screencaps from a conversation between me and @nicolabarth where we came up with the CURSED concept that Spider!Maul talks like he's from an early 2000's internet chat room when he loses his mind.
I needed the rest of you to see this accursed vision
Here he is. Spider Maul in his simplified chaotic dangling junk heap of glory. May my eyes find peace after staring at reference photos of Maul in his junky spider form haha
All there is left to do is the line art clean up. With how...AHH it is to try to figure how to draw this version of Maul, I am quite happy with myself. (I would never have attempted even a sketch of this Maul a few years ago)
Next up for the coloring book, I plan to work on some 'non-Maul' pages. Like, a sith holocron, crimson dawn, and symbols/images like that :)
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Sweet (Nightmare fuel drabble) Darth maul X reader (18+ due to nature of fic)
I give Maul too many angsty nightmares...so PRETTY MUCH WARNINGS AS FOLLOWED: RATS, ANIMAL DEATH, BITING, BLOOD, DEATH
18+ as a precaution not smut just nightmare fuel.
READ MORE FOR ANY OF IT beyond the summary.
If you like spider maul this might be your jam.
If you are fond of monsters...also might be your jam
If you like angst well yes.
SUMMARY: MAUL DREAMS OF LOTHO MINOR AND THE STAR THAT DROPPED INTO THIS WRETCHED PLACE, THEIR KISS IS SWEET AND TOO MUCH FOR A CREATURE SO FAR GONE.
WARNING AGAIN THIS IS NIGHTMARE FUEL!!!
Within the hovel of rubble and trash a solitary rat wandered from its confines. The only sounds were the crackling fire fueled by debris and likely noxious fumes now emitting and the rat scavenging for a remnant of food. A crumb, even the leftovers from its fallen brethren would do.
Bones crunch and the rat screeches in pain. The occupant of this hovel shatters the delicate spine, at last something had foolishly found its way in. Morley must have set a trap.
Without much thought the being once known as Darth Maul raised the rat to his mouth and teared into its flesh. The still warm blood drips down down his throat and hands. Warm and refreshing after a fortnight of scavenging for anything to eat. He should not be eating it so quickly, but it had been so long that he continues. his face is already crimson now more so after the meal if it could be called that, he had been so ravenous he neglected to even use the fire. No matter. No matter it was done. He wipes the blood from his mouth and howls at the hunger still present.
“Are you still hungry?” a soft voice asks. Another being had found its way in with him. Its voice soft and warm, nothing like the voices he hears, he is drawn to it but growls all the same.
Even in this dark and dank place they stand out. Pristine and in a sheer gown of white, nothing like the damned being before them or this hell he had been cast off too. Their eyes, like Starlight shining with the crackling fire. There were no stars on Lotho Minor and he had not seen the sky in years. How Morley caught such a creature did not matter, they were here.
They hold out a hand offering up a dried piece of meat, “It's alright. You can have it,” their voice is gentle but as soon as he sees the food that small detail is nothing. They flinch when he rips the offering from their hand and slinks back his spider legs piercing the remnants of the other unfortunate souls around. Like the previous meal Maul begins to eat it quickly.
“You’ll get sick if you eat it that fast,” again their voice is soft, concerned and nothing Maul had experienced.
He complies if only to hear them say, “That’s better.” he feels something brush alongside him, he flinched where they had touched him. So gentle was the brush of their hand on his bare shoulder, they are again close to him. “ I know you’re hungry,” thier eyes are sad and staring at his, “but you need to be careful” they reach out to touch him again.
Curious to feel such contact again, Maul inches closer. They place a hand on his face, he instantly shivers and leans into it. How can this feel so good? Their other hand moves to the other sides of his face, fingertips tracing the tattoos on his face, “I’ll get you out of here,” they promise.
He isn’t sure how they are able to touch him but he doesn’t want them to stop. Morley had brought him something special this time. Here in this hell of his is this moment of clarity, he is going to get out...with them.
