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What do you think they’re talking about?
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“What are you looking at?”
“You—”
“How is it that your flirting with the enemy is so much more nuanced.”
“— and your truly impressive struggle with the flimsicoder’s charger.”
“Be my guest if you think you can do better, Obi-Wan.”
“And rob myself of the entertainment? I’d never.”
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for @thetorontokid and @jedishadowolf
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having online friends is so fun! but watch out! the distinse......
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Reading a fic where Waxer's facial hair is called a "soul patch" and then wondering at the history of the word
In English, the name comes from jazz/soul musicians. Supposedly, they often wore it because it was more comfortable to play instruments like the trumpet when the skin there wasn't irritated by shaving or covering in stubble
Which implies that in the gffa this type of facial hair would be called
(Sorry-not-sorry for saying this)
A "jizz patch"
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frostbitebakery · 2 days
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Y E A H
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LOUD.
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“How do you not trip,” Obi-Wan signs, eyes moving in disbelief over all the straps hanging off Quinlan. “Or get caught on everything in existence.”
Quinlan inspects his nails, noting with dismay the paint starting to chip in some places. “That’s the difference between you and me, my friend. I can make this look effortless.”
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“Please,” he thinks, boulder lodged in his throat. Grits his teeth and pulls harder on the strap. “Please, don’t fight it. I’m sorry.”
I understand.
It’s as silent as a plasma blast to his head. A whisper through the Force and he wants to weep.
Lora finally, finally loses their grip on consciousness, their connection to the Force fighting Quinlan, and, with a vicious twist by Quin’s hands, on life.
“Impressive,” Ventress says, bringing her hands together in a slow clap. “Jedi Shadows really are made of sterner stuff than the rest. Well,” she grins, kicks the Nautolan’s body dismissively, “some more than others, at least.”
The urge to throw up rises steadily.
He’s delivered Lora right to her. He’s broken the Code. All of it. Everything. He’s broken everything. Proving his loyalty is pounding bolts in his head and being. He’s sacrificed a friend, a Jedi, for a mission that may or may not be successful. To be accepted by Dooku’s circle and destroy the CIS from within. He’s killing to bring peace and it’s absurd.
If this works, he can’t ever tell Obi-Wan how he got the intel. If this even works and he doesn’t lose himself along the way…
The Galaxy is drenched in despair and he can’t stay afloat. He can’t do this. He can’t— He needs the others. He needs their Light to find his own, the Temple, their home, around him. He needs to go home—
“Litte Shadow, tell me, who was your Master?”
He’s lost already, hasn’t he.
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*Sliding credits over to you for more of your shadow Jedi Obi-Wan series because it's my new and current obsession*
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:D Okay, this is rough but! Here you go!
“I’m here,” Mace says, reaching out to him. “We’re all here.”
Obi-Wan gasps, breaching through the water air light.
They embrace him, pull him closer and lending him strength.
Gentle claws push the hair out of his face. Master Koon. “Where are you, child?”
It takes too long to orient himself, priorities convulsing and twisting. “Coruscant. Almost there,” he taps, the Force carrying him upwards, closer to them as they all pull him closer. He’s so grateful they received his message and searched for him in the Force and their connection to each other. They’re his family—
Cody betrayed him.
It screams inside him, outside him.
“Something is wrong,” he manages to project. Cody betrayed him.
It hurts, hurts so deeply, throbbing spikes driven into his lungs. But there must be a reason. There must be a reason. Palpatine must hold something over Cody’s head, must force his hand with threats.
Cody’s loyalty is defined by his sense of duty, his unbreakable will to see the clones reach the other side of the war, by the people he loves.
Whatever Palpatine threatens him with… Obi-Wan will find a way to help him.
“Obi-Wan.”
He lets them sink into his memory, too weak to project or sign.
“Obi-Wan.”
They all will help. The Jedi will stop this war and put an end to Palpatine—
“Obi-Wan!”
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“Now, who are you?”
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The walls slam down around him, rushing by him up and down, caving him in, and he cries out, chokes out, as the Force is cut out of him.
Cody lets his hand fall back to the cot, Force suppression cuff clinking against the railing.
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Last Line Challenge
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 
Thanks for the tag, @frostbitebakery! :D I haven't written anything new lately, so here's a snippet of an image. I think the last thing I did was blur this area.
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No-pressure tags: @coline7373 @greenharrow @lizardberries @sexysmeagolshitposting @oriki-miitad @lyntergalactic
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“I didn’t know where else to go.”
Fox gestures roughly in the eastern direction. “The Temple maybe? Your home?”
Instead of the cramped barracks where Fox, admittedly, has his own room due to being a Commander. He can touch both walls when he stretches enough. Still more space than he had on Kamino but having his own room means he can cry and jerk off in peace and solitude.
Quinlan looks awful. Red puffy eyes and the grey side of pale.
