#thrawn shrine

[seth-lael]

My own little shrine for my blue man

[purringysalamiri]

relocated my shrine

[diabolicallywhimsical]

Thrawn shrine update!! New plushie from Soft Soap Factories!

[groovygrayvy]

Good news to anyone interested in creating a thrawn shrine!! The thrainting is available in my shiny brand new inprnt shop🙈🙈

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

"For the next three weeks Eric Marshall seemed to himself to be living two lives, as distinct from each other as if he possessed a double personality. In one, he taught the Lindsay district school diligently and painstakingly; solved problems; argued on theology with Robert Williamson; called at the homes of his pupils and took tea in state with their parents; went to a rustic dance or two and played havoc, all unwittingly, with the hearts of the Lindsay maidens."

Okay, so he is still putting in the bare minimum effort with the rest of his life. Fair enough! I am wildly curious about the 'argued theology with Robert Williamson' bit though. That comes out of nowhere. Is 'argued theology' just what LMM reaches for when she wants people to be having interesting discussions?

"Here every evening he met Kilmeny; in that old orchard they garnered hours of quiet happiness together; together they went wandering in the fair fields of old romance; together they read many books and talked of many things; and, when they were tired of all else, Kilmeny played to him and the old orchard echoed with her lovely, fantastic melodies."

Look, I know montages exist for a reason, but gosh it would be nice if we saw any of this. You can't just say your characters got to know each other and have chemistry, you have to actually show us it happening.

I think this is an artifact of LMM's inexperience as a writer, actually. Again, I am girl who has only ever read The Blue Castle, but by the time she was writing TBC she had become much, much better at writing montage. The montages there are done in snippets and images. Tiny excerpts of adventures or conversations stitched together into a tapestry of an unfurling relationship. We're not just told that Barney and Valancy are comfortable and happy with each other, we're shown a dozen moments of them being delighted by each other. A more experienced Maud could absolutely have taken the above excerpt and turned it into half a chapter at least of description of Eric and Kilmeny's growing relationship.

Not her fault though. We all start somewhere!

Shame it had to be here though:

"She was never in the same mood twice. Now she was grave, now gay, now stately, now pensive. But she was always charming. Thrawn and twisted the old Gordon stock might be, but it had at least this one offshoot of perfect grace and symmetry. Her mind and heart, utterly unspoiled of the world, were as beautiful as her face. All the ugliness of existence had passed her by, shrined in her double solitude of upbringing and muteness."

1- There are only so many moods a person can have, especially if we assume Kilmeny doesn't get to have any of the ugly ones like anger and sadness and fear. This could just as easily have been rendered, "Kilmeny's mood changed by the day. Some evenings she was grave, others gay, pensive and stately each in their turn. Eric found himself charmed by each of them." Still not great, but just a tiny bit more humanizing and real.

2- Eric... doesn't know the Gordons. He has laid eyes on Thomas Gordon like twice and never spoken to him. He has never so much as seen Janet Gordon. What is this nonsense about their stock being ~twisted~? (I mean, I know what it is, but what it is is gross and I refuse to legitimize it.)

3- Kilmeny can communicate perfectly well. Her solitude is purely the result of upbringing. She is friendly and loving; if she'd been allowed into the community she would have so many friends, muteness or no.

"In manner and outlook she was still a child. Yet now and again she was as old as Eve. An expression would leap into her laughing face, a subtle meaning reveal itself in her smile, that held all the lore of womanhood and all the wisdom of the ages."

I'm sorry, we have reached 'Victor Hugo rhapsodizes about the womanly mysteries of being 15' levels of nonsense. This is literally meaningless. ~the lore of womanhood and all the wisdom of the ages~. Please.

"Her way of smiling enchanted him. The smile always began far down in her eyes and flowed outward to her face like a sparkling brook stealing out of shadow into sunshine."

This is also mostly meaningless, but at least it's nice. Again, LMM is clearly early in her career and hasn't quite figured out how to manage her prose yet.

"Of Neil, she wrote frequently at first, and seemed very fond of him. Later she ceased to mention him. Perhaps—for she was marvellously quick to catch and interpret every fleeting change of expression in his voice and face—she discerned what Eric did not know himself—that his eyes clouded and grew moody at the mention of Neil’s name."

Translation: she realized that her second friend in the entire world didn't like her talking about her first friend and so stopped doing so. We get the sense that Kilmeny is very used to molding herself to her family's expectations, so what's one more eggshell to tiptoe over? Margaret got explosively angry, Neil apparently gets explosively angry -- assuming we can trust Robert Williamson's account -- so why would she not expect Eric to also get explosively angry when she says something wrong?

So Eric brings her books, at her request, but he seems to be bringing her books that he wants her to read, not ones she requests. If they have a conversation about what kind of books she'd like, it happens offscreen. We know that she likes poetry, but she never seems to get the option to request, say, books about nature or science or history if she wants them. It's all poetry and novels from Eric. Which she does seem to like, but she still has no agency here. She learns only what her gatekeepers to the outside world allow her to learn, no more.

