Honestly, I had no intentions to make a blog like this, but I decided I needed to combat this internalized idea I have that like, "nsfw topics = morally bad" (thanks religious upbringing + conservative sex education). So I'm using this blog as a way to explore those topics without it mixing with my main blog (plus tbh nsfw artists are much better at drawing human anatomy so if I wanna get better I gotta suck it up and learn how to draw naked people). So, here's this blog!
Main Blog: @mc-tummy-blur
General info about this blog/my art that I make (Will edit if I need to change/add some things):
This is my NSFW blog, where I'm going to post any nsfw art/writings I make, reblog/talk about nsfw topics. Naturally it's 18+ so no minors I will block.
You can send art requests, though understand it'll take time for me to get to them.
When sending an art request give me a form of reference (e.g., photo) of character/media.
Even though I'll be exploring NSFW topics, there are some things that I just won't support such as hateful speech/harmful topics (e.g., abuse, pedophilia, incest). And in general if I don't feel comfortable with certain nsfw subjects then I'll politely decline/ignore the request.
Unless we are mutals, I don't respond to DM's. Nothing personal, I just don't trust them.
Ask to tag reblogs/og posts with proper tags for triggers/filtering
If I've reblogged a post made by someone who is a bigot/promotes hateful speech, let me know and I'll delete it right away. Usually I don't extensively comb through a blog before reblogging so it's not always easy to tell right away. Just let me know.
Don't repost my art. I don't mind if you share it/use as an icon or header and credit me with a link back to this blog, but straight up reposting it is not cool with me. And on that note, let me know if there is somebody who has reposted it.
My interests and fandoms I have on my main blog would apply here as well. Though I highly doubt I would make nsfw art/writings for a certain handful of them due to the targeted demographic
With the genocide going on in Palestine, I decided that I'd use my pinned post to link things that would be helpful for them, as well as linking this pinned post on all of my art that I post going forward, just so people have a wide variety of things to access instead of just me sharing one link
https://arab.org - This is a website where you do daily clicks to help generate funds for Palestine.
http://gazaesims.com - This is where you can purchase e-sims for those in Palestine that are without internet.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/careforgaza - This helps get funds to those who are in Palestine, as well a provide food for them.
http://piousprojects.org/campaign/2712 - This help provides hygienic kits for the women and girls in Palestine
Wishlist - Malou Prytz (Hans Gruber x Theo Part 2)
Day 22 of Rickmas2025
Fic Summary: A year since Theo was arrested at Nakatomi Plaza had passed. And there was only one thing on his wishlist for this Christmas. But he knew he wasn't going to get it. The odds were improbable… But not impossible.
Pairing: Hans Gruber x Theo
Content Warnings: References to Death, Violence, Police Brutality.
Notes:
Hey what do you know? Christmas in July yayyyyy.
But in all seriousness, I apologize for this being late. I realized how much I was using writing more so as a means to escape my grief of the passing of my father rather than actually try to manage it and use my writing as a hobby. Didn't help that in December I started my first ever full time job where grief is one aspect of it. I'm in a much better place now. Not whole, obviously, I think the grief will still linger. But I am ready to get back into my hobbies as a mean to give myself time to relax from my job.
Thank you to those who have been patient! Excuse me of the writing is a bit rusty. On the plus side, because my job involves so much writing I've at least become a faster typer. As well as knowing more big boy words lol.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut
A year.
It had been a full year since the Nakatomi Plaza was taken over by a bunch of thieves posing as terrorists.
A full year since the leader of the group fell over thirty feet from the building and onto the ground.
…A full year since Theo saw his smile.
Theo laid on his cell bed, looking up into nothing as the anniversary was coming up. The television stations and guards had all been reminding him. He moved his hands underneath his glasses to rub his eyes-not out of any sort of sadness- but out of tiredness and frustration.
Theo was a smart man, taking variables and possibilities into consideration for outcomes to occur. He was not stupid in knowing there was a high risk for such a high reward. Casualties among the men he partnered with always had a chance to occur. But for him to be the only one to have survived was near improbable. After being knocked out by some kid driving a limo, he woke up to find himself in police custody. In that moment he hoped that at least one, just one person made it out.
