#sith master

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a gift for the awesome @nicolabarth :]

(in the spirit of asajj i have used that one program on the image that makes it a little, shall we say, poisonous. 😉 what damage a lovely purple flower can do.)

[professorambrius]

Happy Birthday, Ian McDiarmid

Happy Birthday to Ian McDiarmid who turns 80 years young.

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[neavdeadwood]

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Neav Deadwood

Birth name

Neav Revata

Faction Rank

Sith Master

Affiliation

The Sith Imperium

Revata Family

Age

Forty-six

Species

Human

Height

5'6"

Weight

110 lbs

Eye Color

Hazel

Hair Color

Brown

Birthworld

Corellia

Ex's

Nathaniel Deadwood (D)

(Ex)

Alistair Starkiller

Husband

None

Children

Leto Deadwood

Ennel Litherru

(stepdaughter)

Raven Starkiller

Ciaran Starkiller

Zane Starkiller

Father

Brendan Revata

Mother

Alexandra Revata

Sisters

Leentje Fiore

Fable Revata

Amalia Braska

Masters

Darth Zeta

Jade Davrog

Ket Limelight

Tempist Opps

Maize Wayne

Athena Somir

Students

Kyle Fiore

Ciaran Starkiller

Yaran Somir

History

The Senator's Daughter

Born and raised a Senator's daughter on Corellia, Neav's life was filled with social gatherings and her mother trying to marry her off. Neav in her eyes unfortunately grew up with her older sister Leentje Fiore and younger sister Fable. Her sister became best friends with the girl next door, Adrianna Ultron . Neav always thought there was something wrong with the girl next door, but couldn't place it. When they would play together, Adrianna would some how be able to throw off Neav when playing hide and seek.

Sith Legacy

It came to her attention as she grew older that her grandfather on her father's side was a Sith Master. He trained her in the ways of the Darkside of the Force without the permission of her father. They did not get far into their training when at the age of 18 Neav was approached by one of her grandfather's friend's advising her that he had died in battle against the Jedi. He had made the promise to her that he would hand deliver his saber that had been handed down for generations in their family to Neav. Unfortunately the raven haired girl's father Brendan was behind the door while the conversation was taking place. Immediately he took possession of the light saber and stashed it where his youngest daughter would not be able to locate it.

Being the manipulative and favored one of the two with their mother, Neav spoke with Alexandra enough for her mother to accidentally divulge the location of the saber. Now that she knew she only need obtain it from her father's office in a hollowed out book. That would pose no problem whatsoever.

Their parents frequently went on vacations with the Ultrons. When they'd finally left for Mon Calamari for a cruise, Neav purposefully left her holo homework from Corellia University in the office to have an excuse for the butler to open the door for her. When the butler opened the door, Neav pretended to be rifling through everything looking for the homework. While waiting for her, he grew bored and left. Neav finally began looking through all the books, finding the one she was looking for. Pulling out the saber and her homework, Neav in turn locked the door and left the home with a few bags.

Training with Darth Zeta

At age 20, she snuck on Adrianna Ultron's ship The Tide to Dantooine. Finding her own way to Mount Courdo where the Sith were located, was a hard and long road, but she finally arrived and then met Darth Zeta who began her training as she climed

the ranks to become a Sith Knight within The Sith Empire. Upon her promotion she was presented with a dagger by her Master.

Nathaniel Deadwood

While on Mount Courdo, she met Nathaniel Deadwood over drinks in Rama's Bar. Nathaniel Deadwood was a bio engineer who specialized in everything all the way up to the manipulation of DNA. He had his own company. He bought her red wine. It seemed that was all he had to do. The two fell in love over drinks and discussion. Nathaniel courted her and asked her for her hand in marriage. Though this marriage did not sit well with Nathaniel's daughter Ennel Litherru. Ennel, also a Sith and a product of his DNA manipulation, hated Neav for stealing her father's affections as well as the fact that she and Neav were the same age. What Neav never understood was that Ennel hated Nathaniel as well for what he had done to her and yet she still loved him.

Wedding Day

Their wedding was supposed to be a joyous one just as any wedding should. It was all going well. Her mother, however felt it necessary to have her sister Leentje Fiore, at the time Captain of the New Republic and Adrianna Fiore, then Padawan of Students of the Light, to stand up for her. This was because of their long time history with the family and how close the two families. Because of their love for her mother Alexandra, the three of them agreed to the matter and vowed to kill one another later.

