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Complications

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So, I saw the movie finally. I still have questions.

None the less, it was radiant.

I don’t know what these are, I just had to make ‘em— and I’m making more, I don’t know, I’ve been watching this nonsense for almost 20 years, damn it, I just dig in.

Part 2 (x)

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.

No Place (Like Home)

Welcome Home! Does anyone else remember this show?

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Listen, I don’t compose anything, but when I do I have no self control, and that color palette got me like 🌈

@partycoffin thank you for this labor of liminal nostalgic terror love, and all the parts of my brain it scratches most satisfyingly

cross-posted from my TikTok @piecesleftover

Lyrics:

There’s No Place Like Home,

There’s No Place Like Home, (Hi, Neighbor! Welcome home!)

There’s No Place Like Home, (Hello, Neighbor! Welcome home!) x5

There’s No Place Like Home…

Meanwhile…

Wishing You The Best (In The Worst Way)

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Longest comic to date! I had endeavored to finish this by Valentine’s, but that did not even happen. Still, labors of love.

Song: My Kink Is Karma - Chappell Roan

Slowly Learning (That Life Is Okay)

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A Little Night Music AU

I’m still writing it, never fear, it’s just slow going. I have this habit of writing completely out of order—especially since this story is based in music, and my song fixations are fickle AF.

(Excerpt from a far-away chapter) We’re Talking Away:

Moon stared at your phone—but to your dismay, he didn’t move to take it. For a moment, you were afraid Sun had been wrong—that not even this kind of olive branch would work.

When he finally moved, you nearly jerked back. He paused. Watching you. Reading you. Moon touched down onto the carpet. Then, he touched the phone at last. And he scrolled. For the longest thirty seconds of your life.

When his hand slid from the device, you frowned at his selection. It was the track you’d been looping since your talk with Sun. He’d been listening.

“…You sure? You’re not bored of this one yet?”

His eyelights shuttered briefly. Then nothing. If you didn’t know any better, you could have mistaken him for an elaborate art installation; standing like a mannequin in the neon light. His stillness in these moments still unnerved you just enough. Which was likely their intention, regardless of the fragile bridges you were rebuilding.

He lifted a hand—the lack of bells nearly startling you; an unpleasant reminder of how you got to this point. But you didn’t flinch. You promised. You waited.

Moon’s faceplate rotated, slowly, the gears clicking mutely. And slowly, gently, his fingers touched the edge of your phone again.

Tap. Tap.

You huffed.

“You’re the boss.”

You hit play.

As the first wave of synth drums pulsed in your fingers, Moon lifted off the ground once more. He regarded you, ever silent—his eyelights glowing across your face. You searched for words. Something, anything, to keep this moment from ending—to delay Moon from taking off into the dark again.

And then he’s soaring. Twisted up in that cable like aerial silk, swinging, tinny laughter floating over the familiar synthesized music. Something in your chest unclenched. You couldn’t help a smile as he passed just a bit too close, brushing your shoulder, the point of his hat nearly hitting your chin. He twirled, hooking the wire around his foot, and swung by again. Like he’s remembering how to fly.

Show off.

I Wanna Hold Your Hand

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Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you something

And when I touch you I feel happy inside -

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?”

Elsewhere

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I like to think they saw snow somewhere, and just for a moment, rage gave way to wonder.

Happy Life Day 🌟

The concept of Sith Kenobi won’t leave me alone. And while I love the swap of factions for him and Maul, bruv, Sith Obi-Wan AND canon Maul is burrowing itself into my drawing spaces, and I just—

Dooku managing to turn Obi-Wan on Geonosis?

The consequences of losing the Great Negotiator at the start of the War?

The consequences of an abandoned Anakin?

Renegade Ventress? Meeting this fellow fallen Jedi in Obi-Wan?

Savage and Feral very much alive, with their brother living in darkness on Lotho Minor?

Mother Talzin making plans?

Oh no. I have ideas. Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh man, this has been months in the making. It’s finally done. This song only ever reminds me of the Opress brothers, and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. (Tw: blood) Comic below~

Roots

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Now I sleep and prep the next one because I can’t help myself, apparently. Click for full resolution!

Song: Roots by In This Moment

Lyric video

Original Music Video

I Can See Him

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Twin Suns continues to be magnificent as it is soul breaking, don’t touch me

Attempt

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

Peace Is A Lie

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The Force Shall Free Me

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It’s sad lizard hours, bruvs.

Loss

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My love for them knows no bounds.

Far Above

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We don’t know where we’ll fall

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This Dathomiri Zabrak is ruining my life.

B A T U U

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I have a lot of feelings about this place.

J A N E D O E

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Artistblock hours, it’s musical time~

Inevitable

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

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.

Colors of Rage

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He.

Inevitably, I end up here~

Especially pleased with this one, ngl.

Vacant

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It’s spooky season, but make it ✨aesthetic✨

Interlude: The Sign, pt. 2

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Part 1 , Part 2 (you’re here!), Part 3 (soon)

See comic under the cut:

Interlude: The Sign

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Part 1 of 3; Part 2

Interlude: Thanks, Buddy

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Making friend-shaped pals~

The boys have opinions.