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marivenah · 9 months

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Which "evil" woman from mythology/folklore is your OC?

I was tagged by @corvosattano and @kyber-infinitygems to take this uquiz for some of my ladies who have been wronged in their lives, thank you!

tagging (no pressure) @risingsh0t @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @nightbloodbix @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @jackiesarch @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @poetikat @leviiackrman @captastra @roofgeese @jacobseed @shegetsburned and YOU!

Lilith

Lilith, from Jewish folklore, was the first wife of Adam. One story tells that Lilith refused to lay beneath Adam during sex. She believed they were created equal, both from the dust of the earth, thus she should not have to lay beneath him. After Adam disagreed, Lilith fled the Garden of Eden to gain her independence. In most manifestations of her myth, Lilith represents chaos, seduction and ungodliness. You are independent and courageous. You may be seen as bold and brash, but in reality your solitude is important to you. You don't like being tied down. You pride yourself on being honest, but this may cause hurt feelings in others. You prefer confrontation to letting things fester. Those closest to you admire your drive and your ability to speak your mind.

notes: took the hothead label a little too literally. won't let others tell her what to do and will let them know under any circumstance.

Baba Yaga

In Slavic folklore, Baba Yaga is a supernatural forest witch who usually appears as a decrepit old woman. She varies between acting as a benefactor and a villain, either helping the hero of the Slavic myth or hindering them. Baba Yaga is also cast as a Mother Earth figure, having an influence on the natural world. You are multifaceted and adaptable. You show many faces to the world depending on what is needed. You are very driven and have an incomparable presence in the lives of those closest to you. You may have difficulties with the way people see you, but those who love you can attest to how good a person you are.

notes: old woman? check. morally ambiguous? check. mother (earth) figure? check. adaptability due to always doing what is expected of and needed from her? check.

Aisha Qandisha

You are Aisha Qandisha from Moroccan folklore. Aisha Qandisha is a jinn who is imagined as a beautiful woman with alluring eyes, voice, long black hair, and the feet of a camel or goat. She is said to lure men into the desert to kill them. She is a spirit of lust, desire, and madness, thought to live near water sources. You like to think of yourself as mysterious, letting few people know you past the superficial things. You fear people knowing the real you because you think they'll hate it. You need to reconcile with the fact that other people are just as complex as you are. You think you're a bad person, but in reality you're just scared of being judged. You need to forgive yourself.

notes: thinks she's being mysterious while actually just being afraid to show her vulnerable side.

Antigone

In Greek mythology, Antigone is the daughter of Oedipus. After the quarrel between her brothers ending in them both being killed, Antigone is determined to bury Polynices despite King Creon's wishes, and is punished. For defying Creon's wishes, she is sentenced to be buried alive in a tomb. You are, above all, resilient. You have known grief in your life, but you face your trauma with your head held high. You are immensely strong, intelligent, and passionate. You don't believe in irony or indifference. You are brave and inspire awe in those who closest to you.

notes: buried alive in a tomb. yeah. she was basically buried by grief and she crawled back out and just keeps on going.

#oc: luna richards #oc: shireen oqir #oc: zoiya #oc: carol kovacs #tag game #sorry for sending out yet another quiz #but i really liked this one #these all check out

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marivenah · 9 months

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OCs as Horror Movie Stereotypes

I was tagged by @corvosattano @leviiackrman and @voidika to do this uquiz, thank you all!

sending tags to @risingsh0t @sstewyhosseini @nightbloodbix @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @jackiesarch @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @kyber-infinitygems @theresaruggedroad @shegetsburned @roofgeese @jacobseed and YOU!

the whore

sure, sex is pleasurable and fun, but do you really think doing the nasty in the middle of a haunted house is smart? there's a murderer out there and you're taking off your clothes which is REALLY ill-advised. you could get tetanus! you seem to be under the impression that you're in a romcom or softcore porno, not a horror movie, and that's a lethal mistake to make.

bestie is literally dating a serial killer so yeah. checks out.

the asshole

it's not really clear why you have such a massively shitty personality, but for whatever reason, you make it your mission to get on everyone's bad side. everything out of your mouth seems to be perfectly engineered to piss everyone off and your every move is stupid as hell. Secretly, everyone is hoping you get shanked first.

this one surprised me at first but. I mean. she is hated by everyone and she's doing stupid shit all the time just to piss people off

the final girl

congrats, you're the one who makes it to the end. your instincts, paranoia, and/or pure fucking stubbornness guide you every bloody step of the way. when the dawn finally breaks, you're the last one left standing. sure, it cost you friends and loved ones and you're going to have one hell of a therapy bill, but at least you're alive.

