#dromae

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[2717/11080] Crab-plover - Dromas ardeola

Order: Charadriiformes Suborder: Lari Family: Dromadidae (crab-plover)

Photo credit: Raghavendra Pai via Macaulay Library

[blackkatmagic]

hi!! i love your writing so, so much. your characterizations are always so well thought out and you pack so much into even a few sentences. could i ask for neyo, for the game?

(asdffdfkgdk you're so sweet thank you!!)

It’s not a place clones are meant to be, or meant to find. Neyo doesn’t intend to go looking for it, but—

That’s how these sorts of things always start, maybe.

Drenched, freezing, limbs shaking so hard that he couldn’t aim a blaster if his life depended on it, Neyo drags himself out of the deep river where the shallows finally slow, scrambles up the bank as best he can when the eddies want to drag him back. Water pours from what armor he wasn’t able to tear off when he went under, and the air burns in comparison to the icy river, even though the planet is a cold one, still caught in the throes of an ice age.

The cavern Neyo stumbles up into is warm, though, even more so than as a comparison to the ice melt would suggest. There are crystals burning along the walls, and a deep metal cauldron full of something that shines and shifts and throws off unbearable heat, enough of it that Neyo's blacks are already steaming. He raises a hand to shield his eyes, but his gaze is still drawn to the far end of the massive hall, where a figure in armor sits slumped, lifeless, on a steel throne.

Heavy and expansive, the hush prickles at Neyo's skin, and he looks from the fire-bright glow of the long hall back to the black rush of the river, breath still coming rough and fast in his lungs. For a moment he’s tempted to retreat, to go back into the water, try to find some other way to the surface.

Windu will be looking for him, he thinks. It’s not a thought he would have had three months ago, when the GAR deployed, but—it’s the truth. Windu saw him go into the water, and that means Windu will look for him as long as the admirals allow. Neyo won't be left behind, abandoned on a Separatist world.

Strange. Jarring, to know that as simply as he knows how to breathe.

Grimacing, Neyo rubs a hand over his face, drags it over his wet hair and straightens deliberately. The hall is full of suits of armor and what look like powered-down droids, left standing against the walls like sentinels. There are holotables too, and a rack of spears that look impossibly old, and—

A body, half-hidden by the brazier. A body curled at the armored man’s feet, head resting right between his boots.

Something shivers down Neyo's spine, and he takes a step forward despite himself, drawn like there's a magnetic pull. The scene hits, resonates, hums through his bones as he stares at tattered, rough-spun robes gone grey with dust, an oddly preserved face with a fall of brown hair, a mark seared between the man’s brows. A Jedi, is his first thought, and he takes another step forward before he finally raises his gaze to the body in armor, slumped sideways in the throne.

This planet is an old one. People have lived here since the time of the Rakata, Windu said. It’s not even unusual to trip across some historical artefact, buried along a forgotten river. But something about this feels strange, Neyo thinks, and has to carefully draw a breath into lungs that feel tight, like awe or maybe fear is riding him. That prickle runs across his skin again, too much electricity, and he takes another step, then stops.

There's a lightsaber clipped to the man’s belt. The armored man, not the one in an approximation of Jedi robes. And there's a hand pressed, almost reverent, to the curve of rust-red armor, a flash of something crystalline beneath curled fingers.

For an instant, Neyo almost turns and runs. The river seems a safer choice, and he stares at the two men, at the tableau, at the devotion that’s so clear even so long after death, with something humming heady and fearful in his veins. The river is right there behind him, but—

He steps forward instead of back, moves down the long hall with careful, wary steps. Nothing moves, and the ancient tech is still, unresponsive. The bodies don’t move either, even though Neyo halfway expects them to. When he passes the brazier, the heat intense and almost painful, there's a shiver in the light, like the crystals flickered, but they don’t go dark, and Neyo casts them a glance but doesn’t hesitate as he sinks to one knee beside the man who might be a Jedi.

