#anzati

[auditect]

I just found out something pretty interesting - did you know that Volfe Karkko is part of the Disney Canon?

Well, at least his design is. There is a disney sourcebook that made the rather bizarre choice to include in its article of the species an image of Volfe Karkko from Star Wars: Darkness Part 3, a comic that is no longer officically concidered canon as of the 2014 Disney buyout. Keep in mind that an Anzati character has also appeared in a Star Wars: Rebels comic by Disney, which would have made more sense to include as a visual reference without raising questions regarding canonicity.

While this of course dosen't mean that everything we know about his story is part of the Disney canon, it does at least confirm that a character who looks identical to Volfe Karkko who may or may not have been him exists in the Disney Canon.

[chephalopods]

Silly anzat oc

[jewishcissiekj]

Making a young Aurra design and losing my mind in the process

[kcrabb88]

QuinObi Week starts in less than a month, and I've got 4 of my 5 fics drafted and am very pleased with how my day 4 fic turned out! Featuring Quin having a super extreme psychometric reaction during a wartime mission that's related to his terrible aunt who had his parents killed, and Obi-Wan helping him through love, care, and some tender kink.

Twelve standard hours later as he walks down the hallway toward his quarters, Obi-Wan senses a familiar presence. That hearth-fire he knows so well.  

The door slides open, and he finds Quinlan Vos curled up on his sofa with Obi-Wan's own sweater, battered and dark blue, draped over him. Eyes open. Staring. Breaths coming fast. The Force crackles around him like static electricity. Wrong wrong wrong it says. Their bond hurts. It bleeds slow like someone has sliced into a vein and left it dripping.  

It’s Obi-Wan's job to stem the flow.  

So, he locks the door, drops his bag, and without removing his boots, stopping for water, or any of the things he might normally do, he strides over to the sofa and gets down on one knee. He doesn’t touch Quin. Not yet. He merely puts his hand on the cushion where Quin can catch it.  

“Obi-Wan?” Quin asks. He doesn’t break his stare.  

“It’s me, dearest,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “I’m here.”  

Quin flinches like Obi-Wan's voice is too good a thing to hear. Too kind. Finally, he blinks. Those amber-brown eyes, when they meet Obi-Wan's own, don’t shine. Dead. Dull. Terrified. Those are the words Obi-Wan would use to describe them.  

“Touch,” Quin rasps. “Please.”  

Obi-Wan takes Quin’s closest hand in his own. He runs his thumb over Quin’s knuckles and notices, with a pang, the half-moon imprints pressed into his palm. Obi-Wan's other hand rests on Quin’s head. He hasn’t showered—also not like him. There’s a smear of dirt on his cheek, and his locs are oily.  

“She killed them,” Quin says, and he stares out past Obi-Wan again like he’s looking at something only he can see. “My aunt. She set it up.” 

His parents, Obi-Wan can only assume, but this news makes his bones rattle from the shock of it. Anzati murdered Quin’s parents, and it was always assumed that what his aunt, Tinte Vos, did later—forcing him to relive the brutal deaths in order to mold him into darkness and the heir she wanted—was taking advantage of a horrific situation.  

Quinlan seems to be implying that she set up the deaths in the first place.  

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 6/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 6: Sleep/Nap + Psychometry Track: 'Touch' - Sleeping At Last (Spotify / YouTube)

This time it was Quinlan’s own racing heart that woke him. 

His dreams had been filled with blaster fire, flashes of his parents blending into recognized red armor. The screams of his Mother echoed around him as he picked up the broken helmet, saw his own reflection in the visor, his eyes burning yellow- 

The screams became his own. 

He heaved in air, awareness spreading out with the Force into the dim room in search of the threat. He had tried to sit up, felt pain flare in his abdomen and caused him to stall halfway, curling to lean on his uninsured right side. 

“-nlan, focus on me. I know you recognize my voice you joke about it being familiar all the time-“

“Fox?”

He hadn’t even noticed Fox come in, or maybe he had been in the bunk next to him? He hadn’t sensed him in his panic though he had been searching for threats, which Fox definitely wasn’t. If anything Quinlan latched his focus on Fox now and felt only safety, a comfort in the strength of another. 

