#♥️😌

[unspuncreature]

there, pinned beneath the corner of a datapad, is a carefully and lovingly flattened sheet that anakin can’t help but recognize

it’s a drawing. of obi-wan, in profile, eyes closed, bathed in warm light, his handsome face tipped towards the sun: the way anakin has seen him dozens, if not hundreds of times, in conversation with the force as he meditates

the fat hatches of pencil strokes wobble on the page as anakin blinks and heaves a breath through the sudden wave of nausea threatening to buckle his knees. he fights the urge to tear the thing to shreds right then and there, wondering how and when and why and—

“master,” anakin says, hot flush rising from his chest to his ears as he stares down at the offending scribbles. “this is… where…?”

anakin jolts at the sudden warmth at his side. he hadn’t even heard obi-wan get up

“i… i meant to return it the moment i realized what i’d—well i suppose i shouldn’t have taken it at all.” obi-wan clears his throat, fabric rustling as he shifts his weight. “i apologize, though i understand if you’re—“

anakin nearly balks at the novelty of such genuine emotion freely given, but he pushes past it. he needs to know something. he turns, and finds himself nearly nose to nose with his old master, pupils blown wide

“you don’t hate it?

“… pardon?”

exasperation ripples through him like hot sparks. he swings his right hand behind him, reaching blindly until his fingertips catch the drawing, sliding it behind himself and hiding it from obi-wan’s view

“don’t pretend it isn’t awful!” anakin throws his hands up, nearly whacking obi-wan in their proximity. “it’s not like before. i’m practicing, but you wouldn’t know it. anything i make with this thing looks like it belongs up there on the wall with the younglings’ finger paintings. i hate this kriffing thing!”

pinking high on his cheeks, in a way that anakin knows isn’t just from the alcohol, obi-wan furrows his brows with seriousness typically reserved for unruly dignitaries and anakin’s idea of ‘following the speed limit’

“i don’t think it’s awful,” obi-wan says, quiet and measured. he takes anakin’s mechno hand in his own and begins uncurling each clenched and shaking finger, one by one, before pressing the metal palm to his own bearded cheek. “and i don’t hate it.”

“mast— o-obi-wan…” anakin’s heart threatens to make a break for it

“i may no longer be your master, but anakin, you must know i will always cherish our growth together. you have much to be proud of.”

the pounding beat against anakin’s ribs sends him swaying forward towards an unnameable warmth in obi-wan’s eyes

“and if you haven’t yet learned that progress is not linear, then i have done a poor job. i only hope that i have given you the tools you need to grow on your own now.”

time stops

obi-wan leans in, crowding anakin back against the desk

his voice drops to a whisper as he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against anakin’s

“i should be so lucky to catch even a ray of the light you emanate.”

no longer able to fight the burning in his eyes, anakin shuts them, awash in shame and relief alike as tears begin to wet his face

“master,” he whispers, voice cracking, “thank you.”

this close, anakin can feel when obi-wan smiles. his real one, all teeth

“i do think you were rather generous with my features, though. my nose isn’t quite so handsome.”

anakin sniffles back tears and laughs wetly, grinning like a fool. “shut up.”

show me the anakin that loves sketching and drawing… and then loses his dominant hand on geonosis

relearning lightsaber skills with a prosthetic comes easily enough, but learning to draw again takes time

breaking a few utensils because he doesn’t know how to grip delicate things anymore

ripping out pages of sketches where the paper is torn because he’s pressed too hard. balling them up and throwing them into a heap on the floor because he’s too distraught to take them to the incinerator

staying up late into the night fine tuning his own prosthetic modifications until his hand is just right

[m00f1e]

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Geto getting boinkd except hollow purple is a purple bean (???)

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[thedeathdeelers]

me every thursday: posts one of the 5 juke photos i have on rotation saved on my phone

my beloved jatp mutuals every week without fail:

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

.•°☆..•.▪︎.°

You stopped in front of the library door before entering, taking a moment to fix your collar and straighten out your vest. The Lady had requested you meet her there at ten o'clock sharp, so you still had a few minutes to spare anyways. The smile that coated your lips had been there since earlier that evening, from the moment the Countess had pulled you aside at the Christmas party to inquire about your plans for the evening.

Of course you had none - even if it was Christmas. A day meant for warmth and the company of family and friends. Which, if you were being honest, you had neither - not really. Most of your family disowned to when you made the decision to come and work at the castle. And as for friends.. well, while there were a couple of maids that you occasionally spoke with, you passed most of the staff in age by at least a decade. Not that you considered yourself old - not by any sense of the word. And if it didn't bother Alcina.. well, then, what did it matter, really?