They move again this time leaning their face closer, Maul pulls back only to be coaxed back in with a gentle hum. They wipe a stray drop of blood from his chin, and stare at the shadow of the once powerful sith, now torn and thrown away among the rubble. His horns have grown askew and his eyes are sunken in, yet in spite of this their lips press to his.
He groans, what was this? Why did he want more of it?
They taste sweet, so sweet on his lips.
He wants more of that taste.
The creature with their Starlight eyes kisses him again. His lips move against theirs each new kiss giving him more of that lovely taste. The kisses delve deeper and they nick their bottom lip on his sharp teeth.
It's a single drop, just one of blood. Sweeter than the kiss.
His lips move away from theirs only to move down to their neck. They sigh and moan as he presses his lips to their pulse. Underneath is more…he kisses the flesh he can feel their pulse under his lips.
Underneath is…
His arms wrap around them tight and his teeth clamp down.
Blood fills his mouth and the sheer white gown is stained red with their blood. They scream, and push, “NO!” he does not relent, they taste so sweet and he was so hungry.
They’re screaming and struggling and Maul only holds tighter, just a bit more. Their fists hit at him, each hit becoming weaker, “no…” they hit again weaker and weaker. Their gown is drenched, red as his skin.
Maul licks the wound. Sweeter than their kiss, but it did not feel as nice as the kisses.
They aren’t moving. Just still in his arms. Maul looks at the starlit eyes now staring up at nothing. Tear stains on thier cheeks. Maul doesn’t like it, he kisses them away. A hint of salt on his lips that he places on thiers.
They still don’t move and are getting heavy and cold.
Oh.
Colder and getting colder as the blood begins to dry. They aren’t moving, they were supposed to be moving. They were supposed to get out.
But he had been so hungry…
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Maul wakes up and bites down on his fist to keep from screaming. If he puts it down he will keep screaming. Beside him his Starlight lay, dressed in a pristine white gown and thier neck covered in love bites.
He feels sick at the sight of them.
His starlight stirs, and opens thier eyes. Eyes that are looking at him, half asleep and quickly waking to the sight of thier beloved in shambles. “ Maul?” you reach for him. You always reach for him in dreams, nightmares and now.
Maul gets out of the bed and falls to the floor, “NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE!”
A nightmare.
“Maul it was a nightmare, it's alright. I am alright.” you hurry out of the bed and are at his side.
He looks back to the bites, some harsher than others.
You were so hungry… you killed them. You would have killed them.
“No…I won't do that..I would never” he isn’t talking to them and pulls away as they get closer. Their hands outstretched to him, “ I’m here love, I’m safe. We are safe”
“ I was hungry…I was so hungry,” He looks to them again, “ I wanted a taste. I bit down,”
They slowly sank to thier knees, his mind had plagued him once more , “ Oh my love”
“I would never-“ he whispers, “ Starlight what if I..” he looks to the bites, he loved giving them and their pretty moans asking for more. He had been close to breaking the skin before.
What if he-
They get close enough, and take thier chance to hold him close. He clutches onto them, he needed to feel thier warmth and thier heart beating under his ear.
maul is 'interrogating' obi-wan to fill in more of his missing memory. he's starting easy, asking about kenobi's species: stewjoni. (and we all know the fandom likes to go nuts with stewjon biology). so what *ahem* equipment does obi-wan have?
obi-wan himself has vanilla male parts
obi-wan has a vanilla female lower half
he's got both... ahh... 'feature presentations'
something utterly alien, despite the rest of his appearance
nothing sensitive down there, stewjoni aren't sexual
other! (add to comments and we'll tally those too)
Voting ended onNov 22, 2023
(I realize we might have to retcon a bit if the vote goes certain ways, but I didn't want to limit you guys. Have fun, go nuts, describe to everyone your perfect stewjon head canon, no matter how unique!)
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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 8~
Not far from the cave system, in the opposite direction of the geothermal vents, is a living grave. Every now and again one of Naboo's massive oceanic beasts meets it's end to natural causes, and sinks into the deep. Here, new life is born.
