#do i need to draw blorbos?? do i?? *shakes you violently*

[tiredassmage]

actually, fuck it, woe! wip wednesday be upon ye! [i'm. we're basting another hyrohtyr au. i'm being unwell.] i'm currently too tired to give the entire context and i have no idea if i'll finish the whole piece, but i had to do something to get blorbo feelies out of my braincase bc i'm. i'm having a time. anyway!

what i will give you is this is sometime after ziost, but before kotfe. bc that's like. that's important timeline detail. xD

“Did you get my message?” The shell is familiar, the outline of a stance, but that’s where it ends. His feet steady into an ingrained rhythm that suggests parade rest, save for his hands clasping in front around the datapad. There’s… something about it she hasn’t seen since… Yavin. The frown finally stirs upon her lips. Nine was not one about whom she often searched the Force for answers upon, having learned quickly it was much too akin to an infringement upon the agent’s boundaries and trust, but she didn’t need it now to feel caution cool her previously racing thoughts. What happened on Ziost… It would change everything. Everyone. Touched by Vitiate’s influence directly or not. It was changing everything, almost faster than she could fathom stamping down upon it. And they’ve never spoken about what’s in his files, handed over to her in the wake of Imperial Intelligence, in the aftermath of Revan. She had known enough, when they stood on Ziost. It had not spared them a violent, jagged reality. No matter her intentions on the matter. “I… admit I haven’t had time to read it in full,” she says carefully. “Good.” He nods, his eyes dropping to his hands. “I… This is.” He clears his throat again, more roughly this time. “I felt this would be better delivered in-person.” Her brow furrows as he hands over the datapad without so much as a hint of expectation. Just an offering and exhausted, hollowed, waiting eyes. She takes the datapad. “I thought I made myself clear, Commander,” she says, stern eyes still on him. “You were supposed to be off-duty.” For barely a moment, a ceding, knowing smile ghosts the corners of his lips before he merely nods again. “You did,” he says evenly. His hands settle in front of him - a bit more easily, more familiar now in full rest. A beat of silence between them before he draws in a slightly deeper breath quietly with a faint bracing of his shoulders and a firmer set in his jaw as he levels his gaze with hers. “I… would like to make that arrangement more… permanent, Minister.” He knows how much I hate that title-

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i want to shake him and lana's dynamic like a gumball machine.

#put that blonde bitch thru more of the horrors [points at tyr] #dot words #wip wednesday #actually. him and lana. i guess. the horrifying ordeal of knowing ur idealistic ex-agent of a friend and coworker too well. oops? #ch: tyr #swtor fanfic #idk if i should tease by tagging this like that without solid knowledge of my intent to finish or not... sorry friends #anyway good night and good news and all that jazz #my eepy apologies for uh. idk editing is not a rn me i just. needed to get this out of my system so if the tenses are weird ahm. oops?

[klingercollection]

if noone interacts with my art im gonna turn into a roiling ball of flame!!

#do i need to draw blorbos?? do i?? *shakes you violently* #im not great at people cause i have problems with identifying faces irl #every time i draw link botw he looks different!! #ive been keeping myself to painting cause i need to get a good grasp on colors #but i Am taking a figure drawing class and i think im learning alot #ive only got like two classes left tho :( so if i dont get another model source im gonna stagnate again #i overheard a classmate ask the model where he started modeling so ill check that out but still #i think i could use my moms karate studio for gesture drawing tho #when the weather stabilizes i can bike over #maybe i can follow alice to skating lol #skating outfits are more form fitting than doboks #the daily reports need to be signed