#ask Essie

[bigtreefest]

Which of your favorite babes go wild when they see you in these outfits 🤠

Big sweater, soft shorts and fluffy socks.

Thigh highs, short skirt and a tank top.

Nothing but jewelry.

Oh I love this, Cate!! And I’m trying to come up with some answers I think are not expected, but super fitting. But in general, I just love the thought of babes going feral and vice versa. That’s love to me🫣 ok let’s get into it:

Big sweater, soft shorts, and fluffy socks - Jake: Jake loves when you’re cozy. He purposely keeps the house a couple degrees cooler so you pull out your fuzzy clothes, or better yet, steal some of his. When he sees the fabric hanging off of you and the way your shoulders are up in your ears and your hands are rubbing together from the chill, he immediately engulfs you in his big, warm arms. From a hold that strokes your back, his fingers tease the hem of the sweater, sliding up and rubbing your bare skin, eventually creeping underneath the waistband of your shorts until he can feel your arousal. Homeboy would crawl inside that sweater if he could.

Thigh highs, short skirt, and a tank top - Curtis: Curtis loves you in anything you wear, but there’s something so sexy about this outfit. It’s far from your normal attire, so he knows you specially did it for him. And from where he’s sitting when you waltz in, he can see everything. The way your nipples are pebbled in the tank top, how there’s nothing under that skirt except your thigh highs, the way those all hug your soft body so perfectly for him. It’s all so feminine to him in the best way. When he pulls you down to him on the couch, you can see how dark his pupils are, and he immediately flips you over, working his way down your body, paying special attention to nip at those thighs.

Nothing but jewelry - Steve: It started as a joke. You walked in the room as Steve was sketching by the window like he always loves to do. He looked up from his notebook with a soft smile, knowing it was you and went to look back down but did a double take at seeing you a silk robe. Once you knew you had his attention, you dropped it, his jaw did the same. You giggled at his reaction, saying ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ in reference to the movie you made him watch last week. All you wore was the small gold locket he gave you on your one year anniversary, and the engagement ring that came a year after. Taking in the sight, Steve dropped his notepad and pencil, gravitating toward you in the hazy morning light, a twinkle of fondness and mischief in his eyes.

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

"Open marriage" is one of the most absurd yet elegant ways of admitting that you are an adulterer.

[11queensupreme11]

I've been having a brainrot upon rereading tsunami, what if the traumatized babies Essie, Hime, and Percy met? This is like pre-ror Percy so she's still a bit intact in sanity. I imagine their discussion goes like this.

If Essie, Hime and Percy meet:

Essie: and oh yeah, my dad is also crazy obsessed with me-

Hime: No way yours too?? *with sparkling eyes*

Essie: Yeah, he used a spell on me to uncover my memories and also saw my trauma *sweat drops* not fun times.. He also is convincing me to move with him and be isolated from the world.

Hime: ooh, yeah same! He kept me and my mom sheltered all my life. I only got out because of my teacher who turns out was also crazy obsessed with me.

Essie: *flashbacks to alabaster, cause he's like her teacher before* NO WAY YOU TOO??

Percy at the side having a terrified expression: what the fuck is happening in Y'alls worlds??!

-

Essie: So my current boyfriend ended up kidnapping me but I forgave him, he had to do it for crazy titan army *while drinking tea casually*

Percy, having a terrified expression: Ethan did WHAT?!

Hime, casually: oh my fiance tried to baby trap me

Percy, more terrified: WHAT?!!?

I'm just imagining them trauma dumping but it looks like they're trying to one up each other's trauma 😭😭 and Percy's like 'holy shit, not me tho stay safe yall' like percy, babe, your gonna experience that in the future but crank it up to 100 instead 😂����😭

i love imagining percy just looking at these girls in horror and pity and going "WHEW! thank gods that's not happening to ME"

and then BAM, her life ends up being a hundred times worse than theirs cuz she experiences all that AND MORE!!!!! 💀

plus her yanderes are all-powerful gods (and a really really powerful 'demigod') so rip to her 😭

[steviebbboi]

Oh so angry! Looks like Ransom’s just decided your punishment and is ready to enact it. What did you do??

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A/N: Okay, OKAY, twist my arm! I didn't think this would be a whole ficlet but hereeee we are. Thank @bigtreefest for this hot lil number 🙂‍↕️

Disclaimer(s): This is an 18+ fic only (MINORS DNI). You are responsible for the content that you consume, please be mindful!

