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Wow I never really grasp how far my art has come until I redraw an old piece.
Hi again! How’s it going? I feel like no one asks that. It’s always “where’s the writer” and never “how’s the writer”. Anyway requesting timeeeee :
May i please have a prompt number 12 (is it 12 I may have forgotten): “No no- it’s alright, come here” but instead of a romance thing, I feel like it would happen after a rough mission and someone needs a hug or something. But this is your story, and I can’t settle on a character so it’s up to you! Characters, fluff/angst/gore/horror/whatever genre (is it genre?) and characters you’d like.
Sincerely, Sha 🫡
PS: finally requesting before 11:00pm! (Or 23:00??)
nightmares on kamino - my ocs
Hello There! Sorry again guys for the delay in writing but guess what, to make up for it, I'm publishing 4 pieces of writing today!!!!! (pls dont hold me to that)
Sha here is your lovely response and I give you: Iniko being a sad boi. We love Iniko here, and if you dont, well, bye bye.
Here is the 1st piece of writing today!
Enjoy!
Iniko sank into the sheets of his messily-made bed in his room on Kamino, yawning as he curled up in the sheets, trying to ignore the tears streaming down his face - leaking from his golden honey eyes. The mission he’d just come home from had been exhausting and they’d lost way too many Clone Troopers along the way.
Rook had spent the whole trip back attempting to comfort the young Padawan but to no avail as the Pantoran sunk into a deep, dark abyss of shame and self-hatred. None of the Clones had been able to help him.
The door to him and his Master’s room opened with a familiar whoosh sound and he curled up into a ball even tighter, squeezing his eyes shut as he moved his dark curls to cover his face - stained with tears. Someone entered the room and Iniko could sense that it was his Master - the Togrutan Jedi Shaak Ti. She softly called his name from the doorway as the door closed, and he heard her move closer to him. “Iniko, are you alright?” Iniko didn’t respond as his body trembled with sobs, sombreness taking over his body along with the tears, drowning him in sadness. “Iniko?”
He shook his head vigorously, gripping the edges of his robes with his hands so hard it was turning his knuckles white. “Go away!” Iniko shouted and he heard a gentle sigh come from the Jedi Master.
“Iniko,” Shaak cooed softly, using the voice she only used on him and the cadets - he expected she would probably use it on the Younglings as well but since he’d been apprenticed during the Clone Wars, he had no idea.
“I said go away!” The dark-haired boy shrieked, sitting upright abruptly. The Jedi flinched at the lash of anger she received through their bond, but knew she shouldn’t reprimanded him on something when he’d had such a horrific mission.
Shaak sighed, giving him a soft, sympathetic smile as she left the room solemnly, the door closing behind her. Iniko cried out in pain as soon as he was alone, pushing himself off of his bed and onto the floor. Tears coated his robes and formed puddles on the floor as he curled in on himself, hugging his body as he shuffled over to the window.
Their room had a brilliant view of the sea, currently infuriated by the storm that was raging, raindrops sliding down the window at an alarming pace. At that moment, the weather was reflecting Iniko’s emotions - enraged and sombre.
The door opened again and Iniko froze, tears rolling down his cheeks as his eyes widened. His body shook with momentary fear as the door closed again. “Edge?” A voice called softly and the Padawan tightened his grip on himself, fingernails digging into the exposed skin of his arms.
Captain Rook shuffled to the young boy, crouching down to the floor to sit beside the distressed child. Rook reached up to run a hand through Iniko’s messy curls, soothing them down to be neater and massaging his scalp. Iniko sobbed softly, turning to curl up against the Clone’s frame, trembling as he did. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, tears like crystals falling onto the Clone’s white armour. Rook raised an eyebrow instinctively as he draped an arm over the boy’s shoulders.
Here are my original toys, that were inspiration for these characters. And yes, Captain Rook is a Scottish pirate.
7.06 || 7.07
Captain Rook Among the Ruins
Isola #2 Story by Brenden Fletcher & Karl Kerschl Art by Karl Kerschl and MSASSYK Lettered by Aditya Bidikar
Isola - best new comic of 2018 https://ift.tt/2EQgJym
NPC: Captain Rook
Born as Bogoruuk, this male half-orc Fighter is from Cheliax. Rook left his job as a Chelish town guard and came to Reeftide for adventure and excitement 20 years ago, but was roped into being the Captain of the Guard in Reeftide by Lady Morgain. He's 38, and growing slightly bitter about his advancing age and lack of prospects. Most Reeftiders cannot stand up to the very intimidating Captain, so he tends to take liberties from time to time. It is whispered (ever so quietly) that Lady Morgain drugged Rook with love potion to persuade him to stay in Reeftide before he could go gallivanting off into ruined Nidal. Spending a few hours in the domineering Rook's company forces one to either dismiss the rumors outright or conclude that Lady Morgain regretted the love potion very quickly, as Captain Rook's opinion on females is somewhat uncultured. Although, if some of what they say about the Lady is true, maybe she favors such rough men.
