#ceta art

[sugargrim3]

Wtf whales!!! I've been working on this for a little bit now and I'm SO happy with how it turned out

[unbizzarre]

Cetegandan concept sketches

Wanted to try my hand at Cetegandan clothing. Not sure how Gem differs from Haut, though I'm leaning towards Gem being more flamboyant, space-grabbing and structured (left and right) whereas Haut is flowy-er and layered, with some lab attire with a both aesthetic and practical bent.

In general clothing styles try to evoke imagery of flowers, petals, and delicate layering. I'm playing around with incorporating butterfly shapes in the silhouette. (see swallowtail sleeves on far left). While the garments are light and flowy, very little skin is left showing. The clothing style is an elegant synthesis of Grecian drapery and certain elements from historic Japanese, Chinese, and Korean garments. My muse was also inspired to create a similar feeling to some of my favorite Star Wars costume design sketches I've run across. I also really enjoy having folds radiating out from a central point, or folding out like petals above and below a belt/waistline. Will probably do more studies to further explore the variety of ceta styles I've imagined.

tbh i imagine cetagandan womens clothing is actually a bit less colorful. maybe more whites and creams. But I just had fun messin about with butterfly colors

OH HELL YEAH TIME TO CITE THOSE SOURCES! :::

these specific designs pull from and synthesise shapes I found in

Roberto Cappuci Haute Couture 1987 "angel of god" or "Andgelo d'Oro" (angel of gold) depending on which pinterst image I reference

and

this dress by Issa Hesso from the Rebirth Collection

starwars concept art I enjoy:

like fuck me this guys so good

you can find more by searching: iain mccaig padme amidala concept art

overall pretty happy with how these turned out :D! Feel like I successfully captured the space-elf-fairy vibes I was going for. If you notice any cannon clothing details I left out, or have your own creative ideas on how you imagine cetagandan cloting to look, feel free to leave a comment! I love hearing other people's insights :). Particularly curious how ceta clothing may have changed between occupation time period and modern miles-era ceta clothing. Given their heavily artistic bent I could imagine fashions may change wildly year to year decade to decade. But also given how long they live, perhaps the mainstream styles is actually less malleable? If so what are the common themes that are preseved?

thanks for reading!

[atolm]

Quick dolphin doodle tonight! I didn’t really feel like mini painting or watercolors so it was a tv night with the art tablet!

[noriapple]

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Case Au Ceta, 2022

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

✨D.D. MASTERLIST ✨

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Deep Blue, but You Painted Me Golden (1.8k)

Familiar & Unfamiliar (4.1k)

I Miss You, I Miss You Too (0.5k)

In a Perfect World, You Love Me (6.9k) // Perfect World pt. II (2.5k)

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Lost in the Light (1.4k)

Ni Ceta, Cyar’ika (7.8k) // I Love You, Cyar’ika (4.5k)

⏤ Do You Want Me, Cyar’ika: HAPPY END (6.7k), DARK END (5.1k)

Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)

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din djarin x female!reader

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Older!Grogu Inspo Art

summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!

#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster

#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?

#03: Marshal Daddy

#04: Mayfeld Didn't Mean to Step on Him

✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨

#05: Wife Material

#06: Trikar'la, Buir!

#07: Soran

✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨

#08: You're His Home

#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma

✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨

#10: Show Off

#11: You Didn’t

#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay

#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika

#14: Am I Making You Quiver?

#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck

#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin

#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta

✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨

#18: Talk About a Power Couple

#19: My Boys Needed Me

#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath

#21: Made of the Right Stuff

#22: Like Father, Like Son

#23: It’s a Surprise

✨#23.5: Am I Close to Redemption?✨

#24: Right Between Your Thighs

din djarin x female!reader

summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object

#02: Falling For You

#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck

#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder

#05: Right Person, Wrong Time

#06: Partners in Crime

#07: A Favor For a Friend

#08: But You’re Still a Traitor

[SEVEN DAYS]

Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

AFTER

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Nu Kyr'adyc

TW: Tech angst, spoilers for tbb s2 finale

Summary: Omega finds herself in a cell with Crosshair after being kidnapped by Hemlock

AN: This lil baby fic is written for @cross-my-heartt's art post, which you can find here. Thanks for reading!

He awoke with a small groan, the stiff cot not doing his back any favors.

“Crosshair?” a small voice asks, “Are you awake?”

His head whips around to look at the figure crouched in the corner of the small room. It had been a long time, but he recognizes the blonde halo and heavy accent. He quickly sits up, ice-hot panic running through his veins.

