#commander nite

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A much older commission from @ Niqducoteart. I think this is the one and only time all three of my main ocs have been drawn together, really gotta work on that

Link to Niq’s commissions They are raising funds to attend CalArt for animation!

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Working on some rebellion looks for Nite,,, so conflicted on which route I wanna take

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Hi hi, out of curiosity, which canon Star Wars character would Aro have an attraction to, even if it's entirely hypothetical? (I have a silly lil gag in mind >:] )

Also your art is like delicately sewn tapestry that deserves to be hanged in the most exquisite of cathedrals <333

That’s is such a hard question to answer bc Aro very much has a soulmate and I’ve never imagined him with anyone else before??! (Although I did give him a few different boyfriends for a short time in an au…)

In canon, Aro is with Commander Nite, his one and only, but I’m not opposed to having him shipped with other characters! Aro is 21 at the begging of the clone wars (around 23/24 at the end). I don’t really foresee him dating anytime too far outside his age rage, his Jedi Master is Ima Gun Di, so both he and Keeli are a no-go, but I can’t really think of anyone I’d have a problem shipping him with?? Aro is attached to men, can never see him with a woman, so if you got a vision go for it!! 🙌 (I only humbly request you give me a tag/mention so I can see your work 👀)

((And aaaa omg thank you so so much I’m so flattered 😭💛 this is literally so sweet))

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“Storm over Kamino”

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Finally figured out Nite’s tattoos!

Nite’s design was originally based off a Cecropia Moth, so I wanted to incorporate some of those elements, as well as a kirituhi, inspired Māori culture.

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Snap shot 3: I Will Protect You

⚠️ Content Warning: mentions of needles/medical infusions ⚠️

The universe had other plans though. It always did.

Just like every month, Aro found himself planted firmly on his couch in the most comfortable clothes he owned, staring down at a sterile IV line kit resentfully. Nite sat down in front of him and pulled on a pair of flimsy blue gloves, snapping the cuffs to fit over his calloused palms. He grabbed the kit and ripped it open, reaching for the butterfly needle sitting innocently in its packing. Aro turned his head away, stomach rippling at the sight of the its shining tip.

“Kora!” Thalia called, climbing onto the couch and plopping down to curl into Aro’s side. “Is okay, Kora. I protect you!”

Aro leaned forward, as much as he dared while Nite held a needle to his arm, and nuzzled his head against Thalia’s. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered. He felt a sharp pinch and he grit his teeth against the sensation, blowing through a pained breath. “I feel better already.”