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aftergloom · 5 months
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The "left in a hurry" vibes of the old village following the Nightsister genocide makes the whole place into a graveyard. Not to say that Dathomir, baseline, isn't a thriving microcosm of decay, but the prevalence of the Dark Side in the place makes the rot take a little quicker. The world's a little hungrier than most. A little more determined to take what remains of the ships and skiffs and structures picked clean by Nightbrother hands to salvage and conserve those few things that still serve a purpose.
They don't take much. Too many memories attached to the world that was before Maul arrived -- before construction began up the Peak. The prevailing notion that so much of those artifacts are cursed or haunted keeps them from over-reliance on the old ways.
Maul encourages the shifting paradigm:
A red dawn rises over Dathomir these days, and everything left draped in shadow, he insists, is better off buried anyway.
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Excited to see what wares the Nightmarket has today! Trick or treat!
House of Night Headcanons: On Death and the Afterlife among the Nightsisters of Dathomir
Warnings: Death, resurrection, zombification and death preparations, death rituals
There are twin sculptures that guard the gates to the Nightsister's mortuary. Women, of course. Deities, in fact. Not gods in the literal sense because Dathomir has always had two of them (one has Fangs and one has Wings, if you remember) but these two Nightsisters were once great warriors elevated to god-status. The Nightbrothers don't remember the story. It's not theirs to own, and any territories leftover from the war are left to ruin and decay. Good riddance a lot of them say.
The structure itself is carved directly from one of the mountains, and when you pass through the doors, all is silence. Everything is dark. In the aftermath of the Battle of Dathomir, no one goes there. The Nightbrothers believe it to be haunted. Not surprising considering how superstitious they are -- some places are off limits. The Lair where the Nightsisters lived, for example, but especially the mortuary where they prepared their dead for the afterlife.
You might be asking at this point, how do they know about it if it was forbidden in the first place? Nightbrothers were servants, so it's inevitable that Nightbrother hands carried the Nightsister dead for preparation. They never touched them. Those rituals were reserved for anyone with magick, and being bereft of the ichor and the power to control it, a Nightbrother wouldn't be involved in the process. That doesn't mean that those carrying the bodies never spied the goings on of those rituals -- someone had to be curious. Someone would return to tell the tale to the other brothers around the campfire in the flickering light, when the darkness crept in.
The Nightsisters were familiar with making their own graves, the structures used to lift the funerary pods and the egg-shaped coffins themselves. Rancor leather and sinew stitching, wrapped with red linens -- red, the colour of blood which was sacred to their Fanged God, who granted them the power of resurrection. built exactly to resemble their sacred gravethorns, it's no surprise that the pods resemble wombs, because these women went to the slumber of death knowing they were awaiting their rebirth.
Sure, the bodies were prepared with sacred oils infused with the Water of Life to anoint them, holding skin and bone together to prevent decomposition, and tucked into a slumbering position into their coffins so lovingly built to protect them in their afterlife.
But what the Nightbrothers didn't realize is that preparations for their death and return came long before a Nightsister departed this life. The ritual began while they were living: a commitment ceremony of sorts, and preparations. Lessons. Spells and rituals to better prepare them to be called back so that when they died, their spirit would be ready to rise to their true purpose and vocation. The House of Night was a school first: it taught the Nightsisters how to die with honour so they could return to fulfill their oaths to their sisters: they would rise to protect Dathomir when summoned.
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Offerings for safe passage through the swamps were regularly left on the trees: valuable trinkets of bone and teeth from successful hunts, tied with dried sinew to the skeletal branches of dead trees.
Many hang there still, swallowed by their mossy coverings as if consumed by the dark spirits they were offered to.
Those that failed to pay sufficient honours to the swamp might still be found there: a skull still bearing its Nightbrother markings surfacing from the muck to watch others pay their tributes.
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I will never forget the time RotS made me think I was in a horror movie.
I started watching Revenge of the Sith one night, and my TV kept playing up.
