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I remade some older SW ocs!!

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I remade some older SW ocs!!

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Do you do commissions? I LOVE the way you draw characters with lekku ;;-;;

Hi!! I don’t do commissions at the moment, but I do plan on opening them up soon!! To keep up with announcements on the subject, I’d recommend you follow my twitter (https://twitter.com/hekate_art) since I’m not active here anymore <3

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I’ve only come back here to say that the first and only reference sheet I made for Val got reposted to Pinterest. What I’m feeling right now is unimaginable sadness and anger; If you follow me and you reposted my art, I am convinced you have no respect for me nor other online artists. For the lack of nicer, ‘prettier’ words: fuck you. 

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For the new followers and notes: I don't post here anymore cause I despise Disney and find the sw universe constricting. I make my own stuff over at my twitter @ hekate_art

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Hi, I'm in love with cui, a cutie 20000%, would love more art of ur star wars ocs owowwo

hey!! thank you <3!!!  i actually don’t use this blog very much anymore or draw cui / val in sw contexts, as my special interest in the franchise has kinda burnt out. however, i may post the occasional cui at my art blog @hekate-art or my twitter @ https://twitter.com/hekate_art

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literally anything to get that fucking obi wan shitpost out of my notes

might start super lowkey posting here again

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might start super lowkey posting here again

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Another tidbit of Mando lore;

Mandalorians quickly figured out that Jedi mostly view blaster fire as “fun lightsaber practice”.

During the Mando-Jedi wars, they dealt with this in characteristically practical fashion; they used slugthrowers (aka ordinary firearms) instead, because if a Jedi tries to deflect a regular bullet, what happens is “A bunch of bullet shrapnel to the Jedi’s face.”

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100% QUALITY CANON CONTENT, YOU CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND

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The biggest loss from the old Star Wars Extended Universe becoming non-canon is that we lost Atton Rand, a character who canonically thinks about fucking all the time so Jedi will stop reading his mind.

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Star Wars: The Clone Wars Season 7

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fox looks like a fast food worker being yelled at by an angry suburban mom

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🖊 + Val i need more 💛

“I need more! More than just this!”

Cereyn Saerai looked up from her game of Dejarik she was supposed to be playing with Val, but was instead left waiting as she fumed.

“More than what? Elaborate.” Saerai sighed in her thick, brogue accent. “I’m not a mind reader, you know this.”

“More than indentured servitude.” Val growled, pacing the length of Saerai’s quarters, avoiding stepping on vines trailing from hanging pots. She whirled to face the general, hands gesturing wildly. “Don’t try and tell me you never wanted more than… than this cloistered life. I know you,” she walked forward as something stabbed sharp through her chest. “You raised me as your daughter- I know you.”

Saerai’s pale green gaze tugged back up to Val’s face at her urgent tone. “While I don’t enjoy all the perils of my occupation,” she muttered, leaning over the game board and moving Val’s piece against her own - she was winning, of course. “I enjoy fulfillment. While I see that you do not.”

Val sighed in exasperation. “I’m sworn in for life. I’m a Jedi Knight!” She laughed a bit, but she felt a cold stone in her stomach at the words. “But I feel nothing for this! Not for the council, or the other Knights, or the Order itself!” Her voice was rising and brazen, her anger mounting. “This is empty work. There is nothing I want from this. I can’t even help people! All I do is push a war that slaughters and entraps millions!”

Dropping in front of the Dejarik board, she moodily pushed her Kintan strider against Saerai’s Molator, watching the two beasts battle it out. The Molator disintegrated, Saerai making a frustrated noise as she realized that Val had won. Val didn’t share in her enthusiasm for the game, looking up at the Caorann glumly. “When you grew up, did you want to be a Jedi?”

Saerai snorted so hard Val thought she had choked, the Master laughing her strangely comfortable bray. “Stars, no. No.” She slapped her thigh with another laugh. “I wanted to be a pit fighter, Val. You should have seen me.” The general reclined on her cushion, leaning on her elbow to look up at her plants. “I could take down Caorann the size of small cruisers with hardly a sweep of my leg. I was revered, Val. Until one day, I managed to make a fruit I wanted fly.” Her voice, for a fleeting moment, seemed angry and bitter.

The general paused, touching one trailing branch. “Then the Knights whisked me away into the mountains and taught me until I got some sense knocked into my thick skull. Then I came here, and I met Ram, and I got you.” Saerai sat up, leaning on the board with a wry smile. “So, I dare say that things worked out.”

Val couldn’t find one of her own, and her master saw it.

“Up,” Saerai demanded, rounding the board and pulling Val to her feet by her elbow. “Let’s get food, and go find something for you to do. You’ve gotten into more trouble when you’ve been still than when Cui put you to it.”