#deity of moffs

[iamfabiloz]

why is ur breezepelt design so like that. like. that rewired how i see him. genius. I WANNA SEE MAH LITTLE BOI

THANK U TEEHEE i like adding lots of silly things to my designs so eyeshadow mohawk was bestowed upon this cat ^w^

drawing i whipped up just now for u

[carboniila]

Uh, hello! What program do you use for your pixel animations? I've really been getting into pixel art and have been scouting for programs! :)

Hello! the name of the program is Ibispaint.

Here's the pixel brush.

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Not You

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, mentions of blood/injury/death

Word Count: 2,392

Summary: sequel to 'Not Like This'. Based on chapter 24 of the Mandalorian. Loosely.

SPOILERS UNDER THIS CUT (sort of)

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"i find my place in between your arms. in between your tender kisses. and soft whispers of 'it'll be alright'. in between the warmth of your embrace and the scent of your neck and the fierceness of your touch. i find my place lost inside your soul."

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Not you. Not you. Not you. Din screamed the words in his head in hopes that maybe, just maybe, some deity out in the universe would hear his cries and offer a semblance of mercy. As the imperials dragged him down the hall, all he could see was you crying out in pain as Gideon stabbed you⏤ you collapsing to the ground bleeding. Maker, not you. Din couldn’t lose you. Fear began to boil into rage. He gnashed his teeth and his entire body stiffened. Not you. He wouldn’t let you go. Moff Gideon wanted to take his Creed from him? Fine. He could kriffing have it. 

But, Din would not lose you.

Not today. Not ever.

Opportunity found he lifted his legs up, tucking them into his chest, and then used the nearby pillar to shove the Imperials off of him. The second he was free his lips briefly curled into a feral grin. They wanted to see his face so badly? Well, now they could look him in the eyes when he burned this place to the ground. Because he’d turn this place to ash before he let them take you.

You were hurting. Maker, you were hurting. It felt like someone had burned you from the inside out. Your organs were ablaze and every little movement worsened the inferno in your abdomen. A whimper left your lips as your eyes fluttered open and settled on a familiar t-shape visor.

“Din…” You mumbled. You reached out for the Mandalorian⏤ your hand leaving a bright red stain on the otherwise spotless silver beskar. When you tried to pull him closer, the helmet skittered away from the slick of your blood and that’s when it dawned on you.

Din wasn’t here. It was just his helmet. They had taken him from you.

Another whimper left your lips and you weren’t sure if it came from the kriffing stab wound in your side or the image of Din being dragged away burned in your retinas. You tried to lift your head but only managed to cry out in pain. You were dying. There was too much blood surrounding you for this to end any differently. 

‘Not today, cyar’ika.’ A voice that sounded suspiciously like Din whispered behind you. ‘Get up. You need to get up.’

“I can’t.” You sobbed.

‘You can. Get up. Cyar’ika, get up. Get up!’

With a scream of agony, you pushed yourself up on shaky arms. Your entire body heaved with desperate gasps as you struggled to stay up. Just a little more. Just a little more. One more scream and you were on your feet. Wavering, but standing. You glanced around to see the bodies of various beskar plated imperials scattered about the platform. Amongst the white and black, you did notice a familiar shade of blue. You grasped Din’s helmet, hugging it to your chest desperately, and stumbled over to Paz.

“Paz.” You cried. “Paz!”

The large man didn’t respond. You collapsed to your knees by him and tried to shake him to no avail. Terrified, you reached forward, shoving his shirt away, to find a pulse. After a moment, you could feel one under your fingers. Faint, thready, but there. You shook the man once more, yelling his name, but all that you obtained was a moan.

“Get your kriffing ass up!” You spat. A Mando’a phrase came to mind from your limited mental dictionary. It had been one you heard while watching the covert train. “K’atini!” It’s only pain. “K’atini, Paz! Get up.”

Paz flinched and you heard his hoarse voice. “Go. Leave. This is my end.”

“The hell it is.” You hooked one weak arm under his and tried to tug up⏤ not that it did anything other than bother him. “Ragnar is waiting for you.” Paz grunted. “Your kid is kriffing waiting for you, so get your ass up!”

