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Recently I've been thinking about Devon meeting Ahsoka or Ezra or some other Jedi (after having been Maul's apprentice for a time, but appearing as a Jedi for now)
Ahsoka is very glad to meet another Jedi, even tho Devon definitely gives off vibes like she's been going through a lot. Devon, too, is happy to work alongside someone competent.
Her saber form is great and she's the right kind of sneaky, doesn't mind cooperating with Rebels or Mercenaries alike. Both valuable in a scrap and as the getaway driver. Has a way with words, too.
Really, working with her is neat and Ahsoka is starting to like having another lady with lekku around.
And then a mission goes south badly and they're cornered and Devon is losing it. Ahsoka tries reassuring her it'll get better, help is on the way but she's not listening and the enemy is closing in and-
Devon snaps.
Her scream is deafening (especially through the Force) but what's worse is how she goes from carefully considering her strikes to being a sheer storm of chaos. Cutting off limbs left and right, tossing objects with the Force, constantly jumping and dashing until all of them are destroyed.
When the smoke clears, what remains is less a battlefield and moreso a massacre. Ahsoka sees it and knows, deep in her bones, what, or rather, who this is. She looks up from the corpses strewn around and her eyes find Devon's and for mere moments she thinks she can see a red, horned Zabrak standing pridefully in her stead.
Then her vision clears and Devon is gone, vanished into the Shadows whence she came, and Ahsoka can do nothing but mourn another Jedi lost...
Between 'recently homeless' Padawan and 'eating trash for a decade' Maul, I wonder who's the worse cook...
he sickens me a little.
“Io non piangea, sì dentro impetrai.”
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"I wept not, I within so turned to stone."
Inferno, Canto XXXIII - Dante Alighieri
This piece is a tribute to Maul’s arc and his tragic legacy, heavily inspired by Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux’s “Ugolino and His Sons”. The way Filoni and the writers handled Maul’s story actually disintegrated my soul. He is a man who turned to stone to survive his own life, unwittingly crushing his own innocence and dragging his brothers into the abyss with him. I am officially unwell.
May the Fourth be with you.
I also love the idea of dathomir zabraks (maybe zabraks in general but dathomir gives big cats vibes) being able to purr, also the idea of them being able to roar (might just be a sith thing but I don’t care it’s my canon now). Due to their size though I imagine it more on par with mountain lion sounding purr (still very cute but intimidating). Funnily enough big cats that roar cannot purr, and the ones that purr cannot roar.
Wait you're so right about them having big cat energy. I see a lot of comparisons of zabraks to cats in general and half of Maul's facial expressions are very disgruntled housecat to me anyway lol but Dathomir as a whole definitely gives big cat/mountain lion. I had to look up what mountain lions sound like when they purr and they're so perfect for this it's so cute but also wow that thing could kill me
I also like the roar thing, I didn't know that big cats can either roar or purr but not both, that's interesting. But star wars biology can have a little nonsense as a treat. I'm willing to let zabraks both purr and roar they deserve it. Maul's roar also just makes me laugh so like. let em all do it
Maul and Vader are the type to pull up the schematics and review plans in their head just to figure out when they can aura farm like the divas they are.
LIKE HELLO? They are so goofy. Obi wan wasn’t even close to him and Maul is there doing his twirlies and Vader is just standing there.
I love my traumatized divas.
Maul training Devon is gonna be 10% actual lessons and 90% aurafarming and I simply can't wait
The Holonet edits are gonna go crazy, that's for sure
STAR WARS: MAUL – SHADOW LORD (2026) Chapter 3: Whispers in the Unknown
Not to sound like a repressed Victorian maiden but watch the way his eyelids move
Can we talk about the fact that Maul chose to give Devon specifically the half of his saber that was with him since TPM and which is supposed to be pretty precious to him, instead of giving her the other half? Man just goes around giving a thing that is supposed to be an extension of himself to a girl he wants to adopt. And I'm assuming that half will stay with her because we don't see Maul using it in Rebels.
Unless... I — as a not complete nerd about star wars — know that Maul kept Kenobi's lightsaber after TPM and coupled it with his old half after Lotho Minor, and i figure he still has it in the Shadow Lord. And it just makes it worse. That Maul would prefer to give his own instead of the saber of his sworn enemy he's very gay about who is presumed dead.
do i look like him?
༉‧₊˚.❤︎(╥﹏╥)Maul Headcanons: Maul finding reader crying(╥﹏╥)❤︎༉‧₊˚.
a/n: I just felt like crap and decided why not write it. Warning: NSFW at the end, smut at the end
w/c: 0,444
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• He didn’t mean for that to happen. All he was trying to do was to get his point across, but your view was different from his.
• He remembers how he raised his voice, harsh words being thrown at you and in that moment you just went quiet.
• You didn’t shout back, you didn’t try to explain yourself, you were just quiet.
• He saw your eyes glisten, you trying to school your features even though your lip was quivering and in that moment he realized he went too far.
