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“the inquisitors are genuine threats and they all have rich, complex histories” “the inquisitors are a lesson in obsolescence because they’re flagrant and useless by the time of the OT” “the inquisitors are probably so cringefail because vader allows them to be to amuse himself” consider. three things can be true at once.

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Darth Plagueis with a glass of wine, Darth Sidious with a pillow.

An old artwork I never got to publish.

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lucky bastard got a daughter

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Get drop kicked, idiot

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it's her hidden empire !!!

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Into the Dark-era Reath and Nan, scaled according to heights reported in The High Republic Character Encyclopedia. Original art by 5health.

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HIIII TUMBLR i feel like i say hi every time

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is it inappropriate for me to request your personal favorite inquisitor ship x song #69. i am doing it anyways

This is...late. Thanks for being patient!

#69 was Doja Cat's Woman (which made its way onto my 2023 spotify wrapped before it was revealed how much of a weirdo she is). This was even more of a challenge than the Ed Sheeran one, since after turning it over in my mind, I could not see Seventh saying any of that. Thus, this happened.

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The Fifth Brother groaned quietly to himself. The Seventh Sister should have checked in half an hour ago, and he stood at their agreed-upon rendezvous point intermittently checking his chrono and comms. 

“Come in, Seventh,” he said uselessly into the commlink.

He knew the cave could be interfering with the signal. His attempts to reach out in the Force resulted in similar luck—the cave reeked with life, with the Force—and Seventh was probably masking her presence anyway. 

He heard the echoes of her steps from deeper within the cave, and pushed those thoughts aside. Brushing aside his momentary relief, he scowled.

“You’re late,” he pointed out. Seventh smirked up at him.

“I’m so sorry,” she drawled, projecting entirely too much ease in the Force for their current situation. 

Fifth sighed, rolled his eyes, and tried again. 

“Were you able to find the Jedi?” he asked. 

“No—looks like the mission’s a wash,” she replied, her tone remaining an infuriating sing-song.

She walked up to him, and rested her hand on his bicep. Fifth ignored the flare of heat that radiated from the palm of her hand and the pads of her fingers.

“Though, I see another way to pass the time, here.” 

He brushed her hand off.

“Lord Vader will have our heads if we return with nothing, Seventh Sister,” he said, trying to keep the plea to see reason out of his voice. 

While his and Seventh’s…dalliances often carried an element of risk, she generally clawed for success during missions, often directly in competition with him. If not for Vader’s approval, than her own ego, or to appease the Grand Inquisitor.

Seventh leaned into him again, and this time, he almost didn’t feel her feather-light touch on his chest piece. He felt himself tense, but listened to what she would say next.

“Come on, Fifth,” she said, her tone growing huskier, “it’s been so long; let me be your woman, I can give you what you need—”

She continued with saccharine, filthy nothings that piqued Fifth’s interest, but even more so his suspicion. Though he wasn't a stranger to Seventh’s mimicry of sweetness, her barbs were a constant, the knowledge that when he pushed, she would return in kind. Though he’d normally welcome her suggested deviation, he knew to his bones that something was wrong.

He tilted his face down toward her, trying to play a smile across his face. 

“If you insist,” he murmured, brushing her lip with his thumb. He almost hoped she’d bite it. 

She didn’t.

As Seventh leaned her face into his touch, Fifth firmly grabbed her right arm as it strained to her lightsaber, and touched her forehead, leaning in, and concentrating in the Force.

During their training, he had probed her mind a few times. Though he was adept at this element of sedition and interrogation, it set his teeth on edge to do so the first time as much as it did now. Her mind was a wicked, broken thing, and more than that, it was her own. 

When he delved in, he knew something was wrong. This was not Seventh’s presence in the Force—though the being that had overtaken her was also a conniving thing, intent on playing with and consuming what it could—it was different. Bitter. Older. He felt an arachnid creep at the edge of his mind, but he bolstered himself and persevered, knowing he could be taken, too, if he didn’t find what he sought.

And through all of that, he felt Seventh. Scared. Humiliated. Straining toward him. 

He latched onto her and pulled, and strength flowed through them as her presence joined his. 

Gasping, he felt himself return to the present, and felt Seventh start to buckle under him.

She whispered one word before collapsing into unconsciousness:

“Run.”

The sound of skittering legs filled the tunnel, and Fifth had the foresight to shove the creature back with the Force before hoisting Seventh over his shoulder and taking off. He heard quiet echoes imploring him to join it, to join her through his mind, but he banished them and focused on how he hated the creature for ruining this mission, for what it did to Seventh.

Fifth didn’t know how he ultimately outran it, but as he felt the sunlight on his face, he knew the creature wouldn’t continue after them. He tapped a button to check his chrono, and saw it was late afternoon, local time. Kriff.

After walking a while longer, he felt safe enough to set Seventh on the ground to rest his back and start figuring out what the crik they would report to Headquarters. After a few minutes, he heard her cough weakly.

“Did we find the Jedi?” Seventh asked, weakly.

Fifth couldn’t help the laugh that caught in his throat.

“It seems you’re back to yourself.”

“Is that a problem?” Seventh teased, voice still shaky.

“For once, no.”

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Brief author's note: I swear I started writing the concept of the mind control spider before I was knee-deep in reading about the Drengir over and over, but...I realized it was sort of a Drengir expy. What can you do.

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round twenty-twenty-four

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Do you think they ever.... explored each other's bodies?

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"[...] new miniseries kicking off July 3 from writer Rodney Barnes and artist Ramon Rosanas, Inquisitors follows the Empire’s Jedi hunters as they narrow in on a new target: Tensu Run, a survivor of Order 66 looking to spread hope and rebuild the Jedi Order. He has won the attention of Darth Vader, who is determined to have Tensu killed at any cost."

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happy (belated) birthday, eighth

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a little bit of eye horror for you fellas (◑○◑)

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lemme introduce you to my new oc :> yes joke about anakin's child slaughter is a must

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soulars back on her green alien bs