when you're so stressed out about certain things, you're actually considering making a commission/resources blog...

things that amuse me: imagining a crew member on th.rawn's ship doing what i'm doing and seeing the ????????? on his face.

because almost nothing i do makes sense there. right now, i'm designing a 1920s party dress for a new years eve dance from fabrics in my stash (including an 18th century wool petticoat i'm going to reuse for the main fabric), so there's a lot of design limitations.

lbh, seeing someone sketching out fashion designs from like 100 years ago in style... his face would be priceless.

For my first post here.

Imperial High Command having some civil discussion. Starring Thrawn, Yularen, Vader, Palpatine, Krennic, and Tarkin.

*narrows eyes at my graphics here*

❝ and 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 the daughter but 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 the family. what is a home if not the first place you learn to 𝗿𝘂𝗻 from? ❞

ㅤㅤ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ * 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔩, ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

okay, now that i got making @vi0letnce 's blog out of my system, i shall proceed to do my drafts here. XD

ㅤㅤ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ * 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔩, ꜰᴀɪᴛʜꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ʙʏ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

i apologize for the utter hold this has clutched me with but y'all are NOT prepared.

Your TIE Defender program is at risk. Orson Krennic has been quite persuasive about diverting the funding to his own project, Stardust.

for @skywalkerthrawn 💙

                    from the moment the younger man’s name left his lips, the commander knew with a deep certainty what would swiftly follow, a ripple of revelation flashing across his features.   there had not been any particular slip of the tongue, nor the obvious shock at his appearance, but rather a hesitance which spoke of a deep discomfort with speech.   nuru, as he desired to be known, could not speak cheunh.   this was no act, though now, thrawn considered the possibility of deception in the lack of understanding of galactic basic.   regardless, he looked upon the other in a rather new light.   most intriguing.  

                    thrawn met the young man’s bow with an incline of his head, hands still clasped loosely at his spine.   what course of events might lead to a young chiss drifting about the galaxy alone, set loose too early to even remember his mother tongue?   a strange and unusual course, certainly.   only a few could muster, all likely to remain documented in some form… if he still remained in connection with the archives on csilla.   and without further cause, he could not merit requesting a search from ar’alani.   perhaps time would present reasons.

                    lips pressed together for a moment in a dismissive gesture.     ❝  i speak huttese so it is no matter.  ❞     there was no dishonor in not knowing a language one could have never learned… however, knowing nothing of basic remained doubtful.   something about his behavior spoke to potentially meeting others of their kind, rare but possible, yet, perhaps far less happily than even this.   but that hardly prevented the questioning from continuing, though the inclination to pry more into what brought the man to this point remained below his will.     ❝  as the troopers asked previously, do you know the location of your hidden cargo?  ❞

Nuru wasn't proud to admit he'd frozen when the troopers approached and started questioning him. How could he not? No matter how much time passed, nor how hard he'd been trying to stay out of trouble, he was still an enemy of the Empire just by virtue of existing. A Jedi. A traitor of the no-longer-existent Republic. Thankfully for him, and nevermind that they were stopped because Gizman insisted on taking that route, claiming it was a 'shortcut', Big Gizz always had his back. He was quick to clasp a hand on Nuru's shoulder and say that they had to forgive his blue friend, for he didn't speak a word of basic.

But that didn't help him for long, because he must have done something awful in another life and so the force made him pay for it in this one in the form of them having a Chiss on board. What were the chances?

He was an adult now, he should have a more dignified reaction than he did the first time he met another Chiss, right? WRONG. Nuru stared, eyes widening because the only Chiss he'd ever been face to face with had been Vereen when he was just a teenager, and his own reflection through the years. This was the first time he stood in front of another male Chiss, and one who looked so different from him at that. While they were clearly the same species, their stances, the way they wore their hair, even the way they carried themselves was different.

Mitth'raw'nuruodo —Nuru wasn't even going to risk butchering that name the way he'd once done with Vereen's— had quite a presence, he seized people's attention as soon as he stepped into view– or, at least, he seized Nuru's. He spoke the language of their people, that much Nuru could tell. The problem was, he didn't speak it. He could pick up on some things, like that the man was introducing himself, that he was asking a question that Nuru ASSUMED was 'what's your name?', and that he was a high ranking officer– but that was because of the uniform, not because he understood anything.