This particular corpse of a ketho whale has been here longer than Maul has, and with it's slothful rate of decomposition, it may very well be here after he's gone. The deep water chill keeps the body all but frozen, as the mound of it feeds billions of tiny lives. Starfish, squid, shrimp, eels, octopus, crab, manta, and more. No other places in the deep sea have as much variety of life as the grave mounds do.
To Darth Maul, this place is his personal grocery store.
“Hmmm,” the sith hums, floating upside-down and perusing the options.
His favorite are the shrimp. Individual mouthfuls that crunch pleasantly. But can a Kenobi eat a shrimp? He knuckles his forehead, trying hard to remember. So much of Before was lost to him. The jedi was... human? Possibly?
…did humans eat shrimp?
He couldn't recall.
Annoyed, he makes a note to demand answers, later, and gathers a sampling for now. The brown tree fruit… whatever it was called… the inside was not nourishing enough to survive on, he knew that much.
With a sweep of the force the sith lord selects his victims. A few plush crabs, half a colony of little blue shrimp, a few colorful yellow and black fish that he knew tasted buttery and sweet, with a long eel-
He recalls, suddenly, eating barbeque eel on… on… the home place. The red world, with swamps and cliffs.
Maul catches two more eels, wondering if he can make them taste like… before. Perhaps he would cook his food for once? Some of this would need to be heated for the jedi to even stomach it. Probably.
With his catch writhing and confused in an intangible net of force, the dragonfish sith turns back for the warren of caves and tunnels.
He arrives to find the jedi in just his pants and sleeveless vest, busily rinsing his inner tunics with fruit water. His much abused leather boots were clean and shiney nearby, still wet.
Maul sloughs himself up onto land, dragging dinner up with him.
“Will that not simply make your robes sticky?” he questions the other man, skeptical of the tactic.
“They're not ripe, so they're not sweet in the slightest. I'm hoping…” Kenobi shrugs, “it's an experiment. I suppose we shall see.”
“Mnh.”
The jedi stands, turning to him while wringing out the excess fluid. “What have you got there?”
Grinning, Maul tosses the panoply of pissed off sea creatures at him. “Catch.”
The noise Kenobi makes when he takes eel to the face brings such joy to him.
The creatures scrabble for safety as the jedi backflips further away from them. “Wha! Pfss- guh- MAUL!”
Wheezing with mirth, Maul recollects his catch, and presses them all on the surface of the magma rock to boil them dead.
Kenobi looks on in horror, speechless.
After a brief grilling, Maul piles the results together at the base of the slowly deforming orb, and curls up beside it to begin eating. He picks up an eel first, of course, interested to see if the cooking would make it taste like barbeque.
It does not.
It is still good though.
The jedi lays out his clothes to dry and approaches, one hand tucked into an elbow, the other cradling his chin. He mutters, “... at least it was quick,” then clears his throat before speaking up. “Is any of that for me, or was the food throwing just to be for your own entertainment?”
“It is not my fault you cannot follow simple instructions, Kenobi, but yes. Eat what you will," Maul offers, smug.
The man sinks down onto the stone floor, watchful, and starts poking through the options.
Stupid jedi. Doing something now when he is expecting it would be boring and predictable. He will wait until the other man's guard is lowered before tormenting him again. Obviously.
“Tell me, Kenobi, did the tree fruit satisfy your thirst?” he asks, popping a shrimp in his mouth and smashing it with a crunch of his many excellent teeth.
“The coconuts? Yes… thank you. The pile will last me a few days," the man returns.
Coconuts. They are called coconuts. Of course.
Kenobi picks up an eel, handling it's rubbery length with a disgruntled look. “... I don't suppose I could have a small knife? Temporarily? I need to cut this to cook it properly.”
Maul squints at him. “You are lying, jedi.”
The man huffs, holding the limp eel up, “I am not. This is an entire eel, and not a small one either. I need to remove the guts, and filet it, then grill the slices.”
“Why would you remove the guts? The organs are the best part,” he says, even more certain that Kenobi was simply making things up.
The jedi makes a face, “Hardly.”
