i love the v3 gal’s designs but i sure as hell dont draw em enough lmao (also late hapy bday to maki JHSDF)

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i love the v3 gal’s designs but i sure as hell dont draw em enough lmao (also late hapy bday to maki JHSDF)
Angstpril Day 9: “I Wish We Had More Time”
“Hi Padmé. It-it’s been a while.”
“Ani,” she replies, voice laced with that same long-suffering affection. Her hair is down, glistening curls perfectly framing her face. “You hardly come by.”
He sighs sorrowfully. “Well, war never stops. I’ve tried to get away, but…”
“I know. You don’t need to apologize.”
“But I do. Padmé, I broke my word. I couldn’t—"
“Ani. The past is the past. All you can do is learn from it.”
“You always know exactly what to say.”
“Well, it’s kinda part of my job.” She fixes the Japor snippet hanging around her neck and smooths out the non-existent wrinkles in her shimmering blue dress. “Now, how is Luke?”
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Still as rebellious as always.”
Her subsequent smile speaks of untold secrets.
Padmé opens her mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a choked-off gasp.
“Padmé?” He steps toward her, hand outstretched, “are you ok?”
She puts up a placating hand. “I’m fine, I’m fine. But I must go. Duty calls for both of us.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he replies. He looks at her, taking in every detail, every quirk.
“Oh Ani, I wish we had more time,” she laments, and he’s never seen her look so mournful at their parting, though it is painful every time.
“Alright. I love you, my angel,” he says reluctantly, reaching out towards her.
Padmé smiles, eyes sparkling. “I love y—"
As their hands connect, the apparition fades, the space where it once stood devoid of any warmth, any evidence of its existence.
He collapses on his knees, his only witness the statuesque Queen who entranced a little slave boy from Tatooine many lifetimes ago. His breaths rattle, but never waver, their steady cadence beyond his control.
He-he wants—he wishes—
As his gloved hands touch the cold, bone-dry stone below, he is inexplicably reminded of an old saying whose words migrated with the desert winds.
Crying is a waste of water.
Darth Vader wishes he could shed even a single tear.
Steely Dan: *LOUDLY counts money*
Thinking about how Rena is canonically a big sister but how we’ll probably never get to see her fawning adorably about her younger sibling because of the mess that was her parents’ divorce... 🥺
do you like someone at the moment?
I feel like I need a second CATS journal to be dirty on. 😏 most of the dirty thoughts on certain photos come first then the rest follows.. hmm 🤔
i drove for the third time after The Crash and when I returned with my dad my mom asked me why my face was so red
What did he mean by this....? 🤔