It kept turning itself off and on so eventually I gave up and went to bed.
I thought I had turned it off properly but apparently not.
No, instead I woke up at 2am to subtle ominous music.
I literally felt I was in a horror movie. I was home along and shaking.
I, like all idiots would, followed it into my loungeroom and behold, it's the friggin Mustafar scene.
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Star Wars ARG/Creepypasta AU (Kinda?)
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:Files of the Grand Army of the Republic:
File- The 666th Legion
Classification- [REDACTED] 
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Reports of a 666th Clone Legion from the Grand Army of the Republic have just been received from the Outer Rim to the office of the Chancellor. 
Citizens from the region claim that they had been plagued by legions of battle droids when what seemed to be an abandoned Venator-Class cruiser. But it wasn’t, when the citizens saw gunships begin to leave the hangar of the ship. 
When the gunships landed, Clones began to leave the ship, but they were all from different legions and ranks. Commandos, ARC, ARF, Pilot, Covert OPs, even Marine Corps clones were falling upon the enemy. The citizens then proceeded to notice that the clones all appeared to be bloodied, mutated, and as they put, “broken and empty.” 
After the droids were all destroyed with relative ease, what appeared to be the leader of the Legion approached them. They described the markings on the leader’s (which appears to be an ARC Trooper) armor being that of skulls and bones. The ARC Trooper simply asked if the citizens were okay, and when they nodded, the leader motioned for the troops to leave. As fast as they arrived, they left. 
When orders were made to investigate this mystery legion, no discoveries were made. In fact, it seemed this was just a fairy tale made up by the planet’s citizens to try and get the Republic’s attention. Regardless, a squad of clone commandos were sent to the planet to investigate the scene of the fight.
The commandos reported in three days later, explaining what they saw. There was indeed a massive battlefield. But it was more easily described as a scrapyard. While there were shots made by both sides, the droids were literally torn apart. B2s, B1s, Commando Droids, Spider Droids, even Droidekas were all torn apart. The commandos also said there wasn’t a single clone body seen on the field. 
They then reported an odd symbol made on some of the droids. Where the chest of some of the droids was a Republic insignia burned into the droids’ metal. The commandos located the citizens that made the report and asked about the burned insignias. The citizens stated they didn’t see any signs of the droids being burned with those insignias. 
It has since been determined that this 666th Legion is the result of a Kaminoian experiment gone horribly wrong.
The Commandos ordered to this mission, Target Squad, have been researching and hunting down clues for this mystery Legion for the past few months. They have since made little progress, but made a few discoveries. One being the experimentations.
A Kaminoian scientist named Beasly Dire had been quite a well known scientist when their experiments were discovered by the others, and even to the other Kaminoians he had gone too far, being exiled to another hidden facility. That Facility has yet to be discovered, since all records have been erased.
Other sightings of the 666th Legion have also since been sighted. All ending the same. 
With a scrapyard of droid parts. 
Further Investigation is required.
Until More Information is Revealed,
-Commander Fox
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nord-ronnoc · 3 months
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Star Wars 5e | The Wound in the Force | Episode 9
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mearchy · 3 months
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The best fics are the ones that recognize that although Luke Skywalker may APPEAR on the outside to be a normal friendly twink who happens to have cool powers, especially when contrasted with such ship partners as Boba or Din or even Han, he is arguably the scariest person alive in the galaxy around the prequel era. AND, crucially, he is also a fundamentally weird guy. This man was homeschooled on a rural farm his entire life and then apprenticed to a swamp gremlin who showed him how to tap into the cosmic power of the universe. He blew up the death star age 19, killing approx 2 million-ish Imperials. He is a vortex of Force power that can communicate with the ghosts of dead Jedi. He’s staring into the distance and mumbling to himself and doing Yoda aphorisms and casually pulling out the “yeah I could crush that guy into a paste with my mind (:” and nobody around him knows what to do with that. I think he is a character who has very little frame of reference for how a Jedi or a person in general is supposed to act and there is some thing about him that is by necessity really fucking weird and a little scary but he’s so nice that it can throw you off the scent a little bit. Thanks for coming to my TED talk
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mrs-jamesbbarnes · 8 months
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Just thinking about horrified Huyang would have been if he’d seen Ezra’s first lightsaber - the infamous blaster-saber combo.
