#Commander Talon

[staryflowers]

I'm late to art fight but I've got a card and an account so we stay silly!

[carrionmagpie]

Hope everyone had a great Christmas, here's some of my favourite customs over the months. Here's to more customs in the new year!!

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[fallingskywaterr]

Got around to making some more Chibi Cyclonians, have a Snipe!

[thrawns-babygirl]

I love Talon Karrde. He's that perfect combination of self-serving and loyal.

I hope one day you'll be canon again my sweet prince 🥲

[robin-falkin]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa"

A Talon on a normal day

[nocternalrandomness]

T-38 Line - Williams AFB, Az - July 1982

[purringysalamiri]

waiter waiter please more pathetic characters that are genuinely so insufferable to just look at to the point where your feelings of hatred become so intense you start feeling something else

[staryflowers]

Only if I can draw one of yours!

Anyways this is Talon, a poor lil guy stuck in 5th wheel hell wingmanning two dubiously allowed relationships.

(I've got like 20 Star Wars ocs more if you don't want to draw Talon btw)

star wars oc art event for two more days… who’s got ocs i can draw? 👀

[mikal0ver]

star war oc art

[damienkarras73]

How writers/artists want me to picture Talon Karrde while reading the Thrawn Trilogy vs. who I actually imagine would absolutely slay as Karrde in an adaptation.

Enough with the dashing, conventionally attractive smugglers! We already have Han and Lando. Karrde's an information broker and number cruncher, let him be nebbish and oddly charming.

[scarlet-star-witch]

His Sacrifice

Summary: Aemond makes the decision to save the one he loves over his brother.

Reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and is in a secret relationship with Aemond

WC: 1.5 K

Tumblr is a piece of shit that deleted the request but to whoever sent this, hope you enjoy xx

Part 2

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The screams of men below were almost inaudible over the roar of her dragon. She felt powerful, she felt vindictive, a smug satisfaction washing over her as she decimated the Green army below, the traitors who dared to usurp her mother.

Yet her heart was aching. 

Her eyes scanned the skyline, nervously awaiting Vhagar’s presence, awaiting his presence. 

Her throat tightened and she blinked rapidly to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. She’d cried enough tears over him, over the divide that wedged between them, threatening to break them apart completely. She had to be done. 

A trill made her perk up, looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her chest aching, but as she caught sight of the smaller, gold dragon headed her way, her devastation soon turned to anger. 

Aegon. 

Her face shifted, her agony now hatred. Her teeth grit with effort as she pulled at the reins, swooping dangerously close to the soldiers below her, a smirk painting her lips at their cries of terror. 

“Vermithor… attack.”

The dragon below her roared, a mighty sound that shook the bones of those who watched from below. 

She distantly heard Aegon’s call and held onto the handles of the saddle in a white-knuckled grip as she swerved out of the way of the stream of fire Sunfyre spat at her. She winced, flinching away from the barrage of flames that met her too closely. 

The dragons fought a vicious and bloody fight, Vermithor’s talons tearing Sunfyre across her belly, her cries echoing, shaking the ground below. 

Over her dragon’s head that now had the other poor dragon’s neck in his jaws, she met Aegon’s eyes, her gaze alight with hateful glee as she noticed the fear in his eyes. 

But suddenly, his expression shifted, a smile growing as he breathed out in relief. 

Turning, she saw the enormous figure of Vhagar looming forward, like a killer stalking its prey, ready to devour her with ease. 

Her heart dropped, the grip on the reins slipping from her hands, as if she already accepted her fate. 

Swallowing against the lump in her throat that grew, she closed her eyes, refusing to see the look on her lover’s face as he ended her. 

~~

They met in the dead of night, as they always had, meeting on a nondescript island halfway between Dragonstone and King’s Landing. 

He was already waiting for her as she descended from the skies, landing Vermithor beside the hulking figure of Vhagar. 

He was approaching her before she could unsaddle herself. 

His hands were on her before her feet met the ground. 

