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A little late but here is this year's valentine's pic. Empress Xelarra and her grand Admiral.

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Say hello to Cal Cleetus who is on many space watch lists. (Fallen Order really gave some great customisation options)

its incredible that no matter what you wear in that game, merrin will always romance cal. girl’s down bad

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Incredible...just to die for ✨️

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They are advertising to a demographic they don’t know exists…

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Happy Valentine's day!

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He's jacked I know it in my heart

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chiss admirals looking great in versace-inspired fancy clothes~

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Does anyone remember when the official Star Wars instagram account posed a video about Thrawn having a mewing streak.

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OC Overview - Yuna and Rikku: Trandoshan and Wookiee "Sisters"

Two of my OCs, who will feature later on in my Empire of the Hand AU. I'm really quite proud of these two, and I wanted to show them off early.

Art by my husband, @fasturtlemedia Love you!

Roles:  Salvager/Quartermaster and Mechanic

Species:  Trandoshan and Wookiee

Homeworld:  Glavis Ringworld

In the Core Regions of the Galaxy lies a forgotten marvel – a massive structure, ingeniously built to completely encircle a white dwarf star, the slowly cooling stellar remnant still having more than enough energy to power it for millennia.  It is a shame such a magnificent example of what the Galaxy is actually capable of – The Glavis Ringworld -- has degraded into yet another hive of scum and villainy.

Sometime during the reign of the Old Empire, an Imperial transport ship made a stop at the Ringworld, to transfer its “prisoners” to another vessel. The official story is that they were transporting alien conspirators against the New Order to well-deserved punishment.  The reality was Wookiee slaves, taken to be worked to death on one of the Emperor’s many clandestine projects, for the simple reason that they were Wookiees.  Even Wookiee cubs were not spared the cruelty.

When two Wookiee parents were given a slight opportunity, they took it to try to run.  Better that, better to be shot down by the stormtroopers, than to die as slaves.  When the blaster fire stopped, the troopers never even saw the relatively tiny ball of fur crawl out from under her mother’s slain form and dash into a nearby alley. 

Little Rikku wandered, scared and alone, in a hostile cityscape, hiding in alleys and trash containers during the “day” cycles, emerging during the artificially-constructed “night” to scavenge for food, trying to understand why her parents had risked it all for such an existence.  One night, while trying to find dinner in a dumpster, she suddenly heard a crack.  The sound got her attention – a large, ovoid object – an egg, she realised with a start – was cracking right beside her!  She watched over it for the hours it took to hatch, until a small, green, lizard-like creature finally burst from the shell.

Rikku gasped.  She recognized what had hatched, even if it was far smaller than those who had hunted down her tribe even through the jungles of Kashyyyk, who had sold her and her family to the Empire.  The Wookiees’ most hated foes for as long as Wookiees could remember – the Trandoshans.  She got up to walk away, only to hear a squeak behind her as the hatchling Trandoshan rose up on shaky but strong baby legs, toddling after her. 

This little Trandoshan was the same as her, just a lost, lonely child.  She had nobody … nobody but Rikku. 

For years, as they grew up together, the unlikely friends would rely on each other for survival.  Yuna, as the little Trandoshan was named – a runt, probably why her egg had been thrown away --  grew to have a real talent for “hunting” down any tech that could remotely be salvageable and bringing it to Rikku to fix, which two would then sell or trade.  They travelled across the bands of the Ringworld, never staying in one section of the cityscape for too long.  Despite their species’ legendary animosity, they had nobody but each other, and saw each other as sisters.  They taught each other to read through street signs and discarded flimsimags, and while never having a formal education, they were street-smart, resourceful, and ruthless when they had to be. 

They seemed to have met their match, however, when they tried a usual scam of theirs – “noticing” a mechanical flaw in a visitor to the Ringworld’s ship and offering to fix it, for a price, of course.  The “Pantoran” they tried to scam should have been an easy mark, but he and his human friend didn’t fall for it.  With the human holding a blaster to her head, Yuna offered something more tempting, information, biding time until Rikku could get there to pull off some arms, but the Pantoran called his friend down.  He then made an offer -- join him on a job, and he would take them off-station, to wherever Yuna and Rikku wanted to go.  Skeptical, but not wanting to waste the opportunity, Yuna and Rikku accepted.