Warning(s): daddy/princess kink, praise kink, softDom!Ransom, spanking involved, protective and posessiveness from Ransom, maybe some naivety from the reader but their relationship is consensual and genuine, and a shitty Linda (ofc). Some mild degradation and explicit details of smut, and implied smut.

Word count: 1.8k~

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Ransom started giving you that look. The look that lets you know that you’ve pushed him too far. You were coming from another tyrannical Thrombey family dinner when your usual calm demeanor started to crack. All facilitated by one comment made by Linda.

“Ransom, you’re not serious about this harlot, are you?” 

You suppose that you should have been grateful that she had at least waited for you to be out of hearing distance, but her poor timing had resulted in you walking back into the parlor right about when she called you a harlot. 

The silence in the room as the rest of the family turned to look at you had been deafening. You also couldn’t help the grimace that took over your face once you saw all of their eyes on you (she didn’t exactly make it unknown that she didn’t like you but you just never expected for the facade to break). 

But it wasn’t really the comment made by Linda that ate at you. It was Ransom’s lack of response – his silence, that spurred that beginning burn of tears in your eyes that you didn’t dare let fall in front of them. 

Ransom stood there for a minute staring at Linda before he looked back at you. His face was so stoic and his jaw was clenched. He looked angry, but he still didn’t say anything. He merely got up from the armchair, strolled over to you to take your hand with his left and grab both of your coats in his right. Dragging you to the door with you stumbling behind him quietly, and you both left. 

During the car ride, tension filled the space like it hadn’t before. With his family, Ransom always gave you the pep talk of preparing for the worst with his parents’ lack of empathy, or Joni’s incessant, passive aggressive demeanor. But he never prepared you for his own added insult to injury. 

“I think that you should take me home tonight.” You mutter quietly interrupting the tense silence. The tears dried up and in place sat an air of resignation. You knew what you were getting into when you got into a relationship with Ransom–but this was an entirely new experience and you needed the time and space to process it. 

You could feel Ransom looking over at you as he drove. The trajectory of his destination hadn’t changed but he indicated that he heard you by suddenly pulling the car over on the empty road. 

Not even bothering to look over at him even as the car turns off, you sigh and turn away from him to stare out at the dark woods next to you. It was an eerie place to be in during the night, especially when there was already so much anxiety present in the space. 

“Look at me, Princess. Now.” Ransom said with such a firmness that you gave up your stonewalling and turned your head to meet his determined gaze. 

Once his eyes met your tired ones, you can see his expression soften. “Don’t listen to Linda. She’s a cunt of a woman who looks beneath any and all who aren’t Harlan, and you know it.”

You let out an exasperated sigh and respond, “Ransom, you know that I can really give two fucks about what Linda says, or anyone would say about me.” 

He looked at you expectedly, “But?”

You feel a white rush of hot frustration seep into you as you say, “BUT I care about what you say about me! You didn’t even try to say anything back– would it kill you to just fight for me for once?” You didn’t wait for his response before continuing with your rant, “I think that you might even agree with her, I mean, are you even serious about me at all?!” 

Panting at the exertion of your accusation, you look away from the silent man and turn to look straight ahead to huff out one last defeated sigh. “Just take me home, please.”

More silence filled the enclosed space for what felt like an hour, in totality, it took really more like five minutes for Ransom to simply say, “Get out the car.”

Confused by the demand, you look over at him with a furrowed brow before catching that look on his face. The ‘look’. 

Swallowing thickly at noticing his expression, you stutter, “W-what?”

“You heard me. Get. Out. Of. The. Car.” He repeats with an even sterner tone. 

Shuffling for your seatbelt, you haphazardly push for the release until you could clumsily get out of the car. Anger taking over the confusion once more, you slam the door shut hard and make sure to flourish it with an exaggerated huff. 

A moment later, Ransom gets out of the car too (only increasing your initial confusion, heightening your frustration) and proceeds to walk to your end of the car only to bypass you and reach for the sedan’s back door to open it. 

Crossing your arms to keep up with your attitude, you look at him with a pointed frown. He looked over at you expectedly and demanded for you to get in the back. 

Now in a full blown tantrum, you stomp two steps over to duck back into the backseat of the car and force yourself to scoot over once Ransom stepped in behind you. 