She was brought into his arms before she could say a word. She embraced him as she always did, desperately, as if it would be their last. With the state of their families, it might just be. 

“Are you alright?” She asked worriedly as she pulled out of his arms, her eyes frantically searching for his face, finding only despair.

“You cannot go tomorrow.” He told her swiftly.

“What-”

“They commanded me to take Vhagar to Rook’s Rest.”

Her face remained impassive as she took in his words, though the storm that raged within her was devastating, shattering every ounce of hopeful excitement she’d felt when she received his raven to meet her that night.

“Aemond, I-”

“You cannot go. Please.” He begged her. 

Her gaze met his and the frantic desperation she saw in his lone eye stirred sadness within her, the divide between their families that had slowly been tearing them apart delivering another fatal blow. 

“I have to. You know I have to.” She answered quietly, mournfully, as if she was already accepting her fate. She couldn’t fight Vhagar, she couldn’t win against him. 

He cursed and took a step away from her, placing his hand over his mouth as he tried hard to rein in his anger, his fear of what would happen to her, to them, as they met on the battlefield.

They always knew it would happen eventually, but it didn’t mean they were ready for it. They had been content to live in a fantasy together, as if they could pretend they weren’t living their reality, that they could’ve lived a happy life together. 

He stepped towards her again, taking her face in his hands. 

“Please, you cannot- I cannot-” He stammered and let out a shaking breath, his tortured gaze locked on hers. “Love, please, don’t go.”

“We always knew this would happen.”

His anger flared at the resolution he heard in her voice, at how quickly she was willing to accept this, that they were to meet on the battlefield, with only one of them returning victorious. He couldn’t accept it, he wouldn’t.

He shook his head wordlessly, his brows furrowed as if in pain. Her arms wrapped around him and he was quick to return the hug, holding her to him tightly. He let out a shaking breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he held her, silently praying it wouldn’t be for the last time.

“We should’ve left while we still had the chance.” She spoke with a small laugh that held nothing but sadness. Aemond nodded, his hands gripping her firmer, his thoughts a mirage of what their life would be if he had taken her up on her offer to escape to Essos all those years ago.

He desperately wished he had agreed. 

“Whatever happens tomorrow-”

“Don’t.” He begged, his heart already aching at the thought of what they would face. 

“Whatever happens,” She repeated more sternly as she looked at him intently. “It won’t change what we have. Nothing will change how I feel about you, even if I cannot feel anything at all.”

He practically shuddered at the thought, the mere notion of losing her too much to fathom and bowed his head until his forehead met hers, their shaking breaths shared. 

“I’ll love you even after the end.” 

He couldn’t hear any more. He kissed her firmly, pouring every bit of love he had for her and had felt for her for years into every caress of his lips, every tantalizing swipe of his tongue, every heated touch that he bestowed onto her beautiful body he had worshiped in secret. 

~~

I’ll love you even after the end

The words echoed in his mind all night. As he left her side to return to King’s Landing before the sun rose, they wouldn’t leave his head, torturing him over and over again, until he felt as though he couldn’t take another breath. 

Now, as he sat atop Vhagar, eyeing the battle in the skies above with bated breath, he knew he had only one choice to make. 

A choice that came all too easily, a choice he would make again each and every time. 

He commanded Vhagar to fly, her large frame taking to the skies slowly, his eye locked onto Vermithor, his heart in his throat as he saw her small frame duck out of the way just in time before Sunfyre’s jaws locked onto her. 

He felt nothing but relief as Vermithor trapped Aegon’s dragon in his jaws, he felt nothing as his brother’s dragon cried out in pain. 

But the blinding rage he felt as he watched Sunfyre swiped her claws against Vermithor’s face, dangerously close to her, made his blood boil.

His hands clenched, his jaw tight, his lone eye dark with resolve as he soon accepted the consequences he would face, the judgment the Gods would place on him. 

But he didn’t care. He would slay his brother if it meant she lived. He would slay millions to save her, without thought. 

