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i’m literally on a fan art roll today… i really should update my fics instead

anyways— maëlle and diluc are so cute 🥰

still learning how to render… rip

maëlle is from my fic, “secrets and judgment”!

https://ayeathelas.tumblr.com/works/secrets-and-judgment

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dainsleif but yassified

older drawing, but i liked it at the time

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more art for my fic “the briar rose burns, the phoenix rises”

playing around with blending modes and figuring out shading

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a constellation like no other

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rosalyne (y/n) as i imagine her in my fic “the briar rose burns, the phoenix rises” on ao3. slight spoiler? lol— stay tuned for next chapter.

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a lil pirate!kaeya sketch for my fellow enjoyers.

agaga i love this man

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hdfreminet.

that’s it. that’s the post. go read it. what are you waiting for?

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Sabine: "Ahsoka took me on as her apprentice!"

Ezra [confounded]: "What? Why????"

I am deceased. The delivery of that line just floored me. Eman Esfandi is Ezra Bridger.

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paint me up like one of your cardboard cutouts

i can fit any shape you want me to

there’s not a lot that i wouldn’t do

to stand still in one place in your room

- nycto (2023), ayeathelas

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I’m fine (💔)

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Listen, nothing is funnier than the way Tumblr is promoting One Piece, it is perfectly on brand, and anyone embarrassed by it has not had to live with the years of fellow fans proselytizing the show to anyone who so much as dares breathe a word of the show around us. We have a reputation. Do you know how many times I’ve heard non-One Piece fans complain, “Don’t talk to a One Piece fan about One Piece because they will try to convert you.”? Tumblr putting a pathetic meow meow clown on your dash is hilariously low-key compared to some of the deeply annoying, “Have you ever read One Piece?? It’s the best manga ever, let me show you the sales numbers and some absolutely incoherent splash page art, I know you’ll agree that it’s the best!” proselytizing I have seen my fellow fans get up to. I hyena laugh every time I think about it.

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lmao been getting a lot of notifs that i’ve been getting followers, but most seem to be bot accounts 💀 anyways, have some art of my beautiful baby boy rino ventura; been getting better at anatomy

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[prologue. fortress inquisitorius (the three letter word)] saudade - Star Wars Fanfiction

(UPDATED: 8/15/23)

Gal hasn't heard the Force speak to her for a long, long time. It nudges from time to time. Hints. But that's it. Today, it seeps into her flesh and makes her joints want to groan. And when she turns her head to look at her brother, a deep ache envelopes her being. Ghostly echoes of future mourning and bitterness are whittled off, dancing around her like sparks from a blistering fire.

He smiles when he sees her face, and it immediately twists into concern when she casts her gaze aside.

"Don't smile," she snaps, pushing the table away from her as she gets up from her seat. "It'll get you killed."

"It hasn't yet," he says with a sardonic tone in his voice. Yet.

Gal and Kalen both know the implications of that word. The purgatory and hell it holds in those three measly letters, Schrödinger's dilemma. They haven't died yet. Just like how they haven't yet been initiated as Inquisitors, haven't yet been forced to pay the price for power. But they knew a thing or two about sacrifice, and they were considered as the Eleventh and Twelfth Inquisitors, and they were as good as dead.

"Hey," Kalen interrupts, his stupid brown hair sticking up everywhere. Gal has to repress the urge to smooth it down and tuck the curls behind his ears. "We're okay, right? So don't worry about it."

"About what?" she asks, flicking her braid from its spot on her shoulder.

He rolls his eyes. Don't play dumb. "You know. Whatever's eating up your mind. The thing you're scared of."

No, they weren't Inquisitors yet, and were diseased with that innocence that plagued the Rebel legions, the sickness of hope. It was almost as bad as yet.

Gal stiffens like a board, raising her chin in the air. "I'm not scared of anything."

Kalen snorts. "And we're not Inquisitors."

The Force tinkles with laughter, and each bell ringing hurts like cracks and fissures in her bones.

Yet.

She feels it before the others do. The urgenturgenturgentdistresshelp throbs in her head before he has the chance to wake everyone up. And she bolts out of bed, sweaty, scratchy sheets flipped aside, not stopping to close the door to her room.

When she bursts in, Kalen's eyes flood open, and his chest is heaving, drowning in air. Drops of sweat cling to the curls pasted on his forehead, and the back of his head is soaked.

She holds him gently. Breathe with me, she seeps into his head, and the tendrils of her being intertwine with his like two hands clasping each other. He gasps, his shaking hands searching for hers, and Gal can feel his heart racing at a million miles, threatening to burst out of his chest.

Scaredfeardistress slips out from his walls.

Breathe, she repeats, inhaling deeply for one, two, three, four counts, holding it for seven. Exhale, for eight. She presses her forehead against his. Safe, she spills out, forcing every bit of warmth and peace she has to offer (it's not much, and it leaves her cold) to pour into her brother. You are safe.

One last exhale. "Gal," he whispers, voice hoarse and full of sleepy gunk.

"I've got you," she returns, clutching her baby brother (okay, maybe not so baby) closer to her chest, combing her fingers through his hair.

The Force weighs heavily in the room. It's an odd feeling, for it to be so vocal after being silent for so long. Gal wishes it would just shut up and leave her alone, like it used to. Concepts were not supposed to talk.

"You feel it too," Kalen says in between pants, staring deep into her eyes. "That oppressive, looming darkness."

