#sorry this turned out so long

[lowhowl]

@herogardn​ [ WHIRL ] 

    “ You . . . want to know about the wisps ? “

    It’s not the biggest surprise to Whisper- from what she understands, Whirl is from a totally different point in time, years ago before the Wisps had even been discovered. Whisper can’t even really recall where exactly she was when Wisps first arrived. Some of them simply decided to stay behind and explore the new planet they’d been introduced to, while everyone else went back home.

    Whisper rubs the back of her neck. She’s never really been one for explaining things. That requires... a lot more words than she’s used to- but she could always try. The corners of her mouth pull up, slightly.

    “ Wisps are aliens . “     “ A while back, the Doctor tried to do some usual evil plan stuff. I wouldn’t know about all that, I was still in school at the time . “     “ There are lots of different types - different colours - each with their own abilities . . . ”

    There’s a shuffling under her cloak, and a blue cube wisp floats out.

    “ Blue here is a cube wisp . They can turn into solid shapes with really high density . ”

[mienar]

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[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

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[mahou-goth]

hi howdy long time no freezerburn

[gotchibam]

Shiny Roaring Moon and Zoroark ko-fi doodle for nox!

[izzystizzys]

There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.

Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.

“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.

“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”

“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.

He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.

“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.

“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”

“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”

“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”

“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”

“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”

It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.

“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”

Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”

“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.

[raplinenthusiasts]

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[kasterarts]

Moving Forward. (Spoilers for YTTD up through 3-1b)

[baking-bugs]

Stop -- Hammer time !

[the-abe]

"Three, I think..." he said slowly, trying to think of simply a number and not of details. During his five years of dubious dealings, he had kept some slight interest in what happened back home, knew his father's new wife had three boys to replace him, and might as well have had more kids in the past six years. Life back there had been simpler and him being an only child once had been frowned upon. He turned away from this train of thoughts and looked up at her again. "What about you? Do you have any siblings?" he asked, wishing to turn the topic away from his own life and the silly slip-up of brothers he did not know.

"I like how the fruit smells," he simply said, another detail he preferred not to go into, not drinking wine as his way of following rules at least in a small way on this front. "Ha..." he huffed with a smile at her next remark, knowing that for the past month there had been a flurry of different people coming in and out on his days off when he could watch them who had tried to fix the apartment but had mostly just succeeded in taking down all the tile in both bathrooms and install half of the first, mainly the toilet since he needed that the most. The shower had broken and that had caused some shouting and more ruckus... "Maybe only for half a year more, I promise. With the tempo we're at it will be like a blink of an eye" he said it as a joke, her mood latching onto him more comfortably now that she had stopped giving off waves of worry, his lips tilted upward as he took another sip.

Taking the fork and knife, he took his time to answer as he sliced the meat. He knew most residents of this city seemed to have something extraordinary about them, a lot were not human at all, but that still felt strange to him, having had to hide who he was from everyone outside his pack for close to five years and then hiding in the shadows for four years after coming in this country. "Like you, yes," Ibrahim said at last after his first bite had been swallowed. He decided to go ahead and also spare her the need to explain it on her side. "I try to keep away from home on full moons," he added, the word werewolf not quite one he enjoyed.

“A few? Do we have a number?” She asked, suddenly realizing that was her chance to find out more about Abe, however subtly she could. Her neighbor was still very much a mystery to her, coming and going as he pleased, tall, handsome and secretive. It only just occurred to Amy that she might as well have invited a secret serial killer into her home. The tall and handsome part blinded her. However, if Ibrahim had any bad intentions whatsoever, he’d already gone through with it. Which he never did so, so far so good.

“The citrus fruits keeps it fresh.” She commented off-handedly, putting her glass down. “You don’t like it?” It was fine if he didn’t, she had her Sangria and he had his beer. “Oh wow, time flies.” She marveled, it felt like the Thompsons had sold the place only yesterday. She grinned then, deciding to tease him again. “Only when you do some construction work on the house. Which is all the time.” Her smile turned sweet almost immediately after, to let him know that she really did not mind. Thank the tall and handsome part for that. Who could yell to keep it down at that face? She briefly glanced at his plate too, seeing that he hadn’t tried anything yet. Maybe that was a good sign, maybe he just enjoyed their conversation a lot. She dug in however, to cover up for the awkwardness of that anxious expectation. “So, I think that in this town, this question is bound to happen sooner or later. So I’ll just get right to it and cross it off the list. Are you something other than human?” She was decidedly not subtle about that question.

[canisalbus]

So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.

I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)

Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.

Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.

The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.

Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.

Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.

Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.

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[kamabokobun]

A sculpture I made of my slug fakemon starter :]

[kiiingsnake]

commission for @cawsket

[the-katherine]

"Really? No shit, that's awesome," he said as he listened the explanation of the job. It sounded like something Tony could have done if they could keep their attention on learning an instrument. He could envision them in the chaotic nature that this sounded like. "Have you worked on any of the big songs?" he asked before nodding, thinking that actually sounded like a neat type of therapy. Or a personal one at least. "I can see that helping. To me it sounds better than talking it out, so hopefully it helps," Karter said, thinking now that synonyms wouldn't really mattter but keeping that to himself.

