#beneath the cloak

[stealingpotatoes]

I saw your amazing Merrin redesign and this popped into my head:

If you could redesign Ahsoka's TL4J outfit, what would it look like?

aw thank you so much!! and ooo good question!! obviously I love Ahsoka's canon show/tl4j-era design and don't think I could match it, but here're some quick ideas! i'd definitely lean into the Daughter + Rebels finale + that one tcw vision for some inspo

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

[fallloverfic]

I really do love all the little foreshadowing nudges they do in the manhwa.

They didn't have to put this speech bubble under Junghyeok's feet, as he's running desperately to try to somehow stop Dokja from dying.

...Or did they :D

[carkeyarts]

more wings

[a-s-levynn]

"It's too late for me now, I am altered / There is something beneath" A Series of Small Offerings - III/7 - day27

[ninjastar107]

🎭 with pepper for the outfitbdoodle ask :3

🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire

Pepper in [Tabithas Attire]! Ive had this in my drafts for a hot minute, haha! thankyou!

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

"you have found yourself a hunter…"

[snow-blower]

Fixed it because I'm petty:

Now it's perfect 🤭

[sincerely-sofie]

TPiaG AU be like:

“You get some trauma! You get some trauma! You get some trauma! EVERYBODY GETS A TRAUMA!!!!!!!!”

*points at Opal* “Except you.”

Opal's trauma is finding out about all the visceral suffering that stitched her happy family together :)

[spokewar]

thinking about Obi-Wan:

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[sbnkalny]

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men that used to employ an alchemist and a master of decay

limvoro

[reputayswift]

Doesn’t matter what kind of atrocity is happening George WILL stop to describe a doublet, cloak, and belt in detail. My Immortal-core

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 11, day 6

Another floofy cloak design! :D I'll do the back of it tomorrow

They still don't have names, but then again neither do the other two cloaks in the Echt line. Names can happen later, I suppose

[snowshinobi]

lyrics I wrote stuck in my head is like this is great that means they're catchy! but also. god I wish this had music

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

--- Aster has a slooty waist so you bet he could pull this outfit off.

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Embracing Nature's Symphony: Participating in the City Nature Challenge Rain or Shine