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Dark Meat Hunter: Picking Up The Trail

So a while back I had this idea about how, in Star Wars, Coruscant has regularly been expieiencing massive food shortages since at least the Clone Wars, and how there’s probably a lot of money to be made hunting the various Mutants, invasive species, escaped zoo specimens and other meat wandering around the bowels of the city.

So, finally, here’s an Illustration of a Dark Meat Hunter at work.

She’s a specialist in the rare ungluates that can be found in small herds in the quieter parts of the city.  Cliff-dwelling mineral lickers were probably brought over for some bourgie table, then promptly escaped and learned to frolick on the less-observed ledges of buildings.  Shy nocturnal creatures, with massive black eyes and eerily quiet hooves come up from the depths on lower-light nights to forage in the undercity dumpsters.

They’re some of the tastiest things running wild through the city, but also a real pain in the ass to find.  If she finds them, however, she can charge top dollar for the meat and hide and bones and entrails and-  well, nothing gets wasted down here.

She’s wearing her clan identification paint- Putting food on people’s tables is hardly a solo operation- she’ll have to take it to a butcher, sell it through a clan stall, and will probably bank her earnings with the clan- who’d trust a government bank down here? They take a cut, but it’s better than getting robbed by rival hunters and being left with nothing at all.  Mess with a hunter, mess with the entire clan.

She is dressed for a variety of weather conditions- it gets cold fast without direct sunlight- and wears reflective Neon stripes that deliniate her silhouette as humanoid to anyone down here.  It’s not really risking her camoflage- here, bright lights help you blend in with the neons- and it prevents other hunters from shooting her on accident because they thought she was a Mutant Sewer Rat in the darkness.

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Stock Pose by PhelanDavion of DeviantArt

Reblogging from my art blog to my main!

I just saw your tag on the post about Lando, and I can’t believe I’ve never run across Lando Calrissian: New Republic Politician in fandom before, because YES, that makes SO MUCH SENSE and would be amazing! I’m really looking forward to seeing how you write Lando in DAV. And just more generally, thanks for being such an awesome person! You bring compassion into the world and joy to a lot of people. That means so much. <3

fialleril:

I am, sadly, pretty unsurprised that I’ve never seen politician!Lando in fandom before, because in general the Star Wars fandom (and the Expanded Universe) seems to characterize Lando largely on the basis of a single statement from Han Solo about him.

Han tells Leia that Lando is a card-player, a gambler, and a scoundrel, and the Expanded Universe took that and absolutely ran with it, and, possibly because of the EU, fandom has taken it as gospel truth, too.

But the thing is, that’s only what Han says about Lando. It’s not at all what we actually see of Lando on screen.

The Lando of ESB is, in a word, responsible. That’s how he characterizes himself, a bit ruefully, and it’s borne out by his actions throughout the movie. He’s clearly been a very successful businessman for a while now, and he’s just as clearly respected and liked by the people of Bespin. He tells Han and Leia that he’s one of the few gas mining operations that’s still independent, and he’s clearly proud of this fact. He’s just as clearly invested in the work that’s being done on Bespin. He doesn’t just own the operation. He very obviously cares about it, and about the people who work for him. His decision to give Han, Leia, and Chewie up to Vader is ultimately an effort to save as many people as he can, made because he knows he’s caught between a rock and a hard place but, no matter how much he cares for Han, he is the administrator of Cloud City and the lives of everyone there are dependent on him. He’s responsible for them, and he’s willing to risk himself to protect his people. Only after he’s done all he can to protect them does he allow himself to try to help Han and co.

And when we see Lando again in ROTJ, he’s joined the Rebellion and been commissioned as a general. A general. For a guy who, so far as we know, has held no prior military rank, and who joined the Alliance maybe a year ago, that says quite a lot. Clearly, he’s committed himself to this rebellion – and he’s proven himself, both as a rebel operative and as a leader. From what we see of his interactions with his fighter squads, the other rebel pilots seem to both like and respect him.

