I don’t believe I’ve said this before, not once in my life, but this is a really great set of STAR WARS fics that really gave me a lot of feelings and just made me feel all fizzy and happy inside. This fandom is so talented, there’s so much that takes the potential of these characters, the things that were or could have been, and does brilliant things with them. Whether diverging from canon or exploring it further, the authors of this fandom are absolutely incredible and I want to share more of that.
✦ Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & hondo & sifo-dyas & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 93.7k wip Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious. ✦ Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex & appo & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, 33.5k wip The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky. ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 22.2k wip During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. ✦ The Nature of Fire by Phosphorescent, anakin/padme & cast, 3.3k wip “One Jedi, then,” Padmé offered to the others. At least let me speak the truth to my love. At least. Please, she pleaded with them silently. “There is one Jedi—one whom I truly know all of us can trust absolutely …” Her voice trailed off into appalled silence when she realized that she wasn’t talking about Anakin. ✦ Trial and Error by aradian_nights, vader & luke & bail, 10k Prince Luke Organa accompanies his father to the senate and finds himself unexpectedly drawing some negative attention. ✦ Layers of Dust by aradian_nights, obi-wan & leia & owen & cast, 10.3k Leia Skywalker gets herself into trouble. Again. At least Old Ben Kenobi was around this time. ✦ For Love of a Queen by aradian_nights, luke & bail & vader & pooja & ryoo & cast, 35k Luke Organa’s simple diplomatic visit to Naboo is quickly soured when he is forced to confront Darth Vader… again. ✦ Deep Doubt by aradian_nights, obi-wan & leia & owen & beru & cast, 19.1k Leia Skywalker’s general disdain for the rules leads her to visiting Ben Kenobi more often than not. In her mind, becoming his apprentice is less of an if and more of a when. And she is growing impatient. ✦ Bad Actors With Bad Habits (Some Sad Singers, They Just Play Tragic) by citizenjess (givehimonemore), obi-wan/anakin, dark themes, read the warnings!, 5.9k Tired of his Padawan’s poor behavior, Obi-Wan sets out to teach him an unorthodox lesson. ✦ Attachments by Shadow Padawan, obi-wan/anakin & cast, fluff, 1.1k It had been attachment that had almost turned Anakin to the Dark Side. But it had been attachment that had forced Obi-Wan to go against the Council… ✦ It’s Not a Rule if You Don’t Try and Break It by avarand, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka/barriss & mace/depa & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, 15k The Jedi Temple takes matching its Alpha Sentinels and Omega Guides very seriously. All Omega Guides must register with the Republic and the Temple. Anakin refuses, but gets caught anyway. But if he meets enough candidates and still says no, they gotta let him go. Problem is, there’s this posh Alpha Jedi with auburn hair. ✦ Staggering Is For Those With Nothing To Live Up To by shiningjedi, mace & ponds & cast, 3.3k wip Ponds has fought side-by-side with his general for over two years, so if Windu thinks that he can’t tell when something’s off, then, with all due respect, he’s made a serious error of judgement. ✦ Three People Who Knew But Never Told by LurkingCrow, luke & mon & pooja & kix & cast, 5.2k A brief look at a few characters who might have guessed the secret of Luke’s parentage, but canonically either never did or never said so. ✦ It’s the Greatest Thing You’d Ever Imagine by WinterSky101, obi-wan/anakin/padme & bail, empress!padme, 2.1k Padmé is crowned Empress of the Galaxy. ✦ Hello Again verse part 1 / part 2 by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 2.3k wip When Anakin Skywalker is born, Obi-Wan Kenobi is flooded with dreams-memories-visions of a life already lived.
Hi I’m Gabby and really just want friends. I’m in college for psychology and sociology and hope to become a multicultural counselor. I want to travel but I’m willing to live bi-curiously through other people.