They glare at each other for a moment before Kenobi looks away, scowling. “Fine, I shall just… eat something else.”
Maul watches him gather up the thin black and yellow fish, and levitate them on top of the rock. He… just leaves them there. For minutes. The cave starts to smell different because of it.
“Your fish is burning, jedi,” he tells the man.
“No it isn't,” Kenobi replies.
Maul rises up on the coil of his tail, looming at something like nine feet tall to peer over top of the rock and look at the crisping bodies. They aren't any more black than before, but they are turning colors.
“They are becoming brown…”
“Good,” the man says, nonsensically.
With the force, Kenobi flips them without getting up to look. The underside is significantly more brown.
The dragonfish sith sloughs back down to the floor, thoughtful. This was cooking… he had cooked, before, many times. This was right, yes… meat turned colors. It… denatured the proteins.
He doesn't know what ‘denatured’ means anymore, but the word itself remains. Maul scowls, trying to poke at the idea.
He looks up at Kenobi, “How… denatured do you need to make… the protein… to make it edible for… humans?”
The other man hums, calling the crispy fish dinner down to himself, but holding it midair for a moment as it dissipates heat. “For humans? Oh, well, I suppose it depends on their immune system. Anakin likes everything mostly raw… but I've known others that wouldn't touch anything uncooked unless it was a plant.”
Ahah. ‘their’. Kenobi was not a human himself then.
“... and your kind?” Maul asks.
“Hmm… I suppose I prefer my own dinner well done, if only for the result of warm, spiced food,” he says, and brings one of the fish closer to himself to begin nibbling. He makes a face at it. “Mng… of which this is not. I'm glad you've brought back scaleless fish, but the flavor does leave something to be desired.”
“You are lucky I feed you at all,” he tells the fool, sneering.
Kenobi sighs, “I suppose anything is better than starving. Though I would really prefer a pan, oil, and some spice to go with it, even just salt…”
Maul gives him a look.
He scoffs. “Yes yes, I know, stop making that face at me. Beggars can't be choosers, I know.”
They eat until both are full, Maul devouring considerably more than Kenobi. He dumps the extras back into the water. The remains might attract future snacks.
“Well, sith,” the jedi says from his spot beside the magma ball, “what now? I'm fed, I'm watered, I'm warm. For the moment, I'm not dying. What are you going to do with me? Torture?”
Maul grins as he returns from throwing the extra away. “Are you excited at the prospect?”
“Certainly not,” Kenobi drawls, crossing his arms.
The dragonfish sith sways closer, passing him by. The other man clearly doesn't want him at his back, so the motion forces him to turn. As Maul circles, Kenobi keeps turning to face him.
Exactly as intended.
With the jedi's attention on his face, all the way turned around from where they began, Maul draws the end of his tail up to whip at the back of Kenobi’s calves.
The jedi makes a little hop, predicting his flanking attack with the force, but he still turns to look behind him. His mistake. Maul takes that opportunity to close the distance, getting a grip on the front of beige vests. Kenobi spins back around, arms shoving outward defensively.
One of his palms slams into Maul’s sensitive gills, painfully, making the sith snarl and take a snap at the offending limb.
Kenobi tries to tumble backwards, to get away from him, but the grip on his clothes is only joined by a tail curling behind his knees, dragging the jedi in.
The prey in his grip fights him, skilled in the force and so much more interesting to subdue than the mindless wildlife outside.
Kenobi works an elbow free, and tries slamming it point first into the tail spiraling about his hips. Maul barely feels it, but he starts trying to capture that free hand all the same. While he's on that, the jedi side steps his tail, and then drops his weight heavily while pushing downward with the force.
Maul loses hold on him entirely.
The jedi folds, rolls, and does half a cartwheel, kicking him in the arm. Then he falls backwards to gain space. The sith gives him none, closing the distance again and snatching at his ankle as the other man spins away. He misses, and has to try two more grabs before he gets a hold of an elbow with a gleeful noise of success.