she's the only one who makes it to the end but is it something to congratulate her for? hmm doubt

the tragic hero

you are the good guy who just cannot catch a break. your life just fucking sucks, frankly. one day, you have friends, family, hobbies you enjoy, maybe even a dog. and then, something happens that sets off this never-ending chain reaction of bullshit and it all gets swept away from you in a heartbeat. all your friends are dead now and you might be alive but god at what cost.

the first two sentences are already enough to describe her life. she really is the cleaning lady of hc

#oc: yuna neuer #oc: zoiya #oc: shireen oqir #oc: laurie devin #tag game #haven't done one of these in a while #i am hissing at some of these questions but the results are nice regardless #sad that no one got the killer result tho

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marivenah · 11 months

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Of The Abyss

Pairing: Maul x Shireen Oqir (f!OC)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Depictions Of Violence

Summary: Something unknown has been calling Maul through the Force. The young apprentice is eager to find the source and put an end to the distraction of the voice.

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Chapter 1 - The Veil

The Outer Rim has always been a vast place of uncertainty. A region the galaxy’s biggest scum call home. Countless criminals — smugglers, slavers and pirates. The latter of which Maul spotted in the system when he arrived. Thanks to the cloaking device of the Scimitar, they hadn’t noticed him. The presence of pirates came as a surprise as there is nothing of interest in this system. Not for them, at least.

At first, the voice had only ever appeared within his dreams. Calling? It is always inaudible, undiscernible. Dreams of the forgotten voices of the Sith? It didn’t matter then, dreams can be deceiving. Until he heard it again one night, in a fully awake state.

The Sith apprentice had just paid his master a visit on Coruscant, growing more impatient for revenge with every new meeting. We shall not reveal ourselves to the Jedi yet. To gain power, one must garner strength first. So, his master tasked Maul to find that strength by indulging in his bloodlust. However, he was not satiated, the hunger still lingering deep within.

It was then on Coruscant when he heard it. Still unable to make out what it was saying, yet, in a way, the young assassin felt drawn to it. As if it was calling for him. Pleading him to find it.

And it led him all the way to this planet.

With heavy footsteps, Maul wades through the soft, deep snow on a deserted planet somewhere in the Outer Rim. Snow was falling when he entered the atmosphere. Once he landed, it had already turned into a storm. The raging snowstorm has gotten even worse after he stepped outside of his ship. It might have been able to protect him from the snow, but it appears the voice itself is weakened by the heavy weather, as he couldn’t hear it in the Scimitar.

For that brief moment his mind was filled with silence, and, for the first time, he contemplated the decisions that led him to this point. Was the Force playing tricks on him? Fooling his mind for undefined reasons? Perhaps it was his master’s doing, testing his apprentice for his determination.

As soon as Maul set foot outside the Scimitar, the voice was back, all but a whisper. It had never been very prominent before — faint yet powerful enough to reach him all the way up on Coruscant.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been searching for the source. What feels like hours must’ve been only a few minutes in the cold. He considered sending out his Sith probe droids but what would they be looking for? Maul himself doesn’t even know what is waiting for him to be found.

He comes to a halt as soon as the call is getting louder, minimal but it seems to notice that he’s getting closer. One turn to the right and after a few more steps Maul finds himself standing in front of a subsidence.

From his position he spots something halfway buried in the snow, awfully close to a hole in the ground. It reveals the blue stone underneath the snow. By closer inspection of the object, it appears to be a ship. Out of the parts that are still visible, it seems to be a Kom’rk-class fighter with a certain symbol drawn onto it. Unusually far from the Mandalore sector.

From what he can tell, the planet has no noteworthy qualities — the living conditions are non-existent, and the climate makes it useless for mining. It’s highly unlikely the Mandalorians came to this place on purpose. Their ship must’ve crashed. And yet it wasn’t a distress signal that called him here — it was the Force. Maybe the ship had been stolen. A Jedi who fought the gun-slinging warriors and took their ship?

At the mere thought of the Jedi, his muscles tense up. His body temperature rising so high it could have melted the snow under his boots. The pure hatred the Sith apprentice feels for them only fuels him to continue his way to the ship. If it actually is a Jedi, they would be a fool to call a Sith for help, even if unintentional. It will be their last mistake.

Before reaching the Starfighter, Maul steps on something solid, making it crack on impact. He stops in his tracks and lifts his foot slightly, taking a step back. He uses the same foot to brush the snow aside. Buried underneath is a pile of bones. At the end of it — the skull of a Nikto.