You stumbled back as Paz began to go through the same struggle as you did. First to his arms then to his feet. Quickly, you hooked one of his arms over yours while the other still held onto Din’s helmet. You both limped forward one step and nearly collapsed over again.

“You…” Paz grunted out as you both struggled for the door you had seen Din get dragged through. “Mandokar. You have mandokar.”

“I don’t know what that means.” You mumbled.

Paz chuckled then winced. “I get it. Why Djarin keeps you around.”

“Thanks. I guess. Kind of a shitty compliment.” 

Paz let out another breathy chuckle, “Can’t give him too much credit. Kaysh mirsh solus. Idiot.”

“Yeah, well,” You tried to readjust your bloody grip on Paz but the action sent a wave of burning pain through your entire body, “Just⏤ Just think how much that idiot will owe you once we save his life.”

The two of you had luckily not run into any enemies. If even a single Imperial found you both it’d be over. You were bleeding to death, and though you didn’t know the extent of Paz’s injuries under the armor, you had a bad feeling he was in the same boat as you. You didn’t know how long it took to get anywhere. It definitely felt like forever. Maybe this was hell. Just an eternity of limping down a hall bleeding with no end in sight. It was sure beginning to feel that way.

Your legs stumbled and you would’ve collapsed entirely if Paz didn’t keep you upright. He grunted once, “Come on, little one. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.”

The two of you rounded a corner and never before had you been happy to hear the sound of blaster fire and jetpacks. Mandalorians. Maker, you prayed it was the Mandalorians. Paz and you stumbled through a doorway and saw the air filled with Mandalorians and Imperials at war. You jumped, startled, when Paz bellowed out a phrase in Mando’a. It was the loudest you had heard him this entire time and you didn’t know where he found the strength to do it. Two Mandalorians broke off, already nearby, and landed in front of you.

“Take him. I think he’s fading.” You pushed Paz toward the two Mandalorians.

“No. Grab her. She… Djarin.” Paz grunted.

“I’m finding Din.” You said and shot a glare toward the Mandalorian who tried to take a step toward you. “Go. Go!”

Paz barked out in anger, but they listened. One said he’d get someone else to fly down and grab you, but the second they lifted into the air you turned and began to limp across the platform. Din. You needed to find Din, but your vision was beginning to blur. Din. You dragged your feet across the ground. Not him. You couldn’t lose him. 

“Din…” You murmured softly. “Din…”

Din wanted to punch his fist through Moff Gideon’s chest. He wanted to make the man pay, but he didn’t have the time. Din needed to get Grogu to safety and then he had to go back. He had to go back. Not you. Not you. He wasn’t going to leave you behind. Besides, Bo Katan was doing well. The Armorer herself had dropped from the sky to come to her aid. Din had faith in them. He had his own agenda to accomplish. 

He lifted his gaze and recognized a familiar Mandalorian take out two imperials in the air. “Koska!” He roared. She didn’t hear and he screamed it once more. “Koska!” She spun mid-air then hurried toward him. Din scooped Grogu up and ignored the pain that flared. He had taken a number of blows just to get here. Grogu babbled at him, panicked and worried, but the second Koska was in front of him Din set the boy into her arms. “You get him out right now. You hear me?” Grogu whined loudly and reached for him. Din furrowed his brow into a glare and forcefully pointed at Koska. “Do you hear me? You get him to safety now.”

“You have my word.” Koska replied and took off without a second of waste.

Din turned and began to sprint back toward the halls. Above all the noise of blaster fire and jetpacks blasting, he heard a soft whisper that stopped him in place. He had to be hearing things. Din turned his head and scanned the area around him. Another whisper⏤ a whimper⏤ and there you were. You were limping, soaked in blood, with a death grip on his helmet. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be relieved. You looked like death. Din was rushing toward you and he watched you collapse.

No, no. Not you. Not you. Din wasn’t going to lose you.

He slid on his knees to reach you and tried to lift you up.