From what the cops told him, no one did
He didn’t.
They didn’t show Theo the body, in fact they didn’t release any pictures to the public. That would make sense of course. At that height and the velocity of him falling down to gravity, it was more than likely he would’ve been all guts, his blood splattered across the pavement.
Theo slowly sat upright, and made his way to the window. He looked out to the frosty clouds that filled the air and the pavements that turned white.
Theo tried to not think about him like that.
He wanted to remember him at his best. Remember the connection he had with him.
It was understood that one in this line of work should not get attached to their coworkers. They come and go after all. But that was easier said than done when he first met the man. Something between the two just clicked instantly. Theo could tell he was given special treatment in a sense. Hardly had he ever seen him laughed at the others antics, or make light hearted jabs. And if he said something like a code or phrase, Theo was quick to catch on what it meant.
He breathed through his nose as he looked off into the distance. It was a subtle way to regain control of himself.
Theo would never admit it to anyone but himself that he had missed him. That he still missed him.
If the plan had worked, they would be having the time of their life, relaxing right now. If they didn’t, he would’ve been content to cut their losses and hightail out of there when they had the chance. Hell, at this point, if they were both stuck in prison together, it would’ve been a better ending to what Theo had gotten now. What he had gotten.
But that wasn’t possible now.
A metal clanking noise caught Theo’s attention. He turned around, and was barely greeted by a guard that held a box that had it’s Christmas wrapping torn up. Likely to check the contents of it to make sure there was no weapon or any contraband of that sort.
“Looks like someone cared about you this Christmas.” He sarcastically commented, as he maneuvered the box to slip through the bars.
Theo mentally rolled his eyes, knowing that if he had shown that kind of attitude he’d get beaten for it. He wasn’t looking for that today. But he wasn’t looking, or even expecting a gift from anybody either. He didn’t need a gift. Not that gift, anyway.
Regardless, Theo walked over to grab it in a way that still showcased he wasn’t concerned with it.
“Who’s it from?” He deadpanned.
“Kris Kringle.”
Theo couldn’t hide the look that signaled how he hated that joke.
“No, seriously that’s what the sender put. Look, it’s right there.”
The guard was right. Handwritten on a Christmas sticker that was still suck to the paper said ‘To: Theo’, and ‘From: Kris Kringle’.
This, admittedly, intrigued Theo a bit. He was still cautious of course. He looked at the ripped wrapping paper, and examined the box.
“And there’s no return address?”
“Didn’t have one.”
Theo shook it, hearing something move in there. “So… you’d just let me have this suspicious box?”
“Look man,” the guard huffed, rubbing his temple. “I’m just waiting for my Christmas bonus. It’s just a basic model kit anyway. Nothing serious.”
Theo stopped. He looked at the guard, his heart skipping a beat.
“Sorry to spoil the surprise. I don’t give a fuck.” He walked off, leaving Theo alone to be filled with more questions than answers.
There had been only one time model kits was mentioned to him specifically in his presence. The first day of December. That night, when he asked the other man standing in the cold winter what he had wanted for Christmas…
…’a model kit.’
He wasted no time in opening the box fully. He wasn’t even sure what have expected besides it being a model kit. Which it was. Theo quickly identified that it was a model of the San Quentin Prison. That guard, or whoever checked the contents really didn’t seem all that concerned it was a model of their prison. Maybe they figured it was a gag gift. A sick joke.
He sat on the floor, and began to look at the paper instructions. To a normal eye, nothing was out of the ordinary, besides a small little note that was at the top.
“Enjoy this Christmas Day.”
He didn’t recognize the handwriting. At least, it wasn’t the man that still lingered in his thoughts. He knew his calligraphy too well.
Theo wasn’t even sure what he was thinking in trying to rule out if it was truly sent by him. But he had to figure this to be some sort of sign, right? The odds of it being a strange coincidence were very small. It had to have been. This wasn’t him wishing for some sort of Christmas miracle that defied all statistical odds. He had to figure this was just one of those outlier outcomes.
He could see-calculate that this meant something.