Sitting next to him, you could feel the red hot anger boiling in your body while simultaneously also experiencing the lack of space between you. A different kind of heat fills you since you can’t help how attracted and in sync your body was with his. You pressed your thighs together and you felt a throb ripple between your legs. 

Without saying anything, you know that Ransom is analyzing your every move and has definitely noticed you clenching your thighs. Trying to cover it up, you cross your legs in fake boredom. But as your bare knee touches his, you let out a squeak as he suddenly pulls you by your crossed leg to straddle him. 

Suddenly you were on top of him, your arms instinctively going around his shoulders and resting on the seat cushion behind him. 

“Now that you’re facing me like a good girl, I want you to repeat what you just said to my face.” He merely said with that ‘look’ still on his handsome face. 

You were gripping his coat on either of his shoulders and bit your bottom lip, now unsure of how to gauge this reaction from him. “What do you me– ow!” You shriek.

In the middle of you asking, Ransom laid a sharp slap to your ass. You couldn’t help that your pussy reacted to the smack and you flush as you felt a gush of wetness seep through your thin panties.

“Ransom, what the fuc– argh!” He proceeded to slap your ass again. 

“Princess," I said: repeat what you just said to my face. Now.” Ransom said quietly.

Breathing heavier at the darkness in his tone, and the way that the space was only lit by one road light further down the path only emphasized the intensity of his request. The atmosphere felt weirdly intimate, like you were the only two in the world. 

“But which– ah!” A moan slipped this time as he slapped your ass, this time, it was harder. 

Ransom gave you a ‘tsk’ and said, “Princess, don’t you wanna be a good girl for Daddy?” 

You let out a small whimper and nodded your head pathetically. At the small tears gathering in your eyes, Ransom’s eyes softened a bit and he lifted one hand to stroke your hair away from your face to tuck it behind one ear. 

“I know you do, baby. So, do what Daddy is telling you. Repeat to me what you just said.”

You sniffle a bit before saying, “Are you serious about me at all?” Instead of this being repeated in frustration and anger, it was said meekly. The truth was that you have always felt a little insecure in your relationship together. He was Ransom Drysdale. He had status, means, resources. And you were the opposite of all of those things. You suppose you always felt like you were waiting for him to finally realize that and dump you to find someone else more suited to his needs.

Ransom cooed at you, as if he was able to read your mind, before stroking your hair again, “See, pretty baby, was that so hard?” He unzipped your coat slowly and threw it over to the passenger seat before lifting up the skirt of your dress to reveal your soft ass merely covered by a lacy thong.

He fondled your cheeks for a minute, humming his satisfaction at how smooth your skin felt, and how there was so much of you for him to grip onto. He gripped both of your cheeks suddenly with both of his hands and you let out a squeak in reaction to his tight grasp. 

The ‘look’ returned to his face once more and he made sure to capture your hooded gaze with his own. “Don’t you ever doubt how serious I am about you, Princess. You know that Daddy loves taking care of you, right? So much so that I knew that those fuckers didn’t deserve another minute of your time. We left because they don’t deserve the luxury of a response from me, nor do they deserve it from you. Understand now, pretty baby?”

Actively listening to him, you proceeded to let out the tears that you’ve been holding back while nodding your understanding. It all makes sense now- Ransom has always tried to protect you from his family. He valued your presence and respected your time enough that his first instinct was to get you out of that space and back to a place where you are very much wanted – with him.

Ransom only gave you a soft smile at the sight of your tears. He was proud of you for listening to him and for seeing things from his perspective. He’s only ever wanted to keep you safe, and he made sure to remind you of that every single time you’ve ever misaligned with that view. Your cute reactions and tears only further confirmed for him that he was the only one that could ever keep you like this. No one can ever take you away from him.

You shift in his arms a bit to get more comfortable and you release a quiet gasp at the same time that he lets out a sharp inhale as you both notice how his hands then naturally lowered so that the tips of his outer fingers were now barely brushing the covered lace of your pussy. 

Ransom hums out a low growl while he proceeds to stroke along your inner thighs towards the wet spot on your underwear. He starts slowly rubbing the thin fabric that covered your clit. You mewled again, feeling so turned on already from his punishment but also from how much care you were feeling from him at that moment.

“Now, Princess, we’re going to stay here while I spank this pretty little pussy until you remember how much I love you.” 

Welp! Honestly, is a punishment from Ransom ever really a punishment? 😏 I also just love a soft!dom!Ransom tbh.

