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vaders-georg · 14 days

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I had so much fun with Lasher's tattoo map that I went ahead and did Maul's too, since canon sources disagree on what his limbs should look like/there's no ref for his biological legs at all.

I mostly based this off of reference from TCW and the Darth Maul comics run in 2000.

#darth maul #maul #star wars #my art #nightbrother #tattoo map #for the record i DO think his hog is tattooed. but that's a whole 'nother bag of beans #i might add that on later idk

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nightclansunited · 2 months

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Horrory z Dathomir’u | control | piece 1 of 4

#star wars #dathomir #nightbrothers #fanart #star wars fanart #the clone wars #star wars art #star wars books #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #my art #HELLO #WAVES AT YOU ALL #nightbrother village #nightbrother #nightsisters of dathomir #nightsisters

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lockwood-art · 1 year

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trying to figure out tattoos for praz with this lil back studyyyy 🫣🫣

#praz #star wars oc #my art #star wars #zabrak #dathomirian #nightbrother #drifters

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eloquentmoon · 9 months

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━ A Star Wars OC Trio: Montana, Mimi and Vikktor

thank you once again to @kenobiwanx for bringing my OCs to life, you are an amazing artist and i appreciate you so much! they are absolutely perfect, and im so thrilled 🥺 i commissioned gio to paint my three star wars OCs, from left to right: Pantoran Montana "Champagne" Varis, Twi'lek Mimi Mirage and Dathomirian Zabrak Vikktor Wrath! These three rock the Coruscant night scene as Mimi grinds live shows and bar work to make it topside as a performer. Montana helps her secure gigs with her girl boss business skills and clothing designer Vikktor creates custom looks for her. I've had so much fun exploring pop culture in the Star Wars universe through these three. Fun fact: Montana is bi, Mimi is a lesbian and Vikktor is gay. Space pride! 🏳️‍🌈

tagging in case of interest (feel free to ignore): @stardustbee @kimageddon @pumpkinmischief @dukeoftheblackstar @sinisterexaggerator @grinningnexu @elledjarin @agirlunderarock @frogunderarock

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aftergloom · 4 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.

#Headcanuary #Headcanuary 2024 #Day 03: Technology #Dathomir #Darth Maul #Long May He Reign #Crimson Dawn #the dark before Crimson Dawn?#Nightbrother #Nightbrothers #Nightbrother Headcanons #Dathomir Headcanons #Nightsisters #Fanon #Star Wars #Star Wars Headcanons #Star Wars horror #Maul #world building from the Everyone Lives AU

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zaffyrr · 11 months

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my dathomirian zabrak ocs Sahana and Wrath during his selection

#star wars #dathomir #zabrak #nightsister #nightbrother #my art #im gonna get me one of these men one day 😏

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 6 months

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So what if Savage wasn't the nicest fuck ever (and used his size to break you instead of being tender)?

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (AFAB Cis) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Borderline CNC, Rough P in V, size kink (brr brr)

The first time he pushes you into the table and kicks your legs apart, his whole hand covers your head to hold you in place. Cheek pressed to durasteel. The cold is shocking. A thumb muffles the sound of his belt clinking open. A claw razes the delicate skin beneath your chin because his whole palm covers your crown. A pinky swaddles the world in darkness. One squeeze and he could pop your skull like a meiloorun. There is discomfort, but more importantly, there is fear. Zabrak have great noses, and your scent is the biggest turn on.

A tear and cold air hits your ass. Your panties shredded, the pinch against your hips from the pop of tearing fabric edging your surprise with a bite of pain. He doesn't touch your cunt. He scents your slick. Your heat. The swell of your sex lubrication enough for the ripple of hard, hot flesh that butts up against your slit, wetting himself with your arousal as your heels lift and your knees buckle, the first two inches just the tip but the movement is sharp and swift and he's inside you with no regard for your tightness or the resistance your body offers because it pulls along the edges and you stretch just enough to feel in the seconds after how going rigid and squeezing does nothing. He pushes in without pausing, seating himself, half-hilted as the sensation catches you up. Can't breathe. Can't stop. Legs shaking. Little pops of his ridges terrifying because you know that when it pulls back, you're going to feel the way they tear you open.

When you don't have the breath, your high-pitched, little whimpers are smothered by the finger caressing over your lips, parting your mouth. He tastes like durasteel and sweat, and his callouses have callouses, but your heartbeat is in your cunt and there's salvation in surrender, so you touch your tongue to the finger in your mouth like there aren't tears in your eyes from the burn and the stretch and the threat of how his cock touches every part of you, the tip resting heavy and certain against your cerevix, creating just enough discomfort from the angle that you know, in no uncertain terms, that he's feeling your pulse squeezing him involuntarily. He knows that you're already throbbing as you get used to the feeling.