What Neav did not know about was that her sister Leentje was planning to kill her during the wedding. Several times before the wedding could begin it was interrupted by some random thing or another. But once it began, Neav believed she would finally be able to say 'I do' without a hitch. Even that could not be sufficient for her sister, now could it? Elias Fiore burst into the church declared his love for her sister Leentje and whisked her away. The anger that welled within Neav was unsurmountable. Only Nathaniel could bring her down from that. Finally they were wed.

First pregnancy

Neav became pregnant with their son Leto and was overjoyed with the news. Though unfortunately Nathaniel was away on business when she found out and Ennel found out before he did. When Neav revealed to her beloved that she was with child, he became ecstatic. Ennel felt that he would love the unborn child more than he loved

Leto Deadwood

her. This simply was not true. Desperately he did try to explain that this was not the case. So to remedy this, Ennel ambushed her father on the beach and shived him in the stomach. By the time Neav found him, it was too late to save him. She was able to convey how much they loved one another and how much she knew the baby would love him.

A Widow

Anger swelled from a well deeper than Neav had ever believed she had. She buried her husband's body and did not notify her step-daughter where he was so she was unable to find him. There was no way Ennel was ever going to touch their lives again. Neav sought out to kill Ennel. Until Ennel approached her

Ennel

with the offer that she could clone her father for Neav. Desperate to have her husband back at any cost, Neav said yes. The cost; however was Neav's heirloom saber. The one she'd been saving for Leto. Reluctantly she gave up her grandfather's saber to Ennel and the location of Nathaniel's body. Since then she has not seen nor heard from her step-daughter.

Upon Leto's birth, Neav feared for his very safety. Her then Master Jayde Davroq took both Neav and her son to her Jedi parents for him to be raised with them and if he were indeed a Force user to train in the force. Neav visits him regularly.

The one that got away

By the time she was 26 she'd obtained the rank of Master and met a young man by the name of Alistair Starkiller As her Master, she began training him and soon fell in love with him. He proposed and they were on their way to elope when she talked him out of it, explaining that it would be best to tell his family first. He agreed.

Though Neav. Alistair's mother Shery deWinter and his sister Cordelia did not get along, Neav stayed with him through the badgering. When she found out that she was pregnant with the triplets, she told him the day his father proposed to his mother. Alistair was so happy about the news, but that was not the night to divulge the news to his parents.

Their happiness only lasted for 2 more months when on the day of his parent's wedding Alistair broke it off with Neav and she went back to her home on Corellia where she gave birth to their triplets Raven, Ciaran and Zane. She and Alistair raised the children collectively. Though Zane remained primarily on Spira with Alistair while Raven and Ciaran remained primarily on Corellia with Neav.

When Zane returned after being kidnapped, he came to Corellia to speak with his mother and his sisters first. However it turned into a fiasco quite quickly. Seeing that Raven was verbally attacking him and about to verbally attack her father, Neav slashed Raven's cheeks with a dagger. She went straight to a holo to contact Alistair who believed that Neav went too far and came to pick up the kids. Raven went to live on Coruscant with Shery.

[vharax]

“The bond between master and apprentice… stronger than any force in the galaxy.”

Before the fall. Before the darkness.

Just Skyguy and Snips — a moment of peace, a glimpse of what could’ve been.

[star-wars-forever]

Samuel L. Jackson & Hayden Christensen at a 20th anniversary screening of Revenge of the Sith

[skywalkoverme]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐱

a/n: Request made by @skywalkershootme Enjoy!

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You try breaking up with your DILF boyfriend.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, sub! fem, raw sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, oral sex (f reciv), choking, lots of dirty talk, hair pulling, teasing, reader is in her early 20s, Anakin is in his mid 40s, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You swung the front door open, a hand on your hip as you looked the man up and down. From behind his back, Anakin revealed a large bouquet of colorful peonies, lilies and tulips. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Yeah, you’re late.” You folded your arms and blocked the doorway.

“I’m sorry! Leia had softball practice, and she left her stuff with her mother. And—“

“It’s fine.” He could feel that it wasn’t. You let him inside and sat on the couch. Decorations from the surprise party your friends threw scattered around with the essence of a good time.