“No,” said Eric—honestly, as he thought, “but every one has an ideal of love whom he hopes to meet some day—‘the ideal woman of a young man’s dream.’ I suppose I have mine, in some sealed, secret chamber of my heart.”

Queer awakening Eric has re-entered the chat! 'I promise I do like girls, really, I'm just waiting for the magical, perfect one that even I couldn't describe if you asked me to. I'll know her when I see her, honest! No, none of these actual women are doing it for me, why do you ask?'

" A new book, savouring of the shop and market-place, however beautiful it might be, would not do for you. This was one of my mother’s books."

Again, Kilmeny doesn't get to learn new things or explore on her own. She is bound by what others think she should be. What if she wants to read new books? What if she wants to find out about scientific discoveries and modern fashion and any number of other things? But she can't, because Kilmeny isn't her own person, she's an extension of first her mother and now, slowly, Eric's mother. She can't exist in the present because she is lashed to two dead women who will never experience it.

So Eric reads Kilmeny a love story and confirms to her that he could only love a beautiful woman. She then refuses the book and says this:

“Do not be offended with me. I shall not need anything to make me remember you because I can never forget you. But I would rather not take the book. I do not want to read it again. It is about love, and there is no use in my learning about love, even if it is all you say. Nobody will ever love me. I am too ugly.”

So this is Kilmeny's deep fear. Unlike literally everyone else in her life, she is not particularly upset by her disability and she doesn't think it holds her back in life. Instead, she thinks she is physically ugly. This, to her, is the worst possible thing and the reason why she doesn't want to leave her family's property and see the world. And now Eric, her one tie to the outside world, has confirmed for her that she is right -- beauty is the most important thing she can have, and the fact that she is ugly means that no one will ever love her and there's no point even trying.

" Mother told me that I was very ugly and that nobody would ever like to look at me." Hard yikes.

So Margaret broke all the mirrors in the house when Kilmeny was born, and I guess Thomas and Janet and Neil are fine with never having mirrors to do their hair or shave with. Kilmeny has seen her reflection only in spoons and silver bowls -- rounded objects that distort her face and make her believe that she really is ugly. And not just plain -- no one says the word deformed, but clearly that is the intended message. She thinks she is Quasimodo or the Phantom of the Opera: so impossibly hideous that the only thing she can do is hide herself away forever to spare the world the pain of seeing her.

And, of course, she is so objectively, earth-shatteringly beautiful that every person she meets can't help staring at her and confirming her fears. Of course.

Also I think Neil has a crush on her and I hate it: " Even Neil does. He tells me I am kind and nice, but one day I asked him if he thought me very ugly, and he looked away and would not speak, so I knew what he thought about it, too."

"Eric had met Neil Gordon a few evenings before this, at a country dance where Neil had played the violin for the dancers. Influenced by curiosity he had sought the lad’s acquaintance. Neil was friendly and talkative at first; but at the first hint concerning the Gordons which Eric threw out skilfully his face and manner changed. He looked secretive and suspicious, almost sinister. A sullen look crept into his big black eyes and he drew his bow across the violin strings with a discordant screech, as if to terminate the conversation. Plainly nothing was to be found out from him about Kilmeny and her grim guardians."

Look, clearly this is LMM setting Neil up as ~suspicious~ and as having bad intentions, but let's think about this from a Watsonian perspective, shall we? Neil lives in a village where everyone has been abusively racist to him his entire life. He was bullied in school, no one trusts him, he doesn't seem to have personal friends. He isn't even at the dance socially, he is providing the music. The only time people seek out his company is to pump him for information about his cousin Kilmeny. Kilmeny is young, vulnerable, trusting, and disabled. This is not a community that, in Neil's experience, treats people whom they consider to be Other well at all. Why would he not assume the worst? 'No, you don't get to know anything at all about my cousin, who is kinder and better than all of you put together. Get lost.'

[thrawn-hub]

Got these bad boys at a con today too. Absolutely stoked about this. Another thing to add to my thrawn shrine

[starlightrows]

Welcome back to Krax Watches! We all know what day is! It’s Ahsoka time baby!

Episode 1

Oooh scrolling text with ship passing through space opening!! The nostalgia!!!

“You’ve got the bridge” and the captains chair is giving Star Trek

I smell deception, and your hood looks like it came from Space Spirit Halloween

This set design is making me emotional. A New Hope vibes

I liked the antagonist lead in

The Master and The Apprentice, strong first title I hope it’s a double meaning to these villains and Ahsoka and Anakin

Ahsoka!!!! Girl I missed you!!!

I still wish they had done more/better with her montrals and lekku, but I’m kinda over that now

These remind me of the stones from The 5th Element… or a Zelda shrine puzzle

Are these carvings the witches of Dathomir?

That is the map from Treasure Planet

Why is the droid just waiting? Why didn’t it try to jump her while she was in the shrine pit?

I loved that she didn’t just go in for it with the droids! That is absolutely an Ahsoka move to be creative about it!

And sprinting to catch up with a ship! She’s gutsy!

Oh my god wait! Hyang! Is this the droid that helped the lil baby Jedi build light sabers?!

