Had to add my own, naturally.
GAME OF TWI’LEKS
Sorry I couldn’t not.
I think we all saw that one coming.
It has “obvious” written all over it.
Qellrio Nahazik, clearly!
Sometimes I wonder what Caspira would look like with hair. So I try and find out.
Went poking around the GTN for new outfits. No regrets.
No Qell’Zik don’t you know kissin’ Sith girls makes you fall to the dark side.
Dark side, here Qell comes. D’aw though….
On second thought I think I like the darker one (the one on the right) better >_> It seems a bit more fitting and Caspira-ish with the darker, cooler colors.
At a second look my WIP was looking a little dark so I switched things up a bit. Noses continue to vex me and the lips aren’t terribly even but this was pretty great practice. Definitely going to try and keep improving on this style. This still seems a bit ‘red’ in the hair and makeup, but I like.
edit: made a color adjustment - more blues than reds now.
((Laz and Bees discuss their mutual distrust of agents, the stupidity of Jedi Padawans … and their drunken experiences.))
Laz’ab turns back towards Bi’ev, and his lekku twitch visibly down his back, shivering and shuddering. He has to wrap both arms across his chest to keep from fidgeting his fingers idly, watching as Bi’ev unclips a datapad from his belt and begins to tap away.
“Your quarry is being baited as we speak.” The Darth turns the pad around to show the screen to his companion. On it flashes a holo of a human woman in plain brown, hooded robes. She appears to be in her mid-twenties. “That is what you’ll be looking for.”
Laz’ab leans forward, reluctantly ripping his mind away from Ayy’ziveri and her aura of fear and anxiety as it fades into dust. He scrutinizes this new face. “She looks like she has ‘gullible’ written all over her.”
THIS ONLY CEMENTS HIS OPINION OF CASPIRA BEING WILLING TO SLEEP WITH LITERALLY ANYTHING, ‘for the job’! :D
And he was a little confused by the idea of Laz’ab not ever playing (in a non-sexual sense, you pervs), like, ever, because everyone plays somehow!
Hey, she didn’t really sleep with Laz. Ew.
She fake-sleeping-joke did it for the vine. Obviously.
Not that it changes what Bi’ev thinks of course. (ICly, she loathes ‘seduction jobs’ and will never do them unless there is no other option.) Also that night in question was the evening where Cas and Laz walked out on the bar tab and Nel’qor paid it for them since the big softy felt bad. Hah.
(Possible TW for… something? There’s not really any gore or sexual violence or anything like that, but it is pretty creepy)
Worms is lying on her side on her cot, small bare room just long enough to sleep. She is lying down because she feels sick. The inside of her head feels bad, and her lekku are wrong. They won’t move right when she wants them to. They’ve stopped listening.
Shadowtown. Aptly named for numerous reasons and though the Imperial watchers maintained a guard on the place in a way that bordered on something dark beyond dark even for the Empire, most people seemed to refer to it’s name in a way that invoked the shadowy nature of the small slice of Nar Shaddaa. It was presented and regarded in a way that called forth horror and survivor stories and cautionary tales of why you don’t cross the Empire even after being part of it for so long. It meant more, so much more, to those who lived their lives in the shadows anyway. Too valuable to kill but too risky to let run free.
Caspira stood on the threshold of the territory and looked in past guards and bunkers and barricades to where both watchmen and “residents” moved around. She had her own reason for calling it by that name. Those who lived here, and nobody would really call it living, were only shadows of the people they used to be.
The emotion that rolled through her gut was something like nausea and ate at her spine for a long moment past the point it should have but she gave it reign. There was no trying to stop the slow, sick cascade of ‘worst case scenarios’ that wound their inevitable way through her mind. Shadowtown was of course where her kind were destined to rot. Either here, or in a shallow grave where names no longer mattered. She would almost have chosen a shallow grave.
not that she’d ever take advantage
but Qell would make one helluva guard dog
Qell would make one helluva guard dog for Darth BananaJanna.
I did a bunch of doodles last night while my paladin was trying to catch up with the Pathfinder fight. I think I hit/killed one thing because omg 20ft in plate across a freaking battlefield I should have kept my horse.
…. end rant >_>;
There are still a few tiny things I’m gonna tweak, but this is probably as far as I am going to go for now. Will probably alter over time and include a body as well. But until such a time;
Azil’mort as he appears in my mind.
WIP I’ve been working on here and there for… uhh… three+ weeks? The title is “BTWTryHarder” so. Trying harder! Realistic art takes so long to actually getting it looking like ‘real’ and not just a horrible mistake. Caspira!
edit: why are noses so hard? already realized hers is veering off toward her cybernetic eye.
Decided to try and draw Janila and Qell in classic Twi’lek style and I am convinced Qell looks like a cranky shark XD
It begins slowly at first, a trickle of information that slides into the medical world first; hints of a large scale medical advancement on the horizon. Digging seems to get nowhere at first, there is no company that immediately takes claim for the new ‘wonderdrug’ and those that do hint at responsibility recant when they’re unable to provide proof of their claims. The posters begin to show up afterward. Pasted up expertly in high traffic areas in big cities where news of medical research will certainly be worth interest especially in these trying times of war. They also appear tacked up hastily in the slums within easy sight of addicts and drug runners, those who wouldn’t balk at the chance of getting something new pumped into their veins.
Eventually a name surfaces: Doctor Corinna Damar-Vataan. A well known individual in the field of medical xenobiology who served in the Republic military for some time before leaving for Imperial space and freer reign to pursue her medical career, she seems an unlikely candidate to be fronting such an advancement but you can never be certain where success will come from. With her records showing little to no current affiliation, it’s difficult to predict where the research and data gathered during the clinical trials will go and so far it’s all been heavily guarded and very hush-hush.