#anon war

[egoisticqueer]

holy shit

dabloon, i will be your ally if needbe

crayons are a take-it-or-leave-it kind of snack anyways

– 🖤

I don't like this opinion very much.

[rib-rabbitmask]

Take it from somebody who's seen many Anon wars...

WHAT HAVE YOU UNLEASHED

Oh no...

[ahhrenata]

redraw of this ooooold piece

[collophora]

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this

[insertdisc5]

hi inserty just wondering if siffrin's country has any real world inspirations. i think it would be cool if it was america or england or a real important country like that p.s. turn anonymous asks back on you coward >:)

[stealingpotatoes]

If BBBO had met would Bail be able to improve Owen's opinion of Obi-Wan?

he can try...

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy Fall Season 🍁🍂🌻 !!! I’d love to see your take on a Merlin role reversal! 🥰

Hunith had never wanted to be queen, but once she gave birth to Balinor's son, there wasn't much choice in it.

Balinor sits as king, the lord of the dragon lords, and Merlin will one day inherit his title. She was just a village girl and the dirty traveling soldier had a nice smile and kind eyes so she'd lain with him.

If she'd known that he was king, she would not have presumed.

~

Merlin is strolling down the street, arguing with Will, when he trips over his own feet, knocks into a fruit stands, sends all the apples sprawling across the ground, and takes another step directly onto one of those apples only to end face first into a stone wall. "Ow."

The stone wall moves, which isn't unheard of in their kingdom, but then it talks, which is new. "Oh the Goddess above."

Hands settle on his shoulders, pushing him back and he looks up dazed to see that the stone wall is actually a blonde man with the brightest blue eyes he's ever seen. He's got broad shoulders and a chest firm enough that Merlin thinks his nose might be broke and Goddess above is right.

He's looking over Merlin's shoulder. "Are you going to clean this up?"

He turns, seeing the irate stall owner and the apples that are fucking everywhere as well as Will laughing his ass off and being no help whatsoever. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, let me just-"

Merlin holds out his hands, trying to remember the correct education, but the stall owner goes pale and starts waving his hands. "No, no, it's okay, please don't-"

The man smacks his hand down and grabs the back of his neck, giving him a rough shake as if he were a misbehaving kitten. "You a precision caster? Otherwise, knock it off. You're more likely to explode them then gather them that way."

He's sort of the exact opposite of a precision caster. He lets the spell go and sees the way the stall owner sighs in relief. "Oh. Right."

~

The man's name is Arthur, he's one of the peasants that have been recruited into being a solider in the war against Camelot, and he's here at the palace to receive the standard training along with the rest of the would be soldiers.

His father won't let him on the battlefield, even though that's where his magic is best, and he can't help but feel vaguely guilty that Arthur's been pulled from his family to fight in a war that Merlin thinks would end a hell of a lot faster if his father wasn't so protective.

It's that guilt that has Merlin forgoing his place at the high table with his mother to wander down to the lower tables at dinner that night to try and thank Arthur for helping him clean up all the apples, something he hadn't been able to do before Will was dragging him away.

He's not expecting it when one of the soldiers leaps to their feet and pulls out a dagger on him, one that has to be cursed against enchantments because none of the spells to pull it form his hands that several people at the high table cast do any good at all.

Merlin's just feeling the bite of it into his throat, frantically trying to think of a spell to get him out of this, when a carving knife goes whizzing past his face and embeds itself into his assailant's skull.

Merlin jumps away, shaking, to see Arthur standing there and cool and unbothered, hand outstretched as if he's about to cast a spell. But he's not, it's like that because he'd grabbed the knife from the venison on the table and killed that man before he could kill Merlin.

"You just make friends wherever you go, don't you?" Arthur asks.

Then everyone's moving forward, pulling him away, and Arthur along with him. His expression turns murderous, like he's wishing he had another knife as he's manhandled across the room.

His mother pat his face and clucks at his neck and then thanks Arthur for saving her son.

Arthur had bowed at Hunith but then frozen. He's looking at Merlin with dismay, which isn't exactly new for him but he's not sure why he's getting that look from Arthur now of all times. "You're Prince Merlin? You?"

"Uh," he says, then shrugs helplessly. "Yes?"

He really doesn't think Arthur's opinion of him is improved when Hunith assigns him to be Merlin's personal servant. It should be a reprieve, getting to work in the palace rather than the battlefield, but the tight look on Arthur's face doesn't ease.

[cryptidmickle]

May we pretty please have some Wholesome Shadow Milk Amninsa au?

