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[hey-august]

👀 it's time for another sneak peek...........

For once, the smarmy look on Buggy’s face flickered. Bushy eyebrows raised slightly in surprise and the corners of his smile fell before transforming into a hungry wolfish grin. Leaning back in his chair, the captain beckoned you closer with a tantalizing curl of two fingers.

This was your moment. As you walked forwards, Buggy reclined and spread his legs into an indecently dominant pose. Another twitch from his finger told you to lower yourself. You were more than glad to kneel before your captain. Trapped between his body heat and your desire, you barely noticed the rough wood floor digging into your bare knees.

A gloved hand floated over and cupped your chin. The leather from his performance gloves was rich and velvety. Softening into his touch, you felt a twinge of worry that you might melt completely. Meeting his watchful gaze, the worry dissipated. You wanted nothing more than to dissolve, to fall apart because of him.

[pluttskutt]

Rusalka

These water maidens live in lakes together in small groups as sisters. Unlike other mermaids, they do not grow tails when they dive into the depths. The sisters play in the water, dance and sing with voices enchanting above sea, unknowingly luring men to them who drown when chasing after the beautiful maidens.

[ahsokamylovely]

Sabine’s Hair Dye

Think about it: There’s probably one bathroom (or refresher as they call it) on the Ghost right, maybe two? And Sabine has to keep up with her hair by re-dying it constantly so it doesn’t look like and Imperial ship leaked on it. Imagine the bathroom sink covered in hair dye and hair dye stains. Marked with slightly faded shades of various blues, and oranges and indigo from the not so long ago past, staining the sink with vibrancy. And the smell of hair dye and even bleach from when she tried to clean it, lingers in the bathroom and it irritates Hera a bit because come on, it is her ship.

But honestly, Sabine’s individuality and creativity means so much to everyone on board, including Chopper that Hera more often than not lets it go. Currently, when she sees the faint splatter of a light-ish purple, bordering on a gentle lavender, it’s like a breath of fresh air to not only Hera, but to the rest of the crew, with the galaxy so bleak due to the Empire. Just like the rest of Sabine’s art that scatters almost every surface, it’s refreshing and lively.

So yeah, Zeb grumbles about the smell, slightly too strong for his sensitive Lasat nose. Almost to the point it scrunches and his ears flatten in mild objection.

 And Ezra whines and bangs on the door whenever she’s fixing the shade of her hair, just wanting a hot shower after a long day of mischief and Jedi training. 

Kanan, man, the Jedi just wishes he could see the dyed sink one more time, regretting never really appreciating much, because he is sick of seeing nothing but darkness. To the point of frustration, he curses the Force, because it is pretty much useless in this case.

Chopper just beeps at it and rolls away, unsurprisingly.

Hera, it takes her a while to get use to it every time. And she always wonders, “which color scheme will be next?”

But honestly, they wouldn’t have it any other way.