Weapon

Weapon

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Happy Star Wars Day and May the Fourth Be With You 💫

Another of Maul, surprising no one. The sheer amount of pieces I have of this man is frankly ridiculous. Does that mean I’m going to stop making them? Absolutely not.

Loss

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My love for them knows no bounds.

Reach

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My hands hurt a lot these days, and it’s not my best, but damn it if it doesn’t soothe my stupid soul.

Listen, Twin Suns is a masterpiece, and my absolute favorite AU is -this-. Maul’s last chance for his ultimate revenge on the man who set him on this twisted path to ruin lies in the hands of two vulnerable and woefully ignorant children; and due to the nature of his own cosmic joke, their would-be protector is both the eye of the maelstrom of his rage and unadulterated hatred, and the center of his desperation for purpose at the end of all things. He came to Tatooine to kill or die, and instead, he lives with the thin hope of seeing this finished. And Obi-Wan begins to hope in turn.

Maul would absolutely take to Leia and loathe every second of it until he doesn’t, I will die on this hill.

Attempt

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“Your compassion is as nauseating as it is foolish.”

Rise

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“It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight—and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this…if I could do it again, I'd wake up early—and be fighting these—bastards…from the start.”

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“…Wasn’t she great?”

Inevitable

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Is this all I’m doing lately? Listen, that’s—I don’t think—hey, you just—