It took him some time to complete the set, but it wasn’t like he had any other obligations to fulfill. He knew he had to observe the full picture before he tried to decipher anything that stood out. When it was complete, his eyes scanned every detail. It took him a short time to note how the replica of the building block he resided in was marked with an ever so faint one.
Bingo.
He looked further.
The main entrance was marked with a two.
He adjusted his glasses; one more look.
A third to the east gate.
His brain was jumbled, seeing how this was clearly laying out an exit route. How the Hell was he to get from his cell block, to an openly watched main entrance, and then the east gate without drawing any sort of suspicion? It was especially going to be a tightly locked security, since tomorrow morning, there was going to be a transfer of the inmates due to the overpopulation of the prison-
He paused. He looked back to the instructions. The note on the top.
“Enjoy this Christmas Day.”
…That had to have been his chance, right?
A bit more helpful, sure. But it wasn’t something he alone could’ve accomplished. The law had it’s moments of incompetency, sure. But they would’ve known if he was on the list of transfers.
He tried to look for any more clues, anything that would give him a clearer answer. He looked at every piece, every page on the tiny booklet of instructions. He even went back to the box to examine anything that he might have missed.
That’s when he found it.
Back on the Christmas sticker.
The handwriting was the exact same as the writing on the instructions.
Theo could make an educated guess that he was really getting a helping hand from someone named Kris. If he was truly going off of Christmas mythology, this ‘Kris Kringle’ would arrive on Christmas Night. Tonight at some time, likely midnight. Theo looked out to the clock that was in the corridors, seeing it was still going to be a couple of hours. It was going to be lights out from the cell soon. He would just have to lay down and bide his time.
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To say that it was an agonizing wait time would be generous, staring at the shadows moving in his cell, indicating that time was passing by did nothing to calm his nerves. The mumbling and grumbling from other cellmates went faint in Theo’s ear has thoughts ran through his head.
He was brought back to reality when he heard the clacking shoes of the guards. They always wore the same brand; the sound was very distinct. Two voices could be heard, one being a guard that he was familiar with, and the other was the sound of the newer guard that had came in earlier that month.
Curiously, he looked up and out into the corridor towards the clock.
It was midnight.
He sat up a bit more upright, as the voices of the guards became clearer as they were coming closer to his cell. He worried that this would ruin his secret helper’s plan, having the guards make their rounds.
…Or maybe the mysterious sender was counting on it?
The guards came into view as the older one looked into the cell across from Theo. The newer one flashed his light right by Theo, but not into his eyes like most guards would do when they checked if the inmates were actually sleeping. This allowed Theo to get a look at the man.
He could tell that he had short hair as nothing was poking out from under his hat. A taller man with thin lips yet piercing blue eyes that didn’t immediately go wide and angry as he noted how Theo was awake. The man’s eyes studied him, having a look that said that he knew him, despite Theo never seeing him much before since this guy started working here.
Theo could see him wearing a dog tag that hung across his chest. It was only then that he noticed his name tag.
‘Kris’.
Theo blinked, his mouth just ever so slightly went agape.
The guard, ‘Kris’, took the opportunity to speak in a southern accent that Theo couldn’t place the origin of it’s dialect.
“What are you staring at?”
Guards always had a tone with Theo that was always laced with “Go on, act violent and see what happens.” Theo never bothered with it. He knew it’s what they wanted. If it was any other day, he would’ve chalked this up to be the same instance, the guard trying to egg him on into acting out. And it was clear the guard did.
But Theo had to take a risk that it was for a different reason.
“Not much.” He said with a knowing bite.
The guard’s lips quirked upward. Confirmation that Theo was on the right track. The man spoke louder, acting insulted.
“You trying to get smart with me?” It was then the other guard looked over, ready to intervene if needed.
“Well,” Theo cleared his throat as he put on his glasses. “I don’t have to do much to get smart with you, seeing that I already am. You should be more concerned on if you are able to keep up with what I am saying.”
The older guard came up to the cell, just about ready to wipe the smirk off of Theo’s face. However, ‘Kris’ stopped with his hand.