When he reaches out, the crystalline orb tucked beneath the dead man’s palm seems to move on its own, dropping right into his fingers—

A crackle. A surge, golden and blazing like a trapped sun, that crashes through Neyo's muscles and bones and stays, sinking barbed hooks into his flesh, his mind, his soul—

Neyo hits the ground, vision wavering, head spinning as he claws at bare stone, tries to pull himself up. The crystal is melting, pooling over his bare hand, dripping down his arm, and Neyo might be screaming, might be crying out for help or mercy or something else entirely.

And then, slow, deliberate, like he was just waiting for the right moment, the man on the throne turns his head. He looks down at Neyo, eyes glowing behind his blood-rust helmet, and pauses. One huge hand curls in the Jedi's brown hair, possessive, precise, and the man says, like it’s a revelation, “You have Taung blood.”

Neyo can't breathe, let alone answer, and the world is spinning dark and heavy again, too much for him to bear.

It doesn’t seem to matter. The man on the throne leans down, catching Neyo's chin, tipping his head, and then—

A rumble of sound, thick with humor and no little spiteful satisfaction. “More of our blood than most,” the man says, and lets go. Neyo struggles to rise, to get away, but his muscles won't answer, his body won't respond even as he fights the deadness of his limbs like a wild thing, furious and afraid.

“Like a spark,” the man says, and leans back, catching the limp arm of the other body, pulling. He drags the maybe-Jedi into his lap, sprawling back like the throne was made only for him, and tips his head, something pleased and pensive in the motion.

“Forge-fire,” he says, and it’s an order, a command that burns into Neyo's skin. He gasps, clawing at stone, but the world is darkening, the hall fading. The heat slides like liquid across his skin, heavy as water, and the crystal eating into his skin burns like acid—

“—Commander! Neyo!”

Shock jars Neyo awake, and he jerks up, over, coughing hard. There's water in his lungs, an ache in his chest like broken ribs, but there's a hand on his shoulder too, a body beside him. Warm cloth drapes over him, blocking out the chill of the air, and Neyo clutches at it, drags it closer around himself as he chokes and gags up what feels like half a river’s worth of water.

“Neyo,” Windu says, thick with relief, and there's a breath, a hand under Neyo's elbow. “Forgive me, but we have to go. There are droids on their way, and Ponds has a speeder waiting.”

Windu came for him. Even after enemy lines moved, Neyo thinks, and nods, forcing his eyes open. When Windu helps him up, he staggers, leans fully on Windu's strength for a moment as he reorients himself.

Just a strange dream, he thinks, even if he’s never dreamed like that before. Brass’s stories about hidden treasure and lost empires twisted up with the stress of hypothermia, and—

Crystal catches the sunlight, shivering, shimmering where it’s pockmarked across Neyo's skin like a spill of molten metal, and Neyo freezes, staring at it as his mind trips, trips, trips over the fact of its existence.

His blacks are dry, too. He’s coughing up water, but his blacks are perfectly dry.

“Commander?” Windu asks, concerned, and Neyo instantly pulls his sleeve down, hides the crystal beneath the drape of Windu's robe.

Clones get decommissioned for saying strange things. Neyo's made sure to never let himself slip outside of normal limits, has never shown emotion, has never indulged in the bits of rebellion clones use to define themselves. He’s been a good soldier.

One strange encounter in the dark won't change that. He won't let it.

“Just catching my breath, sir,” he says, and Windu nods, perfectly trusting, perfectly willing to believe him.

“I'm glad I found you,” he says, and it’s so honest that Neyo has to close his eyes and just…breathe for a moment.

He thinks of the possible Jedi on the ground beneath that huge Mandalorian's boots, the press of a lifeless hand to rust-red armor. Thinks of the word the Mandalorian used, the weight of his stare.

Taung, he’d said. Sparks and forge-fire.

It shivers through Neyo, hot like that hidden cavern, and he swallows hard, makes himself move forward as Windu helps him down the slope.

Just a dream, he thinks, pressing his fingers to the slickness of the crystal in his skin. And yet.

And yet.