Their new “Pantoran” associate proved to be nothing of the sort.  He was Chiss – a blue-skinned alien from so far out in the Galaxy the sisters had never even heard of where he was from.  He definitely seemed more trustworthy than the pirate gang he had joined for a heist to get a hold of an old Imperial cruiser – actually wanting to talk to the crew, manipulating the pirate captain to follow his ideas.  When it came down to the Chiss bounty hunter Raw’nuru or the cruel pirate captain, it wasn’t even a contest.

True to his word, Raw’nuru offered to take the sisters to wherever they wanted to go, but he also offered another option – stay with him, as permanent members of his new crew.  Although the sisters had dreamt of escaping Glavis their whole lives, Rikku especially was wary of trusting Raw’nuru, especially when it had become obvious that his claim to the pirates had been true – he was a former Imperial, part of the system that had enslaved Rikku’s people. 

Raw’nuru replied with a story of his own people.  There was once a Chiss who walked along a beach at high tide, where hundreds of sea creatures called surfstars had washed ashore.  As he walked, he picked up the surfstars and threw them, one by one, back into the waves.  His companion asked, “why do you bother?  There are so many surfstars, you can’t possibly save them all.  What you’re doing doesn’t matter.”  To which the first Chiss replied, as he tossed another surfstars to safety “it mattered to that one.”

Finally understanding, Yuna replied she wanted to stay, and Rikku, still somewhat reluctant, agreed. 

The two soon found their niches aboard the ship.  Rikku put her mechanical talent to use – there was always something that needed fixing aboard the Interdictor.  Yuna’s talent for salvage also proved useful.  Even with the Maelstrom’s soon-acquired privateer status, and the guarantee of work from the Empire of the Hand, they were still technically an “independent contractor” were not as well equipped as a Navy ship.  Luckily, Yuna had quite the eye for useful salvage and supplies from the Maelstrom’s many missions.

Personality-wise, Rikku tends to be quiet and thoughtful for the most part, taking out any frustrations with “percussive maintenance” on the systems she manages, and learning more and more about what goes into engineering on an Interdictor cruiser. Annoyed when people mistake her for a male Wookiee, Rikku has taken to wearing a delicate pink ribbon tied in a bow in the fur on top of her head. The Empire of the Hand's dedication to equality and the anti-slavery missions the Maelstrom often takes on for them has done a lot to soften her views of this particular Empire.

Yuna is the more outgoing of the pair, a chatterbox compared to her quiet sister, with a tendency to babble when she's nervous or excited. She takes her role as salvage expert and ship’s quartermaster seriously, ruling over her cargo bay with a durasteel claw.  Woe to anyone who messes up her carefully inventoried supplies. While she despises other Trandoshans for how they would treat her sister, she has developed quite the attraction to the Empire of the Hand’s other reptilian races, especially the always-intriguing warriors, the Kaleesh. She sees them as what she wishes other Trandoshans were like -- truly honourable warriors and hunters, worthy of respect. Plus their bone masks are sexy.

In her shared quarters with Rikku, Yuna hung up a poster of the Hand’s ground forces leader, the Kaleesh General Sk’ar.  She has quite the “celebrity crush” on him, which Rikku always teases her about, with Yuna teasing Rikku in turn about her conspiracy theory that Captain Raw’nuru is actually the long-dead Imperial genius, Grand Admiral Thrawn.

After so many years seen as nothing more than worthless street rats, Yuna and Rikku have finally found a home on the Maelstrom -- a place where they belong. Who would have thought a chance encounter with a former Imperial would do so much to turn their lives around?

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There is no greater bond than the one between a person and the fictional character they’ve written 50k+ words about

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Hi, I thought i would come on here and remind you all that Borika

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Or someone doing the Will Smith wife red carpet thing to Rae Sloane, if you're looking for memes.

I am always looking for memes.

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Does no one else love Admiral Ar’alani, why is there no fanclub *A*

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Drask you ornery uptight angry ball of piss I love you don’t ever change

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His touch was gentle, feather-light, as if firmer contact might break the cool smooth porcelain of Thrawn’s skin. Lips brushed against scarred flesh, both claiming and supplicating simultaneously in a worshipful possessiveness that made Thrawn shiver. The grip he had on the sheets beneath him tightened into a fist, already anticipating the slow downward trail of Gilad’s kisses towards more sensitive flesh.

So some months ago I received this anon message:

And had to draw it. That was fun, thanks anon.