winged helmet

Yeah so its pretty late, right after senpai Keru, and others. But hey. I love the commisar clothes from Warhammer 40k and since i finally have a official persona, why not use them ? I love it !

Together with this, i will finally start working on two small things before Playertale. First is a quickie three-four pages for Overload, and then do the remaining digital drawings for Undyne.

That is. See you soon, my friends !
Please have a majestic evening or an amazing rest of the day !

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The fic itself is a bit much for me, but the basic premise of “Mini Clones” is a straight shot directly up my alley, because shrinking is actually my favorite fandom trope second only to de-aging :Dc

The armor is still pretty half-assed, but at least it’s half an ass better than nothing but phase I shinies. Edit: Aaaaand I put Fives in Echo’s armor. Smooth.

Essays in Existentialism: Comic Con II

Previously on Comic Con

The halls were full. The crowds were alive and the excitement was absolutely addicting, coursing through the convention center like its own entity, sweeping through hallways and meeting rooms, infecting everyone it came in contact with, and the stars themselves were not immune.

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In Geralt’s dream when you do the tutorial with Vesemir, Ciri is fighting with a dummy. As you can see in the photo the dummy wears a winged nilfgaardian helmet. I think it is a reference to Ciri’s nightmares about Cahir when he tried to get her out of Cintra. I like to think that Geralt put the helmet on the dummy to help Ciri overcome her fears :)

Essays in Existentialism: Comic Con

please write a famous!clexa, dating, but on dif shows at comic con au.Dif schedules. Then “FOUND MA GURL”

“I’m currently filming something not comic related in Georgia,” Clarke explained, smiling as the reporter began to ask even more. “But I can’t wait to get back to the sequel. It’s going to be bigger and just… I can promise it will be mighty. That’s the best word for it.”

She dazed in and out of words, the jet lag and schedule creeping up on her slowly. Her bones ached and she barely had time to put on new clothes on the way over from the airport, but she smiled and laughed and was only relieved when she saw her cast mates that she would see in a few months to start the sequel, but had been away from since the wrap. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey. I love wingsfic obi. Do you can write this? But when obi hides wings and cody & rex discovere his wings? It was amazing! And sorry for my engilsh. Im polen and i don't speak engilsh. Thanks you ! Wiki

They had always been a part of him, glowing inside of him, warming him if he let them out. He’d only occasionally used them as he knew how he looked in the Force when they were out and he didn’t want…

And when they had found Anakin and he’d seen the reactions others had to him?

No.

It was easier to hide.

It confirmed his original decision to hide to begin with.

He still remembered the look on Qui-Gon’s face when he had shown them to his Master that first time, the large hand running over the appendages made of pure light and the shivering sensation of someone else touching them.

He didn’t want the awe or the reverence he remembered on Qui-Gon’s face to show up in anyone else. He didn’t want the damn attention he knew they would bring.

But when you’re falling to your death along with your commander and your best friends captain, your lovers, what are you suppose to do?

Obi-Wan twisted midair and concentrated, feeling them burst from his back like long awaited friends who’d just come at the right moment, saw the light play over his armor before he dove, catching first Cody’s arm and then Rex leg, clinging to both as he brought all three to a stop.

They both stared up at him, he could feel their gaze through the helmets as wings made of pure light spread out behind him, powerful beats of them slowly making them rise instead of falling. It was heavy but the light in him drowned out the exhaustion of it.

One brilliant moment he felt the air in his lungs and freedom in his veins, one brilliant moment And the Force cooed at him in utter joy and he wasn’t in war as they reached the surface instead of the sharp spikes below.

And in the nighttime he lit up the world like a beacon as he dropped the clone troopers onto solid and safe surface.

He meet Anakin’s shocked eyes with his own sheepish ones as his wings beat. “I guess I have some explaining to do huh?” He offered in the lull of a shocked battle before blaster fire resumed.

“Oh COUNT on it Obi-Wan.” Anakin growled at him.

‘So much for that life secret…’ Obi-Wan sighed before landing and pulling his lightsaber to work.

After drawing the last mini comic and reading @namekian-maoh ‘s response I got this idea stuck in my head and obviously had to draw it <3

Drawing based on TrioBlasterSets AU by @antarestyl and @namekian-maoh ~

deusn  asked:

*Looks upon Yousra with a look of fire, coming from his orange, glowing eye, his face is hidden under his winged helmet, and his hands are covered by bandages.* "So thou returned, after recieving a corpse of a dying human, for the monster you love, witch. And yet, even if thou got what thou wished for, the eyes still shine with a dangerous, ruby stain. The skeleton is free, so my blade no longer hungers for him. He is a prey for later. But i will visit you soon. And cleanse you from your curse."

deusn  asked:

*Accompanied by ash and embers, glowing all around, the bearer of the winged, plate helmet, covered by bandages and a blue hoodie, falls out as a bag of dead flesh out of an portal, of pure blackness, looking like the deepest maw of void. Slowly standing up, and looking up, the right eyeslit of the helmet, glowing orange, like a lighted up torch, the stranger looking like a grotesque parody of an knight, stands up and summons a burning sword of flames, slowly staring to march to Faris, silently*

different kinds of love

for @bodhirookweek -  April 17th: Bodhi + Rogue One crew bonding

You know that scene of Leia, Luke and Han hugging after the first Death Star is destroyed? What if the Rogue One group had the chance to do the same (for the second)? (ft. roguejedi) 

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Bodhi hops out of the X-Wing, pulling the helmet off and shaking his hair out all in one fluid movement. 

He nods at the other members of Rogue Squadron, whooping and cheering as they hug each other. Where is he?

“Bo!” 

He turns to see Jyn barreling towards him, a grin plastered across her face. 

“Jyn!” he exclaims and they collide in a hug. She’s short enough that he can pick her up and twirl her around.

“It’s gone,” she says, “It’s finally gone.” She looks up at him, eyes shining with joy.

“He’ll be proud of us,” Bodhi says warmly. Jyn nods, burying her face in his chest. Amidst all the celebration, they stay still, a moment of thanks for Galen’s sacrifice.

And then Bodhi’s eyes are skimming over the faces in the crowd. Where is he?

Jyn looks up at him, a grin forming on her face. “He’s the hero of the hour, you know.” 

“Is it that obvious?”

“What’s obvious?” Cassian materializes out of the crowd, smiling. He nods at Jyn who motions for him to join them. Cassian’s eyes flit between Jyn and Bodhi before pulling them both in a hug, one arm around Bodhi’s shoulders, ruffling his hair, and another on Jyn’s back.

Bodhi shakes his head. “Nothing. How was the show from down here?”

“Like a giant firework exploded across the sky,” Cassian replies. “A hard earned one.”

“How were the… err… locals?” 

Cassian laughs. “Don’t underestimate them. They’re quite ferocious for their size. I’m glad they were on our side.” 

“So I’ve heard.” Bodhi grins, eyes twinkling, but there’s still a little uneasiness at the bottom of his stomach. 

“Ah, that was the obvious thing you were talking about,” Cassian says with a smile. Jyn grins when Bodhi groans, covering his face. 

“Patience, Bodhi.” It’s Chirrut’s turn to surprise him, making his way through the crowd of rebels, Baze following in his wake. “He’s with his friends. And you have us.” He takes his gloved hand and squeezes it with a smile. 

Bodhi cringes, a flush spreading across his face. “A-ah, I didn’t mea-” 

Baze chuckles, one hand on Bodhi’s shoulder. “Chirrut, you’re embarrassing the poor boy.” Bodhi makes a choked noise. 

“Thanks, guys.” 

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