Gal's eyes flash a deep yellow. "We do not need to fear darkness, Kalen," she says in a hushed, nearly programmed snip. "We are its masters."

"Not like that," he says, shaking off her hand and sitting upright. His shirt is clinging to his skin, riddled with goosebumps and raised hairs, scars and burns painted underneath. "The Force," he whispers again, pale blue eyes saturating with a darker hue. "It showed me something."

"A vision?"

"There was a Jedi. I— he—"

"The Jedi are dead, Kalen," she seethes, getting up and straightening the tussled sheets on the bed.

"Then why do we still hunt for them?" he demands, leaning forward.

"So that they stay dead."

Kalen flinches back, like he's touched the fiery flames of his sister's anger. He breathes deep, chest rising and falling, before trying again. "I know what I saw, Gal. The Jedi are still out there," he insists, gesturing with his hands. "His eyes— it looked like he was trying to ask me something."

"Yeah," Gal snorts, throwing the sheets over her brother and tucking him in. "To spare his life. His mistake."

Kalen's face morphs into an utterly dejected expression, and Gal resists the temptation to pat his head like a puppy's.

"Go to sleep. And put your damned shields up, for once. You nearly woke up the entire floor."

She slips out the door, the sliver of light from the hallway waning as it slides shut, leaving Kalen in the stifling darkness.

The sheets are scratchy and too hot. Pins and needles shoot through his feet, and he can feel his hands itch with sweat. And yet, above the overstimulation and sensory overload, the darkness sits in the room, like water in a saturated sponge.

"I can feel you," he whispers, reaching out into the vast pools of the Force that surround him. "I heard you."

Listen, it implores, tangling into his threads. And obey.

Outside, Gal slides down against the wall, clutching her head in her hands and resting them on her knees. It throbs and aches, sharp stabs of pain relentlessly attacking the back of her cranium. She feels the Force, feels it trying to reach the core of her being and leave behind a fingerprint.

Leave, she commands, wringing it out from the crevices and crannies of her mind. But it pools up around her, creeping up her fingers and shoulder until it reaches her ear and whispers.

Not yet.

Morning came soon enough, but the events of the previous night had unsettled Gal deeply. The Force had never been this vocal to her, let alone her little brother.

"You were right to come to me with this," the Grand Inquisitor answers, after the heavy pause following her recollection. The Pau'an's face is as pale as the face of a dead man, blood-red facial markings contrasting his complexion. His eyes, a piercing yellow, do not betray his expression. His serious face is set in stone.

Her brother's weakness would be corrected immediately, or exploited, depending on how useful this sudden connection would be to the Inquisitorius. But she is sure of one thing— the Grand Inquisitor will not feel pity for her brother, and nor will he offer any mercy or sympathy. Suddenly, Gal feels like she's sealed her brother's fate.

"What's to happen to him?" she interjects, the breath in her lungs freezing to ice in anticipation.

"I imagine it would be useful to... inquire of the Twelfth and ask him to reveal what he has foreseen. However, it would be best to prevent any potential situations that could distract him from our task."

Oh, his fate was very clear, indeed. Interrogation, or some kind of a mission was in line for him.

"If I may ask," she continues boldly, "what did you have in mind, sir?"

The Pau'an is quiet for a moment, before turning and facing Gal. "We have received word of a suspected Jedi on the planet of Bracca. As of now, the Second and the Ninth sisters have been tasked with retrieving him. I believe it would be best for the Twelfth brother to accompany them."

A mission was less dangerous than a torture and interrogation session. There'd be a smaller chance of him accidentally revealing anything self-incriminating in nature, and perhaps it would even put to rest whatever falsehood the Force had stirred up in him regarding the Jedi.

"I will have this information relayed to your brother," he continues, turning away. "He is to leave for Bracca tonight."

"Yes, Grand Inquisitor."

Her brother would survive. He was not dead.

Yet.

"Are you ready?" she asks as they stand out on the platform, busy people making their way around them as they finish filling the ship up with supplies.

Kalen is not quite there that night, half caught between a glimpse of what awaited him and a painful thought, by the expression on his face.

"Do you—" he says suddenly, bowing his head nervously. "Do you think I'm cut out for this Inquisitor thing? At all?"

Gal is taken aback. Where the hell was this coming from?

"It's a little too late to speculate," she attempts soothingly, brushing off his dark uniform and pulling on his collar to straighten it out. "Especially considering that you're one official promotion away from being fully accepted as one." She dusts off his shoulders, holding them gently as their eyes meet. "This is your chance," she whispers. "Take it."

He nods absentmindedly, the tousled curls obscuring his forehead bouncing from the motion. He takes a quick look at his surroundings, drinking them in one last time before covering them with his black helmet.

She reaches out and grabs his hand, squishing it once before letting it go. Kalen turns and walks up the ramp, cape trailing behind him.

As the workers announce the ship's imminent departure and the ramp retreats and the doors slide shut, Gal suddenly feels like this is the last time she will see her brother for a while.

Let him go, the Force whispers. Let him go.

I am no Jedi. I do not need to let go.

Let him go, it says more firmly. He will return.

Gal hasn't listened to the Force speak to her for a long, long time. But maybe... just maybe...

Gal Gadral will listen to the Force just for this once.

[SAUDADE masterlist]

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'star wars'? there's only one star war, it's just very, very long

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i will never be able to watch mob psycho again…

i thought it was about mafia people 🤦‍♀️ and then i saw the first episode and was so confused 😅