Fulcrum!!!

MOM!!!!! HERA!!!!

Why do Ahsoka and Sabine have beef? Did I forget something from Rebels?

The governor of Lothal looks like the sith bad guy

This is so fucking awkward

She is going to jump that ship

I stand corrected, that was way cooler

Lothal actually looks like it was really well done

Loth cat

Bitch why did you just leave your door wide open?

Ezra :(

Loth wolf on the wall behind her

This apprentice looks like the Negroni Sbagliato actor

Ooooooh I was right! But I was anticipating that she was a descendant of the night sisters

Blondie has a padawan braid….

Sabine has all of Ezra’s helmets he collected 🥲

I just realized the reason they probably have beef is because Ahsoka stopped actively searching for Ezra… that’s why guess

Woooooowwww a planet full of witches called Arana… how very DND

Am I forgetting things? Sabine can use the force? Was this a thing in Rebels?

I am not loving this animosity between Ahsoka and Sabine… especially if it’s because Ahsoka was trying to train her to be a Jedi and it didn’t work out. Sabine doesn’t need a Jedi/Force weilding character element

Listen, I know Sabine had to take the nap because she’s angsty and also the plot needs to further. But still.

“She did a thing when I explicitly told her not to” … yeah I’m sure you also did that shit too in your youth

It literally is the map from Treasure Planet

There is something about the pew pews and light saber zaps that just speak to my soul

Oh my god I was not expecting to watch Sabine get fucking SKEWERED

Episode 2

I’m glad they didn’t do the waking up in a bacta tank thing for Sabine

Space Stonehenge

That is an extremely narrow hospital bed

Hera’s worried mom face!

Hmmmmmmm did Ahsoka refuse to train Grogu because things went poorly with Sabine?

How old is Ahsoka supposed to be? Rebels took place 14 years post Order 66, Ahsoka would have been 17. So 30’s in Rebels. But I have no idea how long it’s been since then.

Thrawn is…. calling to her? Was Thrawn a force user?

CHOPPER!!!!

Wasn’t Ezra’s light saber blue? I can’t remember

Butt hurt is not a good look for Sabine

I love Hyang

Sassy Hera wins every day of the week

Damn those Space nazi’s

What is that helmet the bad guy is wearing?

Ahsoka stepping aside so the boomerang light sabers didn’t get her was cool, it would have been cooler if she stopped it’s trajectory and she snatched it

Mandalorian armor is just so god damn cool

She’s gonna have a perfect pixie cut or a bob in the next seen after she just gave herself a janky Mulan style single cut

It took me a second to realize that there are three bad guys. Who is under that helmet????

[lbelleofficial]

THIS LOOKS FUN TY @average-book-enjoyer

Not quite sure who to @ but uhhh if you wanna do it, DO IT

new tag game, because I can

no pressure tags:

@red-velvet-0w0 @nyxisagod @lynx-brynjar @encryptidarchivist @justbugsnstuff

@justanotherenbyhere +Anyone else

[amukmuk]

Divide and Conquer

Relief. It washes over Thunhe as she crosses the threshold to the apartment, duffle slung over her shoulder and sandwiched between her dads. After…everything, they have been inseparable, but also within her line of sight at all times. For the rest of their court-martialed month, they found an excuse to meet her for at least one meal a day and if not that, one of them would join her for a nightly jog. It was nice, though definitely hilarious to watch Thrawn and his impossibly long legs try to slow his pace to keep with her leisurely jog.

Da flips on the lights in the kitchen and looks at the immaculate space. Dust particles float through the air, and her stomach churns. Everything is just as they left it—they did a deep clean before they deployed—but it feels almost like a shrine to a life they had before.

“So,” he says. “What’re we ordering for dinner tonight?”

“Noodles,” Thunhe says and Thrawn nods in agreement.

Da unclips his questis from his belt. “I’ll take care of ordering, you two get comfortable and decide what we’re doing for the rest of the night.”

“Yes, sir,” Thunhe gives him a lazy salute and follows Thrawn down the hall to their respective bedrooms.

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1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

[screams in exchange fic]

So my biggest projects right now I'm not allowed to talk about for a while, but I'm looking forward to when I can. Otherwise... I've got way too many projects going on to give a succinct account of, but my most recent project that isn't pornography is some nice angsty accidental child acquisition set during Thrawn: Alliances where Che'ri loses her more recent memories during the mission to Mokivj and thus Thrawn, Anakin, and Padme are all freaking the fuck out about it for different reasons. Everything to do with Che'ri gets me really emotional and I'm hoping to deal with more of the clash of values that book touches on with the use of child navigators within the Ascendancy and the fact that both Padme and Anakin have had their own super painful age-inappropriate experiences within their own societies. And also just to write about Che'ri, who I love a lot but is the kind of character I seldom get to write.

4: Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Oh my god, I went to AO3 to pull a snippet of a Caesar/Brutus fic I thought for sure I'd posted only to realize it exists only in my WIPs folder. So that's another current project, I guess, since I refuse to resign anything to the permanently unfinished category and this one is actually most of the way there if not for running aground on a different way to write the aftermath of the battle of Pharsalus. This part is from ~9 years before Pharsalus though.

