong!” 

“If I knew you were alive, I would have done anything to find you,” you said, stepping backwards and turning off your lightsaber. Maul looked at you completely perplexed as you laid your lightsaber on the ground and held your hands up. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, still standing in a defensive stance. 

“Laying down my weapon, Maul,” you said simply. 

“But why?” He hissed. “Pick it up, I’m not through with you yet.” 

“Yes you are. I’m not fighting you anymore, Maul. If you want to kill me, go ahead.” 

Maul shook his head, retracting his lightsaber and staring at you with wide eyes. This had to be some sort of trick, something Kenobi had set up. Using you as bait was a low blow, but something he wouldn’t put past the Jedi. After all these years of working with the Jedi, you must have told them the details about the nature of your relationship with him. He placed his lightsaber back on his hilt and outstretched his hand to you. “Killing you would only kill me,” he whispered softly. “Take my hand. Join me once more.” You bit your lip, hesitated for a moment. You had spent the last few years of your life dedicating yourself to the Jedi after all the wrongdoings you had done by Maul’s side. After you learned of his ‘death’ you hoped you could put that life behind you, but with the Zabrak standing in front of you very much alive, you highly doubted yourself to turn him down. His yellow eyes gazed into yours and you felt your heartbeat pick up a few paces as Maul walked towards you, hand still outstretched. “Think about what we had Y/N.” 

“I am!” You snapped, taking a few steps backwards. “It wasn’t good for either of us.”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispered, still stalking towards you. “You were my stars in the galaxy, the light that guided my way. Please, come with me. I need you. Please.” 

How could you deny him when he begged so deliciously for you and only you. You sighed and closed your eyes slowly for a few seconds while you thought long and hard about what you were going to do. Images from your past flashed through your mind; your time with Maul, the good and the bad. It clouded your senses and you were sure this was Maul’s doing. When you opened your eyes, Maul was standing directly in front of you. His breath, short and shallow, fanned across your face. His eyes pleaded to you silently. “What do you want from me, Maul?” You asked, knowing the answer was damn well you.

“You know what I want,” he whispered, leaning his face closer to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as his lips skimmed your own, making their way to your ear. “I can’t live without you by my side any longer. Not after seeing you again.”

You felt your knees buckle at his words, despite how simple they were. You believed him too, knew he was being truthful. His hand grazed your waist gently, pulling you closer to his body. You willingly leaned into his touch. It had been years since someone had touched you the way Maul was touching you now, as if you were glass that could be broken with a simple flick of the wrist. “Maul,” you whispered, your chest rising and falling sharply with each breath you took.  

“I know,” he cooed, face moving to be in front of yours once more. Without warning, Maul pressed his lips to yours quickly. His warm hands came up to cup your face gently, pulling your face as close to his as possible. You stiffened as his lips connected with yours as the thoughts swirled around in your mind: what were you doing! You couldn’t let him get to you. Couldn’t let him ruin what you’d worked so hard for since you had last seen him, but it was too late, your arms had already instinctively wrapped around his neck. Maul smirked against your lips and deepened the kiss, his hands dropped to your waist and grasped at the fabric that separated him from your bare skin. When he pulled away from the kiss, Maul pressed his forehead against yours and sighed contently. “Join me, baby.” Your heart clenched at the pet name. Maul knew exactly what to say and do to turn you to the Dark Side and you hated that. You wished you were strong enough to resist him, but when he looked at you the way he was looking at you right now, you couldn’t say no. You nodded your head and Maul smirked. He moved his forehead away from yours and pressed a kiss to your right temple. “I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispered against your head, pulling you into a sweet embrace.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered into his chest. It was then that the tears welled in your eyes. All the emotions came flooding back to you, emotions that you had kept buried for years. Your place was by his side; you knew it and so did he. He wasn’t going to let you get away from him again, no matter what it took.

[sambrin]

maul is forever scrunching his nose like a bothered cat and i think he won't stop even if someone kisses him. he will unpleasantly and agressively kiss back.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

savage has never seen his brother smile like this before. like he's feeling... joy. excitement. not for murderous plots or yet another scheme to unsettle that smarmy, annoying little jedi. no just... just this. whatever he's feeling, it has put this look on his face. savage stares, trying to imprint the moment on his mind. eventually, he dares ask: what did these white-blue lines mean? what about them was so special? they are a map, maul explains with soft reverence, to a lost place of the sith. to a place of history. history? how strange. it was history that spoke to his brother so? he does not understand, but that hardly matters. it only matters that it has given him this singular vision of maul. of the nightbrother he was supposed to be. less... burdened. savage suggests they go see it, forget their current mission, and follow the map to the where history sleeps. his brother agrees, turning for the cockpit and stalking toward the controls. savage follows just behind him, as ever.

