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mutatiio · 11 months

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@mayxthexforce (Feemor is signing the adoption papers as we speak)

Feemor hates having to work with the Techno Union.

Corporate neutrality or not, he just can't grasp how the Order could agree to this. Sure, the Republic believes that the Union is better kept as a neutral, sometimes-ally, asset, that the resources and contacts they have to offer are worth sometimes turning a blind eye on... well, everything else they do. But Feemor can't trust anyone, whether they are a person or a corporate entity, whose only purpose in life seems to be to amass immeasurable amounts of wealth and power. It makes him feel sick just thinking about it.

And speaking of feeling sick...

The sensors on his ship go crazy as he makes it through Mustafar's atmosphere and into the aerial territory of the planet. The heat, the fumes, the lava, the heavy and dark presence of this whole planet in the force, everything just worked together to make this place unpleasant. Even the nickname, earned from eons of wars against the Sith that had thankfully come to an end a few centuries ago, makes him uncomfortable: the place where Jedi go to die.

He isn't there to die. He's there to supervise the recently inaugurated mining station and make sure that the place is following what little regulations the Republic enforces on such corporations. Being there to die would honestly be, by far, a less unpleasant affair.

The nature of the planet forces him to land a ways away from the mining station. He was told that it was safe by the Techno Union representative's secretary, but Feemor didn't trust any of them farther than he could throw them with one finger, which —force sensitive or not— wouldn't have been very far. So, he would not risk landing anywhere near the lava. Feemor doesn't care if he had to walk.

Or at least he didn't care, until he actually starts walking and feels watched.

The force works strangely on this planet, not in his favor at all. There's too many things his senses pick up on and while he can't focus on what it is that is to blame for making him feel watched, something —his gut, which he can always trust to make calls when the force and the mind fail to— tells him it's not a threat yet.

Then, Feemor sees it.

Among all the dry dullness of Mustafar, something bright red– no, not something, SOMEONE.

"...hello?" he speaks, craning his neck to try and see his 'stalker' better as he takes a step closer. "I mean no harm. I am just passing by."

maul wasn't surprised when he woke to a loud roar. to darkness. to almost insufferable heat. his master had left him stranded, with no supplies, in the middle of nowhere on mustafar. but maul was a clever boy. he knew his master was offering him a way to impress him, to earn his respect.

he'd adjusted to the hot, acrid fumes. no longer coughed in that uncontrollable way that gave up his location. had stopped rubbing his eyes too, quickly learning that it did nothing but make them sting more.

he thinks it's been nine days. it's hard to keep track... he's only slept once so far and he's not sure for how long. he'd been determined to find his way back to his master without giving in to his need for sleep. only relented when he began hearing things that weren't there and seeing even worse. he thinks that was two days ago.

it's been hard, but he enjoyed it so far. he was free for the first time in his life. should he live or die, fight or flee, eat or starve, it was his decision. no one was here to order him around. and when given the option, he finds himself wanting to live.

his wounds still hurt. he'd gotten injured during training with td-d9. usually they would have healed by now, but with no treatment and with maul needing to fight for resources... he thinks he might have rebroken his arm. it was twisted in a way that made even attempting to move it hurt. he avoided moving it unless he was fighting. his ribs still ached too (another injury caused by td-d9). they looked uneven when maul tried to inspect them.

he'd strangled a few mustafarians. had raided their small, remote village. he'd stolen armour off their dead bodies, it didn't fit him very well. they were much larger than him, larger than his master too. only once did he try to face one head on. after that (the incident that he believes rebroke his arm), he went about sneaking up on them. striking them with a rock or strangling them from behind was much easier. though, nothing was without its share of difficulties. one mustafarian had been quick enough to process what was going on. he'd fallen backwards with a decent amount of force. maul thought he might have been crushed, he would have been, but his hold on the man's neck was too tight to escape. maul had squeezed the oxygen from his lungs before he could do much else. still, this was when maul began to suspect that a rib was broken again. it stuck out, throbbing with pain when he stands or lies down or sits. but he had won. that's what mattered.

he's done everything he thought necessary to survive up to this point. everything he could to prove that he is a strong boy. and when he finally finds the facility again, he hopes it's enough for his master to praise him.

