#KRIFF

[artanis-draws]

AU where there is a big bounty on Rebel-Luke and Din is going after him but doesn’t expect such a beauty 🤭😁 what a surprise 💅🏼

[jays-blurbs]

I need y’all Star Wars lover’s opinion on something.

Because I personally think kark sounds better, like as a substitute for fuck but a little bit worse. But I also think that kriff would be more on the level of shit.

[kark-trooper-echo]

Damn, I could use a med patch. Karking headache right behind my forehead...

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

JUST FINISHED A GOOD BOOK

[best-curse-word-tournament]

Best Curse Word Tournament!

kriff (Galactic Basic; fandom) No IPA a vulgar expletive from Star Wars, created by swapping and “k” and “f” in “frick,” and used fluidly like “fuck”

conchetumadre (Chilean Spanish) /ˌkont͡ʃatuˈmadɾe/ motherfucker, son of a bitch; literally, “your mother’s pussy”

[shmooul]

coded by omega irl???

[reindeer-games-sven]

Posting some old silly sketches of Cliff and Krik from Vehicle Voltron because Im hopeless

[broitsf-ckingfreezing]

SHE’S BEEN UPDATED! YEAH BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

(I know it’s just an edit to the prologue, but there’s like a solid 1200 extra words that weren’t there before! It’s fun! We like this! We’re having a great time!)

Summary:

There’s something very weird about the Jedi. More so than what they’d learned on Kamino. They’ve been schooled on enhanced speed, crazy high pain tolerance, wisdom on the ass-end of vague, things floating—hell, Cody distantly remembers some kind of training on how to negotiate a stubborn Jedi into accepting medical treatment (cough, Kenobi and Skywalker, cough).

But there’s other stuff.

Stuff that even “space magic” can’t explain.

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or; Clone Commanders get drunk and share stories about the weird shit their Jedi do

[kanerallels]

WAIT NO THIS IS REALLY SAD

[uwingdispatch]

Aaaaaand I made a bunch of aurebesh beanies including these ones that says KRIFF. They entertain me spectacularly. And They’re super soft and available in my shop.

[not-my-final-account]

Okay but an a/u where Luke captures Vader and they are forced to go back to Tatooine and they both grumble about the same things in the same way, after figuring out their both from Tatooine Han jokes that they might be related, they both shout in the same way and Luke quickly asks where Vader lived, Vader says ‘Mos Espa’ and Luke’s like ‘Exactly! I grew up on a moisture farm’ and Vaders like ‘wait, the lars farm’ and Luke’s like ‘yeah’ and they both visibly pale and Luke’s like ‘But there’s no way! How do you even know the place? He he…’ and Vaders like my mother married Cliegg Lars and had a kid called Owen who had a girlfriend called-’ and Luke cuts him off saying ‘Beru’ and they are both like well kriff, and Vaders like ‘I’m sure Criegg had a sibling’ and Luke’s like ‘your mother wasn’t called Shmi was she’ and Vader just pales and says ‘I’m sure Shmi was just a common name, she was alive right?’ and at this point Han starts sweating and Lando’s like ‘oooo’ but then Luke’s like ‘No, she died to-’ and Vader finishes like ‘Tusken Raiders’ and the both pale beyond what should even be possible and it goes like

Luke: long before I was born, actually jus-

Vader: -t before the clone wars

L: my father came looking for her because he was worried about her

V: because I was having visions of her death that stopped me

L: from sleeping and he tracked her to the farm

V: after finding out from my no-longer master that he sold her

L: and her new master had freed her and married her

V: and they were happy until she was coming back from

L: picking mushrooms off the vaporators

V: when she got kidnapped by Tusken Raiders

L: my father went looking for her despite it have being months since it happen

V: the same amount of month since my dreams started

L: he found her and-

V: she died in my arms

L: my father murdered the entire village in anger

Luke and Vader: and he was travelling with a girlfriend/ally called Padmé

Everyone: …

This is the biggest mess Hans ever made

Luke is quick to point out that this is Vader he bouts he’s ever been in a relationship let alone gotten anyone pregnant, uhhh

Both the imperials (captured and here to free Vader) and rebels are confused now

Someone please write a fan fiction on this and link it in a re-blog/comment/tag

[toasthoneyandstardust]

Another birthday this week!! Hbd to my beloved @reindeer-games-sven I always love talking to you and your art is ungodly, make this year a good one!

[theotherhalf007]

"The Enlightened"

Right hand of Absolution, a man devoted to Collection.

Seek the truth!

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Well what’s this the consequences of my actions, nowwwww what’s this, the consequences of my actions, nowwww what’s this, the consequences of my actions nowwwww, what’s this, the conse-quences of my ac-tions *bow-dee-bow-dow-bow-dee-bow-dow-bow-dee-bow-dow-bow-dee-bow-dow*

[sirspeep]

[izzystizzys]

Echo’s world has gone decidedly… wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He can’t feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.

“Holy kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!”, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesse’s shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captain’s pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.

And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-

“Are those kriffing hands?!”

In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present who’s sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -

- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Cody’s feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.

Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. “OI!”

“B’have, boys”, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didn’t know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.

“That’s blood, Ey’ika”, says Appo.

Oh.

Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-

“Don’t even think about it”, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcase’s foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. “Yeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - they’d put you down in a second flat!”

“Why would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79’s, huh, genius?!”, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. “Good question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Fox’i-“

Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.

“Thorn”, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, “Thorn, I’m hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.”

“Shuddup”, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. “Sdubid Codeh.”

Commander Fox’s visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vod’e cringing. “Yeah, you go, Thorn. You’re my favorite.” A considering pause. “Oh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.”

The Commander’s comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patch’s definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??

“I’m going to wring Senator Hliii’s neck, and then I’m going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets with”, sounds through Fox’s comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. “Pinging your location now. Where’s Thorn?”

“Pr’snt”, slurs Thorn.

“Concussed”, adds Fox, “We crawled out forty levels to behind 79’s, so no one would see us.”

Awkward silence follows.

“Uh, about that”, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Cody’s ugly mug wasn’t - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!”

“Shuddup, Rex”, Thorn moans bravely.