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shapelytimber · 4 months
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Do you think Vader keeps spare faces ?
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[PRINT] - [COMMISSIONS]
A shower thought that got away from me...which to be fair is how you could describe a lot of my art-
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I should paint fleshy meat more often I had so much fun with it :))
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eventually27 · 1 year
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Me reading fanfics when i should be asleep 💀
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furiosophie · 1 year
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when one chooses to walk the way of the mand'alore, one is both hunter and prey. how can one be a coward if one chooses this way of life?
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aftergloom · 2 months
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I would very much like to hear about ur dark side cult and am willing to trade the information given with random songs but they're in binary
I spent years in the rave scene listening to beepy clicky music that you can't really dance to so I'd probably be into that, ngl.
So the thing about the Bando Gora is that you can't talk about it without discussing a couple of characters, so I'll try to keep this fairly high-level, but some spoilers may follow for a couple of the Legends books. (And since we're getting a new new canon Dark Side cult with Darth Maul: Red, White, and Black in May, maybe we'll see some similarities. Canon likes to nod back to Legends once in a while, and I'm all for it.)
The Bando Gora appears in only a handful of places, namely Darth Maul: Lockdown, Darth Plagueis, a couple of comics, an RPG, and a videogame called Star Wars Bounty Hunter featuring Jango Fett.
It served as a terrorist organization and dark side cult that operated primarily in the outer rim, gaining power over a couple of decades before culminating in the death of its last High Priestess, a former Jedi and the lost padawan of Count Dooku, Komari Vosa -- one part femme fatale, one part pain in Sidious' ass, and the very same Komari Vosa that shows up in Darth Maul: Lockdown on Cog Hive Seven.
She was captured and indoctrinated into the Bando Gora following the battle at Galidraan along with twenty of her cohorts (whom she later killed while in captivity), and rose through the ranks rapidly to helm it as its leader.
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She died in 32 BBY when a bounty was set on her head because the cult had amassed entirely too much power and Sidious was getting a little shifty about it. Jango Fett won the bounty along with the prestige of becoming the pattern for the Clone army, but it was Vosa's former Jedi Master (now Darth Tyranus) that snapped her neck, ending her life, and decapitating the cult. Vosa was completely relegated to Legends as of The Secrets of the Sith, but as the story goes, once Dooku snuffed her out, he took her curved lightsaber hilts and gave them to his sparkly new apprentice, Asajj Ventress.
As indoctrination goes, cult members were subjected to neurotoxin poisoning and tortured to open their minds to the Dark Side of the Force, the physical results of those rituals manifesting in glowing blue eyes, and blackened and mottled skin. "The Force shall free me" was taken to the letter, because Bando Gora Thrall emerged from the indoctrination process free of pain, free of fear, and relentless -- and without a will of their own. Thrall often wore Nemoidean skin masks --- possibly another aspect of the depersonalization process -- and Captains looked like this snazzy dude:
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The cult had ties to the Hutts and Sebolto's drug cartel on Malastare, a notable tidbit because one of its last remaining ties to canon exists in one little scene where Obi-Wan Kenobi is offered Death Sticks -- the primary means of luring in new recruits to the cult by altering their minds, and reducing their resistance to indoctrination by creating a narcotic dependency with the "Death Sticks." As if calling them "Death Sticks" to begin with wasn't wildly enticing. /s
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"You wanna buy some death sticks?""You don't want to sell me death sticks.""I don't wanna sell you death sticks.""You want to go home and rethink your life.""I wanna go home and rethink my life."
―Elan Sel'Sabagano and Obi-Wan Kenobi
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Other points of interest (if you're considering a vacation) involve the spot where the Bando Gora set up shop -- a lovely little place in the inner rim in Bogden's orbit: Kohlma.
