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fun fact every time I read the title of straight on till morning my brain autocorrects it to straightn’t
also I adore that fanfiction & just read the most recent chapter and aaaaaaaaaa so good I love it so much and for the record I would kill for these characters like I loved them before but your writing just like. amplified that idk but it’s fantastic
also would you be ok w it if I drew fanart?
straightn'til morning. i love it lkdflkjdls
thank you so much!!!! that makes me very happy to hear!!! and oh my gosh yes absolutely, all i ask is that you include a link to the fic somewhere in there and @ me so i can see it!!!!!!! thank you, i'm honored that youd want to!!! <3 <3
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Hiiii your art is beautiful and I love all your colors and your ocs look so cool also what brush do you use? I hope you have a fantastic day and maybe get a yummy treat
Why thank you that's so sweet!!!
I primarily use Procreate and their default brushes, for almost everything you see I use the Gloaming brush under Drawing, just at various sizes!!
Old Beach (i think?) under Abstract and Goauche under Painting are my second faves <33
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For the character bingo obi wan?
he’s my fucking scrungly lil meow meow I want him to SUFFER. to CRY. to BREAK DOWN IN HIS LOVED ONES’ ARMS.
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Hello!! Might I persuade you to write either 20, 28, or 42 with Revalek? If you choose 20, it could go either way but for 28 I think angst would be more fitting and I don't think 42 could go anywhere but fluffy crack.
Listen, now I wanna write all of these but I think that #28 fits really well so I'm gonna choose that one!
(Revael Naver is my incarnation of Revan - Revael was the name she had before Revan, Naver was the one the Jedi council gave her after the mind wipe, and upon recalling more of her life she took the two names and put them together - and Kemir Shrik is my Exile's name before the war and her exile)
From this prompt list.
28 - "I miss [him/her/them]. I shouldn't, I know - I was the one to leave [him/her/them] - but still, I do."
They landed on Corellia three hours ago, standard time, and Revael had not got off the ship.
She probably should: after all, Carth is not going to be able to stop the combined force of the rest of the crew from doing something stupid and dangerous alone.
But she can't bear it. Although her memory is patchy, she knows that Corellia is where she grew up and it had not been a kind childhood. She doesn't want to face that just yet.
So she had made her excuses and now she sat in the engineering compartment of the Ebon Hawk tinkering with a useless piece of metal in the hopes of feeling useful.
T3 whistles and passes her a screwdriver.
"Thanks," she says softly. It's good that the droid knows what she needs because Revael is in such a strange headspace that it's difficult to focus.
On one hand, this is where she left to join the Jedi - to find her freedom and her purpose and her new family - but overlapping still are the odd snippets of broken memories, memories that were warped and changed and put there by the Jedi Council that she can't quite untangle from the real thing.
Kemir shares a loaf of bread with her, sitting on the edge of a skyscraper but they're also hidden in the slums; Atris is telling her to get out the archives, that she shouldn't be in there looking for such forbidden knowledge, but she's also standing om the clean swept floors of a middle class floor in better parts of Corellia and telling Revael to get out because this isn't where she belongs.
And Alek...Alek is always standing by her side, an extra hand in a theft; an extra sword in a fight; her partner, her heart, her everything, except until...
Revael still can't remember it. She has been told that Alek called that attack on her ship, a firing squad of his ships against hers, but the only memory that comes to mind when she thinks of it is the fake one.
They had just escaped a band of thugs and Revael had turned to smile at him, only to find something sharp in her abdomen and the soft apology whispered in her ear.
Revael fiddles with a bolt near the fuse and turns it just a bit too much and the whole thing lets out a loud bang.
"Sithspit," she exclaims, jumping back as the thing gives her a sharp electric shock. "Ah kriffin' fuck."
T3 whistles, low and concerned, and wheels over to her.
"No, I'm alright," she says and sighs. "I'm just a bit distracted by being on this planet and I shouldn't have been doing anything so complicated with my head somewhere in the unknown regions."
She wheels her chair back and stretches out. Carth says she looks a bit like a cat when she does this, pushing every limb as far as it can go in every direction, which always makes her laugh.
"I'm gonna get something to eat. You coming?"
T3 makes a happy beeping noise as an affirmative and rolls after her as she makes her way to the small storage room and forages up something that resembles a sandwhich.
"We're really running low on food," Revael comments, sitting down. "Next planet we end up on, remind me to go shopping."
