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SecUnit armour should attach directly to anchor points on the construct. If you're building something designed to wear armour then including couplings for it just makes sense. A human should not physically be able to wear SecUnit armour not because it's too heavy (though it probably would be too heavy/cumbersome to move well in) but because it doesn't have straps and buckles or lock to itself like human armour does: it clips onto the underlying foundation (the SecUnit).

It's disposable plating meant to take hits and then be replaced, but it's also an extension of the construct's body.

I have a lot of Feelings about Murderbot and its armour, how terribly it misses its opaque faceplate and how naked and vulnerable it feels every time it goes into combat without it. How in System Collapse it feels weird about taking Three's armour, and whether that's an extension on how it feels about armour in general, taking Three's specifically, or its evolving feelings about being expected to charge into combat in the first place. It's a component Murderbot lost early on and has never been able to replace, an exoskeleton it's struggling to learn to live without even as the humans around it don't even register it as a loss.

I think it's pretty likely that given the choice, it would generally prefer to chill in the argument lounge in full armour with its faceplate opaqued. Without that option it's been forced out of its comfort zone and has connected with its humans in a way that Mensah correctly predicted it never would have otherwise, which. Yay. But now it's done all this hard work and uncomfortable growth I hope eventually it gets its comfortable shell back.

Not to wear all of the time, because ART's crew uniforms are very soft and don't have seams or logos that it doesn't like, and ART's argument lounge and Preservation Station are safe places where it can be around humans without needing it. But next time shit hits the fan I hope ART gets to do a dramatic reveal of the bleeding edge armour it contacted the PSUMNT AI that has a special interest in materials science to make. It upgraded its fabrication units to be able to build it. It hacked Company blueprints to get a design schematic to scoff at and then improve. It's got the stealth coating they lifted from the NE hostiles. It's got extra data storage and processors tucked in there big enough to carry an ART partition. It comes with a whole fleet of matching drones. It's Perihelion blue. You can't buy armour this good (who would ever spend this much to protect a construct?), but it would hypothetically cost more than a fully kitted-out brand-new top-of-the-line CombatUnit. ART paid for it out of its own accounts and will not be taking questions about PSUMNT mission budgets at this time.

The wall retracts to reveal a secret armoury like in a spy movie, complete with theme music and coloured lighting, both because ART is Extra and because it knows that Murderbot has some mixed feelings about armour and having nice things. Giving it cheesy melodramatic presentation to nitpick and protest over will be comforting, even as they both unironically enjoy the homage to the episode of Timestream Defenders Orion with the chrono-displaced space knights.

This got away from me, but tl;dr: let the awkward turtle have its shell back!

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wet cat bond and Q dealing with him for @halfbaked00q !!

thank you for commissioning me :DDD

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thinking about. Q finding Bond sitting morosely at a bar after M's funeral, nursing an alcohol and with a mystery number already under his belt (he is actually only on his second or maybe even only his first.. he is too depressed in that moment to even drink :c)

sitting down wordlessly next to Bond, ordering his own drink and similarly nursing it- he senses that Bond isn't up for conversation or even company, but that there is still something reassuring about a familiar steady presence stolidly keeping a sort of mutual vigil at his elbow.

time ticks by and it starts getting late but Bond remains in place, unmovingly. Q lets out a gentle sigh - nonjudgmental, simply a susurrus of warm breath - and, slowly, telegraphing his movements, gets up from the stool. He lays a gentle hand on Bond's elbow (Bond registering the gentle pressure with a shock to his system- a sudden firm tether to a careening kite in a maelstrom), and tilts his head towards the door.

Wordlessly, Bond follows him up. Drifts close by like a helium balloon as Q settles the tab. Trails him back home, slowly but surely like a wary leashed shelter dog.

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the mean name of an actor to play the doctor probably averages out to peter mcbaker

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How Not to Die in Potions Class: A Surviving Student’s Guide

Spoiler: You probably won’t.

🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Foundations of Fear & Minor Explosions

Year 1 – Introduction to Utter Silence

The only subject where crying is graded—and deducted.

Lesson Highlights:

Don’t speak. Don’t smile. Ever.

Identification of basic ingredients while being glared at.

Take notes without breathing too loud.

Learn to stir clockwise while rethinking your life.

Midterm: Stir clockwise without crying. Final Exam: Brew a basic Cure for Boils while resisting the urge to die.

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Developing Terror & Cauldron Confidence

Year 2 – Brewing Under Duress

Attendance mandatory. Joy optional. Dignity not guaranteed.

Lesson Highlights:

Handling volatile ingredients without friends or emotional support.

Safety goggles are for the weak.

When to duck.

Midterm: Identify 12 poisons using only scent and existential dread. Final: Draught of Peace. You may not consume your own.

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Read At Your Own Risk

Year 3 – Intermediate Brewing & Disappointment

Side effects may include terror, talent, and emotional suppression.

Lesson Highlights:

Personal failure as a teaching tool.

Essays annotated in red ink and contempt.

Why you are not clever enough for Wolfsbane.

Midterm: Brewing a Shrinking Solution without shrinking your pride. Final: Group project with someone you loathe.

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Now With Less Mercy

Year 4 – Precision & Passive Aggression

Same dread. New term.

Lesson Highlights:

Brewing for accuracy while being judged.

Passive insults in constructive feedback.

Ingredients that mirror your emotional instability.

Midterm: Befriend your cauldron. It’s the only one who listens. Final: Veritaserum attempt. Tell no one you tried.

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Advanced Fear & Consequences

Year 5 – Brewing with Burdens

Still no joy. Still no praise.

Lesson Highlights:

The art of silence in a room full of Gryffindors.

Polyjuice Potion theory (you are not approved to attempt).

Evaluating the weight of your regrets via potion.

Midterm: Complex antidotes under emotionally manipulative instruction. Final: Calming Draught, brewed under duress (yours).

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: Survival is Extra Credit

Year 6 – Selective Privilege & Academic Fear

And you’re still behind.

Lesson Highlights:

Welcome to N.E.W.T. level. You probably won’t survive.

Ingredient theory—what separates “gifted” from “lucky.”

Brewing as battle strategy.

Midterm: Felix Felicis theory and why you don’t deserve it. Final: Draught of Living Death. Brew it, don’t drink it. Unless.

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🖤 Snape’s Syllabus: The Unforgivable Term

Year 7 – Mastery, Misery & That One Look

You’re not here for learning. You’re here for war.

Lesson Highlights:

Brewing under moral ambiguity.

Healing potions and the cost of saving lives.

Ethics? Discuss with someone softer.

Midterm: Create your own potion. Defend it with your life. Final: Surprise. It’s not the potion you’re being graded on. It’s who you’ve become.

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To those who survived all seven years:

You may now identify poisons by scent, assess a Gryffindor’s intellect in under five seconds, and brew under duress with your eyes closed.

Congratulations. You are not unscarred.

Should you experience recurring nightmares involving cauldrons, parchment margins, or a voice deducting house points for existing, do not contact the school.

We did warn you.

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Part 4 (of my Good Boy series)

As they step into the showers, Q starts a little privacy algorithm he has planted earlier in the video surveillance. Immediately, there is a flurry of activity in his earpiece.

“Q, report! What is going on?”, M demands furiously.

“I think we have established that James is not a danger to me”, Q replies calmly. “So I decided a bit of privacy was in order.”

“We will have words about this, Quartermaster!”

“Of course.”, Q agrees, amused, watching James pad around the open area between the showers, sniffing curiously. “Later.” He has things to do first.