Was this the pilot of the ship? It is highly unlikely that the planet inhabits any lifeforms, especially the Kajain’sa’Nikto, who are native to desert climates. So, the cold must’ve been the death of this one. But why leave the ship in the first place? Granted, it seems to be non-functional, but what were they hoping to find out here? Additionally, a single one of them would never be able to take a Gauntlet Starfighter from a Mandalorian.

Perhaps the pirates in this system are looking for missing members.

The whistling of the snowstorm isn’t as loud as it was before, as this location is shielded by the surrounding stone, but still howling through the silence of this planet.

Something stirs within Maul when he notices that it’s not as silent as it should be. He senses a presence, though not from inside the ship.

He slowly turns around, scanning the area for any sign of life. Due to the snowfall, it’s hard to make out anything other than the contrasting blue walls of stone, forcing him to squint his eyes. What he spots are several other piles scattered across the ground. Without doubt more bones — the rest of the crew, but the opposite of what he’s looking for.

The feeling of the presence is getting clearer. It’s closing in on him. As Maul turns to look at what’s approaching him, he swiftly moves out of the way. His opponent misses the attack and lands several meters away from him. Its feet slide over the ground, pushing it even farther. After it regains its footing, it roars at him — hoarse and strained, baring its sharp teeth. Then it leaps into movement, sprinting at him in a zigzag pattern.

Maul gets a hold of his spear. He swings it at the incoming creature, which brakes sharply and avoids the attack by taking a step back. He swings again, from right to left and it dodges by quickly ducking its head. It then aims to bite at his legs. He jumps out of the way, making the animal close its mouth around air. It hisses at him.

The creature continues to rapidly bite at him, alternately targeting his legs, arms and head. Maul jumps, crouches and swerves to avoid the attacks. Every step that gets him closer to the ship, his opponent moves between him and said object, pushing him back again. The creature has the agility to do more damage but refuses to leave its general position.

When Maul finds the chance to strike the animal, it does nothing. His spear scratches at the scales but no cut appears. Then his opponent hastily spins around. He evades the attack of the spiked tail by doing a backward somersault. He lands a few meters away from his attacker.

Instead of lunging at him again, the creature stays at a distance but remains cautious, nonetheless. It starts circling Maul, slowing down once it’s in front of the ship.

In this position, he gets a better look at the creature. It seems to be a kind of quadrupedal reptilian he cannot name. The scales are a mix of warm shades of yellow and orange. There is something resting around its neck, most likely frills that it hasn’t presented yet. Due to — at least from what he can examine — them protecting the softer and vulnerable belly. Another desert inhabitant stranded on this ice planet. And perhaps a more plausible explanation for the demise of the Nikto and their fellow crew members.

Despite its size advantage, it fully relies on agility instead of brute force, opting only for quick attacks so far. Though, this one doesn’t even reach half the size of a Rathtar and Maul has slain several of those before. If he can injure the legs, he should be able to slow it down, giving him the opportunity to reach the more vulnerable parts of its body.

As soon as it stops prowling, the animal straightens its posture, trying to seem even bigger than it already is. In this short-lived moment of abeyance, Maul is able to sense something within his opponent — despite never forming a connection with animals before — though it isn’t furious anger as one would expect from a feral creature, but instead uneasiness.

Maul keeps his feet steady on the cold ground. His gloves creak from the tight grip around the spear. He then takes the opportunity to strike first. As expected, it tries to dodge the attack, so he spins the spear around and whacks it into the creature’s head, making it stumble back a few steps, slowly moving away from the ship.

Now its belly and legs are exposed, so the Sith apprentice stabs his spear into the chest plates of the animal. They are unexpectantly resistant, the wound doesn’t go very deep. In fact, it seems like it barely made an impact. One small screech and it whips its tail at his legs. He easily jumps over it. While still partly in the air, the creature pushes its whole weight against Maul. He stumbles slightly but regains his footing fairly quickly. It results in the spear getting shoved in a little deeper.

To help it get further, he places his hand right before the blade starts and puts pressure on it. The reptile bites into the handle of the weapon and frantically pushes and pulls until it escapes the wound.

Neither of them lets go of the weapon, so it turns into a constant back and forth between them. Maul uses enough strength to fully pull the creature away from the ship.

Visibly angered by his resistance, it quickly rises to stand on its hind legs and uses all its brute force to push the Zabrak to the ground.

It leans its whole weight on both his arms, pressing Maul deep into the snow. Then, it gets full hold of the spear and throws it into the direction of the hole. The weapon is gone.