[yandere-wishes]

Savage deserves to have a Nightsister darling. A little witch who's soul he can crush and mold into his perfect little sweetheart. Don't get me wrong, Savage is the nicest sith/zabrak out there. But I'm convinced he wants to get some revenge on the nightsisters for the hell they put him and the rest of his kin through.

[noesqape]

and they were both boys

[aka-lambda]

You look lonely

I can fix that

Wip

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

What I would give to see a conversation between maul and loki

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Standing Sentinel

Blinding white and brilliant gold cut through the droids, putting an end to the Separatist operations on the planet. Two Zabraks raced up the outpost’s central control tower, setting charges and blowing through the opposition they faced.

The server coordinator, a very-much organic Rodian, shrieked when he saw the pair. Instead of killing him, Savage roared in his face and sent him scrambling.

"You've clearly gone soft, brother."

Savage shook his head. The The pair Force-jumped back to their ship and manned the guns.

“You took your time!” Feral dropped his visor and fired up the engines.

“Hmph. Your trial combat results clearly evidence your superiority. Now, I request your best attempt at Plo Koon’s record.”

"Yes, Commander Maul, sir!"

That statement was met with a groan. Taking off, the trio cleared the atmosphere with ships hot on their heels. A TIE-fighter glided in alongside them and gave cover fire.

“Someone rang?” Anakin’s voice came over the com-channel.

“Not in this star system!” Feral replied, smiling.

“You seem chipper, Skywalker.” Savage pivoted his battlestation hard left and disposed of two cruisers. A gunship entered the fray. Feral’s eyes narrowed, fixated on the viewport. He executed a barrel roll and swooped to avoid the fire.

“Nice! I’ll take it from here.”

Maul noticed how he loosened and beamed at the praise. Anakin’s ship effected an all-angles orbit, forming a defensive perimeter and taking enemy after enemy out of commission. They cleared the formation and made the jump into hyperspace.

At last, Chandrila and the outline of the Jedi outpost came into view. Obi-wan met them upon landing. He bade Maul speak with him privately, and his brothers peeled off to remain outside. Excited shouts filed the air as the younglings who had been outside spied them.

"Master Kenobi."

The man shook his head. Maul would not be himself without some degree of sarcasm. However, Obi-wan detected none of the true bite that would have lurked under it all those cycles ago. "Your margins of error grow slim."

"Simply the price of ascension in any order- much more so this one."

"We can send in support troops at any time. Do not hesitate to ask for what is yours by right."

"My gratitude, Kenobi. But you know the stores are better spent in recovery eff-"

"I was informed of the Garel incident."

Maul was silent. He'd spent almost a week in a bacta tank for the infections sustained. Perhaps an echo of his past life, but he'd never even considered contacting the Temple for backup or a medical supply drop. More than that, he half-expected they wouldn't. It would be an effective method of disposing of a liability. If there was one thing he could respect, it was efficiency. That made their seeming mercy all the more unsettling. Kindnesses extended themselves despite the fearful looks in some of their eyes. Despite the pain in Kenobi's even as he reached a hand to his former enemy. Those reserves of self-control were something of marvel to the Zabrak...

"How, Kenobi?"

The man’s brow arched. "The Council communication channels do have some useful information, if you'd lower yourself so much as to listen in."

Maul shook his head, the ghost of a smirk on his face. He'd let the misinterpretation stand. "I'd consider if they release an advisory on the trimming of unseemly facial hair."

"It has clearly been too long since our last duel!"

On exiting, he could see Feral and Anakin chasing the squealing children, gently Force-throwing them back and forth. Savage, expression devoid of strain, was letting some swing from his arms and sit on his shoulders. The scars of all three peeked through their robes as they flowed with the breeze. May the elders bear those marks, so the young ones did not have to.

