#ahuska

[dingoat]

Anyway I had the opportunity to treat myself to a lil portrait of my best girl by @the-upper-shelf so I took it and isn't she pretty I love it so much! She did an amazing job with her, absolutely recommend.

#ahuska #bothan #best girl best girl #other people's art #art for me #anyway always stoked to find an artist #just as comfortable with fuzzy alien creature people #as regular human people #which means I'll no doubt be saving my pennies and keeping my eye out for future opportunities >.>

[askshivanulegacy]

#Barbie #best new meme 8) #swtor #Star Wars #swtor OCs #Cipher Thirteen #Crow #Watcher Five #Omega Blakk #Ahuska #werewolf AU #the gang's all here!

[koboldgirl]

Well, for the first time in a while I managed to write something!

Years ago, @dingoat told me about some people who RP’d in the Galactic Civil War setting in Star Wars and had ‘Ahuska, the Beastmaster’ as a holovid thing based on what she wrote.

Ever since then, I’ve wanted to write something like that with that as the central theme of the story and I finally did it.

It feels nice to have written something again.

#Ahuska #Dingoat #star wars #Beastamster #swtor #GCW #Galactic Civil War #Corellia #Bothan #my writing

[cinlat]

Whumptober: Day 2

Thanks for the ask @dingoat​ and for letting me borrow Ahuska (kinda) and Crow (Rev, I can’t tag you! Did you change your url?)

2: Nowhere to run Corners | Caged | Confrontation

Word Count: 208 I don’t want to give away too much! haha. But, I really wanted to do this because this scene has been in my head for two weeks.

The weight in Fynta’s hands shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. The night air turned her lungs to ice, amplifying each wheezing breath in her ears. Moonlight spilled over the land, painting hills in silver and trees in the deepest of blacks. 

“Just—hear me out, will ya?”

Crow stood with his hands raised while a monster frolicked behind him. Fynta couldn’t make the shot from here, not with a pistol; even with her augmentations. Her gaze flickered to the blur of fur as if flitted in and out of view. Crow took a step to the side, filling Fynta’s view again. 

“You don’t wanna do this.”

Fynta bared her teeth as if she were the animal her name claimed. Like the one she’d come so far to kill. “You don’t know—”

“I do,” Crow assured. His hands never strayed towards his weapon, though he hardly needed that to make things more difficult for Fynta. There was a sliver of her friend in those blue eyes. “Believe me, I do.”

Shaking her head, Fynta tightened her grip on the blaster. She could feel him worming into her mind, his words making sense. She couldn't let it all be for nothing. Otherwise, why had she become a monster?

#whumptober2022 #day 2: Confrontation #fynta wolfe #werewolf au #ahuska #crow #thanks for the ask! #cinlat answers

[anchanted-one]

Spring exchange Ahuska

Part of my spring exchange.  Ahuska, for the amazing @dingoat

#art #artwork #illustration #my art #digital art #digital illustration #painting #digital painting #humanartist #human artist #bothans #ahuska #dingoat #spring

[punwolf]

This beautiful Bothan from the Star Wars Universe is Ahuska. She belongs to @dingoat and the character is amazing!

#ahuska #dingoat #bothan #my art #whuffie does art #whuffie's art #Star Wars

[bookofcrow]

#ahuska draws #manka lynx #ahuska's sketchbook

[baraste-legacy]

This might be of interest to both SWTOR/Star Wars fanartists and fan art appreciators: it's a Discord server that started life in 2019, hosting both fanartists you surely know by now (Spaceling, Moonlitalien, Luniara, Ahuska, Swevenfox, The Archnerd, Aphroditenx… Sorry to omit a ton of other great people there) and their patrons and admirers, plus folks that are dabbling at this or just giving it a try.

(The server isn't mine! I'm just an admirer there that was somehow invited and later allowed to start a little 3D corner 😅)

It's a nice place, well moderated. The usual detours aside, the theme is Star Wars/SWTOR art and artists-centric. You can interact with the artists, ask for advice, post your own art and your commission data if any, or use the directory and galleries to find who to commission for art.

#swtor fan art #swtor fanart #star wars fan art #star wars fanart #sw fanart #swtor #star wars #fan art #fanart #star wars miscellanea #swtor artists discord server

[quinnimeiju]

Into the Dark My half of an art trade with @dingoat, of her OC Ahuska. I love this girl so, so much - I am genuinely honoured to have been asked to interpret this moment in your campaign! Thank you again for the trade, and for allowing me to hear more about her story ♡

#star wars #bothan #swtor art #anthro #quinnimae

[voidendron]

Art Fight attack of Ahuska for @dingoat !

look I can't help it. when I have an excuse to I Will draw flowers

#swtor #bothan #ocs #void attempts art #art fight 2023 #art fight werewolves #i have a hard time drawing bothan faces so i hope she turned out all right!