While Maul can’t move his arms to reach for his lightsaber, his legs are free to move. Before the creature turns its full attention back to him, he kicks up into the wound. It winces at the impact, removing some of the weight. He kicks it again, this time into its lower jaw.

Eventually, it releases him fully, stumbling away as the hits to its head seem to have disoriented it.

Maul jumps back onto his feet in one swift movement. Before the reptile can fully recover, he whips out his hand and sends it flying into the rocky wall behind it. Snow falls from the top of the cliff and buries the creature underneath.

Whether it actually had an effect, the creature doesn’t let it show — shaking the snow off as it re-emerges from it.

Maul awaits the next move, his hand moving to his lightsaber. But it doesn’t come. The animal still in its place, as if frozen by the snowstorm. It snarls at him, and then, for the first time, spreads its neck frills — most likely a threat — and screeches, the sound shrill and vibrating. Then it vanishes. Washing away like a holo that was turned off.

It’s not actually gone, he can still feel its presence. The intensity of its rage and determination to win the fight. And it’s drawing closer.

Seeing as there are no other lifeforms present to witness Maul’s next move, he pulls out his lightsaber, ignites one side, and strikes upwards.

The creature cries out in pain, taking a step back as it reappears right in front of its opponent. Its right front leg now graced with a cauterized cut. It tries to stand on it, but the wound doesn’t allow for any pressure. So, it limps away from him, taking small steps on only three legs. Though, even now that it’s injured, it doesn’t leave the area.

This gives Maul the perfect opportunity to strike the creature down. It keeps its distance but stays close enough for him to look into its yellow eyes. He notices its view is resting on the red light of his saber. Then they move upwards, creating direct eye contact for the first time. Sharp breaths shoot out of its nostrils, visible in the cold.

The ignited blade still burns in front of the Sith assassin’s body, just like his desire to put an end to this conflict. But now that they’re standing here, the only noise being the wind howling through the air, he can’t push himself to do it. And it confuses him. One look into the reptile’s eyes and it feels like he’s greeting an old friend. Out of everyone he met, Maul feels this way about an animal that had just tried to kill him. Or maybe, he doesn’t exactly understand the concept of a friend. Regardless, it looks as if it feels the same. There’s no more anger, no more rage.

Its eyes move to look at the ship, then back at him. It growls lowly before leaving the area completely.

The noises whistle through his mind again — or perhaps it is the wind carrying the snow around? The voice has been quiet during the previous encounter. He turns off his lightsaber and puts it away before stepping closer to the ship. Even now, while being this close to the source, it only gets gradually less audible as the storm is getting worse. As if the cold is trying to drown it out, choke it until it fades.

The Gauntlet lays slightly askew next to the rocky wall. The majority of the right wing is buried in the snow, while the rest of the ship is covered in a thin layer of fresh-fallen snow. He walks around it, to the ship’s bow and finds a way underneath it, to the airlock door. He spots it, partly open. Most likely opened by force. Now he wonders whether it was to get outside or inside.

The opening is big enough for Maul to slip through.

Once inside, it feels as though he just entered a whole different world. Shielded from the reigning storm, the durasteel drowns out any noise from outside. Though it’s not very successful at keeping the cold out. His breath being just as visible as it was in the cool air.

The interior of the Gauntlet is covered in ice. The cockpit is completely shut off, sealed behind a thick layer of frozen water. Every footstep echoes within the crystallized walls. It’s so quiet he can hear water droplets land on the durasteel. There are a few puddles scattered across the floor, alongside small pieces of ice.

This strange feeling that flows through his whole body returns. He doesn’t quite know what to make of it, nor does he fully understand it. It’s very weak but still present, although it seems like it’s being held back. Imprisoned. Shrouded by the Force. And desperately trying to breach through. The silent atmosphere in the ship makes it feel stronger than it is. And still, it leads him to go further.

As Maul passes even more ice, he stops. His eyes scan the wall, and he notices a shadow. Something is inside.

In his periphery, he spots several lines scraped into it. Always grouped in a number of four within close proximity. And there are a lot of them scattered across the block of ice. It must have been desperate to reach what is frozen.

He places his gloved hand on the ice, the coldness immediately piercing through the leather. The ice wall consists of several different layers. The ship is in a continuous loop of melting and freezing again due to the extreme climate of the planet. Though it was never enough to free what is trapped. Maul wipes over the half-melted and fogged-up ice to reveal what it conceals.

The silhouette is a lot sharper. Its contour delicately shaping it. A shape that’s familiar to him.

Someone is inside.

