She/It, 20, English major; Current Hyperfixations- Star Wars, HermitCraft, EPIC: The Musical, Dungeon Meshi
Fanfic reader, writer, and artist
A clone trooper named Petrichor.
For those who don’t know, word petrichor refers to the scent that lingers after the rain is gone.
And, well, it’s always raining on Kamino. There is no after the rain.
Petrichor named themself after that scent, even without knowing what it smelled like. Because it’s always raining on Kamino. And someday they want to know what it’s like after the rain.
Happy one year birthday to my boyyyyyy 💖💖💖
Some art of him for the occasion (even if I drew it weeks ago lol)
Last line challenge!! I was uno reversed by @loverboy-havocboy and @the-starry-seas <3
Last line was for Fallen Fox!!
Fox was stuck on the hell that was Coruscant while his batchers were scattered across the galaxy, fighting a war that would get them all killed sooner or later. It’d already killed Ponds.
Surprising no one, it’s just more angst. Poor Fox
Uno reversing the two of you, and otherwise open tags for anyone who wants to share :D tag me so I can see!!!
The Clone Wars end when Cody hears Palpatine purposefully misgendering Obi-Wan and murders him on the spot
Thinking about this again
More art!! This is a newer oc; Leika! She’s an info broker based in Coruscant’s underbelly
I don’t have much about her backstory yet, but she used to be in the pleasure business, but gradually stopped that work as she started making more money selling information instead of herself.
I love her very much, and I’m excited to play around more with her <3
Last line challenge!! I was tagged by @w31rd0-art1st and @mereelskirata and uno-reversed by @hastalavistabyebye <3
I’ve been doing a bunch of art fight prep, but as I am away from my iPad at the moment, I will give you my last line written instead of drawn. More progress on Fallen Fox!
With Thorn’s death, three Commanders now had to do the work of four, and what didn’t get done trickled down to their Captains, who in turn had to give more work to their Lieutenants, and so forth.
Uno-reverse to the lovelies above and NPT to @loverboy-havocboy @whiskygoldwings @the-starry-seas and @brokenphoenix99!
Whipped up a piece for MerMay! It’s Glitch!
I’m not entirely satisfied with the lighting on this one, but I’ve fiddled around with it enough and I like it enough to post. I had a lot of fun playing around with colors and finding ways to make his environment more than just a solid blue background. Overall, I love how this turned out!
Continuing with the Art Fight prep, here’s Blush! Finally gave them some armor!
codyyy
didnt feel like rendering the armor idgaf
Updated Adai ref in preparation for artfight!! Now featuring zir lightsaber!!
I’ve been trying a new thing with my lineart and I really like how it looks. Excited to play around more with it in the future!
Anonymous asked:
For the kiss prompts, I was wondering if I could get a thupma (Thorn × Tup × Dogma) Wildcard, dealers choice. There's just so many prompts I can't choose one 😭
And if you don't want to do a poly ship (which is completely understandable) could I maybe just get a Dogma × Tup one instead?
Ooooh, haven’t seen this combination before! Let’s see what I can whip up
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One of the best parts about the 501st getting leave - more specifically, Dogma and Tup getting leave - was that for the time they were on planet, Thorn didn’t have to do his own hair.
Not that he minded doing his own hair, of course, but he much preferred this- Tup’s fingers sliding through his curls, gently working out knots with the help of a comb and product. Dogma sat to the side, as he always did, helping when asked but otherwise content to watch and talk. Thorn registered their voices, but not their words, their conversation a soothing background noise that worked to further melt Thorn’s brain from his skull.
Even after Tup finished, he continued to card his fingers through Thorn’s hair, blunt nails scraping against his scalp until Thorn was nothing more than a puddle of warmth and content. That was Dogma’s cue to pull them both into Thorn’s bunk, where they all tangled so tightly together it was nearly impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
“Y'r turn next,” Thorn mumbled, voice muffled in Tup’s hair. “Once m’ brain isn’t melty.”
“Like that was even a question,” Dogma huffed, breath warm against Thorn’s shoulder. “‘Course he’s next.”
Tup hummed, clearly amused, and pressed a kiss to Thorn’s jaw. “Of course. After we all get some rest. And Thorn’s brain isn’t melty,” his voice turned teasing.
“Make your brain melty instead.” Thorn barely got the words out before he cut himself off with a yawn.
Dogma kissed behind his ear. “Like Tup said, rest first.”
“Mkay,” Thorn managed to hum an agreement before he finally let sleep pull him under.
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This one fought me, ngl, but I worked it out eventually. Hope you enjoy!