[dapurinthos]

new padawan holopic day is the jedi temple version of school picture day. everyone agrees that the species with hair have it the worst because it's taken the day after they get that haircut. masters trade them like pokémon cards (i'll send you valenthyne farfalla, loden greatstorm, and oliviah zeveron in exchange for tarre vizsla).

depa billaba's collection is legendary. she has forty-seven imagecaster pucks filled with them, each one holding about four hundred (each holopic is approximately 15 seconds long and an imagecaster holds 100 minutes). she has more padawan holopics than there are current members of the order.

[plaindangan]

"Miu sucks at twerking", "Miu is an embarrassment", "miu is a pushover"

Miu had FUCKING ENOUGH! She has mega fat tits, golden brain and killer looks, money, and heck she’s probably the second strongest girl out of her class! It’s time those LOOSERS see her her as the TOP TIER PEAK OF WOMAN EVOLUTION she claims to be~ she’ll stop at nothing, even upgrading mechanically entirely or switching her dna somehow with her inventions. Time for the world to begin admiring, and jealousing the crude rude "biggest best bitch of the century!"

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It took her months to get this form. So much time burning the midnight oil to research how to alter her DNA! So many weeks trying to get a stable machine up and running! So many days studying and researching how to make herself PERFECT!!!!

...But she did it!

Miu fucking did it!!

She...she was now perfect!

So perfect that she called the worst person she knew of - Kokichi, obviously - over to her lab to not only witness her new form, but get him to be so enamored with her that he would be BEGGING to become her new toy~

Speaking of which...he should be sneaking in her lab now~

"Heeeeeeeeeey!! You rang? I hope this is worth it since my scheduled Miu bugging time isn't for another three hours!!" Kokichi said casually...though strangle the foul-mouthed braggart of an invetor wasn't there to lewdly boast about her next conquest. Yet, she was nowhere to be found. Well, nowhere except the main lab, which he hasn't walked into yet. Maybe she was there?

"Miuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Hey, hey, hey, silicone chest, you in here?!!" shouted Kokichi as he opened the door, but the room was pitch black. But, he did hear her voice.

"I'm in here...Kokichi~" Hm? Curious Kokichi walked inside...and was startled as the door immediately closed and locked behind him. Oh boy, he was in for it now. The lights came on - and in front of him was the 'New' Miu.

"How do I look, baby?~"

The immediate notice one would find with Miu was that she was towering over Kokichi at a solid 6"9 ft, not including the platform heels she was wearing as well. The second thing he would notice would be her eyes. Replacing her usual striking blue eyes were cybernetic ones with pink pupils looking deep within the supreme leader's soul. Those wouldn't be the only thing mechanical about her now, as his eyes would be glued to her arms - mostly since she was now holding and stroking his chin.

"Like what you see, ya little gremlin?~" Miu said softly. Despite being metallic, her hands felt as warm as an actual hand was. It's from this touching would Kokichi notice her arms...and how ripped they were. She looked as if she could bench press a car and be none the tired for it. But this was all small potatoes to the outfit she was wearing.

In this case, Miu was wearing a toga of sorts. If Kokichi had to guess it was to showcase her superiority was a 'goddess' now, or something (at least that what she was probably thinking). To be fair, she did at least have the look to warrant being called that downpat.

For instance, her boobs, her pride and joy, were very distracting now, having being expanded by some method of Miu to make them huge and sloshy with each small bit of movement she made. If he had to guess they were probably H-cups(?) but he doubted Miu cared for specifics beyond being 'bustier than every single woman on Earth'. The toga itself was struggling to contain the 'new load', with Kokichi getting a good look at her rack thanks to a heart shaped cleavage in the toga and, even then, her erect nipples were prominent at the front as well. Meaning, she also wasn't wearing a bra.

As his gaze went lower, Kokichi would see more of Miu's 'additions' to herself. Her newly form 12-pack that was very much showing from how tight the toga clung to her belly. Miu's strong, curvy, thighs that matched well with her new robo-arms and dense muscles. A big, ripe, juicy peach that could suffocate someone ten times over. That's not even getting into minor details such as her lips being plumped up as well. Or how her hair, now in a long pony tail, reached right to her ass and had a silver streak running down the middle. From fanged teeth, to a long, Genocider-like tongue fit wriggling in her mouth, all of this had Miu looking at Kokichi in pride and a manner of soft arrogance.

