This Is Funny. I Needed This

you know what i need??? more myth and superstition in scifi.

give me starship captains like the sailors of old, weathered and wary of the vast beast that is deep space, who religiously keep their own personal traditions and rituals to appease her and guide their ships safely through her vast depths.

give me wide-eyed ensigns eagerly drinking in tales of great creatures of the void, space whales and other more malevolent leviathans, dismissed as tall tales by more cynical cadets who only trust the sense of their own eyes.

give me whispered accounts of ghost vessels, lost long ago in great battles across the universe, populated by a literal skeleton crew.

give me a space bermuda triangle.

give me a universe as cold and unfathomable as the ocean, and no less mysterious and forboding.

Do I love Black Paladin Lance?

Yes, I do. Very much.

And do I love these lions?

WHAT A QUESTION.

Nautolan feet v2.0

I can’t find it now, but I really didn’t like my previous attempt to draw decent swimming feet for them in 2019, so here’s version 2: T-Rex frog edition.

There ARE shoes for Nautolans, but most prefer to go without or with simple foot wraps. And whether or not they blunt their claws is up to personal preference, but it’s more common for off-world Nautolans to do so.

You know what’s some crazy $hit?

This fabulous bitch

She makes a shit ton of poses (like 16,000 or some crazy nonsense).  I used this lovely lady to draw so much as a teen.  Whether it was some nerdy pose for my Mary Sue as fuck OCs

or for full on fight sequences

or for tragic deaths of my OCs in the arms of a totally OOC main protagonist.  

this bitch hooked me up.  

And with the wildest, craziest stuff that you could see in your head but had no way or resources to reasonably draw like

or this

or this

DUDE!  INASNE SHIT!!  So I was using her for a pose reference and decided, you know what, I owe this bitch some cash.  Lemme dole it out for her.  BUT then, I looked and saw she only has 286 fucking patrons!!  This chick gives out free shit and spends countless hours arranging these shoots and setting this stuff up.  

I’ll fork up the cash, SenshiStock.  You’re worth it.  

Check out this amazing woman’s stuff, and get knowledged:  https://www.deviantart.com/senshistock

That sounds like flirty

Tenma: They say if you stare at the sun, you’ll cry.

Tenma: *stares at Taiyou*

Tenma: They were right.

A prompt about mirrors please? Thank you!

i knew i had ten million mirror prompts sprinkled throughout the blog so i found them for you instead of taking your request, i hope that's acceptable, big love, - L

We found the mirror in a corner of the basement, ancient, grimy and full length. Three days later the curse expired, and it turned back into a woman. 

I put a mirror in the forest, and it drew out all sorts. No otherworldly thing can resist their own image

When we got home, we saw the storm had smashed all of our mirrors. The china was fine. The glass in the windows was intact. But the door was open, and our mirrors were in pieces.

The house was filled with thousands of mirrors. Some were blue, or green. Some held no reflection, and some rippled like a puddle if you looked too long.

‘Shattering a mirror’ always referred to dreams. And it wasn’t seven years of bad luck. It was seven years of no sleep.

They always frightened me, the children with mirror eyes. They appeared mostly in ceremonies, draped in silver and silk, quiet and unblinking.

I found an old green mirror in our attic. “Keep it covered!” said my mother, “It’s the only door left!” *

I sew my wings on every morning after breakfast. You need a sharp needle and two or three mirrors, but by now I’ve got the hang of it.

It’s hard to properly dispose of dark spirits, but any mirror makes a good cage. Each morning I brush my teeth, my reflection crowded between a very long waiting list.

At the age of eleven, my parents nervously allowed me to see the family heirloom. They asked me what I thought of the painting, and cried when I said it looked like a mirror.

I wake up in a house I don’t recognize. In the bathroom mirror, my reflection leans in without me, and whispers: “play along.”

My great aunt owned a Perfect Mirror. Highly volatile and dangerous in the wrong hands, it was one of five.

Rex asking alpha questions on how he raised littles because ahsoka is so small and he is basically her orivod/buir now.to Frodo’s delight that makes alpha basically ahsoka’s grandfather

Hahaha Fordo is such an instigator and we love him for it

I made myself laugh with the dialogue a few times so I hope it's as funny to everyone who reads it XD

Taglist: @a-lil-perspective @merspots @delta-the-mando @the-mandalorian-clone-lover @dudewhynotthis @jessesriduur uhh sorry to the people I forgot I'm so tired lmao

It doesn’t come as a surprise to Alpha that the 501st’s latest addition - Skywalker’s shadow, a Togrutan girl who doesn’t seem far removed from her first handling of a lightsaber - is every bit as inquisitive and brash as her Master was, not so long ago.

