Here’s a batch of art requests I did on instagram, thanks to everyone who submitted a character 🥰 I had a blast drawing all of them, I might do this again in the future!
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here's a WILDLY out of character rogue galaxy fanfic. like i have not played this game in 10 years and i know that mc does NOT sound like this, but decided to have some fun playing around with this guy's head to see what i'd end up with
So the thing about your dad is that you didn’t really think about your dad, mostly because you didn’t have one of those. You had a Raul, and Raul was great. You never questioned this until you met other children, at which point you had to wonder: was Raul your dad?
At some point, you asked, and the answer was no. You had a Dad, and you had a Mom, because that was how biology worked, and that was all Raul told you about them.
You never asked anything else. You’d wanted to, but Raul had looked sort of sad about it. You assumed he didn’t know. Instead, you decided that fine, you were obviously some sort of nameless orphan abandoned in the desert that Raul found. That wasn’t great, but you cheered yourself up about it. There were all kinds of abandoned nameless orphans that made names for themselves in the universe, and you? You were going to be one of them.
But it turns out you should have asked more questions, because you aren’t an abandoned nameless orphan. Your mom is… dead(?), but your dad?
Your dad is brooding and mysterious. Your dad keeps his identity under wraps. Your dad has a rad mustache. And actually, your dad is a super-mega-awesome bounty hunter with intergalactic fame.
Everybody knows his cool nickname but you.
Even Raul. Especially Raul, because, as it turns out, Raul is his best friend, and your dad gave you to him because – what?
You don’t know.
Maybe he just didn’t want you. But your dad seems? Nice??
He has to at least kind of like you. He saved you that one time you were going to get killed by giant chickens. He gave you a cool sword that turns out to be some super awesome legendary artifact. And he was totally chill with those three months you stole his identity so you could become a space pirate.
Not a lot of dads do all of that for their kids.
But you do have to wonder. What’s up with this shit?
You sort of get why he gave you up. He couldn’t exactly haul around a baby while he was doing his bounty hunting, sure. But… why didn’t you know his name? Why didn’t Raul ever tell you his name? Why don’t you know a single thing about him? Why did you spend nineteen years thinking he was dead?
You don’t know. Maybe you’re never going to know, because the only people who could answer you is Raul and your dad.
… Raul’s dead, by the way.
Sort of seems that you’re not really allowed to have more than one parental figure in your life at once. The moment that number got upped to two, life noticed and went oh shit, gotta fix that, and then you were suddenly left with just the one.
Just the none, actually.
Because your dad? Your dad’s gone.
He dropped into your life to pat you on the shoulder and say, hey, here’s the tragic backstory you might have wondered about, don’t you look just like your mother -- and then – poof. Gone. And there are a lot of things you could feel about that, but you? You’re a busy guy now. You’re a space pirate with things to do – a funeral to arrange – a world to save – so –