“Din.” You mumbled. Weakly, you lifted his helmet to hold out to him. Your blood stained it.

In his desperation to hold you, he knocked his helmet from your weak grip and it clattered across the ground. He mumbled reassurances, ran his hand over your hair and face and anything he could touch, but you felt so limp in his arms. “No, no. Not you. Look at me.” Din was pleading for you to look at him again. A sob mingled in. “Look at me, look at me!” You were draped across his lap and he cupped your face. “Please, cyar’ika, please. Not you. I can’t lose you.”

Your eyes fluttered open to briefly meet his and the recognition in your eyes brought a relieved smile to his own features. You lifted a hand to set on the side of his face and he felt your hot blood smear across his features. It was short lived as your eyes rolled back and your head lolled to the side⏤ going limp once more. This wasn’t happening. This had to just be another nightmare. He’s had them before just like this, but usually he woke up before you faded.

“Din, we have to go!” Bo Katan yelled faintly. Her hand grabbed his shoulder and it made him realize that she hadn’t been far away⏤ his ears were just ringing too loudly to comprehend what was happening. She spun him around and a familiar helmet was shoved onto his head once more. “Leave! This place is gonna blow!”

Din pulled you tighter to his chest and used his stolen jetpack to rocket into the air. 

Not you. Not you. Din was not going to lose you.

There was no pain when your eyes opened. Morning light filled the unfamiliar room, a sea of white sheets surrounded you. With a sigh, you rolled over and came face to face with a stranger. No. Not a stranger. Din. You knew this face, but you had only seen it in fear and in anger. Right now he was at peace. You lifted a hand to rake through his soft, messy brown locks. Fingers traced his eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, over his lips, through the scruff on his jaw. 

He let out a soft sigh of his own and slowly you watched his eyes open. Lids still heavy with sleep. The color of his eyes was warm. Just as he was. And, when they met yours you felt the air get taken from your lungs. Maker, he was beautiful. Was this heaven? If hell was dragging Paz, bloody and broken, down a hall then this must be heaven. 

“Cyar’ika…” He mumbled in adoration.

“Am I dead?” You asked.

“No.” Din’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him in bed, and you relished in how real it felt. The weight of his arm draped over you was exact. “Neither of us are. Though, you certainly tried.”

Din pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, but he didn’t stop there. The man peppered kisses, faint brushes of his lips against your skin, anywhere he could reach. As if he were using his lips to caress your face. Finally, his lips pressed to yours and you couldn’t help but breathe him in. Din broke away too soon and you shook your head.

“This isn’t allowed.” You mumbled. “I can’t see your face.”

“It’s okay.” Din gave you a chaste kiss. “It’s okay, I swear.”

The weight of everything that had happened slammed into you and your eyes began to water. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to look at you. I didn’t want to⏤”

“Shh.” Din stopped your words with his lips. His thumbs wiping away your tears. “It wasn’t your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for. I was going to show you anyways.”

“But not like this.” You argued.

“Maybe not, but I don’t care, cyar’ika.” He replied. “You’re safe, we’re safe, and I have you in my arms. Right now, I don’t care about anything else.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Grogu? Where’s⏤”

“Safe. Downstairs with his uncle Boba and aunt Fennec who are surely spoiling him.” Din sighed and you let out a soft chuckle. Tatooine. You were in Tatooine. Boba’s palace. One of the safest places in the galaxy. 

“And… And Paz?” You asked in concern.

“Oh, Paz is fine.” Din grumbled and buried his face into the crook of your neck, settling a kiss there. “He won’t shut up about you.”

You wrapped your arms around him and breathed in the familiar, comforting smell of him. “Good. I think me and him are best friends now.”

“That’s not allowed.”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“No.” Din shook his head against you with a chuckle. He nipped at a spot on your neck and you laughed in surprise. Din rolled you both over so he could press you into the mattress. Din lifted himself up and kept his weight on one elbow so he could stare down at you. “And I don’t want to hear you say his name while in bed with me. There’s only one name I wanna hear leave your lips right now.”

You grinned up at him, “Axe Woves?”