You don't move. He pulls you, angling your hips like he can adjust your body however he wants because you're smaller than him and it takes so little effort to bend you in half, to hitch you up by the hips so that he's more comfortable when he pulls out just to hear you keen for his absence -- each of those ridges sawing over the sensitive, spongy front wall of your cunt where you're sensitive. The effect whites out your senses, but there's no time to think about how close you are to coming apart before your breasts and your hands and your stomach squeak across the table when he lifts you up and drives himself into you fully in a single, sharp thrust.

That's his pussy, now. He's made it fit him and him alone. And when Savage grunts, moving you in time with the knock of his hips, chafing your body over the table, you're grateful that he wasn't gentle. This is how he claims you. Your mating doesn't need a mark. He's going to break you so that no one else will even dare come close to what he thinks of as his.

You don't have the air to scream when each knock of his balls against your ass and thighs stings like a slap. You don't have the capacity to stop the downwards plummet when each stroke bottoms him out; when he grinds his hips against you to open you further to fit him better and he cups a hand against you, trapping your clit with two fingers as he fucks you into his grip.

Pleasure smears across your vision in a mottle of colour and darkness, but he just keeps going: his ichor-augmented stamina unrivalled.

And even though you go limp for a time from passing out, and when you rise again to consciousness, it's to the knowledge that he's still not done and your legs are numb from being held up like the cocksleeve you are.

Maybe he'll flip you over if he gets bored. Maybe he'll slow or stop, or have you clean him up with your tongue, but for the moment, there's only the bite of his claws into your hips and your ass, and the deep, baritone grunt of your lover using your body to chase pleasures that he's never been afforded before.

Get comfortable. You're going to be here a while.

#Savage Opress #Savage Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x You #Savage Opress Smut #Clone Wars Smut #Nightbrother #Zabrak #Zabrak Smut #spicy #Star Wars Smut #Savage Opress Headcanons

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corvidscreams · 7 months

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You mind showing us more of night brother cal?

Well, there’s only so much I can say, since @paper-crane-castles is the mastermind here, but I do know a few things.

Like, say, that the nightbrothers are fiercely protective of their new little brother (and have taken to calling him ‘Domiri’, after Dathomir’s sun, as a paired nickname to Merrin’s lunar ‘Korata’) and that by the time the mantis crew swing by Dathomir in search of an astrium, Cal is the proud owner of three (3) whole lightsabers. Two of said lightsabers are quite unusual, given that they were purified through nightsister magic.

#Nightbrother #nightbrother cal #cal kestis #padawan cal #my art #star wars #star wars fan art #star wars fallen order #jedi survivor #ask box #Edited the picture cause I forgot his tattoos lol

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nun-draws · 9 months

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Feral and Dathomir Raised!Lillithe wip

#star wars #darth maul #star wars oc #zabrak #dathomir #star wars the clone wars #feral opress #nightsister oc #dr lillithe talzin #zabrak oc #my art #nightbrother #nightsister #sweet baby twins #feral is a bard don’t @ me #spider #wip #they’re jojo posing #in this au talzin just mutates the fuck outta lillithe and makes her into a weapon

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biomechanical-quinn · 3 months

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"I've recently found out there's a whole planet of these hunks. Take me to Dathomir, please."

#nightbrother #zabrak #dathomir #star wars roleplay #oc roleplay #casual rp

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ejfivercommander · 1 year

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Always remember, I am fear! Always remember, I am hunter! Always remember, I am filth! Always remember, I am nothing!

#formely darth now just maul #maul #darth maul #maul opress #zabrak #nightbrother #star wars clone wars #star wars #sw: tcw #the clone wars #tcw #clonewarsedit #clone wars gif #clone wars

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justalittletomato · 8 months

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The Swamps

@lune-de-miel-au-paradis @gran-maul-seizure @patchiefrog @pixiestookourstardust @by-the-primes @stardustbee @apocalypticwafflekitten @storm89 @dukeoftheblackstar @any59 @hannagoldworthy

Nightbrother headcanons and a bit of the tomato family

Summers on Dathomir were hot, the villages blazing in the summer sun. By mid-year they would empty as the Nightbrother retreated to the swamps and forests.