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[dragon-subway]

hey!!! for that colour ask game yesterday how about fen or essie with 'primary but evil' :3

let’s go Essie, I don’t draw her nearly enough recently. Do I think she’d actually make this pose in a fight? No, it’s way too open for her style, but let’s imagine she’s dramatically posing for a picture or something hehe :3c

[dampfoxes]

Here are two pictures I took of Joe today at Wellygeddon

[atopvisenyashill]

aegon executing essie and sylvenna is worse than anything rhaenyra has done.

im joking but im also not. that part made me ridiculously upset, even after all the atrocities that happened during the dance and you're one of the 5 people who might understand lmao.

aksjd YOU’RE VALID ANON!!

The young monarch, who had celebrated his fifth nameday only two days previous, was carried back to the Red Keep slung over the back of a horse, chained and weeping. His mother walked behind him, clutching the hand of the Dornishwoman Sylvenna Sand…

His mother, Essie, who had presumed to style herself Lady Esselyn during her son's brief reign, confessed under torture that Gaemon's father was not the king, as she had previously claimed, but rather a silver-haired oarsman off a trading galley from Lys. Being lowborn and unworthy of the sword, Essie and the Dornish whore Sylvenna Sand were hanged from the battlements of the Red Keep, together…

It’s just as bad as Blood & Cheese for me because the cruelty here is the point, just like B&C. Chaining a sobbing five year old up to death march him and his moms to be tortured, and then hanging them instead of beheading them because they’re “unworthy” of the sword so they get a slow death choking to death in front of each other. It’s meant to bring them low, to put them in their place, to build a wall between Essie & Sylvie and the noble class. It’s unsettling I think in part because of the focus on the trio as a family unit, and the “queerness” of it. We get several comments in TWOIAF and F&B bringing focus to how weird they are, how radical, and to have that little spark so brutally snuffed out. It really hurts!!

It’s a wildly unnecessary move too - I whack Jaehaerys constantly but when given the choice to take revenge or heal the kingdom after maegor’s reign, he explicitly chooses healing! he only executes those who tortured his brother, tyanna, and the kingsguard who refused to take the black! he very specifically reconciles with the faith & the warrior’s son by asking them to join him because their crime was attempting to take power in a power vacuum left by the failings of the crown. that’s exactly what sylvie & essie do! but aegon retakes the capital and refuses to heal the damage he and rhaenyra did - instead he makes it worse, turning the violence that had been used on him onto the people who stepped up where he failed AND all this after it was the greens who initially started locking the population of KL into the city like cattle to a slaughter. No way out, no king or queen around, and no blood on Sylvie or Essie’s hands but it doesn’t matter; because they’re lowborn, they deserve to die. To choke to death in front of each other, their weeping wailing son ripped away and made to serve the family who murdered his mothers. To remind him always that he is worth less, that his mothers are lower than shit in the sewer. Unendingly tragic, and so completely avoidable, but again - the evil of it is the reason it’s done.

[ask-aeos-company]

Capital approached the two sisters, holding the Cleffa in their arms. In lieu of a wave, they nodded their head. "Hope you both are enjoying your time here. It is a lovely place, is it not?"

After a moment of thinking, they tilted their head to the side. "I must ask, though, as I am always curious with Eevees and their like... how did you both came to choose what to evolve into? If you chose at all, that is." Capital shrugged, as did the Cleffa after observing them for a minute. "With so many possibilities, one cannot help but wonder, no?"

Because my mom wanted me to become a Glaceon due to our family tradition. The female Eevee climbs a cold, harsh mountain, until she reaches an icy rock which allows her to evolve into Glaceon. No Ice Stone, because it's basically a cheating. Oh, Ess is not actually her real name. Her name is-

Both sisters walked away from Capital.

That thing with a Cleffa is a weirdo You shouldn'ta trust them.

Wait, what's happened?

They claim that they don't remember the place like this... I don't think I could trust 'em due to their smiles.

Ah... Alright, let's check Indigo. Anyways, where's he?

I 'unno, let's find out.

The sun will start to rise at any moment.

[ @askcapital ]

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

Hi this is my kinky hornyposting sideblog 😇 (main is @existentialsquid)

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This is a pro-kink, pro-trans, anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist space. Bigots, transphobes, conservatives, and zionists DNI. Also, die!!!!

This is a place for me to explore all my kinks, including the dark ones. Continue with this in mind.

