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[imperialsprig]

Main blog; some 18+ content; profile art by @studiohousepet and @vtory-art; header is my own

Hello there |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ Call me Sprig! This blog is for my personal obsession with The Clone Wars and The Bad Batch, but I also reblog Repcom, the Disaster Lineage and stuff from all over the Star Wars Universe.

Current event - n/a

@summer-of-bad-batch - Masterlist @corrieweek - Masterlist @fanartfrenzy - Masterlist @gar-romance-month - Masterlist 1, Masterlist 2 @codex-week - Masterlist

My journey through SW visual media - #hyperspacewatchlogs OG posts: #imperialsprig Writing: #imperialdrabble Reading: #sprig reads Drawings: #sprig draws

Tag list here

OC art all in one place; #imperialOC [@secretly-a-trekkie] - Sergeant Knox [@dustmusings] - Sergeant Knox [@stealingpotatoes] - Vesha Rinn [@rat-talks-about-starwars] - Sergeant Knox [@gars-weaponeer] - Knox [@binkyisonline] - Arani Tharne [@tahny-andthe-diamonds] - Arani Tharne [@kyraltre] - Sergeant Knox x Zee'na [@tahny-andthe-diamonds] - Arani x Hunter

Thanks for stopping by~ ♡

[imperialsprig]

Fangirling over my own oc x canon pairing

I just love Echo and Arani and their soft, quiet love. They don't say "I love you". They ground each other with subtle touch and looks, always have each other's back. Just sitting there with someone in silence and knowing that you're understood and loved. The slowness of letting someone in.

And then the moments of something stronger, when they're on missions and they grip each other like they're afraid to let go. The look in their eyes is fear wrapped in love. Echo's snarky moments where he teases her and she teases back. She matches him and meets him at his pace. And the love! Oh, the love in the middle of the night with gentle exploration and fingers brushing skin. But it can also be hot and heavy, almost desperate. Sigh. I love them, your honor.

[littlefeatherr]

I decided to do the thing @amplifyme!

Rules: go to pinterest and type in the prompts below. whatever image pops up first is your image!

Prompts: color, quote, character, hobby, accessory, song lyric, flower.

I'll tag @rufina72 @kateofthecanals @apocalyp-tech-a @thecoffeelorian @sillier-things and anyone who wants to join in. 😁

[thecoffeelorian]

Sorry for the late response @littlefeatherr; but I had a busy day yesterday...anywho!

NPT goes out to:

@tahny-andthe-diamonds @lucatielle @leenathegreengirl @aurathebardwife @boredzum-671

[tahny-andthe-diamonds]

Oh, thanks for the tag @coffeelorian & @skellymom

@imperialsprig @zee-the-twi @loganpine @daidrm @inkybyl

[imperialsprig]

An...interesting blend. Not quite surprised. Thank you for tagging me @tahny-andthe-diamonds ~ Npt: @zee-the-twi @scribblesofshadow @commander-tech @dizzy-9906 @grayrideruniverse @hshfsjzjsgj

[gars-weaponeer]

Commission for @imperialsprig Always happy to turn your visions into reality! Thank you for commissioning again! <3

[imperialsprig]

yeeeeeee~ Thank you so much!!! (,,>ヮ<,,)! I love the way he looks at her cry

[imperialsprig]

Echo and Arani ~ ♡

Commissioned by the wonderful @justnaido ! [find them here justnaido]

[alexispunkkz]

5️⃣s

[rainintheevening]

What is prev to you?

the smell of woodsmoke in the dark

sunlight glittering on drifts of snow

opening chords to a classic song after an ad break on the radio

daisies in a mason jar

the curve in the road you always take a bit too fast

blank notebook with a leather cover

a stone church with carvings and spires and stained-glass

a cool pillow and a warm blanket at midnight

playlist that makes sense to no one else

yellow leaf floating down a clear cold river

silver fog over green hills and warm hands in raincoat pockets

a strain of violin music floating through a crowded subway

Voting ended onJul 18

[palmoleander]

another babygirl has entered the villa. clone oc Cupid for @itsdriftingclouds !!!

[imperialsprig]

@itsdriftingclouds NARC GIVING BIG KISSES!!!

[zee-the-twi]

Dante's Inferno

Star Wars OC fiction

A brief snippet to set up some future rp.

Rain finds out who planted the bombs at The Blissful Cup.

Rain was lounging in the booth, sipping her drink, and listening to Tikka's excited chatter. Rain's mind was rolling over a few thoughts, nodding along at appropriate moments. Her attention was caught when she heard Tikka mention The Blissful cup.

