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impassioned-ships is very underrated. i promise you want to hear his star wars and pixar rants. great person, dear friend. wonderful art style.

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Your icon is violently in love with you for 5 weeks how screwed are you

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Sorry im in a mood today

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also the yimenicelist is a bad idea

Also why are we still using yume i know most of us are white

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oh boy a self ship tag meme is going around this wont bode wll for my rsd

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I realize I never posted a version of this with fixed updated lighting. Again, this is based off "The Kiss" painting, with clothing details changed to fit their backgrounds.

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You ever just see your beloveds face on a waffle and can't stop laughing at it for 4 months. anyway happy revenge of the 6th.

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Relaxing has a learning curve to it.

Redraw of this picture:

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Sometimes I wonder, with all that M.aul has been through in his most formative years, with all of S.idious' mind games he played to make him into a perfect angry vengeful dominating killer, how could he possibly love someone? Sometimes I feel a bit unrealistic. You see him several times show clear signs of wanting connection only for his nurture to get the better of him and use manipulation tactics and lies. The kindest he ever was was towards his mother in the comic based on the deleted arc. I do a lot of thinking to try to make things as feasible as possible, but sometimes I just feel silly. I saw him have the potential to become more vulnerable in r.ebels and i explored that further. I thought long and hard about this but is it just wishful thinking?

Then again there are people who ship to am or harley sawyer, so many hateful cold hearted villains, and some people i've seen ship to m.aul which soften him more than i have, and even give him children. I do not trust this man to be a parent or even take care of a gerbil. But i digress. maybe I'm overthinking this.

I could give more explanation into how I write his love under the cut. Also brief mentions of intimacy so no minors please

He's very much at war with himeself about it. Both he and Zed get into their little hush hush situationship for selfish desires. He likes the attention and loyalty and they like the job security. He gets feelings. He's dissociated from the more romantic things he feels. He sees them as a parasite at first. But he keeps playing with fire. He thinks he can be in control. And he's on top of the galaxy for a while. he thinks he's doing very well of himself.

And then his old master finds him. And then his family is murdered in front of him.

In some ways hes more closed off, in others, more vulnerable. He shuts out everyone for a while, but eventually lets zed back in, and only zed. He's a little needy in a way he can't admit to himself. Eventually his perception on love starts teetering between a parasite in his head and this thing that was denied him by the people he's at odds with. He followed s.idious' orders for so long and I think after the comic is when he starts feeling more spiteful.

He doesn't love normally. Neither does zed but especially not him. Very much anxious-avoidant, very much antisocial, very much paranoid and guarded. In the moments he'll be more vulnerable is when he's either painfully exhausted or intimate. The whole intimacy angle is another can of worms, and very symbolic of how he always seems to become prey to his need for connection. In that lack of strength, he can't help himself. he lets himself be weak because he knows Zed adores him. He can sense that. So he feels secure enough to at least do that much. As soft as he is it'll always be a bit selfish, and as selfish as he is it'll always be a bit soft. I don't like writing abusive couples. I just don't think I have to entertain that. He feels Zed's emotions. He's come to like their feelings of love and pleasure. Even if he doesn't indulge in it all the time he'll find it intriguing. He finds it intriguing in general how they keep following him, because he feels like it should have warranted being soft and sweet. Not in a low self esteem sort of way. He just doesn't get it. He can't bring himself to hurt them as he's done others. So when he's feeling very aggro and tormented he'll push them away and call for alone time. It still makes Zed pretty sad. It even frustrates him. One time he tries to spar with them and teach them some of what he knows, and it ends with them so exhausted that they pass out. He actually starts to feel remorse when he takes notice how he runs themself ragged. Not really any introspection, but with extra care to Zed. He finds himself showing phsycial affection almost absentmindedly.

He's also very choosy about touch. He's had...a lof of bad phsycical experiences, so it takes a while for him to let himself be touched, and ONLY by Zed. They're aware of this. they're aware of everything. Zed eventually discovers that they're just force sensitive enough to be able to sense things, and, in spite of M.auls innitial excitement, once Zed puts two and two together that they were sensing his kinder softer emotions, he pulls away again in horror. He'll come around again. I have scenarios and things. The rudamentary but indirect confession of feelings via mental breakdown for example. But this post is getting too busy.