[sovenasark]

And my last two attacks on Art Fight! A big thank you to everyone who hit me with an attack! Can’t wait to see what characters people bring to the table next year c: These two characters, from left to right are: Ahuska, from @dingoat and Zizi, from ~Midori_Manokit

#SovenasArt #Art Fight #Artfight #Art fight 2022 #Artfight 2022 #Not my OCs #Wolf #Werewolf #Rabbit #Bunny #Hare #So many great characters #And so many I didn't quite get to #I've already got some ideas for next year >:3c #Art #Illustration #Digital Art #Artists on Tumblr

[dingoat]

Some serious kenergy happening tonight

#swtor #swtor screenshots #imperial agent #ahuska #thirteen #mojo dojo dream house #dingoat plays games #time to blow up another star fortress!!

[askshivanulegacy]

Written in the Stars

Thirteen gazed up at the stars. 

Odessen, so underdeveloped that even here, at the Alliance headquarters with nighttime lamps providing light to work by, there were so many.

So many, and so unfamiliar.

To be expected, of course. It was an unfamiliar planet.

Even so. After five years …

The stars said everything, didn’t they? Everything that Thirteen didn’t.

His gaze strayed in the direction of their … temporary home, he supposed, where he supposed Five still worked tirelessly to lead the Alliance and to discover and pick up what pieces of their lives might still remain. There was a reason Thirteen had never wanted him to come on these Star Fortress runs. He was a Watcher. 

Was. 

Used to be. 

He was supposed to remain behind. Going out was Thirteen’s job. 

Was. 

Is. 

It was something he could do about things, however much that counted, if it even did.

He’d never expected to find Ahuska here. Nor had he ever expected she would become his willing partner in destruction.

He never thought he’d … need her, to rescue his backside when it turned out the Zakuul Knights were more - far more - than he could take on his own. Never thought he’d want her to … be there. 

Not after their bond had been broken years ago … longer ago for her than for him.

That was the rub, wasn’t it?

His lips twisted, eyes falling to the black forest below.

He didn’t know how to be around anyone else anymore. 

He’d spent the time with Five, at first, before the Alliance nonsense, before they even really knew what they were doing. He didn’t really avoid Crow and Ulfran, not really, but he did. He couldn’t blame them. They’d been looking for five years, so he heard. They’d been separated from him and Five for that long, so he understood.

But he didn’t.

So when he found Ahuska here, suddenly there was someone who didn’t expect anything from him, who didn’t expect him to be someone he didn’t know how to be.

Had she noticed? Had she missed him?

He was free to run with her, to lash out and ruin, to fight back for all the things Zakuul had taken, and it was personal, it was so personal. 

He didn’t care about the galaxy anymore. 

With her, he didn’t have to.

With her, he thought maybe he could say all the things he couldn’t to anyone else.

He tried.

He danced around the topic more than once, sidestepping neatly with his words what he really wanted to say. He’s not sure she really noticed.

She didn’t notice this time, either.

His sigh sent a cascade of fine mist into the air.

There was no one else who would understand. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t know how to talk to them.

Not Five. He was … angry. All the time. About something. 

Crow was … well. And Ulfran … 

What could they know? Only Five really could, but … he was being Five.

And it was just …

Thirteen didn’t belong here.

That’s what he’s been trying to say.

Crow and Ulfran wanted closure he didn’t know how to give. They wanted to mend five years he didn’t know how to fix, because he didn’t know what that meant. 

Everything was different. 

Everyone had experienced the change of the galaxy, and Thirteen …

All he’d done was wake up one day to find it all gone.

There was a difference between asking someone what they’d done the last five years, and asking someone what they’d done for five years you missed.

Wasn’t there?

Thirteen thought there was.

And he didn’t know how to ask it. He didn’t know how to talk about everything he’d missed, how to make anyone understand what he was reaching for. How to tell them that he was alone, adrift, that he’d lost things he couldn’t explain, how to make them realize that this …

None of this … was his. And he fought for it anyway.

She could understand, once. She’d known his feelings, without him ever having to say a thing. He’d never wanted it, true, but it was there, and it had happened. And Thirteen had thought …

But all that was long gone, too. It had served a purpose that was never for him, and Ahuska had certainly moved on.

So it turned out Thirteen didn’t know how to ask her anything, either.

His thoughts startled free when he felt the massive, furry head of a giant wolf drop over his shoulder. It whuffed, softly, gusting sparkling steam into the night and warmth across his hand. The partner that wasn’t his tugged back on the partner that wasn’t hers, tucking him against the thick, fluffy ruff around her neck.

“Yeah,” he said, quietly. “The nights are getting cold, aren’t they?” Almost, he could hear the creaking of their shuttle in the bay below, as its re-entry heat dissipated. He let her nudge him toward the base.

They’d finally had their first good Fortress run. That was worth something, wasn’t it?

Maybe he didn’t care.

Maybe he’d try to ask her again, next time.

Maybe.

It was late.