Kenobi attempts to bite him, with his human-similar jaw and his flat white teeth. How precious. The dragonfish sith giggles, and nips at the air near his fingers. The jedi recoils, desperate to protect the digits of his sword arm, sending a gale of force into Maul so strong it sends him toppling over backwards.
Unfortunately for the other man, he's got a good grip on Kenobi’s arm, so they both go over backwards.
Maul cackles as they fall.
Kenobi bellows.
They tussle on the floor like it's just any old bar brawl for the better part of ten minutes, until -finally- Maul's sheer tonnage and more than a dozen feet of solid muscle wins the fight for him, yet again.
He bears down on his prisoner, grinning with all his many teeth as the man cries out in pain.
“Weak jjjedi,” he croons, so close to Kenobi’s face that the green glow of his eyes illuminates both of their expressions. “I am beginning to think our first battle was a fluke. You cannot seem to best me.”
The jedi struggles under him, trying to get any limb free, fighting for every inch. “It's not my fault you weigh as much as a bantha!”
“Oh? But you like my weight.”
Kenobi shifts left, trying to wriggle his way out of the hold. “What in the blazes makes you think that?”
Maul hisses in amusement. “You roam in your sleep, jedi. You came to me many times last night, seeking my scales and burrowing into me.”
The man underneath him makes a horrified face, his efforts to escape stalling. “I did not!”
Maul lolls to the side, laying beside him instead of on top, pulling those pale hands to his chest and pressing the palms over his hearts. His long black tail curls up and over the man's legs. “Does this position not ring any bells, Kenobi?”
Blue eyes stare down at his hands, at the red and black that peek through his fingers. “...”
Delighted by the other man's emotional upheaval, and the way it made the force around them feel, Maul pushes the gambit a little further.
“How about if I do… this?” he says, sacrificing a hand to bring Kenobi's body closer to his, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, affectionately. “Are you going to nuzzle me again, I wonder? Going to curl up on my chest and drool?”
“No!” the jedi exclaims, shimmying backward.
Maul allows it and watches him with an inviting look, finding that this little facet of Kenobi’s fear was… particularly entertaining.
“Oh? But you slept so well, did you not?” he accuses.
Kenobi covers his eyes with a hand. “It's… it's nothing to do with you. I simply sleep better when…”
“Held?” Maul croons.
The jedi growls, without answering. Delightful.
Maul snickers, playfully snapping his teeth near the other man's neck. Kenobi turtles, glaring at him. “Would you quit that? I know you're not going to actually bite me. I'd be dead in minutes, and that would ruin all your bloody fun wouldn't it?”
The sith draws back humming. The rage in Kenobi’s eyes is… pleasing. Anger is good. He understands.
“Hnnn… I offer you a trade,” he says sweetly.
The jedi's struggles calm, and he stops ducking into such a hilarious and pathetic little ball, but his expression remains pure suspicion. “It's hardly a trade if I'm coerced into it while disarmed and bound,” he complains.
“Do you think I care?” Maul asks him pleasantly.
Kenobi huffs. “Fine. What's your trade, sith?”
“I will promise not to bite your neck, or near it, if you tell me of your species. At length.”
The jedi blinks, slowly, waiting with an expectant air. Maul raises a brow at him.
“You… want to know about… stewjoni?” the man asks, baffled.
“Yessss,” the dragonfish sith assures.
He is missing too many pieces of Before. The jedi will serve him, as prisoner and informant.
I finally finished re-sketching small portions to Maul's torso! Like Maul's left hand, his horns, and resizing his torso and then the entire image so his horns wouldn't be cut off lol
But then...I sketched a background.
I was telling this to my mom and sister ( @where-dreamers-go ), and said, "I drew rocks. I've already drawn enough junk." 🤣 But then they gave funny suggestions... a beer can with aurebesh on the side, blank books so you can draw on your least favorite ones.
So, this coloring page will likely be the one that takes me the longest. I'm going to be working on line art tomorrow and leave the 'pile of junk' for last.
ALSO, there will be a Maul Monday Update so you can see the progress 😄
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