When Brutus turns back, the slave who led him in has made himself scarce, and so the path of retreat is barred to him. At night all the halls and doorways look the same, all curtained up against the damp. One cannot even surprise Caesar by night without finding him at work on some new mischief. A stylus rests against its tablet as if interrupted mid-line. Caesar’s secretary, a tall and nervous fellow, stands waiting for dismissal with his back to the wall. Caesar gestures for him to go, and to take his case of documents with him.

Brutus has never penetrated so far into Caesar’s private residence — past the tastefully furnished atrium and the family shrine, here to this inner place where the consul deliberates with his intimate friends. He half expects to turn around and find Pompey himself there with a winecup in hand, looking disapproving. Outside, the rainstorm continues — lashing down to rinse the streets in muddy torrents. The muffled sound of it carries even here, to this comfortable chamber with its writing-desks and its maps and tokens spread out for review.

Caesar is in the middle of reckoning his household accounts — no doubt he is taking stock of what Publius Vatinius has given him. On the table in the corner is a water-clock, running away, and the remnants of a light supper. You’d think all this sordid business would give a man indigestion. It occurs to Brutus that this is no doubt where Caesar sleeps, whenever he sleeps alone.

motherfucking ancient roman domestic interiors

5: What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Man idk, maybe Holland March. Sad clown hive rise.

I feel like I so seldom get to write goofy disasters but I really love it when I do and I miss writing for The Nice Guys something fierce.

11: What do you envy in other writers?

Many many things, but especially the ability to plot and pace a story out in a longer format. I'm working on building up the skills to make that easier for me but I'm friends with some incredibly talented and prolific writers and I live in a state of perpetual agony.

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Nosaurians

The Nosaurians were native to New Plympto, a verdant jungle planet on the outskirts of the Corellian sector near the border with the Deep Core. Although they themselves had little interest in questions of their own evolutionary origins, xenobiologists speculated that the species' forebears were predators who, like many carnivores on the world, used their luminescent mouths to attract prey such as insects. After evolving sentience, the Nosaurians organized themselves into competing clans and eventually city-states.

As early as 27,500 BBY, the Nosaurians had contact with the nearby Corellians, and at least one member of the species had left his homeworld and joined the galactic community by 25,000 BBY. However, not until about 10,000 years before the rise of the Galactic Empire did the species have regular relations with offworlders. These early visitors, traders from Corellia, visited the world and made contact. The Corellians named the Nosaurian homeworld after the Plympto system, a minor reach on the Corellian Trade Spine hyperlane. New Plympto itself became a part of that trade route, located on it between the planets Jumus and Duro, and Nosaurians spread along the trade lanes of the Corellian sector. Nevertheless, the world was only marginally integrated into galactic society, being far off the path of most visitors to the Core.

With the introduction of galactic technology and trade came the Nosaurians' entrée into galactic government. Although the species joined the Galactic Republic, their debut began what would be a long chain of events that the Nosaurians interpreted as marginalization at the hands of Humans. For one, the world was placed under representation of the senator from the Corellian sector. When the Nosaurians petitioned the Republic for a representative from their own species, their request was denied. Second, the Republic chose to build its New Plympto consulate on the world's only natural satellite, Karsten Moon, rather than on the world itself. The world became caught up in galactic conflicts, falling briefly to Darth Revan's Sith Empire from 3959 to 3956 BBY, but remaining part of Republic space during the New Sith Wars of 1004–1000 BBY.

Meanwhile, the Corellians seemed more eager to exploit New Plympto's resources, scant as they were, than to help develop its infrastructure and people; most Corellian investment into the world was limited to the purchase of the spice ji rikknit. The Nosaurian economy became increasingly dependent on the export of rikknit eggs and ji rikknit, and for centuries, this served as the only real engine of economic development. Some Nosaurian clans and city-states grew their wealth by participating in the trade, but Corellians rather than Nosaurians were the major beneficiaries of the industry. Unsustainable harvesting practices depressed the population of rikknits on the world, and by the administration of Republic Supreme Chancellor Finis Valorum, the impending extinction of the rikknit threatened the entire trade. Attempts to breed the crustaceans in captivity failed. Things came to a head when environmentalists pressured the Republic to outlaw the rikknit trade or, worse, took to sabotaging shipments and infrastructure. At one point, for example, the Ho'Din environmentalist Maki Salak attempted to poison a stash of ji rikknit before it could be shipped from Karsten Moon. Chancellor Valorum sided with the environmentalists; he approved a law that made rikknits a protected species, outlawed ji rikknit, forbade the export of rikknit eggs—and effectively turned almost all of New Plympto's Nosaurian population into criminals. New Plympto fell into a depression, and the Nosaurians pointed their fingers at the Republic and its invasive laws as the source of their troubles. Hundreds of thousands of Nosaurians fled their homeworld and settled on other Core Worlds.