“Omega? Why are you here? I distinctly remember telling you guys to hide. For your sake.”

“I know.” she says. She looks down, trying to hide the emotions still shaking her every breath. “We were just trying to help you. I just wanted to help you.” Her voice gets smaller with every word, and he sees a small tear fall. He sighs inwardly.

“Where are the others?”

“I-I don’t know,” she wails. “Before they stunned me, Echo helped Hunter and Wrecker get away. I just know they’re not here.” He can’t help but notice the absent name, but he doesn’t push right now. He sighs.

“Come here.” he swings his legs off the cot and pats the space beside him. She scrambles over to him, taking her previous position with her arms wrapped around her knees. “Tell me what happened.”

“Well, after we got your message, we had to figure out where you were, so we planned to place a tracker on Doctor Hemlock’s ship while he was busy in a meeting with other imperial officers. Turns out there was another group of ‘rebels’ in the base, except they were trying to blow it up. Wreck and I did our part, and got the tracker on the ship, but we had to leave quickly because of the bombs. The,” She clears her throat, “the base was only accessible with this hanging monorail thing. We got about halfway from the base when the explosion cut the power to it. Echo couldn’t fix it from the train so Te-Tec-,” she stutters, voice cracking, “He had to get out and go fix it.”

The tears stream harder down Omega’s face. Cross scoots closer to her on the cot, not quite touching hips, but trying his best to comfort her. To let her know that it’s okay, even though it’s not. She looks up at him suddenly. The movement drags his eyes down to hers. “In your message, you mentioned plan eighty-eight.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “I did.”

“Do you remember all the plans?” she asks quietly. He doesn't know where this is going, but he doesn't like it, pushing himself up to stand.

“Mhm.” he grumbles, beginning to pace the short distance from one side of the room to the other, head down.

“Do you,” Omega hesitates, and picks at her cuticles, “remember ninety-nine?” The flow of his pacing abruptly stops, and his eyes snap back to her.

“Omega…” he warns lowly.

“They never told me about that one. I thought there were only ninety-eight plans, but that's what… that’s what Tech said before he fell. ‘Plan Ninety-nine.’” After her final word, it’s like she forgets how breathing works. Her breathing hitches and her throat burns with tears. She sobs. That wheezing type of sob where it feels like Atlas has put his punishment on your chest. She breathes quickly, but no air fills her lungs. Have they pulled all the oxygen out of the room? Why can’t she breathe? What is happening to her? This can’t be real. This is a nightmare.

She feels arms pull her from the cot and into the air. Against someone’s chest. “T-ech?” Her legs wrap around them automatically. The hands stroke her back soothingly, while she buries her face into their chest. They rock back and forth, and he nuzzles the top of her head with his nose, inhaling deeply. She feels her hair start to wetten, but she doesn't care.

“I’m so sorry cyar’ika.” He whispers, and raises his face to the ceiling. “Nu kyr’adyc, shi taab’echaalj’la. Ni ceta, vod."

[proflambeovt]

Commissioned Art for an anonymous client who asked that Ceta wear a fancy new dress!

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Blood Sacrifices part four

TW: gore, broken bones, organ damage, blood, torture, nudity, religion, paganism, false god, vampire whumper, human whumpee

Ve'Qren slowly looked Drehl over.

"Undress," he ordered.

With a hard look in his eyes, Drehl derobed and laid his jewelry atop the folded cloth. Swirling patterns of red and orange cosmetic paints covered his skin.

Ve'Qren allowed himself a moment to admire Drehl's slender form, longing both for different circumstances and to sink his fangs deep into the man's flesh.

He circled then, as though a jungle cat, assessing his prey. Humans were weak, truly, and Drehl stood utterly defenseless.

Ve'Qren lunged, and Drehl's head hit the clay floor with a sickening crack. This served only to further excite Ve'Qren, sitting astride his prey's hips.

In a moment of overexuberance, Ve'Qren dug his claws between Drehl's ribs, spurred on by his gruesome screams.

Pressing downward, he was greeted by the beautiful snap of broken bones. The inside of Drehl's body outdid even his skin in warmth.

Still Ve'Qren clutched the shattered ribs within Drehl's chest, feeling the delicate organs working beneath them.

Drehl was beyond screaming now, trying only to keep himself breathing. Every labored inhale brought his lungs closer to puncturing on shards of bone or the claws of Ve'Qren, all dyed brilliantly red.