"What was that, Sugar?" Rain sat up.

'Oh, I was just thinking how sad it is that we can't go there again. They had delicious cakes." Tikka sighed.

"I didn't realize you had gone," Rain said.

"Oh, Dante took me once. He had heard about it somewhere and wanted to try. We had a good time, but he said it was lame and that we should never go back." Tikka shrugged. "I thought it was good."

Rain put her drink down and smiled. 'It was a good spot. Don't worry, Darling, I heard they are rebuilding. Now, excuse me, I have some business to take care of."

Rain patted the redhead on the shoulder and stood up. With a casual nod she headed up to her office.

********************

Rain looked over the images that Zeddos had gotten for her. She didn't ask how he acquired the stills from the street cameras, but she appreciated his skill. There Dante was, going into the Blissful Cup alone and then later that day he was outside Corrmar's office.

Rain let out an annoyed noise. She wondered if he had meant to fully replace her. Did he know they were bombs when he placed them? Did he know what Corrmar had planned for her? What did he expect to gain from this job he had done for their former boss. Rain tapped the screen as she thought.

One thing was certain, Dante wasn't hers and couldn't be trusted. He was part of the reason Zee, Val and Kyla had been injured.

Rain nodded and began to type up a message. She would see who got to him first. After all, Justice came in many forms. She would let the Force figure out who got to handle it.

************

Packages are sent to the following individuals:

Sergeant Knox

Commander Basilisk

Jester

Setus

Inside are images of Dante outside the Cup, his name and address, and an image of his bank account showing a random payment. There is also a short note.

I believe we are all saddened by the loss of The Blissful Cup. I was shocked to find information linking Dante to the bombing. Please take this information and use it how you wish. I trust you will make sure it is handled appropriately.

There is no signature

NPT:

@tahny-andthe-diamonds @imperialsprig @kristal-star @wannabecosplayer21 @thecoffeelorian @returnofthepineapple @hunters-big-fat-dih

[imperialsprig]

TALES OF THE TEMPLE GUARD — ⚔

"Blackout"

Summary: Some time after Ace and Tah'Nyem have gotten married after a bender. Ace received a message and chooses the club to forget about it. Poor guy is actually falling in love... Word Count: 270 Themes: alcohol, sex, drug use, fighting & blood, wallowing, blocking out problems with vices Author's Note: ocsn au ! Her note: "Does 'discretion' mean nothing to you? I'm starting to think they choose temple guards for their inefficiency of mind! How good of you to say you'd be honored to be called an idiot, because it's a title well deserved!" You can find the story as well on AO3 ~

Her letter; words on flimsy he can't even remember anymore.

Bass in his lungs. He turns and catches sight of striking white hair. Follow it.

A hand touches his shoulder, pulls him back. His hands find someone's hips. A drink in his hand but when he goes to sip it, it's already empty.

Lights smear across his vision. White hair lost somewhere in the crowd. Someone says his name, I swear it. 

Guided hands, a new room. Teeth on his neck. Heavy panting. It's him, he's panting. His heads are threading through another man's hair, grinding his body against them. White hair. He has white hair. Keep up.

Ace gets up. No, pulled away. Outside, cold air. Joint between his fingers he doesn’t remember lighting and a rough tongue slipping into his mouth.

Another hit, another shot, another body. Glitter stuck to somebody’s collarbone. He keeps staring at it instead of their face.

The exit sign catches his eye. Red, Red, Red. White. A warning he’s already ignored.

Ace looks down at the drink in his hand, tips it back. Again, again, again, again.

Condensation runs down his wrist. Is that blood?

More lights, more bodies. Blue hair. He turns, reaches. Gone. Somebody else.

He grunts, pushed onto the bed. Someone’s thighs cradling his face, someone else’s fingers tugging at his waist band. Please.

His hips thrust up, white hair behind his closed eyelids. He groans a familiar name, no one hears it. Did he actually say it?

Keep up. Blood on his knuckles, someone on the floor. Cheers. Bass in his lungs. The exit sign. Red, Red, Red.

White.

Tag List ♤: @zee-the-twi @tahny-andthe-diamonds @leenathegreengirl (please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in future AcexTahny related content! Learned you were a fan, I figured you might like it ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[c-e-d-f]

WHATEVERRRRRRR

[letshareapapou]

Crosshair: ECHOS NIPPLES SHOCKED ME TECH

Tech: They are used as connecting ports to charge and stabilize the electrical flow for his heart muscles Crosshair.

Crosshair: I thought it was just a kink thing....

Tech: Both. Both can be true.