So maybe Han is right, and at one time Lando was a card player, gambler, and scoundrel. But that’s clearly in his past, and the Lando we actually see on screen isn’t a scoundrel at all. He’s a respectable and respected businessman and city administrator, with an impressive military record and quite a few well-placed connections in Alliance leadership. He’s shown a definite aptitude for administration and civic leadership, and always puts the people he serves first even at great risk to himself.

In short, he’s excellent material for political office.

Lando Calrissian for Republic Chancellor 2018.

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If Humans Flirted Like Animals.

are you saying that engagement rings aren’t just cool rocks 

They sloth is my favorite

STORY TIME!

Ok so when I was doing a security job on a college campus, the geology club on said campus was having their mineral and fossil sale (which is where the club gets the vast majority of its funds for the year). They had some really cool shit but their sales techniques were… uh, they were bad, just really terrible. They set up the tables, put all their stuff out, hung a sign up… and then sat there, occasionally mentioning quietly to one or two passersby “Hey we’re having our mineral and fossil sale if you want any.” Very boring, overly factual, not very attention grabbing.

Now I’m a fuckin nerd so I’m all over this shit (the sale was literally a foot away from my security post so I wasn’t even getting in trouble for spending literal hours ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the really cool stuff they had). And me being the type of nerd who must SHARE ALL THE THINGS when I find cool stuff (and who also has 18 years of customer service/retail experience to draw on), I start trying to get some of the literal hundreds of students walking by to get some of the cool things. The club only needed a couple hundred bucks and we were on the largest campus in the state so they should have been making their goal easy but almost no one was biting. So my “must share the thing” nerdiness teamed up with my “must help all the people”-ness and I did my best to pitch in and get them more sales.

Now, it was two days before valentines and a lot of the people walking by were dudes. So I start trying to get them interested with comments like “hey come check out the cool stuff you could get for your bae!”

One group of dudes paused but it didn’t seem like they were gonna stop and get any of the cool things, so I go “No, seriously, chicks dig this shit, you literally cannot go wrong here. There’s fossils and cute little carvings of manta rays and kitties, and literal gemstones here; that box is full of fucking EMERALDS that are 3 for $5. GET. SOME.”

They didn’t believe me that the ladies would go nuts for “a bunch of shiny rocks.” So I decide to prove it to them. And in the most booming voice I can muster (and I can muster quite a bit after a decade of choir classes) and yell “THEY HAVE SHINY ROCKS OVER HERE AND THEY’RE REALLY COOL!”

Literally instantly, three separate groups of ladies look straight at the tables and make a beeline for them, all of them saying some variation of “Wait, did you say shiny rocks? WHERE?! WHAT KIND?! OMG!” Suddenly a dozen or so different gals (and several dudes), who seconds ago were only thinking about getting to class, stopped in their tracks to detour to the table full of shiny rocks. Only two left without buying at least one thing.

The dudes I’d been talking to before were bewildered but convinced, so they start looking for the best shiny rocks they can get to give their SOs. Several of them came back a few days later to inform me that my seemingly ludicrous advice of “get them shiny rocks” had gotten them laid or scored them a date.

So, remember kids, GET THE BAE A SHINY ROCK. That shit WORKS.

“Get the bae a shiny rock” is also the mating call of the entire QuiObi fandom 😂

This post got better the farther I read.

“Get the bae a shiny rock” needs to become a wholly QuiObi reference we need to make them synonymous

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norcumi:

Last night I made a bit of a blunder. I wanted something short and
ridiculous to watch on Netflix, and instead I ended up watching The
Princess Switch. Now, it wasn’t spectacular, but I found it
entertaining (the second-hand embarrassment wasn’t even crippling,
just existent enough for regular pauses). I was however rather
cheesed off that there was one character who was some kind of
background helper figure, implied to be either Santa helping everyone
achieve their Christmas wishes or some kind of benevolent angelic
figure.

Old white dude.

Old white dudes and predestination crap pisses me off, especially
when they’re not clearly coded as Santa or benevolent supernatural
being. Otherwise it’s just creepy.

I was musing about that more this morning, and my brain coughed up a
random comment about how the only old white dude I’d be comfortable
as the mastermind behind a romance is Nate Ford –

then I flashed to @dharmaavocado’s brilliant Star Wars/Leverage crossover
fic (here, here, and here!), and then THIS happened.