Lying on the grass, he cast his eyes to the skyline and let himself slip- not quite meditating, but not quite conscious either. The Force bubbled with energetic pops from the little lives about. There was easy warmth from Savage that slowly bloomed in the fields of the metaphysical. He felt the relieved playfulness of Feral bounding from the remains of a fearful shell. He sensed the tumultuous roar of Anakin's fervour and Kenobi's darting, sagely mischief. And beyond them, his body sensed the dance of dozens, hundreds of the living. His weary spirit soared, reminded of for who-!

Feral flopped onto his stomach, followed by a giggling, squirming pile that knocked the air out of his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Savage smirk while taking a seat. Maul tried his best to scowl at the interruption.

The setting sun brought calm and appreciation for what he had now. The winds brought refreshment instead of the stench of corpses. No longer would he drift off plagued with a bloody fantasy he was not sure he'd realize.

Anakin and Obi-wan exchanged looks. He'd finally begun to see that which the Dark Side could never have given. True purpose and contentment had at last reached the brothers three. For they were now Maul, Feral and Savage Opress- Jedi Sentinels in the service of the Order and the galaxy.

[thunderin-brainstorm]

Ohkaali is good at getting into trouble. an enormous amount of trouble. absolutely massive trouble. so much trouble that she draws a dozen other people into trouble with her and it influences the rest of their lives

the particular victims of her brand of trouble here are baby Savage and Feral Opress who she accidentally stole off of Dathomir, despite being a kidnapped slave herself at the time. they spend far too long locked in a Death Watch ship before narrowly avoiding death by Nightsister and then getting kidnapped again by a young Hondo Ohnaka starting his pirate empire

it doesn't get any less complicated from here

[arterstrashbin]

A bunch of Transformer AU Feral

Feral pin-up doodle

He seems to find his bros' turtle tanker comfortable enough to plant his aft on top of it and pose

Maul: Why my robot brother refuses to carry me on missions?

Also Maul:

And Feral complains to Savage about Maul being a pest to him

[return-of-the-queen]

The Arrangement {Star Wars: Maul/Savage/Feral} Summary & Ao3 Link

This is a collection of the tales and adventures of the Nightsister Kaja as she travels the galaxy with brothers Maul, Savage, and Feral. Their shared desire for her – and her for them – leads to the formation of a polyamorous (and usually civil) relationship. Peace, however, is rarely in the cards as their passions and desires for power and revenge are wells that never run dry. Come for the smut and bloodlust, stay for the intimacy and angst.

*AU & OOC (neither too dramatic)

Ao3 Fic Link HERE

Kaja Playlist HERE

Trigger Warnings Include: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent, canon typical violence, mentions of menstruation, mentions of pregnancy

**This was originally posted to tumblr in 2019-2022, so if anything seems familiar, don't be alarmed. It was me.

[kaminokatie]

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Your day had done rather well, Maul seemed to have a bit of an attitude but when did he not. While going through some documents for Dathomir and noticed something odd, every single deal had involved Maul and strangely they all involved someone named Savage Opress, you presumed he was the Dathomirian advisor but why would he be a man. The night sister ran the organisation right?

You walked over to Maul who was seated in an office at the end of the hall. The red Zebrak looked at you with pure annoyance “Hey Maul, I noticed something on the papers for Dathomir.” He glanced up from his computer “and that would be?” Maul always had that stern face it was quite hard to explain, the only way you could describe it was that it was the total opposite of obi wans. “Well, there’s a man named Savage Opress but I thought it was a woman owned company?” You asked a bit hesitant. 

“That would be my brother, he works for the company” he made eye contact and continued “you don’t know a thing about Dathomirs history, do you?” You were indeed a bit out of your depth. "When we go to the night sisters tomorrow, let me do the talking “ he stated “Are you satisfied with your answer?” He went back to typing “I think so.” He pointed to the door “then go.”

Maker, he was petty. Closing the door behind, you let out a long sigh. Maul could be really tiresome to be around. You heard a huffed set of laughs. Looking over to the desks, you saw Quinlan trying to hush himself and his desk friends Kit and Obi wan. 

You walked over, hardly able to keep from laughing yourself. “Did he kick you out of his office?” Obi wan questioned with a mischievous smile on his face “he did, why does he have an office anyways?” Maul sat at the back of the office normally. “He threatened Rex for it" Quinlan giggled out. “Maker, I can't imagine how bad it must be to work with him,” Kit let out with a loud sigh. 