Most obviously the source of what called him here. It’s not louder, but clearer. It isn’t saying his name, it might not even be speaking. It is more of a humming. A sound he would describe as melodic, yet strange. His muscles go slack as his whole body goes into a state of serenity. As if whoever is in there wanted him to be here and that’s why they called for him.

This unusual feeling entices him to place his hand back on the ice — fingers spread while only their tips touch the frozen wall. Through the Force Maul senses the person’s exact position and then makes the ice break around them.

A crack — and it splits in various directions. He removes his hand and takes a step back. He silently watches it break apart until the person inside is unveiled — a young woman.

Asleep. Or unconscious. As soon as she’s fully freed, she drops to the floor with a loud thud.

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#mywriting*#oc: shireen oqir #shireen x maul #fic: of the abyss #big thank you to mika for proofreading this 🥺💜#I'm not that happy with it but hey it was good practice for fight scenes!#i really tried my best to write him as canonically accurate as possible 😭#i'm not good at writing from a male pov lmao #should've written it from his opponent's pov instead it would've been easier😔#there are two small details in this chapter that will be very important later on #which were the only reasons to include this whole chapter..

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marivenah · 7 months

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Of The Abyss

Pairing: Maul x Shireen Oqir (f!OC)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Depictions Of Violence

Summary: The woman in the ice awakens but there is no time for recovery. After losing everything, someone is threatening to also take the last of what she has. The warrior is being tested in a fight for life and death.

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Chapter 2 - Ever Silent

It happened quickly. But it felt like time came to a stop.

Everything came crashing down. The hyper-awareness of every possible sensation quickly turned into dread.

Coldness flooding. Imprisonment. Outcry. Thin air. Pain.

Paralysis.

Darkness.

Silence.

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A throb.

Cool, fresh air burns inside her nose and inflates her lungs. Tiny white spots flicker in the blackness.

She feels everything at once and yet nothing at all. As if something is trying to fill an ever-empty void. For years upon years. And she is now experiencing the aftermath of it. It is strange. It feels as though she has awoken from a year’s long slumber.

Everything is knocking at the walls of her head, begging to let it all in. There is no noise, only the stinging sensation of pain.

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#mywriting*#oc: shireen oqir #shireen x maul #fic: of the abyss #more fighting.. yay #i swear the next ones will calm down 😭#i hate summaries can you tell lol #also forgive me for making this a snippet only but if i publish them on ao3 i will post the full pieces over there only from now on #i know some of yall aren't really sw people (but are on the general list) so let me know if you want off the taglist for this!

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marivenah · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @corvosattano @socially-awkward-skeleton and @jackiesarch to do this tag game, thank you 💙

sending no pressure tags to @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @river-ward @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @leviiackrman @roofgeese @kyber-infinitygems @poetikat @shegetsburned @shellibisshe @jacobseed and anyone who wants to play!

— FAVOURITE OC (CURRENTLY)

I don't really have an all-time fave, so going with the current one. So this one should be pretty obvious as I'm so annoying about her right now. Thanks to the hyperfixation on sw that hit me like a truck, I am putting so much more work into her character and story now than I ever had before. (Pretty much how it was with Zoiya when I created her.) Let's see how long this lasts.

— OLDEST OC

I've mentioned it before here and there in tags but Luna is my oldest oc and the first one I've ever put serious work into. The 2000s Fantastic Four movies were my first exposure to superhero movies and I thought 'hey that looks like fun!' and that's basically how she came into existence.

I probably have even older ocs but they're from fandoms I'm not part of anymore.

— NEWEST OC

The newest addition is Romy! I still need to develop her more but I had some unused concepts for original fiction stuff which she just absorbed I guess. So, at least there's a base.

— MEANEST OC

This one was hard to decide because I don't exactly have a purely evil oc. I also considered Carol, Shireen, and Yártien. While the others kill as well, having their very own interpretation of justice, Harper is extremely self-righteous. If people stand in her way, she will not shy away from making sure they don't, no matter what kind of person they are. I'd say she has a soft spot for nurses though.

— SOFTEST OC

One of the calmest and most reasonable Jedi you'll meet. She is just so full of love and joy that some would question whether she strictly follows the Jedi Code or not? She really has to put a lot of effort into not forming any attachments. Additionally, killing her opponents will always be her last resort. She even tries her best to get Inquisitors to come back to the light side.

— MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC

She's a bitch, and she knows it. She put a lot of work and effort into getting where she is today. And she'll do anything to keep that position. She'll knowingly gaslight gatekeep girlboss her way through life. She's in a high enough position to make the life of others miserable. And if she doesn't like the other person, she'll enjoy it even more.