“I’d say who else could I be but I guess there are at least a couple thousand possibilities,” Fox’s voice became sharper again, falling back on familiar humor at the sign that Quinlan was successfully anchoring himself. 

Another few breaths and Quinlan managed to croak out “Lucky guess then.”

Fox snorted, standing from where he had been kneeling in front of Quinlan. Slowly he reached out, hands barely brushing Quinlan’s shoulder in a clear direction for the Jedi to lay back down, which he did with a soft groan. 

“You should drink something,” the clone Commander pointed out. “Can probably eat now too if-“

“My mother. It was about my Mother.”

Fox pulled up short, half a step from turning away to grab the mentioned water and food. It was the middle of a sleep cycle, so he hadn’t been far when Quinlan’s choked scream woke him, but now he felt almost disconnected as Quinlan opened up in a very rare moment. 

A moment he was sharing, though quietly, as if Fox would push it off- no. As if Quinlan was giving Fox the option to push it off, that he didn’t need to stay and listen. 

But Fox had always listened before, even to things he definitely knew were ridiculous from the man before him. Why do anything different now?

At least, that was the reasoning Fox used as he returned to his spot from earlier, sitting and eyes tracking over Quinlan to check no bandages had come undone in the panic. 

“Your… Mother?”

Quinlan’s head gave the shortest nod but hadn’t managed to look to Fox yet. “She was… murdered. Both of my parents were, sacrificed by my great aunt to Anzati. I was four. They gave me her medallion, the one she wears in every memory I have. And-“

At this, his eyes closed, and Fox watched the signs of Quinlan slowing to find a semblance of control and balance, something honestly quite rare for the straightforward man to do. 

“And they gave it to me knowing full well I was what they described as ‘the best example of psychometry they’d ever seen’. I held the medallion and I relived their deaths like they were my own until Master Tholme found me.”

Fox blinked. He didn’t know truly what to do with any of that information. Surely he couldn’t change the past and had no similar experience of even having a parent to begin with. This wasn’t something he could fight physically or even parse out verbally. But before he could grow any more uncertain with the want to help but no path to understanding how, Quinlan continued with all the calm he shouldn’t have if Fox was to believe he was okay. 

“Sorry if that is a lot. You asked about her and it’s only an explanation of why I panicked. It was long ago, and I deal with it as best I can. I’m telling you not because I think you change anything about it Fox, but just cause you asked,” dark features finally pulled away from the ceiling to land on Fox. “All you had to do was listen, which you did. So, thank you.”

Fox didn’t feel like he should be thanked. Like he hadn’t done anything to actually help, though Quinlan always made it clear that Fox didn’t ever owe him anything. Thus he found himself nodding, agreeing as best he could in the heavy silence. 

Fox could be snippy, strong-headed, and fiercely loyal, pointed himself in a direction and slipped and fought his way to the end with everything he had. And though Quinlan told him thank you, Fox decided he could definitely do more than just sit here looking dumb to receive it. 

He didn’t owe it to Quinlan, he wanted it for himself. 

He reached out, fast before he could rethink it, and took Quinlan’s hand in his own. The Jedi didn’t even flinch, simply gave a short inhale and let his eyes flutter close. Fox had no idea how anything Jedi truly worked, but Quinlan had explained his need for gloves and how his psychometry worked before. Recalling that, he had wondered if Quinlan was strong enough to pick up memories or imagery, and decided he at least wanted to try. A chance to help Quinlan in some way even if it wasn’t with a blaster or armor. 

Face scrunching up slightly in concentration and a thought of how insane this all truly sounded if he thought too long, he pictured Dex’s. He thought about how it had been one of the first places Quinlan ever convinced Fox to eat at. He even recalled some of that meeting, how excited Dex had been, how the food quickly become something Fox loved, and then how it ended with Fox dangling off a speeder while Quinlan attempted to help him and also steer with the Force. 

He really did collect the insane one this time didn’t he? Maybe even give Rex a run for his money in the crazy General department.   

Quinlan suddenly laughed, choked but a laugh nonetheless. So perhaps it wasn’t that insane to think that even without being able to use the Force, Quinlan could reach out and find Fox instead. Like he always seemed able to do.

