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WELCOME TO DIISCIPULUS!! selective, mutual only, fluctuating activity. multi-muse featuring characters from star wars, avatar the last airbender, one piece and more. i am heavily plot orientated and prioritise replies with people i have plotted with/people who show actual interest in plotting. canon divergent and headcanon based. follows from @mutatiio!!

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#pinned.#break | they/them | 25+.

kyberled

THEN WE GO OUT THERE

CARRD || ASK By Jay (They/them/their, 21+) (blinking gif by @ectochoir || background art by me)

AND WE MAKE THEM REMEMBER US

#I dont have a promo tag rn but.#follow jay and their son.

spcre-sith

so he understands, then. he knows what might happen but asks anyway. He knows how weak Feral is, yet asks him to stay anyway.

the shift from sadness, and an exhaustion Feral shares and feels to his bones, to something sharper, something laced with scrutiny, makes Feral twitch. He does not step back, does not show weakness. He lets his...brother approach. He's not my enemy. He probably never was. But Maul's presence is just so heavy.

He tenses all the same.

so it isn't just an offer of a place beside him, like his henchmen, the enforcers. Something far more dangerous. Feral glances down at his hip; where holstered and hidden is the simple, but sincerely crafted sabre he'd built.

"nobody lasts around me either. I wonder which of us is more cursed." There's...maybe a crumb of his old bravado there. Inviting trouble. He'd thought his early months of traipsing the outer-rim after leaving Dathomir were hard. But now he sees them for what they were: adventures. Before everything got so much worse.

"I will survive," he agrees, his voice crackling. Soft yet gravelly, as it always has been. "With the way things are, I might die with you. But not...for you." he doesn't intend to be another lost follower. and he doesn't want to make Maul another doomed ally he relied too much on. He was not a boy anymore.

It's Feral who avoids his eyes now. He can't bring himself to be ashamed of it. Who'd be able to keep their gaze level with Maul's for long?

"even as a child I was told my nature didn't...compliment the dark side. You'd find me a frustrating student." you can still turn me away.

diiscipulus

maul's eyes flick downward at the subtle movement, immediately catching where feral's attention strays - to the weapon hidden at his hip.

the saber.

his gaze lingers there for a moment.

he knows little about it. whether it had been scavenged from some battlefield corpse, stolen in desperation, or painstakingly built by feral's own hands. the construction looked plain from what little he could see.

his expression hardens faintly at the mention of curses.

"there is no curse." maul says at once, dismissive. his gaze sharpens on feral again. "the people around us die because our enemies fear what we are capable of becoming."

blunt, almost harsh, but not arrogant. maul has spent too much of his life hunted to mistake survival for destiny. sidious had wanted him dead the moment he became inconvenient. the jedi had hunted him like an animal. crimson dawn had fractured under pressure from empires and syndicates alike.

strength drew blood. always.

still, when feral speaks of dying with him rather than for him, something inside maul settles strangely instead of recoiling. a tension easing by fractions. most beings who followed powerful men eventually surrendered themselves completely - identity hollowed out in exchange for direction, purpose, protection.

pathetic.

dangerous too.

followers who existed only to obey inevitably break the moment their master faltered.

"frustration can be useful." maul says after a long silence, voice lower now. "it means you still think instead of merely obeying."

his gaze drifts once more toward the saber hidden at feral's side.

"i do not want another enforcer." the words come slower this time, chosen with care. "blind followers are fragile creatures. they spend their lives waiting for purpose to be handed to them. when that purpose dies, they die with it."

and he has buried enough of that kind already.

his eyes return to feral's at last, unwavering despite the weight behind them.

"you will stand beside me because you choose to," he agrees. "or not at all."

not ownership. not command.

choice.

a concept maul had once believed weakness. something exploited by jedi and manipulated by sith alike. but after years of betrayal, after losing ally after ally, he finds himself staring at the possibility of something far more dangerous than obedience.

trust.

#spcre sith #spcre sith ; feral #‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›

i still refuse to acknowledge maul being talzin's son. i hate the lore switch they did. he will always be kycina's son to me. and talzin came to him and lied about being his mother. savage later corrected this when they partnered up. he also told maul stories of kycina. some of feral, too. both sad for their own reasons. savage because of what he's lost and maul for what he's never had.

#‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›#one of the many things i will always dislike.#to add to the mild complaining. hate the confusion around the markings.#theyre magick.#kycina bathed him in magick ink as a baby. as is tradition. and then gave him to palpatine.#hoping hed have a better life rather than be killed.#(like his twin was)#only she didnt know she was giving him over to the worst man alive.#and the markings grow and change as maul grows.

tesb

Maul using Jar'Kai in Maul – Shadow Lord: "Chapter 9: Strange Allies"

#‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›

Quiet footfall echoed through the dreary darkness as a young Padawan paced back and forth in the dim fire light in front of the elder. Frustration rolled off her in waves as she stalked from one side to the other.

How could he be so quiet so...calm. Wasn't he a Sith? Former anyways. Both now on the run from the say Empire now. Lovely. Yet still...How could he find peace in this place? Or whatever came close to it.

With a huff of irritation, she'd finally, hesitantly sat opposite of him, glaring annoyingly at her bandaged arm. "How do you go on?" Came her quiet voice, no longer as sharp as the bite and bare of fangs she had given him mere moments earlier. "You said everyone's betrayed you. But you don't let it sway you. How do you do that...?"

he remained where he sat beside the weak fire, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. the flames carved sharp hollows into the red and black markings of his face, turning him into something ancient in the dark. watching. waiting.

the girl's frustration churned through the force like disturbed water. fear beneath it. anger beneath that. familiar things.

twin suns lift from the fire, toward her.

"peace??" he said at last, voice low and rough with disuse. "you mistake me."

he leaned back slightly against the stone wall, gloved fingers resting against his knee. the silence stretched before he continued.

"there is no peace." his gaze drifted toward the cave mouth, toward the endless dark beyond it. "not for people like us." more truth that she should come to accept sooner rather than later.

"i was betrayed by my master." his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "cast aside after i devoted everything to him. my brother was taken from me. my people erased. again and again the galaxy has stripped things from my hands until there was nothing left but rage."

the fire crackled between them.

"you ask how i continue??" a humourless smile touched his mouth. "because i refuse to give my enemies the satisfaction of my surrender." the words came harder now. "the jedi teach acceptance. the sith demand domination. both are chains." a brief pause, his gaze settling forward. "survival is simpler."

#rage in pastel #‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›#maul's just being his dramatic self.

spcre-sith

@diiscipulus / @mutatiio asked: "You could stay." / maul for feral

‎ ‎ such a simple offer. Does he understand the magnitude of it? With Savage's death, his anger had bled away. Fighting just seems so pointless. He's tired. The offer almost feels like home. Like relief. And that's dangerous. Inviting cruel fate to torture them both all over again.

‎ ‎ he searches Maul's face. death is all around you. Everybody around you dies and you keep going. But Feral can't say that out loud because can't the same be said for him?

"...I want to." He breathes, so softly, so quietly, it's almost hard to catch. "But we both know I'm a liability."

‎ ‎ Could the two of them ever find harmony? Is Maul capable of it? Why hasn't he just refused? Why does something in his heart twist with forgotten warmth at the offer on its own. It's so childish, to be wanted, to be given a chance.

‎ ‎ "...why would you invite fate to do it all again?"

diiscipulus

maul is silent for a long moment after the question leaves him. the ship groans around them, old metal and distant engines. his gaze drifts away first - not out of dismissal, but because looking directly at feral while that fragile note of wanting still lingered between them felt too vulnerable.

fate.

what a pathetic thing to fear, after all he had survived.

and yet.

his jaw tightens. every face rises unbidden from memory like ghosts dragged from deep water. komari. eogan. savage. rook. scorn. icarus- apprentices, followers, fools loyal enough to die for him. every alliance carved apart by betrayal and bloodshed. everyone who remained beside him long enough eventually ended up cold at his feet.

maul had once believed strength alone could preserve.

the galaxy had corrected him.

slowly, he looks back toward feral.

"you think i do not know that??" he says quietly. "that i have not considered it??"

his voice lowers further, roughened by something dangerously close to exhaustion.

"everyone around me dies."

the smarter choice would be to stop here. to let feral walk away while he still can. attachment was weakness; he had learned that lesson over and over until it had been branded into bone.

but the words still come.

"and yet…" maul steps closer, slow and deliberate. "i made the offer." his eyes narrow slightly, studying him with that piercing intensity. "you are a liability now." he admits. "undisciplined. unfocused." no cruelty in it, only brutal honesty. "but liabilities can be corrected."

one gloved hand curls loosely behind his back.

"with proper training, you will survive."

#spcre sith #spcre sith ; feral #‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›#maul. despite it all: apprentice?? 👁️👁️.

dustysalmon

There is no surrender for you. The Emperor wants you... dead.

#‹ muse ⤍ maul . ›

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