• But it was too late. The door closed and you fled, leaving him alone with a pressing silence.
• Regret immediately washed over, he dashed out of the room, searching for you in a maze of corridors.
• As the search goes on, the guilt begins to consume him. Thoughts swarm in his head, each one accusatory, but not towards you, himself.
• Suddenly his sensitive ears catch a weep. It’s so quiet, barely audible, but it is there.
• He follows the sound, cries getting louder. And the more they do, the more he feels his hearts aching.
• He turns the corner and his eyes find you.
• You stand in the shadows, your back facing him. Your body shook from whimpers that you tried so hard to contain, but they were still slipping out.
• He doesn’t offer words of reassurance, doesn’t call your name. He just puts his hand on your shoulder slowly turning you to face him.
• When you finally face him, his arms encircle you in a soft embrace.
• That’s when you break and start crying, your body shaking against his.
• “I know, I know, my love.” He whispers as he pets your back. “I’m sorry.” His voice is quiet and oddly comforting.
• Also he is trying to stay quiet so no prying eyes would see you in such a vulnerable state.
• When you finally raise your head. His eyes are full of raw emotion and vulnerability.
• “Will you forgive me?” He asks you quietly, even though a vice is already coiled around his hearts. Fear of your rejection rising.
• Yet, you nod your head, your hands wrap around him tightly.
• When it happens, he sighs in release, his guilt partly fading away, but it doesn’t disappear fully. • He can have make up sex with you afterwards, just in hopes to make you feel good.
• His touch is mellow, his kisses are soft. He kisses away your tears. His thursts are slower than usual, less rough, less deep. He is being so careful with you as if you would shatter if he presses on you too hard.
• Because the last thing he wishes for is for you to shatter under the weight of his mistakes.
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anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I really should be asleep right now. Bye
clone characters when they have to answer their commlink in the middle of sex (my headcanons) a/n: duty calls…
fem reader warnings: sexual content
hunter can’t switch off his bedroom voice in time for responding to his comms. his voice is thick and dripping with sex even with just a hoarse “yeah?” that he answers under his breath, his eyes flicking down at you as he slows his thrusts but doesn’t fully stop. he inhales roughly and rubs your swollen clit, barely listening to whoever is on the other side of this conversation. you squirm and whimper from the stimulation, feeling his pulsing cock move in and out of you with a teasing, dragging motion where you can feel every last vein and inch.
tech sighs exasperatedly and reaches for his commlink, only stopped when you say, “you’re seriously going to answer that?” he looks down at you like you just asked an obvious question and holds the flashing device in front of your face. “perhaps you would prefer taking this, then?” he says as he rolls his hips forward, smugly watching your mouth drop open in a breathy moan. his lips are slightly curved when he leans down and kisses your jawline, whispering, “i’ll only be a moment” before answering with a colder, sharper tone. “yes?”
wrecker grunts at the sound of his commlink beeping and draws away one of his hands from your hip. he still holds you firmly with his free hand, bouncing you on his thick, heavy cock as it wedges itself deep against your guts, hitting you in all the right places. “sorry, baby, have to take this,” he mumbles before answering with a growl in his tone when he barks out, “what do you want?” you grab his shoulders and try to slow yourself, but he just starts thrusting his hips upward, and you drop your face into the crook of his neck with a gasp.
crosshair presses a long finger against your lips and narrows his eyes at you, silently shushing you. “i don’t have all day,” he hisses in a low and raspy tone. he feels you trying to roll your hips against him, greedily seeking more friction from this disruption. he slowly smirks at the opportunity to tease you, like it’s that easy. if he’s gonna be interrupted, he might as well make the most out of it. and he does, intentionally dragging the conversation on as your muffled pants get heavier and more pathetic against his touch, staring down at you smugly.
echo gasps and sinks into you abruptly, startled by the sound of his comms going off. you moan from the sharp pressure of his cock bottoming out inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust. “fuck, i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. he reaches over your head to grab his commlink. you watch his face contort into a deep scowl when he answers, “this better be important,” visibly irritated with whoever had to interrupt you two. but his expression softens as you cup the side of his face, and he turns his head to steal a quick kiss to your palm.
wolffe is quick to grab your hips and turn your body over. he pushes your face into the pillow to muffle your breathy moan as he reenters you with a slow and deep thrust, his voice even deeper when he answers his beeping commlink. “make it quick,” he orders, somehow still able to keep his voice level and demanding, like he’s not currently fisting your hair to control the slick, heavy movement of your bodies. his fingers squeeze in warning at the intensifying sound of your soft cries, but you feel him fuck into you harder, like he’s testing how good and quiet you can be for him. you don’t even know when he finishes his conversation until he turns you back over and kisses you, murmuring, “good fucking girl…” against your lips.