— SMARTEST OC

Luna was raised by and learned from the smartest man on Earth. So, I thought I'd make her smart too. Back when she was created the mcu really lacked female geniuses. She's an expert in several scientific fields such as physics, chemistry, biology, and all kinds of engineering and a lot more. She's the ultimate nerd.

— DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC

Yuna dates a serial killer knowing full well what he's doing. She's also pretty dumb and oblivious. Not necessarily stupid but she only has one brain cell. Head empty at all times.

— OC I'D BE FRIENDS WITH IRL

Rose is a great best friend. Very dedicated and loyal. She has a big family so she's also very social, though not overly obnoxious. A very good listener and always tries to give helpful advice. Sometimes that advice is just to go out and have stupid fun to free the mind from the problems for some time. idk I'd just want to be her friend haha

#tag game #oc: shireen oqir #oc: luna richards #oc: romy schulz #oc: harper ray #oc: kieda tarnji #oc: scarlet #oc: yuna neuer #oc: rose adams #you don't have to tag them all if you don't want to lol these are so many #this was fun!#talking about them all really makes me miss every single one of them 😭

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marivenah · 11 months

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Shireen Oqir (sw) - AU where her species is water-based | Paloma García (uc) - this mermaid princess is helping out two brothers find hidden treasure | Zoiya (arcane) - the siren is looking out for her next soul to devour

I was tagged by @kyber-infinitygems and @corvosattano to use this pretty meiker! (+ saw @poisonedtruth use it too) Thank you 💜 I definitely got carried away here sksks

tagging (no pressure ofc) @risingsh0t @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @nightbloodbix @river-ward @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @jackiesarch @voidika @madparadoxum @indorilnerevarine @shadowglens @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @strangefable @poetikat @leviiackrman @shegetsburned @purplehairsecretlair @roofgeese @shellibisshe @jacobseed and YOU!

#oc: shireen oqir #oc: paloma garcía #oc: zoiya #meiker #ask to tag #figured these would fit best for a mermaid au storywise #zol finally living up to her title in the most literal sense

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marivenah · 7 months

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FLUFFTOBER - DAY 16

Singing one another to sleep - for Shireen

>> prompt list

Pairing: Shireen x Maul

Characters: Shireen Oqir, Maul, Konag Oqir

Words: 1k

This prompt was supposed to be written for a different ship but this little scenario came to me like two days ago and I just had to write it down.

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Another day has passed and yet again Shireen craves nothing more than to rest. It hurts her not being able to bring her children to bed and say goodnight but by now every one of them has been asleep for hours and she doesn’t want to risk waking them again.

The thought of spending a calm night with Maul soothes her, though.

When she enters their bedroom, she frowns. Unlike expected, she finds it empty. Or perhaps she did expect it and only wished it wasn’t so. To her luck, she knows exactly where to find him.

So, Shireen turns on her heel and heads out to exit their chamber again.

Even now that he has freed himself from the ever-tightening grip of the Sith, Maul still manages to neglect himself. Life will never allow for him to rest.

She sighs as she steps through the door but stops in her tracks. Did she spot something in her periphery?

Her view wanders back, to the balcony of the room, where she spots Maul outside, shrouded by the darkness of the night.

It comes even more unexpectedly. She tilts her head, not knowing what to make of it. Is she already dreaming? She shakes her head to make sure that she is in fact awake. Then, silently closes the door before approaching the Zabrak.

As Shireen steps outside, the soft night breeze brushes her exposed skin. Not quite cold but nonetheless refreshing in this climate. Loose fabric of her nightgown dancing in the wind.

Maul doesn’t face her. All of his attention is directed at what is resting in his arms.

“He should be asleep by now”, she says quietly, “As should you.”

He sighs, barely audible but her sixth sense didn’t fail at picking it up regardless.

“I heard him cry. I didn’t want the girls to wake up, so I brought him here.”

On one hand, it breaks her heart seeing their boy struggle so much. Konag is such a happy baby. Just like his sister Hinah, only that she almost never cried. But life seems to want to put obstacles in his way at any given opportunity.

On the other, seeing Maul take care of the boy, doing everything he can to make Konag feel better makes her heart melt back together.

Everything the Zabrak suffered through as a child, and yet he chose to raise his own with so much patience and compassion.

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Softness.

And kindness. One she has only ever witnessed from him when the two of them are alone.

The thought makes Shireen smile. She places a hand on Maul’s shoulder while looking over it.

“He isn’t crying anymore”, she notes.

“Yes, but unfortunately, he wasn’t able to fall asleep again”, he says.