#swtor #Imperial Agent #kotfe #swtor kotfe #Cipher Thirteen #Ahuska #my writing #story: 13 #mojo dojo dream house #8) #have some 13 feels about stuff #is 13 kenough yet he doesn't feel that way <_<

[swtorpadawan]

Hi!! I think what you're doing is super sweet and generous! I play way too sporadically to ever build up many credits to my name so your offer just sounds wild to me, hahaha! Thank you so much! (And you should have an in-game mail from 'Ahuska crow' ^^)

Sent!

[cinlat]

OC Kiss Week: 2023

Thank you @dingoat​ for offering up Ahuska! I had the perfect mental picture of how this would happen immediately and it’s been killing me to keep it secret!

Kiss Type: Platonic Word Count: 766 Fandom: swtor 

“What the fething hell are you doing here?”

Fynta winced at the Bothan’s sharp tone. She’d pushed Ahuska to swear a few times, but rarely upon greeting. Still, Fynta offered a lopsided grin. “I could say the same about you. Last I saw, you were shoveling tauntaun osik on Hoth.” She spread her arms to encompass the dessert at her back. “Tatooine is a long way from home.”

Ahuska snorted and turned her back on Fynta. “I’m not only a tauntaun caretaker. I specialize in a few breeds of husbandry.” Something rumbled behind the locked door Ahuska had caught Fynta trying to slice her way into. A chill raced along her spine. Ahuska must have sensed it because her snout pulled into a vicious smirk. 

“So,” the Bothan prodded. “Your turn.”

“A job,” Fynta answered, though she was still staring at the locked door and trying to keep her imagination from running wild. Finally, Fynta looked at her not-quite friend. “I need to kill someone inside that palace.”

Ahuska’s features darkened, lip curling to display the tips of her canines. “Maybe I should have let you break into the cage. It would save the galaxy a lot of trouble.”

“Probably, but this guy deserves it.” Fynta retrieved her datapad to pull up the information on her mark. She didn’t always agree when Nox chose a target, but she’d been able to dig up enough on this one to know that he wouldn’t be missed. Fynta scrolled through the data and highlighted the bits that would be of interest to an animal lover like Ahuska. “Pretty sure he’s actually a bad guy.”

After a long stare, Ahuska snatched the datapad from Fynta’s hand. Her eyes narrowed at the screen, then widened when she reached the part about the underground womp rat fighting ring he ran out of the Hutt’s palace. It was by invitation only with a closed list. Fynta had failed for two weeks to get herself added, so she’d opted for an old-fashioned break-in. According to the blueprints she’d purchased from the sleazy Twi’lek in the market, that cage led to a secret tunnel.

Ahuska handed the device back to Fynta, then crossed her arms. “You’re here to kill an animal fighter? That seems a little below your pay grade.”

“It is.” Fynta had no idea why Nox wanted the man dead. Only that she was supposed to kill him. “He got on the wrong side of a Sith, but that helps, right?” She gestured with the datapad to remind Ahuska of what it held.

Another long bout of silence before Ahuska rolled her eyes. “Fine, but I’m not helping you. I’m helping them.” Fynta could live with that. She followed Ahuska to the cage and watched as the Bothan placed a hand on the scanner. “Stand back and don’t move.”

Fynta obeyed, and Ahuska swung open the door. Fynta barely restrained her bladder when a figure three meters tall loomed out of the shadows. Ahuska ignored the slobbery fangs and claws that could shred rock, speaking in soft tones while she patted the baby rancor on the chin. Finally, she glanced at Fynta. “You can come in now.”

“And yet, I don’t want to.” Fynta hadn’t moved from her spot, eyeing the darkness behind the baby and wondering where its parents were. 

An amused Bothan was a funny sight. Ahuska offered what Fynta could only think of as a wolfish grin. “There’s a tunnel that leads into the lower levels of the palace in the back. It was the breeding pen, now it’s a nursery. You’ll have to climb once you reach the end.”

Caution momentarily forgotten, Fynta stepped into the cage. “You’re not setting me up?”

This time, Ahuska curled her lips in disgust. “Don’t be stupid. Just because I want to kill you doesn't mean I actually will. Besides, someone needs to help those poor creatures, and I don’t have access to that part of the palace.”

Fynta chuckled, closed the distance between them, and grabbed a started Ahuska by the snout. She planted a sloppy kiss on the side of the Bothan’s nose and danced away before the baby rancor could get agitated. “You’re the best, Fluffy.” 

Fynta started towards the yawning darkness in the back of the cage at a run, mostly to avoid Ahuska’s retaliation.

“I hope you step in rancor osik,” the Bothan yelled after Fynta with a healthy amount of snarl in her voice. No doubt she’d suffer Ahuska’s wrath the next time she was within the Bothan’s reach. Until then, Fynta had a job to do.

#swtor #oc kiss week #sith fynta #mandalorian #sith assassin #in the literal sense #dingoat oc: ahuska #bothan #very much too good for fynta #XD

[swevenfox]

“Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light”

@dingoat/AF2020

#myart #my art #bothan #dingoat #Ahuska #artfight #artfight2020 #giftart #gift art #star wars #star wars art #bothans #spy #water