“Are you dying?” Fox asks just to make sure. He about cleared his schedule for five whole hours of shuteye. He can’t deal with a dead Jedi on top of everything else. He should notify Quinlan of his time management. “I can’t deal with a dead Jedi on top of everything else.”
Quinlan starts crying at that. Dark eyes going soulful and welling up until the tears spill over.
Fox hauls him inside before any of the men see… all of this. He stifles a sigh because that’s the polite thing to do but also Quinlan crying is ringing every alarm bell Fox possesses.
The Jedi is too happy-go-lucky, too unflappable. Too charming and his dry wit, the terrible jokes, the calmness when they’re alone—
Fox shakes his head and sits Quinlan down on his bed. “Who died.”
“Lora.”
“I don’t know who that is.” He should’ve expressed his condolences first, probably. He’s a problem solver, though. Empty words can follow later.
Quinlan sighs, wet and like what Fox said was funny. He leans back, head bumping against the wall, and doesn’t look at Fox. “Few knew who they were.” His eyes land on the ceiling, the corner by the door. Fingers move subtly and Fox hears the corresponding creak of the ancient camera as it’s moved.
“I disabled that on day two of arriving here.”
“I thought you were quicker than that.”
Fox fishes the stool from under his desk and places himself between Quinlan and the door. “I was busy on the first day with onboarding.” He chooses his next words carefully. “Do I need to arrest somebody or help bury somebody?”
Quinlan snorts. Bare fingertips rubbing Fox’s blanket like he’s looking for something. “I killed Lora,” he whispers eventually.
Huh. “My condolences.”
No, wait. Fox is going about this wrong but Quinlan is already laughing, sad hiccups included.
He lets him laugh and cry some more, lets him crawl under the blanket, back to the wall.
“You should talk to the Jedi. Or,” Fox snaps his fingers, “what’s-their-face. The one who’s boning my batch mate.”
“Curiously enough,” Quinlan answers into Fox’s pillow, disappearing under Fox’s blanket, “that doesn’t narrow it down.”
“We’re all horny freaks,” Fox dismisses, swings his legs onto the bed. “You pictured someone though so that’s who you should talk to about this mess.”
“You aren’t asking why I did it?”
He’s actually dying of curiosity but Quinlan looks like he needs some rest more than the interrogation Fox would turn this into. “I have watch. You sleep.”
LOUD.
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“How do you not trip,” Obi-Wan signs, eyes moving in disbelief over all the straps hanging off Quinlan. “Or get caught on everything in existence.”
Quinlan inspects his nails, noting with dismay the paint starting to chip in some places. “That’s the difference between you and me, my friend. I can make this look effortless.”
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“Please,” he thinks, boulder lodged in his throat. Grits his teeth and pulls harder on the strap. “Please, don’t fight it. I’m sorry.”
I understand.
It’s as silent as a plasma blast to his head. A whisper through the Force and he wants to weep.
Lora finally, finally loses their grip on consciousness, their connection to the Force fighting Quinlan, and, with a vicious twist by Quin’s hands, on life.
“Impressive,” Ventress says, bringing her hands together in a slow clap. “Jedi Shadows really are made of sterner stuff than the rest. Well,” she grins, kicks the Nautolan’s body dismissively, “some more than others, at least.”
The urge to throw up rises steadily.
He’s delivered Lora right to her. He’s broken the Code. All of it. Everything. He’s broken everything. Proving his loyalty is pounding bolts in his head and being. He’s sacrificed a friend, a Jedi, for a mission that may or may not be successful. To be accepted by Dooku’s circle and destroy the CIS from within. He’s killing to bring peace and it’s absurd.
If this works, he can’t ever tell Obi-Wan how he got the intel. If this even works and he doesn’t lose himself along the way…
The Galaxy is drenched in despair and he can’t stay afloat. He can’t do this. He can’t— He needs the others. He needs their Light to find his own, the Temple, their home, around him. He needs to go home—
“Litte Shadow, tell me, who was your Master?”
He’s lost already, hasn’t he.
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II just LOVE your art and writing, and have Head Checked on regular reading rotation when I need a pick me up. So I was so delighted to see a new series of vignettes in a new AU. Is the LOUD AU going to be published as one fic on AO3?
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Kicking my legs here heheh thank you 💜💜💜 I’m really happy IGMHC brings you so much joy!
LOUD is, hm. The vignettes are certainly connected but I don’t think I’ll polish it all up to make a cohesive, coherent fic for it? When I get more artwork actually finished instead of running from WIP to WIP, I’ll probably post what I have to AO3 so it’s archived.
I’m hesitating to even think of posting what I’ve written to AO3 though, to be honest. I don’t want people to think they’ll get a fleshed out, clear fic when clicking the link.
We shall see! But the finished artworks will get their own story post so I don’t middle up the other art post works.
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@omaano sometimes the hair does take hours and multiple tries. You know how sometimes you just can’t draw the thing although you draw the thing all the time?? That hair being one of those things.