[pinetree-thetooka]

Tooka running with Pride Flags:

🩷💛🩵

For my Pan friends! <3

Tooka Lovers:

@universesstardust @kyraltre @lonewolflupe @fuzzyenthusiastnelket01 @zaneysunshine @tk-duveraun @earlgreyci @finerafin

[nocturius-pabu-core]

Oh! That one is for meee!

[imperialsprig]

💖💛💙~!

[cyarex]

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 however many as you like)

ty @unconsciousxreality for the tag !!

i haven't written much star wars content recently, but i do have a wip snippet from my oc vhea's horrible miserable backstory fic (tags etc under the cut)

The Hole gets its name from the gaping chasm it's built around, the byproduct of some long-forgotten industrial disaster, now buried deep beneath Nar Shaddaa's upper levels. It's an effective way of disposing of drunk and disorderly patrons — and card cheaters — and as a (younger) kid, Vhea used to have nightmares about ending up like them.

The cantina is scummy, like everything below the surface because the Hutts don't care much for maintaining anything beneath the glimmering veneer of the entertainment district and Grakkus' palacial complex. The floor is sticky beneath her ratty boots, the air heavy with stale ale and sweat and spice as Vhea slips between the crush of dirty bodies to where the sabbac tables are crammed together near the back wall.

She can see Dino's horns where he's slouched over his latest hand, the red skin of his face furrowed in concentration. She recognises most of the alien faces around his table, regulars at the cantina or from their slice of the refugee district, but there's a new human sat on the other side who draws her attention like a canary moth to a flame.

Even sitting down, he's tall; with dark skin and darker eyes that flick to her as she approaches. His ears are studded with gold cuffs, matching the ones around the long, wrapped black locs of his hair that clink softly whenever he moves. There's gold on his face, too, pierced through his eyebrow and both his nostrils; there's even a glimpse of gold from his back two teeth when he grins, gleaming from between soft pink gums.

He's handsome, in an eclectic way that makes her stare. He isn't dressed like he's from Nar Shaddaa, in worn bronzed armour harnessed over soft linen and leather. Practical but not built for acid rain and chemical smog. Too clean, too pale for all the dirt.

 She can't stop looking at him, and he notices.

"Who's your little friend?" He asks Dino, nodding at Vhea, and she turns her head away, like she hasn't been staring at him for the last half-round.

"My lucky charm." Dino says, awkwardly patting the top of her scruffy hair. It's about as much physical affection as she ever gets and it always leaves her feeling uncomfortable. Itching as much as the lice crawling over her scalp.

She settles in at his side, slouching with a bored expression on her face. Dino usually plays the first two rounds without her assistance, in an attempt to deflect any suspicion. Their system is simple: she shifts to the left if he should bet, and to the right if he should fold. Easy enough to disguise as boredom, which Vhea doesn't have to fake.

She uses the dead time to watch the stranger. He's flashy. Attention-grabbing. There's a flourish to how he moves, like he's putting on a performance. His eyes keep flicking back to her and every time she looks away with awkward heat growing in her cheeks.

(no pressure !! and i'm sure some of you have already been tagged) tags for: @fori-the-fool, @tobyig, @whispersfromwildspace, @miladydevon, @pancloneblues

[my-morai]

Got to see a panel with Dee Bradley Baker today, and when asked what Tech would have said to Omega at the end of S3 his response was (in Tech’s voice of course):

“Job well done.”

Yeah, I cried.

[leenathegreengirl]

I can’t believe it was TWO YEARS ago today that I started this blog! Thank you all SO much for your love and support, everyone!! Your Green Girl loves you all! 🥰💜💕

💕 💜Tag List💜💕

@thora-sniper @thecoffeelorian @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @returnofthepineapple @antisocial-mariposa @techs-stitches @resistantecho @kimiheartblade @dezgate @freesia-writes @heidnspeak @commanderfury @kyda-atshushi @deezlees @aknightreaderr @eclec-tech @keukumbr @justanotherdikutsimp @teryx16 @jack-o-alltrades @ct7567329 @skellymom @cw80831 @saiwaispirit @earlgreyci @littlebitofeverything-lass @gars-weaponeer @boredzum-671 @tahny-andthe-diamonds @midnight-142 @helengena @tcwtbbocdatabase @imperialsprig @blinxxd @thatforlornfeeling @horseshoecrabmom @echomina

[betterisbest]

[tahny-andthe-diamonds]

Which clones have this (or equivalent)

[imperialsprig]

This is giving Hunter. Reminds me of the gif of him using one finger to type, poor guy.