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o-wise-corvid · 2 years
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“If it is free, why not use it?”
Maul’s question wasn’t out of the way. He knew that much. But the eyes of the Karmrel next to him were so bloodshot that Maul was afraid he’d see red start leaking down his cheeks. The markings there seemed to almost float off the man’s flushed skin. “Y-you don’t understand.”
Maul eyed the box of protein-based pasta in front of him and dumped it into his shopping cart. He had fifty credits that he could spend on food for the month and he already felt like he was buying too much. He had never seen so much food that he could just have. And not even have to steal any of it.
“Explain it to me then,” Maul pressed, glancing down to check on Melicent.
She blinked her huge gray-blue eyes up at him and giggled, nuzzling against his hearts. He was… beginning to refer to her, in his thoughts, as his third one. “Papa.”
He couldn’t contain the grin he gave her. Force, he adored this little thing.
“I can’… not ‘ere.”
“We are the only ones in this commissary, Jarla.”
The Karmrel flinched at the use of his name. “I- I- I di’n tell you-”
“It is on the plate beside your door.”
Jarla blinked his blister-red eyes and then they drained to white. “Oh… oh… sorry. Look… tomorrow. On the tram to the assembly-works. L’tell ya then, okay?”
“Agreed.”
Jarla left then, jabbering nervously while his feathery facial markings seemed to flutter in tandem with his heart beat. Maul didn’t spare him much attention; the skies were about to unleash yet another downpour. He didn’t want to be caught in the rain with Melicent again. The little girl was not entirely over her cough, but the fever was gone. Her father didn’t want to see her relapse.
Finished with the dry goods, Maul hurried to the baby supplies, and then ducked into the pre-packaged portion area. This was simply the easiest and cheapest option and it would be all he truly required. Besides, Maul had never cooked food for himself a day in his life. He had either hunted and eaten meat raw or been given food, whether that was rations or carefully selected servings. Perhaps he might learn in future, but… not today.
“Papa?” Melicent was leaning out of her sling, reaching for something. He stopped walking, frowning in the direction of her grasping hand.
It was a small fluffy toy, a winged insect. The floppy wings were a deep purple and it had a round, white face and large, almond-shaped black eyes. A moth. Maul started to reach for it, but then the moth zipped out of its rack, straight into Melicent’s outstretched arms. She hugged it to herself, humming happily.
And Maul discovered what it must feel like to suffer a stroke. She was Force-sensitive! She was like him! She was- of course she was! How could he have been so blind? This little one, naturally, she was so gifted. His eyes were stinging again, but this didn’t hurt. No, this was such a good feeling that Maul was sure he was about to explode.
“Papa?” A tiny hand patted his chest. “Mm?”
Maul lifted her up to eye level, which the little girl always seemed to like. She put her arms on his shoulders, the moth flopping with one of them, and thumped her forehead into this cheek. “You are so very special,” Maul whispered to her, folding his arms around her. This should be a momentous time, marked with grand words and gifts… his child… the odds were incredible that he should have found her, much less this. “I should have suspected just how much, Yon’ecosh.”
There. His language. The language he had never spoken aloud to another organic being, yet was that of his blood. His people. His little loved one deserved to be the first. It was the only gift worthy of this moment that Maul could think to give. She wouldn’t appreciate it now. But… in time. Maybe.
“Mmm,” Melicent hummed, sliding her forehead down to lean against his neck. “Papa,” she said, sounding sleepy. And content.
“Tomorrow, we will go working. Would you like to learn how to recycle scrap metal?”
“Ooooooohmmmmm,” she answered, swooping her moth up and down. Then Melicent sighed and snuggled into the collar of Maul’s uniform, her eyelashes batting against his cheek. And she fell asleep.
Maul craned his head to the side, cherishing the contact, the closeness. And then he had an idea. He would have to steal a shopping cart though.
