#character defects

[auroranekai]

I’ve redesigned an older OC of mine, my dungeon keeper Lucinda! Might make a proper reference for her later, but she needed any art at all cause the last drawing was from years ago, oops.

[theawakenedalcoholic]

I feel like I can’t sit down, look myself in the mirror, and admit to myself who I really am. I can’t let myself think too deeply about my character, who I am at the core. I’m scared of what I’ll find out about myself. Facing myself is going to be the hardest part of my sobriety, I’m realizing more and more each day. Working the steps in AA has made me take a look at my character defects, and…

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[serenityquest]

[annoyedfanfiction]

Callida

(7) obi-wan x ambassador!reader

It was a dull day when Order 66 echoed through their comms. “Order 66, sir,” Cody relayed. Obi-Wan glanced around him, warily. “Onto the ship, Commander,” he instructed, eyes still fixed grimly on the horizon. “And your men.” Cody didn’t quite know what he was looking for, even as the chip you had given him played out in his memory. Order 66, eradicate the Jedi. Guess who wrote that one, Obi? “Set a course to Coruscant.”

“It is not the Jedi way,” Anakin tried, firmly, glaring Windu down. “He must live.” “Good thing I am not a Jedi.” You stepped from your place in the shadows, lightsaber glinting in your hands. “Queen (L/N).” “(Y/N).” “You would side with a traitor to the Republic?” Palpatine tried, limp on the floor as though helpless. “A traitor to the Sith,” you retorted, coldly. “Get up,” you commanded him, grabbing him by the collar. “Face your death with honour as you failed to face your life.” “I need him!” Anakin protested, his lightsaber whirring to life. “I can save her, Anakin,” Palpatine goaded, hanging limply from your grip. “The Dark is the only way to save her.” “Anakin, whatever he is talking about is a lie,” you assured him, as Mace rearranged his guard, ready to block a strike from any side.  “Padmé,” Anakin breathed, and you could see the desperation in his eyes. “She’s going to die. I saw it!” “She won’t die, Anakin.” You lowered your ‘saber a little way to talk to him. “All the healers of the Republic and Jedha are at her service. I will personally see to her health in whatever matter it is you have seen it risked.” Anakin’s blade lowered. “Only the Dark side can save those on the brink of death!” Palpatine cried, desperately. “Only I can save her.” The door busted open again.

“Jedha mastered dark transfer long before the Sith adopted it,” you disagreed. Anakin jumped back, as though stung, as Obi-Wan entered. “Whatever he has told you, Anakin, let me tell you this: Padmé would not want this for you.” “Anakin?” Obi-Wan queried, gently, his lightsaber lowering in confusion. “Anakin, what’s going on?” “Only the Sith have mastered dark transfer,” Anakin insisted, lowly, glaring across the room at you, “You’re lying to me!” “No! She isn’t,” Obi-Wan denied, urgently, confusion lapsing into worry, into grief. “Y/N) herself has used dark transfer. Ahsoka can confirm it.” Anakin’s hands shook as he turned his lightsaber on Obi-Wan. “You’re lying!” Tears stuttered down his cheeks. “You must be…” “Anakin, I would not lie to you,” Obi-Wan promised, inching forward despite the threatening blade. “Not as your Master. Not as your friend. And certainly not as your brother.” Anakin’s grip loosened, the blade instinctively dropping at the sight of Obi-Wan before him. Obi-Wan opened his arms, his own ‘saber sheathed on his belt. Anakin looked to you, desperately, searching for a lie, for some kind of malice in your eyes. “I would not endanger Padmé’s life, Knight Skywalker,” you told him, firmly, well aware of Mace watching the whole situation unfold. “She is my sister as much as Obi-Wan is your brother.” He flicked the lightsaber off, and fell into Obi-Wan’s embrace, sobbing. “No!” Enraged, Palpatine shot out a huge blast of lightning. In an instant, Mace was there, blocking the striking energy, throwing it back. You ducked out of the way as Palpatine was thrown back by his own blow, crashing into the desk with a heavy thud, and laying still, breath rasping from him. You moved towards him, cautiously, pressing your blade to his neck. He snickered. “With all of you here,” he asked, breathily, “And those three dead.” He glanced, derisively, at the corpses on the floor. “Who’s protecting the precious Temple?” You heard the three Jedi choke a gasp behind you, and he snickered again. “Uh oh.” You thrust the blade through his neck.  “We need to go,” you said, turning back to them. “Stating the obvious,” Obi-Wan muttered, already following Mace out of the room. “Shut up.”

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[the-blu-blues]

Flowers 🌼🌻🌺🌸🌹

[positiveupwardspiral]

“You can’t grow and learn if your focus is on finding someone else to blame instead of looking at your own shortcomings.” —John Maxwell

[livingbeyondaddiction]

Do you need to change your clothes???

Imagine your sin was part of your clothing. How many of us would actually be dressed in fancy suits or ballroom dresses? How many of us would be in clean clothes? I can honestly say none of us are without sin, so how many of us would be covered in stains of dirt and mud? Who’s clothes would be covered in dangerously contaminated with mold? How many of us would be in clothes riddled with moth…

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[johnnybehindthescene999]

No animation today. Only cats...