T3 lets out a short string of beeps, rolling up to settle at Revael's side.
"Yeah, I'll find someone to give you an oil bath as well - it's about time."
Revael picks at the sandwhich, breaking off a small bit of bread and popping it in her mouth. T3 beeps again.
"No, I'm not getting off here. It's a dangerous planet and someone needs to stay with the ship - and from what I can recall, the food here really wasn't that good. It's only a day over to Alderaan, after all."
Revael wrinkles her nose at T3's reply. "I'm not a coward."
T3's next whistle is highly accusatory and Revael scowls.
"If you keep talking like that, I'll shut you down alright?"
That's enough to convince T3 to finally change topic but the conversation leaves a bitter taste in her mouth for the rest of the day, like...
She doesn't know. She's too much of a coward to think too hard of it.
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"We should absolutely not be here," Kemir says but it's with a certain amount of glee that comes from doing something wrong.
"Loosen up a bit Kem," Revael digs her elbow in her friend's ribs, "you're starting to sound like Atris."
Kemir digs back and beheind them, Alek sighs.
"If we're gonna do this let's not get distracted," he says and Revael rolls her eyes.
"Sweetheart, we are not getting distracted. Look, I can see Master Vrook now."
Kemir lets out a nervous giggle. "We're gonna be in so much trouble."
Revael pays her no attention and lifts up the water balloon with the Force, holding it over the Jedi master's head. Kemir is shaking from trying to keep her laughter in and Revael can feel Alek's begrudging amusement across their bond.
When the balloon bursts, Revael scrambles back from the edge of the roof as Vrook yells something rather nasty. Kemir is not so lucky, bursting out into laughter and forgetting that she can be seen.
"Padawan Shrik!" Vrook screams. "Get down here right now: I am taking you to your master and I will be telling him about this behaviour!"
"Sorry Master Lamar!" Kemir yells back down. "I was aiming for the plant!"
"Don't lie to me Padawan, I know the truth!"
"Kem, I think it'd be better that you go down and face the music," Alek advises and Kemir glares at him.
"Neither of you are admitting to this as well, are you?"
Revael makes an apologetic face. "Yeah, we're gonna do a runner, love. I have things I wanna do this evening and listening to a rant by Vrook is not on it."
Kemir sighs. "Why am I your friend? You two owe me one."
She strides over to the ledge and slings herself over.
"I feel rather bad for her," Alek admits as he wraps an arm around Revael's shoulders and they start to walk towards the steps.
"Eh, she'll survive. Vrook's all bark and no bite. I'll find her some of that vodka she likes and we'll laugh it off later."
Alek smiles at her. "And while we're shopping, we can go to that bar we like."
Revael leans her head on Alek's shoulder. "Mmmm, there's that very nice room. Some soft blankets."
"Yeah," the stairs turn from stone to metal beneath her feet. "I'm glad I snuck them in there. The bunks are really uncomfortable without them."
Malak's arm falls from her shoulders and he moves to a step just behind her as they walk out onto the bridge. "Admiral Karath," Revan says. "How long until we reach Malachor?"
"A quarter hour now General."
Revan turns to Malak, hunched on the floor and covering his face. He's shaking but Revan feels nothing.
"I've called a medic," she says, feeling nothing. She knows she should because she loves the man she's just disfigured, but she doesn't.
She pushes open the door out of the training salles on the Leviathan...
...and wakes up with a gasp.
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"The hot chocolate's warm enough, right?" Mission asks worriedly, taking a sip of her own mug. "Is it like when you make it?"
Revael smiles shakily. "It's perfect Mission."
"Does it help?"
"Yes, Mission." The cocoa is perhaps a little on the sweet side but Revael keeps her mouth shut.
Mission looks down at her mug. "Do you wanna...wanna talk about it?"
"It was a dream about my life as Revan. It wasn't anything bad, Mission, it just reminded me of...someone I lost."
Mission's mouth falls into a small 'O'. "Someone you loved?"
"I think so." Revael wraps her hands around her drink, letting the warmth sink into her fingers. "I'm not sure."
"Who was it?" Mission asks, her eyes wide and a little breathless from the excitement of it all.
"Well, Malak."
"Oh," Mission blinks and then her eyes widen. "Oh."
"Yeah," Revael agrees. "Oh indeed. And I...I miss him. I shouldn't, I know - I was the one to leave him - but still I do."
She swallows and shakes her head as Mission reels.
