Considering Doing A Redraw Of Shrike's Face If My Art Style Changes In The Next Couple Days.

New fic series premises

Soon I will be releasing a fic series based off of the clone wars/tbb characters (mostly the clones) set in a modern world with supernatural elements. It will also feature my trooper sonna in this au of sorts.

Here are the basic pieces of worldbuilding lore:

The Fetts are well renowned monster hunters dating back to 1700's.

There are all of the typical monsters and demons (vamps, werewolves, wendigos, Skinwalkers, ghosts, etc), but there are also a handful of species that are basically hybrid/mutated versions of the common types.

Elites- (Physical attributes) A mutated version of a vampire, with demon like attributes. Unlike vampires, Elites can walk mostly unharmed in daylight and go longer periods of time without blood. When an Elite shifts, they sport long inky black appendages from their back (between 2 to 6), legs become more digitigrade and contain claws, their fingers grow longer and sharper, and their limbs are dark and littered with veiny black lines. In addition, they are able to open their mouths past their cheeks, allowing them to open their mouth about 9 inches at half shifted and 13 inches at fully shifted. When they are fully shifted, they reach on average about 15 ft., 10 ft. when halfway.

Elites- (Familial) When an Elite claims an individual or individuals as family, they will become protective of them. these individuals are referred to as "Elite'an". Amongst Elites, it is considered extremally taboo to harm or target another's Elite'an.

There are some cases of supernatural beings being more pacifist and ignoring their nature, but most hunters choose to ignore these claims.

reposting this cause my heart instantly declared it as canon, they definitely would fail miserably at covering for Crosshair! 🤣

Sneaking Out

Based off of this post from @here-comes-the-moose !

Here is one of my older scribble portraits, was part of an assignment for my digital art class. enjoy my fellow rats! 🐀❤️

Littlest Clone (Bad Batch G/t) Ch 2

Chapter 2: Cursed

The ringing in her ears brought Omega slowly back to the land of the living as the once intense pressure of her body dulled away into soreness. She tried to reach for lula, her stuffed animal, but no matter where she reached she couldn't seem to obtain what she was looking for.

Omega groaned as she decided she’d have to get up; Pulling herself more and more awake she peeled her eyes open, trying to adjust to the intense blur she had from the deep and very restless sleep she just tried to receive. 

When her eyesight returned she froze as the world around her seemed yards away, the gunner seat-made room was as big as a kaminoan facility and when she slowly looked to her left the suddenly hulking figure of her lula doll rested at least a few arm lengths away.

“No this…This is just a dream- Just a dream..” Omega choked out as she shook her head, slapping her cheeks and trying not to cry more, “Wake up Omega- Wake up!”

Everytime she tried to open her eyes and return to her normal life she was met with the same overwhelming sight of a giant stuffed animal, with an even more enormous space she had once called her cubby room.

She had shrunk!

Her breathing picked up as she started to panic at the intense realization what she was witnessing was more than likely real, Omega shakily scooted back as her head towered up and up to everything so big but she had forgotten the ledge of her room as she felt her hands slip away and her world fall back.

She let out a terrified scream as she fell backwards through heavy silk curtains to her room and only then managed to grip onto metal last minute.

Omega was now dangled on the gunner's mount, only a few inches tall, and very much fearing for her life!

She cried out as her hands started to ache and she was failing fast to pull herself up, “HUNTE- AH!” 

She cried out in horror as time slowed and she started to make the long and fatal fall down-

Before she could hit the cold metal floor of the ship a blast of air swooped around her and with a rough and quick thud she landed in a ball of warmth that enclosed tight around her.

Was she dead? She couldn’t see anything nor move…maybe this was…but then?

Why could she hear nothing but a loud pounding of a heart?

Omega seemed to have stayed in the bunched up position wherever she was for a good bit because once she realized she was in fact not dead she slowly touched her warm and leathery prison only for it to suddenly jolt.

Slowly light broke through and she had to shield her eyes as finally she realized what saved her was a hand…a giant hand.

The returning ‘small’ panic returned as she fumbled back hazily against large fingers that shakily curled upwards to keep her from falling more. The enormous figure belonging to the hand finally cleared in her sight as the wide and shocked eyes of Hunter looked right down at her.

“Ome…Omega?” He breathed out, seeming very out of breath and in shock to have in one moment been fast asleep in his bunk to being shot awake and lurching forward in instinct to catch a now…tiny Omega.

“Hun-te-no! St-Stay back!” Omega scrambled wildly in her own sheer panic, unable to comprehend everything going on as she fought against the growing grip securing her.

“Omega! Omega it’s ok- it’s ok it’s me!” Hunter hushed his voice as he tried to coax the tiny girl down and keep her from hurting herself further but her panicked expression couldn't seem to read him so he used a tactic he had once used before when she was plagued with nightmares…

Omega felt herself be pressed against something firm and warm as a heartbeat now sounded in her ears, she squeezed her tear filled eyes tight as a small pressure on her back ever so slightly shifted into a rubbing pattern.

Was she safe…? This felt familiar…

Hunter sighed in relief as the small struggle stopped and Omega eased into his chest little by little. He could hear the hammering of her little pulse and even more through the heavy scent of fear, It broke his heart…

After a short bit of simply laying on the floor and very gently rubbing a thumb on her back he could feel her pulse slow as if she had entered sleep. Only then did he decide it was safe to pull her away into cupped hands to observe what exactly all of this was.

Omega laid curled in his coarse hands, her chest falling and rising slowly. She had to have only been five inches and piecing some things together Hunter figured she must have fallen out of her bed through her own unrealized panic. He looked behind him at the bunks where not a single of his brothers had even budged from their sleep to the commotion, He was now beyond grateful for his enhanced senses and even more for his fast reflexes.

Hunter knew he’d have to go about the next few hours more carefully; Waking Omega, Telling the boys, restraining Tech, finding some sort of solution to whatever this was…

For now to ease his mind he’d settle with taking a quiet moment to think and let Omega sleep, Atleast now somewhere secure.

Slowly getting up Hunter carefully held Omega to his chest as he went to the front of the ship where things would be more quiet.

when you loose 2 hours of progress on your timeline draft for you trooper sonna

LMAO, ya ain't the only one!

For some reason, these two…

Remind me of these two…

Anyone else? 😁

When you are trying to study for your DMV visit, but your Puppy (Siberian husky with bright blue eyes) Is climbing allover you and your chair like a jungle gym, and you don't have the heart to tell her no.

Edit: She is now attempting eat my cacti!

i love this, totally my vibe of chaos and fun!

Guys I found the only good thing on Facebook.

Palpatine’s Journey