ghost with a dollar
“Wylan, your thoughts have taken a very dark turn. I fear the Dregs may be a bad influence.”
that group selfie just made me so emotional thx
Ahhhh! I love them!!
the “plo koon” is my dad gang
🦌🌲
Dooku: *dignified, pompous Jedi Master, ‘do NOT mess with me’ vibe* Former padawan who looks like he spent the last 8 years in a dumpster, hugging him: Master!!!!!! Dooku: … my ✨son ✨
Spock deserves a cat!
Cody and Rex just enjoying some down time together.
cheers i'll drink to that bro
Dex’s Diner, Coruscant. We only do happy scenes here because I, the artist, am a big baby. 😢 Thanks for all the suggestions everyone! There are a few character specific requests that I will try to get to soon. 😊
(i return with a self-indulgent drawing of my favourite disaster jedi)
Can you draw a tiny lizard dragon that secretly hoards pennies?
I will never not reblog this little cutie
This is pretty adorable, I wonder f this little bugger takes my socks too?.
He does take your socks. And he loves them. Very warm.
Quickish Domino ARC Twins laughing about stuff
Oooo okay I haven’t done one of these before but can I ask for either 8 or 20 in a platonic way from the Touch ask list? I don’t have a character preference, whatever comes to mind!
hi sumerian! thanks for the ask, my friend!! (from these prompts)
8. shielding the other one with their body & 20. bandaging/stitching up an injury
“You’re an idiot.”
It’s the first thing Anakin can clearly discern, but it’s a welcome substitute for the ringing that’s been pounding at his eardrums for the past several moments. He’s managed to open his eyes now, too.
“All those years. All those lessons and…I bought so many sugar pebbles for you. And this is how you repay me?”
Anakin shifts in the bed and groans. “Pretty sure…I just…” A long exhale. “Saved your–life, old man.”
“Hm,” Obi-Wan says, “perhaps it’s the concussion. I don’t recall that at all.”
Angstpril day 3- “I can’t.”
Christophsis. First year of the Clone Wars.
Another shell sounded dangerously close. The walls shook and shards of turquoise crystal rained from the ceiling. Ahsoka pressed herself closer into the corner and whimpered. Anakin rolled over at the noise. “You have to try and get some rest, Snips. Captain Rex assured me the shelling won’t get near us.”
“It certainly sounds near,” she said from behind her knees. One of her hands was over her head for some meager cover and the other gripped her thin blanket with white knuckles. Another boom, and she shuddered and curled into an even smaller ball.
“It’s alright Ahsoka. Relax and try and sleep.”
“I can’t.”
Anakin caught a peek of his new padawan’s eyes. They were saucers, and he remembered how scared he had been on his first missions with Obi-Wan. And those never had the constant barrages of looming death as he tried to get some rest in. He hadn’t been sleeping now either, but knew how to relax for a few hours before he needed to be back in the field with his men.
He let out a groan when his sore muscles protested him getting up. Ahsoka looked up, too, with a quick flit of her head. As he sat down next to her he could see that the skin around her eyes and cheek markings were blotchy and wet with tears. “Come here,” he said, waving with his metal arm to the space under his left. She stared, blinked. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
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