Sneak Peek

for the first of my new audios, @reparo-live-soul​ sent me this comic by @dakt37​, from an AU where Obi-wan has somehow been de-aged to younger than he was in TPM

keep the requests coming! I wouldn’t want these new audios to be in short supply!

Me @ me: “Hey maybe don’t draw the entire first season of YOI from yakov feltsman’s perspective. That will take weeks and you’re an adult with a life”

…I did it.

Bonus:

Loosely based on this post.

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and everyone else that can use reusable ones

Oh? *perks in interest* Quinlan/Hevy? Is this a Dominos lives fic? Whose the time traveler? I already have so many questions lol

“Of all the places,” Fives complains. “It couldn’t have been Geonosis or one of the fronts or even Coruscant. Of course we’re getting stuffed out of the way on some moon somewhere.”

Hevy rolls his eyes, checking his pack one more time and then closing the pouches. There's something caught between anxiety and anticipation curled in his stomach, and a heavy thread of resignation as well, because he’s not any happier to be heading for the Rishi moon base than Fives is, but—

But at least they graduated. At least they're moving on, and not stuck on sanitation for the rest of the war, or decommissioned. At least they're doing something.

“What, did you think we were going to get assigned to General Windu or something?” Droidbait asks, bemused, and drops from his bunk. “We’re not ARCs.”

“Not yet,” Echo says, daring him to contradict that. When Droidbait just raises his hands in silent surrender, Echo snorts, and says, “Experience is a good idea before we go for the ARC program. The regulations about teams applying—”

Cutup groans and throws a sock at him. “We all want to be ARCs, and we all know the regulations. Shut your mouth already.”

Given the way Echo is eyeing the distance between Cutup’s bunk and the floor, the odds that he’s about to throw himself across the space and wrestle Cutup down are good, so Hevy pitches his voice to carry and says, “An hour at most ‘til we need to assemble, so can it and move faster.”

Cutup huffs, and Echo glares, but before either of them can say anything there's a quiet chuckle. Hevy jerks, wrenching around to find a familiar figure in the doorway, tall and slim and graceful.

“General Ti!” he says, startled, and Droidbait almost falls out of his bunk as the rest of Domino scrambles to come to attention.

General Ti smiles at them, folding her hands in front of her. “Domino Squad,” she says kindly. “Congratulations again on passing your tests. It was most impressive.”

Hevy won't admit to the seed of something that goes hot and liquid in his chest, hearing one of the High Generals say that. “Thank you, sir,” he says. “Is something wrong, sir?” Because she can't have come all this way to congratulate them, even if she’s kind; there are hundreds of thousands of clones she oversees, not even accounting for her duties as a Jedi.

For a moment, General Ti weighs that. “Not wrong,” she allows. “But I have a request to make of the five of you.”

Hevy blinks, glancing over at Cutup, but he looks equally surprised. Echo is frowning a little, and Droidbait is opening his mouth, but Fives beats him to the question.

“A request?” he asks, stepping forward. “For us?”

That edge of incredulity should be insulting, but…it’s really just accurate. Even if Domino passed their tests, they're still rookies. Rancor Battalion is stationed on Kamino, and Colt is never far from General Ti’s side; if she wants something, she can just ask him. Hevy's proud of them, and what they managed, but they're not exactly Kamino’s best. Not by a long shot.

Ti just smiles, though. “Yes,” she confirms, like it’s ridiculous to think that she wouldn’t ask five rookies for a favor. Stepping into the room, she glances around, then says, “I am sorry to leave it to such short notice, but a Jedi I am well-acquainted with requested I assign him a squad of troopers ready to ship out immediately, and I believe Domino would be a good fit.”

Droidbait blinks and closes his mouth.

“A Jedi?” Hevy asks, not quite able to believe it. There are so many clones, and so few Jedi; the odds of serving directly under a general before they’ve even made ARC trooper is almost ridiculous, and yet General Ti looks perfectly serious.

“A Jedi,” Ti confirms, and pauses, expression shifting to something that’s touched with concern for a moment before it clears. “He is a friend, and an…unconventional Jedi, but given Domino’s ability to overcome obstacles, I had thought to introduce you.” Her smile flickers into something warm as she looks them over, and she says, “It is not an order, of course. Should you wish to continue on to your assignment without change, that is perfectly understandable. But I believe you would be well suited.”

Hevy can't quite find anything to say. It seems too good to be true, like everything he’s ever fantasized about when he’s thought about ridiculous scenarios and winning medals right out of training and all the other stupid bantha shit trainees are supposed to dream about, but—

Actually achieving it is something else entirely.

Ahem.

Da-owo's Rotg/blackice comic master list parts : 0 1-6 7-12 13-18 19-24 25-30 31-36 37-42 43-48 49-54 55-60 61-66 67-72 73-78 79-84 85-90 91 random pages that are not fully "canon" to my comic but that are blackice : -are you attempting to distract me? -i see a song of past romance -i see your palace covered in red -look at me -can i still call you kozmotis? -im not him -how could you forget? -my love for you is timeless

side note's - this comic updates at random moments there is no schedule just when i have the time to work on it - this is for fun , some pages / parts will be better then other part's im just trying to enjoy the process -currently this is going to be my longest on going to the public comic i have written so this is also me stepping out of a comfort zone to just explore if i do really like working on stuff like this - Questions? feel free to ask i'll answer just about anything without spoilers with what i plan to do haha

art Refernces mostly just ruff sketchs of their outfits an such nightlight: updated ref june 17th 2024 here cold wear/ winter here

jack: part 70 - ?? outfit here full ref here pitch/koz: koz outfits + under clothes here part 70 - ?? outfit here portiat outfit refrence here tattoo ref here bunnymund full ref here toothina full ref here nightmare men concepts here

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Gentrification creates a stifling homogeneity in urban areas that makes it less suited for the everyday lives of the lower class and more suited towards the leisure and tourism of those with expendable income.

An old, decrepit laundromat gets replaced by an upscale bakery? And people are mad? It’s not that the poor hate organic vegan cupcakes, it’s that most of us don’t have a way to do laundry in our own home.

Run-down corner stores replaced by hand-made designer clothing boutiques? We don’t hate your eco-fabric shawl, but I can’t eat that for dinner after work like I could have a can of beans I grabbed from that corner store when I don’t have time to take the bus to the real grocery store after work.

What gentrification brings in and of itself is not typically bad, it’s that gentrification brings institutions of leisure and pleasure and makes it so that the poor have to go farther out of their way for basic necessities. It turns low-income living spaces into local tourist attractions. It can even create food deserts by putting restaurants, grocery stores, etc. in that the majority of the lower class cannot afford.

Imagine if someone totally renovated your house and turned it into a mini theme park - they took away your sleeping space, where you prepare food, where you clean yourself and get ready for your day, and replaced it with things that will please people who are visiting, who have their own homes they can go back to, who are here not for their entire life but just as a distraction from their otherwise mundane existence. It’s not that you hate theme parks, it’s not like you’ve never been to a theme park and vow to never visit one again. It’s just that you need to live! To survive! And the leisure of those who have more than you should not invalidate your existence.

After months of research and development and market testing and perfecting the first item I feel confident selling online, I have realized... that it is an incredibly niche item that only a specific subset of absolute nerds would want to buy, and I will have to do a ton of explaining the basic idea over and over again before people generally get what it is I'm even selling. RIP me