"Just admit it: The way I am now, there is nobody that can ever topple me. I am the golden standard of women now! Someone that you can't help but worship. Be amazed, little gremlin, since you are the first to ever witness my new form! Bask in it, and love it!! Give me the praise that I deserve, and I may even reward you. With. A. Night. Of. Fun...well. There's always a good chance you'd just get a kiss on the hand. But, hey, a kiss from me is still a million times better than those other whores!! Ohohohohohoho!!! So, what do you say?!!! Care to praise the new me?"

...

...

...

"Eeeeehhhhh, nah, I pass." said Kokichi flatly and turned on his heels to leave.

Something that had Miu absolutely flabbergasted. Running across to block his path, she looked down at the dictator and glared.

"What the fuck do you mean 'nah, I pass'?!!! Just look at me!!!! I'm absolutely gorgeous, you little shit!!! How can you just pass up on that?!!!!"

"Meh, not reaaaaaally my kinda style. Especially with all that modification you're doing. Just feels all fake, you know? Have fun roping in some other gooner or whatever." Kokichi said, skipping out towards the door further, only to be stopped by Miu again. Glaring down at him and smirking.

"Y-you don't realize your position, do ya?!! Do you really think I'll let your twink ass just waltz on out at me, just like that?!! Hahahahaaha...I'm getting that 'praise' from you one way or the other and there's nothing you can do about it!!!"

"...You sure about that?~" Kokichi asked, his face twisting from bored to sinister with a smirk. Hm? Slowly, Kokichi pulled down his pants...and Miu knew she was in trouble from two things.

His cock smelt incredibly damn musky that it took all of her systems to force Miu not to pass out yet. God, it reeked so much...but it smelt so good too? What would feel like with her new hands? What would it taste like with her new long tongue swirling on it and licking it clean? A-a-a-and....how good would it be to have that inside of her ass or even pussy?~

As for the second thing that had her in trouble, well, when Kokichi is flashing you an seven inch cock that was gradually pointing upwards at you, with a set of rather full balls with with creamy goodness...admittedly it was very hard not to fantasize about gurgling and fondling and fucking it until he was completely dr-...

...Oh, when did she drop her toga?

When did she wind up on her bed?

And when the Hell did Kokichi not only complete stripping naked, but was also mounting her?!!!

"What's the matter, I thought you wanted to be 'praised', I'm just gonna give you what you wanted!! Aren't you glad?!! Neeheeheehee!!" he giggled, and after a brief moment...Miu decided to cut her losses.

"Fuck it, just don't you dare pull out~"

"Your wish is my command~"

-

Plapplapplapplapplapplapplapplapplapplapplapplaplapplapplap!!!!!!

"FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCK!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!! ROUGHEEEEEEEER!! ROUGHEER, YA LITTLE GREMLIIIN!!! KNOCK UP THE GREATEST CYBORG ON EARTH!!!! THE MOTHER OF THE PERFECT SPAAAAWWWWNNN!!! DO! NOT! STOPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! A-A-AAAAAAAAAHHH!! THAT'S IT, THATS ITTTT! THAAAAATSSSSSSSS ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!"

"W-woowwwww, y-yyou reaaaaaallly gotten louder with the upgrades, huh?" Kokichi said, chuckling away. At the moment, he was currently mating pressing the shrieking, fuckhappy robot. By now the room smelled strongly of semen, sweat, and faintly of oil, but neither really cared at the moment. All that mattered was continuing to break this 'goddess' in, no matter how many rounds (they were currently on nine) it took.

No matter how much they overflow her aching, needy, holes with the 'attention' she craved for and thensome~

[rulimaquina]

Where have you been, Cain? Where have you been? Where's your brother?