“Cody is the one with the crazy General,” Quinlan murmured. “But thanks for the nomination.”

Fox thought of some of the stories Cody had told him and snorted softly as Quinlan laughed again.

“I- I can’t tell what you are thinking exactly, it is more an impression and imagery thing, and people are always complicated. But you definitely have no contradictions in the feelings of ‘you’re crazy’.”

Fox rolled his eyes, though at least he hadn’t thought of anything too embarrassing or made a mockery of holding Quinlan’s hand for no reason. “It’s because it isn’t complicated, just a fact. You are crazy.”

“Crazy about you.”

It had been said teasingly, familiar in Quinlan’s antics of flirting playfully with Fox, in which the commander would normally quip back at him. But after everything, Fox being confronted with how much hearing Quinlan say goodbye hurt, how his heart plummeted when Quinlan had collapsed so lifelessly in his arms, how every step carrying him back made him fear he may never again hear those flirting comments again, and thus never feel the resulting small flutters of hope that they could be true; after all of it, he finally put a few thoughts to his feelings. A few realizations that his priorities and wants may have shifted without him ever really noticing. Like the shadow he was, Quinlan had slipped in close and before Fox knew it he found he didn’t want to be left alone in the dark again.

In a blink, he decided he wanted Quinlan to stay with him.

“Fox?” 

And in another blink, he realized his mistake.

“Sorry, I-” he pulled his hand back, every intention of moving away, under the guise of getting Quinlan or drink or maybe even an excuse to check the ship again. But he had barely let go before Quinlan’s own hand wrapped around his, anchoring the clone in place.

“No, Fox, it’s okay. You don’t have to leave,” Quinlan’s voice was low, raw in a way Fox had never heard before. “I want to stay, want you to stay, if you do too.”

Quiet. Neither of them was known for being quiet, especially not when they were together. But now it filled the small room, cushioned them both in silence that spoke louder than any words. Shifted to still and watched as they both took soft breaths.

Fox moved first.

Slowly he slid towards Quinlan, who moved the blanket back like he had been expecting it. And maybe he had with whatever Jedi nonsense Fox still scrunched his nose up about, but what was important is actually how his own stomach flipped over itself as he was now on his side, one arm naturally stretching out along the bed which Quinlan quickly accommodated, laying still on his back to not agitate his injuries.

Again they stilled, Fox’s eyes drifting over the dreadlocks splayed out across the small bit of pillow between them. Now he was close enough to pick apart the smallest scar almost hidden by Quinlan’s eyebrow, how those yellow tattoos complemented the deep color of his skin, a complexion even darker than Fox’s. 

“Don’t forget to breathe, Commander.”

A joke, one that shocked a scoff out of Fox as he tried not to show how he began to consciously breathe again. “And don’t you dare irritate your wounds. I spent way too long patching them up for you to aggravate them again.”

Quinlan’s eyes had shut and left Fox the illusion of privacy even as he could watch the rise and fall of Quinlan’s bare chest. The hand that had come to rest between them looked wrong now that it was empty, and there was still that little space between them.

Fox shifted closer, fingers drifting over the back of Quinlan’s hand. The Kiffar man hummed quietly, shifted his hand above Fox’s and moved closer as well. Naturally, they tucked close together, and Fox found his nose pressed to soft locks and Quinlan's head turned slightly to ghost breath across the low hollow of Fox’s throat.

“So, you really carried me all the way back?”

Fox steadied himself in the note of humor, even if Quinlan’s own voice still had those unsure feelings hidden in it. It didn’t phase Fox, especially because of how his own emotions were still as confusing as ever and thus he focused on that familiar banter.

“Yeah, dragged your self-sacrificing Jedi ass back here and I still haven’t heard a thank you.”

“Awe, would my clone in shining armor like a kiss for his efforts?”

Fox rolled his eyes and sank a bit closer. “I think the painkillers are still affecting you, you sound delusional.”

“Not at all, Fox,” Quinlan hummed. “So much not that I may actually pass out from the pain.”

Fox tried to hide his smile. “Can’t be that bad if you didn’t say anything, di’kut.”

