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jedimasterjaina  asked:

Something cute with Dogma and a Jedi?

I see a Jedi and raise you a bunch of soon-to-be Jedi.

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Dogma doesn’t know what he expected when he went into the Jedi creché. It certainly wasn’t a herd of younglings painting diamonds onto his armor with their fingers, but that is exactly what is happening.

A little Rutian-skinned Twi'lek girl grins gaptoothedly at him as she dips her hand in bowl of yellow paint, and dabs a bright yellow angled square right where his heart would beneath his chestplate.

Another wookie boy with gobbets of paint in his dark fur paints two on each of his shoulder pieces.

By the time the younglings are done, and it takes a long time for them to finish up, there’s next to no white left on his armor. Dogma finds that he doesn’t mind, even if it’s horrendously beyond regulation.

When the younglings were sent to bed, Dogma shuffles over to the Jedi that had suggested he do this in the first place.

“Hey, uh, that really helped. Thank you, ma'am.”

Bant Eerin smiles at him. “I told you it would, Dogma. Next time, try to believe me.”

anonymous asked:

Baze/Chirrut/Bodhi "let us take care of you"

Oooookay!

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Bodhi distinctly remembers the smell of his mother’s apartment. He couldn’t tell you the color of the walls, he could only recall the number of rooms – one, with a thermistove in one corner and two beds next to each other in another. They’d used the restroom and sonic showers in the shop below – because they’d been too poor to afford a place that had them in the plural, but he could always remember the smell that clung to that single, tiny room.

His mother’s apartment had been above a Twi'lek spice merchant’s shop. It had always smelled like cayenne, like mint, like Jehda’s native Itmuul, like hundreds of different spices from hundreds of worlds. It had sometimes smelled like the delicate perfume his mother had spritzed on occassion. When his mother had fallen sick, it had smelled like bacta. When she had finally died, it had smelled like dust and memories.

Bodhi sits in the back of the Rebel captain’s ship and thinks about the fact that every scent, every moment, is gone, along with everything he had ever known that wasn’t the Empire.

His hands stir restlessly in his lap. He wishes he were the one piloting the ship. At least when he flew something, it took all of his attention. Here, sitting in the back with a quiet, angry young woman and two Temple guardians, he’s allowed to think too much.

That was his problem, he decides. He thinks too much. His hands ball into fists and squeeze until they hurt, and part of him knows that Jehda City had been destroyed because of him. Because he’d dared to think he could help change something. Because he’d listened to Galen Erso and his fervent words.

He’d had nothing left on Jehda, after his mother died. It’s why he’d joined the Empire. The chance to travel the galaxy had always been a dream of his; and the chance to get away from the spice-scented home of his mother had been something he’d needed, desperately.

But it hadn’t been as simple as that. He’d seen things, transported people and artillery meant to destroy entire towns. He’d played a terrible part in the destruction the Empire wrought.

Perhaps Jehda was karma coming to bite you in the ass, Bodhi tells himself, perhaps you deserve the guilt, and then presses his hands to his eyes when the thought runs it’s course. It was like Galen always said: grief fades, but guilt will eat at you until there’s nothing left.

Bodhi honestly isn’t sure which he’s feeling right now.

It’s while he has his eyes covered that the monk makes his way over to him. Bodhi pulls his hands away and looks up bleary-eyed at a smiling, blind face when the monk politely clears his throat and says, “It isn’t your fault.”

“And how do you know that?” Bodhi asks, angrier than he means to sounds.

The monk hums and sits down beside him. “Okay, I lied. It is your fault.” He says, cheerily. “But to live with regret is no way to live at all. You have done what you think was right.” He taps his staff once on the durasteel floor. “Think about that instead of whether or not it’s guilt or grief you feel. Most likely, it’s both.”

Bodhi doesn’t bother to ask him to explain. He’d grown up with Guardians of the Whills – he knows how cryptic they can be, and how much they can know without asking.

“How do you feel?” He hears himself asking the monk.

The monk purses his lips and thinks. “I feel great sadness,” he finally replies. “The only home I have ever known is gone, aside from Baze there, of course.”

The monk’s guardian grunts from the other wall. The monk smiles.