I love animals and my beautiful pets. I love watching game shows, RuPaul’s Drag Race, cooking shows, Food Network shows, HGTV, Stranger Things, Freaks and Geeks, Dear White People, The Get Down, Degrassi, and many others. I love the movie Heathers and the musical. I also love musicals! I’d love someone t share this love with. I also love love love anything Disney. And I love Youtubers including dan and phil, thomas sanders, h3h3, kingsley, troye sivan, rebel taxi, blameitonjorge, and most simmers.
I spend my time playing sims, listening to music, playing with my pets, sleeping, drawing, watching the stuff I listed, and really just anything I’m in the mood for. For music I listen to anything but country. My faves are One Direction and their solo material, troye sivan, the 1975, bastille, all time low, ariana grande, big time rush, kendrick lamar, childish gambino, nicki manji, blood orange, fall out boy, patd, any girl group, jonas brothers, and many many others.
Please contact me if you want to talk or anything :)
Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.
Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.
(If you haven’t read this yet please do so, it’s written so beautifully and the characterization is phenomenal)
“For god’s sake, Lance, will you please stop drawing cocks on your arm.” “Hey, no, we have a thing, me and dick face. I draw them a penis every morning and evening on the dot.” ——- Lance Mcclain is desperate to find his niche in the world, thought he might have when he discovered he had a soulmate. Only his soulmate seems to be a dick. Drowning under student loans and the crushing weight that is adult responsibility Lance tries to figure out where he stands in the grand scheme of the universe. He didn’t realize everything would change with just a bellybutton piercing.
AU where when you draw on your skin it shows up on your soulmate.
(One of my current favorite fics and I was actually about to reread it and catch up tonight/tomorrow since it just updated, I love the story. Also a literal tag on this fic is “it all started with bellybutton piercings” and if that doesn’t convince you to read it idk what will)
They get the odd scrape or bruise, they stub their toes at least once a month, and sometimes they get burns on their fingers, but, honestly, who doesn’t do that? They’re not clumsy and, so far, they really haven’t had any major injuries.
As far as soulmates go, Keith thinks, he really can’t complain.
And then the bruises start showing up.
Soulmate AU where your injuries show up on your soulmate and their’s show up on you.
(Angsty but it has a happy ending I promise, very sweet and I love a good angst fic with a happy ending)
Ok so after this point there are fics I haven’t actually read yet but have heard good things about, so as soon as I read them I’ll edit in some notes maybe?
One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.
Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.
Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.
[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]
THANKS FOR COMING! The Drawpile was a huge success!
Me an’ @shadzter had a great time drawing for like 5 hours straight. A few other people came and went, but most of the time it was pretty chill. Just us doodling, nerding out about @spiritsonic‘s latest ep of Ghosts of the Future, and making bets on who dies next in the aforementioned (well, I placed a bet…)
In fact this went so well maybe I’ll host another one when my summatives are over…..
Plumette telling Belle about the plague in Paris and how awful and horrible it was with lots of tears.
There is no reason they should have become friends. Plumette is cosmetics, and the court, and peonies and candied plums and endless laughter. Belle is books, and bread, and inventions, and library days filled with clean, sharp poetry. Yet somehow, as the castle settles back to itself, and slowly the staff remember how to be human—somehow, Belle finds Plumette becoming one of her best friends.
Plumette teases a laugh out of Belle. Belle gets Plumette to read Marcus Aurelius. (Plumette hates it, but never says.) The two find that despite all that divides them, there is some strange delight in having the other for a friend.
One day, the two go for a picnic. They laugh over their boys. They argue which blooms are best for flower-crowns. They split jam and peaches and hunks of melting cheese. And as the noon hour draws on, and the two mellow from the food, and the woods around them grow quiet as the birds flit home to sleep away the afternoon—Belle starts to speak.
She tells Plumette about the trip she took to Paris. Plumette is laid back on the cloth, her eyes turned up to the sky, her arms pillowing her head. Her voice low and raw, Belle whispers about seeing the dead things around her old home: the lost traces of her mother, the dust left over from the fleeing father. The abandoned drawings.