“You would’ve gotten up, and I didn’t want you too.” Quinlan's eyes opened lazily to glance towards their entwined fingers, smile small but bright. “Not a chance Foxie, not for anything.”

“You’re so stupid.”

“All for you Fox. A true menace or you wouldn’t like me.”

Fox felt the other man sag against him. His voice had slurred, being awake finally becoming too exhausting for him. And Fox selfishly accepted the moment, relished in the touch of someone he found he trusted explicitly for the rare seconds he would have it.

Only to realize… he didn’t have to steal the moment. Vos had gifted it to him. Was giving him the chance, the choice, the option. Told him exactly what he wanted, and gave the Fox the moment to back out or get up and leave. To keep the distance they had carefully crafted with their quips and side missions and drunk sabacc games. 

Quinlan’s thumb brushed over the back of Fox’s hand.

Fox stayed.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

PLS tell me about vampire din im begging 🙏

vampire!din, where the mandalorians are descendants of the Anzati that evolved to consume blood.

vampire!din, where the mandalorians wear helmets not because of a creed, but for safety. a muzzle, if you will.

vampire!din, who’s ship breaks down on an outer rim planet and he’s running out of time to get more nutrient supplement from the core worlds and oh the mechanic is really really pretty 👀

[sithfox]

Today's fic snippet is from the lost prince fic, which has ballooned well past my initial plans. Oops. This scene is near the beginning, which is me rewriting the Kiffu scenes from the Jedi: Count Dooku comic.

Suddenly, he’s at his parents' funeral. He can see himself saluting the casket, a much younger him mourning the loss of his family. Kurlin’s big hand had weighed heavy on his shoulder at the time, but now he is Tinte. She’s confident her guilt will not be discovered. The Anzati had demanded blood of her blood to seal the pact: she���d assigned Quian and Pethros a patrol that would let the Anzati attack and feed on them. Now she just had to take the final steps of her plan while that Force-addled Jedi was gone.

The memory skips and he stands over himself, darkly victorious, when the youth accepts his mother’s emblem. Let him see the Dark. Let him learn to fear it. Then the Jedi will not take him and he can stay here, where he belongs. When the boy starts screaming, she has a single moment of doubt, but no regrets. Never regrets.

[adriansvetozaroff]

Some different crossovers.

Bruno the Kadabra. 2023. Pokemon/Encanto crossover. Firstly, Bruno is a touching character, secondly, he reminded me of my favorite psychic type, just as thin, can seem sinister and is considered a harbinger of trouble, but in fact he is not without charm. Thirdly, Nintendo for 16 years: "Not a word about kadabra!"

Anzati Hunter D. 2016. Star Wars/D: Bloodlust crossover. I think it's rather stylish.

Lysandre Cafe. 2022. "Do you want to be with those who give or those who take?". Idea of a crossover with "Menu" (I can't vouch for the accuracy of the quote, as I watched the film in my native language, but its theme, in my opinion, suits Lysandre)

I, Mewtwo. 2014. Crossover with "I, Frankenstein" made for fun.

Fuji's Monster. 2023. Mewtwo as Frankenstein's monster from "Mary Shelley's Frankenstein" movie. "Have you thought about the consequences of what was started by you? Who am I? Do you think I'm evil? You hardly know how much love and affection is in me, and hardly believe how much hate is in me. And if I can not meet one sense, I am completely give myself for other!"

Rose Red. 2013. Sabrina's youth associates for me with S. King's "Rose Red", that's why I wanted to draw her like this. 

Bonding. 2015. Mewtwo and Indominus Rex. Crossover with "Jurassic world"

I did it 35 minutes ago. 2016. Mewtwo as Ozymandias from "Watchmen", just for fun as a perfect ending for "Mewtwo strikes back"

Guilty! 2014. «I was weak. That's why I needed you... Needed someone to punish me for my sins...» Professor Fuji as protagonist in "Silent Hill" game series. Crossover is based on SH 2, but totally AU. 

[asgardian-angel]

What about the Anzati? They drank people's life-force and called it Soup.

For those wondering, the Aniseya Coven was not the first group to call The Force something different than what the Jedi and Sith call it.

Out of all the things to complain about, you are complaining about the wrong thing.

Try again.