It was late. Very late. One in the morning. “Penny is asleep in the studio. Don’t wake her.” You muttered and turned back to the television.

Anakin placed the flowers on the dining room table along with the other bouquets and presents you received. “Baby, baby. I’m sorry.” He sat beside you, elbows on his knees as he leaned in.

“You didn’t even call.”

“I lost my phone.” You rolled your eyes; he did this often seeing as how his memory wasn’t the best. But you didn’t want to hear that! “Baby?”

Frustration fumed within you. “You embarrassed me in front of my girls! This is the last time.”

He took your hands into his. “You know I love you.” He said calmly, “look at me.” Your eyes flickered to his, but your head was still turned away. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, ok? You’re the center of my universe.”

“It’s one in the morning.”

“I apologize. If you had let me finish, after I dropped off Leia’s belongings, I was headed to you, but Luke broke his nose in his rocketry class. He stayed late and was tinkering with the upper-class men’s work.”

“Is he ok?”

“He’s fine but I was at the ER until about…” He turned his left wrist over and read the watch, “twenty minutes ago.” Your head lowered, “You have every right to be angry with me. I understand that communication isn’t my strong suit but, Doll, you can’t leave me.”

He was right, like always, you can’t. Never had you met a guy so perfect for you. Your fingers brushed the grey hairs in his stubble; red-ish dark hair filled your hand as he leaned into you, his arms crossed behind your back, and he pulled you closer. His voice was gruff but as gentle as it could be, “I love you, sweetheart.”

You found it hard to pull your gaze from his eyes, “I love you too.” You said softly so only his ears could hear.

“Happy birthday.” He said as of reminding you and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.

“Thank you.”

“I have a few gifts for you, Can I show them to you?” You nodded and kept your arms around his neck, your ass on his lap. He opened a small bag by his feet and retrieved a maroon, velvet box. He turned it to you and showed the gold necklace with a butterfly pendant. You lifted a bundle of your hair away from your neck and he leaned into you; clipped the ends of the necklace and let it rest above your breasts. “And…I know you like to take mine, so.” From the bag, he gathered another velvet box and revealed a watch to match his. “This one actually fits you.”

“Thank you.” You said softly as the quartz face of the watch gleamed in the light of the television. “I apologize for being rude earlier.”

“You know I’m used to your attitude.” His hands cuffed your cheeks, thumbs ran over the corners of your mouth. “You still seem tense.” The man noted as you sat comfortably on his jeans. “Let me help you.” A callused hand ran down the sides of your birthday dress and rest on your hip, the other on the back of your neck.

The tension was palpable as you avoided his gaze, “I feel bad asking for sex after…treating you that way.” You could feel his exhales on your face, a firm look was steady on your face.

“This is a first.” He chuckled deeply and took a breath of your sweet perfume. His hands roamed over the curves of your breasts and back down to the perfect curves of your hips. “Lay on me.” You rest your lips on his; his grip hardened on your body. Your delicate skin against him as he deepened the kiss with a groan. His lips moved against the sweet seam of your mouth, enticing it open for his tongue.

“Penny is in the other room.” You said through breaths.

“Then you must be quiet.” The hand on the back of your neck brought you back against him. Your body flush against him, he could feel your soft breasts and hard nipples. Without a doubt, you’d be sore from his grip alone in the morning. His hand moved from your hip to your ass, gently tugging your pink thong to the side. “Fuck.” His fingers slipped around your wet heat, “Did I do this?” He asked as you raised your dress higher.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He slapped your ass; he took your bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s that sorta’ night?” You blushed as his firm cock pressed on your pussy through his jeans. With a sway of your hips, you rubbed your clit on the bulge, back and forth, “You have no idea what I’m thinkin’, Sweetheart.” He said through rough kisses. Your chest rose and fell against his body, his hot breath fanned over your ear as he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you over this couch. Try your best not to wake your friend, alright?” You nodded quickly as he pulled the clothes off your body. His cock throbbed under you as his mind raced. It’s been days since he’s spread you out and fucked you right.