[filthypen]

Kokichi and Shuichi. Both adorable little femboy studs, both with huge bubble boy butts and utterly massive cocks that put the rest of the school to shame~

So when the little gremlin himself passively bought up if his butt was better then Shuichi’s, I’m curious what the discussion between their girlfriends, Miu and Kaede respectively, looks like? 👀

''HAH! YOU WISH YOU FUCKING BITCH! MY LITTLE GREMLIM HAS A WAAAAAY FATTER ASS! COPE WITH IT!~~''

''Tch, YEAH! But sheer size is NOT enough! MY SHUBOY KNOWS HOW TO THROW IT BACK WAY BETTER THN YOUR PURPLE RAT!~''

Kaede and Miu were having a heated argument over whick of these FAT CAKED TWINKS was the most caked up... but don't think they are screaming because the anger, they just had to speak louder just to be able to hear each other while the two other boys were TWERKING LIKE THEIR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT!

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!~~

''K-Kokichi... w-we should leave before they actually get mad-''

''Aaaaaawww come on, Slutichi, just twerk and see the ladies go into catfight~~''

[karda]

boop doesnt even lok like a word anymore LOL

[femurs-vectivus]

Swtortober day 11: galaxy

Me, once again drawing an unrecognizable ulic? More likely than you think.

I like to imagine that on a lucky every few years the cloud cover over rhen var lifts and you can watch the glittering night sky.

[alphacomicsvol2]

Star Wars: Tales of the Jedi - Dark Lords of the Sith #1 Cover Art by Hugh Fleming

[archeo-starwars]

Heritage of the Sith [Star Wars Insider #88]

[iron-crakka]

I have a new favorite duo in star wars

(Source: Tales of the Jedi - Redemption 5)

[revanknightwoman]

I am huge star wars fan and hobbistic artist.

When i don't know what to draw,

I draw Sith Lords on Korriban or anything from star wars...

I have drawn a few(and more)fanarts with alcohol markers,

of my favorite dark lord of the sith, Exar Kun.

Hope you like it ;)@femurs-vectivus

[mayxthexforce]

@sithisms said:

"Dont look at me like that. I saved you from death and you glare at me like I'm the bad guy~"

[Ulic old republic war era]

The metallic taste of his own blood pooled against his tongue.

That Mandalorian had descended upon him like an omen of death. One moment, it was all quiet. The next, a jetpack coming to life just a couple feet above him and a beskar-tipped boot landing a solid kick against his face. It was a miracle his nose hadn't broken. Although he could already tell his jaw would resent him for weeks.

Ulic hit the ground and, in the couple seconds it took him to compose himself and thrust a tense hand forward, ready to crush the windpipe of his assailant, he realized that Kun had it under control. And yet, he didn't lower his hand right away. He could almost see the force, like translucent tendrils, stretching out towards Kun, trying to tempt him, playing with his ambition, his need to always be the best, the deep rooted fear of being looked down on for every little mistake. Getting caught off guard by a Mandalorian with a jetpack was more than a LITTLE mistake. Kill him, it told him, kill him or he'll kill you.

He was nowhere near regretting any of the things he had done and would continue to do. But as headstrong as he was, even he could admit that the dark side was —at time— a karking nuisance.

Ulic finally put his hand down.

"You're getting paranoid."

Was he talking to himself out loud or addressing his fellow Sith's words? Perhaps both. Ulic didn't dwell on that. There was just no time and he'd spent long enough —pathetically too long— on the ground. Instead, he rose to his feet and summoned his lightsaber back to his hand. Standing tall– not quite as tall as Kun, but still an imposing height; and surveying their surroundings, including above them —as he wouldn't make the same mistake twice—, for any signs of danger.

"Saved me from death? You underestimate me," he noted. "I could have handled it."

Stars, I sound like Cay.

He quickly forced the thought back down into the dark corner of his mind from whence it came. Ulic refused to think much about his younger brother, refusing to let the darkness that now inhabited him taint his memories of Cay. But every now and then, like that karking Mandalorian, the thoughts of his family descended upon him in what felt like a ruthless, premeditated attack.

And, just like with that Mandalorian, there was always Kun for him to focus on, and it made things more bearable.

"Let's keep moving," he breathed out. "There's never just one of them."

The subjugation of the clans was still a work in progress.