[i-have-zero-social-skills]

Another Excerpt From The Timeline Fic For My AU

23 BBY (977 ARR): All the Jedi feel a massive disturbance in the Force that is clearly Dark in origin. 

Masters Mace Windu, Even Piell, Coleman Trebor, K’Kruhk, Neeja Halcyon, An’ya Kuro, Yan Dooku, Shaak Ti, T’ra Saa, and Yaddle, as well as Padawan Anakin Skywalker are sent to investigate it.

They are able to find that this disturbance originated on the planet Ziost, so they travel there. Upon arriving, they further narrow down the location of the disturbance to ancient ruins of a massive structure. While exploring these ruins, they are attached by ten Sith Apprentices: A white haired Human man, a Chiss woman, a Near-Human woman, an Umbaran woman, a Human woman with burn scars on her face, a Korunnai man, a young Human woman, an Anzati man, a Twi’lek man, and a middle aged Human woman. Coleman Trebor is killed in the fight with the Sith Apprentices, and Masters An’ya Kuro and Yan Dooku find their former Padawans among the Sith Apprentices, while Mace Windu discovers that one of the Sith Apprentices is his long-lost brother. All three Masters are able to put their complicated emotions aside, and do their duty as Jedi after they realize that all the Sith Apprentices are past the point of being reasoned with. During the fight, Darth Nashtah kills herself in an attempt to hurt An’ya Kuro one last time when she realizes she can’t win. After all the Apprentices are dealt with, the Master reveals himself to be the same Muun Sith the Jedi fought on Coruscant.

Through a powerful Light Side power called the Wall of Light, the Sith Master is quickly defeated by the Jedi, but he is able to kill Master Neeja Halcyon.

After the Sith have been defeated, the Jedi explore the ruins, and find two infants. A boy and a girl. The children are taken to the Temple on Tannalor and named Luke and Leia.

[auditect]

Experience the thrilling backstory of the sadistic Bounty Hunter Aurra Sing in Aurra's Song, a brand new comic dub featuring @silyabeeodess in the lead role and an original soundtrack composed by me!

[chephalopods]

Sorry this is real random especially for a first time message on your blog (heyyyo I’m AzoraStarr) but I’m so curious about your Anzati oc, the one you did art of (awesome drawing by the way!) 😂 I’m on a Star Wars Anzati trip, especially with Auditect posting the final part for his Quinlan Vos comic dub with fallen former Jedi Knight Volfe Karkko. What’s your characters story, also love the Loth cat companion 👍🏻 in the other art you’ve done.

Hi! Thanks so much for your interest!

Sol is a weapons smith and ex-assassin (and by that I just mean he's not as active.) Here are some notes on him, but I'd love to go into more depth with him when I have time- there's a much clearer vision that I have in my head than what I've put into words haha

[444names]

Names generated from the Italian Wikipedia article on "Italy" plus French and German forenames

Accanale Acchien Acordoaceb Acrente Adazior Adeolta Adicy Affici Agebblità Aggetta Aggicolagli Aghealus Aldoga Alepoi Alligoni Alvato Amene Amigi Ampaetta Andatti Angeopreca Angra Anotti Anovatiche Anzati Aorione Aphalche Apolin Apolone Apperreter Aqual Ardinche Ardisio Areante Arienticina Artenzecis Ascio Assibella Assinia Assisti Assubjea Astresa Atale Atordotta Atorna Aughitemie Aurgianze Ausse Avamigno Avase Avilesoni...