You managed to pull his cock from his jeans; memories flooded your head at the sight of it. He applied pressure on his kisses, a hand on the front of your throat. The man guided your body, your pussy rubbed against the length of his cock. Your thumb brushed the precum and swiftly, you sucked it off your thumb. “Quit teasing me.” You sighed.

He squeezed your throat until you stopped whining. He rubbed his thick cockhead against the slick folds of your pussy. Anakin groaned from the overwhelming warmth, his need for you clouded his thoughts. Your eyes fluttered shut as he thrusts his hips upward into you. You bit his finger that pressed over your lips. He buried himself to the hilt in your heated walls.

Anakin paused for a moment and let your body adjust to his size. You squirmed in his grip as he chuckled, “You feel heavenly, sweetheart.” His voice deep as he felt your deep bite on his finger. “…so fucking tight and hot around my cock.” You nodded as he slowly stroked inside of you. “Don’t I fit so nicely in this pussy?” You gave him a drunken nod; his hips rolled in a deep grind against yours. Each thrust reached a new nerve, shockwaves of pleasure sent through your beautiful body as you wadded over him.

He pulled his finger from your mouth, “Shhhh.” He reminded, his tongue found your mouth again started stroking, twined with your own. He swallowed your sweet moans and whimpers down his throat. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking every inch.” Before you could reply, his tongue swirled inside of your mouth, panting kisses shared between you two. “You’re so precious.”

He hooked your legs over his elbows and turned you on your back. You pressed onto the soft couch cushions as he loomed over you. Soon, his hand found your neck again and his cock drove deeper into your pussy. A helpless squeal left your lips as his heavy cock fucked you harder. With each deep stroke, his cockhead kissed your cervix. Your eyes fell back into your head, twitching fingers reached for him desperately. He could feel it when you came on his cock, your sweet pussy clutched him tightly, and your cum dressed his cock in sweet cream.

Anakin leaned closer to you until your soft fingers met his cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m here. Baby girl.” His rough and lustful voice made you cling tighter to him, “I’m gonna fill you to the brim, sweetheart.” He panted, his hot breath mixing with yours between the small space. It was a miracle you weren’t tearing holes into the couch cushions from the stretching pleasure.

Anakin snarled as you gripped around him tighter. The feeling of your soft cervix kissing his cock with each thrust, your body submitting beneath his relentless strokes, was enough to drive him inside. “Fuck yes,” Every time he pulled from you, your pussy pulled him right back. His heavy balls slapped against your ass, “Fuck, take my cum.” He could feel his release close to the edge of his cock.

Your breathy moans were soft, mindful of the woman that lay asleep in the bedroom down the hall. His hand tangled in your hair and brought your neck to him. He latched onto you as if trying to draw blood from your system. He sucked on the skin as he fucked you relentlessly. “I- I’m gonna cum, Baby!” His voice strained as he tried to hold back. “You want my seed?” You nodded, holding a hand over your mouth to keep your loud moans from escaping. Anakin pressed his hips against yours and emptied himself deep inside of you as you came with him. “M~ ngh~” Each stream of thick, hot cum flooded your womb.

His hands were gentle as he pets your cheeks, working you through your own trembling orgasm. He tilted your chin up with callused fingers and wiped away your tears. Anakin gazed down at you with sweet adoration; he could feel your swollen and tender flesh quivering around his thick cock, still aching from your first round. “How’d I do, baby?” He asked, softly stroking inside of your well-used pussy. Your eyes twitched closed as your fingers fell from the overstimulation. As he pulled his hips back and forth, your sorry clitoris taking all the pressure. “Should I stop?” You twitched and shook your head. He leaned down until his elbows rest of either side of your head, his biceps enclosed your head. “What a greedy cunt…you aren’t leaving me anytime soon.”

Each grind more delicious than the last as his cum spilled out of you and on the couch. Your tender folds and clit pulsed, “Doesn’t my cock feel nice?” He asked, his breath on your lips. “Say it.”

“Y- your…” He turned your head back to him, “Your cock feels so…n-nice.”

“Daddy fucked your greedy cunt so well, didn’t he?” Your forehead rests on his as you nod. “All red and sore, isn’t she?” He slid a hand down to your breast, kneading gently. He pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “Poor baby…” He whispered, thrusting harder as he fucked you into the couch.

“Daddy~” In an almost punishing pace, Anakin rocks himself into you. “A~ ah!”