Maybe I should try that. Detail the eyes and the rest is sketchy and blobby 🤔 would be good practice and also getting over my fears of everything having to be perfect.
Also, thank you 🥹 that means so much to me! I love your style and your bold lines and colors.
Love your art work, especially how you draw Obi wan! You draw him so perfect, what is the process of drawing him?
Thank you so much 🥹 This made me so happy 💜
Hm, my process is very much the devil is in the details.
But above all:
Reference pictures.
It all starts with an idea in what situation I want to put Obi-Wan this time. Either clothes, pose, or a movie screencap with an expression where I’m like, oh hell yeah let’s make him cry 🫶
After that it’s figuring out what I actually want to draw and the sketching begins. During which a backstory develops that helps me with the details to ground him more.
For AU deranged Sithywan where he wreaks havoc with evil!Cody, I wanted him evil looking (unlike IGMHC Sithywan where I wanted a sweet smile with the Sith eyes doing all the work for me to make him unsettling). I found a scene in Beginners where he’s rather sweet and bashful looking, and has a slight smile. Good enough.
I changed the eyes so he’s looking in the other direction and up, and then had some more fun fucking him up. So it ended but like this:
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After putting more effort into the sketching to actual lineart, I put down base colors. Usually I roughly shade the face so I got some light direction, and then it’s Hair Time. I put hours into his hair. I want it soft and fluffy and I need it perfect.
Once the hair is done, I turn to my first love: shading eyes. It’s just so much fun and if I could get away with it (meaning if I really just stopped in the middle) I’d draw eyes all day long and the rest of the art would be sketch lines and color blobs.
In the end it’s the years and years of experience I’ve gathered that shape the result. The process just happened along the way.
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And Gooey-Wan Nonny! I got your ask, too! More pees reacting to nightmare slush is going to be fun :D
De-aged!Obi-Wan Nonny, I got your ask! Gimme a bit and oh yeah, we’ll see Cody’s mental breakdown 2: Electric Boogaloo!
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I cannot explain enough how amazing your art is! Each piece is phenomenal in the detail, the expressions, the little touches, the use of color & shading. I could stare at them for hours.
The Commanders in The Unlucky Ones?! The entire story you manage to convey with one drawing for each of them?
Your Quinlan Vos drawing slays me every time I see it. Yes, he's breathtakingly gorgeous but also! The incredible attitude conveyed by the head tilt?! The absolute badass strength & competency he displays?! Amazing! Most of all, the specific gold used for his markings is perfection. The glaring yellow you see everywhere is appalling. Your absolutely perfect shade of gold against his skin is stunning! Thank you for sharing your talent!
Nonny 💜💜💜 Thank you so much heeeeeeh 💜💜💜
With Quinlan, I thought, yes, alright, cool, yellow. And, usually, I am rather anal-retentive about keeping details like that in their canon appearance (we ignore the fact the shoulder markings are on his left arm, not the right one like in the loud!Quin WIP lol I’ll change that and tattoo the shoulder guard sun image there instead) but, well, I thought, metallic almost gold would be a better fit for my style’s version of him? I quite like it like that so I kept it.
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De-aged!Obi-Wan Nonny, I got your ask! Gimme a bit and oh yeah, we’ll see Cody’s mental breakdown 2: Electric Boogaloo!
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LOUD.
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“How do you not trip,” Obi-Wan signs, eyes moving in disbelief over all the straps hanging off Quinlan. “Or get caught on everything in existence.”
Quinlan inspects his nails, noting with dismay the paint starting to chip in some places. “That’s the difference between you and me, my friend. I can make this look effortless.”
.
“Please,” he thinks, boulder lodged in his throat. Grits his teeth and pulls harder on the strap. “Please, don’t fight it. I’m sorry.”
I understand.
It’s as silent as a plasma blast to his head. A whisper through the Force and he wants to weep.
Lora finally, finally loses their grip on consciousness, their connection to the Force fighting Quinlan, and, with a vicious twist by Quin’s hands, on life.
“Impressive,” Ventress says, bringing her hands together in a slow clap. “Jedi Shadows really are made of sterner stuff than the rest. Well,” she grins, kicks the Nautolan’s body dismissively, “some more than others, at least.”
The urge to throw up rises steadily.
He’s delivered Lora right to her. He’s broken the Code. All of it. Everything. He’s broken everything. Proving his loyalty is pounding bolts in his head and being. He’s sacrificed a friend, a Jedi, for a mission that may or may not be successful. To be accepted by Dooku’s circle and destroy the CIS from within. He’s killing to bring peace and it’s absurd.
If this works, he can’t ever tell Obi-Wan how he got the intel. If this even works and he doesn’t lose himself along the way…
The Galaxy is drenched in despair and he can’t stay afloat. He can’t do this. He can’t— He needs the others. He needs their Light to find his own, the Temple, their home, around him. He needs to go home—
“Litte Shadow, tell me, who was your Master?”
He’s lost already, hasn’t he.
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