Q rolls up his sleeves and takes one of the long, flexible shower heads. That should do nicely. He sets the water temperature to lukewarm. James comes over eagerly and puts his snout into the stream, liking the water with gusto. Droplets of water are hanging in the fine fur around his nose and Q has to suppress the urge to touch him freely.

They had lost contact with James 12 days and 15 hours ago. Q was not on the line with him, they had managed to complete the mission and the agent had retired into his hotel room, ready to sleep and relax. The next thing Q knew was that nobody had been able to establish contact with 007 and a frantic search had begun. Q had barely slept, had poured every brain cell he had into a desperate search stretching multiple countries.

And now James was back. Changed, but alive. Monstrous, potentially a danger to his own agency. Q could not have cared less.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get you smelling less like roadkill, shall we?” He ups the water flow and directs it onto the shaggy head and the massive shoulders. The water begins soaking the silver blond fur, plastering it to the skin. Bond’s massive form seems to shrink for a moment. He turns his head, looking over his shoulder. Watching Q direct the water along his back toward the long tail.

Grime, dirt and blood begins to seep out of the fur. Q frowns thoughtfully. “I guess water alone will not suffice.”, he murmurs. Luckily, there is a stash of different shampoos and soaps lined up on a shelf. It’s not Bond’s preferred brand, but it will have to do.

James tilts his head, looking kind of cute for a gigantic wet beast equipped with rows of razor sharp teeth. Q tries not think about it. He grabs one bottle and pops it open. The shampoo smells faintly of mint. Good enough, he decides and unceremoniously dumps half the bottle over the shaggy back. At some point he will have to get a haircut. Q wonders idly if Bond sheds.

Water splashes around big paws as James skitters sideways, away from Q’s hands. The Quartermaster lifts a brow. “Seriously, James?”

Big blue eyes look at him with an impish glint.

“Don’t you dare.” Q burrows his fingers in the thick fur and begins scrubbing. Foam and suds turn gray and brown before dripping onto the tiles, making the floor slippery. Bond stands still under his hands, occasionally heaving a big sigh as if bored by the whole ordeal.

Underneath the fur, the muscles are warm and tense. Q does his best to massage some of the tension out, working slowly up towards the shaggy mane. The tangled mess that is Bond’s neck ruff will need to be brushed out and Q makes a mental note to come back to that later. His fingers encounter the ears, scratching reflexively behind them like he would with his cats.

A strange noise erupts from James throat, like a yelp. Q chuckles at that and mindlessly pets the big head, ignoring the accusing glance.

“Stop whining, you big furball. I am almost done. Just have to rinse you.” It takes some time, but finally, the water runs clear and Q shuts of the shower. He looks around for towels, but Agent Bond’s capacity for civil behavior seems to have run dry. The creature splays his feet and begins to shake. Q has no way to hide and no quick escape route. He gets drenched.

When the torrent subsides, Q takes of his glasses, looking at his Agent with a cool, unimpressed glance. He has no dry sleeve with which to clean his glasses, so he hooks them into the front pocket. “You are a beast.”, he admonishes Bond sternly. “Unruly and savage. I have no idea why I even try.”

Bond huffs and yawns widely, showing of impressive rows of teeth.

“Oh, do you need those brushed as well?”, Q asks sweetly and Bond hastily snaps his maw shut, probably worried Q will scrub his mouth with soap. Q wouldn’t, but James does not need to know that.

“Come, You are dry enough for the moment.” It would probably take half an hour, if not more, to towel dry the damp creature. “Let’s see if we have something to eat for you, then I will try to brush that ridiculous mane of yours.”

At the promise of food, James head lifts and he scampers over to Q’s side, grumbling excitedly. Q can’t help but pet his fur, silky and slick with water. “Behave! I will not have you terrorize whoever was kind enough to bring food for you, alright?”

James gives a strange noise as answer, a cross between a yowl and a chirp. Q takes this as consent and leads him out of the bathroom. James follows at his heels, head at the hight of Q’s hips. Like the good boy Q knew he would be.