[plaindangan]

How did Kaede’s agent convinced her to dress like that for her new concert at Hope’s peak~? And more importantly how didn’t she realize it wasn’t her agent but kokichi on the phone

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Please, Kaede was able to figure it out from the first second that it was Kokichi.

(Well, more like she learned her lesson after she was duped the first time into doing a faux streaking event...sh-she was tired when she got the call, alright?!)

But, if there was one thing Kaede was if not a dedicated, compassionate, pianist and leader of her group...

She was a complete tease and perv, hence why she agreed so wholeheartedly. Was she risking a major wardrobe malfunction by agreeing to wear such a thing? By wearing a dress that was clearly too darn small to cover up her gargantuan, milk-filled, tits? That, if she risked bending even a little, she'd be flashing so many people of what clearly couldn't be contained again? By wearing a dress that her thighs naked to the outside world and even a bit of her belly chub? That had so many people fantasizing being between said thighs to be squished by them and pray to never wake up?

Oh, no shot, this was a risky career move in itself...but this Piano Freak didn't care~ Why care about some image when she can both play her piano to an even more riled up crowd, and show to the world how she was one of the sexiest Ultimates alive, at the same time?!!! It's a win-win from Kokichi that had her personally thank him later on...

By smothering that little twink in said dress, and between her sweaty boobs until he was deep into dreamland! Because even a reward from Kaede is still a punishment~

[dapurinthos]

sifo: we should pick a bland code name to use instead of sith. something greatly disliked so it would make sense that we're complaining about it. ari: dairy. milkmen. lactose. sifo: right. i call this meeting of the dairy defamation d ... can't think of a word. ari: dominion. division.

~planning the serenno arc chapters means i get to seed things now like the 'can clearly see that it is the depression when looking back, but not at the time' bits, like at the perlemian orbital facility gathering~

“I don't know,” I burst out, then flip my hood up over my head. If I can’t see them, they can’t see me. Everything feels wrong. A weight has fastened itself to me, a set of armour that impedes instead of protects. There's a shrieking, out-of-tune viol where the pegs have been twisted so far around that the strings are ready to snap like the negative reinforcement of an elastic band against my wrist each time a thought I don't want surfaces. He looks around and leads me off to the side, just beyond the entrance of a hallway that leads to the off-limits part of the station. It’s lined with fancy chairs that look more like sugar confections atop a cake than actual furniture. Master Si pulls one of the chairs over and sits in it, leaning forward until his head is on the same level as mine. “Hey, it's okay.” “No, it's not.” My throat constricts. “Then we'll make it okay, all right? Come here, breathe with me.” He cups my elbows and I rest my hands on the inside of his forearms, on the bracers he wears to keep his sleeves out of the way. They are more decorative than utilitarian, with elasticized lacing up the inside where the fabric of his sleeves bunches up. I clear my throat thrice and blink rapidly to clear my eyes. In for the count of three, hold for the count of seven, and then out for five. Again. And again. It takes a few more rounds than usual until the shrieking becomes more of a background hum. Still there, but quieted enough until it can be properly dealt with later. “Want a hug?” “Lean.” “No, I'm Sifo-Dyas,” he says like it's the pinnacle of wit, but straightens up in the chair so I can lean into his side. I swat his leg with the back of my hand like I've spotted a mosquito there. After a moment, I speak. “Come on, there are milkmen to stick pins into.” “Picked a particular poking pin?” “Illegitimacy of all milkmen claiming the title after the moon landing.”

[filthypen]

Kaede Akamatsu has a reputation as a Super friend, (She’s lying it’s actually Suck machine).

Her skills is unmatched and have left many and especially Shuichi exhausted yet satisfied

''Oh please! That is like, super rude! I am not like that Miu! I have some respect for myself!'' She said, pouting, all while she was overly protective at her door, and weirdly gulping a lot, herself and the door REEKED of a heavy, strong smell...

10 minutes earlier she was trying to suck Shuichi and Kokichi AT THE SAME TIME, with their HYPER LOUD NUTS surrounding her in a cum covered room~ She had a hard time swallowing the boys last loads, but she managed to take the two cocks inside her mounth and drink it all... ''W-well... maybe the claim is kinda right...~''