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last day of mermayyy ✨

my dathomirian zabrak ocs Sahana and Wrath during his selection

So I tried to make an Opress bros dating sim but uh.. I found out that it's way too much work! So here are some of the assets I made for it.

This was supposed to be an exercise in composing multiple separate sketches in one canvas, but Rex's turned out too nice and I had to follow through a bit

Self-indulgent stupid meme redraw I did last night

taps on the mic.... GETS RLLY CLOSE TO IT .. smacks my lips

I'd love to know more about Cherie and her story! Liike, ooh, how did she end up working for the Rescue Corps? :D

HII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK <33 Cherie comes from Karut (omg shocker) where she was born and raised on a farm! She was pretty sheltered growing up as the area she lived in was rural. However, she had a knack for adventure, often venturing in places she shouldn't be, such as caves and tall plants. She often threw herself at danger even though her mom was incredibly against this.

She has an older brother too! (I don't have a design for him yet </3) he sometimes goes with Cherie on her various adventures but does not have the guts like she does.

One day, in her teenage years, a neighborhood kid went into the caves and got stuck in a crawlspace. The Rescue Corps were called but by the time they got there, Cherie was already out with the child, comforting him.

The Rescue Corps thought she had done a prank call on them but no, she just got to it first! Cherie was incredibly curious about the Rescue Corps but her parents wanted her to focus on the family farm. In the first few years in her adulthood, she focused on helping out with the farm but she grew more and more curious. Something clicked in her that fateful day, "I could go on adventures to other planets and save more people?!"

It was her true passion, she wanted to get out of this monotonous grind on Karut. With much time, she was able to get her parents to warm up to the idea of her leaving the farm life. At the age of 24, she enlisted and went through boot camp and training. A year later, she's the new rookie at 25!

Her general personality is timid, courageous, noble, hot tempered, naive, and loyal.

it's been about a year, and i still have that Opress Bros dating sim art you made in my head rent free, thank you for that

I'm super happy this left an impact on you!! I really wanted to make this last year but I was too intimidated by Ren'Py at the time to make it! ALSO, writing for Star Wars is super daunting (to me, at least) and I was worried that I would forget some tidbit of lore about Dathomir or about Maul, Savage, and Feral. I know I'm basically a Pikmin blog now but Maul holds a special place in my heart, I probably will return to the fanbase when the Maul show comes out!! IM SO EXCITED FOR THAT!! Sooo just in case this happens and I decide to continue the Opress Bros dating sim (since I am no longer scared of Ren'Py cause I'm making a Pikmin dating sim now) I won't spoil the ideas I had written about it juuuust in case. But, considering how much work the Pikmin dating sim is already proving, I don't wanna put anyone's hopes up that I'll make it :( I am happy a lot of people are interested though! It is very encouraging!

There's a piece of Maul ai art going around and I had left a comment saying it was ai and OP deleted it 💀💀💀

This sinful masterpiece got me spiraling.

Thank you, @andrabeets

TW: NFSW/Religious content (kinda?)

Priest!John Price x F!Reader

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Father John stood before you, his dark robes blending into the shadows, only his face illuminated by the soft light of the candles. His eyes were on you, watching, studying.

He knew why you were there, knew the true motives behind your late-night visits to the church. It wasn't faith that had brought you to your knees once again.

Slowly, he reached out, his hand hovering above your head for just a moment, as if hesitating. But then his fingers sank into your hair, threading through the strands with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t dare move, didn’t speak.

"Does your husband know you're here?" The older man's voice was low, almost a whisper, as he looked down at you.

Eyes wide, you gazed up at him, glistening with a sweetness that you knew would draw him in.

''I’m just visiting the church, Father,'' You replied with lips curving into a slow, innocent smile before continuing, ''I came to confess my sins, to repent.''

"You know what that means, don't you?" He rasped, his restraint slipping with every second.

A soft, menacing chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned in closer, feeling the heat of his struggle brushing past your face. "Yes, Father. I do."

Before you could fully grasp the weight of your own words, you felt the blunt pressure of his cock forcing its way past your lips, hitting the back of your throat with a demanding thrust. The saliva that had pooled in your mouth spilled out, dripping down onto your exposed cleavage.

He was enormous, his length extending well past his navel, the thickness comparable to your wrist and each thrust was a relentless, stretching your mouth and throat to their limits. Naturally, tears welled up, blurring your vision and deepening your sense of submission to the man above.

All you wanted was to look up at his face, to see how he scrunched his brow and gazed at you as though you were the object of worship rather than the worshipper.

If this is what sin felt like, if this was the exhilaration of crossing every boundary, then you were ready to embrace it completely and dive headfirst into the abyss.

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“Damask rose.”

Is it from an old world? Older than galaxy’s distance could convey. Or perhaps a new one, yet unborn.

He only tells you it is from a different world. He tells you not to let anyone else see it.

Why, you wonder. And could there be a more different than the world than the one he returns to when he leaves you?

But you will withhold your question.

You accept the absence of explanations, which is not the negation of truth, he told you, but protection against lies. You have known this since your first night when you asked your questions. His reply was the rustles of clothes, of night leaving, his heat linger on your body like bruises.

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