In 24 BBY, the Nosaurians were caught up in a chain of events that would alter their society drastically. In what came to be known as the Separatist Crisis, the rogue Count Dooku and his allies declared a Confederacy of Independent Systems (CIS), a government free and separate from the Galactic Republic. The CIS offered New Plympto membership and promised to recognize the legality of the rikknit trade. The Nosaurians saw little choice. They seceded from the Republic and declared themselves members of Dooku's new coalition.

When the Republic refused to recognize the Confederacy and the secession of its member worlds, the Clone Wars were officially declared. A hostile contingent of Republic clone troopers landed on New Plympto, led by a Jedi Master named Dass Jennir. Meanwhile, the Separatists bolstered the Nosaurian forces with battle droids. Nosaurian forces put up a stiff resistance to Jennir and his clone troopers in confrontations such as the Battle of New Plympto in 19 BBY, and his campaign against them led many Nosaurians to develop a hatred of the Jedi.

The war was ongoing when Palpatine declared himself Emperor and enacted the New Order in 19 BBY. After the defeat of the Confederacy, things grew worse: Palpatine turned his eye toward retribution against the Nosaurians for siding with the Separatists. The Nosaurians kept up their guerrilla war against the Republic-cum-Empire. Their former enemy, Dass Jennir, switched his allegiances when he found himself targeted by his former soldiers, the clone troopers. Without their droid allies, however, the Nosaurian resistance was a much weakened force. The Empire dispatched a brigade of clone troopers from the 501st Legion to crush them once and for all, and the Nosaurians and their Jedi ally knew theirs was a lost cause. In a last stand against the 501st, the Battle of Half-Axe Pass, the Nosaurian Commander Rootrock and his forces were wiped out. Nosaurian fighters who surrendered were summarily killed, while refugees trying to flee the world—mostly women and children—were rounded up and sold into slavery on Orvax IV. Despite his own misgivings about their enslavement, Darth Vader visited New Plympto to oversee the conquered planet.

Citing the species' "primitive" level of development and "undistinguished" culture, the Imperial Procurator of Justice added New Plympto to a list of "expendable" alien homeworlds and thus opened the door for the Empire to legally enter the world and extract any useful resources by force without concern for the native population. The Empire seized the world's money-making enterprises, razed entire city blocks in Phemiss to make way for more "orderly" construction, and commandeered the rikknit trade. It also continued to round up and sell countless Nosaurians as slaves, an example to other would-be opponents of the New Order. Those Nosaurians who had been offworld during the wars grew disillusioned when they felt pro-Human bias in the Core Worlds and the galactic government intensify.

The Nosaurians did not just lay down; in 1 BBY, they rose up against their Imperial overlords. The resistance organized and rallied behind the one-eyed General Fefar Blackeye. His forces employed guerrilla tactics and harassed the Imperials for two years in a vicious campaign. In 1 ABY, Blackeye found himself hemmed in by Imperial forces. At sundown, his sun-singing brays betrayed his location. He was captured, shipped to Coruscant, and placed in a cage at the zoo with a group of non-sentient primates. He lasted for six months before killing himself. Back on New Plympto, the resistance crumbled without him.

When the Empire fell at the Battle of Endor in 4 ABY and the New Republic was formed, New Plympto was once again able to communicate with the outside galaxy. News of General Blackeye's fate reached the species and strengthened their anger and resentment toward the Humans who seemed perpetually in charge of galactic affairs. The Nosaurians rejected overtures to join the new government, seeing little difference between the Humans of the New Republic and those who had come before. The world entered a period of isolationism during which the Nosaurians attempted to repair their devastated economy. Nevertheless, the world fell within Grand Admiral Thrawn's sphere of influence during the Thrawn campaign of 9 ABY.

In 18 ABY, the Corellian sector planet of Sacorria declared itself independent of the New Republic. New Plympto threw its allegiance behind the First Corellian Insurrection, and the New Republic declared war. The rebellion faltered and failed, and the Nosaurians once again found themselves on their own. With reluctance, they finally agreed to join the New Republic out of economic desperation. The New Republic enacted programs to rehabilitate the planet and its economy, which was still reeling from the Imperial occupation. Nevertheless, Nosaurian attitudes toward Humans barely budged. In 23 ABY, the world seceded once again to join the alien-friendly Diversity Alliance of the Twi'lek Nolaa Tarkona. Thousands of Nosaurian fighters joined the Diversity Alliance's armed forces to defend it against the New Republic before the Diversity Alliance was defeated.

In 26 ABY, shortly after the fall of neighboring Duro, New Plympto once again came under attack, this time from extragalactic beings known as Yuuzhan Vong. Many Nosaurians died in the initial invasion, and the world's defenses crumbled. The alien invaders used the world as an advance base for further incursions into the Corellian sector.