The details are hardly relevant, of course, but Alpha vividly remembers being frustrated and amused in turns by Skywalker’s antics when he was still Kenobi’s Padawan. So when Rex comes to him, looking half out of his mind with exasperation, Alpha finds his sympathy is greatly outweighed by amusement.

“I don’t know what to do with her,” Rex says plaintively when he’s finally exhausted every instance of Tano’s creativity somehow making its way into Torrent’s battle strategies.

“Same thing you would do with any cadet,” Alpha answers with a shrug. “It’s straightforward enough.”

“But that’s the thing - I have no idea what to do with a cadet, either,” Rex says, and there’s definitely a note of desperation in his voice now.

As per usual, Fordo decides it’s high time he contributes to the conversation. “You and Alpha are in the same boat, then.”

“Shabuir,” Alpha says, affronted. “I knew what I was doing.”

Fordo turns to Rex, grinning like the di’kut he is. “In that case, I’m sure Sev will have all kinds of advice for you.”

Fordo is entirely too clever for his own good, Alpha decides, but resolves to take it up with him later in the face of Rex’s distress. He really doesn’t have the first clue what to do with a scrappy little Padawan, but Rex doesn’t need to know that.

“Just do what Skywalker does,” Alpha finally says, and regrets it almost immediately. He may not know much about kids, but he’s pretty sure that if he were responsible for assigning a Padawan to a Master, Skywalker would be his last choice. “... or not.”

Luckily, Rex seems to be thinking along similar lines. “He’s got an unusual method. That’s how General Kenobi puts it, anyways.”

“Technically, his Padawan shouldn’t be your responsibility,” Alpha points out. “But seeing as it’s Skywalker…”

“I have to fill in the gaps,” Rex supplies diplomatically. “So how did you handle it on Kamino, then?”

“With a lot of swearing,” Fordo says, utterly shameless.

“With a lot of - no, not with a lot of swearing - well - with a lot of, uh… creativity.”

“He doesn’t like kids,” Fordo adds.

“I never said - cadets are a handful and you know it.”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Fordo continues, conveniently deaf to Alpha’s indignation but still grinning all the same. “He didn’t have the first clue what he was doing.”

“Are you done?” Alpha demands.

Fordo feigns concentration. “No, I don’t believe so.”

“Ne’johaa,” Alpha grumbles, then turns to Rex. “Just… make sure she doesn’t get killed.”

“You’ve really improved your bedside manner, ner vod.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Alpha promises. “She’ll be old enough to take care of herself soon enough,” he adds, returning to Rex. “Help her as needed and let her learn from her mistakes. Simple as that.”

Rex’s relief is palpable. “Help her. That, I can do. Thanks, Alpha.”

“Ba’gedet’ye. Now get out of here before Skywalker blows something else up.”

“I can see the headlines now,” Rex sighs, and unclips his helmet from his belt. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you before too long, if those two keep going at the rate they do.”

“I’m sure,” Alpha agrees drily, and he can’t help but laugh at the look on Rex's face.

Rex makes his way out of the room. No sooner does the door close than Fordo turns to Alpha, a crooked grin spreading across his face once more.

Alpha lets out a sigh of his own. “I’ll bite. What?”

“So if Tano is Skywalker’s Padawan, and Rex is sort of like her buir… does that make you her ba’buir?”

“Fordo - ”

Working on the RocoEndo edits and noticed THAT THERE IS SOME INCONSISTENCE IN THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IN THE FORST PIC ROCOCO IS A BIT RALLER BUT AT THE END??? A GIANT????? DID HE TOOK THE LITTLE GIANTS NAME TOO SERIOUSLY AND GREW IN THE SPAN OF FEW DAYS???

LEVEL5 WHAT

toxic husbands (they’re waiting for ahsoka to come pick them up for bingo)

Spellbound 5

*Aaron and Tori singing Christmas songs obnoxiously* *Kai being quietly happy* *Ezra dying from sleep deprivation*