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dasakuryo:

faerinny:

ENG: I was once again commissioned by the lovely @dasakuryo to work on a Star Wars piece! It was a lot of fun.  I liked working on the characters, their designs are really nice, and I loved the idea of a group of women happily posing and smiling together!  And tho it has been a rough couple of weeks for my health, the client was amazingly understanding, kind, and patient. Thank you so much, Ai!

☆ If you’d like a piece like this for your own, you too can  Commission me!!! (special baby fund commissions)

☆ If you like my work, you can Buy me a coffee

[Description: a digital drawing of four women in a group pose: Shara Bey, wearing a green jacket and pants, looking at Prithi, wearing an orange jumpsuit, and sticking her tongue, Sabine Wren, wearing a smudge paint armour outfit, looking at Jyn Erso who holds her back. ]

♥ Rebel gals, rebel pals ♥

34. Returned from the dead kiss (Cassian comes back to Hoth from a month long undercover mission only to find out that Jyn was KIA during a Pathfinder mission…)

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melanoradrood:

in honor of rebelcaptainsmutweekend

He comes down off the ship, jacket still snug around his body, when he sees Bodhi. It’s normally Jyn that greets him, always Jyn, except when she’s on a mission, which isn’t that surprising, given that the Pathfinders seem to always be on the go. He had wanted to see her, of course, had missed her, but Jyn being away… he had waited a month to see her. He could wait a few more days until she returned.

Bodhi’s face, though, it says something else. A bubble of fear settles into the pit of Cassian’s stomach, and he realizes he might be waiting a bit longer than that.

He wants to turn and run, return to his ship, because on his ship, Jyn had been waiting for him just outside, and he was going to once again try to work up the courage to tell her how he felt, and now… now everything is in turmoil.

“Bodhi…” he says, and the pilot doesn’t even look at him, just down at his hands, where he’s pulling on a rag, one he had just been using.

“Cassian, it’s Jyn, she-”

The way that Bodhi’s shoulders are shifted forward, how his face is scrunched up, how he’s unable to talk… it says it all. Others in the hanger, they’re looking at him, looking at him with pity, with sorrow, with…

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