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Anyway, about me:

Call me Di and use my pronouns (she/they/it) and you will be spared. You may also call me any feminine term of endearment if we’re mutuals 💖 (i love pet names so i will probably end up calling you “darling” and/or "babe" if i take a liking to you 😇)

I am a vers switch but my "default" is dom top, although that can change very quickly in the right situation :3

Other than kink, I enjoy TTRPGs, Fromsoftware games (Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Elden Ring, etc.), animated media and nerd shit like that. Also, if you have miniatures or models you built/painted, I want to see them!

I’m polyam and in an open relationship with my boyfriend @bearded-protagonist-enthusiast, but I’m not really looking for a new romantic relationship right now. I’m totally up for friendship and sexting with mutuals though! 🥰

i am here to make friends, explore kink, flirt with mutuals, and post about:

T4T

and

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and

breeding/oviposition (also lactation)

and

monsterfucking (of nearly all kinds)

and

transformation/corruption (usually overlapping with monsterfucking stuff)

and

gore (blood, eroticised cannibalism, etc.)

(Note: there will be no real snuff, only occasional art and smut, as well as me just talking about gory fantasies)

and

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Also, obligatory: I have a bit of an oral fixation so there will be talk of biting - if I ever mention “breaking the skin” with a bite, please know that it is purely in a fantasy sense! Drawing blood with your teeth is very dangerous IRL due to risk of infection. Buuuut it’s pretty sexy in fantasy though, so I will talk about it in that sense. Stay safe out there!

I also like unambiguously consensual stuff with human characters who stay the same, but the above are my kinks so they’ll show up frequently on this blog :)

If you don’t like any of those kinks, you have my blessing to never interact with me ever and live blissfully unaware of my existence. This is a pro-kink space.

On that note, there are some kinks I’m not into and would prefer not to be brought to this blog by replies or asks or what-have-you. No offence intended to anyone with these kinks, but these are my hard lines:

Being preyed on (I can get subby as hell but I draw the line at being treated like a prey animal 🙅‍♀️ I’m not a little rabbit or a deer or a puppy that gets hunted, the idea of me being that is not sexy to me)

Piss

Scat

Raceplay

My soft lines (i.e. things I might be comfortable with if done with someone I trust and can discuss them with) are:

Being degraded (generally I prefer being the one degrading, but in select situations I can be into being degraded)

Choking (I might find it sexy in fantasy on occasion, but I would never ever do it IRL because of the inherent health risks. For that reason, it can be a turn-off sometimes.)

Incest/fauxcest (I like this when it’s mom/daughter or sister/sister but generally anything outside of that is not really my thing)

Detransition/misgendering (I would never want to be misgendered myself but I am open to the idea of misgendering someone if they’re really into it ❤️)

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On the subject of interaction, i would love to see anon asks related to:

monsterfucking concepts

T4T flirting 🥰

True/False game (make an assumption about me and I’ll say if it’s true or false)

NSFW ask game

Kink Rating ask game

Fifty Shades of Blue ask game

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Telling me you just masturbated to my blog/pics 😇

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Send me an ask or two first to break the ice

Chat with me for a bit

Pitch the scene you want to RP and/or ask if I’m in the mood first

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[ronearoundblindly]

Lifeguard!Steve Rogers…

[bigtreefest]

hubby, one night stand, bff: curtis, ari, jake 😏

Brandy! This is…I think you’re trying to break me. This is cruel is what it is…😭

BFF: Jake. I think we’d get along pretty well as friends. I’m fact, I already think he’s really similar to my friends, and honestly myself. His intelligence would lead to such stimulating conversation, but I don’t think it would turn competitive. I think we’d genuinely be able to let each each other and share in some hobbies. Maybe cooking and baking. Or he can teach me more survival skills he uses while I teach him wilderness medicine.

I just…this is tricky. Idk where to go from here.

If I have a one night stand with Ari, I know it’ll be amazing, but if I marry him, that’s every night. But also, workaholic dad for our kids? Triggering. Okay, okay. So one night stand with Ari.

Marry: Curtis. Oh, my sweetie babe. The reluctant leader. A hard worker with intelligence that needs exercised more. The man who acknowledges his childhood mistakes and has become so altruistic. So sweet. So tender, so comforting. Big beefy boy I get to love and be loved by. We get to look up to each other in our own ways🥺

Referring to this post

[askbensolo]

OH yeah it is unauthorized mailbag hour my dudes*

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@mal-is-tall @hey-its-starface Yeah…brandishing a lightsaber (even an unpowered one) at my uncle was not one of my sanest moments. But...uh...look on the bright side...no one got hurt??