"Are you still in doubt?" Ve'Qren asked, his lips brushing against Drehl's ear.

Drehl shook his head wildly.

"You are to speak when spoken to," Ve'Qren hissed.

Drehl gasped, trying to forms words, any phrase which could aid him.

"I am waiting."

"I'm sorry," Drehl managed, too softly to be heard by any, save for Ve'Qren.

He passed then into unconsciousness, far too pained to retain his senses.

Ve'Qren rose, admiring his art. Drehl's caved in chest, bones slicing through tender flesh, all slathered in the blood still pouring forth from his wounds.

"I hope this has proven an apt demonstration," Ve'Qren said loudly, making eye contact with each of the priests in turn.

"Yes your godliness," Lohl said. "Please have mercy on the rest of us. We abhor Drehl's behavior and shun him as we should."

"I am a forgiving and merciful god," Ve'Qren decided. "Call for a medic, and have his wounds tended to. He shall return to his responsibilities when he is fully healed."

"Yes your godliness." Lohl sighed in relief, color returning to his pallid cheeks. "Your kindness is astounding. Swua, go now and fetch Cetaes."

Swua rose and set forth from the temple, forcing themself to walk at a measured pace.

"Daes," Lohl continued, "clean this blood to the best of your ability, but do not touch Drehl for even a moment."

With great relief from no longer having to stare upon Drehl's broken body, Daes took her leave to collect water from the river.

"Tyri," Lohl finished, "you are dismissed."

Tyri did not keep his composure as the others, running with great haste to the comfort of his home.

Ve'Qren settled onto his throne, which Lohl's shaking form still knelt beside.

Ve'Qren ran his fingers though Lohl's curls, making his hair filthy with Drehl's blood. Lohl melted into the touch, even as it sickened him.

"I know you will not disappoint me," Ve'Qren purred. "You have always been loyal. I have deep apreciation for your service."

"Yes your godliness." Lohl's words were thick with tears. "Now, if it pleases you, I will receive further instruction of your plans."

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[loominggaia]

A while back I redesigned sirenes so that both cetas and ichthys have four solid flippers, but I don't have much art actually depicting this. So, here are a couple concepts.

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[utau-bowl]

A brand new UTAU by chevrefee! CETA is a monopitch VCV with a bright, nasal tone.

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*Art by chevrefee

[sugargrim3]

Posted too much homestuck as of recent, have to level it out with some whale art

[itsmedemibones]

Anything you want to/can share about Kythaa? Her armour is really cool!

Okay so I've never actually shared any info on OCs before but I'm in love with Kythaa so..

*cracks knuckles*

(art by my friend her design has changed slightly since then)

Kythaa Sapp was born in 59 BBY. Her biological parents were running some unfortunate business and had accrued a bounty and had been smuggling goods to Deathwatch. Enter Ariatt Senaar, Haat Mando'ad from Concord Dawn (in my mind dream cast as Karl Urban lol).

--aside: I've been working on Ariatt as an OC as well- his clan name Senaar comes from a family history in times past of falconry, hunting game through the farms and fields of Concord Dawn.

When Ariatt tracks down the Sapps to Hoth, he's disappointed to find them already dead, though their 3 yo child stands fiercely protecting their half frozen bodies in a deep cave, nestled between 2 tauntauns for warmth.

Kythaa becomes Ariatt's foundling. 2 years later, Jaster Mareel is betrayed and dies. Kythaa never really got to know him as Mand'alor, but her Buir is very loyal to Jango. Her training and eventual verd'goten took place under his leadership and Jango was one of the ones who shared a drink with her upon completion of her verd'goten. She's raised amongst the remaining True Mandalorians and works alongside them and her Buir as she grows into her own.

Then Galidraan happens. Though legally an adult, Ky is not there, instead on a hunt related to her biological parents. She refuses to accompany her Buir in support of Jango due to her tunnel vision on finding information on the Sapps. She and her Buir have a nasty fight regarding it before he leaves for Galidraan. He doesn't fully renounce her as a Mandalorian but he does mention that if she's not going to follow the resol'nare regarding coming to the call of the Mand'alor, then maybe he's dar'buir after all.

Kythaa never gets the chance to reconcile with him as every Mando aside from Jango dies at the hands of the Jedi. She doesn't realize that anyone survived. Disgusted with herself, she repaints her armor to the current colors of grey for loss of family, teal for healing, and white for a new start, with red to honor her fallen Buir as well as the Mand'alor she failed.

