Rex Disappearing Into This Ominous Ahhh Fog Was So Extra Of Him Like Where Does He Think He’s Going

Bit of something I noticed when I watched the "Outpost" way back...

Mayday has the exact same character as Clone Wars Hunter.

Someone who's irritable, someone who is snarky towards command, lightly mocking, seems to operate better in the midst of battle or once the "Worst has come to pass", and someone who's used to surviving against bad conditions.

( And of course, someone who cares for his brothers, and tends to adopt the odd-ones-out no matter how they got there )

And he can match Crosshair snark to snark, which TCWs Hunter did too.

Hell if it turns out he likes the Thrill of Extreme Sports (Looking at you Hunter, and skysurfing without a parachute on that flying Lizard), he might as well be Hunter.

... At least, Clone Wars Hunter.

Something that should be pointed out about the differences between TBB Hunter and TCWs Hunter.

Remember Echo's situation? He was turned into a weapon. That weapon was used against Thousands of Troops, possibly more than that. Thousands died, more so than anything under Crosshair's record. While its clear he wasn't in his right mind, or really any mind at all, he was forgiven about it.

Yes, there was some doubts and mistrust, yes, Hunter was distressed as hell about it all--more vocally than anyone else, really.

( TCWs Hunter seems to make it a point to be distressed about everything except when he's on his own or only with his team. )

--But it was Hunter who offered Echo a spot on the team (with of course Team backing). Hunter who saw an odd brother out, and kept him.

And Mayday did that for Crosshair. ( For a little while, at least. )

... Could you say that TBB Hunter would do the same? Did do the same?

TBB Hunter seems to be the kind of character who does an awful lot of running away.

Where Mayday went back for bodies, and TCWs Hunter faced danger head on.

Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.

the first ever drawings of eidami's (my oc) parents!!

their names are jaig and dul naak.

jaig was born mandalorian and has a diving bird aliik that dul took when they got married. they exchanged knives instead of vambraces because dul sees their armor as something that's almost sacred due to their past.

dul and jaig are both the type to commit to a bit or, in the case of their armors, a theme. jaig went with a bird theme and dul with their half and half.

dul's armor is a past and present, a representation of where they've been, their past and the destruction that defined it, and their present, a regrowth and happiness despite all of that.

jaig's armor is more rooted in mandalorian color meanings (or what I could find of them). the black base is for justice against the empire. and he has feathers all over in red (honoring a parent/parents), orange (shereshoy/lust for life - he has this for dul), green (duty - mainly for his kids, eidami and um'noeh, but also for what he feels is his duty to help get rid of the empire), and he has a few in gray (remembrance - for his first love).

they adopted eidami in 14 bby when she was 1 year old. and then they got um'noeh (who's actually very important to her family's story despite the fact I haven't drawn her too much) around 5 bby. they got separated not too long after that and jaig and dul were looking for their kids ever since.

i love tank force 99

Heh. Not yet…

[Infiltrating a Separatist base]

Battle Droid 1: Intruders!

Battle Droid 2: How did they get in?!

Anakin: In-tru-da window!

It’s been a while since cared about a M/F ship but these guys are the best

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

...I just needed a default color ref. Probably could have made it simpler.

Now, should I design them faces or just keep them always in masks?