By the way, now that the brainrot is getting sparked again, I have two possible backstory ideas for Mas, how he ended up being so influential, yet such a coward and obedient, plus greedy for power individual.
In the first scenario, Mas grows up in a very rich noble family, and he grows up sheltered, with a very conservative and greedy father, and a docile mother that follows her husband's beliefs. He is not allowed to make friends other than kids his status, or behave outside of the etiquette the rich follow. He does not develop like an average child. He has a phase where he rebels, but gets grounded for it. At a point in his life when he's still young, he gets to know an adviser from Coruscant who becomes his mentor and inspiration to get into politics. He moves to Coruscant, leaving his rather unpleasant past behind him, and starts his journey as a young Senator representing his home planet that voted for him and his justice oriented values. But as time progressed, his unresolved trauma became his shadow and started acting as corrupted as his father was, believing he was right at the end, and decided that the only way to thrive is to leave idealism behind, be cynical and always do what's best for your skin. Around that time, he met Palatine, who looked like his perfect opportunity to get behind a patron, as long as he'd blindly follow him. I had actually started writing this story, you might have come across it, but I would totally do some changes to it, especially the more accurate representation of Champala.
More recently I have had another such scenario in my mind, which is quite opposite of the first. In this one, Mas grows up in a poor neighborhood in Tidros. A rare kind of neighborhood, especially because Champala is such a just planet, but every place has its sewer. His single mother raised him (I'm contemplating whether I should give him siblings or not). She was working as much as she could to ensure they could survive, and as a result, she never spent much time with her son. Mas started spending a lot of time in the streets as soon as he developed his lungs and limbs, and met with the other few street rats of his neighbourhood, creating something like a gang. The more he aged, the more rebellious he turned, spending a lot of nights partying long, getting game due to his tall horns which people loved seeing, vandalising and sabotaging richer people's properties whenever he found the opportunity to do so. At a point he started getting interested in activism and making his voice stand out for the political rights of people his class. To get the attention of the higher ups, he thought of a plan to sabotage the tourism of Tidros and create a viscous cycle of a destroyed economy in the capital city. To achieve that, he gained the trust of some thugs on and off world, to cut out the supplies going to hotels, beach bars, cruise ships, restaurants, or even sabotaging flights to Champala. During that time he was managing most of the operation and it felt good being recognised and a leader, being in control. Which ironically transformed him into the very thing he swore to destroy, a mindless rich man in the later years of his life, when he exploited the power and recognition he gained during his services to justice.
I don't post that much anymore due to incredibly busy days in university but have an art dump
Not many things but better than post all the wips😩
Also the Fine art I'm learning is mixing with the fanarts and character designs and I'm not yet so sure on how to feel about that or where it's going as a style, or neither if it will evolve or become something totally different in the future... Oh well, at the end of the day it's me expressing myself with my favourite characters and species and everything else that gets my attention, and that's what matters.
First of all, canonically their sweat is green, so I assume their tears are also transparent green.
Their blood maybe is purple, or green, or colour changing, because in the movies Mas Amedda appears to have some purple and light green on his skin, even pink, and the inside of his mouth is more likely black. His eyes also have a pink pigment under and inside, like sore human eyes. So the blood colour still tricks me to decide how it'd be. Maybe it's different in various body parts too.
Like most amphibia, they're cold blooded.
In TPM, Mas' eyes appear as if they have a circle between the iris and the pupil (maybe it was just the contact lenses and not lore, but I'll make it)
Headcanon that Krennic only appears publicly with human women as partners, but is in fact pansexual, and fully indulges in it privately, including with aliens, but when asked he'll say that's he's bisexual, or that he doesn't put labels on himself, or that it doesn't matter. He never worked on his orientation insecurities because he was busy trying to raise his ranks with the Death Star project.