“You go on with the route, it seems that our friend thinks that he can get away with bullying the new guy.”
The guard looked at Theo, then back at the man. “I’ll be sure to let you two get acquainted in peace.”
‘Kris’ began to unlock the cell as he spoke. “The cold aughtta bring you back to your senses.”
Ever the actor Theo was, he protested and attempted to fight, which his mysterious helper played along to make it more real for the descending guard and the cameras. It wasn’t until they got to a spot outside that the guard loosened his grip on Theo. The frosty clouds in the night sky aided into the cold that creeped up against Theo.
He began to talk, not in his faux accent, but his authentic one. German.
“The cameras haven been out of commission here, we have some time to speak.”
Theo had a million questions that he wanted answered immediately. But he knew brevity was the upmost importance.
“What’s the plan?”
The man pointed to the way that Theo knew was the entrance marked on the model kit. “I’m tasked to be backup for the inmates that are being transferred tomorrow morning. You’re gonna be hiding in the cars’ trunk. I’m going to need you to go limp as I drag you for the cameras that are working.”
Theo nodded as he pressed his tongue against his teeth in thoughtfulness. “I’m guessing you also have to rough me up a bit for the cameras too.”
The man gave a bit of a sympathetic shrug. “I’ll hold onto your glasses. I have manners.”
Theo sighed, shivering a bit as he took them off and handed it to him.
A bloody nose, a bruised up cheek, some gut punches and a decent enough knife wound to his forehead to aid into the illusion that he got knocked out sucked. Being dragged in the cold, forcefully stuffed into the trunk and having to lay there until daybreak sucked. But Theo knew inmates have had it worse. And if this meant that he was one step closer to freedom, it would be worth it.
And it was. Theo’s eyes were blinded for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the sun, but the man helped him out, giving him his glasses back as Theo noted they were at the airport that was nearby. A set of warmer clothes, getting on the plane, and getting patched and cleaned up gave Theo a sense of relief.
The man sat across from Theo as the plane began to take off. The last bit of blood was wiped off his forehead as Theo spoke.
“So, who are you?”
The man reached over with his hand out, Theo taking it.
“Simon Gruber.”
Theo’s grip faltered, instantly wanting to ask more. But Simon put his other hand up.
“That’s all I can give you; any other questions would spoil the surprise. Eat, and sleep. We will be there soon.”
Theo let go, a wave of emotions filled him as it felt like the flight took forever. He couldn’t even begin to sleep properly, not until he got the answers he needed. Or the answers that he had hoped for. Despite knowing that it would be setting himself up for failure if he hoped for the impossible, his mind couldn’t help it.
He fought off exhaustion and jet lag as they finally landed. The drive felt agonizing as Theo and Simon came up to an inconspicuous, almost cozy home.
Walking up to the door, Simon wiped his feet on the door mat, and looked at Theo as he unlocked the door.
“Up the stairs, the last room on the left.”
Theo could feel every heartbeat climb up to his throat as he made his way up the stairs slowly, as if whatever delirious dream he must’ve been experiencing would break if he didn’t move carefully.
He finally found himself at the door, unsure on whether or not he would need to knock first. He lost his manners as he decided to grab the knob and open the door.
The quiet and neatly kept up room filled with antiques that shined upon the natural light from the window did not matter to Theo in that moment. His eyes had latched onto the bed, latched onto the man that laid there. He couldn’t speak for a moment as the two looked at each other. Eventually, Theo found his voice, albeit not as strong or snarky as it typically was.
“…Hans?”
Not in any usual formal attire that he was prone to wearing, he almost looked unrecognizable. Being in a sort of domestic position of laying on the bed, a book to his side, along with a cane he seemed to be a completely different man. Not to mention his other physical features. His hair was a bit longer, even a little blonder than what Theo had been used to seeing. But underneath his facial hair came that all too familiar smile he had missed for what seemed like an eternity. And when he spoke, it was confirmation that Theo had the right guy.
“Theo.” Hans greeted back.
