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cohlumbo · 2 months
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Why was she out there? Running game, likely.
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jewishcissiekj · 1 month
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Star Wars Adventures Ashcan - written by Landry Q. Walker with art by Derek charm | exclusive SDCC 2017 issue, reprinted in Star Wars Adventures, Volume 1: Heroes of the Galaxy
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kittyhasskittles · 2 months
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Maul out here collecting Apprentice's like Pokemon cards (Izzy (oc) is his latest attempt)
But she has a weakness for cats.
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daily-loth-cat · 1 year
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dailykugisaki · 4 months
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Day Seventy | id in alt
Desensitization, to become a better sorcerer.
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o-wise-corvid · 3 months
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Dathomir Daily
Thal’mālin (Soulskin)
- The ceremony where a young Zabrak is granted their tattoos, which are called the same thing.
- The process is in no way painful and is instead one of deep meaning and togetherness with their family.
- Traditionally, Nightbrothers have gathered mushling pods mixed with bone dust from their first hunt for their ceremonies and Nightsisters have acquired a piece of the Sleeper for theirs. Other clans have their own special ingredient that is unique only to their clan. This leads to tattoos varying in appearance such as in color, pattern, thickness, motifs, etc.
- A chalice is prepared, whether this be a permanent structure that is big enough to hold a person or one constructed, like a tub. This is filled with water and then the ink mixture is slowly stirred in.
- At the point when the water begins to glow a green or sometimes cyan hue, it is ready for the person to step in and be submerged.
- Most are dressed only so far as to preserve basic modesty so that the waters may reach all of their skin. Some forgo even that.
- When submerged, a parent usually holds the hand of the person, who is usually a juvenile. Their arm is partially submerged and it will be changed to show that their child reached this stage in their life, as this is important for them too, to have raised a child to survive their trial.
- Patterns begin to become more solid and clear on the skin with time; these will subtly change over the course of the person’s life to reflect milestones and important moments. Emotions and additions to family. Losses. But the basic pattern will remain the same. Tattoos among Nightbrothers are usually black or a deeper shade of their own skin color, but Nightsisters have traditionally sported more minimalist tattoos in purple, black, blue and even gold.
- In the total dark, these tattoos are bioluminescent and usually glow the color of a person’s eyes. Though they can change color and brightness to indicate mood. This is also unique to the individual.
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nightsister-juisid · 2 years
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Therapy isn’t enough, I want to fight all the people who treat Maul as a misogynist to praise Ahsoka, during the Mandalore fight, or any other female character 
Maul is DATHOMIRIAN, why they would even think about him looking down on a woman when his culture is a matriarchy, where they teach the males to follow and respect their fellow women? Also, have you seen how he talks about the nightsisters? He respects them, he admires them and talks about them everytime someone asks about his origin or about Dathomir (In rebels it is mostly seen this).
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Also, because of his mother and culture he even is a misandrist to a certain extent. He treats most males as pawns or garbage 💀 and kept as his allies (or tentative allies) most of the time, female characters (Rook Kast was the only one who knew they were going to flee mandalore, for example) and in comics and legends he lets women get more closer to him than the males. Just remember how Kilindi and Daleen caressed his horns and he let them without problem! But he never let his guard down when a man was around!
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soryualeksi · 5 months
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I honestly think we've reached absolute Pit Social Media when the images of deceased infants get meme-ed around because "lololol IT looks so stupid IT looks so fake IT is obviously a doll haha let's have some fun here hahaha". And they know dead bodies only from how they're made to look in movies OR maybe open-casket funerals where a mortician worked their ass off for the family to have a pretty corpse to say their goodbyes to.
I. Honestly.
I can't even wrap my mind around how devoid of humanity some people are. All of this has really opened my eyes about the people around me.
Tell them - and they don't even know what death looks like - that a real human person in distress is "actually an actor/a prop/a doll" and they're meme-ing the shit out of anh atrocity.
That's how corpses become internet fun memes. A big party for everyone. Because we're upholding CiViLiSaTiOn here and sHoWiNg ThEm TeRroRiStS.
As a kid, I was stupid enough to ask myself, how could anyone stand by when the Holocaust happen.
Now I know the people around us wouldn't only stand by, they would cheerfully join in AND make socmed memes about it. Because "hahaha those aren't real people, it's all a big movie stage - and if they were real, they'd DESERVE it".
