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Hnnnng the lil test gif of night and day scales for Dusk and Neoma popped up on my dash and I will give in to my desire of giving Dusk galaxy shimmering scales…! It feels like overdesign a little bit but there are other Au ra with shimmering scales so now I will join them! One or two more of the brothers will also get similar scales, just need to decide which more…

Expect some quick arts this week!

imkerf-uffle-d  asked:

Bombarill, that adorable besalisk you sold me, once wanted to be an uxibeast herder when he grew up. He quickly decided that was not the job for him when he encountered their *ahem* solid waste products for the first time

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Aww, poor guy! He should stick with that career, though, uxibeast herders make good money, from what I hear.

Cerate had a similar conundrum. Before he learned about the Jedi and the Force, Cer wanted to simply fight with the rebellion and, if he survived that, study literature at TU (Theed University) on Naboo. Of course, that dream got put on the back burner when he began his Force training—part of him wants to just stick with the whole Jedi thing, but who knows, maybe he’ll get back on that path again one day. Sure would be nice to take a break from blasting troopers and just get back to reading books :D

darth-quax  asked:

OC Fact: Dareon is afraid of heights. He is not likely to freak out when he's on a high place, but will get dizzy and anxious. He makes his best to avoid ledges in general.

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Shit man, that sucks! Hes has a similar aversion type of fear, though hers is of clone troopers, rather than heights. She just, like, loses all her composure whenever she sees clones—she freezes up, gets all nervous and stuttery, and if she doesn’t get away from him as soon as possible she starts really freaking out. She doesn’t like to talk about why she acts like that, though, since it’s a pretty tough story to tell.

The short version, though, is that one of her former masters, Pong Krell, forced her to execute one of her best friends, ARC Trooper Deckard, after he tried to go AWOL. Krell made Hes keep Deckard’s helmet off, too—he wanted her to learn to see clones as nothing but expendable hardware, and he thought the best way to do that was to retire said hardware. Instead, Hes ended up being traumatized—every time she looked at a clone, she remembered Deckard staring back at her, silently pleading for her to disobey Krell. So, for the rest of the war and forever afterwards, Hes stayed as far away as possible from clones—it was her hope that, in shutting them all out, she could forget her friend’s face.

So yeah, a little darker than Dareon’s fear, but the same sorta idea :D

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –