A Prince and a Jedi. 🤍
I got a prompt from a patron to draw a royal wedding that will take place in the end of a long and angsty fic called Whatever You Want. I hope I did your vision justice! 🤍
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Original painting by Edmund Blair Leighton, 1890 Edit by drownmyselfinwh1skey
(Ugh, major Pride & Prejudice vibes anyone? ❤ I can basically hear him saying “Join me. Please.” Btw, I decided that this series will have 8 parts, so we’re already halfway through!)
[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]
The sacrament is you.
6/9/20 (x)
what if we… kissed in the moonlight? 🌙
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The Red String of Fate - Rey’s Force Vision
( So as I promised here’s my Episode IX re-make, part 1 💙) ( TROS does not exist, my epIX re-creation is not related to that garbage movie at all )
Rey goes for a walk in the forest, to find peace…to find answers within herself….Then suddenly she feels something in the Force…a figure of a small boy runs across the path in front of her. He feels somehow familiar…
As she watches the child, the trees begin to thin and transform into tall white pillars…
 A tall figure appears in the distance, the little boy happily runs to him…the man holds out its arms, swinging the laughing child into the air..she could recognize “him” anywhere…Ben. And their child. Her family.
When she opened her teary eyes again…the force vision was gone.
She was alone with her thoughts again…but was she tho?
Gaia (or Gaea) was the goddess of the earth and one of the primordial elemental deities who born at the dawn of creation in Greek mythology. She was the great mother of all creation; the heavenly gods were descended from her through her union with Ouranos (sky), the sea-gods from her union with Pontos (sea), the Gigantes (giants) from her mating with Tartaros (the Pit), and mortal creatures born directly from her earthy flesh.
Old pieces I found in a random folder I don't remember with.
My future 100 year-old self in a nursing home, venting to my caregivers about Reylo
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