Like history repeating itself, the Nosaurians put up a stiff resistance. The Twi'lek Jedi sisters Alema and Numa Rar traveled to the world and helped lead the campaign. The resistance demolished Yuuzhan Vong biohatcheries, Shaper damuteks, and religious shrines, and received additional support from the New Republic; Kyp Durron, for example, ran supplies to the Nosaurian fighters, and spacers worked to smuggle Nosaurian refugees off the planet. After a year of unremitting harassment and disruption, the Yuuzhan Vong abandoned New Plympto in 27 ABY. They did not leave quietly, however, and unleashed a viral plague upon the planet that reduced almost 7 million Nosaurians into liquid goo and left the world unable to sustain life. The Rar sisters happened to be offworld at the time with a few thousand refugees escaping aboard ore freighters.

After the defeat of the Yuuzhan Vong in 29 ABY, the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances—the reconstituted New Republic—quarantined New Plympto. Decontamination experts visited the world and found nothing but a sea of liquefied, jelly-like biomass as deep as a Human's ankle. With no homeworld to go back to, Nosaurian refugees were resettled by the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances. New Plympto was later declared a memorial, along with other planets devastated by the war, such as Barab I and Ithor.

Among friends, Nosaurians were perceived as cool-headed and congenial. To outsiders, however, they were known to disdain Humans—and, to a lesser extent, other species—for what the reptilians considered a history of mistreatment. This attitude began in the days of the Old Republic and festered and deepened under the regime of the Galactic Empire. By the time the Yuuzhan Vong War broke out in 25 ABY, Nosaurians still had a reputation for surliness and hotheadedness from outsiders. The despoliation of their planet during that conflict deepened this sullen humor and plunged many Nosaurians into a miasma of hopelessness and dismay.

Nosaurians tended to live in the mossy, coastal swamps of their homeworld. Their population fluctuated with the times. New Plympto was home to some one billion Nosaurians in the days of the Old Republic, but this number dropped to a mere 20 million after the Clone Wars. Under Imperial occupation, the numbers fell to 7 million.

The species was divided into clans. Some of these lived in isolated villages, while others banded together to create city-states, the highest form of government on the world. The city of Phemiss was considered the planetary capital. Nosaurian cities featured domed, earthen homes with rounded entrances and window-bearing turrets. These buildings were typically amassed into rings that centered on a shared courtyard used for communal feasting and child-rearing. Although these arrangements made Nosaurian cities feel disorganized and difficult to navigate to offworlders, Humans made up 4% of New Plympto's population, and most cities featured offworlder districts that followed a layout more familiar to non-Nosaurians.

The Nosaurians relied on outside traders for much of their food, communications gear, high technology, and weapons. In exchange, they offered simple products and their world's major export, the eggs and ovum sacs of a native species of crustacean known as the rikknit. These eggs were a component in the production of several intoxicating substances, including the spice known as ji rikknit.

Upon molting his or her down feathers, a Nosaurian typically apprenticed to a master from his or her clan for a few years to learn a trade. Many Nosaurians took up mundane vocations such as candlemaking, fishing, or piloting local transports known as swoopshaws. Others took darker-tinged occupations such as raiding. A few Nosaurians were clanless, and thus outcasts in Nosaurian society. Xant Flashheel, for example, operated from Phemiss and took risky jobs to make ends meet. Many others relied on the rikknit trade or rikknit hunting for their living. Rikknit harvesters became experts at arboreal locomotion, climbing trees using crampons known as tree-claws and brachiating to get into position. They then spread a net a few meters below a rikknit nest. Bracing themselves in place, the hunters used a sharp harvest blade to cut the food caches and slit the ovum sac of the rikknit above. When done properly, this harvesting did not kill the animal. Nevertheless, rikknits could and did fight back, so rikknit harvesters learned to fight skillfully despite the staggering heights, bracing themselves against the tree bark with their foot claws. Their harvest tools doubled as deadly weapons, and even a few non-Nosaurians used them for combat purposes. Some Nosaurian harvesters worked illegally; Glarc Leapfar was one of the more successful rikknit poachers and the leader of a group who operated in a forest called the Hajial Chase; nevertheless, his group made efforts to harvest rikknit eggs sustainably.

Marriages were monogamous and typically arranged by the partners' clans. Young males sparred with one another in public bouts of head-butting to prove their physical prowess and, they hoped, their desirability to the clans of unmarried females. Members of the species could form fierce bonds with their mates and their families; the Nosaurian Bomo Greenbark traveled to three different worlds to track down his wife and daughter, who had been sold into slavery after the Empire took control of New Plympto.

Nosaurians were proud of their culture and conscious to keep their old ways alive. They were not afraid to fight to protect that which they valued and could be determined combatants when provoked. A Nosaurian could turn claws, horns, and teeth against an adversary, and young males were known to cross horns with rivals in a skull-bashing display of dispute resolution. In times of war, Nosaurian forces employed everything from simple axes, force pikes, knives, and polearms to advanced blasters. Their armies used guerrilla tactics: they kept to jungles, subsisted on locally available substances like nectar, communicated silently over long distances using mouth flashes, and set up only temporary camps of dome-like tents. They were not beyond torturing prisoners of war.