Still, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been surprised when the Lady asked you. A slight twinkle to her eyes when you agreed.

The warm light that now radiated from under the massive door confirmed that she'd already lit the fire. And as soon as the clock began to strike ten, you slowly turned the door handle.

"My Lady?"

Your voice was quiet as you entered the large room, firelight dancing across the endless rows of reading material. The nostalgic smell of decaying paper and old books a more than pleasant mix with the newer scent of burning wood.

"Hello, dear."

Alcina's voice caught you off guard, making you jump. Words quickly losing themselves as soon as your gaze fell upon her, your mouth falling open. There she was, curves encased in firelight and draped in a crimson nightgown. A matching sheer robe adorning the width of her shoulders. Her position that of a goddess, laid on one side with an arm resting comfortably under her head. Her shapely figure soft against the warm glow and undoubtedly inviting.

"Ah-" was all you were able to muster out, making the Countess chuckle. A soft smirk curling at the corner of her lips as she took a sip from the glass wine she was holding, the warm liquid inside almost jewel like within its firey backdrop.

"Mh.. well said, pet."

Suddenly, the formal clothes that you wore were insufferably hot - unbearable even - a deep flush quickly taking over your body.

"Ah.. s-sorry, my lady.. you just.. look.. well, incredible."

You blushed deeply as you said it, but you didn't care. They were true. You had never seen a more beautiful sight in your life. And you were certain you never would again. Her raven lock hair and fair skin, basked in a glow that danced softly across the red fabric she adorned and flickered wthin her eyes. You swallowed hard and brought your fingers to the buttons of your vest.

"May I?"

The Countess nodded, leaning back. "By all means."

You let out a heavy exhale and quickly started the lengthy process, discarding your clothes as quickly as you possibly could before coming to sit in front of Alcina - wearing nothing but your underclothes. Her eyes were warm when she looked at you - filled with Christmas spirit.

Or maybe too much seasonal wine.

"What was that you were saying about 'looking incredible'?"

You bit your bottom lip and looked to the side. "Smooth, my lady."

"Honest, dear."

You were about to object when she placed her glass of wine on the ground next to her and pulled you close, her large frame casting you in a dark shadow. She was even more stunning up close, with heated embers dancing around her silhouette. Gods, you wanted her. You weren't sure how anyone couldn't. Not if they saw her like this. No way.

"You, ah .. you could kiss me, if you wanted...."

"Mh.. as you wish."

The tender kiss that met your lips was not what you were expecting. It was so soft and careful - gentle - as if your lips were the most fragile thing in the world. You placed your arms around your neck and pulled her a little closer, tongue dancing warmly over hers.

"Mmmmh." She moaned into you - tone aged, raspy.

Another sweep of your tongue as she had you on your back, kissing you deeply - profoundly. The sheer size of her encasing you as she leaned down.

"Spread your legs for me, pet."

You wasted no time in obeying her, discarding your panties as fast as you could. Her lips pressing firmly back into yours the moment they were off, large fingers coming to roam over your body. The Lady's eager mouth claiming yours over and over again, kissing you as if you were her only lifeline - your back arched and waiting for her.

"Ready?"

Is that even a question??

"More than."

The moment her finger slid into you, her mouth began to claim your flesh. Slightly intoxicated lips kissing up and down your neck, nipping at the soft skin of it as her finger thrusted in. You moaned - arms firmly wrapped around the Countess' neck, hips bucking into her. The subtle scent of mulled wine and cigarettes coating your skin as she slowly marked your body, making it hers.

"F-faster. Please."

"Mh.. needy."

You immediately screamed out when she picked up the pace, driving her finger into you at an overly indulgent speed - curling it with each thrust. You had never felt so good in your life. So warm, so aroused. Every inch of you covered in a deep flush as she pushed you closer and closer to your peak - steadily building the pressure deep within your core. Your need for her coating her fair skin and glistening in the firelight. She kissed you deeply again, tongue warming over yours as she slid a second finger in, pace immediately picking up.

"F-fu-"

You couldn't have finished your curse if you wanted to, a wholey heated orgasm rolling over you like bath water. Hips jerking as you muffled a scream into Alcina's kiss swollen lips and rode out your climax on her fingers. Her eyes half lidded as she looked down at you, a soft look of adoration coating their glisten. The next kiss that came was soft and gentle, allowing your breath to slowly steady.

"My lady-"

"Hush, rest."

"But.. you.."

