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I know a place where no one's lost I know a place where no one cries Crying at all is not allowed Not in my castle on a cloud

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Sisters 🏳️‍⚧️

The humidity on Pabu makes Sister’s hair a hassle to wear loose so she’s often seen in two braids. Omega wants to match, but she’s never braided hair before.

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[LOUD DISGUSTING SNORING]

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first day at school 🚀

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Thank you. 

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You wouldn't believe how long Leon has had this one tucked away. Until recently, it had been virtually collecting dust on her procreate app without anyone to admire its craftsmanship. I now have the grand privilege of posting it to our wonderful chaos site 😁 I think you'll all really enjoy the Domino Twins in this 10 panel story! K, that's all, see ya later👋

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@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf you mentioned a mudskipper. I googled wtf was this. Google gave me them

I can't unsee it since.

@lonewolflupe @eobe @eclec-tech

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Darknes on Umbara

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Fish fear him, women (and men) want him

Also shamelessly letting you know my commissions are open^^

Edit: commissions are closed. Y'all are awesome thank you^^

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real to me ‼️

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omega

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sort of headcanons? but also excuses to draw clone tiddies 🚶🏻

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hes starving its not his fault

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May the fourth be with you!!! 💫✨

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Don't imagine Rex quietly fixing a younger clone’s armor after hours, muttering, "you gotta take better care of yourself, kid," while he polishes each scratch like it’s sacred.

Don't imagine Fives trying to teach shinies how to play cards, cheating outrageously so they win, whooping and hollering like they’re champions of the galaxy, and slipping a few credits into their pockets when no one's looking.

Don't imagine Cody staying up all night after a tough battle because he's personally stitching medals of bravery into the empty bunks of fallen troopers, so when they’re remembered, they’re remembered right.

Don't imagine Hardcase giving away his dessert rations to any clone who looks even remotely sad, acting like it’s a prank or a dare so no one knows he’s doing it out of love.

Don't imagine Echo re-learning how to shoot left-handed after his injury, stubbornly, painstakingly, so he can teach other injured clones that they’re not broken — just different.

Don't imagine Jesse carving tiny little messages into the walls of every base they’re stationed at. Messages like "501st were here. We fought. We lived." like he's trying to leave proof they mattered.

Don't imagine Dogma leaving tiny notes in people's lockers that just say "you’re doing good." "you’re brave." "I believe in you." — and then feeling too shy to admit it was him.

Don't imagine Wolffe pretending to be annoyed when Boost and Sinker sneak stray animals into the barracks, but secretly building a little hidden shelter for them behind the hangar.

Don't imagine Kix memorizing the medical charts of every single brother in his battalion — birthdays, allergies, old injuries — because he doesn’t trust the GAR systems to care enough (and he's 30000% right).

Don't imagine Tup tending to a tiny makeshift garden in the middle of a warzone with whatever seeds and scraps he can find, because "something’s gotta grow, sir."

Don't imagine Rex carrying every goodbye letters and notes he never got to say or give tucked in the seams of his armor or in a chest under his bed — every brother he couldn’t save, every friend he couldn’t reach — and still standing up the next morning because someone has to lead, and if not him, then who?

Don't imagine Waxer carrying around a crumpled, dirty drawing of Numa from Ryloth in a hidden pocket inside his armor, smoothing it out and smiling every time he feels like the war is eating him alive.

Don't imagine Boil pretending to grumble about it but secretly checking the drawing too, mouthing, "stay safe, little one," before every mission because part of his heart never left Ryloth.

Don't imagine Bly sketching little comic strips in the margins of his field reports to make Aayla laugh during debriefings — and still carrying the last one he never got to show her, tucked inside his chest plate.

Don't imagine Colt teaching his new ARC trainees how to properly tie a tourniquet and lecturing them seriously, but at the end quietly handing each of them a little lucky charm, like an old Republic credit or a braided cord, "for good luck, kid."

Don't imagine Appo still wearing a piece of Fives' blue paint on his armor as a "tradition" without telling anyone where it came from or why it matters so much.

Don't imagine Fox locking himself in his office after long shifts guarding Coruscant because he can’t stand seeing the brothers’ faces when they look at him like he’s a stranger now — so he sits in the dark and listens to the old 501st comms chatter recordings, just to feel something again.

Don't imagine Jesse and Kix starting a stupid prank war in the barracks where they replace each other's ration packs with terrible "mystery meat," laughing until Rex threatens to demote them — but Kix sneaks Rex a spiked caf packet later as revenge.

Don't imagine Tup painting tiny flowers on the inside of his helmet where no one can see them, tiny bursts of color against the cold plastoid — because he wants to carry beauty into battle even if no one else knows.

Don't imagine Dogma standing at the memorial wall and reading every single name out loud, even the ones he never knew, because he thinks someone should.

Don't imagine Waxer and Boil talking about "after the war" plans, like opening a repair shop on Ryloth, taking in lost kids, making sure no one else has to grow up the way they did — and laughing about it like it could actually happen.

Don't imagine Fives pulling a prank so chaotic that even Rex laughs — real, loud, helpless laughter — and Fives looking absolutely stunned before grinning like he'd just been handed the whole galaxy.

Don't imagine Rex tracing the scars on his hands sometimes without realizing, as if he’s trying to memorize every mistake, every battle, every time he almost didn’t make it — and then closing his fist around them like a promise to keep going.

Don't imagine Kix secretly saving every "thank you" note the boys have ever given him — crumpled sticky notes, bad handwriting, a piece of torn armor that just says "thanks doc" — tucked into his med kit like the most valuable supplies he owns.

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I’m sorry but Cassian’s entire character arc being ‘I never wanted this’ and then STILL choosing to die for a cause he didn’t believe in until it was carved into him by loss is one of the most devastating and powerful things Star Wars has ever done.

Because Cassian isn’t a chosen one.

He’s not some idealistic hero who woke up one day dreaming about saving the galaxy.

He’s a survivor. He’s a kid who lost everything before he even understood what it meant to have something. A kid who learned that survival sometimes means hiding, stealing, running, doing awful things just to see another sunrise. He never wanted to be a symbol. He didn’t dream about revolution. He dreamed about living. About slipping through the cracks unnoticed. About maybe, maybe finding a life that didn’t hurt so much to hold.

And the galaxy never let him have that.

It took from him. Again. And again. And again. Until he was raw inside, all sharp edges and grief. Until loss wasn’t something that happened once — it was something he carried.

And still — when the moment came — when there was no reward, no safety, no future promised — Cassian Andor chose to fight. He chose to believe in something bigger than himself knowing it would destroy him. He stood on Scarif with sand in his wounds, blood in his mouth and hope carved into his chest like a scar, and a "if I die, at least it will mean something."

He didn’t do it for glory. He didn’t even do it for victory. He did it because after a lifetime of being dragged by a broken galaxy, he realized he could drag it back, even if only a little. Even if only for a moment.

Cassian’s story isn’t about destiny. It’s about choice. About choosing to be part of something when you’ve spent your entire life running from everything. About carrying the rebellion in his body, in his bones, when there was nothing left to believe in but the hope that someone, someday, might live in a galaxy that didn’t break kids like him.

And if that’s not the most heart-shattering, beautiful thing this universe has ever given us, I don’t know what is.

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rain season