You took a bit of offence, sure maul could be arrogant, prideful and a downright rude but he was a hard worker that just seemed a bit guarded. “It really isn’t that bad, he works really hard and we get along somewhat well!" Quinlan passed a look towards obi wan “Wouldn’t you want to work with someone else?” You thought it was a bit of a strange question. “I mean it's sometimes a bit difficult but he knows a lot of stuff about Dathomir, I don’t think anyone else would be more suited for the job. His brother even works there.” You ended with a bit of a smile. 

Rex's voice boomed from the front desk, you rushed back over to your desk. There was a man standing next to Rex that you didn’t recognise “Y/n this is is Bail Organa, HR representative and a weekly nuisance “ you were a bit taken aback by that. "I thought I planned the meeting on Monday next week, did you not get the email?” he let out a rumble laugh “I don't check emails from my branches, I thought it would be a good idea to check up on how you blended in with your peers” that was nice at least. Rex started awkwardly stepping away back to his office. He must have been uncomfortable, you thought.

Bail guided you to a nearby conference room (which really was more like a table with 6 seats). He pulled out a chair and crossed the room to sit in front of it. You took the seat. “So tell me how you’re blending in?” Bail asked “Well I'm doing rather well. My first day was a bit of a hassle but I think I’m really getting the hang of it now” you beamed. You liked your new job a lot, the hours were kind, the people were ever kinder and your pay was great. “I heard you were late a few times, may I ask why?” He looked at you nonchalantly. “Well my car broke down on my way over on that infamous first day." "Did you find a good garage?" he asked, ''Yeah , Its called MustaCar and they’re fixing up the car as we speak. It took them almost an hour to get there but they did it.” Bail looked shocked when you said MustaCar "Who was your mechanic?” He questioned a big to quickly “Anakin Skywalker.” that was one name you weren’t going to forget quickly. He nodded and smiled. “Are there any other things you would like to speak about?” You shook your head “No, not really.”

Bail shook your hand as you both left the room, you noticed that he walked over towards Obi Wan but his hologram went off before he could get there. He bid a quick sympathetic goodbye to the paper company before walking away. And your day continued as normal. 

You walked down the stairs to the parking lot to catch your ride home, 'Shaggy' the minivan. Qui Gon was standing by the beauty but Obi Wan was nowhere in sight. “Hey y/n, how was your day?” He greeted you warmly “My day was pretty great. How long do you think we need to wait on Obi Wan?” He let out a laugh “He kept talking too much so now he's running behind with his work, which means i will give him a lift later." He looked at you knowingly but of what you didn’t know. “Are you in a rush?” He asked “Yup, could you drop me off at this address? “ You had written it down back at your desk because Shaggy didn’t have a GPS. “Well then we better get going!” Qui Gon said while stepping into his car.

It didn’t take too long for you to get there. “MustaCar...” was all Qui Gon let out before bidding you goodbye and you did the same.

Stepping out of the vehicle you wave your thanks to Qui Gon before walking the short distance to MustaCar. Making your way into the reception, you are greeted by a gruff man who tells you to go out back to see your beloved Shelby. Pushing open the door you are greeted by a ball of fur curling around your legs. Bending down, you pat the sandy loth cat before spotting your shining glory. Shelby sits looking rather sad but nevertheless still beautiful. You cross the distance to her, loth cat in tow, and run your hand over her blue bonnet. 

“She won’t be done for a while you know?” the voice from beside you makes you jump out of your skin. “Didn’t mean to scare you” Anakin says smoothly, leaning on the side of shelby. You walk around the car, checking that she hasn’t acquired any scratches or dents.”I swear I haven’t damaged her one bit, my apprentice has been working on her mostly” he pauses “but don’t worry she knows what she is doing.”

You up at the apprentice, noticing his ruffled hair and rolled up sleeves. ‘Damn’ is all you think to yourself before shutting out those ideas circling your head. He was just a guy after all. With enough charm to sink a battleship. You mentally elbow yourself before speaking; “how long is a while?” “At least another few weeks, parts are difficult to ship in at the moment” He explains before shooting you a winning smile, “means I get to look at you more often if you continue to stop by.” You roll your eyes at him, maybe to make up for the feeling in your gut.