"You will rest first, pet "

You gave in and nodded, Alcina's large frame holding you close as you breathed. The soft crackle of the fire and the steady of her breath the only sounds in the library - though, the distant sound of a winter's wind howling could be heard if you really listened. You snuggled into her chest, enjoying the Countess' unexpectedly warm demeanor for as long as you could.

"Merry Christmas." You murmured, making her chuckle.

"And to you." She replied, holding you a little closer.

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[coldswarkids]

CHEESE

[indigoorchid]

Taking some inspiration from Cringetober :)

Day 7 - Crossover!

[jake-g-lockley]

HAPPY DEEPAVALI / DIWALI 🪔🩷

[dedi-ashour]

تلاوة برواية خلاد عن حمزة

للقائد المجاهد البطل المقرئ أبو إبراهيم يحيى السنوار رحمه الله وتقبله في الشهداء🤲❤🍃🇵🇸

[buckymorelikefuckme]

headcanon: 6

“I loathe you,” you hiss through clenched teeth.

Bucky laughs humorlessly. “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?” He clutches his chest, pouting in faux pain. “That cuts me real deep, sweetheart.”

You sneer. “I bet it fucking does. You want me so bad you can’t stand it.”

That makes genuine anger flash in his eyes. Satisfaction hums through your veins, because you know you’re right, and he knows you’re right.

“One day I just might get over that,” he finally replies, and you blink in confusion at his easy admission. “But you?” he continues, closing the distance between you until you can feel the warmth of his solid body.

You hate the way you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye, and you know he’s done that on purpose.

“You will never forget me. I’ll be on your mind until the day you die, and even beyond that, I’ll make it my mission to make your afterlife a living hell with the memory of what you could have had, but were too stubborn to take. Because you’re a fucking coward.”

[unspuncreature]

every day is a good day to remember that obi-wan kenobi is transgender

[blakbonnet]

send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

[boyobjectifier]

reprobate

psych major

sick, sick, sick

so we like danger

tough luck, life waster

[jarofalicesgrunge]

This question haunts my mind

Will we survive this night?

We're harboring the meek

Will we survive the sleep?

🎶

[mymelodyisme]

Shane was absolutely a little flirt during his gridball days. You cannot convince me that that man did not have women swooning left and right. He likely was conventionally attractive and very in shape due to the sport. He just have slept with tons of people for the thrill and fun of his youth.

The Shane in Pelican town is a ghost of his former self. The healthy Shane was the life of the party, alcohol was just an accessory. Now he was the sad lonely drunk whose alcohol was a necessity.

But then the farmer arrives. And Shane could not care less about the stranger.

Until they became friends. Until Shane, for the first time in a long time confided in someone about just how much he needed alcohol to stay alive to keep the pain down so he wouldn’t go down.

The farmer wasn’t the reason Shane got help, but having them there was why he was able to push forward every time it seemed so difficult to live another day.

And soon enough, the healthier and happier Shane became him once more. The man he once was had never gone, he was just lost inside of himself.

And too came back a familiar drive. In such a very long time, Shane finally experienced desire again. But not just any desire, no, he felt a new longing, a yearning, for someone he had previously seen as a friend. Someone who has seen through his dreary eyes and hoisted his spirit back up from so far below.

The farmer shone though the rose tint that glossed over his eyes.

It wasn’t fun. It would never be just a cheap thrill. He wanted them thoroughly, openly. He wanted their heart and soul.

And he wanted the farmer to want his back.

[eniteoepoch]

And off over to your left you’ll hear Seamus yelling “oh just kiss already for fuck’s sake!” While poor Felix just sighs. They’re so done with these two and their flirting 😅

Based off the moments post where (iirc) Zayne and MC discuss going to a cafe that custom makes you a soup based on a personality quiz you fill out.

Well, it only took me nine hundred million years and there is a lot I wish I could spend more time on, but honestly I’m just happy I’ve managed to finish anything. It’s literally been since the Starcatcher piece in sept since I’ve managed to complete a piece this big, and let me tell you that is a motivation killer 😣 I had a lot of high pain days while working on this so I had to do it in small increments, but overall it was nice to just have fun with a drawing again. I love these two idiots so much 🥺

And once again, I adore that LnDS has such beautiful backgrounds that you can just draw right on top of and make it really feel like your OCs are living right in their universe.

[mothdogs]

top 5 colors but get really specific with it. add example pictures for bonus points!!

Ohoho excellent question

1. Phthalo blue my beloved

2. This exact shade of deep green in the style of couch I’ve been lusting after for years

3. Yellow ochre for Crowley’s eyes Jim Kirk’s uniform completely normal reasons (gif from @/winter-seance)

4. The grey-green-blue of Lathander’s skin

5. Light purple like this lavender :)