“Anakin Is A Normal, Good Kid. And How Does Somebody Who Is Normal And Good Turn Bad? What Are The

So I sat down to paint last night, and for some reason decided it would be a great idea to try to draw Sabine in hologram-form, not knowing how challenging that would be. I am, however, satisfied with the result (if just because I somehow managed to draw Ezra finally!). Scene is from a piece I wrote half a year ago on ao3, Man's Second-best Friend. Go read it if you want to see a Murley's loth-cat-view on Sabine and Ezra's relationship.

Here's a second little watercolor sketch! I liked the Sabine one so much I decided to draw Satine too, and I think this one turned out even better!

[ we are young - we meet for the first time - we look up and find - we've never had it any better ]

sorry for posting non canon art about side characters with a total of 7 non-consecutive minutes screen time do you still think im cool

also flat colours !!!!

Geese overhead during my walk today.

Lily of the valley by Kawarazaki Shodo (1899-1973)

Coby Whitmore - Girl by a Lagoon

random no context time travel au ficlet, anyone?

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Sabine is looking for someone.

She doesn’t know who she’s looking for, but she has to find them.

But she’s so small. She can barely toddle around now. She should be bigger than this, some memory tells her, but she doesn’t know why.

She is too young to understand what’s happened to her.

She is too young to even understand the concept of a memory.

Still, Sabine must find this person. They need her. They trust her.

When she racks her tiny little brain to figure out who she needs to find, all she gets are the barest crumbs of memories—nothing enough to help her. So she forces herself up on her feet, gripping the wall and the hands of adults who pass her in the halls as she stumbles along. She crawls under sofas and peeks under beds and goes into dark closets, looking for the-one-who-she-must-find.

It’s while she is under the bed in the fourteenth guest room she’s explored that she finally breaks down in tears. It doesn’t help, but she can’t stop herself. Crying is the only thing she’s any good at. She’s useless, useless. She’s tired and her knees ache from crawling along once her legs got too wobbly to carry her anymore. She’s searched and searched, every chance she gets, every day for a time that feels like years, and she has found nothing.

She swipes at her face with her clumsy, baby-chubby hands, smearing dust and tears of frustration across her cheeks, then hiccuping as she tries to stop another wail.

Sabine knows there’s more (a face, a gift, a goodbye, a promise) and it’s there, somewhere, but she can’t remember it, and it burns her up inside that she can’t. She can’t, but she has to, because—because she must!

Choking and gasping around her sobs, she scrubs her eyes again, and makes herself think. She must search. She must find.

The barracks, she decides. The rooms where the warriors sleep. Those have plenty of nooks and crannies. Perhaps the-one-who-she-must-find will be there.

She crawls out from under the bed, whimpering because her knees are rubbed raw and speckled with blood, and pulls herself up to stand. She just has to put one foot in front of another, and keep going until she has finished what she set out to do.

Words drift into her mind as she staggers along. It’s a voice she’s never heard. (It’s a voice she knows by heart.)

I—

I know I can—

The echo slips away like sand through her fingers, and she is left with nothing but the dust bunnies stuck to her little tunic and the memory of memories. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything. She will still look.

Because this person, the-one-who-she-must-find—they are out there, somewhere. 

I know I can count on—

Sabine must find them.

She must bring them home.

Okay, okay, maybe The Queen's Thief crew in a SW au? Your choice on who!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE this was my sister's idea (ALSO I ALMOST FORGOT @aslansjedi has also written a super fun TQT in Star Wars au! Check it out here):

The Senate building was in an uproar. In times such as these, that wasn’t totally unprecedented. Usually it meant that Senator Organa or Senator Mothma had just delivered a speech that the more Empire loving representatives were losing their minds about.

This time, however, people were rioting over the results of the first vote on Sounis’s sovereignty. And also the second, which had occurred after the king, here to attend the vote, had had the doors barricaded. The second vote had gone in his favor—but the audacity of him commanding the Senate into voting his way wasn’t what was causing the chaos.

In the middle of all of this, Attolis Eugenides—husband of the queen of the planet Attolia, Queen’s Thief of Eddis (some said former. Others were far wiser), strolled through the halls of the Senate building. He was followed by a posse of flustered attendants, all of whom were trying to talk to him at once.

“Your Majesty—”

“I don’t think it’s wise—”

“Please, Your Majesty—”

The king ignored them all, as he often did. Looking decidedly regal in his embroidered and elegant garments, he stalked up to a door guarded by two stormtroopers. One of them stepped forward as if to stop him, but was skewered by a look that made him back down hastily.

The door hissed open, revealing a small sitting room. Far from the nicest in the Senate building, it was out of the way and held a tall man, sitting in a chair, having coffee. He looked up, and the look on his scarred face was startled, but pleased. Sitting at the same table was a woman with short hair and a smile a man would die to earn, but she was not the object of the king’s attention. The king of Sounis was.

Gen cocked an eyebrow at him as the door hissed shut behind him. “You shot the Emperor?”

“You gave me the gun,” Sophos protested.

My mom's working on a project and said "I can't remake a duck, guys. I've tried and I've tried and I just can't do it" and I responded "God creating the platypus" and then almost cried laughing for a solid minute

Happy Mother’s Day!