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đ Is there an image of yours that broke your heart?
Well, I don't generally make art of really sad or angsty stuff because then I have to look at and think about the angsty thing for hours while I work on it, and that just is not good for my mental health, haha. But I've definitely had many many MANY images break my heart because I had a particular vision in mine for them and they just ended up looking nothing like what I wanted đ
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I don't generally have more than one art wip going at a time, but right now I'm working on an image for a 212th bingo prompt where Waxer has turned into a werewolf. Boil is lying on the ground with wolf!Waxer standing over him and his huge toothy jaws hovering right over Boil's neck. Boil is holding very still and probably speaking softly because he trusts Waxer but also because he's trying to convince both of them that Waxer won't hurt him. đĽşđ§Ą
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We all know about order 66 at this point but Iâve just reached the end of tcw (itâs taken me a while to get through all 7 seasons) and I am very much not ok đđđ
Idk if youâre currently taking requests (if not pls ignore) but if you are⌠*rattling empty bowl like a pitiful victorian orphan* can u spare a Drabble where the clones actually live happily ever after?
Ohhh hi lovely anon! There is absolutely no way to prepare for the amount of pain at the end of TCW đ I hope you had plenty of tissues handy.
And I'm not really taking requests at the moment, but I thought this was such a sweet idea and you just so happened to catch me in the mood for something like this, so I hope you enjoy this very teeny tiny slice of post-war life! x
Approx. 500 words, mentions of Codywan, mentions of food.
Rex is trying very hard not to say anything.
Heâs trying so hard, in fact, heâs missed most of the conversation, and tunes back in mid-sentence.
ââŚand then I said, if they want an interview, itâll cost extra. My scheduleâs packed; Iâm making another address in Monument Square with Senator Organa, a very important one, for the anniversary of the clone emancipation act, and then Iâve got a nightclub opening to go to, and thenâŚâ
Echo is bending to pull another ardees from the chiller. Rex canât see his face, but he can see his shoulders shaking with barely-suppressed laughter as Fives continues talking, totally oblivious. Jesse, on the other hand, looks thoroughly unimpressed, arms folded atop the table.
ââŚand itâs hard, yâknow, when everyone wants a piece of you. Which is what I told her, when I said it wouldnât work out.â
Echo adopts a tone of faux-innocence, sliding a fresh bottle across the table. âHuh. Thatâs funny. Tup said he heard from Waxer, who was talking to Kix, who heard from Thorn that she broke it off with you.â
Fives huffs. âWell Thornâs full of shit. It was mutual.â
âSo not everyone wants a piece of you, then,â Jesse says drily.
Rex is thinking mournfully of the side of namba in the chiller. Heâd been planning to roast it tonight with herbs and wine. He was going to put on some music while he cooked. He likes cooking with music; something heâs learned about himself since retiring from active service. It was going to be a nice, quiet evening. Relaxing.
And then Fives had shown up, completely unannounced, with a bag over his shoulder, asking to crash on his sofa, telling him heâd already called the boys to come by, and that heâd meant to bring a little thank-you gift for Rex for letting him stay but it had just slipped his mind, and is that a new rug? Very nice, and...
Fives sounds airily indignant. âNot everyone can handle the level of public adoration I have to deal with. When itâs the whole galaxyââ
âYeah right, you saved the whole galaxy,â Echo says, rolling his eyes. âAnd Iâm the king of Hosnian Prime.â
Still breathing calmly, Rex smooths his hands up over his hair; no longer quite so severely short, beginning to flick into tight curls at the grown-out-bleached ends. He is absolutely calm.
Fives takes a sip of his ardees, then puts the bottle back down on the table. Right beside the coaster.
Rex takes in one last slow, deep breath, mentally counts to five, and then barks his next words more sharply than any order heâs ever delivered on or off the battlefield.
âFives. Youâre not staying here. Cody has a spare room; go bother him. And get your feet off my table, or Maker help meââ
Fives blanches, his mouth dropping open in horror. âNot Cody! Rex, vod, I canâtâyou canât! Do you know how loud they are? Kenobi leaves the door open when heâs in the âfresher! They have drawings of each other! Not just in the bedroom, but in the hallwayââ
Echo and Jesseâs snorts drown out the rest of Fivesâ protests.
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