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I was wondering if maybe I could request a sketch of my main OC at the moment, Sarah Adhara, from my canon-compliant TBB fic, if that's alright! I'm currently writing her season 2 arc, and during that time she may or may not be getting together with Tech 👀🩵 Here is a visual reference, she has marks on her face because she is Force sensitive, and I lowkey picture her with shoulder-length hair in s2 because she enters her dark days post Crosshair being left on Kamino. The hair length doesn't matter much, though. You sketching her will already be enough of an honor.

Thanks so much, and again, congratulations!! You are such a light and a wonderful presence, and I'm happy to have crossed paths with you!! 🩵🫂

MOON!! you are so freaking sweet, thank you!!! 😭💙

Sarah seems lovely! I hope you like this sketch of her! 🥰

“You need to sleep.” Her warm voice comes as a murmur against his temple, there in the blissful silence as he lays reclined back on the sofa with a baby draped delicately over his shoulder; which, speaking of sleep, the one-week-old Ramser’ika is unbelievably sound in. Crosshair nearly hums at the contact but it’s already gone as Delana is circling around in front of him. In the thick shadows of the living room, Crosshair can make out his wife’s silhouette with ease.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

The chrono just shy of 02:30, Delana chooses to ignore him. “It’s time for him to eat,” she supplies instead.

If it were even possible, Crosshair’s grip on his newborn tightens even further.

“You can have him right back,” Dee inveigles, and he doesn’t miss the amusement in her voice. “C’mon.”

Crosshair feels just a bit like a kid being asked to hand over his most prized possession - in which case, is his newborn son. With utmost petulance, he transfers over the itty-bitty Ramser’ika, and stands so that Delana can take his seat.

“I’m not going to sleep,” he voices needlessly, in his defense; the overwhelming desire to ensure to himself (and his wife) that he will be right here, by her side through the night.

Delana feigns an exasperated sigh, but he can hear the smile, the oh-so tired smile playing on her lips as she eases herself carefully - mindful of her surgery scars - down onto the cushion. “I hope your son doesn’t inherit your stubbornness.”

Crosshair’s got a sure, steady hold on her. Through the exhaustion that’s currently a conduit between them, he has to chuckle. “My devilish charm, maybe.”

“Mm. Maybe.”

Crosshair presses a kiss to her forehead as she settles back, and he silently waits for a cue, any cue - more specifically, as to when he can find himself cradling his son once again.

“If you’re not going to sleep,” There it is. “Make yourself useful and come hold me.”

If my calculations are correct, this is the right time!! I am sorry if I am a bit to early 🙏

I wish you a beautiful day! Please enjoy it!! This is just a little moodboard I made for you and your beloved husband 🖤❤🖤

My Masterlist ♡

Tagging some people (celebrate this day too cause moonie is really nice and sweet 💜)

a moodboard for the wonderful fanfiction night personified by @moonstrider9904 ✨

So to celebrate, I commissioned the amazing and talented @nereeitor for an art of me with my beloved tree-man and I am so!! Happy!! I'm choking up and getting emotional, this art is so beautiful! Thank you!!

And thank you to everyone else, to my followers, moots and friends, for making this past year so special, for supporting me and believing in me, for being obsessed over the same fictional men as I am, for reading what I write and looking at my gifs and watching my edits

When I made this blog a year ago I could not possibly imagine the scale of the impact, and I am satisfied and grateful for all I've come across

You’ll like this one 😙