Oh, Force no! I’ve been at home. My home, I mean. On Naboo. As shocking as this may be to you, I’ve actually never been involuntarily hospitalized. I mean, they did hold me for a bit after I ran away from home that one time, but—not since then. (Jury's still out on whether this is a good or bad thing—just kidding—maybe)

It...actually doesn't seem like Luke's told anyone what happened. He definitely hasn't told my mom. Because if he had told my mom—well, I would've found out pretty quickly.

I don't know why Luke hasn't told anyone. Maybe he feels bad for me. Maybe he doesn't actually believe I'm a threat (is that better or worse than my mom seeming to fear l am?).

Or, maybe, it's a strategic play. And Luke's just trying to keep this in his back pocket for as long as possible, so he can lay down his sabacc card at just the right moment. That's what Snoke thinks, anyway. Not that I give a womprat's tail what Snoke thinks—but, it's a thought, isn't it?

I did apologize to Luke for...for holding out the saber like that. I know that was pretty uncool of me.

But...l also told him I never want to speak to him again. Which is kind of a shame, because before all of this happened, I was actually getting to the point of maybe wanting to tell him I was having dreams about Snoke—but oh well never mind I guess!!!

@baconbirdie Ha. Yeah. I agree.

Snoke had warned me that the Jedi have a narrow-minded way of looking at things. That, if there was a choice to be made, between me and—and, like, the light side or whatever—that Luke would choose the Force over me. That Fannie would, too, as Luke has instructed her to. And I ignored him, because I figured he was just trying to psych me out, like usual, but…well, I’ll be paying a little more attention in the future.

I’m not saying that that makes Snoke right about everything. But…I think it does make him right about some things. I’m a little more open to hearing to what he has to say, is what I’m saying.

Don’t freak out. I haven’t forgotten what Snoke did to me. I still hate him for that. But, you know what they say. Even a stuck chronometer is right twice a day.

...Yeah. I can't pretend anymore that this isn't happening. Maybe, if I had continued meditating consistently like Luke taught me to do, Snoke wouldn’t have been able to start reaching me again…

...Well, I can't pretend to myself anymore, I mean. But I'll pretend to my family all day!!

You fought in the Clone Wars? Wow, you must be, like—seventy-something years old! Wait, you know how to use the HoloNet??

Sorry that was rude—

Anakin... I don't ever think about Anakin Skywalker much. My mom raised me to see Bail Organa as my grandfather. She hates her birth father, in a way that makes me worry—in my darkest moments—that she might secretly hate me too.

I know a lot about Darth Vader. Darth Vader was my hyperfixation between the ages of twelve to sixteen. But...I know very little about Anakin. Well—nobody knows very much about Anakin. Most of the holorecords on him seem to have been wiped. He almost...doesn't seem real.

...You think he would have been proud of me?

...Well. That'd make someone, I guess.

Uuurgghh I don't wanna go back to therapy! I already did therapy!! I graduated from therapy!!! (Yes I know that's not how that works I'm just kidding)

...I guess you're right, though. I've just...been trying not to think about everything for the past week, and I know that can only get me so far.

And maybe you're right about...about anger. I do struggle with that. I mean, that's no secret or surprise to anyone. I just...feel kinda scared a lot of the time, and…I'd so much rather be mad than scared.

And you're right about not basing your self-worth on others. I may have been avoiding thinking about my problems this past week, but I did decide on one thing—I'm not the freaking problem, Luke is, and someone needs to tell Fannie she doesn't need to let him decide how she wants to live her life. Especially if the way she wants to live her life is with me.

@bookishbrigitta

Auntie Malla? Oh, for kriff's sake! You just want me to look like a total idiot for not having practiced my Shyriiwook in like, seven years—buddy, I'm tellin' ya, she will have my hide—it’s tragic, really; Chewie doesn’t know this, but ever since I left home I’ve been relying more and more on body language and context clues and my dad’s half of the conversation to understand what they’re talking about—it’s so bad—

But...actually? I don't think I've ever flown out to Kashyyyk on my own before. I've been there since I moved out, yeah, for Life Day and stuff—but, always with my family.

And...always with Uncle Luke. But now that I've decided I'm never speaking to Luke ever again…well, who knows where I'll be this Life Day.

