CITRINITAS!! Figuring out this design took SO long but i think im mainly happy with it but i got told he looks like a pimp ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
This is just a sketch cause i gotta get used to this guy and getting back to posting
I MIGHT FULLY RENDER THIS IDK THOUGH
I tried to add details to make em look more insecty i dont know if i did well but im happy with it ALSO HE HAS A SNATCHED SKINNY BEAUTIFUL WAIST BUUUTTT the thing in front of his chest is covering it so we wont see it today ๐๐๐๐๐
((This is also a protest to a certain someone to attempt posting more alagadda in future))
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it is... my longest chapter yet, now. three new scenes, nearly 10k more words than the og draft, and i'm pretty sure i made obi-wan's life even worse than i already had (somehow). so.
onto the next chapter!
and of course, celebratory snib under the cut.
He was thirty-seven, and he was a prisoner, and he was laid flat on his back, legs spread for the Sith Lord raping him.
โI should keep you like this all the time,โ Palpatine groaned. โNo fighting. No talking back. No disobeying. Simply taking it like a perfect, little whore.โ
Obi-Wanโs mind trembled at the prospect, though his body remained utterly limp. His whimpering protest never even formed in his lungsโthe inalterable pace of his breathing, the leaden immobility of every one of his muscles, prevented it.
Helpless. Trapped. Only able to lay there and take it.
Hot droplets of tears leaked down to his temples. With his eyes closed, he could almost, almost, pretend the weight on him was Quinlan. But every time Palpatine spoke or moaned, every time he shifted his thin-fingered grip or the angle at which he thrust, the illusion broke. This was not Quinlan. He would probably never see Quinlan again. Never hear his voice. Never feel his touch.