“Dracarys!” He yelled, his eye remaining on Aegon who tried to shield himself from the flames that descended upon him. He grunted as Vhagar crashed against Vermithor, harshly nudging the dragon out of the way, Vermithor growling menacingly at Vhagar, before jerking to the side, her command of the reins forcing her dragon not to engage. 

He watched, his heart racing, as she flew away from the scene, away from Aegon as he fell alongside Sunfyre’s broken and burning body. 

He paid little mind to anything else and followed after her. They flew for a few minutes, away from the chaos of battle, away from any prying eyes that would reveal their secret.

He descended just a second after her, landing Vhagar next to Vermithor, his hands shaking as he undid his ties, jumping down his dragon’s frame unsteadily. 

“What the fuck was that?!” She yelled as she stomped towards him, tears in her eyes, unsure of what to make of the emotions overwhelming her. “Do you know what you have just done?”

He ignored her yells and grabbed her hands, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly. She squirmed in his grip for a moment, her adrenaline still thrumming through her veins,  before finally giving in as she felt him shaking against her. 

She let out a trembling breath, her arms coming up to wind around him. She let her eyes fall closed as his hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. 

“What did you do?” She asked wearily, her voice hoarse and weak with exhaustion.

“What I had to.”

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

but why are there ridges on maul's face tho? excellent art regardless 🔥👌🏽

Star Wars   -   ashasylum

[nasa]

One Giant Leap for Mankind

Millions of people around the globe will come together for the Paris 2024 Olympic Games later this month to witness a grand event—the culmination of years of training and preparation.

Fifty-five years ago this July, the world was watching as a different history-changing event was unfolding: the Apollo 11 mission was landing humans on the surface of another world for the first time. An estimated 650 million people watched on TV as Neil Armstrong reached the bottom of the ladder of the lunar module on July 20, 1969, and spoke the words, “That’s one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind.”

While the quest to land astronauts on the Moon was born from the space race with the Soviet Union during the Cold War, this moment was an achievement for the whole of humanity. To mark the world-embracing nature of the Moon landing, several tokens of world peace were left on the Moon during the astronauts’ moonwalk.

“We came in peace for all mankind”

These words, as well as drawings of Earth’s western and eastern hemispheres, are etched on a metal plaque affixed to a leg of the Apollo 11 lunar lander. Because the base of the lander remained on the Moon after the astronauts returned, it is still there today as a permanent memorial of the historic landing.

Microscopic messages from kings, queens, and presidents

Another artifact left on the Moon by the Apollo 11 astronauts is a small silicon disc etched with goodwill messages from leaders of 74 countries around the world. Each message was reduced to be smaller than the head of a pin and micro-etched on a disc roughly 1.5 inches (3.8 cm) in diameter. Thailand’s message, translated into English, reads: "The Thai people rejoice in and support this historic achievement of Earth men, as a step towards Universal peace."

Curious to read what else was inscribed on the disk? Read the messages.

An ancient symbol

The olive branch, a symbol of peace and conciliation in ancient Greek mythology, also found its way to the Moon in July 1969. This small olive branch made of gold was left on the lunar surface during Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin’s 2.5-hour moonwalk. The olive branch also featured on the Apollo 11 mission patches sewed on the crew’s spacesuits. Designed in part by command module pilot Michael Collins, the insignia shows a bald eagle landing on the Moon holding an olive branch in its talons.

We go together

As NASA’s Artemis program prepares to again land astronauts on the Moon, including the first woman and the first person of color, this time we’re collaborating with commercial and international partners. Together we will make new scientific discoveries, establish the first long-term presence on the Moon, and inspire a new generation of explorers.

Is aerospace history your cup of tea? Be sure to check out more from NASA’s past at www.nasa.gov/history.

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[storm-of-silver]

Final Light - Clanmew Names

Gave a shot at translating some character names into @bonefall's Clanmew language, but, since a) the colonies use a title/name system (Song of Marigold, Breeze of Dawn) and b) clanmew has no word for 'of', I actually had to try and come up with a Clanmew name format! Settled on [quality] [name]-contains / [quality] [name]gryyr, which fits the vibe of the English versions.