Theo would never feel ashamed for crossing the room so quickly and practically falling to the side of the bed as he wrapped Hans in a hug. He gripped onto him as if he would vanish at the slightest falter of his hold. He knew of Hans to not be the most physical person towards others, but it was a relief to feel Hans hug him right back. He could hear Simon say something in a sort of mocking tone in German as Hans waved him away, the sound of the door closing.
“I,” Theo didn’t know where to start as he pulled back a bit to look at the man. “How?”
Hans gave a cheeky but just as genuine smile “I told you Christmas was a time for miracles.”
Theo laughed, more so out of shock than it being a good joke. But he went right back to hugging him.
He would tell Hans that this was the best Christmas he had in a long time, how he was certain that he didn’t need anything else ever in his life. Since last year, there was only one thing on his wishlist that he had wanted. And now, he had it.
And Hans would tell him the same, that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
Thank you for the compliments to my artwork! I'm trying to get back into writing, at least wanting to finish Rickmas2025 but hopefully I can participate in some days for the Rickation 2026
i think ao3 should have a feature like an anonymous kudos but instead of kudos its "i jorked it to completion" and you can leave as many of these as you want and obviously authors would opt-in to this feature on a per-fic basis but like. i want the stats, you know.
jerk it to fanfiction??? noooo bro i was just joshing ya. wouldnt that be crazy? haha. fucking got you bro i cant believe youre so gullible. what a far fetched notion. that people would do such a thing. cant believe you fell for it
Announcing: A Brand New Event!... It's Summer Rickation!!! 🏖️
Hello, Lovelies!! I'm sorry it's been a while since I've posted. After writing for this past year's Rickmas event, I was inspired to come up with a fun idea for the summer---Summer Rickation! The event is fourteen days, running from July 26th-August 8th. The tags are "Summer Rickation 2026" and "Rickation 2026." A huge shout-out to @deepperplexity for helping brainstorm name ideas and lending me a surge of courage to post! This year's theme is "At the Beach," the prompts are as follows:
Day 1: The Palm Tree's Sway
Day 2: High Tide, Low Spirits
Day 3: Buried Treasure
Day 4: Coconut Cabana
Day 5: Heat Stroke
Day 6: Island Song
Day 7: Message in a Bottle
Day 8: Beachcomber's Paradise
Day 9: Look to the Lighthouse
Day 10: A Walk Down the Pier
Day 11: In the Shade
Day 12: Swimsuit
Day 13: The Sand Between His Toes
Day 14: Sex on the Beach (a mixed drink, but also an invitation to write something spicier, *wink* *wink*).
Please reblog in order to reach more writers and fellow Rickmaniacs! <3 Let me know if you would like to be tagged for future events, and please have fun writing! Thanks, everyone, and see you at the end of July! <3<3<3
I got so many things I have to do but I wanna get back into my hyperfixation with Alan Rickman does anyone have any drawing requests for his characters?
Since I almost find no fanfics with Alan anymore (Colonel Brandon, judge Turpin etc...)
I just ask an A.I to make me a fanfic. Even if it's bad, I don't care. I just NEED IT. I'M OBSESSED WITH HIM, OKAY?😭
I check Tumblr everyday and wait for a new fanfic to come out. I'm practically a psychopath.
An AI fanfic... when there are so many talented writers out there? 😭 No, please dont tell me that. That honestly feels like a stab to the heart.
Dont get me wrong. I have nothing against people using AI to study, ask random questions, or whatever else. But the beauty of fanfiction is that it's written by a real person. You're reading someone's emotions, their imagination, their love for those characters. You can feel the time, effort, and passion they poured into every chapter, often without getting anything in return except maybe a few comments.