“And I wish I could remember it,” says Belle. “I know this isn’t anything to do with you, Plumette—you’re all light and cooing and it’s wonderful—I just, I wanted to say it, to somebody. I wish I remember it.”
She waits for Plumette to laugh, or say something soft and comforting, or to change the subject to something brighter than the death in Paris. But Plumette watches the sky, her face steady, her eyes big.
“No,” says Plumette.
“No.” Belle has never heard Plumette sound so final, so convinced. Her eyes still watch the sky, and anyone glancing by would think she was relaxed, only dreaming on the grass: a fairytale maid in the meadow.
But Belle sees the crystal-clear tear sliding down one cheek. And still Plumette watches the sky, her tone measured and steady.
“You don’t remember her scars,” says Plumette. “The way she could not leave the bed. The way we feared the rats. The burning of the bodies—you could smell it, even through the glass, every window slammed shut on the summer air to keep contagion in—and my grandmother would pull me away, and even her hands on my face would have scars.”
The story is vivid in Plumette’s eyes. The beautiful house, in the beautiful heart of Paris, falling inwards from disease.
“We burned the animals,” says Plumette. “Burned my stuffed animals, and those of my brothers—the little plush swans, the tiny velvet lions. They hold the plague, they said. And still we saw the rats.”
The doctors were hook-nosed, savage, too tired from the fight against the silent enemy to calm the children or soften the news. Their masks bobbed in and out of Plumette’s life as one died, than another: the grand mere soft in the bed, like a whisper; the children with wails in the night. Plumette’s drawings were ripped from the walls, because the fevers brought nightmares and the nightmares fed on anything strange or beautiful. All the servants died, or ran away, their loved ones clutched close. And Plumette fled, too, eventually: when the last light in the house grew dim, and all she could see were the iron bars of the windows against the smoking sky.
“You do not remember,” says Plumette. There are tiny tracks of tears across her face. “And it is good you do not. I remember. And I do not let it sorrow me—my grand mere would not have had that; non, non, flee into living, she said—but it is good that you never saw her die. You know your father’s love, without a bitter ending. You know life filled with drawings, families, little houses filled with hope.”
For the first time, she lets the sky go and looks at Belle. Belle is crying.
Plumette gives one small smile, framed on each side by the tears on her cheeks.
“I am happy, now,” she says. “Happy beyond happiness. Such sorrow gave root to the most beautiful joy. You need not weep for me.
“But bless you for never seeing the plague,” says Plumette. “All it was was ashes. And ashes breed fire-birds, who will live through anything—but first you must breathe the ashes, and that you do not want to do.”
Plumette’s eyes close, and the tears dry on her cheeks.
Belle holds Plumette’s hand, hard, and they both look back to the sky. It is very blue: and the birds sleep, in the meadow, under the clear blue sky.
Ahhhh so here comes my second gift for you, my lovely girl ♥ thank you so much for being supportive and kind to me all the time, we wouldn’t have had this week if i hadn’t got so many support from you! Carly you are amazing! I hope you have a great birthday with your friends and family!!!
The One Love Manchester concert yesterday was incredibly inspiring, for all those victims of the attack to stand in the front row was incredibly brave and encouraging. The only thing that tackles hate is love!
My hopes and prayers go out to all those effected and for others going through a hard time right now, brighter days are coming <3
First of my Fate/ Grand Order chibis I will be drawing. I am kind of charmed by Mata Hari even though she is a one class servant and there is mostly hentai art of her. I decided to give her some love. Next up is Rider, I let a friend pick this one.
Eventually I will be turning these all into stickers.
Gather round, cause mama Bebe is about to tell you all a story.
I’ve always loved drawing since i was young. I cant remember how i started or what got me started. I would post art to Neopets forums and chat with so many other people about it. I was about 8 when i first joined Deviantart. Note that this was WAAYY before they got strict on their 13+ age rule.
I was posting my Neopets and Sonic art, having a grand old time.
Then a few years later i got my first Destructive Criticism. Then another. And another. I was about 12 years old. I never got one actually helping me on improving. Just taking down my art and either making fun of it or telling me how terrible things were. How bad my art was and how i should just quit.