The Sergeant usually looks very stoic, but there are certain things that can bring him to the brink of tears. He has survived countless of hard battles in inhospitable places, and usually this doesn't make him bend to his emotions, until he knows that everyone that fought hard has survived. Then, he excuses himself, says that he needs a moment, and goes someplace quiet. There, he allows himself to vent his feelings freely. One time, you were curious. Where does Hunter go every time the squad celebrates another victory against the Imperial Forces? Of course, his heightened senses had him feel you around, despite you wanting to be as discreet as possible about it. He sighed and wiped his eyes, wearing a poor excuse of a reassuring smile.
"Y/n, hey... Why aren't you with the others? I'm gonna be back soon, no worries..." He said, with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Hunter, you've been crying..." You replied with concern.
Then, he realised it's not like he can hide from someone as observant as you, and admitted it with a nod. "I'm just so glad everyone is alright... Thank the Force..." A coarse crying expression is carved on his face, and he immediately wrapped arms around you, letting out some quiet sniffles.
Your arms slowly returned the embrace, even if you still are in a minor shock, as you never expected to witness that view ever in your life, but as soon as you got used to it, Hunter composed himself back to normal. "Alright..." He smiled, feeling whole. "Time to go back... Wrecker has bought food for everyone, we shouldn't miss out..." He gently pushed you forward, and you both walked back to the crew.
Wrecker:
You were watching your favourite holo - soap opera. A silly, but dramatic series. Wrecker is pretty interested in it when the squad is out of missions resulting in his boredom. He always loves to see what will happen next, even if it's badly written. Sometimes, you get bored of it. But not every episode fails to capture hearts. A major character death, the lover of the protagonist, and you could hear a faint whimper next to you. You turned and saw Wrecker's lips treble and his body curling around his Lula. He was trying to blink tears away, but you noticed that, and you wanted to let him know that it's ok to cry during movies or series.
Your palm found his knee, and startled him. "Do you maybe want a tissue?"
"N- no, no, I'm good... Something in my eye..."
"Wrecker, that's a famous excuse... Come here." You rolled your eyes and invited him in your arms.
He looked at you for a moment, before gently shifting on the bunk to lay his head on your chest. He suddenly thought, these things on the holonet were fake, but what he had with you was totally real and there, and he felt so happy for you two. He smiled, and squeezed your waist gently. You run your hands on his head, which encouraged him to snuggle you more. He was so comfortable he wasn't even able to finish the episode, as he fell asleep on your lap.
Echo:
You caught him fixing the *Marauder* one day. He was very focused on his work, his prosthetic arm tightening some screws. Something wasn't really going as planned, and he let himself curse at the engine. You hesitantly approached him, making an awkward face at his cussing. You waved at him. The moment he noticed your presence, he winced and apologized for being so crude. He was constantly looking down at his feet when he was around you, scratching his head and fidgeting. He never thought that you would actually lay eyes on him and think he's beautiful.
"Hey, Echo... Your good profile looks even better in the sun..." You told him, and he chuckled, thinking you were just teasing him.
"Yeah, my implants shine..." He ironically said, mostly to himself.
"No, I mean it."
For a moment, he feared that something's up with his hearing implants, and raised an eyebrow. But when he heard it again, he was certain.
"A- are you sure?" He suddenly looked shorter than before. His arms crossed.
"I'm certainly sure. Look, Echo. Don't put yourself down because you just look different than before. You are brave and patient. That's why you have survived everything. You did well!" Your hand was laid on his shoulder.
You heard a faint whimper, as he hesitantly cupped your cheeks with trembling hands. His eyes welled up with tears before he even realised it. He wasn't having people tell him such things so often, even when his brothers remind him that he has fought well.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in a hug, he eagerly returned. "Th- thank you..."
"It's just the truth! Say, wanna try to fix that ship together? You could use another pair of hands!"
He smiled to your offer, and threw a corkscrew at you, with a smug expression on his face, as he turned back to his tasks.