“Shhh.” His lips pressed down onto yours, capturing the swell of moans in his throat. “Let me finish you off, baby girl.” He thrusts deep into you, punishing your clitoris endlessly, “What’s wrong?” He cooed and pushed tears away from your cheeks. “Is this too much?”

Anakin pulled out of your cunt; your hole stretched and oozing your shared orgasm. “You are so beautiful, baby. Such a pretty pussy…” He gazed at you between your quivering thighs, “You don’t believe me?” He asked before dragging his tongue over the seam of your cunt with a slow, deep lick. He could taste himself on your sensitive skin. Your legs spasmed from the pressure while he enjoyed the feel of your swollen clitoris.

Anakin focused on your throbbing heat and sucked on your tender nub. Your heart raced as he held your thighs open, circling and flicking your clit until tears ran down your soft cheeks once more. “A~ Ani~” You whimpered helplessly from the strums of pleasure. You were completely undone beneath him, conflicted and heated.

A hand rose to your face, gently caressing your cheek. You leaned onto his hand and let your eyes shut. “It’s ok, baby.” His tongue dove into your center, eating your soft pussy. There was a glow about you, an orgasm heat on your cheeks from the lovemaking. He couldn’t care less about your friend in the other room nor the sounds you both were making in the living room.

After all, it’s your big day. Well, it was yesterday. Now it’s 3:47AM and you lay in your shared mess with his kisses up and down your throat. He took your wrist into his clutch, careful of the gold watch, and kissed your fingers.

a/n: Happy (early/late) birthday to anyone reading this!

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~~~Chapter 5: Please Be Functional~~~

Maul steps off the boarding ramp into a world of inky black. Not darkness, but absence. Dry pebbles crunch under his boots, but when he looks down he sees only himself. 

At a distance something small disturbs the unseen ground, skittering and sliding through the grit. Some little animal or another, many-limbed from the sound of it, chittering as it flees from him. 

From… 

While he’d been distracted by the creature, the dark horizon had lightened a shade and resolved into shapes. Odd, angular formations of rock far in the distance. Behind their sharp planes, a color appears- dim yellow. Maul blinks and suddenly there is a sky above his head, as though it had been there the whole time and he could only now see it. 

Dirty atmosphere and yellow light, a field of lifeless rock. But no, there had been an animal just now, it-

Something slams into the back of Maul’s shoulder. He whirls, snarling, and sees a stone hit the ground. It rolls to a slow stop by his foot. There’s no ship behind him. He’s alone in the dusty wasteland. 

“Welcome to Tosste.” 

Maul whirls again. Nothing moves. There’s not even a breeze to whistle between the sparse boulders. Only the voice of his Master. 

He reaches out with the force- seeing, feeling, knowing. It is present everywhere, even in barren places, even in dead winds and dry rocks. 

“What do you see?” 

He isn’t stupid, he isn’t a child anymore. He’s learned his lessons, he understands. 

Maul does not voice the answer Sidious seeks aloud, but he knows his Master hears him nonetheless.

Weapons. I see weapons.  

Warm laughter echoes across the landscape, everywhere at once. Crouched in the grit, senses expanded far beyond himself, Maul can feel every pebble around him. Ready. 

Unseen, another rock smashes into his arm. 

“To live without leaving a mark is a terrible thing,” his Master drawls. “To die forgotten is even worse."

“Rrrgh!” Maul redoubles his efforts, gathering the force to himself, feeling the pebbles, the dust, the lines of fossils trapped within the rock beneath his feet. The ghosts of a world long dead. But underneath it all, he feels emptiness, an icy void, its chill creeping up into everything.

His Master continues as if Maul hadn’t interrupted. “It is… irresponsible.” 

His fingers are going numb. A stone flies toward his head and he fails to bat it away, his arm moving too slowly to stop it from cracking into his horns. He should have felt it sooner, why couldn’t he feel-? 

“The creatures that once roamed this now dead ocean, they lacked imagination. Ultimately, that is why they all perished. They failed to see… potential."

“No!” he screams. “It is you who failed to see! With your teachings I survived! I survived! You-!” 

The next rock slams squarely into his lower back, then another hits the side of his knee, his left arm. He can’t feel them coming. No matter how deeply Maul attunes himself to the landscape, the force is silent in the face of his Master’s will. He’ll never feel them coming. 