The low tone of their voices is almost sending Shireen to sleep herself. But the worry for her son is keeping her awake. She rests her head on Maul’s shoulder, then reaches for little Konag, softly caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers. The tiny red boy smiles when he spots her. And it’s so incredibly infectious.

Shireen hums, “So, what do we do with you, little one?”

“It may not work the same as for the girls but perhaps you can still try to sing him to sleep with one of your lullabies.”

It doesn’t? “You want me to sing to him out loud? Do you remember what happens every time I do so?”

He scoffs, at least that’s what it sounds like. “Your singing has never affected me. Konag might not be of your species, but you are his mother. I doubt your singing would have negative effects on him.”

“That much is true, but not because of the reasons stated”, she says with a tired smile. “You noticed his horns started to grow. But have you noticed these?”

She points her fingers at the tiny dark spots right above his ears. Just like his horns, his antennae started to grow.

“While he may not be fully of my species, he does carry parts of it. Whatever features the male offspring of the queen inherits is different for each, but it’s never nothing. His eyes aren’t black, and he won’t have full organic armour, but what he did get are his antennae.”

She chuckles, “And...”

Konag yawns, exposing his very tiny very little fangs.

“Don’t think he got his fangs from you.”

“So, he is part of it?”, he asks calmly, referring to the network.

Her Zabrak will probably never learn everything about her species, but she appreciates that he still tries despite it sometimes sounding like a school lesson. He knows more than anyone else ever will. Enough to understand. And that is more than enough for her.

Shireen cups Maul’s face in her hand and nods. He leans into the touch. He is, as always, radiating with warmth and it results in her growing even more tired. So, she leads him back inside.

Once they’re all comfortable in the bed, Shireen takes Konag from Maul and cradles the baby in her arms.

“You might be a little too young to sing yet but you can listen.” She lifts him up into the air which incites a giggle from the boy before she pulls him close to her face to rub her nose on his tiny one.

Then, she lays down, into Maul’s arms and puts Konag between them.

Eventually, she closes her eyes, which have become heavy by now, and listens to the silence for a moment, that is only filled with soft breathing.

Once their breathing is seemingly synched, Shireen starts singing. One of the oldest lullabies she knows. It takes her a lot of strength to not fall asleep, too. The days have been exhausting. So, she values these little moments of peace even more.

Through the use of the force, Shireen can sense the boy slowly dozing off. And when the singing ends, the silence can not only be heard but felt.

“I think he heard it”, she whispers.

When she doesn’t get an answer, she opens her eyes again and finds Maul sound asleep as well. Seems like Konag wasn’t the only one listening.

Shireen smiles to herself. Something to remember for the future.

It doesn’t take long for her to give in. The heat radiating through her sending her off to sleep.

#oc: shireen oqir #txt.shireen #x: to your deepest low #mywriting*#mine.ft23 #ahh i enjoyed writing this way too much 🙈#i finished this so quickly #also i will never not use the opportunity to info dump about her species i'm sorry 🤡#no idea where exactly they are at this point in their lives so keeping it vague here sksks

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marivenah · 1 year

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bonded through the force, they cannot be who they are without the other

#oc: shireen oqir #x: to your deepest low #myedit*#templatebyme*#they have a force bond going on so whenever they flop they flop together 🥰#they really have me by the throat rn idk how they do it but every time i come back to sw i'm in SO DEEP #also don't look at me i needed to make sure everyone knows about the gb x mw dynamic #didn't mean to hijack the song but it's just everything to me #they can be besties with ani*dala ig <3 #all of their contacts are men this is so sad #also oh my first edit for them...#anyways gonna crawl back into my hole and cry and think of more ways to make them suffer and then cry again

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marivenah · 1 year

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Zoiya (arcane) || Shireen Oqir (sw)

Juliet Romano (d*sney) || Paloma García (uc)

Rose Adams (dc) || Luna Richards (m*rvel)

I was tagged by @roofgeese and @detectivelokis to use this adorable picrew! Thank you beloveds, this one was so cute 🖤

tagging @sstewyhosseini @risingsh0t @jinfromyarikawa @baldurrs @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @corvosattano @indorilnerevarine @purplehairsecretlair @leviiackrman @shadowglens @poetikat @phillipsgraves @jendoe @fourlittleseedlings @nightbloodraelle @strangefable @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @jacobseed and YOU! Please don't make a reblog chain out of this, thank you! 💕