Bancente Bancepi Banzatrita Basbusti Batalenni Batore Bentalche Berato Bermante Bernerse Bestramesso Bilinew Bologili Cachis Calica Canizzo Canni Canzie Carazio Carti Casis Censespeci Cernificità Cetto Cilamone Cipolcoletà Citapia Clabizio Clasta Clevillack Coaccedono Colarda Coldi Colinin Colititi Collani Colmori Comicante Compantammi Coneallo Coneli Coneoismoni Coneoto Coniture Consevo Conte Corassi Cormatio Cosinalile Costrasick Cricasti Crigonse Crodo Danti Decesi Delad Dentato Denterd Dericincimp Dersane Derti Dianni Dimaro Dindono Dinetto Dinia Dinie Diormentere Distica Divente Doper Doriste Doteranoto Ducazione Duzzah Edandone Edeozienti Elenni Elgart Elmetimi Eloneri Emenallizza Emessie Emilini Enteolità Eolluddia Eproblia Erecturio Eronno Esano Eshariste Esteri Estexix Estri Etter Ettivolta Euccado Eucche Eurbodo Eurriva Fabormoni Fallari Faniffra Farviarista Fasseinig Favvistroli Felizioliri Festric Feterco Fichinia Filichria Firatte Fissi Fisto Flumenale Fonfresti Fornena Forto Franuto Fumitere Gabicon Gadopolo Gatistiva Gautteata Gentuti Geoginquen Geonce Geozza Gerni Gesceato Giurisite Golia Gonegrater Goveragene Grali Grassata Grele Grelei Grelo Grent Gripentenza Grist Guattec Guelfona Guistame Guito Gélie Hanri Hilhe Hugligia Imenti Immetto Imonter Impenza Impolati Indanto Inforah Inicha Initosmoka Insione Intani Isaglia Isthm Jacie Jeato Joacquidita Josolmine Joste Köpplautt Labilieta Lariof Latato Lattessede Lavar Laziononsi Lebarenze Leccino Leggione Liaro Licalizzo Lindio Lisperso Lunale Luzionari Lynente Maggione Magline Malinomi Manneolivo Manoni Mantei Marcumia Martosegi Medina Mendano Mententi Menza Menzaziono Mersi Metto Michesale Miclie Micomo Miconelato Migene Miggismove Migistarie Milpio Minghelli Mionarismo Mistia Mitenti Moriti Mosita Musule Nalmeziono Nanico Nattiche Nazzato Nendento Nessero Nestrato Notran Novinald Ocare Ociatoni Oclatruni Ocronn Onziane Opengue Oregagovoto Orema Orficono Orgiona Orgonentò Orinsi Orito Orità Ormartua Ovappità Ovilisti Pacenze Padia Padosisce Paggiuto Paranto Passei Paustie Pazini Pedepare Periana Perietto Perterte Picorno Pilizione Pinialcipio Polatteta Polazia Pondo Pondote Ponfruto Potto Pottps Prati Prelleno Prelli Prenza Prestano Priboezio Printi Proalisso Proggiuta Promanosi Propote Puari Puggionsena Pupossità Qualgemung Quelleta Quessie Rambari Rando Rapollita Ratieta Rattena Raziare Raziarre Recanata Rellai Repanno Rialvicone Riche Riedicende Rieliaglimo Rietiveni Rigenzia Rigili Rigio Rilloni Rione Rismouroci Ristranata Roclardt Romanotito Rozzannare Sacregui Sajesti Salmily Sandig Sanne Satostoulli Saveri Scologio Scostrati Segnès Sempar Senica Serappeeta Seresti Sermedrado Sfichich Sicinve Sicola Slano Sonteropr Sorezzoi Spale Spapone Spellazione Spere Spervanale Spone Ssestaca Stalenta Starbellono Sticolia Stina Stippere Stiregna Stregugo Suagna Subbri Subidet Substegui Sulrichi Suppro Suraffato Surbità Suzzà Svesionosts Svocino Séverrati Talganza Tatimo Tenida Tentes Tentiza Tento Tesisca Tessidia Timingen Torthonsili Tradeschen Trapie Trato Trazzata Trene Trion Troce Trottibie Uffesenti Ulognazi Uncla Unzio Uuinote Valersara Vatorneon Vegnistra Vegrarpe Venck Venja Verborrut Vicalle Vidoticasi Vinuccinie Visimatenza Vistra Walinsi Willi Winizi Wtorfialevo Xittore Xviterviste

[grandpahades]

The dumbest thing about the drawing all the sentient species thing is that if I want to draw humanoids, which normally would have been Anzati soon, Id have to look at the humanoid section instead. I understand that not all sentient species are humanoids which is fine, but having to look at two lists to make ocs is big dumb

[ladypepperofdavenshire-archives]

@mentaowl‘s Zyhlis for today!

[jedifisto]

girlfriends? girlfriends.