spaces of exile

  • What I say: I'm fine
  • What I think: Obi-Wan Kenobi never turned to the Dark Side even as he saw all his loved ones killed, the Jedi Order and the Republic he fought for destroyed, and the person who was his brother turned into a monster. He was a true hero of the Jedi and the Republic to the very end and safeguarded the last hope of the Galaxy and all the thanks he got was being the weird wizard who lives in a shitty hut in Tatooine just give him a spinoff movie he deserves to be happy please

It’s been Wildstar Month over on Patreon.

Myym and Rhilyn strike again! The genuine and generous gentlebeings graced me yet again with another gift, reuniting Lovall at long last with his true love, the Little Lost Larvae.

Tried a new colouring technique for this one, and while it was much quicker than my usual method, I’m not happy with the results either. But I desperately need to find a new approach if I hope to produce more comics and maintain my sanity at the same time.


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Hark everybody, it appears we have Knight!Cores~!

I present to you Sirs Richard, Wheatley, Frederick, and Kevin as they would appear in the Trial of the Bow Portal retelling series by @elvenwhovian and myself (of which the first anniversary is in just about a week)! Thanks to all of you who have followed this AU and enjoyed it. :)

I needed bus kids fluff

Inspired by taking my daughter outside on a gorgeous day and listening to the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtracks (which always put me in a good mood).

Tagging @agentcalliope (’cause bus kids)

Summary: After three years in space exile, the bus kids return home to earth.

[Read on AO3 or below the cut]

Three years in exile

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thinking about how the jedi exile even began to fucking cope in the cave trials in korriban fucks me up and keeps me up tbh. like how much strength did they have to have to be able to relive the most traumatic experiences they had in their entire god dang life. or worse, how disconnected and dissociated did they have to be to take that all in and still somehow continue to kick sith ass?? when i played kotor 2 for the first time as a kid i just thought “oh creepy” or “lol that unsubtle foreshadowing kreia is sith” but the more i replay it the more i just sort of really think on what it means

[…] for literature’s space shelters nothing within it: it is also called le vide, “the void.” Sometimes it is associated with the anonymity of big cities, sometimes with the gap left by the absence of the gods, but sometimes, too, with what Rilke calls “the Open,” or the “world’s inner space,” the intimacy of an expansive welcome, the inward yes which death can say in the song of one who consents to fall silent and disappear. Or it is connected with the interval, which for Hölderlin is the sacred, between gods that abandon the world and men who, likewise, turn away from God – the sheer void in between, which the poet must keep pure. Almost always, it is the origin which is anterior to any beginning, the image or echo of beginning – that immense fund of impotence, the infinitely futile wherewithal to start over and over again. Literature’s space, in other words – void which literature introduces in place of the place it takes – is analogous to the “other time” in  the time measured by achievements: sterile, inert time, “the time of distress […].  

With considerable regularity, literature’s “space” is described as exile or banishment, and the writer as one wandering in the desert, like Kafka far from Canaan, too weak to collaborate in the  active concerns of competent men; but then, too, the desert is a privileged zone of freedom and  solitude, and if literature is exiled from the world of valuable achievements, it is also exempted from the world’s demands. It has to bear no responsibility for anything; it is kept safe to itself: the desert is its refuge. Or it would be, if to be so gratuitous were not a grave danger for literature, and also if the desert were a here one could actually reach.
—  Anne Smock from the preface to Blanchot’s The Space of Literature

anonymous asked:

Did Exileverse Julian ever consider joining the Resistance?

He was literally inches from joining before he was taken to Terok Nor. He’d been working in a free clinic on Bajor, the owner was Resistance, and he didn’t ask questions about suspicious injuries, and he didn’t like the Cardassians. Then Julian got taken by the Cardassians and first it was assumed he’d been killed, and then he was working personally for Gul Dukat and was under too close  a watch for the Resistance to approach him. He’d have worked for  them if the offer had been there, and he was definitely involved in quietly covering up a few things on the station, and treated everyone who came from him without logging suspicious injuries or reporting those he suspected of being Resistance to the authorities. However, he was too cautious for anyone to be sure which way he’d jump if he had been approached, and rumours of his participation in medical experimentation as an explanation for his trips down to Bajor to treat Tora Naprem and her daughter Ziyal led to the end of that pretty quickly. It also sort of explains why his treatment is a bit harsher - he’s seen as not quite a traitor, but close to it, as it was Bajor that sheltered him first.

But I love the bones of you, that I will never escape. 

Day 9 - Saddest game scene.

Atton as the Hanged Man. To be honest, I would probably pick the ending of Bioshock Infinite over this for saddest scene. However, the scene where you hear Atton’s back story is pretty tragic, and I really wanted to draw this. 

I think I might add a new series of tarot cards for the Knights of the Old Republic games. 

30 day video game challenge


YA Lit Meme: [4/5] Protagonists » Froi of the Exiles (Melina Marchetta’s Lumatere Chronicles)

Froi found himself bristling. “What? Do you think I’m some cutthroat for hire who they found hanging around the palace walls with the words ‘I want to kill a Charynite King’ tattooed on my arse?”

anonymous asked:

Quite how does mirror!Bashir succeed in fixing Julian's hands, if they're beyond Federation aid? I wouldn't have thought medical research was much of a priority for the Alliance.

Not to be used on their slaves, certainly, but every soldier they have that doesn’t die is a soldier that won’t have to be replaced. As for the ‘how’…well, the Alliance has encountered a few scattered remnants of the Borg, and reverse-engineered some technology. Basically, the answer is Borg nanites and cybernetics, coupled with a brilliant surgeon with absolutely no morals and a willingness to experiment on slaves without concern for whether the procedure kills them, so long as he can get it right in the end. As for the ‘why’…well, same reason as the Intendant treats Kira comparatively nicely. Mirror!Bashir is also a narcissist, and considers any damage to his counterpart almost a personal insult. At least until Julian starts revealing things he doesn’t like.

chaotic-mess14  asked:

Hi! I really like your Exiles Together series and I was wondering if you have finished posting of if there is more too come, such as life on the station, getting back together, etc.? It's totally cool if there's not but it would also be awesome if there is. Love your blog!

There may or may not be more, depending on prompts and whether or not I get distracted by other projects. I’m terrible about finishing anything, so I’m not going to make any promises, but I certainly hope to continue it.

Liliana had always had a passive drawing towards the shadow isles, a land full of strive and chaos was enticing to her, however it wasn’t until the main land seemed at peace for once did she care to visit. now was her chance and she would enjoy a nice boat ride there, and begin to explore away from the town that seemed safe. she didn’t need safety.She would approach a lone home away from the city, intrigued she would stay quiet until she heard someone, and once she did, she would clear her throat, and let out a “hello? does someone live here?” while she was a darkin, her stature, and dress would show that she wasn’t aggressive, no weapons, and very little space to hide things.


(doing a reboot with her update, and since we didn’t’t get far)

but not my griefs (still am I king of those) [4.22 coda fic]

And what is the truth? That behind the facade there’s vulnerability and sensibility. That behind the appearance of self control  and total courage, there’s a person - a sensitive person who actually can’t cope at all.


Space exile is all sleepless nights, being eaten alive by guilt, and an overall inability to open up and come to terms with everything that happened.

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