R.ebels is interesting, as, 1, I haven't watched it in full though know the general synopsis, and 2, this interesting thing happens with M.aul where he becomes more vulnerable but even more driven by revenge. Zed can start to see a sensitive side but also this hellbent insanity on holding onto his past. Upon being marooned he starts to show slight sings of being softer but after a while being deprived of basic needs and most importantly revenge, he starts slipping. He keeps moving forward and Zed just....stops. By the end of his appearances they've had enough. They depart from each other, and he realizes what he's been casting aside a little too late. But my alternate endings(mostly deaths) i have for him would take up even more space. If this post does decently and I find some semblance of an audience I might just talk about it. maybe if I'm insane enough. This is basically why I named the ship "love on our own terms". because they just...they love as well as they can. They certainly could have loved each other better in another universe.

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wishful thinking au where he lives and zed cleans him off and takes off the nasty gloves that probably are very sweaty and gross and fixes the holes in his legs also he's drawn in the Art Style I Like Better and they're just very tired for the rest of their lives

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MINORS DNI THERE'S A NSFW DRABBLE BELOW

this was the farthest they ever got during the c.lone w.ars era unfortunately. i wrote this cause i really need to grab d.arth m.aul's tits but i can't so all i can do is write. not too graphically spicy because i'm not confident enough to write that right now

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I finally finished this. M.aul has this sort of breakdown. Why is Zed still here, why aren't they dead yet, all that, everything that's happened to him, crashing down. He screams, sinking to the ground, quietly weeping. He's humiliated. He thinks he's finally chased Zed off and he can just be alone and wallow in vengeance. He feels a hand on his shoulder. An embrace. They look kindly down at him. They nuzzle into his back. A whisper. "I love you."

Their partnership not just about revenge anymore.

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It has come to my attention that on a few pictures ive forgotten the little triangles above maul's eyes in some pictures and now i want to eat drywall

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An Expected Alliance

Ship: Darth Maul x Zed Kier Rating: PG(Mentions of death, cyborg operation, bad buys being bad guys) Summary: Zed currently works as the technician of the terrorist organization of Death Watch. When two familiar Siths are retrieved from space, they must decide how to evaluate the situation they're in.

There was a pivotal task that lay ahead of Death Watch’s newest technician, Zed Kier. They were quickly valued for their skills manufacturing weapons, repairing ships and droids, as well as overseeing the maintenance that those droids perform. Zed took great pride in their work, so when two seemingly unknown lightsaber-weilding Zabraks were retrieved from an escape pod drifting through space, they were in good hands. 

Zed mostly kept to themself, glued to their work. One could assume that perhaps it could have been because they didn’t care for people in general, and had trouble connecting with others, but one had to have wondered why that was. They showed up to the terrorist organization of Death Watch one day, unknown to them, offering their skills and sharing their heritage. Others would ask around, and get no answer. They knew they’d have a target on their head after a while, so this work ahead of them was important. No one could know that they were a fallen Jedi.

They were taken from their home world and raised by the order, leaving without a trace, not too long before the clone wars began. They had heard word get around about the return of the sith, but for some time, the word had spread about the nightbrothers causing chaos among the galaxy, the one who killed Qui-Gon Jin. There was a possibility of resurrection in the back of their mind, every time they caught mention of it. So when they confronted the sight of the red nightbrother caught their gaze, lightsaber at his feet, they were jolted with the revelation that this was the man who made the presence of the Sith known to the galaxy–Darth Maul.

It was only a matter of time where they’d have to confront their past. Now, however, they were clinging to life, and Zed was tasked with revitalizing them. They were unsure how to feel, whether to dread this, or take advantage. It all depended on what would happen when he would awaken.

They were both in very concerning states. The yellow one was missing an arm, and the prosthetic process wouldn’t be too complicated.  Maul was proportionally shorter than the yellow one, but with mechanical legs that elevated him. His lower half was very perplexing, rudimentary yet sophisticated and complex. They couldn’t simply find replacement parts for these kinds of legs, and, considering his vulnerable physical state, they determined a complete refurbishment was needed. It was a careful task. In order to preserve his life, they had to open up his lower half, rebuilding over the framework. Eventually, they needed the consultation of the medic in order to complete the lower torso, to make sure he could have functioning mechanical organs. The process was beginning to resemble that of a surgery. Soon enough, they were able to construct the actual legs, and they could shift focus back to their specialty.