...Yeah. Maybe I'll plan a little trip.

…Welp. Time to redownload Duro’lingo and start up my Shyriiwook streak.

[brandycranby]

Chuc mung nam moi, brandy!!🧧🐍 in celebration, how do you think the occasion would go with each of the babes? Are some interested in learning the dress? The food? The festivals?

happy lunar new year duckie!!! 😘🧧🐍 hehe i love thoughts about involving babes in cultural celebrations so i love love love this ask.

i only know about chinese lunar new year but i think we have some overlap with traditions 🤭

andy: as a good family man of a certain age, he's the most concerned with the red pocket money tradition 😒 wdym you stop receiving them as an adult? how much cash does he have to withdraw??? "honey we should have a couple more kids to make up the difference" heh he likes the family focus since he doesn't have much on his side

curtis: he's in love with how much food is prepped and laying around the house. stuff he's not that familiar with for certain but that doesn't negate the cozy squirrel-y feeling he has when he opens the fridge and there's logs on logs of radish cake and nian gao mm carbs 😌 he might know some korean new year's traditions if yona and nangoong have had him over before.

ransom: wearing scarlet is a little too much but he'll do it. for you. because he loves you (gag) and you're very interested in making sure your family likes him and they do bc he's a little darling in his nice red sweater. does end up a little overstimulated from the Loud and hides away with you heh

steve: oh he prep. he prep like it's doomsday and he like prep. doesn't know what to do so he listens to you and vacuums everything. if this is his first lny, like ever, then he's a little out of his depth but very intent on learning everything he can. the extra routine breaks up the humdrum if he's being honest. january/february is kind of depressing after the usual holidays so this is something he can look forward to

jake: bundling up for the festivities, the street booths, the grocery store give-aways and snack deals!!! how many packs of crackers can he fit in his cargo pants pockets? isn't he allergic to peanuts?? drop that crisp candy!!!! bad!!!! his niece can be trusted to walk alone but clearly he cant be 🤨 dw he'll still be well fed and ends up with some paper crafts and other trinkets 🥰

[veltana]

A Cornucopia for You!!

Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes; fake dating, friends to lovers, idiots in love, hurt/comfort; bookstore, omegaverse, corporate; fluff

It was less than ideal, or perhaps more than you’d signed up for, but you’d agreed to something with your coworker Ari that you weren’t sure could end up in anything good. Ari was handsome, smart, and a dream alpha… if he weren’t totally into another omega that you worked with. But for some reason, he felt like he couldn’t get her attention. You and the other omega were friendly, so he made you an offer: pretend to date him to get her interested and he’d help you learn…to flirt. You refused to give any more information about that, lest he encourage you to make a move on who you were actually crushing on.

Outside of work was your haven, where you could be yourself, unconcerned with putting on the facade you needed to make it seem like you were happy with Ari. It’s not that time was unpleasant. In fact, you were really starting to enjoy his presence, but before your entire deal, you had your eye on something else.

The name tag of the bookstore attendant who had a habit of slipping you a cookie every time you made a purchase ‘because you’re looking like you’re stressed about the day ahead’ said “James.” Everyday he greeted you with a smile, and you thought that was normal, until a day where the store was extra crowded from the rain outside, so your snack had to be enjoyed near a stranger in your normal reading corner. You thought you had seen him around a few times before, but only in passing. He never sat, stayed.

“You know, I rarely see him that kind to customers.”

It caught you by surprise when the blonde spoke up, closing the front cover of his notebook from which you could see a pencil drawing which appeared to be James handing something to someone over his checkout counter. If you weren’t mistaken, it was you.

“W-who? James?”

The man, whose hulking form took up most of the leather chair he was lounging in smiled with a light chuckle.

“Yeah, Bucky. He just puts James on his name tag because he doesn’t like strangers calling him by his nickname.”

You nodded and hummed setting down your things and sitting in a chair next to him, separated only by a small side table.

“And I’m one of those strangers?”

He shrugged and shuffled to lean in towards you, holding out a hand.

“Not if you don’t want to be. I’m Steve, Bucky is my beta, and he’s been telling me stories about some sweet omega coming in here everyday after work. I had to see for myself. I hear you’re quite a charmer.”

You blushed under the compliment. Not only did Bucky talk about you to his partner, who was also a Greek god on Earth, but he seemed….interested?