..........Q giving Bond a spa day but like. the way pet owners give their beloved pets spa days, lmao..........

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ABO

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Just had a terrifying cryptid idea

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It’s 2025. BBC Sherlock ended 8 years ago. The last season was so bad the fans didn’t even want to talk about it when it came out. Occasionally a post resurfaces where we all laugh at struggling to plug our phones in and being called alcoholics. Every time, there are more and more people in the comments who don’t get the joke. There are two currently airing Sherlock Holmes audio dramas that feature both a canon romantic relationship between Holmes and Watson and multiple other queer characters (some of whom are even female). There’s an adorable crowdfunded short film where Watson plans Holmes’ birthday party and they flirt with each other, share a bed, and kiss on the mouth. A video game about retired beekeeper Holmes just released where he arranges a romantic picnic so he can finally tell Watson how he feels. A popular graphic novelist just released the first part of a queer comic book retelling of the complete Holmes canon and had to do several rounds of preorders because she kept selling out too fast. Sherlock is garbage and here’s why has 15 million views on YouTube. Nature is healing. ❤️🐝

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I wish so desperately there had been a canon thing where Q was the one who had to ask Bond to help him investigate some off-the-books stuff and join Q in undertaking a definitely-not-approved-by-Mallory mission.

Bond would've been so happy. It would've been like Christmas for him. Old dog with his ears perked up, tail wagging, excitedly trotting off to Do An Unauthorized Mission with Q!

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The time has come!! Claim your art prompt now! Sign ups will close June 3rd, artwork not due until the last week of July! Multiple people can claim the same prompt, just let us know which one, or if you will be self prompting!

Keep an eye peeled here for a reminder in June about your work for this fest!

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Theme includes red and green, and Tomarry, or Harrymort in the fashion you choose!

This Tomarrymort fest will be open for creating art that depicts any relationship between Tom,Harry,Voldemort, including beloved Dadmort or Harry raising Tom.

Following server rules, the only restrictions are no sexual content for characters under 14, and no AI generated work.

Our intention is to promote your art! So when you post it at the end of the fest we’ll share it where you post (tumblr, twitter, bluesky) as well as a masterpost here on tumblr with a blurb of what you’d like to tell the audience about your work!

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Circling him

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Here it is!

The master list to the 2025 Quantum Quill Festival. Thank you to all those who participated. We hope you had a fun time and can't wait to see you next year! For those of you who have been waiting, enjoy the late night reading 😉

Link to ao3 collection page

On the road to Baldur's Gate

ChemFreak

Summary:

A misstep in the department of mysteries transports Harry and Voldemort into a strange world. How will they get home? How will they manage to survive - this dangerous new world and each other?

Stay here, in this Moment

eli_monte

Summary:

Death was the end of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Harry Potter, though, wasn't done with him, yet.

wrong cauldron

eleven_eaves

Summary:

At the moment of his resurrection in the Little Hangleton graveyard, Voldemort finally has Harry Potter at his mercy. Disarmed, and bound to his father’s gravestone. Exactly where he wants him. Except— —except, the boy does not gaze upon him with barely contained lust and breathless desire. His dark pupils do not expand in arousal and grow to fill the span of those jewel-green irises. Impossible. Unimaginable. Something is not quite right. Not at all. OR Omega Voldemort gets transported to the regular canon universe where there are no other Alphas or Omegas to be found.

all the things yet to come (are the things that have passed)

noctelier

Summary:

Not naming names, but someone’s rogue curse during the battle at the Department of Mysteries got both Harry and Voldemort shot through time to 2018—and for the record, Harry certainly wasn’t the one attacking Voldemort. 2018 is strange because with it comes Evan, a green-eyed man who swears he’ll get them home. 1996 is even stranger when they return to it because Evan is there now too, only he’s a baby. Strangest of all, this becomes Harry and Voldemort’s problem, as it seems he is their baby. This changes some things. (This changes everything.)