he spots the ship first. it looks different from the ones that he's occasionally seen landing. different from his master's shuttle. he knew it would be best to avoid ships, his master often told him to he had to stay hidden from people until he was ready... but he hasn't been having great luck in the ways of food recently.

the man was tall and easy to track, his light clothes making him stick out in the dark terrain that was mustafar. this man really isn't trying to sneak around at all, he's moving as though he's completely oblivious to any potential threats. maul feels a burst of pride in his chest. maybe he's starting to get good at pursuing-

he freezes, golden eyes wide as the man looks directly at him. he's so covered in ash, he should partically blend in, maybe if he stays perfectly still the human will think his eyes are deceiving him. maybe- and then, he speaks directly to maul.

maul nearly jumps out of his skin before he's scurrying behind a nearby rock.

#mayxthexforce #mayxthexforce ; feemor #⸢ in character ⤑ maul ⸥ always remember.#⸢ jedi verse ⤑ maul ⸥ i am peace.#maul: i'm invisible #also maul: bright red. bright golden eyes that literally glow in the dark.#feemor: someone is following me...#maul: haha!! this stupid human has no idea i'm here :).

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mutatiio · 1 month

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(s)maul tag update!!

#« maul » always remember › interactions. #« maul » always remember › mirror. #« maul » always remember › musing. #« maul » always remember › inspiration. #« maul » always remember › headcanon. #« maul » always remember › dash commentary. #« maul » always remember › about. #« maul » always remember › dash game. #« maul » i am nothing › v / training. #« maul » i am a hunter › v / apprentice. #« maul » i am fear › v / the clone war. #« maul » i am filth › v / after. #« maul » i am changed › v / bodyguard. #« maul » i am lost › v / rebels. #« maul » i am victorious › v / kss. #« maul » i am repurposed › v / ‘redemption’. #« maul » a brother to ghosts › savage. #« maul » not beaten down just yet › d. sidious. #« maul » i can feel the soil falling over my head › talzin. #« maul » i am the face of love’s rage › o. kenobi ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » on some level‚ i think i always understood › feral ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » i carved out a place in this world for two‚ but it's empty without you › maulkie ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » when everything stays › feemor ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » there are times when i still wonder about you › kycina ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » if maybe i shouldn’t have stayed › k. matako ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » i'll keep you like an oath › q. vos ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » cat and mouse › d. judarri ft. mayxthexforce. #« maul » it suits you better › k. vosa ft. wstlnds.

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mutatiio · 10 months

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feemor and (s)maul commissioned from peachmarch based off my thread (and adorable plot) with @mayxthexforce

#⸢ mirror ⤑ maul ⸥ always remember.#⸢ dynamic ⤑ maul ⸥ like a whistle in the wind. ⸤ feemor ⸣#⸢ padawan verse ⤑ maul ⸥ i am peace.#i love them. possibly Too Much.

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mutatiio · 4 months

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mayxtheforce

send me your url and i'll tell you / @mayxthexforce

my opinion on;

character(s) in general: girl which ones?? all of them are perfect in my opinion. literally love them so much. they're the only versions i can imagine my muses interacting with bc we've built so much for them. mica has helped me develop maul and anakin in particular. and dryden a good bit too. bode will get there eventually, just got slightly less spoons for the man atm. but yeah, i love 90% of the muse list and can be easily swayed into loving the other 10% too.

how they play them: spectacular. amazing. showstopping. better than the actual fucking writers. adore mica's portrayals and my muses are physically fused to her ones. anakin and maul are koala hugging obi-wan and feemor. and then anakin is also koala hugging his group of boyfriends kfjngbkdvf

mica takes excellent care with all of her muses. has done far more research than i could ever hope to do and is more than happy to share her knowledge. all of her muses feel different when reading replied, whether it's their dialogue or the descriptions of different things. just!! amazing.

the mun: idk her. she just started following me and hasn't left me alone since.

do i;

rp with them: not really. barely ever actually.

want to rp with them: hmmm *checks my connections page* nah.

what is my;

overall opinion: amazing selection of blorbos and mica knows them all so well. perfect. literally my best friend and i love talking to her about random bs and about everything plot related. i love our world and the relationships we've built and just!!!! thank yoooou!!!!

#mayxthexforce #⸢ general ⤑ ooc ⸥ deploy the clown nose.

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