Scrambled Things

Sideblog of @blackmonitor. There is no logic in this place. (Cover by Guestiguess, avatar by Owlpartytime )

[guestiguess]

[symbioticyautja]

“The hunter”

[guestiguess]

[symbioticyautja]

Wolf Post.

Slow burn

[symbioticyautja]

I’m Creeping Death

[symbioticyautja]

Release that Primal Rage.

I’m sorry.

[symbioticyautja]

Scar Post.

Cause the big buff nerd needs love 🫶🏽

[symbioticyautja]

“Closer” remade

[astrangebird]

september sketch request #4: matching dungarees, but make it tatooine weather appropriate 🧡

[1800brisan]

I drew a silly puffin

[symbioticyautja]

👻Boo

[bobafettfanclub]

Jango Fett’s partially blown up helmet, sketched by Will JinHo Bik for Lucasfilm regarding the events in “The Clone Wars” animated series As seen in “Star Wars: Scum and Villainy: Case Files on the Galaxy’s Most Notorious,” which was released on this exact day in 2018 More info on BFFC, where you can log your bounty: https://bobafett.club/casefiles

[foreverforty2]

Not Without Cost

[symbioticyautja]

The Bat Becomes The Prey.

I want my crossover. Badly.

One day

One day.

[myevilmouse]

Mara squeezed his hand so hard Luke fought a reflexive wince. She had never looked so gorgeous, but also never seemed so nervous. Sure, things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but they should be used to that by now.

“You all right?” he whispered, focusing on her in the Force and nothing else. No easy feat, considering the huge crowd watching them.

“Why are we doing this again?”

Mara’s voice was low, but she was calming.

“Because you want everyone in the galaxy to know I’m off the market,” he grinned. “Right?”

“Right,” Mara smiled, as the ceremony began.

[aquar-io]

[myevilmouse]

“I’m too cold to sleep!”

Luke cocked an exaggerated eyebrow at his son, currently buried under high-insulation blankets, atop a heated mattress.

“Csilla’s cold, Ben, but you’re not.” He stood up, ready to turn in for the night himself.

“I am,” the child insisted. “Freezing.”

Luke took a deep breath, ready to break out his “parenting voice,” when he saw the slightest tremble beneath the mountain of covers. Placing the back of his hand on Ben’s forehead, he hid his alarm. The kid was shivering. And burning with fever.

“Let’s get you to medbay,” Luke said, reaching for his comm.