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Thirteen and Ahuska

Strength

Even though we must be apart, we will still be together.

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Art Fight attack #6 - Cipher Thirteen and Ahuska for @dingoat !💖

Got inspired by a certain person doing monochrome stuff recently. The drawing ended up a little off from how Ahuska looks character-wise, but it’s close enough and I like how this turned out. I guess that counts, no?

He has advice, mostly of the 'this is what works for me, I know it's not one size fits all, but hope it helps you, too' variety. ---

Biggest one is to find Your People. Who care about you and you care about them, who keep you grounded and help you have fun, who you trust. (It can be varying levels of trust; while Tragen would trust anyone from the SW crew to watch his back except Broonmark >.>, he has borderline blind faith in Vette, and Jaesa's the only one who knew the full depth of his not-a-Sithness, even before they were a couple. And not in a fight, he's extremely wary around Quinn and Pierce bc they're both Imperial loyalists.) Bonus points if there's at least one or two of them you can completely be yourself around.

It does take some soul-searching, but knowing what your morals are, and where your lines are for things you will always/never do. This will help with picking Your People, bc it informs who you want to associate with/trust, assuming the choice of association is up to you. Sometimes circumstances might make you cross one of those lines. You process it and move on, maybe talk it out with someone you trust. Drowning in guilt will only paralyze you and won't fix anything.

He's less sure of how much help he can be with the Force Sensitive part, since his connection is kinda mid; if she's toward an extreme he doesn't really have anything for helping to muffle or strengthen it. UM. Much as it's a stock line, meditation does help, at the very least with figuring out your limits and if there's a way to alter them if they don't let you do what you want to accomplish. (There's a reason he's Carnage Marauder/Infiltration Shadow spec; he's more about using the Force to amplify physical abilities when needed than relying on it straight-up) It's fine to not lean too heavily on the Force and trust more in physical abilities if you have something that's a special skill/focus of yours.

There's nothing wrong with enjoying the rush of a fight or the challenge of it, or any aspect of fighting aside from the hurting/killing part. He will think there's something wrong if you like that part, lol.😅(he's very aware of the necessity of hurting or killing sometimes, but he does not enjoy it at all. Seriously, Worst Sith Ever)

Trying to think of a happier note to end on and all I can come up with is he's always happy to talk or try to help her if she wants advice again, even if he feels he's not particularly good at it. ^^ He can be a trustworthy listening ear at the very least.

Thanks for the ask @dingoat​ and for letting me borrow Ahuska (kinda) and Crow (Rev, I can’t tag you! Did you change your url?)

2: Nowhere to run Corners | Caged | Confrontation

Word Count: 208 I don’t want to give away too much! haha. But, I really wanted to do this because this scene has been in my head for two weeks.

The weight in Fynta’s hands shouldn’t have felt as heavy as it did. The night air turned her lungs to ice, amplifying each wheezing breath in her ears. Moonlight spilled over the land, painting hills in silver and trees in the deepest of blacks. 

“Just—hear me out, will ya?”

Crow stood with his hands raised while a monster frolicked behind him. Fynta couldn’t make the shot from here, not with a pistol; even with her augmentations. Her gaze flickered to the blur of fur as if flitted in and out of view. Crow took a step to the side, filling Fynta’s view again. 

“You don’t wanna do this.”

Fynta bared her teeth as if she were the animal her name claimed. Like the one she’d come so far to kill. “You don’t know—”

“I do,” Crow assured. His hands never strayed towards his weapon, though he hardly needed that to make things more difficult for Fynta. There was a sliver of her friend in those blue eyes. “Believe me, I do.”