"Ah, that explains it. And honestly, even if you hadn't with the cold weather I don't wander around town so much so I could have definitely missed you even if you were out and about all the time," he joked. In summer and spring he did like to just throw his backpack on and walk around the city, see who he could meet or just bask in the sun. And being cold made that kind of hard and annoying. "I've honestly lived here 3/4ths of my life, if you need any tips, do let me know. Being restless has the benefit of knowing all the places. Maybe I can find you a place to finish solving the issues you could be having, parks get too crowded the warmer it gets."

Avery chuckles at that, "Well, I do work in the music industry, but I mostly deal with the melody arrangments, what sounds better what instrument should be put there, what kind of beat, I do help with lyrics, thats part of the job but mostly other people write them,but this," he points at the be notebook, "Its a type of therapy i'm trying, putting my feeling into a song," sometimes Avery wishes he was born with the same gift for writting words as he his dad, the man was really good, "And... I'm probably boring you and ruining the joke, sorry," he laughs. "Nice to meet you," he smiles. "Oh, yeah, I've been here for about a month and half, maybe?" He pulls a bit of a face, thinking how he's gonna explain the not wanting to go out due to his... Well, Wolf issues, "but I've been dealing with some stuff so, I've been keeping myself away...just trying to work some... Issues."

[artkaninchenbau]

REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE

[talaok]

I love your writing bestiee ok so you're dating Pedro, but you're not famous, there's an age gap between you, many people support you and think you're super cute, others make mean and nasty comments, one night you get insomnia (Pedro is sleeping) and decides to look at social media, and some disgusting comments about you and Pedro appear, you start to cry because you don't believe it and don't accept people talking about him in such a nasty way, but while you try to make as little noise as possible while you're crying, it's inevitable, Pedro wakes up and comes to you....

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: thank you bestie💖

One of the few times he was able to sleep, it was you who couldn't.

The curtains filtred the shallow lights of the streetlamps and cars from outside, but a flash of them still penetrated the room every few moments, each time distancing you from sleep an inch further, until inevitably, you were wide awake at three in the morning.

Pedro's left arm was wrapped around you, holding you close even in his sleep, his breath was fanning over your neck as his face hid in the crook of it. Your bodies had melted into one, holding onto each other even when not conscious, because that's how you liked it, because that's how much you loved each other.

And you did, god if you did, no matter what people said, thought, or wrote all over the internet, that's all that counted, the love 

as Pedro always put it: "As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

But today, today as you made the grave mistake of picking up your phone, of unplugging it from the outlet, of opening Instagram... today, in the cold of the night, out of reach from Pedro's sweet words, from his warm embrace... today what people said was hitting harder than usual.

You had slipped out of your boyfriend's grasp to walk to the living room, and god did you regret it as you now sat on the couch, tears streaking down your cheeks, while you tried muffling your own sobs with the palm of your hand.

you tried recalling what Pedro usually said, you tried mustering even a glimpse of the optimism, the tranquility that defined him, that made every negative comment about him, or you, not bother him in the slightest, but all your brain was able to do was re-read all those awful, awful comments out loud without giving you a chance to stop it, making it all worse... so much worse.

Because they weren't only insulting, it wasn't the usual "slut" or "whore" or "gold digger", no, no there were also comments that made fun of him, that called you both "pathetic" or even "disgusting"

What's disgusting about loving someone? In wanting to spend the rest of your life with them?

Why, just because of a few years of difference, did people feel the need to go and make assumptions, why's that?

And as the tears multiplied, as the sobs climbed faster up your throat, you didn't notice the steps coming from the bedroom until-

"Sweetheart?", a voice startled you from behind, freezing you in your spot, as Pedro inevitably rounded the couch to take a better look at you.

The moment your eyes met, the moment he saw the frown on your forehead, the glimmer in your red eyes, your wet cheeks, he was next to you, holding your hand, holding you in any way he could.

"what happened?"

And when you didn't answer, when you could only sniffle as you hid your face in his chest, sobbing and drenching his shirt, only then, did he see your phone, the app it was opened onto... all the dirty words staining your screen.

"baby" he cooed, petting your hair, begging you to look up at him "you can't let them get to you" he murmured "Who cares what they think, we know the truth, that's all that matters"

"I-I know-" your trembling voice made its way to him as you slowly raised your head "I just- it's just-"

that's all you could stutter before you were bawling again, holding onto him for dear life as he stroked your back and gently kissed the crown of your head.

"oh sugar" he cooed, "It's all alright, everything is fine" he whispered "'m here, I'm not going anywhere"

It took a long time for your breathing to even enough for you to find his eyes again.

"sweetheart you're the most amazing woman to ever exist, whatever it is they said, I promise you, they're just jealous"

"n-no it's not what they said about me" you shook your head, wiping away a leftover tear "It's what they said about us"

His eyes closed for a moment as he sighed 

"let them say what they want baby, who cares?" he forced a smile to try and cheer you up "Sweetheart, I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life" he promised "I love you more than anything on this earth"

"me too" you were quick to reply

"yeah, see? then let them say whatever they want sweetheart, because what matters is that I have you." he murmured "that I'm lucky enough to be with you. and it doesn't matter what they say, because as long as I have you, nothing else matters, the world could collapse and you, baby, would still be the only thing on my mind"

"Pedro..." your lips trembled as your eyes wet again, for a whole different reason this time

"I'm serious" he promised, taking your hands in his "I love you, sweetheart, and as long as I'm with you, nothing else matters"

And as always, he had made it all better

"you're right"

"I know I am" he smiled, stroking your cheek "Now c'mere, let's get back to bed"