Interrupting Anakin's remarks, the loth cat wanders up to you and makes a sound that basically implies ‘attention please’. You bend down to pat it, but it gets a different idea and basically jumps onto you, luckily your reflected kick in and you manage to place your hand around it. It settles comfortably in your arms and you are able to stand back up. You hear Anakin let out a laugh. “Sorry, she’s new to the place” he says, “showed up the other day, hungry, but very friendly.” You nod, giving the animal a scratch behind its large, pointed ears.

“She is very friendly, does she have a name?” you question, looking at the creature's large, chocolatey eyes. “Snips wanted to name her Honey.” “I can see why, she is very honey coloured.” He smiles “yeah, and sickly sweet.” The cat nudges your shoulder playfully, and you scratch under its chin. “I can tell” you laugh.

“Hate to break up your bonding session” a female voice says as she walks over. You recognise her as Ahsoka, Anakin’s teenages apprentice. “But the boss wants to see you” She points an accusing finger at the man beside you. He nods before turning to face you, “I'll see you around sweetheart.” He shoots you a winning grin before he walks off inside the building. Ahsoka rolls her eyes dramatically before beginning to tell you exactly what she has been doing to your Shelby.

You are left with a strange feeling in your gut and a lot of questions to ask yourself.

So sorry this took so long. We live in different parts of the world and planning can get tricky. We will definitely finish this project anyways… We hope you enjoy <3

[voodoo-writer]

Found Family in Star Wars

What I really love about Star Wars is how much of the fandom is fully into the found family trope.

Like, lots of people may complain that Din and Grogu is the most generic trope that Disney could have gone for, but that’s how it always was. How a lot of the fandom truly sees Star Wars for.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din – «Family is more than blood».

The Vode. The biggest family you could have asked for. Thousands of overprotective for each other brothers, who are ready to make anything possible for each other. Waxer and Boil almost adopting Numa (yes please). The Bad Batch that are literally five older brothers taking care of one little sister.

True Mandalorians. Like Jaster Mereel, Kal Skirata, young Jango, Walon Wau, Mij Gilamar, Vhonte Tervho – all of them stay true to Resol'nare, be it an au with no Kamino or with it. You get 1 True Mandalorian within a radius of child in distress and now you have an angry buir ready to kill. It is literally in the marriage vows – We will raise warriors.

The Jedi Order. They have their flaws (who does not?) but they are one huge dysfunctional family. From Crèche masters, Knights, Masters, Guardians, Younglings and Padawans. They protect their own. You can say anything about «no attachment rule» but I feel like having an amazing lineage with lots of padawan-siblings, masters, uncle/aunt-masters, grandmasters that ground you must be an amazing feeling. We do know that the Jedi still fail their own in lots of ways, but like if there were no Sith and they were living not in the middle of the Republic imagine how more peaceful and truer to the code their lives would be?

The Corps. We don’t get a lot of information about them but I adore everyone who writes, shares headcanons, draws them. They are still Jedi, though they have different specializations. They give aged out younglings new purpose and they stay true to the Force. To be honest, since the Corps do not live on Coruscant I believe before 66 they were definitely even more attuned to the Force then the Order (cause again, one annoying Sheev)

The Ghost Crew. Do I even need to say anything? They are an amazing family that pulled through a lot of obstacles (and sadly losses). They all lost something even before getting together but staying together was their biggest strength.

The Opress brothers. Even though we did not get a lot of Feral in TCW we got enough of Maul and Savage. Even with all of the evilness and full sith-crazy mode they were brothers till the end. If it was not for Dooku and Sidious (and well mother Talzin and nightsisters) they would be still together and be strong.

The Original Skywalker/Solo family. Han’s and Luke’s brotherhood even before romance with Leia started. Leia and Luke bonding even before they knew they were blood family. Chewie protecting his family, even the Droids like C3PO and R2.

And the list goes on. I probably missed out on a lot of families so if you want to add some to the list – do reblog/comment!

 In the end I just want to say that even though a lot of people say that our fandom is one of the most toxic ones I still adore everyone who spends their time writing, drawing, doing cosplay – literally anything fandom related. Even if you don’t create and just read – supporting creators makes all of this worth it.

Please, continue creating more stories about any characters, any family, anything that you love in this fandom. There always will be people who will appreciate anything you do to help our fandom thrive.

[noesqape]

i feel like ppl see savage as a dog person bc maul is a cat person but i think they're wrong and the only dog person in that family is feral. if anything savage is a rodent person. he keeps crumbs + lint in his pockets for his rats