honey water

houndsofheaven

Summary:

Harry Potter likes to stick to what he's good at, fighting Dark Wizards. His love life has been largely unsuccessful, he's terrible at playing the political game, and he sure as hell doesn't know how to dance. Then, he dies and wakes up in a completely different world. Now, he's no longer Harry Potter, Head Auror, and celebrated Dark Lord Slayer. He is Hadrian Potter, a member of Emperor Thomas Slytherin's harem. Harry is completely over his head and completely unsuitable for this role. Yet, the Emperor wants him anyway.

A Cat Named Tom

Alissia

Summary:

Bright white light sluices through Voldemort's eyes and he squeezes them shut again with a hiss, only to open them once again in confusion. His already high voice sounds higher. He’s in a bedroom. Why is he in a bedroom? And why is everything so …

Large?

Lord Voldemort had always been tall, and this had not changed in his final form. His fearsome height had only increased.

He stares around, examining his surroundings, only to then scream. Or rather, yowl.

Staring straight back at him in repelled horror, in a large wardrobe mirror, is a cat.

A skeleton white, skeletal, hairless, wide-eyed, red-pupilled cat.

After his 'death', Voldemort wakes up as a cat. Incredibly, this isn't the worst part of his ordeal. The worst part is the identity of his new owner.

The Lost Boy

ChemFreak

Summary:

After his first year at Hogwarts, a summer full of misery looms over Harry's head. Before leaving platform 9 ¾ at King’s Cross, he desperately wishes to go somewhere else, somewhere safe… and magic hears his wish.

Reflections in a blood red mirror

ChemFreak

Summary:

Voldemort unexpectedly finds himself in a difficult situation and has to defend himself against a seemingly overwhelming enemy with the help of a small group of allies. Will he succeed in freeing Harry Potter from the vampire’s greedy clutches before it’s too late?

The Thing Is

Chaos_Bear

Summary:

Harry Potter wakes up in a flat he doesn’t recognize, with a pounding headache, no pants, and photos of a life he doesn’t remember living. Across town, Tom Riddle is having the best morning in a long time—mainly because he’s hot again, owns a charming antiques shop, and no one's tried to Avada him in days. Neither knows how they got here, but one thing is clear—this ain't Kansas anymore. In a universe where they were never quite enemies, Harry and Tom stumble through awkward department store reunions, inconvenient Horcrux revelations, and the quiet intimacy of a life they were never supposed to have but might just fight to keep. It's magic, chaos, and a complicated rom com romance—because falling for the person who tried to murder you is, frankly, a terrible idea.

Please Be There (when I open my eyes)

ChemFreak, dystopianRebel, SquibNation10

Summary:

While in the throes of battle, Harry and Voldemort are magically catapulted into the past. When they awaken in bodies that aren’t their own, they must adapt to the world around them. Harry has to choose his fights wisely as frustrating expectations are thrust upon him by pureblood society, while Voldemort uses his cunning to make use of the position he’s gained. Both will discover new things about themselves, but will the pair be enough to weather the tide crashing against the shores of Wizarding Britain?

Run Harry, run!

SquibNation10

Summary:

Harry wakes up in a metal box filled with crates of supplies, remembering nothing but his name. He’s not alone. Above him lies a strange world — a closed-off clearing called the Glade, where a community of lost boys lives under strict rules. The only way out is through the Maze. But there's a catch: it must be run at night, when the monstrous creatures that guard it are less likely to hunt. As Harry struggles to adapt, he begins to find his place — but while he wants to join the runners, the others don't trust him enough to earn that role. Everything changes when the next Box arrives. Inside is a new boy: Tom. Unconscious, cryptic, and marked with a note pinned to his chest: This is the last time. He wakes remembering one thing, more than his name, "Harry."

soul, refracted by Lytri for StolenViolet

Harry wakes up on top of a dead man, in the body of his parallel self, and he’s pretty—definitely—sure that his counterpart killed him. What’s worse, a Dark Lord who goes by the name ‘Voldemort’ is on the rise, and none other than Tom Riddle—Minister for Magic—has tasked Harry with tracking him down. (It didn’t help that something was very wrong with his body, and everyone had a strange fondness for calling each other by Greek letters).