(sorry for spelling errors, my dyslexia hitting me hard today)

not wholesome but silly? a bit in the future of where the au is currently

shadow milk and white lily cookie have some Issues in "getting along", but its silly

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Request!! Sam buying you a mistletoe belly button piercing for Christmas as you spend Christmas at his mom’s house this year with his stepdad and family. After everyone opens their gifts you go in the kitchen to grab a glass of water where he follow you and hands you a small gift box with the piercing, he then sneakily goes to town on you in the kitchen making sure you keep a lookout since you have to kiss under the mistletoe🙈

- 🌺

Author's note: yayyyy first - the request is FIREEE and so sam-coded 😔🙏 second - WELCOME TO THE RABBIT FAMILY NONNIE

Also this is for @litt1e-misssunsh1ne who requested some smut with Sam!

MONROE household on Christmas morning was cozy and extremely chaotic - from Sam's stepbrothers running all around, to his parents trying to both calm the kids and prepare the food. Wrapping paper strewn across the living room floor with the faint sound of Christmas carols coming from the old stereo. You were perched on the arm of the couch, sipping your hot chocolate and watching as Sam’s mom fussed over her husband’s new socks, her laugh ringing out as she teased him about his gift. Sam sat beside you, looking effortlessly handsome in his black Henley, his dark eyes soft every time they landed back on you.

After the last gift was opened and the room settled into a lazy post-present bliss, you excused yourself to the kitchen for a glass of water. You barely had time to reach for the cabinet when you felt Sam’s presence behind you, his body warm and solid as he pressed against your back.

"Hey, got something for you," he murmured, voice low and teasing as he placed a small box in the palm your hand.

Your brow arched “Another gift? Thought we already did that.”

He smirked, tongue flicking over his bottom lip in that way that always made your heart do a flip “This one’s special. Open it.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you untied the tiny ribbon and popped the lid. Nestled inside was a mistletoe belly button piercing, delicate but cheeky, the kind of thing that made your cheeks flush and your thighs press together.

“Sam…” you started, but he didn’t give you a chance to finish.

He hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Figured you’d like it. And, y’know, tradition says mistletoe means kissing, so…”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, stealing your breath as his hands slipped around your waist. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you weak in the knees. You tried to pull back, to remind him you were in his mom’s kitchen, but he was relentless, his mouth moving down your neck to that sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Sam, we can’t,” you whispered, even as your fingers tangled in his hair.

He grinned, breath hot against your skin. “We’re under the mistletoe, babe. Gotta follow the rules.”

His hands slid under your sweater, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he pressed you against the counter. One hand traveled lower, tugging at the waistband of your leggings while his lips found their way to your collarbone. Your breath hitched, your heart racing as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers teasing the edge of your panties.

“Sam, your mom…” you hissed, glancing toward the doorway.

“She’s busy,” he murmured, lips trailing lower. “Besides, I’ll be quick.”

Before you could protest again, he was on his knees, pulling your leggings and panties down in one swift motion. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and full of mischief. “Guess I’m the first to kiss under the mistletoe,” smirked, kissing the spot just below your navel, his tongue flicking over your skin.

Your hands gripped the counter as his mouth moved lower, his tongue and lips working magic that left you trembling. Every swipe of his tongue, every gentle suck, had you biting your lip to keep quiet, your body arching toward him as he held you firmly in place.

“Keep an eye out, baby,” he teased, his voice muffled against you. “Don’t want anyone walking in, do we?”

You tried to focus, tried to listen for footsteps, but it was impossible with the way he worked you, his tongue pushing you closer to the edge with every calculated movement. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your breaths coming in short, shaky gasps as you fought to keep from crying out.

“Sam,” you whimpered, your body tightening as you hovered on the brink. “Oh, God…”

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine as you came undone, your body trembling under his touch. He didn’t stop until you were shaking, until you had to push at his shoulders to catch your breath.

Standing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, that cocky grin firmly in place. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

You glared at him, still breathless. “You’re impossible.”

He kissed you, soft and sweet this time, before tucking you back into your leggings and smoothing your sweater. And as the sound of footsteps approached, he winked at you. “Better keep that mistletoe piercing in. Never know when Santa might stop by.”

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[marinusart]

Wasn`t a fan of tusks for mudwings until I drew them myself lol. I think it would work out well as a royal family trait (like the patterns seawings have)

[egoisticqueer]

FELLAS FELLAS PLEASE LETS BE CIVIL ABOUT THIS NOW LISTEN IM NOT PART OF THE FIGHT IM JUST GOIN ABOUT MY DAY- AHHHHHH!!!! *runs away from stray bullets*

(-The Creature)

Oh no, Creature!! Don't shoot Creature!! I enjoy their presence!!!!!!!

[frownyalfred]

Because of your justice league: war reblogs and remembering Hal straight, earnestly thinks Batman is a Vampire before meeting him in that movie:

Any HC for Batman/ Bruce being an actual vampire?