"Kung'urama'nuruodo." even when saying his birth name —the name that had never quite felt like it belonged to him—, even when he didn't even risk it with a sentence, his pronunciation of Cheunh. "Nuru." his name was followed by a slight reverence before he remembered Chiss don't bow. So much for pretending to be a proper Chiss. Knowing better than to try to enforce a weak lie, he shifted to Huttesse. "I don't speak- uh..." was there a word for 'Chiss' in Huttesse? Now that he thought about it, the few times he'd found himself in front of Jabba, he'd only called him something related to his appearance: red eyes, blue. Never by the name of his kind. So, he ended up spelling it. "I don't speak C-H-I-S-S, sir. I'm sorry."

sooooooo i'm doing things in between drafts but uh.........

iykyk.

hiiiii, i'm here for now!

REBELS APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY 5 - FAVORITE ANTAGONIST I will start my operations here, and pull the rebels apart piece by piece. They will be the architects of their own destruction.

                    an inquisitive glance slipped toward the human woman, lips shifting between pressed thin and pursed and once more again narrowed.   correct she might be, in the most legal sense, but there was some measure of doubt dwelling deep within his soul.   he had held misgivings, both of accompanying the jedi and of skywalker’s actions on the planet, yet he hardly stopped the man, merely cautioned.   not to which she spoke in the least, but it was a far better alternative for his thoughts than her declaring her striding in on his tending his wounds to not be his fault.   an fascinating choice, worthy of the aristocra… of which, he had gathered, she was one of the republic’s of a sort.

                    the gleam of the medical corner would rival that of a chiss ship, every element neat, a blue-toned white which would display the slightest smudge, as presented by the marks his clothing made upon the side of the cabinet.   a useful material, a very visual representation of contamination, vital to control in such a space.   glowing eyes rose from his inspection of the surface to the senator, head angling slightly.     ❝  no, i must bandage it and wait.  ❞     as much as he recognized within the drawers, he equally so could not puzzle out the rest, but gauze had proven intriguingly difficult to find.   presumably, she wished to offer him some sort of pain medication, but that would be unwise for him to consume.

                    ❝  you have known him a long time?  ❞     he despised his lack of vocabulary, how stunted it must be, but better he distracted her from his state, fingers pressing the end of the bandage against his shoulder.

no need to apologize. words almost escaped from tinted lips, barely getting caught by a thought; it could easily seem like she'd be belittling his need to express himself, therefore making it appear as though she didn't care much about the emotions he'd might've harbored during 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 that'd led them in this overall situation in the first place. words lost in translation, possibly, so instead she simply shook her head faintly, a polite hint of a smile tugging at her lips with grace, indicating it was alright.

❝ not your fault. ❞ a softened truth seemed much more gentle than anything else she would've been able to offer in the moment. she observed him with both curiosity and caution, and soon folded her hands neatly to her front. unintentionally, perhaps padmé exhaled soundly through her nose and let her mind run a loop through the events of the past twenty-four hours. surely things could have gone much smoother, but at least they were still alive and healing — as her musings neared the latter statement, her gaze shifted to study the person not too far from her. merely a stranger, yes, but it didn't lessen the sense of worry pumping through her veins 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 of who had bled. could this have been avoided ? it'd remain a mystery.

❝ that is correct ❞, she offered, a crease forming between her brows. ❝ your injury. is there anything i could do to ease your discomfort ? ❞ doing something, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 in fact, would be better than simply sitting idly and waiting until they'd land on safer regions.

One of the good bad guys from Star Wars… Grand Admiral Thrawn (thank gods that the Rebels made him Canon again). 

                    slender fingers plucked a datapad from the desk, the device powering on as the chiss opened a file.   the details contained within hardly were likely to affect the empire as a whole, but this command as well as allow him to understand those within the bounds of this portion of the galaxy?   perhaps.     ❝  please, sit.  ❞     the trooper’s tinges of insubordination hardly went unnoticed, but the lieutenant kept his lips sealed for the moment.   certainly, an interesting side effect of what he read, at the very least.     ❝  my first question regards your earlier years.   how well did you incorporate with your peers?  ❞     better to rule out anything else that might have affected the outcome.

This soldier was no stranger to scrutiny; having blaster burns across half your face and missing a patch of hair made one pretty hard to miss. Despite this, as he fell under the Lieutenant's meticulous study Tiny felt more like a specimen to be examined than back when he marched down sterile Kaminoan halls. He regarded his superior with a proper salute, though it certainly lacked enthusiasm as he bristled at the monotone recitation of his designation number. When he spoke, he maintained a recognition of the other man's authority, though there was a tinge of exasperation underneath; his compliance contradicting condescension. "Of course, sir. Always... happy to be of use."