Even here there was sticky heat, it wafted in the air and settled for hours on end. Even as the day stretched on and late into the night it would not falter. Dozing away for some rest with the sounds of the swamp loud as can be. The swamp's chirps, croaks, and songs grew louder as the moon rose. The swamp babbled under the stilts and platforms of the makeshift sheds where the nightbrothers called their camp.

In the hours before the sun broke out a band of nightbrothers awoke from their light slumber. The olders did what they could to help raise the youngest from sleep while the others put supplies into the boats.

Tried as they might the accompanying little nightbrother head bobbed slightly as they pushed off from the dock.

“Wake up little one or you’ll miss the first catch.” One brother shook the youngest shoulder. The little one rubbed the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, “Hope its a big one” his tummy rumbled.

The brothers laughed, a nightbrothers stomach was never full. A biscuit was handed to the little one to help settle his growling belly.

As the boat moved through the swamp the traps were visited, each latched onto the trees whose roots were sunk into the deep waters. With a practiced hand of many a summer in the swa,ps the traps were flipped onto the boat. Like many a nightbrother before him, a little one would either laugh or squeal at the sight of the catch.

Dathomir’s crawfish also affectionately called mudbugs were a bright blue and speckled. Many a nightborther would also tell you they could pack quite a pinch. Oh to be a small nightbrother once more and recall thier first run-in with an angry mudbug.

The youngest of the fishing boat licked his lips at the sight of the mudbug dropping onto the boat. “Well go on now, sort them” an older chided him.

The little nightbrother set to it. Sorting apart the large mudbugs from the scaly and silvery stray minnows who found their way in the trap. Tossing to the side the dead ones and resisting the temptation to pick a lively one and give it a good crunch.

“No, you don’t little one” The large mudbug in his hand snatched away, “That’s for the boil you greedy thing. Come on now we have more traps to get and rebait”

Another nightbrother reached into one of the baskets and tied a piece of catfish. A looked over catch, much more for reckless sport than taste and plenty good to cut up for bait. The little nightbrother watched as the trap was set back in place and off they were once more to the next trap.

As the little nightbrother reached out for the next trap bobbing as they reached closer, a hand stopped him. A finger pointing outwards, among the water plants eyes unblinking among the stilled waters,

A shudder ran through him.

A growl, a roar, jawns gnashing down. The swamps of Dathomir had its dangers like the rest of the planet, no area was free of it.

The mudbugs were hauled over to the awaiting group of brothers, a trio of little ones immediately poking and prodding the creatures, yelping at getting pinched and shooed off by the elders for the ruckus. The mudbucks were brought to the large pot that had been set to boil as the brothers had left to go fishing. Already a wonderful smell wafted over the camp. The little nightbrother glanced at the fat pots about the area. Plenty of flavoring to give to the boil. He did make a face that the slimy vegetables were also being put in.

“Don't fuss, it's traditional.”

“There better be corn” the child muttered.

Corn, root vegetables, and the crawfish burst with flavor and spice. Bright blue shells were tossed away in piles as the brothers dug into the feast. Each went to sleep with a bellyful.

Summer in the swamps were a fond memory, “We will be back next summer” the little one is reminded as the camps were closed up as the first breezes of autumn came, soon they would leave for the mountains and the villages once more.

The little brother watched the swamp disappeared from view. He looked up the red sky, in the distance he could see a ship.

One. Two. Three.

A ship on Dathomir must be a miscalculated landing.

The adults and elders spoke to one another in hushed tones. The little brother just stared up curious as the ships got closer and closer.

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Savage had said summers were for retreating to the swamps.

From the looks of the sheds there had been no one here in some time. Boats covered in moss and pots covered in dust.

Maul readied himself for its ghosts. Laughter, chiding, hums of songs he did not know, the smell of a spicy stew, and the nights with never-ending song. It was not like the villages they had gone through.

Screams, shots and blaster fire. There was no darkness here…

“Careful,” Starlight had tugged Cress and Aster from the water. The twins had licked thier lips seeing the little mudbugs hide away into the shore.

Maul walked over and reached into the water, he didn't wince at the pinch and pulled up a mudbug. Aster’s little hand immediately tried to snatch it away.

“No you don’t” he chided her, “That’s for the boil you greedy little thing”

Savage’s little ones poked their heads out of the large boil pot, as thier buir looked in, “It's a tad too big for us, but it's still good.”

Aster had snatched up mudbug before her buir could stop her. “Looks like you know what to do.”

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The swamp welcomed them as the moon rose, the sounds lulling the little ones asleep. Bellies full from their feast. Their buirs listened to the nightbrothers as they sang.

Hums from years past slipped past Maul’s lips as Savage recalled the songs.