My art was on 2 ‘Cringe’ art blogs. Maybe more, but i only found 2 myself. I was 13 & 15 when it happened.
For a while i actually did think about quitting art. Seeing all the negative stuff people posted about it just wore down my inspiration to keep going. I think a had a dry spot around 16 years old to about 17 of barely drawing anything.
At 18, someone on DA added my art to their “Inspiration” folder. More and more people started to do the same. I got my motivation to keep drawing back. I was 19 when i started getting my first commissions.
I’m now 21, make a good amount of money on my art, have met amazing people, and have motivated more people to keep improving themselves. I have the opportunity to help my aunt illustrate a book they will be published to millions. My art has been featured on many different art sites and i couldn’t be happier.
So young artists, you may be asking yourself; Bebe, what was the point of this story?
Keep Drawing. Even if you see your art on ‘Cringe’ blogs or ‘bad art’ blogs, Keep drawing. Look back on those moments and let them inspire you to get better. Not to tear you down.
Someone hating on you for drawing things like OC x Canon ? Keep drawing it.
Getting hate for a Sparkle Dog or ‘Cringe’ character? Keep drawing it.
As long as it makes you happy, keep drawing it.
Because who knows where the future could take you. //peace sign emoji//
Note: Several of these headcanons go directly against canon, therefore do not have to be taken seriously in the slightest. I, as a creature design artist, personally think that the fact that nearly all of the Star Wars aliens look incredibly human is dull, and am thus editing their appearance in small ways to make them more interesting.
Pau’ans are tall, thinly but powerfully built humanoids with grey skin and black sclera. Their eyes are typically silver, but can take on bluer tones.
Pau’ans have three fingers - two fingers, one thumb - and two toes with a residual bump on the outside part of their foot where their third one used to be.
Their fingers are long and clawed, and just as dexterous as a human’s.
In some cases, Pau’ans are born with a claw growing from their ‘toe bump’. These are often removed shortly after birth as these claws can bring intense discomfort wearing footwear and can lead to ingrown toenails and infections.
Pau’an’s ears are tiny and pointed. Their eardrum is very close to the surface, and their hearing is very keen.
Many Pau’ans wear ear protection as their hearing is sensitive enough that city life can be easily overwhelming.
Their eardrums are also, because they are closer to the surface, easier to damage and therefore need the added protection.
Pau’ans were originally nocturnal stealth hunters, relying on hiding and blending in, stalking their prey until close enough to strike.
They have excellent night vision, and their eyes will glimmer in the dark.
Some humans have described seeing a Pau’an in the dark as ‘terrifying’ as their eyes go almost completely black due to the size of their expanding iris.
Pau’an eyes do not glow, and they are not overly sensitive to light. They do, however, prefer dim light as it is what they are most used to.
As with how humans still display certain social queues based on their evolutionary path, Pau’ans tend to be less outright confrontational.
On the same note, they tend to be vocally quieter, and uncomfortable or anxious Pau’ans will stick close to the shadows or the corners of a room in attempts to conceal themselves.
When conflict arises, they will tend to shy away and attempt to move to a more advantageous position to make themselves more comfortable, similarly to how humans will cross their arms and back away with confronted.
Humans sometimes see this as cowardice or shyness, but in reality they’re just trying to put themselves in a better position before striking back.
Their skin is always grey with redish hues where the skin is thinner. The shade may very, but it is typically rather light.
The skin around their eyes and down onto their cheeks are markings caused by a combination of thinner skin and the veins running closer to the surface. The stronger the red, the healthier the Pau’an.
When a Pau’an is embarrassed or under physical strain, the red will flush. The result is not unlike a human’s blushing.
Other red markings, such as markings on the forehead, are cultural tattoos meant to enhance or compliment the red on their eyes and cheeks.
Not all Pau’ans have as intense red markings around the eyes and cheeks - these are seen as minor variations not unlike the difference in human eye and ear shape.