"But I'm being silly, and I probably shouldn't be talking to you about it. You've been very kind Mission, to help me, but I think it's getting late and you should be getting back to bed."
Mission nods. "Right, yes, that's probably...are you going to tell Carth?"
Revael rises and walks with Mission towards the bunks.
"I've already told him. We are partners."
"And he's not...jealous or anything?"
"What has he to be jealous about? Malak is dead and he was fallen before that - and any feelings for him that I may still harbour for him are my own business for they don't mean I love Carth any less."
Revael imagines that this is what Carth feels when he thinks about Morgana, the wife he lost to the Force. A hollow emptiness that sits right at the back of his mind that can't ever quite be filled.
Or perhaps that's just Revael.
"Now bed, Mission, or else I shan't spar with you in the morning."
Mission roles her eyes and groans. "You're such a spoilsport, ya know?"
"A spoilsport who knows that growing girls need their sleep. Bed."
Once Mission is finally asleep (or at least pretending to) Revael goes back to the cockpit and collects the empty mugs, setting them in the sink.
Perhaps the worst thing, she thinks, is that she doesn't even truly know what she misses, just that she once had a partner in everything and now...
...now he's gone.
#ok this turned out quite sad actually#rather melancholy over what you've lost without even really knowing it#sorry?#anyway I hope you liked it even if it was not that shippy and more me being like...#*shoving all my headcanons your way*#Revan#Female Revan#Alek#Darth Malak#Mission Vao#T3-M4#KOTOR#Star Wars#Fanfiction#Fae's Stuff#Fae's Fic#Prompt#Prompt List 3#Ask#burning-quesadilla
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team bolas' victim complex makes sooooo much sense from like a character standpoint and it drives me crazy. i don't think they ever left day one. i think in their heads, they're still burning themselves in that bonfire. half their players were inactive, they had a clear pvp disadvantage, and they kept getting killed by other teams. it was them against the world on day one. their only solace was each other when they felt helpless and they're carrying that with them to drive them forward. they still call themselves victims because if they win, then it's a pleasant surprise, and if they lose, that's just how it is with team bolas, right? it's better to have no hope at all in the first place than to feel the crushing weight of having your hopes dashed.
day one was hell. their friends killed them repeatedly without mercy, they had barely anything while other teams built their bases, and they were bottom of the leaderboard. they've come to expect tragedy, even after their multiple victories, after they've come to regard one another as family, after they've worked so, so hard to be one of the last teams standing and actually made it. they never left that bonfire.
#qsmp#team bolas#whiskeys word soup#i totally understand that watching their victim complex from other povs can be super frustrating#but the STORYYYYYY MAN!!! THE CHARACTERS!!! IMAGINE WHAT EFFECT THIS WILL HAVE ON THEM WHEN PURGATORY IS OVER#they're traumatized they've pack bonded and they're feral#i want to see them wearing gas masks and burning people back on quesadilla island when this is over#i just want them to go even more batshit crazy <3
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qsmp makes me feel like a conspiracy theorist almost constantly. I see someone go "yeah bad almost exclusively chooses tophats in games when given the option" and I immediately run back to my conspiracy board and pin that next to the photo of q!slime and q!mariana saying they'll adopt juanaflippa because she has glasses like q!slime/q!mariana respectively under a sticky note captioned "??? the original spanish-english egg pairs were designed in a way meant to attract certain parents to adopting them???", that's connected by red string to a note pad page stating "how random was the parent pairing REALLY?" with nothing under it - which is then connected to a string that leads to several polaroids containing the ending(s) of the wall and the wreckage of the button, captioned "why build a wall that big only to have it end at a certain point?" followed by a string connected to a notebook page in the middle of the board reading "the illusion of choice?" - connected to several other seemingly dead-end questions and theories, as well as some slight stragglers only connected to eachother and not the middle. and then I look over my board covered in feverish notes and I go. yeah okay so I may just have like a slight problem
#quesadilla island and the illusion of choice.#i am so normal#I spent. a little bit too long on this bit I think.#saying stuff#I have more thoughts but it's just the generic stuff.#why does the federation want the residents on the island so badly. how did wilbur even leave the island.#why did islanders from the island itself vs others who aren't arrive the same way. what the fuck is up with the codes.#why do the feds insist on having a good rapport with the islanders. why do they try to desensitize them to their presence via tasks.#why do they try so hard to look non-threatening to the point even grunt workers carry around bubble wands to blow on the regular.#a lot of this is easily “the federation wants to build trust” but that's also a why. what do they stand to gain from doing that.#hold on where's my nerd tag#i think.#oh my god really.#that's. okay yeah that checks out actually#qsmp#quackity smp#q!cellbit a man of the people (I am burning with questions about the federation all of the time oh my god.)#edit if you see spelling mistakes in this post do not correct me please I have a fragile ego#I did not notice until four hours had passed and now I'm committed to pretending I do not in fact care about it
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Isildur: I need life advice.