When Melicent next awoke, Papa was very busy. She was warm and cozy in the folds of the soft dark that he wore sometimes, but Papa was the best spot. “Mm!” she called to him, though he didn’t seem to hear. Papa was still very busy.
But… he was over there and she was over here.
“Mmm! Mm!”
He said something to her and Melicent knew he was asking her to wait. She didn’t want to wait. Papa was Papa and he was over there. This was horrible. Melicent grabbed hands in his direction, hoping to pull Papa to her like she had the purple pretty… but it didn’t work. And so, all resources exhausted and frustration at its peak, she started to cry.
And then Papa was there, scooping her close where she could clutch onto him.
“Please no, please do not cry. I wanted to finish, that is all.” Maul patted Melicent’s shuddering back gently, kissing the curled fluff atop her head. “I am sorry. I am. Please don’t cry.”
“Papa,” Melicent whined, hugging herself closer emphatically.
“Alright, alright… Papa’s here. Do you want to see what I made you?”
“Mm. Mmmmm.”
Lifting Melicent up, Maul turned to let her see his project. It had taken some ingenuity and some caution, but hanging by four ropes, the basket of a shopping cart dangled near his own bed. Melicent’s own blankets and some old cloth scraps Maul had found in their cubicle lined the wired bottom, softening it for Melicent to be able to sit comfortably. Her moth was in there already, and little pieces of yellow, pink, and blue cloth dangled from the wire mesh where Maul had carefully tied them.
“Do you want to try it?” And just as he asked, a growl of thunder shook the cube stack. The thunderstorm was here. Melicent’s eyes filled with tears again and she clutched onto Maul for dear life, hiding her face. “Ah… perhaps not tonight then.”
As if that would be a problem.
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surkeart · 7 months
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be free!!
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jplupine · 5 months
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So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭
Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.
Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!
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notherpuppet · 21 days
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Three darling daughters #girldad
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admiralexclipse · 1 month
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scurviesdisneyblog · 3 months
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Early visual development for Wish (2023) by Griselda Sastrawinata-Lemay and Brittney Lee.
An earlier version of the film saw Star take on a human form as a magical, glowing character inspired by Peter Pan. Ultimately, the creative team reconceptualized Star as an ethereal, playful entity resembling Mickey Mouse. "Now Star and Asha have an emotional journey. They are soulmates." -Allison Moore.
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brotato-chibs · 2 months
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they go flying 💨🍃
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Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.
They dance 🎶
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trailerheaven · 5 months
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"Cunt" filet crochet piece, with a size 1.10 hook and 100% cotton yarn, inspired by this pinterest post
do not repost
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sasoreo · 1 month
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A continuation of this post :)
Who's your favorite Eevee? Mine's Espeon!
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ericahbrillina · 7 months
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“I watched opla for the plot”
The plot:
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ahbeduo · 1 year
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i love they
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ruubesz-draws · 8 months
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Monty would be the feral uncle
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hkblack · 9 months
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Hi folks. There seems to be a lot of confusion about what we as fans can and can't do with the striking happening. So I made a flowchart.
Let me make this SUPER DUPER EXTRA CLEAR. Unless an AMPTP studio reaches out and says "We would like to give you X (money/swag/whatever) to create content for us" (that would include writing or acting in anyway on your part) you will NOT be crossing a picket line.
Cosplay, fanart, fanfic, going feral, sharing marketing posts, watching your favorite show, getting your friends to watch your favorite show, etc does not count.
It is ONLY scabbing if you are getting REIMBURSED by the STUDIO.
Please take this flowchart, repost it, spread it everywhere!
The studios benefit from us being confused. The studios benefit from us not promoting and not watching and cancelling our subscriptions. The unions, the actors, the writers, they all benefit from us promoting in their absence, they get paid when we watch the shows, we bolster their argument when we boost the shows numbers. If we make the media popular and successful the studios have to meet the writers and actors at the table, and the writers and actors will be in the position of power.
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Malcom in the Middle | | 1.16 Water Park
Bonus + 
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lauradonnelly · 8 months
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I love...
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