“You have been… replaced.”

Cold climbs into Maul’s bones and roots him in place, and it’s all he can do to lift his arms—bare and skinny. His hands are small, with a child’s stubby fingers and soft claws, filed flat. He shields his head and roars, his voice cracking apart into nothing but a thin hiss. 

“Not fast enough.” 

The next rock flies straight for his face. 

Maul gasps awake, jolting upright from a slouch over a reading desk.

His eyes itch, and his neck aches. His left leg is awash with the cold-fire burn of nerve pain, and he wants to run off through the gravethorn forest and kill something to make the energy vibrating in his bones go away.

He has been over this fucking library enough times to have it memorized.

Manic energy crests and Maul snarls at it, at the books, at everything. At the irony that once upon a time the entire room and all its knowledge would have been forbidden to him, simply because he was born with the audacity to have a dick. Not that he got to keep said appendage. Oh no, even that he will have to recreate if he ever wants more than the strange human prosthetic the mandalorians inflicted on him along with his fourth set of legs. 

A stone candleholder, the candle propped inside long burned down to a puddle, rattles across the desk, spilling wax. He snarls again and hurls it across the room with the force, listens to it bounce off the wall and roll to a stop on the floor.

‘Turn around.’

He does. From sitting hunched at the table to standing with his back to it, faster than his conscious mind can process. For an achingly clear instant his discomfort -tetchy nerves and exhaustion and frustration- is burned away in a bitter chill. A cold-snap reset of reality.

Then his thoughts catch up to the moment. It is the force damned voices again, come to bother him in his distraction. 

‘I suspect that every creature that ever lived on Tosste did not think much about rocks either.’

He wants to light everything in sight on fire.

Maul turns from his former master's voice, making distance between himself and all the remaining books and scrolls of the nightsisters, knowing that he needs to be further from precious, flammable things. Immediately. 

He kicks the candleholder aside on his way out the door.

Seeking a balm for his temper, Maul heads to the temple's hot springs, born up from deep water with old magicks. Perhaps the heat of them would match his energy, and curate it, buffer it so he could think.

‘I had hoped that you would be smarter,’ Sidious whispers from nowhere.

'I will soak myself and rest,’ Maul thinks, forcibly placid, shaky with rage, ‘then on the 'morrow I shall contact Vos and see if-'

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"Rrraaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

The sith howls in abundant, caustic fury and turns for the sanctum. He slams claws that have begun to overgrow into the solid rock of the temple wall, and reinforces them with his hate .

The timing! Of these attacks! Is!

Maul's nails leave a trail of gouges all the way there. Who is left to chastise him for defacing the temple? No one. Who is left to forbid him from knowledge because his flesh does not match his talent? No one. Who is left? Only. Him. He is alone but he is free, and he is determined to find whoever or whatever is responsible for these assaults.

‘What do you see?’ his master’s voice asks again with deceptive calm.

The circles of ichor are already lit, their protections triggered even before he could reach them. Latent magicks help push away the tendrils, warding him automatically simply because he is there, and in need of their aid.

Something soft at the bottom of his chest catches and aches. How distinct that feels from everything else, like… like the memory of blue eyes and cinnamon oil and petrichor. Mother.

But a memory is not a feeling.That does not make sense, he is missing something. 

Or something is missing from him.

Maul growls and shoves that mystery down into the frustrating bramble of all his other useless emotions, so much fuel for his rage, and takes his place at the center of the wards. The strings are slippery today, plying and sweet, almost deceptively gentle. He refuses them all the same, not fooled by the lie.

‘I’ll ask you again.’

It has been five days, and he has noticed no specific pattern to the threat. Sometimes the break between is measured in minutes. Other times he has hours before it comes again. 

Either way, he has been sleeping in this room.

Either way, he has not been able to trace the source. 

Maul watches as the walls start up their firework flicker, runes burning bright and fading out. He made both a holo-recording and a physical diagram of the entire wardset on the second day, just in case any of the marks failed from overuse. So far they have held. The Nightmother's wards remain strong, even in her absence.

Runelight fades, and Maul sneers in triumph at the threads’ retreat. Fucking good riddance.

Now, he will go to the pools. 