I can't go back to seeing people like I did before.
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soaricarus · 3 months
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ultrakill is fun actually
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millioncat · 9 months
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How long do we think/know does it take to fly from the island to the mainland?
I need the exact time Regis had to come up with an excuse and choosing to come up with THAT
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reactionimagesdaily · 2 years
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nonbinaryaubrey · 1 year
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she is getting into the most insane sweetheart discourse on some forum right now.
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jewishcissiekj · 4 months
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Asajj in Jedi robes we need so much more of you
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Star Wars: Republic #60 | The Lightsaber Collection
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futurefind · 17 days
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//Funniest pseudo-hc intersection of Sa's dumbassery and immersion in supernatural bs is. Atp just not even bothering to question when someone (even human) just fucking bites her. Is it bc they're flirting, stimming, and/or just wanting to taste where she falls on the spectrum from 'completely normal human' to 'super magic mage'? Some secret fourth thing? Yes.
It's not Sa's problem shrug 🤷
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daily-loth-cat · 1 year
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o-wise-corvid · 1 year
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Dathomir Daily
Feral peeked out of his hiding spot, careful not to strain his neck. He was still so sore and he feared his voice would never be the same. Feral had always been soft spoken. But he’d not been able to get louder than a whisper since… well, he’d rather not dwell on it. He’d been in a selection before but… that one was much, much different.
The ship that thrummed across the horizon toward him wasn’t like anything he’d seen before. It was all angles, like a blade cutting through the air. It was Savage. Feral knew that. But why had it been so long? Months had gone by, an entire season. What might’ve kept him? Was it the Nightsister? He couldn’t remember her name. Maybe she’d decided to produce a child. Thank the goddess Savage was still alive after that…
The ship landed, the wings to either side of pointed helm folding upward, blasting Feral’s cliffside hideaway with coarse sand and hot wind. He tucked his head behind his arm, shielding his eyes from the debris. And then it was quiet again.
“Brother!”
Feral grinned. He darted out from behind the outcropping that shielded his simple little living space from eyes and weather… and froze. There were two.
Feral’s hearts clenched in his chest and he swallowed painfully, one hand reaching to rub the red band tattooed about his left bicep. Datho. Red. Like this other brother. Savage could see his confusion and possibly his hurt. The bigger Zabrak lumbered over to him and bent low, locking horns with Feral. They stood there for a moment, the stranger watching with curiously sharp eyes.
“Feral. This is Maul.” Savage turned to his smaller much smaller companion. “Maul… you have two brothers.”
The red Zabrak’s eyes widened and then seemed to appraise Feral with a new respect. He didn’t speak. Only inclined his head, shifting one foot that wined peculiarly when he moved it.
“Come,” Savage said excitedly. He clapped Feral’s shoulder and then Maul’s, who jumped under the hearty touch. “We shall hunt. And eat before the fire. It is time you lived as one of Dathomr, vīn go’ro. No more Sith. No more Jedi. Just us… your family… I’u’no. Cān dē’u’kin’ī.”
Feral didn’t think Maul looked too enthused. No. He looked almost ill. When Savage spoke Mēr’lā’blīn, Feral knew it was supposed to comfort this stranger. But it didn’t. It made the sound of his ē louder, less steady. Feral was reminded of one winter in his boyhood where famine had gripped the land. He’d hungered constantly. Exhausted and ravenous enough that he had once tried to eat soil. That was what Maul’s presence felt like.
Starvation.
“I will rest,” Maul said. Feral marveled at this new brother’s voice. It was silky. Polished. Kingly. “If…” The next words seemed to be as forced as the smile that the red skinned Zabrak tried to twist his chiseled features into. “If that is alright.”
Savage’s brow furrowed. He was concerned. Even worried. “We… have provisions on the ship. We may hunt another time. Yes brother… rest. You are home. Mr.”
Feral locked eyes with Maul. It was purely accidental. But the chill that crept through him was definitely not. It was like looking into the face of death and the dead, all at once. Burning fury and bone-deep weariness. This “brother” wasn’t home. Such a place didn’t exist for this one.
Maul blinked, eyes shifting down. And the moment of understanding was gone. Feral shivered as the shorter Zabrak trudged past him. If this was his brother…
Feral glanced at his bicep again. Datho.
If this was his brother… where had he been all this time?
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