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bribinart · 10 months
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a late night debate!! (prints)
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archonfurina · 3 months
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Love and Deepspace: Rafayel - 5* Deep Sea Promise
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scavengedluxury · 4 months
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toorurs · 1 month
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oh baby, just leave the scent of your cologne. it’s early in the morning and you know that he has to go to work, but you just can't help but be greedy. eagerly grasping for his wrist, as you beg him not to leave yet and just stay for another five minutes. your voice is laced with morning drowsiness and the grip you have on his wrist is sluggish - nevertheless your eyes are full of determination to not let him go and keep him by your side. he's grown accustomed to your little antics now, it's basically become a habit for the both of you to laze in bed a bit longer. but who is he to complain - after all how could he resist you when you pepper wet kisses along his collarbone up to his jaw while inhaling his musky scent. at this point his hair and clothes have become disheveled, but it’s so worth it.
REO MIKAGE, jing yuan, RAFAYEL, aventurine, atsumu, michael kaiser, GOJO SATORU + your favs !
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coralsnake · 2 months
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Three days left
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heart-of-a-rebel16 · 5 months
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I think about it a lot, how the name of Spectres is incredibly fitting for the rebels of Lothal. Each is a ghost, and each is haunted by one, or many.
The ghost of the Jedi Order haunts Kanan Jarrus. He is one of their last relics: a symbol of a forgotten creed and age. He tries his best to pass his teachings on to his own padawan, but deep down he knows that the traditions of the Order will die with him. He tried not to let it bother him. Sometimes in the corner of his eye, he will see a tall woman in brown robes, smiling gently at him.
The ghost of her mother, Eleni, haunts Hera Syndulla. To look at herself in the mirror is to look at the face of her beloved ryma. Hera possesses the fire and iron will of Eleni, the very will that followed her to her end. Sometimes, when Cham Syndulla reads the headlines of Imperial newspapers, decrying a new terrorist cell known as the Spectres, he will think of the woman he loved, and how she lives strong in their daughter.
The old C1-10P unit known as Chopper is the ghost of the Republic; not the Jedi, nor the Sith, but the everyday soldier who took up arms for their galaxy, soldiers who could not know the full breadth of evil that threatened them. Chopper does not sleep, but on occasion, his memory core will play back a scene of a burning ship, and the scream of the pilot behind him. 
The ghost of his people haunts Garazeb Orrelios. He is the last of his kind, completely alone in a galaxy of quadrillions. His people follow him in the words no one understands but him, in the weapon he wields that has been passed down through generations, in the small traditions only he observes, if only to remind himself that he is still a Lasat. In the golden light of a star cluster, some of those ghosts are put to a much deserved rest; the rest follow onwards in quiet reverence.
The ghost of her family haunts Sabine Wren. To her clan she is dead, and to her, her family is dead as well. Though the mere thought of them makes her chest ache with want, she stands strong in her solitude. Mandalore still throbs within her in every shot from a blaster, in every stroke of a paintbrush, in every explosion that paints the night sky with fire. When she is alone, though, the face of her beloved brother, the voice of her father, the warm touch of her mother will keep her company. 
The ghost of Mira and Ephraim Bridger, and the planet they call home haunt their son, Ezra. As he grows old in a distant galaxy, Ezra Bridger has no trouble remembering his fathers face, for it had become his. In every step, in every breath, he radiates the howling of wolves, the chitter of cats, the towering spires of rock, the natural music of Lothal. He is driven by his ghosts; two of them are laid to gentle sleep in the fluttering fury of fyrnocks wings, the other in the pulsing glow of purrgils.
The ghosts of his brothers, even those who did not die in battle, follow former trooper CT-7567, better known as Rex. He sees them in the weathered faces of those who did survive, in a cloudy handprint on a wall, in the clocks as they strike five, in the symbol of the republic he fought and failed to protect. He is both a paragon of the endless cruelty of the fallen republic, and the gentle humanity of the long gone Jedi.
The ghost of a unit of boys on Onderon, barely old enough to know they had been sent to die, follow Alexsandr Kallus. He is the whisper of misplaced, frantic hope that things could become better if he only tried hard enough, if he only pushed himself further. His ghosts only appear to him in his dreams, beyond the veil of smoke and fire and screams, where he is not strong enough to push them aside.
In each there is a ghost, and in each a ghost follows them, shaping their world, driving their choices, changing their fate.
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explodingstarlight · 1 year
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returning to my baby donnie roots
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moncuries · 1 year
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dinluke cultural exchange :]
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little-amb · 5 months
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Moment of peace ♥
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bt79207 · 1 year
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GIVE IT UP FOR EMOTIONLESS LIMBO CHAMPION STELLE!!! 
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odoraful · 28 days
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🔔 PAUSE new limited 5-star rafayel outfit and solar cards just dropped⁉️
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HE’S SO JSGDH?!:?£\¥&!!,?!???!!
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shirozora-draws · 1 year
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Y'all are getting a twofer this weekend. I'm supposed to be writing the next Gravity Well chapter but when have I ever been able to wrangle my impulses?
Not that this is in any way related to the 3quelfic, but I wanted to brainstorm sleeping quarters on a heavily modified Auzituck gunship and then got lost in the sauce in my newer CSP brushes. This is all in service of future fic illustrations, don't judge me.
May or may not work on a third sketch based on a pre-ANH meet-cute before the weekend is over. I hope not. I really need to write.
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sunsetofdoom · 4 months
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no no no you didn't hear me right I said do the Jedi have SECTS. shut up I SAID do the Jedi have SE-
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toorurs · 1 month
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he's a mona lisa, everyones lining up to see him. there must be something about his features - you find his beauty goes much deeper once you get to meet him. he’s a person of the public, it's not uncommon for fans and cameras to follow him wherever he goes. they take pictures of him caught off guard or surprised, claiming that this new side of him is so cute and that he's as handsome as ever. but you - and only you, can confirm that there are many more hidden sides of him to see. sides that’ll always be unknown to the public, but are fully displayed to you. if they’d get to see him like this, the early morning light shining upon his fair skin and making his hair look like it's glowing - they’d know that this is true beauty.
REO MIKAGE, rafayel, michael kaiser, aventurine, SATORU GOJO, marius von hagen, ATSUMU MIYA, TORU OIKAWA + your favs
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insertsomthinawesome · 4 months
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"Hm? Sounds like Trouble." Love Kafka. Love that I wonder at her motivations and what made her who she is. Love her strange dualities and the way she comes off to fellow cast members who don't know her.
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roll-of-royces · 2 months
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LOVING XAVIER IS LIKE . long mornings in bed, bitter coffee, pajama days, cuddling on the train, too many plushies, bright jumping animals, soft kisses, extra long hugs, bold compliments, dancing in the rain, stargazing, wearing his clothes, and straightening out his hair with your fingers.
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