The Nosaurian voice was typically high-pitched and twittering, and spoken Nosaurian sounded like a chorus of musical hisses, trills, tweets, and warbles. Nevertheless, their vocal tone dropped into bass, coarse honks, and woofs when angry, disturbed, or upset. The written form of the language employed two separate alphabets that could be used in conjunction and relied on metaphors and imagery related to nature, the seasons, and the weather. Nosaurian morphology allowed the species to speak Basic; most Nosaurians knew the language, but preferred to avoid it due to its Human associations. A typical Nosaurian had both a personal name and a clan name. Personal names tended to be non-Basic terms, such as the masculine names Bomo, Clegg, Fefar, and Moco; and the feminine names Mesa and Resa. Clan names, on the other hand, were often compounds of two Basic terms. Examples included Blackeye, Farlock, Flashblade, Fishgather, Greenbark, Holdfast, Leafhorn, Leapfar, Limbfree, Minkfruit, Riverwander, Rootrock, Seawatcher, Sunsinger, and Tallmeadow.

Nosaurians retained an ingrained trait from their evolutionary past. When on their homeworld, twilight triggered the overwhelming urge to "sing down the sun." Although the compulsion could be resisted, most Nosaurians brayed as loud as they could as day turned to night. The behavior was so ingrained that Nosaurians went through the nightly ritual even when indoors or out of sight of the sun. Nosaurians who left New Plympto did not lose the behavior, either, but their distance from their homeworld threw their internal rhythms off and resulted in their "singing" at strange, seemingly inexplicable times. This compulsion could all but counteract a Nosaurian's attempts at stealth; if the pursuers knew of the quirk, they could simply wait for the Nosaurian's vocalizing to give his or her location away.

The Nosaurians, a species of sentient bipedal reptiles. They had lithe, long arms and short legs in proportion to their bodies. Each hand featured three or four fingers and an opposable thumb, and each birdlike foot three forward-pointing toes; some members of the species had a fourth, backward pointing toe as well. All of these digits sported sharp claws. Nosaurian musculature was similar to that of a Human. Their hides were tough and covered in scales. Light green to black pigmentation was most common, but other scale colors included blue, green, yellow, orange, red, brown, white, gray, and black. Nosaurians often had markings of another hue such as a lighter belly and chin or a mask about the eyes. Members of the species were nimble acrobats with acute combat reflexes.

One trait that distinguished Nosaurians from other reptilian species was a crest of horns that grew atop their heads. Most members of the species displayed six bony spikes of varying lengths, although children could have fewer, and some adults had many more, often growing on the back of the skull as well. These horns were quite strong; the Nosaurian Bomo Greenbark once broke chains over his head spikes, and members of the species used their spikes as defensive impaling weapons. Nevertheless, they were not indestructible, and Nosaurians often wore protective gear to prevent horn damage. The older and more pugnacious the Nosaurian, the more likely he or she was to have suffered a broken horn. Some individuals featured hornlike protrusions on other parts of the body, including the cheeks, chin, knees, and shoulders.

A pair of small eyes lay below the horns. The sclera and iris could be of any number of colors, including pink, yellow, white, brown, and gray. The species saw only in black and white, although they typically learned to distinguish the subtle differences of what other species perceived as color, at least much of the time. Nevertheless, this monochromatic vision sometimes led to problems interpreting technological devices such as datapad screens that assumed the user had color vision.

A long, beaklike snout full of sharp teeth and perforated by two nostrils was another distinctive Nosaurian facial feature. The lower canines sometimes protruded from the mouth even when closed. Nosaurians had the ability to light up the lining of their mouths at will. The resulting flash was bright enough to briefly illuminate a room and even blind someone, but it could not be sustained for long.

Nosaurian children were covered in a coat of downy feathers of the same color as their scales. As the Nosaurian aged, these feathers fell out, lingering latest on the head and elbows. During adolescence, beginning at age 11, the remaining feathers molted, leaving the Nosaurian bald by age 13. Most members of the species wore clothing as a matter of habit, and females sometimes hung long, diaphanous ribbons from their horns.

A typical Nosaurian stands 1.4 meters or 4.6 feet tall and weighs 75 kilograms or 165 pounds.

Nosaurians age at the following stages: 1 - 10 Child 11 - 15 Young Adult 16 - 45 Adult 46 - 79 Middle Age 80 - 99 Old

Examples of Names: Fefar Blackeye, Bomo Greenbark, Clegg Holdfast, Churra Leafhorn, Moco Minkfruit. Languages: Nosarians learn Basic, as well as their own language, which is a complex collection of sounds featuring barks, warbles, and hissing, plus a written language consisting of two alphabets and metaphors about nature, the weather, and seasons.

[catboy-chongyun]

I went to my first anime con today!!

it was only 2 rooms with vendors selling stuff, but i got some stickers and new figures!!

👋*hands flap excitedly*👋

now for the infodump:

k-2so, sabine and ahsoka stickers i got for a dollar (i got one of thrawn, ezra, and a stormtrooper helmet but my brother took em)

ochako uraraka fig for $25, the very first anime figurine i ever got!

baby yoda funko pop, also the first funko i’ve ever gotten! there were two other ones, the normal one and one with a frog buuut i liked this one the most.

the child has joined my star wars shrine, and poor ochako is hidden in the back because i don’t know where to put her.

yeet ✌️

[legobiwan]

G, W, Z?

