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sushibeth · 2 months
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I wanted to draw Reth’s hair undone 😳
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nervestatic · 4 months
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soup man take me by the soup hand
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Clingy
ʚ Reblogs are greatly appreciated ɞ
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tortor-sauce · 3 months
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i want two boyfriends and i want the boyfriends to be boyfriends and i want-
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asurasleeping · 2 months
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What if we were both boys smuggling illegal contraband but we laughed about it and held hands and kissed 👉👈
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toasterdrake · 3 months
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paliaposting on main. this is my pc luca. i love him. and tish
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+ a badly-kept secret
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Chapter 21 Posted
Chapter: 21/?
Word Count: 7724
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Genre: Action/Romance/Sci-Fi -- AU where Maul still has the Shadow Collective with him after the events of Order 66, including Gar and Rook. Also, recreated Dryden Vos’ story.
Pairing: OC (female) x Maul
Rating: T
Summary: Móni’s past is finally bleeding its way into her present life, including ones she has no memory of.
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Maul ended the training early for Móni to rest and prepare for the following rotation, and she was over the moons. Because most members were working their shifts during mid-noon, the community showers held minimal to no people gifting Móni all the hot water she wanted. She returned to her quarters satisfied, her body splayed across the bed.
The delight faded when she recalled her and Maul’s conversation before Vos interrupted them. She had hoped they resolved their small scuffle and that her reasoning was enough for her to continue approaching him. There was a strong feeling that her apprenticeship was a new concept for him, since she grasped a better understanding of who his brother was. If she was ‘the exact reverse’ of him, as Maul so delicately put it, it could mean a myriad of personalities; but it was enough to paint a portrait of a zabrak who followed Maul closely without all her… complications.
Móni chuckled at the air when she surprised him with a compliment. She breathed in the image and held it there, memorizing the slack in his jaw and round eyes.
Betts broke her daydream upon entering and dangled a datachip over her head.
“And this is?”
“I ran into Maul and was tasked to give you this.” Móni took the small device and inserted it into her datapad. An image of a roonan male named Graal Reth appeared with information about his multigalactic conglomerate company. “He also mentioned something about dropping by with more details.”
She scrolled through the extensive amount of information on the male, “Married five times and had mistresses with each one. Did he marry the mistresses?” Intrigued by his drama, Móni read through. “It’s like watching a holovid series.”
“I will be prepping supper if you’re going to be here.”
“Did Gar find someone to help you out?”
“No,” the droid deadpanned.
“Why not?”
“Seems to be no point, since I was ordered by the Lord himself to accompany you whenever I can.”
“Did he really?”
“Noticed your skills with technology, did he?”
“I wasn’t that bad.”
“Why are you so useless? Now I have to travel.”
“Is it just the two of us?”
Betts shrugged and rolled out of the room.
With just the datapad’s blue light illuminating her face, Móni read what she could about the roonan who dabbled with slave traders, drug cartels, and gambling. What he was able to get away with when the Galactic Republic existed, he couldn’t any longer with the Empire sticking their finger in various places of the underworld and taking control, which he found worse than eradication.
Her eyes began to get heavy and drifted her into slumber; the last thing she remembered reading was an affair he had with a senator’s wife.
A voice called her name in the shadows of her dreams. It was young and female, and belonged to someone she hadn’t recalled for many, many years.
Móni. She rang in the distance. Móni, look what I got. Fifteen credits! We can get those sweets you’ve been ogling at.
Her laugh was the brightest thing in the dim and damp levels of Coruscant.
Ravi.
A lasat female of about sixteen years in age with lovely deep violet locks shined her yellow-green eyes with a timid smile. The image morphed into the same lasat female with bulging lifeless eyes and her neck was discolored with tints of black and purple, her head tilted unnaturally to the side with a piece of bone sticking out of her skin.
Why didn’t you save me?
I was scared. I didn’t want to use the Force. It told me not to use it.
You saved yourself and not me.
That’s right. I saved myself instead of you. I’m sorry.
I trusted you.
I know.
I loved you.
I know.
I know.
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