Under a cut due to spoilers for The Princess Switch (which you don’t have to know, and if you’re inclined to watch the trailer you’ll basically see all the major scenes inspiring this). Also Rex/Obi shenanigans, and Cody/Vos because that was somehow a thing that happened?

Keep reading

I. Decompression Ch6. Affirmations | Archive of Our Own

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I. Decompression: Affirmations by sanerontheinside

Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Star Wars – All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace

Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Jale Terza (from ReEntry by Flamethrower), Padmé Amidala Mace Windu, Garen Muln, Yoda (Star Wars), Sheev Palpatine, Quarsh Panaka

Additional Tags: the frankenau, Medical stuff, Hurt/Comfort, Mace Windu is Doing His Best, Suspicious Politician is Suspicious, bit parts for the Handmaidens, Yané, Cordé, Sabé, Eirtaé, Teckla Minnau, oh good lord SHEEV is in the TAG in the OFFICIAL TAG oh no, please ao3 please never add Dooku’s ‘canonical’ name to his tag, GLAMNOR DOOKU oh man that’ll be the day

Series: Part 2 of Silent enim leges inter arma

Summary: In which: Mace Windu really enjoys not being Head of the Order for a while, Obi-Wan tries to keep himself too busy to panic, and also Palpatine is creepy af.

Many thanks as always to the wonderful @skyywalkerfen​ and @meggory84​. 

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Fic title: Shadows That Fly Above the Sun

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For This Meme! Thank you for sending this! I had a lot of fun with it!

Star Wars – aka The One Where Obi-Wan Kenobi Time Travels and Finally Fucking Snaps

Obi Wan dies on the Death Star. That’s it. End of story. He wakes up in the Force and gives Luke mystic advice to defeat Vader and save the universe blah, blah blah, etc.

Except he’s not dead. He’s not on the Death Star. He’s not even on fucking Tatooine, and – wait, why don’t his joints creak???

Oh, because he’s sixteen years old again and in his room at the Coruscant Temple.

Cue massive disturbance in the Force. Every force sensitive on planet – trained or not – feels the moment Obi-Wan Kenobi’s extremely strained 

When Obi-Wan finally pulls himself back together – completely ignoring whoever’s pounding on his bedroom door and screaming because that’s Not His Problem – he isn’t quite … right. Not exactly Fallen, that’ll come later. But off kilter, existing slightly to the left of where he’s always been. And he’s got Ideas.

(You don’t shove the mind of a man who’s had everyone he’s ever loved brutally taken away from him into the body of his past self without a few sacrifices. Full mental and moral stability being two such sacrifices.)

But everything’s fine! It’s not like Obi-Wan’s hacks his way into the Jedi Archives, downloads every spec of information on the Sith, and studies it at every opportunity! I mean, he totally doesn’t sneak down into the vaults and activate one of the Sith holocrons! And Obi-Wan definitely doesn’t take ownership of the Sith shrine beneath the temple or put up a neon sign in the Force saying ‘Fuck off Palpatine!!!’ on his front lawn. No, no, sir, he does not.

(Who cares if the Jedi Counsel are getting more suspicious by the day? Or that Qui-Gon’s so stressed he’s phoning fucking Dooku who hasn’t set foot in Republic space in nearly two decades?! Nope, nothing to see here. Please don’t mind Obi-Wan, who’s most likely losing his goddamn mind, but he’s doing it quietly, so that’s fine.)

Oh, sure, Obi-Wan’s holding himself together with nothing but duct tape and paperclips, but everything’s fine! Perfectly, absolutely, positively fine! Nothing suspicious going on with this “””Jedi Padawan”””. Everything. Is. Fine.

Or at least it will be once he’s done.

Fic title meme: Whistle Down the Night

angelqueen04:

For this ask game. Still taking requests.

After separating from Ahsoka in the aftermath of Order 66, Rex goes looking for a way to save his brothers from the hell of being nothing more than meat clankers. He comes across a scientist who is on the run from being conscripted into the Imperial bureaucracy, and saves the scientist from being run down because the whole process gives Rex flashbacks to what Fives went through.

