It's been a LONG time since I drew anything, yesterday I was excited to do this sketch of Billy, I still intend to finish it 🤭🤭
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Ooooh, I can see you guys really like my sketches. So I'm going to throw one more 🥺.
If there's anything you want to ask, feel free to write! I'll try to figure out this translator sometime XD
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Оооо, я вижу, вам очень нравятся мои скетчи. Так что кину еще один 🥺
Если вы хотите что-то спросить, не стесняйтесь, пишите! Я постараюсь как-нибудь разобраться с этим переводчиком XD
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Sabine Still Has Nightmares...
(MY ART! Please credit if reposted)
THIS STORY ISN'T MINE!
( This is from someone who anonymously posted in the question thing. I really liked it and decided to make a little sketch based off of it~ Thank you to whoever wrote this <3 )
“It’s also quite possible that your friend is dead…”
Sabine woke with a start, her heart racing and her body drenched in sweat. She frantically looked around the room as the all too familiar sensation of a panic attack threatened to consume her.
Her eyes fell on Ezra sleeping peacefully a few feet away and her body and mind started to relax. He wasn’t dead like Thrawn had assumed. He was alive and well and here with her.
She sighed and put her head in her hands, taking a couple deep breaths, before getting up and taking a seat at the foot of Ezra’s bed.
As she looked him over, there was so much she wanted to tell him. So much she wanted to hear from him too. But it could wait until the morning.
Despite the time that had passed, Ezra was still the same person Sabine had apprehended and later come to love. He had grown quite handsome and the beard suited him she thought, though she’d never admit it to him.
She recognized the scar on his cheek from a fight he and Kanan had had with some inquisitors, but his body was littered with new scars as well as a few bumps and bruises here and there. She gently traced the scar on his cheek with her fingers as well as a particularly bad scar on one of his muscular arms, causing him to awake to her touch.
“Morning already?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“No,” Sabine replied, shaking her head, “I had a nightmare.”
“What about?”
“It’s not important.”
Sabine could tell Ezra didn’t believe her, but he refrained from asking anything else.
There was a small pause with the two of them just taking the other in.
“Come here” Ezra said, pulling back the covers.
“A-are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Sabine climbed into bed beside him and he instinctively moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her cheek, speaking sweet nothings to her until she dozed off and the nightmare was a thing of the past.
Sabine smiled in her sleep that night because for the first time in ten years she felt truly safe.
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Again! I absolutely love this! I would love to read story like these in the future ^^
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I don't know if there is such an expression in English, but in my language, slightly large tall men are called "closets". I tried to adapt the joke, but I'm not sure if it was successful
At least you can just look at these silly
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Oh my god, mafiafell frans!? 😱
Yeah~ mafiafell frans 🥴
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Боже, мафиозный фелл франс?! 😱
Даааа~ мафиозные фейлики 🥴
Обожаю их, спецыально рисую редко, чтобы любовь к ним скопилось как многолетний вискарь, хотя я не пью
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Thinking about Imperials
Ignore the loose whiskers, when I started drawing this I thought it would be a celestial 🙈
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caw caw
(I transfered my friends drawing of a parrot into digital art with his permission!!! his insta is just_kai101 )
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