They would take the boats in the morning and set bait, but for now they would be with the summer night.

#star wars #star wars oc #baby tomato #darth maul #maul #dad!maul #dathomirian #nightbrother #nightbrother culture #nightbrother headcanons

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nightclansunited · 3 months

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Brother Viscus —

Dying for a sister is no mere loss; it is an accomplishment worthy walking amongst the greatest.

#star wars #dathomir #nightbrothers #fanart #star wars fanart #the clone wars #brother viscus #nightbrother #star wars art #nightbrother village #he is so hot #I am in love with him #brother viscus fanart

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darth-maul-of-dathomir · 1 month

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Sights of Dathomir Collection #2

1. Sunset North of Gorgara Falls

2. Paecian Ruins

3. Herbalist's Cliff

4. Nightsisters Subterranean Village

5. Carnivorous Swamp Wil-o-the-whisp

6. Coven Leader Trials

7. Toxic Barbed Beasts

8. Ash Bone Trees, looking as Ribs

9. Sith Ruins on Dathomir

10. Sunset by a Nightsister Temple

[Album Comment: The effort to organize the various holos I have captured during my exploration of Dathomir continues. Of this series, I am partial to the shot of the whisp. It may have tried to eat me, but it was a good hunter, in its little way. -Maul.]

#sights of Dathomir #darth maul #dathomir #maul's musings #star wars roleplay #nightbrothers #sith #star wars rp #nightsisters #witches of Dathomir #fauna of dathomir #paecian empire #star wars fallen order #nightbrother

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necromatador · 1 month

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Tall, scary Nightbrother sniper who is actually pretty chill and his tiny buff Nightsister wife, a mechanic who would kill for him (and has).

Didn't originally intend for Exul and Velata to be like this but it happened gradually over time developing them and I adore it. I have an entire section on his Pinterest board that's dedicated to these two together specifically. Exul is such a malewife and the most positive way one can be a wife-guy.

#star wars #zabrak #dathomirian #nightsister #nightbrother

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fromdathomirwithlove · 6 months

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How strong are the Nightbrother's physically before and after their infusion with ichor?

Your ask implies what happened to Savage Opress in the aftermath of his Selection was a common practice but I don't think that's the case.

TW: Oppression (Nightsisters), violent death (Feral's)

Ventress and Talzin had a very specific agenda to get revenge against Dooku, and they needed a tool that would be powerful enough in the Force to be considered an acceptable offering by Sith/Dark Acolyte standards, but loyal to them, hence Savage's conditioning (which is why Feral's murder was the final test of Savage's devotion, because if he'd been in his full faculties, he wouldn't have snapped the neck of his beloved brother. Think about that for a second: Feral wasn't choked to death. His spine was broken one-handed. That's not an effortless death.)

I suspect that the Nightsisters aren't so generous unless it serves their ends specifically, because not only was Savage's size, strength, and speed bolstered, but he was also given an ichor-infused weapon (a pike made by some variety of conjuration), and presumably his armour was also enchanted (because it evanesced at the time of his death along with the changes made to his body.)

For the before and after aspect of your ask, things are going to get a bit more speculative from here out because of the details introduced by Ahsoka about the Witch Kingdom of the Dathomiri, and specifically what physiological differences exist between Dathomirian and Iridonian zabrak, and their consistencies.

To date I've assumed that there are similarities between the two species, as both Dathomirian and Iridonian zabrak are warrior cultures familiar to the often brutal conditions of their homeworlds, but Dathomirian zabrak also have the misfortune of suffering the harsh conditions of living beneath their oppressors. I think Nightbrothers were largely self-sustaining and share similar values with ancient warrior-centric civilizations (Sparta comes to mind, as two-second answers go, but this is a tangent) which might've influenced how they trained and fought and lived as a brotherhood.

Apart from the standard: faster, harder, more acrobatic, more resilient, more resistant to pain than humans, how much of that comes from biology and evolution and how much is a product of their aptitude to survive against all odds is up to you to hash out with the new information we're getting.

The tl;dr is that I think Nightbrothers were a hard people whose values allowed them to survive some pretty shitty conditions, but their circumstances didn't allow them to thrive, and there isn't a Nightsister out there who, with an instinct for maintaining the status quo, would give their power to the people they've enslaved.

I do think about what might happen if the Nightbrothers gained control over the ichor, though, specifically with the intention to do exactly what you're proposing, and more. I think about what it might be like if they could wield it. I think about insurgence and uprising, and overthrowing their oppressors. I think about how it might've allowed them to change the game, to take back their power.

I think about that a lot, actually.

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