The Good Place

RiverXSong

Summary:

Written for the Quantum Quill 2025 fest! On the 2nd of May, 1998, Voldemort engaged in battle with Harry Potter. Following defeat after shameful defeat, he met the Boy-Who-Lived one final time in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, fired the Killing Curse, and closed his eyes... When they opened, he found himself reading just three words: "Everything is Fine." AKA, The Good Place AU no one asked for.

from the shadows

zadezy

Summary:

Harry's life was first turned upside down at fifteen. After seven years of trying to adapt, and almost succeeding, it is flipped once again. -- Or Harry's life gets disrupted when a certain ghost from his past pays him a visit.

Murderous Children

xStrawberry_Jams

Summary:

The Elflings they have discovered are the most curious of beings. They act as if they are responsible for far more than their small bodies can handle, they speak as if they are fully grown, and they have unusual habits that the Elves can't seem to break. If that was all, they would not be concerned. However, after at first seeming to enjoy each other's company, the Elflings are now at each others' throats, and the Elves have no idea what to do! ++++++++++++++ Tom and Harry transmigrate to Middle Earth after their respective deaths, into the bodies of two Elflings!

Vis Amoris

stregadellaluna

Summary:

“Harry," Dumbledore said, "that thing is not what it seems- it is a parasite. I fear you will not live long if you continue to protect it as you are." He turned back to Dumbledore, the rolling black clouds of steam from the train drifting through, and stood his ground. “Killing it isn’t the answer,” Harry told him shortly. “There is power in love, though. You taught me that.”

Just a bite.

Ballzz

Summary:

Harry Potter was declared, largely against his will, as the saviour of Britain's CCG branch. At only 19, he had risen through the ranks to Special Class Invesigator and been made leader of the controversial Quinx squad. They believed he would be the one to bring down The Death Eaters, an organised ghoul group that had been tormenting Britain for decades, and by extension Voldemort himself. Or he would have. If only they'd gotten to him in time.

Who let the snakes out?

ChemFreak

Summary:

Harry ducked into a small booth, breathing heavily. What a disaster! When Hermione had asked him to accompany her, to see the new tourism project Lucius Malfoy had launched on a small island off the Scottish coast, he hadn't realised how dramatically awry the day would go. In all fairness, he had to admit that probably no one had expected this. The security measures had seemed fine! And now it was too late and they were trapped on a remote island with magical beasts running rampant.

Nourished Souls on Privet Drive

Laserswordtraining

Summary:

Transported into another universe, Harry finds himself as a child being taken care of by his older self, well, the horcrux with his lightning scar. Harry’s memories of his previous life fade, and all Harry knows is Tom, their connection and the home they’ve built within the walls of Privet Drive. Climbing back into the cupboard and taking on his human form takes more strength than either of them realize, but replying to that letter is the most important thing Harry can do.

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It’s so funny that the Official murderbot art always has it in armor even though its biggest complaint after the first book is God Damn I Miss My Armor That Protects Me From Bullets And Having To Think About Facial Expressions This Sucks So Bad.

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So many Discworld fans say things like “I relate most to Vimes” to “I see myself in Granny Weatherwax” but stop lying, every other Discworld fan I’ve met is clearly channelling Constable Visit the Infidel With Explanatory Pamphlets in their enthusiasm to whip out reading order charts and explain to strangers why they should convert to Omnianism read Discworld. 

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Love this continuous thing of giving morally gray or bad characters a force sensitive child

I hope they get Maul next

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castle dracula arc my beloved

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