Commander of Ash - Ootsshamwa Yaywi-Errfyngryyr, God-good-blessing intense-after-flame-contains.

Lord that's a mouthful. The colonies would probably shorten it to Tsshamwa Wi-Errfyngryyr? Breaking this down: Ootsshamwa comes from god, holy, and curse combined, with the logic that the first half of curse meant 'bad' and the second half meant 'given by supernatural'. At that point, god (ootss'ha), the first part of holy (sha), and the last part of curse (mwa) all fit in. The second part is doing double duty by keeping the intention of the 'commander' title (being that they 'command' what their name is), and by elevating them above normal cats. Commanders get blessed by a god in order to rule their colony, hence the 'bless' title.

Voice of Snow - Piababab Urchgryyr, learn-speak (advice) Snow-contains. Piawang Urchgryyr, learn-quality Snow-contains.

First one is probably more accurate and can be shortened to Piabab Urchgryyr, with Piabab getting used to mean the 'Voice of' title. Advisors give opinions to their commander and are generally one of the only cats in a colony who can openly question their commander- in fact, it's considered good for an advisor to do this, as it shows the commander didn't just choose someone who would agree with everything they do.

Prophet of Dew - Shahafwang Papagryyr, holy-quality Rain-contains. Shabawang Papagryyr, prayer-quality Rain-contains. Yooket Papagryyr, spirits Rain-contains.

The last one is most accurate, as oracles are chosen by the gods to receive messages sent by their spirits- they don't heal, and some colonies, namely the Colony of Fireflies, actually try and discourage worship, especially from their oracles.

Talon of Hawk / Wing of Hawk - Fbafba-om-Kach Keaawrgryyr, flight and talons Hawk-contains.

Decided to use 'Keaawr' for hawk after getting my ears destroyed by hawk youtube videos. This one was actually fun to figure out! Colony names have two parts, the title (first word) and the name (second word), and sometimes to honour one's deeds a cat can receive an epithet to reflect their actions. Importantly though, an epithet doesn't change the cat's original title, and they can be referred to with either one.

Fbafba-om-Kach Keaawrgryyr, Talon and Wing of Hawk, would be referring to Hawk in a neutral tone, acknowledging both titles. Fbafba Keaawrgryyr, Wing of Hawk, would be friendly if said by family, or insulting if said by a stranger. Kach Keaawrgryyr, Talon of Hawk, would be respectfully acknowledging the epithet, and the most commonly used by everyone. Interestingly I actually used the writing system's importance ordering for this! The original title goes first (least important), and the epithet goes last (most important).

Call of Dreams - This one is also interesting based solely on how her name changed over her life. Her original name was Kitten of Dreams, named because her mom thought she was 'the kitten of her dreams'. Mi-en-mirri Mewgryyr, mother's love Kitten-contains, WOULD fit and is honestly super cute, but then their title, 'Call', was meant to symbolize the lure they felt to their curiosity and dreams- Call of (their) Dreams. It's an English-based name I suppose, BUT I came up with a name that keeps both meanings! Yana Ssamepgryyr, singing Destiny-contains. Her kitten name would be Ssamep Mewgryyr, Destiny kitten-contains, with Mi-en-Ssamep Mewgryyr, being a nickname. The full title is meant to be like destiny singing to her, which I think fits!

Student of Maple - Prra-pia Russgryyr, beginning-learn Leaf-contains. Originally I thought 'bad-knowledge Leaf-contains' could also work but that just felt mean lol. If there's a word for sweet then the name could be Prra-pia [sweet]-karakgryyr, or beginning-learn sweet-bark-contains, referring to maple syrup in the bark. Prra-pia is meant to mean that they don't have all their knowledge yet, and are beginning to learn. Maybe halfway through training, their title could change to 'Yosh-pia', or 'half-learn'?

Kitten of Raven - Awkawkwang Mewgryyr, Raven-quality kitten-contains. Kittens swap their titles and names, partly so that parents can assign names without directly naming the kit (in the case they die), and half so the original intent of 'kitten of x' gets through. Awkawk was chosen to mimic a raven call.