With a disgruntled sigh, he pressed his hips into yours and devoured you into a kiss. One of your hands tangled in his hair while the other explored his bare back. Maybe this was heaven. If it were, you didn’t really care. You’d exist anywhere that had you tangled with Din Djarin in peace.

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mando'a translations

K’atini : It’s only pain (suck it up)

Mandokar : the epitome of Mando virtue - a blend of aggression, tenacity, loyalty and a lust for life

Kaysh mirsh solus : He’s a a fool (idiot)

Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur : Today is a good day for someone else to die.

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ANYWAY as I said before these are some designs of Max and Edward as ponies and also they're gay. Max is a Pegasus and Edward is an Earth Pony.

Song I listened to while drawing:

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Honeyfern from Warrior Cats

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Star Wars Alien Species - Askajian

Askaj was the home planet of the Askajians in the Outer Rim Territories, far off the Rimma Trade Route. The planet had one moon, the Moon Lady, whom the people worshiped as a deity.

Before 5000 BBY, Drev Hassin, a Force-sensitive Askajian, left his world and joined the Jedi Order. He became a padawan for Jedi Master Relin Druur and fought in the Great Hyperspace War.

An Askajian known as Rej Taunt, the eldest son of tomuon cloth traders, became a crime boss on Nar Shaddaa by 19 BBY. He worked with the Black Sun.

During the Galactic Empire, the planet Askaj was under the administration of Grand Moff Wilkadon, whose oppression provoked many Askajians to relocate to Tatooine.

Sometime after the Battle of Endor, the planet was liberated by the New Republic.

During the early years of the New Republic, several Askajian tribes migrated to Tatooine with the assistance of an Imperial defector, Gwend. They brought with them tomoun cloth to trade for the technology needed to survive on the planet.

In 8 ABY, a tribe of Askajians led by Borno helped Han Solo, Leia Organa Solo, Chewbacca, C-3PO, and three Squib companions evade capture by Imperial Stormtroopers.

Askajians lived in a primitive, tribal society, living mostly by gathering plants and hunting herds of large, woolly beasts called tomuons. Askajians used their meat, milk, fat, wool, hooves, and bones for fabric, food, shelter, and other essential items.

One of the most important figures in an Askajian tribe was the weaver, who knew the secret techniques to create tomoun cloth. Tomoun cloth was a strong, yet soft and wrinkle-resistant fabric that was a high-demand luxury item as far away as the Core Worlds. It was rumored that even Palpatine's robes were made of tomuon wool. As this was the only export the Askajians had, their tribes had been known to fight wars over the services of especially skilled weavers.

The main political organizations among the Askajians were nomadic tribes composed of several extended families. These tribes were led by male or female hereditary chieftains, depending on the region. Many tribes formed loose military alliances with one another in order to make war on other tribal federations.

Dancers were also important in Askajian culture. A skilled dancer acted as a shaman and loremaster, re-enacting tribal history and legend and leading worship of their main goddess, the Moon Lady, which was the moon of Askaj. The shamans of the Moon Lady taught that joy could be found in just about everything, and that tragedy was the best time for mirth. They encouraged folk to laugh even as they die.

Askajian younglings were called "cubs" or "cublings".

One of the most famous Askajians in galactic history was Yarna d'al' Gargan, who was one of Jabba's favorite dancers in his Palace on Tatooine. When she had stored as much water as she could hold, Yarna was said to remind Jabba of his "mother". She performed the Dance of the Seventy Violet Veils at the wedding of Han Solo and Leia Organa. Afterward, she found fame as a model for jeweled brassieres.

Externally, Askajians appeared very similar to humans, mainly differing in the thick, wrinkled skin on their foreheads, their six breasts, and their girth. Internally, the mammalian species was adapted to desert survival with large epidermal sacs for water storage. This allowed them to go for several weeks without water. An Askajian could shed up to sixty percent of the water in his or her body with no effect other than tremendous slimming. Askajians like Yarna d'al' Gargan were normally slender, and imbibing huge volumes of water increased their girth considerably. Askajians also had two hearts.