That's what makes fanfiction special to me. It's not just the story, it's the human behind it.
anon, in case you don’t know, apart from all the other drawbacks of AI, it generates fanfiction by stealing the work of real fanfic writers and regurgitating it as soulless slop. my fics have been data scraped by AI and I’m sure loko’s have too. even if it wasn’t your intent, it’s insulting to go into a writer’s inbox and tell them you just generated AI slop which probably stole from them. I’m sorry we can’t write as fast as you want us to but that’s the reality of art, it comes when it comes. if there’s not enough fic out there for you, why not write some yourself? even if you think “oh but I’m rubbish it’d be crap” I guarantee you it’ll be 1000x better than whatever slop your AI shat out, because it’ll have passion and heart and a real understanding of the characters
I haven't written for Alan Rickman in quite a bit (havent written much of anything), but I would certainly have the energy to write for him again if it means that readers dont resort to generating A.I fics. I adore writing for him and have been trying to get back into my hobbies. Having that encouragement from others to write again is always helpful, so its better to leave comments to let the authors know how much you appreciate their writing, leaving kudos or even creating your own work by hand rather than use generative A.I
Idk why people don't get creative with maul really. why are they so obsessed with him having a real actual penis to the point where its just magically there? is this a het thing? haven't you heard of prosthetics? straps? oral? nipple play? Wire play? hell, THE FORCE? Can't people just work with a character instead of conforming them sexually?
i'm also just generally tired of them shoehorning him into sex in general. removing all his depth to make him this dominant aggressor(which gets very uncomfortable when paired with characers like obi wan if you catch my drift, ESPECIALLY as a nightbrother). Like he can be dominant but there are layers to it.
I dont call him on the ace spectrum just because he's a villain. maybe its my bias of being on that spectrum, but theres something about maul where he has difficulty connecting. i really feel like it could also be trauma related, but i wont' go into detail here
I've heard about bg3 and about astarion and how the fandom treats him, so idk, maybe the same thing his happening here. i'm tired. I know maul is a bad person but have some standards. It just makes me sad seeing people want to comform and objectify a deep complex narrative
Im sharing this as an addition to my previous post, I wanted to say how I viewed it as a heterosexual thing when they give him his real dick or muddle his disability
Because I do look at the Maul/Reader tag (again, am leaning more towards him in the AroAce spectrum but me would give him a kiss or a loving bonk on the forehead as if I was a cat), but with the main Maul/Reader tag being F!Reader (a crime really. Need more GN!Reader and M!Reader fics), I really do feel it to be a heterosexual thing.
Same thing with him being a dom. Yes he likes power we know this but when it comes to materialistic things really. We cant say if its the same with a truly personal connection. Like, its fine if people like that but me wanna see some softer Maul interpretations.
Also still a firm believer he has Touch Aversion which can be related to trauma so I am backing you up there. Same with him being flat chested
Yeah, this was made because of your post. It was just building up for me. I actually feel like hed have to warm up to actually liking an orgasm. Its a very vulnerable thing. And I think afterwards hed just walk away and pretend it never happened for a while until he wants one again.
People act like he knows exaclty what to do with sex and meanwhile i feel like hes very inexperienced and not even taught a lot of things. He was regularly beaten by sidious. In the picture for "an unwiling apprentice" he isn't even allowed a shirt or shoes. I still wonder if his tattos were filled in by talzin or by sidious, as they look different.
I get with maul, in canon, sex and romance is implausible. So if you want it to happen, you have to ask, whats the most in character way for it to happen? Well if he is romantic, he's probably very reserved. But for that youd have to think aobut a character beyond their design, and, juding by how people draw him, beyond what you want his design to be.
I find most x reader fics, especially those for maul, becoming these booktok paint by nubmers for het people. Id like to see more x readers where maul is more than just an opression fantasy.
I definitely agree, I feel theres no way for him to know what to do in a romantic or sexual encounter. Like, yes he knows what romance is (the way he clocked Satine and Obi-Wans relationship instantly), but being able to identify feelings related to romance and/or sexual feelings? Hell no this dude was abuse to not even flinch out of fear and cant properly regulate his emotions that hes allowed to have as a sith.
But that can be cool to delve into with fics. On how he would even go about it. But as you point out, it is just what you expect with people having a kink for being dominated or him being the aggressor. Like. Lemme see that man stilted at even the idea of sharing a bed with someone (I lowkey was drawing my star wars sona with Maul and the idea of sharing a bed non sexually and what that would look like but whether I have the courage to post it I'll never know), or him being awkward at getting a hug. I wanna see character studies and build up to that. It would make the intimate moments sooooo cool
Yeah, I really want him to be portrayed as stiff and awkward. Not cute awakrd but like, edward cullen or just robert pattinson role awkward. Like. okay what do we do now. Okay. walks away. I can never seem to finish my nsfw pics of maul cause i lose interest. But i do like portraying the ways he would be in other senses of phsycial intimacy. I think I just connect to that sense of confusoion he'd have. I used to depict him as more...like, traditional i guess, but then the more i engaged with him as a character and the more i got to know about him, the more he was making me realize how I was probably on the ace spectrum.