‘What do you see?’

With a veneer of calm he rises to leave, still ignoring the voices of the past, pausing briefly to touch the delicate curl of a long and winding rune. Just the vitality in his fingers is enough to make the ichor infused in it glow softly. Maul stares at it a moment before exiting and heading for his original destination.

He wends his way through the empty halls of the nightsisters’ undercity, led onward by a draft of cool night air blowing in between distant carbon-scored pillars and the remains of titanic statues. 

Far to the city’s edge a series of springs lie sprawled against the wall of the cavern. The heartspring sits high at the back and literally boils with heat, too hot to enter. A curling scent of sulfur and magnesium wafts around on air currents thick with steam. The heart and its immediate children sit tucked away in an overhang made of the same stone and gnarled roots as the temple. 

There are dozens of options further away, relatively cooler and brackish, but it is to those higher pools he goes, shedding clothing in a trail, leaving himself bare to the elements.

A waft of heated air curls past him, pricking at the synthskin recently grafted around his hips. The flesh is tender and raw in its newness, delivering an uncomfortable amount of sensation compared to the bare metal of his outer thighs or the nerveless mesh around his knees and ankles. He can feel the airflow there now, the tickle of condensation and the heat rising off the water. Maul has reclaimed these for himself.

Any discomfort is ignored as he continues past carved shelves above and below the waterline. Higher to sit and cool off. Lower to recline in the water. Maul bypasses these options and dumps himself in the deep end, letting the weight of his metal half pull him down, down, down…

At the very bottom he purposefully lets go, roaring a gout of muted bubbles, feeding his fury into the world, letting it run rampant. The waters geyser up, splash away, turning a slow trickle from pool to pool into white, frothy rapids.

The remaining water crashes down, leaving his basin at a fraction of its previous depth. Maul breathes deeply, and spends more than a few moments centering his mind. Long curtains of glimmering navy kelp hang limp down the sides of the pool, dripping, alive with waterbugs large and small. A vividly yellow crab goes scuttling across the bottom toward it, kicking up a trail of sandy murk as it races for cover.

‘What do you see?’

The sith lays down right where he is, and lets the water rise around him. 

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[professorambrius]

Star Wars Villains

My favoriet Star Wars Villains.

Happy May the 4th!

[the-lonely-human]

Yk what here *throws paper at you* take my dumbass Star Wars AU

So, as you can probably tell, this is a Plo Koon Lives AU, and, get this, I actually have a planned story that isn’t just a bunch of mashed together ideas. The basic premise of this is that after Order 66, Plo manages to survive and escape. The How is up to you, all that matters is that he’s alive. In the years after Order 66, he tried his best to help rescue any other surviving Jedi, until he, a Padawan, and a group of surviving younglings were ambushed by a group of Inquisitors and Stormtroopers. Plo was the only survivor of the encounter, and he Fell in the process. Horrified and ashamed, he went on a quest of semi-revenge and semi-self isloation, retreating to the Outer Rim and Wild Space, focussed on just surviving but not holding back against any Imperials he found.

He’s mostly unaware of what’s happening in the broader galaxy, until, on complete accident, he stumbles upon Luke Skywalker, several months after the destruction of the Death Star. And from there, the story starts. I’m currently in the process of writing a fic about how Luke and Plo meet, so be on look out for that!

Also, as a treat, heres the photo above without the text along with two alternate outfits below the cut

[2brokensabers]

This is just how I picture their dynamic. In the end, neither is truly successful in their attempts to change one another, it all just sort of evens out. 🤷‍♀️😂

[emperorkenobi]

he killed them. he killed them all.

and not just the masters.

but the knights.

and the padawans too.

ominous music indeed...

[jack-abbot]

"What are you?" "I have no name. But the Jedi like you might call me...Sith."

THE ACOLYTE, 1x05, "Night" (2024)

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

Jedi Antis: The Jedi are too caught up in politics! They have power to change things, they just don't!

Meanwhile, the Jedi:

Every time they argue with a politician, they are shot down.

I wonder what that could mean? That maybe they don't have as much political power as the antis seem to believe? That maybe *gasp* they were meant to be the victims of Palpatine's manipulation the whole time?

[GIFs aren't mine. Credit to @david-talks-sw ]

[deepobservationearthquake]