Reign of the Empire: The Mask of Fear Chapter 69 Mentions & Highlights
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So I found out that horses do in fact exist in Star Wars (Wookieepedia says they’re found on Endor, Dathomir and Coruscant!), and as I'm a certified Horse Girl™, I had to draw the mounted division of the Coruscant Guard!
Maybe one day I’ll be patient enough to give this a proper Coruscant background, but not today.
This artwork scratches a very specific itch in my brain for reasons... Can you guess why? :D
Yes, this is me in my clone armour riding my horse, Merlin.
STOP THIS IS SO COOL 😭😭😭 Tell Merlin I love them ❤️
Star Wars Horse Girls unite!!! 😍
PS: You can't tell me the guarlara, native to Naboo, wasn't inspired by the Friesian. One might even make the argument that it could have evolved from that horse breed. 😏
The space between them goes taut, every inch of it crackling like lightning caught outside a storm. There had been a time when the electricity zipping between them had unnerved her, had set her on a different sort of high alert. Now, it enthralls her, drives her mad with the overwhelming need to bring the arcing energy to ground.
Someday I'll Write It (Interlude, Chapter 12 Sneak Peek):
"What?”
It takes Anakin a moment to shake off whatever thought had him left him so spellbound.
“What will your security think of this?”
He gestures to the room at her back, watching Padmé collect towels and turn down the covers on her bed.
She shrugs a nonchalant shoulder, though her tone sparks with an edge. “My room, my rules.”
“Careful, milady,” Anakin chuckles. He rolls his lips in an attempt to hold back some quick-witted reply though the corner of his mouth quirks up like he just can’t help himself. “That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me.”
There’s nothing of the sunshine and lightness in Anakin’s eyes that had twinkled out at her when they were surrounded by breezy grasses and roaring waterfalls. His dark blue stare is bold with a challenge that sends a delicious tremor down her spine.
“And if it is?” Padmé raises an eyebrow, fighting not to mirror his widening grin. “Are you challenging my reign here?”
Anakin ducks his head, the tan skin over his cheeks turning an uncharacteristic rosy hue, before he gamely returns his eyes to hers.
“No, of course not. At least..." His smirk is positively dangerous. "...not today.”
The titillating tremor explodes low in Padmé’s belly, her veins singing in the wake of Anakin’s unspoken promise.
“Artoo!” she calls, her blood warming as Anakin saunters towards her.
The astromech’s answering tootle echoes down the hall, his low whirring motors cutting through the thickening tension and heralding his arrival. Padmé’s still locked in the devastating staredown when he rolls to a stop at her elbow, his dome swirling towards her expectantly.
“Alert me if he tries to get up before eleven,” she instructs, then softer to Anakin. “Take some blockers. Get some rest.”
“Yes, milady.”
His devilish wink remains seared into her mind the whole way back to the living room.
Anonymous asked:
The book isn’t available in my country, but I really want to know about all the stuff that is mentioned about Padme. Could I request you share with us every mention she gets no matter how small or big? It would really mean a lot to me.
I can try to do that for you! It may be a bit until I can fully dive in (finishing up another book at the moment) but I can share when I start on Reign of the Empire for real. ☺️