fox lets out a frustrated groan of irritation and clamps a firm hand down on your mouth. “i’m busy,” he snaps into his commlink, his eyes piercing into yours as you stare up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in a desperate pout, just barely able to silence your noises. his hips snap against yours at a hungrier pace at the helpless look you give him, and he doesn’t break his gaze away from you even while saying, “i’ll be there in a fuckin’ minute.” then the line goes silent, and he slides his hand down to grip your jaw, mildly impressed. “hm, not bad…”
cody fucks you a little slower, just enough to catch his breath. “grab that for me baby, will you?” he groans, his big, beefy biceps braced around your head. you whimper as you reach around for his commlink and hold it to his face. he exhales his next order with a slight grunt, spreading your legs out wider. “need you to be quiet,” he murmurs, “can you do that for me?” you stare up at him and nod. he nods back slowly. “answer it for me—i’ll do the talkin’, just press it…” he commands gently before hardening his whole demeanor in the blink of an eye.
mayday flips your bodies so that you’re on top of him. the change in position makes you gasp, and he pushes up into you with a soft but stern look in his eyes. “keep ridin’ me baby, don’t stop,” he says to you quietly, leaning back to let you use him as he answers his comms, muttering, “i have a feeling you’re about to waste my time.” he keeps his eyes on you, watching how your tits bounce and your back arches while you roll your clit into the head of his cock, grinding down on him in a way that feels so good to you, ‘cause he always puts you first.
rex has been sick and tired of his brothers cockblocking him for laughs, and now someone is interrupting his much needed alone time with you. he doesn’t need to say much to express his despair as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly. “fuck, i should take that,” he mumbles. “mm, then take it,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, which makes him dig his cock into you deeper. “uh-huh, nice try,” he whispers in your ear, turning your bodies over so he can keep fucking you on your side and he can grab his commlink.
fives groans and drops his head to your chest mid-thrust. “tell ‘em i’m not here,” he mutters. you giggle softly. “you want me to answer it?” you reply. he glances up at you and pushes himself into you further, holding your flushed, heavy-lidded stare. your nails dig into his back at his movements. “you think you’re up for it?” he teases in a low voice, slowly resuming the hungry rhythm of his hips. you throw your head back and gasp, “oh, you’re such a—” and he chuckles deeply. “yeah, tell me in a second,” he says right before pressing to answer his comms.
kix is always on-call, it’s like you can never get a moment with him alone in peace. you’re honestly used to it at this point, but he feels bad every time it happens. he pauses inside of you with a heavy exhale and whispers, “sorry, baby, one second…fuck, you look so pretty just like that…” he can’t take his eyes away from you as you lay under his body, your body warm and naked, squirming when he brushes his fingers over your nipples. you arch your back as he plays with them while he answers his comms in a concerned tone. “is everything okay?”
jesse grunts in annoyance and mutters, “great fuckin’ timing” in your ear. he reaches to answer his commlink, slowing down his hips against yours, but he quickly clamps a hand over your waist to stop you from rolling your hips, knowing you’re trying to tease him in this compromising moment. he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, his throat tightening from the way he swallows hard, his tone strained. “no, i’m listening,” he says into his commlink, looking down at you with a look in his eyes that tells you to expect payback—that’s a promise.
hardcase is so unserious sometimes. he’s breathing hard as he answers his comms, startling you when he turns the device over to you, pointing it right under your lips. “it’s for you,” he teases. your eyes widen at him, and you pinch his bicep hard, mouthing, “not funny!” but he thinks it is, chuckling under his breath before he takes control over the conversation again. you glare at him, only bringing out a wider, goofier grin from him as he continues to move his hips against yours, this time more lazily and slow. “uhh, yeah, i’m kinda busy right now…” he says.
gregor sighs against your lips, drawing your bottom lip out with a playful tug before he pulls away to answer his commlink. your legs are spread out wide, taking every inch of him, but your bodies seem to be frozen in time while he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. you nearly die watching him fumble for a response. “no—i’m not alone—” he sees you shaking your head furiously so he says, “i mean, yeah, i am…” and he grabs your face with his free hand, holding you still to stop you from distracting him, both of you trying not to laugh.
howzer presses his nose against the side of your face, inhaling deep and slow before he grabs his commlink roughly, like he’s pissed but doesn’t want to show it. he stares at you, his gaze serious. “not a sound, alright?” he tells you as he strokes your cheek, waiting for you to nod before he answers it. he pauses a bit, seeing if you’ll keep your word, and then he starts thrusting into you again, lifting your leg over his shoulder to hit you deeper. you press your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, proving to him that he doesn’t have to stop.
emerie kisses the inside of your thigh as she’s going down on you, murmuring, “is that mine? or yours?” you dig your fingers into her hair and moan, “oh, who caresss, fuck ‘em.” she sighs quietly and shakes her head, looking up to see that it’s her commlink. you whine in protest when she answers it, “emerie speaking,” but you fall silent when her dark gaze flicks toward you sternly, reminding you that she can take charge when she wants to. she slips her soft fingers inside of your pussy and gently strokes the inside of your walls, watching you fall apart.
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