Examples of Names: Yarna d'al' Gargan

Languages: The Askajian language was the native language of the Askajians. The word "Yarna" in this language meant "beautiful." Ancient Askajian was an early incarnation of the language. The Song of the Dongtha Slayer was written in ancient Askajian, and the protocol droid called C-3PO could recite all 722 known verses of that poem.

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                                                                              CHARACTER   LIST    .

   ---   GRAND   ADMIRAL   THRAWN    .

   MITT’RAW’NURUODO ,    known   later   in   life   simply   as   THRAWN ,    was   a   chiss   who   operated   within   sheev   palpatine’s   galactic   empire   under   the   title   of   GRAND   ADMIRAL   .     a   vast   intelligence   and   strategist ,    thrawn   was   a   decisive   and   effective   authority   within   palpatine’s   ranks   .    though   thrawn   was   an   effective   piece   upon   palpatine’s   board ,    his   true   loyalties   lied   in   the   defence   of   his   home   against   an   unknown   power ,    LURKING   beyond   the   bounds   of   the   known   galaxy .

   ---   THE   MANDALORIAN    .

DIN DJARIN ,    also   known   as   THE   MANDALORIAN ,    is   a   gunslinger   and   rogue   bounty   hunter   in   the   outer   rim   territories .    after   successfully   completing   a   guild   bounty ,    djarin   went   against   codes   and   took   the   target   of   the   bounty   for   himself .    operating   from   his   starship   RAZORCREST ,    djarin   is   believed   to   be   on   the   run   from   wronged   former - allies ,    as   well   as   the   MOFF   of   an   imperial   splinter   faction .

   ---   DARTH   VADER    .

  DARTH   VADER ,   former   knight   of   a   dead   religious   order ,   is   palpatine’s   elusive   enforcer .   wielding   great   power ,    his   dark   presence   commands   respect   and   fear   among   his   allies   and   enemies   alike .    vader   hunts   the   remnants   of   the     DEAD ORDER   of   MONKS     he   once   served ,    seeing   to   it   that   his   emperor’s   will   is   done .    it   is   only   when   a   new   enemy   rises ,    that   of   a   rebel   named   luke   skywalker ,    that   vader’s   stalwart   certainty   begins   to   waver .

   ---   HEGO   DAMASK    or    DARTH   PLAGUEIS    .

  the   muun   HEGO   DAMASK   II   was   a   magister   of   the   intergalactic   banking   clan ,   or ,   free   of   his   public   persona ,   the   sinister   sith ,   DARTH   PLAGUEIS   .    though   damask   appeared   completely   inoffensive   to   the   denizens   of   the   republic - era   galaxy ,    the   muun   conspired   in   secret ,    meaning   to   discover   the   secrets   to   eternal   life .

   ---   BOSSK    .

  BOSSK ,    spawn   of   cradossk  ,    is   a   renowned   bounty   hunter ,    and   a   prominent   member   of   the   bounty   hunter’s   guild .    bossk   serves   the   trandoshan   deity   known   as   THE   SCORE - KEEPER ,    and   wishes   to   please   his   goddess   by   accruing   hunts .    at   constant   odds   with   his   fellow   delinquents ,    bossk   often   finds   himself   pursuing   the   criminal   han   solo   and   his   co - conspirator   chewbacca :    the   wookiee   that   gave   bossk   a   hideous   scar   through   his   right   eye .    bossk   will   only   take   very   specific   bounties ,    but   if   those   two   are   involved ,    he   will   take   any   opportunity   to   settle   the   score .

   ---   BEN   ORGANA - SOLO    or    KYLO   REN    .

   born   a   year   after   the   galactic   empire   fell ,   the   son   of   han   solo   and   leia   organa   was   born   at   a   time   of   great   uncertainty  .    born   BEN   ORGANA - SOLO  ,   the   young   prince   of   ALDERAAN   fell   under   the   influence   of   a   sinister   threat    ---    a   powerful   and   dark   presence ,    that   lured   the   young   organa - solo   to   the   breadth   of   the   dark   side .

     ---     AND   MORE ,    COMING   SOON   .   .   .    !