“I don’t know about that, Steve. But I will say, your beta has been very kind to me. How would I go about not being much of a stranger anymore?”

Steve smiled at you and you felt warmth spread through your heart. “Let us take you out to dinner? Get to know us? Let us get to know you? I’m sure you had no idea you were signing up for a package deal, if you were even interested, but it’s all something we can talk about.”

Just as you were about to speak up and agree, you were distracted by the bell of the front door ringing. In walked Ari, drenched from the rain, his eyes landing on you.

“‘Mega, we need to talk.”

First of all, once again, I'm sorry I just clicked boxes like a mad woman when I applied for a cornucopia! 🫣

Second of all... Wow! Me and Ari fake-dating? Uhm- yes please?! Bucky as beta to alpha Steve has me 🫠🫠🫠 and that they want to take me out to dinner!

And a cliffhanger!!! Omg!!! I can't decide what I liked most 😍😍😍 Thank you a billion times for this!

[dragon-subway]

will we ever see essie and fen in that fighting ring you mentioned?

Oh right yea I have these sketches from a month or so ago

[krirebr]

A Cornucopia for You!

Curtis Everett; Secret dating, hurt/comfort; omegaverse; angst

If it were a normal day at the country club, you would’ve been sitting by the pool, a drink in hand, just soaking up the sun. The image of bliss, pleasure, with an air around you that sat somewhere around carefree, but those feelings were long gone.

Instead, you sat against the cold tile wall in one of the private showers, your knees tucked up to your chest, as you tried your best to let the running water mask your sniffles.

Three months ago, you had met Curtis, one of the new valets working at the club to make a little extra money as he finished up trade school. He was kind, intelligent, but also so much more. An alpha, but one with low status that your parents would never stand for.

Over time, polite smiles and thank yous became small conversations, lingering touches, long walks back to your car. You were slowly falling in love with him- no. More than falling. It had already happened, but it came crashing down with the return of your parents from their long vacation.

They had met you at the club for lunch, your mother already on her third mimosa and your father likely beyond that from their private jet ride home from whatever Mediterranean country they had visited this time. For the last few months you’d been free and you had been hoping that’s the way it would stay. Between her first and second salad course, though, your mother spoke up after sniffing the air.

“Honey, is that a new perfume on you? You know you don’t need that. The right, powerful alpha will be drawn to your natural omega scent. Like your father was to me.”

She smiled at him as he looked off elsewhere, hardly in the conversation besides a one-off slur of, “Yes, an alpha with standing. Very good.”

Your heart was racing because you knew exactly what they were referencing in your scent, and it wasn’t perfume by any means, the low notes of leather still lingering in your nose.

From that point on, you had made sure to shower several times before visits with your parents, hoping the entire situation would leave their minds, until one day, Curtis was called to fill in as one of the servers. You had no idea.

As you were sitting on a chair reading, remaining cordial as you could with your mother, Curtis arrived with a daiquiri for her on his tray. Her nose went off again and she sat up in her chair, lowering her sunglasses. There was nothing scarier when it came to her than silence. Her cutting gaze shifted between the two of you.

“Your father will not be pleased.”

It all happened so quickly. You were chewed out by your parents, the manager was involved, Curtis was fired, and you ran away all in a blur. As you continued to sob into your arms, there was a knock on the shower door, likely one of the waitresses you were friendly with.

“Go away, Monica.”

There was no response except the door opening with a light creak. You could sense him, Curtis. As you finally tore your eyes from their hiding place, you looked up at him and he could see how bloodshot they were. All you could do was profusely apologize.

“Curtis, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do. I knew they’d be upset, but I didn’t think they’d freak out like that. I tried so hard. To keep you away from them, I’ve been showering three times everyday just so that they weren’t suspicious of you, but-but…”

Curtis didn’t bother turning off the shower. He figured the two of you needed all the privacy you could afford after that uncomfortably public blow-up.

Joining you under the water, his hand gently found your cheek and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out. I’m almost done with school. We can go wherever you want, if that’s what you want. I promise to take care of you forever, okay?”

You sniffled again as you scooted in closer to him, letting his warmth and scent calm you. “Okay.”

Oh my god, Essie!! This is just. It's so much! It's so good!!

Poor Curtis! Poor Omega! Run away together and be happy together forever. Never see the parents again! Please!

Seriously, this is exactly what I wanted! It ripped my heart right out in the very best way. 💔😭 I loved it. Thank you!!