Also I would like to see if you ever have the courage!
Yeah Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson awkward would be the best way to describe it, definitely confused on his part cause he wouldnt know the words to describe what hed be feeling. Whatever hes got going on I know in my heart of hearts its not the dominant/aggressor type.
Idk why people don't get creative with maul really. why are they so obsessed with him having a real actual penis to the point where its just magically there? is this a het thing? haven't you heard of prosthetics? straps? oral? nipple play? Wire play? hell, THE FORCE? Can't people just work with a character instead of conforming them sexually?
i'm also just generally tired of them shoehorning him into sex in general. removing all his depth to make him this dominant aggressor(which gets very uncomfortable when paired with characers like obi wan if you catch my drift, ESPECIALLY as a nightbrother). Like he can be dominant but there are layers to it.
I dont call him on the ace spectrum just because he's a villain. maybe its my bias of being on that spectrum, but theres something about maul where he has difficulty connecting. i really feel like it could also be trauma related, but i wont' go into detail here
I've heard about bg3 and about astarion and how the fandom treats him, so idk, maybe the same thing his happening here. i'm tired. I know maul is a bad person but have some standards. It just makes me sad seeing people want to comform and objectify a deep complex narrative
Im sharing this as an addition to my previous post, I wanted to say how I viewed it as a heterosexual thing when they give him his real dick or muddle his disability
Because I do look at the Maul/Reader tag (again, am leaning more towards him in the AroAce spectrum but me would give him a kiss or a loving bonk on the forehead as if I was a cat), but with the main Maul/Reader tag being F!Reader (a crime really. Need more GN!Reader and M!Reader fics), I really do feel it to be a heterosexual thing.
Same thing with him being a dom. Yes he likes power we know this but when it comes to materialistic things really. We cant say if its the same with a truly personal connection. Like, its fine if people like that but me wanna see some softer Maul interpretations.
Also still a firm believer he has Touch Aversion which can be related to trauma so I am backing you up there. Same with him being flat chested
Yeah, this was made because of your post. It was just building up for me. I actually feel like hed have to warm up to actually liking an orgasm. Its a very vulnerable thing. And I think afterwards hed just walk away and pretend it never happened for a while until he wants one again.
People act like he knows exaclty what to do with sex and meanwhile i feel like hes very inexperienced and not even taught a lot of things. He was regularly beaten by sidious. In the picture for "an unwiling apprentice" he isn't even allowed a shirt or shoes. I still wonder if his tattos were filled in by talzin or by sidious, as they look different.
I get with maul, in canon, sex and romance is implausible. So if you want it to happen, you have to ask, whats the most in character way for it to happen? Well if he is romantic, he's probably very reserved. But for that youd have to think aobut a character beyond their design, and, juding by how people draw him, beyond what you want his design to be.
I find most x reader fics, especially those for maul, becoming these booktok paint by nubmers for het people. Id like to see more x readers where maul is more than just an opression fantasy.
I definitely agree, I feel theres no way for him to know what to do in a romantic or sexual encounter. Like, yes he knows what romance is (the way he clocked Satine and Obi-Wans relationship instantly), but being able to identify feelings related to romance and/or sexual feelings? Hell no this dude was abuse to not even flinch out of fear and cant properly regulate his emotions that hes allowed to have as a sith.