--another aside- Kythaa's knee armor is very specifically grey and red so that every time she kneels she is saying "Ni ceta" to her Buir and her Mand'alor.

When Jango calls for volunteers to become the cuy'val dar, Kythaa is shocked he still lives. She of course knew of someone calling themselves Jango Fett rising to be the top bounty hunter, but she refused to believe it was him. She tries to join them on Kamino, but Jango refuses her. He harshly says it's because she can't be trusted after failing to follow him to Galidraan, but actually it's that she reminds him of his greatest failure and he can't face his guilt at facing her every day regarding Ariatt's death.

So she continues her work as a disillusioned bounty hunter, wearing her armor but having a tough relationship with her identity as a Mandalorian. She doesn't get to reconcile with Jango either before his death on Geonosis and the start of the clone war. But then, damn, suddenly there's millions of little Jango's running around so that any time she crosses path with the GAR, she's reminded of her own failures. Doesn't help that all the little Jango's are reporting to Jedi which feels perverse and wrong.

Uhhhhh... This went longer than I anticipated lol. I've never written it all down before. I don't really have much planned for her remaining life, like her involvement in the clone war, besides her eventually meeting Kal Skirata and him helping her deal with all her trauma thru his sheer power of being a good dad. I imagine if she ever came across him in her life of hunting she'd probably have a very strained relationship with Boba as well.

But yeah, that's Kythaa. I'm excited to do more with her and her Buir. Probably going to be running a DND style campaign with her with a couple of my friends lol.

If anyone read all of this, wow, thank u hahahaha.

(my own very rough ref sheet for Kythaa)

[atolm]

I participated in an art secret Santa this year! In particular the Touken Ranbu one, yet another one of the things I very much enjoy that no one else knows about! I haven’t done one of these art exchanges since the days of livejournal and I have missed it.

I received some watercolors for my birthday and I have really been wanting to play with them so I decided this would be the piece for it!

I had a lot of fun with it and it will help me push myself into sharing the non-ceta art I have floating about. I can’t wait to start another one.

Right after I posted this, Ookanehira dropped for me from the current event, I’m so happy. Good luck post!

Right after that, twitter died! 🙃

[artofsoul1999]

I noticed that I only post ceta art here, so here's some of my other type of work. This is one of my dragon characters, Fu. The idea for him and his entire species sparked from me wanting to draw a redesign of night furies and my recent appreciation for magnificent frigatebirds. I would share the piece showcasing his species's design, but it needs to be updated. What you need to know is that Fu's appearance doesn't actually represent all blue throated bombers. Males tend to have shinier looking feathers with blue throat pouches. Fu lacks the shiny coloration on his feathers and only a patch of his throat pouch is blue. Another thing worth mentioning, he's not very big. His species can only grow as large as a domestic cat.

[derangedhyena-delphinidae]

How fucking disrespectful and cruel do you have to be to mock a trainer who had the audacity to post about being sad on social media? How dare you assume that they’re “flippant and uncaring” because of the crime of *gasp* seeking comfort in food after a tragedy? How dare you assume you know what’s going through the minds of these trainers who have been working with these animals for YEARS? At least let them grieve. You dedicate such a large portion of your life to hating on these people 1/

2/ and making slanderous art of them, when you’ve never even MET them. What a sad way to live. Hate on SeaWorld corporate all you want, they’re the ones who are actually responsible for faults in animal welfare. Don’t slander the trainers who work hard all day to make these animal’s lives better. Truly vile. I’m not even a huge seaworld fan but you’re the kind of person that makes pro-caps call anti-caps crazy. You should be ashamed of yourself.

For one, I take it you didn't see their post.

Second... people who persist in working for a company that exploits both them and the animals they care for are only hurting themselves. Commenting on that sad reality is nothing more, nothing less. And let me get this straight - you've come to my blog to howl about a 3.5 year old picture I drew, with no mind to anything else I do? And aren't going to even acknowledge that since that time (Kayla's death) many more of Seaworld's animals have died, several completely unremarked until Ceta-base brought them to light? With people falling all over themselves to defend that nonsense? Those deaths - and the vile system that the trainers help perpetuate to both cause and obscure them - are far, far greater tragedies than someone being upset I drew a picture. Perhaps the issue is that it so directly touches on one of many problems? Do keep in mind - if many of these trainers' own statements are to be believed (eg the entirety of Hazel McBride's book) they frequently walk away from the animals they claim to care about. All the time. I'm not ashamed in the slightest. I've nothing to be ashamed of.