Named after Colma (in California), the burial moon was covered pole to pole in tombstones and suffered Bogden's frequent gravitational shifts. A lot of the early concept art lends itself to horror (hi I love it!), which is probably why, at the first mention of a "burial moon" in Darth Maul: Lockdown, I went absolutely feral and started collecting every tidbit I could get my hands on.
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The Bando Gora had a citadel out there, which ultimately became Vosa's tomb, and the memorial moon was a fitting choice because the first members of the cult were said to be graverobbers, thieves, and assassins. 💀💀💀
Thank you for the ask. Revisiting this stuff right before Camp NaNoWriMo is always a good refresher for me, since I'll be journeying right back here on April 1st. 😊
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Trick.. or perhaps a treat?
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Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader (ish) Rating: Mature Warnings: Spiderbutt, spiderbutt, does whatever a spiderbutt does. Shibari bondage. Gore. Intention to eat the Reader (but not in the fun way.) Implied character death. (No sexy times.)
Your face feels hot, your fingers cold. Where there was pain, you are numb to the effect, fear a distant cousin whose name you’ve forgotten. You shouldn’t have come here — 
This is a place where things go to be forgotten.
The refuse and the trash, the spare parts, a collection of lost effects that have no match, no partner like a missing sock. But still, suspended in a myriad of cables, your body twisted and pulled open as if you were too broken to be repaired so now you’re inspected, you hang there with the blood rushing to your head, watching the shadows shift and dance as murmurs carry from the distance.
This is the end. 
Some hungers can’t be fed. 
So you sway in a web of cables, wasted dreads spent on the futility of the struggle. You remember too thin hands and bony, merciless fingers, movements and gestures like an orchestration, weaving the air and your body through it into the tangle of a spider’s web for later consideration. The construction isn’t artful, but you understand the significance: once caught, you’re dead. 
The creature’s appetites are not a man’s. He’s saving you for later.
You can’t seduce a monster. You can’t persuade him with promises.
Here there is no comfort.
This is not how you thought you’d end.
Stupid girl. 
He’s coming.
A scuttling from the corners, the jibbers of the bereft and the broken, a used-up toy thrown onto the scrap heap of some worse evil who’d forgone further use for him. 
He’s coming. 
The shadow looms larger as your heart trips over its rhythm. Maybe you’ll die from fear before it happens, but his laughter makes it seem like it’ll be a prolonged thing, your skin stripped from your skin in slivers, your bones snapped and marrow sucked through blackened teeth to savour.
He’s crying.
Wails of pain and shuttered, stuttering repetitions of a name you don’t recognize. Over and over. Over and over. Until it’s the one thing you remember from his diatribes. You hear it in your dreams, in your half-sleep.
Kenobi. Kenobi. Kenobi. Kenobi. 
The serpent slithers with hardly a glance at the spider’s captive. 
There’s no sense screaming.
He’s coming.
A click of durasteel appendages tacking up the walls, slowing to stillness so that in the dark, when he turns those blood-laced, glaring eyes to yours you think you see something rational in the depths, but you can’t draw breath when he looks at you and no longer sees a victim, just like him.
“Kenobi?” he asks again.
He bears his teeth. He growls. 
He’s too thin.
He hasn’t fed.
That’s why he’s here.
“Please,” you try again, but it’s hard to beg when you can’t breathe.
The debris between you shuttles and flies as he charges.
He’s here.
He’s here.
He’s here.
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cloned-eyes · 2 months
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pls ignore the unfinished bg
AU in which Tech reads something he shouldnt have...
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d0llfaac3 · 1 month
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If totally psycho why sexy??
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transmascskywalker · 1 year
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bring back movie protagonists being battered to shit. luke skywalker walked around half of esb looking like a sausage that got smacked on the sidewalk for what?? not for a protag with a perfect little forehead cut and a single red line of blood after the final battle. disgraceful
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