He's one of those old world/old money vampires from a bloodline that's old and powerful enough, you can't tell he's a vampire at all. He's got impeccable self control and only needs to feed after expanding a ton of energy unexpectedly. His parents kept their status a secret in order to get along with humans and avoid persecution. You could bleed right in front of him and he wouldn't even blink. The same bloodline made it easier for Thomas to be a doctor and be around bleeding humans as well. Nobody ever assumes Batman is a vampire because he doesn't act anything like one, either in Gotham's shadows or with the Justice League. He just seems like a very weird and occasionally creepy human.

[papanowo]

we’re still here

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[americankimchi]

Do you have any tips for writing Obi Wan or any meta in mind with his characterizarion?

hmmm sure why not! i'll give a few tips on how i'd write obi-wan. mind you this is how i interpret the character, so ymmv.

i truly do not like it when fics have obi-wan voluntarily leaving the order. like it's so out-of-character for me in my head that the premise of the story + the writing would have to work triple-time to get me to stick around. now if he's been removed from it by an EXTERNAL SOURCE (not the order. i cannot stress this enough: the jedi kicking obi-wan out is so jarring to me i'll leave the fic in an instant) or somehow unable to return to the order for whatever reason, all is well.

not a prodigy, but a genius. obi-wan is an incredibly intelligent person with an absolutely staggering knowledge base in a wide variety of topics, but all that knowledge was earned through blood, sweat, tears, and time. he sat down with his game face on and put in the work. that's also why he makes an excellent teacher: he knows what most students will struggle with because he struggled too, and knows through experience how best to overcome them. i headcanon that it contributes to why he's such a good negotiator: he's really good at stripping down information to the essentials and communicating that information effectively and efficiently to others because of his intense study habits.

humble, but not ignorant of his skills. it's pretty impossible to fully divorce yourself from pride in your achievements, and i don't think it's healthy to not feel any pride at all, so i think obi-wan has a very clear understanding of his skillset and how best to use it. i don't think he'd be ignorant of how good he is at something, especially since the direct consequence of his aptitude led him to being a member of the jedi council. pretty hard to be blind to your strengths when you're being asked for your input on topics that directly draw from that knowledge.

averse to healthcare. listen i enjoy obi-wan whump just as much as the next obi-wan stan (the desire to put him in the cosmic salad spinner comes with the territory, i fear) but as a character who grew up in an environment that deeply cares for the well-being of all, and knowing that you cannot help others unless you yourself first have the ability to do so, i can't really see him ignoring injuries outside of combat scenarios. like on the battlefield he's got more pressing concerns than a pesky little shrapnel wound or five, but once the battle's over?? he might not be first in line to the medics but i can't see him avoiding them entirely. an army without a general is working at a sharp disadvantage and i don't think he'd risk his men by neglecting his physical health in that manner. note that i said 'physical'. make of that what you will :)

duty. obi-wan is the definition of a paladin. he takes an oath and by the force he's going to keep it. train the boy? absolutely, qui-gon. whether or not anakin chooses to respect that training is another matter, but he did definitively get knighted! refuse to kill anakin? listen he's handed vader his own ass to him twice post order 66 and each time he did it he did it nonlethally. that takes skill. that takes dedication. exile yourself to tatooine for 19 years and then decide fuck it, we ball, and die after Once Again Deciding Not To Kill Anakin Skywalker? step aside casper, there's a new friendly ghost in town. every time obi-wan commits to something the man COMMITS. you GOTTA respect that grind.

flirty but in the sense that he's going to match the energy someone brings to the table. like he's a negotiator. he knows how to read people and figure out the Vibes. if he thinks the other person will be 1) 100% receptive and 2) will respond with a delightful wit, why the hell not? obi-wan's highest stat is charisma and he's got expertise in persuasion. whether they're allies or not does not factor into this equation. he can have a little flirtation with morally dubious and potentially hostile characters. as a treat.

this has nothing to do with his character but i firmly believe that he and quinlan vos had at LEAST a fling when they were padawans. there is zero evidence to back this up aside from a few comics where they were being goofy teenagers together but i stand by this. it is an unshakeable aspect of obi-wan to me that has only gotten worse with the kenobi show.

no matter what, no matter how terrible or devastating or downright apocalyptic it gets, obi-wan kenobi will never fall to the dark side. never. it won't be easy, but that is a line he has never, and will never cross. i will not hear any "obi-wan touched the dark side during the theed generator fight" slander. if that was true tell me why the force theme was playing during his moment of triumph!!! Would John Williams Lie To Us Like That?? to our face?????

anyways i could go on forever about obi-wan because he is My Ultimate Blorbo but this post is getting super long so i'll leave it there. hope this helped even a little or at the very least was entertaining for you to read <3

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[jrkyy]

I want to see vampire Arthur

Marmont, a brit behind YOU💜