Zed could practically feel the force radiating through the both of them, powerful in the dark side. Maul had this stronger energy about him, but not simply in his power. There was something aching about the dark side inside of him. Considering the last time he was mentioned among the walls of the Jedi temple, they could only imagine. With every plate removed, a green, misty dark side energy would emanate. He would move and twitch, wincing in pain, trying to wake up, but still too weak to do so. It was, in a way, interesting to see up close the Sith menace who was whispered through the halls of the Jedi temple, the one to have slain a Jedi in so long. He was as described, though, after their experiences in the jedi temple, his was almost a legendary visage to them. The stark red and black, the horns that crowned his head. Sometimes his eyes would flicker open and Zed would be met with a split-second fiery glimpse of a Sith. Regardless, they worked, the challenge of this feat motivating, burying themself in their work. 

Just as they began putting the finishing touches on his lower half, his eyes began to flicker open more strongly. They could sense him regaining consciousness, so they alerted the leader, Pre Vizsla, immediately. As he woke up, he found Zed returning with their leader and Bo-Katan. His reluctant saviors. He peered at them for a moment until Pre Vizsla addressed him. They could sense the force within each other. His burning gaze sent a chill down their spine. 

The leader probed him with questions. He was very guarded and intense, giving only necessary information. The yellow one was his brother, also a Sith, both having been sabotaged by Obi-Wan Kenobi once more. They knew they’d have to be strategic with their interactions with him. The other Death Watch members would leave eventually. Vizsla was interested in a partnership, and Zed would be observant in how it panned out.

Zed felt the tension between the both of them as they finished Maul’s legs. He looked on, letting them finish. They continued with the utmost care they always did on their machines, for it was at least a distraction from his awareness. Thankfully they completed the finishing touches, and he was escorted to talk with Pre Vizsla, who formed an alliance with him.

Now working on his brother's arm, she felt Maul return to the tent. 

“You are strong with the force,” he spoke, a chill brushing through the top of zed’s spine.

“You are Darth Maul.” they confronted. 

“Yes….I presume you are not Jedi.”

“No,” they said sharply, the question igniting that long running sting of resentment, visible in the scowl on their face. “Former Jedi.” Zed’s hatred was potent, so was their opportunism. This intrigued Maul. 

“If not Jedi,” he inquired, “Then what is your allegiance?”

“I'm still figuring that out,” Zed retorted. 

“With all your power…why do you stay here?”

“Long story. Waiting for an opportunity.” 

“That may come in time.” 

They glanced leerily over at the droid welding the brothers arm. “What did you discuss with Pre Vizsla?” 

“The possibility of an alliance. A necessity to fulfill my vision. I have a proposition for you, should you accept it.”

“A little forward on your first day back in the land of the living,” they poked, “What proposition would that be?” Just then, Zed’s superiors walked into the tent. Maul introduced himself, and his brother, Savage. It seemed an alliance between Death Watch and the two Sith brothers was underway, though Zed held skepticism as to how long it would last. 

After their first meeting was discussed, Zed would be the first to approach him, wracked with anxious curiosity.

“I.. never got an answer about your proposal.”

“You wish for an opportunity, do you not? You are strong in the force. You don't need to serve under Pre Vizsla much longer.”

“I want to know how you're going to be any different.”

“You have come for a reason. The Jedi have failed you haven't they? Surely that's why you approach me now.”

“My connection to the dark side is growing stronger. The Jedi….I want them to pay. We have a common goal.”

“Zed,”Maul addressed them,”I can guide you to use the dark side to your advantage.”

“Yeah, I have a few stipulations about that..” Zed snapped. “First of all, it looks like you already have a padawan there.”

“Apprentice,” Maul corrected.

“Yeah, that. Apprentice. I can offer my skills as an assistant, and continue to be your technician. I'm no ‘student’.” There was a bite to Zed. An audacity. Still, they wished to cooperate. Their audacity and bute suggested an inner anger inside of them, and Maul found this beneficial, and strangely endearing. Endeared. A strange sensation for him to feel, but for a half second. He would think nothing of it. 

“Very well,” Maul agreed, “I suggest you not hide your true identity much longer.”

“I'll bide my time, for the right moment. My specialty is in stealth.” 

“Impressive.”

Their negotiation went better than Zed thought. Perhaps they found Maul reasonable, in spite of the apprehension sensed in his heart, or rather, the hum of his voice solidified a smoother agreement. 

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concept. your strong fictional other, who’s treated as the one to rely on (maybe they’re the leader, or maybe they‘re the most physical) learning to rely on you. they come to you with problems they can’t tell anybody else, and you cradle their face in your hands. they melt into your touch.

you’re the only one to treat them gently, and they love you for that.

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Man, I've been sketching these two NON-STOP!! I love my sillies so freaking much 😭💖💖 it's been really fun to play with more dynamic posing as well as experimenting with a new brush to lay down some greyscale values!

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