“You see, Bodhi Rook, homes are other people. I sense that Jehda has not been a true home to you for a long, long time.”

Bodhi doesn’t respond to that. They both know it’s already true.

“What I’m trying to say,” the monk continues, and presses a hand over Bodhi’s. “Is that you should allow us to take care of you.” Bodhi looks sidelong at him and the monk smiles at him, genuine. “Jehda City may be no more, but we are. We can continue it.”

Bodhi sighs, and shrugs. “Your bodyguard doesn’t even like me.”

The monk waves a hand in Baze’s direction, calling him over. “Baze is gruff and more than a little angry–”

“Thanks, Chirrut,” Baze grumbles as he comes to a stop beside them.

“–but he is a good man, and so are you.” Chirrut nods as if he’s just sealed the deal with that one sentence. “We would do good to stick together.”

Bodhi looks from Chirrut up at Baze, who offers him a smile that’s surprisingly gentle.

He’s thinks about his mother. He thinks about the one-roomed apartment. He thinks about Jehda City. The scent of spices fill his nostrils.

“Okay,” he says.

Random gift art to @scisetdaily / @adgerelli because I love your blog and I can’t believe purplebacon is married and is having kids! You always give me my daily dose of Sunset and Twilight keepin me ALIVE

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I wasn’t feeling so great today. Sadly, I didn’t have anything amazing art-wise to show. So instead, here are some cutely-sloppy colored sketches of some ships I love that I made within the past 2-3 hours.. Two are canon! Korrasami and Harley x Ivy. -Umbra

Apologies for the excessive amount of tags. Just felt like putting a lot. Pff.

Sunlight #10

Even eggheads have pervy dreams. And a precious little cinnamon roll like Twilight is no exception.

Also, if anyone can work out the chemical reaction without looking it up on google, you win the “purple smarts” award for biggest nerd.

In the dim light of the lamp I saw him sitting there, an old briar pipe between his lips, his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless, with the light shining upon his strong-set aquiline features. —The Man with the Twisted Lip

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anonymous asked:

Prompt on being immortal and or unable to die.

1. “Honestly, it isn’t as fun as it sounds. It does have some perks, though.”

2. “Seriously, put the gun down. You’re embarrassing yourself. Those bullets won’t do a thing to me.”

3. “Your grandfather was a lovely man. I used to take care of him when he was a child.”

4. “Don’t bother, okay? You seriously can’t kill me. Better men than you have tried and failed.”

5. “Honestly, I have no idea how this happened. I thought I was normal, until my ex pushed me off the top of a building, and I barely got a scratch.”

6. “You’ve got me. Immortal doesn’t mean I won’t feel the pain. But let me tell you something, kid. After five hundred years, pain don’t mean much to me anymore.”

7. “Please, don’t go. You’re the last one. I don’t want to be alone. Please.”

8. “I was good for a thousand years, which I think probably says something about me. But if I don’t kill them, I get attached. And then they die anyway, and a part of me dies with them.”

9. “What are you going to do to me, honestly? You could lock me in a box at the bottom of the ocean, come back a hundred years later, and find me ready to destroy you.”

10. “Please tell me you didn’t just try to poison me. Because that would be seriously rude.”

11. “No, I’m not a vampire, and I’m not a freaky creature that sparkles in the sun, either.”

“Huh?”

“Sorry, a little inside joke. It was a book. Lost in the fires over a century ago, to my great relief.”

12. “I’m sorry, but did you just ask me if I was a zombie? I’m pretty sure I’m the opposite of a zombie, actually.”

I hope you enjoyed! I tried to bounce around to fit various types of immortals! :)

Sunlight #7

Here we go, our first day at school as a couple! I must admit, I’m really nervous. I’ve never been on a date with anyone before, so I don’t know how to act in front of everyone. Sunset says it’s as simple as walking among them any other day, but the way everyone’s staring and calling out to us, I feel a little under the spotlight.

Still, her hand is very warm. I feel… nice. My stomach is in knots, but otherwise I’m okay! I’m really okay…

Whew, this one was a bit of a victim to some trial and error, but I got there in the end! Also I noticed that Sunset’s colours were in their pre-Friendship Games contrast, so I toned that down and updated a couple other bits on her outfit.