#oc: zoiya #oc: shireen oqir #oc: juliet romano #oc: paloma garcía #oc: rose adams #oc: luna richards #picrew #I definitely made way more I couldn't resist #I miss rat girl so much I need to bring her back for something 🤧#fyi palo just beat some dude's ass #sam was cheering her on and nate recorded it idk #I'd say all of these are the current headclowns?#I watch one (1) m*rvel movie and luna comes crashing through the door #for the first time ever a picrew didn't have the green hair option 😭#so I had to take matters into my own hands

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marivenah · 1 year

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Shireen and her fellow, most loyal M*ndalorians

#oc: shireen oqir #oc: kane desegh #oc: keann amai #oc: xarn qat #myedit*#mygraphics*#don't ask me why everyone's half naked ok that Just Happened #also I don't accept criticism of my fc choices I was too lazy to look for a better one for gar 😭#mr hunnam is a placeholder but we all know placeholders will never stay just that #was trying out some sort of network/cast template all day and again feeling very meh about it

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marivenah · 1 year

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Aroa Ridley (destiny) || Zoiya (arcane)

Yártien (l*tr) || Shireen Oqir (sw)

Paz Acosta (c*d) || Sara Pati Ryder (me:a)

I was tagged by @voidika @roofgeese @shegetsburned and @shellibisshe to use this really cute picrew! thank you I really like this one 💕

sending no pressure tags to @risingsh0t @sstewyhosseini @detectivelokis @jinfromyarikawa @baldurrs @poisonedtruth @ghastlyrider @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @corvosattano @jackiesarch @indorilnerevarine @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @leviiackrman @shadowglens @poetikat @phillipsgraves @jendoe @fourlittleseedlings @nightbloodraelle @madparadoxum @strangefable @jacobseed and YOU!

#oc: aroa ridley #oc: zoiya #oc: yártien #oc: shireen oqir #oc: paz acosta #oc: sara hypatia ryder #I needed one happy/flustered shireen in her pre-tpm era 🤧#why are the nose options always Like That

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marivenah · 1 year

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OCs as poisonous flowering plants

I was tagged by @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @kyber-infinitygems and @socially-awkward-skeleton to take this uquiz for the worsties! thank you frens 💚

tagging @risingsh0t @jinfromyarikawa @baldurrs @poisonedtruth @confidentandgood @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @corvosattano @jackiesarch @indorilnerevarine @purplehairsecretlair @nightwingshero @fourlittleseedlings @nightbloodbix @voidika @madparadoxum @strangefable @leviiackrman @shadowglens @poetikat @shellibisshe @jacobseed @shegetsburned and YOU!

I can't believe I have the whole loser girl club assembled with this one.

Hemlock

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

her title is literally 'the survivor' so this just fits perfectly. she's full of guilt and regret and can't let it go. but she has so many people in her life that help her grow and thrive over time, which she couldn't have done alone. also 'you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung'. crying.

Lily Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

it fits her perfectly. all she does is giving. cruelty is pretty much all she's ever known and she was never allowed to grow or thrive, especially not for her own good.

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

she really craves the feeling of true love, the warmth that comes with it. but she's afraid of it and lets others tell her that it's a weakness and poisonous. so that's what she sees it as but it's not what it feels like to her. she's a little confused but she gets the spirit.

Oleander

This is the poison of stagnation. You grow drowsy. Your heart rate slows, and when you do move you can't seem to stop shaking. It may seem to others that you're lazy, or reticent. Like you avoid hard work on purpose, like you always take the easy way out. But you know deep down that it wouldn't be like this if you weren't so tired, so deeply tired. If you weren't crushed under the weight of sorrow like a mile of water over your head. Nothing brings you peace, except rest and-- though you can hardly dare to ask-- having someone tend to you gently and sweetly. A good gardener speaks to their plants, sings to them, waters them, fertilizes their soil, prunes the dead parts, nurtures the new growth. You yearn to be cared for like that, even though you feel you don't deserve it. The secret is that you do. You always have. And someday, you'll learn that, and receive that care, and the exhaustion won't keep you from growing strong and lovely anymore. You were never the problem. These are simply poor growing conditions for you.

while the lazy part may not apply, she does have so much weight on her shoulders. and she's Tired, but that doesn't stop her from continuing to work. and she has never been nurtured or cared for. until she finds her very own family.

Doll's Eyes

This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

oh this girl is running from everything, including herself. and it really halters her growth for so long. ironic how she has healing powers but never allowed herself to truly heal.

#oc: shireen oqir #oc: laurie devin #oc: zoiya #oc: carol kovacs #oc: luna richards #tag game #technically paz is part of the club but she has the same result as shireen #this one was SO good #i didn't even have to choose op's sp*tify playlist titles!

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