G. A Character You Never Cared For But Love Now?

Answered here

W. Favorite Rebels Arc?

Ooooh, interesting question. I kind of abandoned ship on my Rebels rewatch a few months ago, so my answer might change with a re-viewing, but the first time around, my favorite broad arc was the repeated Maul-Ezra encounters that culminated with Twin Suns (which I will never be over in a million years). There was just so much to it, between Maul trying to recruit another apprentice (friend), Ezra battling with the Dark Side, Kanan’s blinding, Ahsoka's duel with Vader on Malachor, the creepy Kenobi-Kryze death shrine on Dathomir, etc. I really enjoyed how that all played out. 

A close second would be anything Thrawn, although I do feel like he was somewhat neutered later in the show (although I agree with the theories that he might have been self-sabotaging himself in order to get back to the Outer Regions to fight off a greater enemy and get away from Palpatine, which is kind of alluded to at the end of Treason.

Also, Kallus’s overall arc was fantastic. Looking forward to watching that again once I get back to my re-viewing. 

Z. Best Friendship? 

Answered here

(Ask me things about Star Wars!)

[diabolicallywhimsical]

Also finally unpacked my Thrawn shrine 🙏🙏🙏

[grandadmiralslady]

Names removed to protect the poor guy I stunned and and sorta me, not that I’m hard to find.

I forgot to mention the Anniversary Edition (I have a signed copy), and there’s Choices of One (I’d get that signed but it’s tough to sign a kindle), I need to cross paths with Troy Denning again to get Tatooine Ghost signed (I also have that on kindle, so I can highlight all the appearances of the mysterious commander who is very obviously Thrawn), ooh, forgot all the trading-card art, I have several of those...really about all I don’t have that isn’t the new Celebration stuff is the Sideshow command chair and that’s because I literally own ballroom gowns that cost less than those go for on eBay.  

And of course I live in constant fear that somewhere out there is licensed Thrawn stuff I don’t have.  (Actually, now that I think of it, a Japanese copy of Outbound Flight with the kickass cover would be nice, too.)

[narkinafive]

roundup ~*~

unrelated, it’s still FUCKING cold

remember when i said i wanted more blackberry bc lmao THAT was a mistake, BRING BACK MY SWEET BOY...

not that taylor didn’t do a great job of evil ezra but HHHHHHHHHHRK

real talk in past rewatches i always skipped to the final scene on reklam station bc watching ezra yell at his family and order rex around and be reckless and evil and him BEING MEAN TO KANAN just. hurt. a lot more than i thought it would sdfkljdsfkjlfds soN

i still love him i still love him tho

him and kanan’s fight ahhhh boy that sucked. a lot

bendu vs yoda in the battle of being unhelpful: fight

WELCOME TO THE BLUEST BITCH OF THEM ALL, GRAND ADMIRAL THRANG

press f for commander titus

l m f a o forever at THE ONLY WAY TO BREAK THE LOCK IS TO CUT POWER TO THE WHOLE STATION! >:D! “lol cool ok” and then he just does it. the absolute madman

chaotic stupid

UGH kanan’s theme w the bendu ;;;;; it’s so lovely

the animation of the station falling!!! that whole sequence!!! so good!!

“let go!” kanan yells at him and th eworld falls away and ezra re-learns to trust in the force and in the help of others ;;;;;;

and i love that ezra relearning to trust others takes a little while longer

welcome back to everyone’s favorite crusty old fuck

lmfao at the republic soldiers who have to shuttle kanan and ezra around and they’re just like “cool, no idea what’s going on but cool”

“tell me about kanan, captain syndulla.” “i don’t know him.” “bitch... i have your marriage certificate...”

KANAN AND EZRA HUG!!! PURE!! HEALING!!! THANK YOU BASED DAVE!!!

man the spiders made a shrine around the holocron shit’s FUCKED UP

maul is such a bITCH kdfsljkjfsld i love him

the key to destroying the sith......... twin suns....................... bOy

sabine w/o dyed hair is still a total cutie, lesbian privilege at work 

if kallus weren’t fulcrum, letting sabine and the other pilots go just to fulfill a debt to zeb would be the single stupidest thing he’s ever done. like he coudln’t have picked a worse time to suddenly be bad at his job

speaking of people who are bad at their jobs... slavin....

what if thrawn wasn’t a tactical genius and he was just good at using google

“admiral thrawn, what do you think of this obscure piece of map???” “.............one moment please”

i love hera a lot. a lot. i love my space spy mom

her and thrawn are a really good rivalry. like that’s a good nemesis right there

hey i’m preemptively sad about the kalikori someone punch me 

someone punch me about the last battle and ezra spelling it out for all of us, neither side int he clone wars was meant to win

kalani and rex both being programmed :( :( :( :( 

the last battle feels like a Very Special Episode about ptsd tho. like rex had it in Spades. lashing out, confusion about where he is temporally speaking, depression, bad decision making, the whole nine

CONGRATS FOR ENDING THE CLONE WARS, BABY