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girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

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How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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PSC - Star Wars: Bail & Breha Organa

Commission info

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Luke just learned about thank yous last week, and this is obviously why Uncle Mace is asking

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I know how people's interpretation of Odysseus and Athena's relationship is somewhat toxic but parental, but I like to think of him as her weird pet

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collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

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made myself a quick height ref chart for the skywalkers based off their canon/actor heights and wow, anakin’s fighting for his life over here

(ko-fi requests are open!)

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honestly it was so big brained to have will graham be a fisherman cause like everything else about him is so prey-coded; he's the dog rescuer, he has seventeen mental illnesses, his brain is on fire, he's the lamb in the grip of the lion. but he's also the fisherman. he ties his own flies, he goes out into the river, he baits and waits and sinks his hook in, barbs and all. from the beginning he always has power, even when he seems like he's at hannibal's mercy, at jack's, at his own, he still rolls a cast and waits for the bite

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“Yoink” is the opposite of “Yeet”

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Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

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love when fanfic writers are like “I love this character” & proceed to put them through shit even God has blacklisted, baby the middle ages called they want to hear your ideas

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Bon Appétit y'all

18 for the ask game. :)

- 18. Share the scene you just wrote, written from another character's pov

This may or may not be from a new incoming fic that may or may not have a lil bb vamp Luke with his daddy casually taking over an entire galaxy over Luke's puppy eyes

The near-human teeth of a fresh acolyte were feather dull compared to his own. Perhaps, he pondered, ghosting tight circles into the baby-soft hands clutched in his prosthetics absentmindedly, it would be less cruel of him to leave the child as he was, at least for the very moment. The growth of the sharper Sith fangs was painful, the days full of constantly throbbing gums only soothed by gentle rubbing and rough bites. His son would get all of these, and more, he vowed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss into the golden curls tickling his throat. It would be painful, but to see his son grow and flourish into a being the Galaxy would not be able to help but adore would be reward enough.

His musings were cut short by a minute shift in his arms, his attention once more enraptured by the radiance of the haloed star cradled in his hold. The gasping little puffs of air fluttering against his own skin resurfacing the unbridled joy he felt, each shuddering breath a sweet, pure melody to his ears. Thumping quietly against his widespread fingers, the softly fluttering heart weakening with the loss of the vital liquid. He purred reassuringly into the paling skin, planting silk-soft kisses into the fading flesh. He laid a deeper, final kiss right underneath the fragile shell of the child’s ear, softly laughing into the creamy skin when a tickled shiver shuddered through the limp body.

The sole mark on the child’s neck, the raised pinpricks pulsed happily, welcoming his fangs back into the swollen bite. He did not dare taste the nectoral scarlet again, his son far too little and paled to lose even a smidgen more.

The only accompaniment to the first surge of lava-hot venom into the slow pumping blood flowing through the child’s veins was a short, quiet gasp, barely heard over the rumble warming the Sith’s own throat. He hummed soothingly into the golden curls, releasing the fragile neck and massaging his thumb in lazy circles over the purpled mark.

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alright well, y'all seem to be ok with this idea so, have a lil snippet

“Stay,” Din repeated, staring the Child down right up until he passed through the tall doorway. Quickly, he began to search through the vast expanse of the ship, ducking into every doorway he passed as he searched for the second little menace hiding aboard. Just as he was about to scale the ladder that would lead him to the lower levels, Din’s helmet picked up on the delicate sound of a coo and satisfied giggles. And there, his little shadow illuminated by the harsh white light, stood his kid, laughing and toddling straight into a room Din had assumed to be the owner of the ships and as such had decided to leave alone.  He raced forward before the kid could take more than a few short steps into the room, but stopped short himself when his gaze fell upon what could have been the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life. Golden curls fell like a halo around a sun-kissed face, and soft, petal pink lips exhaling softly every few seconds under a clear oxygen mask. Din wanted to leave, and knew it was probably best when he saw the vast array of heavy-duty equipment surrounding the glass, casket-like bed, as well as the angry, inflamed scars branching across the man’s body, but found he couldn’t, especially not when the kid was still whining to be put down and reaching out with grabby hands towards the still figure. The screechy protests of his ad pulled Din out of his starstruck stupor, and just in the nick of time too, when the kid suddenly attempted to lurch out of his arms, “Hey hey, no,” Din grunted, readjusting his hold so the kid couldn’t do much but squirm, “You see those machines, ad? We can’t mess with those.” The kid’s ears drooped a little with Din’s harsh tones, but he quickly perked up again when Din stepped closer to the encased bed. The man lying inside was dressed in the same simple yet efficient clothes as the girl, but while hers were clearly built for traveling, the man lying prone was clothed in more, comfortable attire. Silky black fabric glistened under the lights, and a single dark obi tied delicately around his waist seemingly the only thing keeping the smooth fabric wrapped around the man in a decent manner.  All of it contrasted rather sharply against the harsh lines of the medical equipment, the soft, fluid lines of the man’s form like a spot of spreading ink against the unmarked cleanliness of the glass tomb he was encased in.

Currently writing a new au with Dinluke from that one frog lady episode in season two. I'm gonna try to write atleast a few chapters right away, just so I don't lose motivation again halfway through, can't wait lol

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Currently writing a new au with Dinluke from that one frog lady episode in season two. I'm gonna try to write atleast a few chapters right away, just so I don't lose motivation again halfway through, can't wait lol