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[cosmicscuderia]

Feels like… self absorbed to do but a kinktober/fic update: there’s no kinktober fic today and no still your boy tomorrow cause I still haven’t sorted out the final chapter 🥲 I do plan to finish still your boy this week though, and there will be a new kinktober tomorrow (a somno/omo prompt)

[zipzaptoastainthebath]

It doesn't matter how stupid it seems. Having a reason to live isn't pathetic, no matter what the reason is. You matter and so do the silly things that matter to you.

[amidalashandmaidens]

The ideal scenario

(you're gonna have to forgive me, I was drawing them from memory)

*squishhhh the face*

Supportive mother

[heavqn]

i made a discord account……….if anyones a interested you can dm me ❣️

[the-bad-sanses]

[khanlusa]

I’ve finally dragged myself into continuing writing and chapter 10 is going great guys, everything is fine.

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The sound of a screaming child hit her ears and Rey stalled at the top of the stairs, head whipping in its direction. It came from the side of the building that was just hit by a shockwave. Another wail and she made out what it was saying.

“Mom!”

Her legs moved before she could think. She raced to the end of the hall and found the door where the screams were clearest. Without a key to open it, Rey quickly pulled the cover off the key pad, revealing the wires beneath. It was a hotel room, not a criminal penthouse or planetary treasury, so it wasn’t complicated to get the door open. Cut a couple of wires, disengage the lock, and pull the manual handle meant for emergencies.

Almost the entire wall to her left was windows for a balcony and glass was everywhere, embedded in the opposite wall, the furniture, the floor, and the body of a middle-aged Tholothian woman in an elegant blue robe, lying in a halo of her own blood. A young Tholothian girl in a blood-stained green dress crouched over the body, shaking the woman’s shoulder and crying for her to get up.

[thereluctantinquisitor]

❝When’s the last time you slept?❞ for Hanin pls and ty!

“When’s the last time you slept?” 

“Last night,” Hanin replied. It was morning. He looked fresh. Bright-eyed. Bushy tailed. 

Everyone was happy for him.