Tech:
Tech, the genius of the squad is rather... Too pragmatic and logical. He doesn't connect objects or fiction with any kind of sentiment. While the others gain so much joy from a toy or armour or any other object people usually get serotonin from, he classifies them merely as objects. And whenever Omega and Wrecker watch their favourite holo series with him, he doesn't get it, why do they experience such a vast range of emotions, from happiness, to sadness, to anger... Even fear. He just stands there, hugging his knees, eyes full of question. He usually gets bored after a while, and prefers to lose himself in his books, that stimulate his brain way more than just easily digested images and sound.
However, this does bother him sometimes. There are nights he is up reading about starship mechanics or the geology of various planets, but he cannot concentrate on them. Instead, he lets the books lie on his chest and stares in the night sky. Wondering why he will never understand others or vice versa. You had heard shuffling from his bunk, and wondered what was up. He usually stays up late, but either is piloting the *Marauder* or quietly reading. But he sounded quite restless that particular night.
You climbed off your bunk and tiptoed to his. "Hey, Tech?" You whispered, and gently pulled down the blanket from his face.
"Hi, y/n..." He replied with a slightly nasal accent followed by a sniffle. He wasn't wearing his googles. He looked tired, sleepless.
"Have you been crying? That's rare..."
"Crying helps reduce stress because it releases oxytocin..." He whispered hoarsely.
"I don't wanna hear about the trivia of the day. I'm more interested in you. Are you alright?" You gently put a hand on his chest.
"Yeah, I'm totally healthy, as far as I am concerned." He glanced at your hand.
"I'm not referring to that. I'm taking about your mood. Seems like something's bothering you."
"It's nothing important... Just... I realise I fail to understand others... Most of the times... It isn't such a major problem, but sometimes... Ah, feelings are hard."
"Indeed they are. May I lie down here too?"
He looked at you for a moment, but nodded. You rested your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He chuckled to himself and gave a kiss on your forehead. Soon after, you were both sleeping soundly, in each other's arms.
Crosshair:
You may wonder if this man ever gets vulnerable. He's always smug, sarcastic, cold around others. And after he joined the Empire, he has become ruthless. It's like he's raising invisible walls around him. Impenetrable walls. Towards his soldiers he's almost robotic when giving orders. But deep inside his heart, there are intense feelings he doesn't even want to acknowledge, most of the times. It's mostly anger. Intense anger. At his brothers, that don't see the bigger picture, that decide to put themselves at risk for a supposed greater cause, and refuse to join him. It feels like they have... Forgotten about him. And they don't trust him anymore.
He was sitting inside of his small headquarters, on his bunk, head full of these thoughts that feel like heart stabbing. He rested his back on the wall, and curled his tall body into a ball. His angry face turned to a grievous one, and his eyes became glassy. A heavy, shaky sigh left his lips. But not too later, you knocked his door. He winced, and cut it immediately out with the emotions.
"Who." He said, dryly, trying not to let the shaking of his voice betray him.
"It's me, Crosshair... Can I come in?" You replied. Recognising your voice, he immediately lets you in.
He trusts you enough to allow you in his room, to hang out. But he still wears his rough facade. Because he doesn't want anyone to see what he's feeling.
You sat next to him. Too close. You had noticed his stiffness. He gave you the *move* look. But you didn't. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at you. "Sigh, I think I need some time alone..."
"Why, is everything alright?" You asked.
"Yeah, I'm just tired... What with the interrogation?" He muttered through his teeth.
"That's no interrogation! I just wanted to know if you're alright, Cross..."
"Yeah, I'm ok... Don't you worry..." He played with his toothpick.
"I see something in your eyes... It's sadness."
"I have no sadness. Now, leave..."
"Come on, Cross... It's alright, you can share with me." Your hand traveled on his shoulder.
"No, I'm fine..." He didn't sound that fine. His knees moved closer to his face again. Once your arms were wrapped around him, he started sobbing faintly.
After a while, he dozed off on your shoulder. He was so tired, he cried himself to sleep. You helped him lie down on his bed and covered him, leaving a kiss on his head. As you left his room, you chuckled to yourself, as you were sure he'd want you to forget it the next day.