But that can be cool to delve into with fics. On how he would even go about it. But as you point out, it is just what you expect with people having a kink for being dominated or him being the aggressor. Like. Lemme see that man stilted at even the idea of sharing a bed with someone (I lowkey was drawing my star wars sona with Maul and the idea of sharing a bed non sexually and what that would look like but whether I have the courage to post it I'll never know), or him being awkward at getting a hug. I wanna see character studies and build up to that. It would make the intimate moments sooooo cool
Idk why people don't get creative with maul really. why are they so obsessed with him having a real actual penis to the point where its just magically there? is this a het thing? haven't you heard of prosthetics? straps? oral? nipple play? Wire play? hell, THE FORCE? Can't people just work with a character instead of conforming them sexually?
i'm also just generally tired of them shoehorning him into sex in general. removing all his depth to make him this dominant aggressor(which gets very uncomfortable when paired with characers like obi wan if you catch my drift, ESPECIALLY as a nightbrother). Like he can be dominant but there are layers to it.
I dont call him on the ace spectrum just because he's a villain. maybe its my bias of being on that spectrum, but theres something about maul where he has difficulty connecting. i really feel like it could also be trauma related, but i wont' go into detail here
I've heard about bg3 and about astarion and how the fandom treats him, so idk, maybe the same thing his happening here. i'm tired. I know maul is a bad person but have some standards. It just makes me sad seeing people want to comform and objectify a deep complex narrative
Im sharing this as an addition to my previous post, I wanted to say how I viewed it as a heterosexual thing when they give him his real dick or muddle his disability
Because I do look at the Maul/Reader tag (again, am leaning more towards him in the AroAce spectrum but me would give him a kiss or a loving bonk on the forehead as if I was a cat), but with the main Maul/Reader tag being F!Reader (a crime really. Need more GN!Reader and M!Reader fics), I really do feel it to be a heterosexual thing.
Same thing with him being a dom. Yes he likes power we know this but when it comes to materialistic things really. We cant say if its the same with a truly personal connection. Like, its fine if people like that but me wanna see some softer Maul interpretations.
Also still a firm believer he has Touch Aversion which can be related to trauma so I am backing you up there. Same with him being flat chested
I gotta say my piece on this idc if I am in the minority, but regarding spicy fics with Maul (lately been hopping on board with AroAce Maul with touch aversion but I think under right circumstances he could desire physical connection but thats not the point of the post), I notice a common tag where it specifies either he has his lower half or he still has his metal legs but has his dick (not counting fics that are pre TPM, since yes he would have his lower torso. I mean fics set directly in TCW/Post TCW era)
And I really have to say idc I am speaking my truth; This reeks to me as sexual objectification and ableism
If you have written Maul with his lower half or his original dick or whatever, I want you to ask yourself why. Seriously. Why are you not able to write him with his physical disability as is? I can imagine you create various answers to explain the dilemmas you have and I'm just going to shut it down.
If you think "Well how else would he have sex?" Literally other forms exist. Hes got a mouth, hes got hands. Hell, make him use the Force inappropriately where he creates a bond. I've seen a fic do this, it works. Give him a strap on who gives a shit. You wanna be real freaky? Make him use his lightsaber. The point is you have options.
If you think "Well a metal dick would be uncomfortable", you can literally make up material that doesnt have to be metal. Again, strap on. Also, if you still make him have metal legs from thigh or kneecap, you could argue that having that would also be uncomfortable. So why keep one "uncomfortable" aspect of him that is coincidentally a traditionally non sexual body part, but then adjust another part of him that happens to be traditionally sexual.
You are a writer. You have the ability to literally make up some bullshit so long as its logically sound, and let's face it, Star Wars has had plenty of moments of just putting bullshit and hoping it works, patient zero to do this is literally George Lucas himself.
And yet you writers go out of your way to erase his disability or adjust his disability to your liking in order to get sexual gratification. I know theres ideas of how fiction doesnt impact reality. But with how much better Maul: Shadow Lord has been in showcasing his physical disability and how he struggles with it, it makes me wish for fic writers to have that level of detail.
This post isnt meant to cancel anyone specifically or to call you "irredeemable", but I do think its important to recognize potentially harmful mindsets. Even if you say to me "Well I can't be ableist I am disabled", that doesnt mean you are automatically incapable of being ableist and thats something you just have to recognize. And its okay to recognize that. Theres room to grow as a person and by asking yourself why you are not representing disabilities properly is a good starting point to that growth