Eyes of Storm - Boe-pipowang Ssarpapagryyr, very-to see-quality Disaster-Rain-contains. Boe-pipowang Gabppapagryyr, very-to see-quality Strong-Rain-contains. This one raises the question of if a word meant to be a pronoun can be used to specify that a weather is a disaster-level threat, hence the strong-rain variant. Eyes of Storm was known for two things: being extremely stubborn and impossible to contain (this woman is NOT taking no for an answer!), and for being really, REALLY perceptive, hence the title basically meaning 'very-perceptive'. She might be a rare case where her name, the second half, got changed- the original name was for her eyes (yes yes 'urm' would be used here SHH), then for her personality, meaning either the Ssar- or Gabp- prefix would've been added when she got her full title.

[princessbrunette]

sometimes, bunny!reader had very little self awareness. even less when she was with rafe.

you’re at the nail salon, waiting for the lady that worked there to fetch the card machine so rafe could pay for the mani pedi you just received. he’d been running errands all day, but had made that little window of time so he could pick you up and pay for you himself — he was thoughtful like that, for you anyway.

“taking her time, jesus.” rafe complains under his breath, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looks around the salon, straight faced. you tsk, gently smacking the arm of his that you clung to.

“they’re having a busy day, rafey! don’t be rude.” you inform through a glossy pout, adjusting your grip on him when he shrugs carelessly.

“yeah well, i got shit to do. what time is it, anyway?”

you lift your phone, tapping the screen with one taloned nail to awaken it. rafe looks over your shoulder too, like he subconsciously didn’t even trust you to tell him the right time. sometimes you did that, telling him it was earlier than it was when he’d ask so that he’d spend longer with you, thinking he had more time. whilst you were on the well behaved side, it was one of your more sneaky habits.

however, the kook boys attention is stolen from the clock at the top of your screen nearly immediately when you carelessly display his own dick on the lockscreen. the worst part is how you’re not even trying to hide it, practically waving it around for the salon to see. you turn the screen towards him, bracelets jangling as you shake the screen a little.

“see, m’not lying about the time toda—”

rafe snatches the phone from your hand, wide eyed as he glances around. “the hell is this, huh? why is my dick your lockscreen? don’t need people seein’ what i’m working with kid, jesus— change that shit. now.” he scolds and you pout.

“but, daddy i like seeing it.” you put on the innocent act— one you do all too well as you bat your eyelashes up at him, clasping your freshly manicured hands at your front, thinking the ‘daddy’ nickname will win you some points.

“do you like sitting down? ‘cos you’re not gonna be able to do that either if you start talkin’ back. change it.”

you stare him down for a second, resisting a foot thump before yielding, sulkily taking your phone back and opening up your camera roll to find a better picture to use as your lockscreen.

“good. play stupid games win stupid prizes alright i don’t need you parading my—” his lecture his cut short by the salon assistant returning, asking if he’d like to pay with cash or card.

you continue to sulk once you’re in the passenger seat to his car, choosing to inspect your nails over interacting with him. as he concentrates on pulling out of his spot, he glances at you quickly. “hey, cheer up.” it’s more of a command and your pout only deepens.

“i liked my lockscreen rafey. i changed it because i missed you.”

surprisingly, he huffs out a quiet laugh.

“and — and a picture of just me wouldn’t have sufficed? nah, you missed my dick.” he shakes his head, squinting out at the road ahead.

“missed both.” its quiet, but he hears anyway— glancing at you once more.

“yeah? well guess where we’re headed now?”

your interest is piqued and you peer over at him, eyeing the handsome cameron.

“home. so once again, you’re gettin’ what you want. so… so stop looking so heartbroken, alright? you’ll get your fix.”

like that, all is forgotten, leaning over the console to smear a glossy kiss to his cheek and grab him through his pants — usual behaviour back in tact.

[thekingsofironfist]

@teslagravity

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