Fall Characters #6 Quick Collie and King sketch before heading to bed (Also, here's what Collie's old hat looked like before Luz gave him her beanie ^^).
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He marches into the throne room and tosses his hood back. Immediately an array of blasters are on him, enough to bring him down, but he doesn’t care.
“Where is he?” he barks, glaring right at Boba Fett.
Fett raises his eyebrows. “Most people start with a greeting,” he says tersely.
Wild Mynock Chase
By pixie_rings
I had the great pleasure of collaborating with @materassassino and @fromthemouthofzabe in this year's Star Wars Big Bang! I cannot express how awesome big bang partners they were and just how fun the fic is! I was hooting and hollering the entire time I was reading! If y'all like Dinluke, BobaCobb, and the idea of Luke Skywalker and Boba Fett begrudgingly teaming up, check it out!
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A Rug, a Praxis Project by Nahil Bishara, (remote study through correspondence), Chicago School of Interior Design, Chicago, IL, 1960-1964 [The Nahil Bishara Collection, The Palestinian Museum Digital Archive, The Palestinian Museum, Birzeit]
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Good morning, everyone. Here's a sloppily written thing to go with a drawing I made yesterday. (For context, Devin is on a mission to break Reginald and Right out of the wall. He's getting Right, but of course, that guy is in maximum security, so he has to pry open a locked, heavy metal door.)
Devin practically slammed his cybernetic arm into the crack of the metal door and pulled. Sure, if he had two regular arms this would've been really stupid. But his left arm, the one that had to be replaced, was of course not normal. It was built not only to replace his arm but it also came with extra features. The extra strength was going to be helpful in this situation.
The door started to bend under the pressure to the point that Devin could get his fingers around the edge of the door. He took hold of the edge of the door with both hands now and pushed his leg against the wall for extra force. The metal started to groan under pressure. Both from the door and his arm.
Devin grunted out of frustration but kept pulling on the door. Something in his left arm popped and sparked, but he wasn't going to stop now. The joints started to pop in his arm to expose the inner workings and wires that were now the only things keeping it together. He let out a spew of strained curses that would have made Right Hand Man proud of him.
Finally, the door gave way as the latch broke. He stumbled back and caught himself on the opposite wall.
Devin's arm started beeping warnings at him. That same agitating sound that had plagued him for all these months and it was going to give away his position.
In a fleet of panic, he grabbed his pocket knife and was just barely able to lift his arm enough to slam it into the palm where the beeping was. Surprisingly, it worked since the beeping came to a slow stop. He sighed heavily and slammed the sockets back into place. It's not like it would have helped him anyway. He could barely move it, and the fingers were all bent to prevent any movement anyway.
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