"I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING, I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE"
🧡🔶🔸Heyo! I'm Shad/Shadow, and I'm an artist/animator/writer who is currently working on my indie passion project! Here, I'll post updates on my original creations + all of my fanworks for already existing properties!!
He/they (interchangeable), aroace spec :>>
Neurodivergent/disabled
17 (March 26)
Fandoms/special interests:
LEGO Ninjago/Monkie Kid
Poppy Playtime
Star Wars
Among Us (show/game)
Wings Of Fire
Journey To The West
Paleobiology/paleontology
Jurassic Park/World
Minecraft/Story Mode
Warrior Cats
ARK: Survival Evolved
How To Train Your Dragon
"And the universe said I love you,
Because you are love."
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Collab channel (shared with @/dragonnnerdd)
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I was sketching for artfight and I decided to draw a baby crewmate (the Among Us show has chokehold on me), and the thought popped into my head of how eyes don't really grow much between adolescence and adulthood. I thought of this and looking at my references for a baby crewmate next to an adult crewmate, the visors that act as eyes are pretty small on babies compared to the adults.
So, I decided to correct this. Hence, my abomination:
I also made one with attached arms but @dragonnnerdd told me he was horrifying and to "never draw again" so he's at second place
AND here's the bonus of my Among Us OC as a baby, I'll post his full design in a moment
I was sketching for artfight and I decided to draw a baby crewmate (the Among Us show has chokehold on me), and the thought popped into my head of how eyes don't really grow much between adolescence and adulthood. I thought of this and looking at my references for a baby crewmate next to an adult crewmate, the visors that act as eyes are pretty small on babies compared to the adults.
So, I decided to correct this. Hence, my abomination:
I also made one with attached arms but @dragonnnerdd told me he was horrifying and to "never draw again" so he's at second place
AND here's the bonus of my Among Us OC as a baby, I'll post his full design in a moment
I was sketching for artfight and I decided to draw a baby crewmate (the Among Us show has chokehold on me), and the thought popped into my head of how eyes don't really grow much between adolescence and adulthood. I thought of this and looking at my references for a baby crewmate next to an adult crewmate, the visors that act as eyes are pretty small on babies compared to the adults.
So, I decided to correct this. Hence, my abomination:
I also made one with attached arms but @dragonnnerdd told me he was horrifying and to "never draw again" so he's at second place
AND here's the bonus of my Among Us OC as a baby, I'll post his full design in a moment
He didn't know what planet he was on exactly. All Maul knew was that his ship had crashed, and now he was here. Sand swirled around his feet, an endless trail of the particles stretching out into the horizon. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he hoped it would lead to a way off of this desert landscape.
Maybe it was Tatooine? That's a desert planet. Savareen, mayhaps? There were a few planets he could be on. He wished he knew—it could help him off that rock if he had a general idea of his location. But it was just… sand.
He held his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the sun. The heat didn't affect him too much, he was very resilient. Instead, the blinding light was what got him.
The wind was starting to pick up, sand flying every which way, stinging his eyes and dulling his senses. It left him vulnerable. He loathed that feeling.
Maul pressed the heel of his hand against his eye in an attempt to clear his vision. When he pulled it back, he spotted a figure in the distance. He couldn't make it out, but it appeared to be humanoid and unarmed.
He strode forward towards the figure, lips pressed into a thin line as the sand bit at his vision. A person meant there's civilization nearby, and he wasn't concerned about being attacked—his appearance usually frightened people, and if it didn't, he could easily fight off a deserter.
The sand whipped faster, catching the Dathomirian off guard. He stumbled, sand sticking uncomfortably to the inner mechanics of his legs. Maul caught himself, thudding his fist against the side of his knee to get it working correctly again.
He brought his vision back up to the figure ahead of him, and he noticed the figure’s hand, pale in color, pushing back the hem of a cloak.
The fingers curled around the handle of a weapon, pulling it from its hilt.
With a familiar snap and a flash of blinding blue, the weapon was ignited, color and light condensed into the blade that had forever changed Maul’s existence.
Maul jumped, his shoulders tense. The figure turned on its heel and broke into a run towards him. He was going off of pure instinct as his hand flew to his belt to grab his duel-bladed saber. But his hand instead met the empty space where it should be.
Maul’s eyes widened and he stared down at his belt, patting his sides in a panic.
It was the perfect moment of vulnerability. Maul looked up, and was met by the sight of those blue eyes and auburn hair that haunted his every thought and fueled each and every one of his battles.
He raised his arms in front of his eyes in a last ditch effort as the blinding blue took over his vision.
Maul gasped sharply, sitting up so quickly it gave him whiplash. His chest heaved, eyes darting. He reached at his side blindly and grabbed his lightsaber, gripping the handle with a white-knuckled intensity. His limbs felt numb, his head racing, sweat beading on his temple.
Maul took in his surroundings, the thin sheets around his waist, the hard mattress beneath his body, and the amulet sitting at his side.
His private quarters on Janix. The zabrak took a deep, trembling, heavy breath, sitting his lightsaber back down and holding his head in his hands. His fingers sat in the gaps between his horns, his hands slowly clenching into fists against his forehead.
Sitting here, in this dump, lower than he's been since Lotho Minor, especially after his reign was going perfectly according to plan… he didn't appreciate the reminder of who caused so much of his pain.
And yet he had it every time he looked down. Every time he took a step. The reminder of his weakness, caused by the Jedi whose blood he oh-so wished to spill.
underrated moment imo when he finally snaps at devon, that's when you could tell that the imminent breakdown was bubbling up lol. also funny as hell that he still talks like that even when he's losing his shit. Fucking vacillations
Like YES give us more hints of Rebels Maul, YESS make him snap beneath the pressure and trauma, causing him to hurt people more, YESSS show us how his own mind manipulates him when he's at his lowest and it makes him snap like on Lotho Minor, and YESSSS MAKE HIM WORSE,