Young Pau’ans are born with faint spots and stripes not unlike that of a cheetah - this relates back to when they were predators on the surface, and the markings were needed for camouflage to hide the vulnerable youths.
These markings fade around puberty.
Pau’ans are not mammals, and they’re not reptiles either. They do not have body hair, they do not produce milk, but they have warm blood and give live birth.
Because they are not mammals, they do not have nipples or breasts.
They do have belly buttons, however, as a result of their live births.
If an Earthly biological reference is truly needed, then it may be more accurate to consider them birds or dinosaurs.
Note: They do not have scales or feathers despite this correlation.
Pau’ans only have one sex, resulting in most members of their race looking masculine by typical humanoid accounts. However, through interaction with the other races on their planet and later in their galaxy, they have adopted genders as a way to fit in.
Most identify as male as male humanoids seem closest to their general appearance, but female or non-binary Pau’ans exist in plenty.
There are no words for ‘male’ or ‘female’ in the natural Pau’an language, and all pronouns are, as a result, gender neutral. Genders are only adopted in basic or other languages with gendered pronouns.
Before anyone asks, yes, that means they have both sets of genitalia. Do not ask for clarification unless you are prepared for the answer.
Pau’ans do not sweat. Their lack of sweat glands leads to a variety of pros and cons.
Because they don’t have to worry about sweat and an over abundance of body oil, they don’t really get acne! Lucky them!
Their skin tends to be far softer, barring the thick wrinkles in their skin.
Because they cannot sweat and they are warm blooded, cooling down can tend to be a bit of an issue.
Living in caves and cooler areas solve part of this issue.
The other half is solved by the deep wrinkles in their skin - like rhinos or elephants, they would keep their skin damp, the wrinkles solving to keep in more moisture.
Note that today Pau’ans have this wonderful little thing called ‘air conditioning’, and thus you will likely not see a Pau’an rolling around in the mud any time soon.
Never fight a Pau’an over the temperature gauge. It’s never worth it. Just let the room be 68°F and be done with it.
Though Pau’ans don’t sweat, they do still rely on smell-related communication. Their sense of smell is, on average, better than humans thanks to their predatory history, and the ability to smell each other out was sometimes vital to their survival. To provide their individual scents, Pau’ans have small musk glands in their armpits.
The smell is not very strong to humans, Pau’ans able to pick it up quickly. If it were too strong, they would risk their prey smelling it.
Note that, much like a human, if a Pau’an refuses to bathe for days on end this smell will get much, much more intense.
Because it is musk, not sweat, it does not grow more intense with exercise. It will, however, grow stronger with stress or similarly strong senses of excitement. If your Pau’an friend smells a little after a hard at work, then that is to be expected.
Humans often describe it as having a ‘deep’ and ‘rich’ smell to it. Some compare it to a ‘warm dog’, or the smell of a wild animal. Usually, it is rather pleasant and even comforting, but its richness can quickly become overwhelming.
inspired by a grand total of 3 fics overwatch and hashtags do not mix by @chenkin-nuggets (x) IT’S BASICALLY DISCORD by @ubercharge (x) Overwatch Emergency Communication Channel (I Swear, It’s Emergency Only) by @arcaneadagio (x)
My sister and I were joking around about the cooking impaired trio Shinobu, Chiaki and Usami having a cooking contest for their boyfriends or working together to all prepare a grand meal. Well you have the ending result of it all and they boyfriend’s reactions, probably glad they are the ones who can cook for them instead. I’m sure they appreciate the gesture though~
So I ended up drawing this up XD~ This art belongs to me.
Like, a million years ago, I first discovered your art back in the day when deviantart was the place to be. Since then, I’ve watched a magical transformation of your art growing into something awe-inspiring and grand. Annalise, your use of color, your decisions in design, and your ability to draw the figure so beautifully are all sources of inspiration, and it brings me delight whenever you post art. Here’s your Candy Vamps Sarah, who’s one of your many characters I relish and adore
I wish you all the love and light this holiday season.