#handicapped character

you sure can <3

This idea was so cute!

Headcanons:

They were in rival high school garage bands, Obi-Wan is a singer and Maul is a drummer

Anakin is Obi-Wan's younger step-brother and Qui-Gon and Shmi are their parents (Qui-Gon is Obi-Wan's dad and Shmi is Anakin's mom. And Qui-Gon is a teacher who helped Anakin while he was struggling in school, and met Shmi that way, and they started dating and eventually living together with their sons.)

Maul and Asajj and Savage and Feral are all siblings by different parents and their mom is Mother Talzin, a very rich woman who loves her children and needs no spouse.

Maul lost his legs in a car accident, coincidentally the same one that paralyzed Qui-Gon from the Waist down. Some drunk old Man named sheef or something dumb hit them both and died and nobody missed him

Obi-Wan was dating Satine, and Maul was dating Pre Viszla, Satine’s Sister (Bo-Katan)'s best friend.

Maul and Obi-Wan had only known each other as "the other Band's singer/drummer" until Bo got them all together for a double date she was fifth wheeling on because she's sorta friends with them all.

Maul and Obi-Wan got along really well and got caught up coming up with a song together

Satine thought it was cute and when Maul stole Obi-Wan from her, she wasn't all that upset. She's still good friends with Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan helps Maul with his schoolwork and Maul helps write new songs for (now) their band.

Obi-Wan knows about caring for prosthetics and such from helping Qui-Gon at home, so he's a pleasant surprise to Maul, who is used to having to go through the whole "just because I'm handicapped doesn't mean you should treat me differently but also sometimes I need a hand up" song and dance with him.

Maul is very loud and dramatic about Obi-Wan

He didn't have to stand outside and yell.

Qui-Gon invited him inside but he just wanted to stand outside and yell for the Aesthetic™️

Obi-Wan gets a kilt for prom in part because of his scottish heritage, and in part to show exposed-lower-leg solidarity with his boyfriend.

This one was written to THIS SONG, which is stunning, and is also very much how I imagine Dawn's voice.

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Tefaelian had his harp, neatly tucked into a carrying case, over one shoulder, and Dawn’s hand in his.

“Lead me safely,” he told her, pale eyes turned sightlessly to hers even as he smiled. “There are not enough trees here to guide me.”

They had stolen an evening, and Tefaelian made an unusual request of her. He often heard the singing from the taverns in town, and he was curious to learn the human music. Dawn sang some of it to him, but she was a duke’s daughter, and the townsfolk were reluctant to sing their bawdy tavern songs for her.

So now she wore a soft, simple dress with her hair braided up like a country lass. She had worried that Tefaelian would stick out in his Faerie silks, but when he met her at the edge of the forest, he was dressed in the muted clothes of a traveling bard. Oh, he would always be beautiful, but with his hair covering the points of his ears and dressed in human clothes, he looked just human enough to pass in the shadowy taverns.

READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!

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Songbird Songs:

Dawn is not a lovely woman, but her blind faerie love thinks her voice is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

Sing the Revel

The Highest Window

Of Weddings and Braids (Subscriber Only!)

The Bond of Sisters

Heart and Hand (Free on Patreon!)

Through the Trees (Subscriber Only!)

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More Stories!

me: *needs all the draal/jim fic*

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me: *writes all the draal/jim fic*

draal knows this was his only option, getting a robotic arm to take the place of his natural one. but sometimes he wishes he could go back in time and move himself over just a bit, stop his arm from turning to stone.

without it, he just feels lost. the mechanical arm helps, to a degree, but he’ll never be the same again.

he'll never fully be whole again.

and it's thoughts like these that have him lying awake at night, when he should be asleep. it has him tossing and turning, wincing at the moments where he places his metal hand beneath his head and feels the coolness hitting his face instead of a warm hand.

“you're thinking too loud,” he hears a voice say softly next to him, and he glances down at the small frame of his trollhunter, a sigh escaping him as he realizes he's been caught.

“i’ll never be the same again,” draal says, turning onto his back, staring up at the rocks that sit yards above them. “this thing, it's-- it's not a part of me, it's just… there.”

“draal, a fake arm doesn't change who you are as a person,” jim says, sliding over and reaching for said arm, placing the hand against his cheek. draal watches as he does so, frowning.

“i-i can't even feel that,” he says, anger building inside him. “how can i ever be myself again?”

“just let it go,” jim says. “pretend it's really your arm. imagine everything you’d be feeling. it won't make you feel so empty.” draal sighs, turning onto his side, reaching forward and placing his natural hand on jim’s other cheek. the boy's eyes fall shut, and he nuzzles into the touch.

“at least i can still touch you with this hand,” draal says, lifting his thumb to brush a lock of jim's hair away before it can fall into his eyes. the boy's eyes fall back open, and he smiles up at draal.

“see? you're still here,” he says. “you're still you. you can still enjoy everything life has to offer.” draal gasps softly at the comment. how did he--? before he can finish that thought, jim is moving in closer, letting his head rest against draal’s broad chest. he presses a kiss there, before turning his head and brushing a kiss to the area just above where draal's mechanical arm starts. draal can't help but smile fondly at the action, bringing his natural hand up to gently pet jim's head.

“goodnight, trollhunter,” he says softly.

“goodnight, draal.”

the two are silent for a few moments, before jim adds, “i love you.”

draal smiles, feeling himself blush. “love you too.”