:DDDDDD i got tagged by @sleepswithvillains for this (hi!!! i love ur fics!!!! and art!!! thank u for tagging me!!!)
I am Bad at tagging people so yeet if u see, and u want do, GO FOR IT, say i tagged u, even if u not in my fckn mutual circle idc have fun y’all. I’m Here for creative content I’m out here like [slap slap slap on the metaphorical counter] show me ur shit i’m Vibing on it.
S o. I’ve got Two things. I got an Art and a Words >:3
Art:
I’m drawin’ Corin (and also his boyfriend Kisu in that top one lol) bc I’m BIG NERD HOURS and my fckn looks-imperial-but-are-republic boys are Great.
Yeehaw.
And here is WORDS from the next blip of Left Behind.
And just, just a shitload of worm imagery. I was really into worms a few nights ago apparently, and that extended into the Absolutely Bonkers way I describe shit lmfao.
Mita breathed, slow and steady, then groaned.
“Fuck.”
That… that could have gone better. It also could have gone significantly worse, but when the metric is ‘die by extension of a horror of a monarchy designed to fry you from the inside out’ versus ‘hit the planet surface at Mach Whatever’, things not going ‘significantly worse’ feels a lot less like the relief it maybe should have, and more like you used a rocket launcher to open a can of worms, and now there’s worms everywhere in the worst possible way.
And being abandoned to the whims of gravity and a long fucking fall is a pretty decent sized can of worms. Horrible worms. Worms that explode on impact into even more worms.
To count some of those worms. One: he was stranded in the undercity of a planet after being ditched by the people he was working with to the one person in the galaxy most perfectly designed to fuck him completely sideways. Two: he’d have to ditch the helmet and armor and everything, and quick, because no way in hell was this not going to be a dramatically distinctive look by the end of the day by the pure ‘fuck this guy’ of Vaylin alone. Three: fucking ow. Fucking Ow. Hitting the pavement never felt so much like getting drop-kicked into a really fast hydraulic press.
He’d bruise, heavily, for absolute certain. No doubt about it. You don’t get to fall further downwards than you can see without picking up at least a little bit of the ‘stuffed in a meat grinder’ look. Even heavily armored, and heavily reinforced on the inside. That’s just now how mashing your skin into the ground at terminal velocity works.












