Julie: amateur artist and nerd of many interests. Some things I drew including: Star Wars art (tag guide), Charcoal portraits, Doctor Who art, Les Miserables art, Marvel Cinematic Universe art, Lord of the Rings and Silmarillion art, A note about requests Things I wrote (cross-posted on AO3) My untended lawn: My alter ego on deviantart is oboe-wan. See also my Society 6 shop for prints, etc. Commissions are on hiatus.
Seeing a lot Sternum Out couture gowns recently got me thinking about the Satine Lives AU in which she survives getting stabbed by Maul and what if after recovering she always chooses formal wear that shows the scar from the Darksaber, like…
I absolutely flopped on my plans for contributing to percahlia week, but I managed to start two sketches (even if I didn’t finish or post on time).
For day 2 (the demon part of demons/dragons), I thought of the scene in “Gunpowder Plot” (1.31) when Vex pushes him against the wall:
“Are you all right?”
“I think so.”
“Look me in the eye, Percy.”
“I feel… cruel. But in control. This is controllable, at the moment.”
Playing with the day 1 prompt (yours/later), I was thinking of Percy trying to get his shirt back from Vex, something like, “My dear, you know everything I have is yours, but I might need to get dressed sometime later…”
I have been trying to draw more and practice capturing a variety of faces, so here are some screencap doodles courtesy of my current obsession with The Gilded Age…
3.01
Miss Scott being So Beautiful
Face Journey Montage:
3.02
Russell sibs
Absolutely nothing inappropriate going on in this carriage, definitely not
I think this would go very differently depending on where in the relationship they are?
If she managed to blurt it before they had kissed,
It would certainly fluster Obi-Wan but I think the intensely charged moment that followed would also fluster her. She’d spiral from “now I’m thinking about it” to “he knows I’m thinking about it” to “and does he know how much I want him to want to…?”
If it was after they had been kissing,
He would still be flustered and off-balance, but he wouldn’t let her win an argument that easily!
(I also think she’d employ that tactic later for old time’s sake at moments of peak hilarity…)
Satine squinted into the macrobinoculars at the crest of the uneven pile of debris.
“I can just make out their clan insignia. They used to be Clan Kryze allies. I can probably negotiate with them.”
“Probably?” Obi-Wan reached out with the Force to sense the mood of the approaching warriors, but it wasn’t very helpful. They were ill at ease in the ruined landscape, but focused on their intent to scavenge useful technology or valuables from the shattered dome where he and Satine were sheltering.
She shrugged slightly. “Loyalties change. Still, I’d rather meet them on my own terms than have them find me cowering.” She started to scale the slope, but the shattered transparisteel shifted under her shoes, bringing her back down next to him.
“Wait. Satine. I don’t like it,” he countered. The thought of her putting herself in danger, trusting an alliance that had probably been invalidated by her father’s death, put knots in his stomach.
“I don’t like it either, but I think it’s our only option. They’ll be here in a few moments.”
The stream of shattered transparisteel pooled around her shoes but then seemed to drain under them like sand through an ancient timekeeping device. Obi-Wan shifted it with his foot; sure enough, the sole of his boot hit a metallic grate. He kicked more sand out of the way. Whether it had been a drain or an air vent he wasn’t sure, but it was large, and it had to lead somewhere.
“There’s another way.”
She didn’t respond, and when he looked up, she was already scrambling up the slope again, reaching for a slab of broken duracrete. It crumbled under her hand, and she slid back again, letting out a huff of frustration.
Obi-Wan caught her, one hand lightly on her shoulder, the other gripping her wrist.
“Listen to me.”
She spun, glaring down at his hand on her arm.
“You say listen, but I think what you mean is obey,” she retorted.
“I don’t mean that,” he said, stunned.
She was an impetuous person (decisive, she called it), and preferred to keep her own counsel. He felt like he’d spent the past few weeks at her heels, calling listen, listen, over and over. He never supposed she would take it in that light. But it made sense; following orders was expected of a soldier’s daughter.
“What do you mean then?” she demanded.
“I just mean… hear me out. You know that I’m clever-“
“And modest,” she muttered, though she didn’t deny it.
“You know the Force is my ally. Most of all you know that I care for you.”
She looked up, pink blooming on her cheeks as she met his gaze.
“I would not let harm come to you. I have a plan. When I say listen, I just mean trust me.”
The glint of beskar in her eyes softened. She leaned forward suddenly, and the brush of her lips against his cheek was hot.
Instructions to the Mandalorian Protectors and Senate guards:
The delicate and intensive negotiations between the Republic’s emissary and the leader of the Council of Neutral Systems must take place in absolute privacy.
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