Anárion, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.
#trop#trop crack#the rings of power#isildur#anarion#incorrect quotes#incorrectringsofpower#source: tumblr#source request#inspo: burning-quesadilla
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I've come to make an announcement Corey Cunningham is a bitchass motherfucker he pissed on my fucking man that's right he took his white boy willy dick out and pissed on my fucking man and he said his dick was this big and I said that's disgusting so I'm making a callout post on my twitter dot com Corey Cunningham you've got a small dick it's the size of this knife expect way smaller and guess what here's what my dong looks like that's right baby all points no screws no pillows look at that it looks like two balls and a bong he fucked my man so guess what I'm gonna fuck the town that's right this is what you get my psycho killer piss except I'm not gonna piss on the town I'm gonna go higher I'm pissing on the moon how do you like that Laurie Strode I pissed on the moon you idiot you have twenty-three hours before the piss droplets hit the town now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too
#halloween ends#corey cunningham#michael myers#laurie strode#yeah no I'm too tired to make it make any more sense than that n my quesadillas are burning#to be clear I'm the one making the announcement
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Rb with that one food/texture that you just Cannot in the tags
#ill go first#i cannot do the taste of burnt stuff#like if you burn my tortilla just a little#you're done#Oh also i hate quesadillas#i dont think i spelled that right sorry#but i just Cant
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Sometimes my brain tells me that I’m ok, and sometimes my brain makes me feel that I’m responsible for 5 out of every 10 car crashes worldwide
#ozias rants#(this is about me burning my quesadillas on the stove because I wasn’t paying attention btw)#shitpost#kinda?#idk lol
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girl help, im being forced to confront my hubris
#my quesadilla is too thicc to be flipped#it needs to be flipped so it doesnt burn but the filling#the cheeeese
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Do y’all experience this too?
so like, I was making a quesadilla but when I flipped it all the contents spilled out and now I’m too frustrated to cook. But I’m extremely hungry. But I can’t cook anymore and I don’t feel like eating despite actual hunger pains.
I genuinely don’t know how to manage this other than sucking it up and continuing to cook cuz I was able to make food for others just fine. I continued cooking to make my brothers dinner but when I got to my own I let the frustration get to me and stopped cooking, what the hell do I even do to manage this.
#Low key feeling like actual shit rn#On my kitchen floor rotting 🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩#All my ingredients are still out but the pan is filled with burned chicken and it’s the only pan I have#So I can’t cook the quesadillas I already have assembled#I can’t find the motivation to get up off my floor and cook#And the half burned one is sitting on a plate and I can’t do anything with it because by the time I can try cooking the uncooked side#The other side will be cold 😐#I don’t even want to eat anymore
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while u guys r all here for the Hell Spreadsheet pls say hello to mrs chippy who IS ideologically pure and ok to stan btw
#how am i supposed to get people to develop parasocial relationships to chippy when she doesn't even have her own dedicated tag#mrs chippy#she's so baby#sitting on a chair while i cook dinner like she is my beautiful wife who i am accidentally burning a quesadilla for 🧡
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Good afternoon Aura - 🐺
good afternoon!
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considering how clumsy i am its really amazing that ive only burned myself three times
#once wasnt my fault#dont use electronics with exposed wires#and DEFINITELY dont use electronics with exposed wires and lean the exposed wire on your flannel pajamas#that shit hurt 😭#the other time of course when i burned myself at work lmao that one was funny#also hurt a lot but it was kind of an Ow st the back of my head lmao#burn cream my beloved lmao#and the third one was like. five days ago? flipping quesadillas :(#it deadass left a burn on me that fucking sucks#i mean ive burned myself plenty of time but only three times thats left a mark#michi tag
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for the character picture thing how abouts ahsoka
I don't have many pics that aren't landscapes or animals but this is probably her after learning what happened to Anakin during rebels XD
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