It turns out the scientist, a Twi’lek named Doctor Faesta Snamis, has been experimenting with how sound waves influence technology and the Empire wants to utilize her research by turning it toward military applications. Since Faesta, whom Rex takes to calling “Doc”, refuses to see even more destruction wreaked upon the galaxy (and Ryloth in particular, given that it was devastated by the battles fought over it by the Republic and the Confederacy), she’s been running from not just the Empire, but others too who wish to use her work for destructive means. Rex thinks she’s too idealistic, but feels obliged to help her out (it sticks it to the Empire in some small way, practically the only way he’s managed since he and Ahsoka fled Mandalore). 

So lots of crazy shit happens and Faesta finds a way to use her research to neutralize the chips in the clones’ minds. They do this on a small scale at first, but then Rex starts getting ideas (boy does he get ideas). He, Faesta, and a crack team of clones who are really fucking pissed off at the Empire for turning them into flesh droids, at the Republic for making them slaves in the first place, and the Sith who have taken over, find a way to hack the Holonet and deliver the knockout punch that deactivates the chips and also manages to deliver a message to the various clone units on what’s happened – the Sith have taken over, etc. They are then encouraged to either get out, or, if they want to do something about it, start tearing the Empire down. A few end up taking the first option, completely traumatized and just can’t take it anymore, but the majority are pissed off enough to want to finish what they started.

Essentially, there is a massive military coup. Palpatine and Vader may be powerful, but even the strongest lions can be brought down by the coordinated attack of a hyena pack (or just insert an appropriate GFFA analogy here). Tarkin is found and shot, field execution style, along with a lot of other leading Imperial figures and leaders. 

There are some serious tensions in the aftermath, because the clones are very distrusting of politicians, even the ones with good reputations like Bail Organa and Mon Mothma. As far as many of the clones are concerned, they colluded in keeping the brothers as slaves in a desperate attempt to preserve the Republic, along with the Jedi. 

It’s Faesta who steps up and does her best to talk everyone down. She’s always believed in peace, hoped for better times once the war ended, but found herself in even worse straits as time passed. She may not have the deep understanding of being used as fodder like the clones do, but she knows oppression. She and Rex were the ones who found a way to free the clones from their chains. Now she asks them what they really want to do now that their chains are off and the primary culprits are themselves either dead or fettered in chains of their own? Continue the cycle and thus see more blood spilled, blood of their brothers, blood of innocents? 

Faesta freely admits that there are no real good answers to the shitty situation they’re in. She just asks that the clones, that everyone, look for answers that don’t involve doing their level best to kill one another. 

The story gets left a little open-ended, letting readers decide for themselves how things go. The clones have control at the end, but it’s control by the barrel of a blaster, and hardly sustainable, but they’re just so angry at everyone. Will Faesta’s words be enough to bring peace, when the words of so many others failed?

made up fic title meme, please – “My Speeder is an Autobot: Or What I Did on my Temple Vacation – by Anakin Skywalker, aged 12”

For this meme. Still taking prompts.

Star Wars/Doctor Who/Transformers Crossover.

Obi-Wan doesn’t know if he’ll forgive the alien with the strange ship, and he knows he’s never going to forget what was supposed to be a two week leave for him and Anakin to settle into things after Qui-Gon’s death.

Especially since he’s spent that last two years having to teach a Padawan without the benefit of Temple support, the Republic, or anything resembling a schedule. They have acquired yet another alien being that is some form of mechanical being, accidentally broke the strange ship (and repaired it again, because this is Anakin), had an unpleasant and too personal encounter with a potential future, and also accidentally acquired a not-dead (not-Jedi) version of Qui-Gon before the idiot could get himself killed by a pissed off Sith Lord who looked terrifyingly like the newly-elected Chancellor Palpatine.

And as far as the Jedi are concerned, they’ve only been gone for half their two-week leave.

At least the Council is willing to accept being handed a stack of hand-written journals on flimsy, introduced to Anakin’s new speeder, and given a brief verbal report on how they have Qui-Gon with them before they let Obi-Wan go have a minor breakdown of moving parts in his fresher. And a nap. In his own bed. Possibly for a week.