#bluesouls

[funtimespringscare101]

I finished watching Episode 3 of TADC and I'm so glad I shipped Tantei (My OC) with Martha! Here are some headcanons for BlueSoul!

Tantei definitely fitted the vibes of the Mystery of Mildenhall Manor, I mean, a detective in a haunted mansion, you can't find anything more fitting than that.

If Tantei ever saw Baron Theodore's corpse (after hearing Martha's story), he'll laugh and mock him forever.

Martha and Tantei would hit it off right off the bag, considering both of them being the calm ones.

Martha actually helps Tantei with the fact that he can't remember anything about his life and he appreciates it.

Probably begged to Caine to be able to visit the manor from time to time.

Tantei would listen to Martha go on for hours, he's that smitten.

If Tantei held his breath, he would pixelate. This is a reference to what inspired his whole vibe: Top Loader and Sonic.NES, along with other NES games.

Tantei, Ragatha and Gangle would go on to have weekly tea parties at the manor.

Tantei and Martha would definitely be a healthy ship and be one of the more down to (digital) earth relationships.

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[sooophelia]

this is what i think my soul looks like

[funtimespringscare101]

Ooooh! PRETTYYYY!!!

Mmm she sounds like she would have a British accent.

Whats the Ghost Lady's Name?

Martha Mildenhall

[soulrebellon]

Happy Pride! Poly and Proud✨️

[omanxl1]

Marissa Guzman Afro, South African Deep & Soulful House Music DJ Mix Tribute Playlist by JaBig

Digital Crate Digging Continues as we conduct this business as usual that’s suitable for this time frame! The saga  / struggle continues as life goes on as the toil and strife goes on during these Terrible  / Terrific Tuesday time frame! So named because things can go either way peep game to see how it plays out / do the mathematics! It’s all game out here in these local,  national, …

[amorfista]

"Dads at the beach"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!

But their mischief did not go unnoticed, and the Dads of the Bad Batch, who were trying to enjoy their drinks and straight up chillax, are having a bit of a hard time doing so with all of Omega's giggles and Wrecker's barely contained laughter!

-"The kriff are these devils up to now...?" - Echo says as he takes a sip of his piña colada.

-"I'll do you one better... How the kark is Tech sleeping through that..?" - Hunter mutters in disbelief.

...TO BE CONTINUED! [Part 4]

Alright... this one took a while. I'm very sorry for the huge delay on this drawing but... some parts of it made me lose my sanity :). I hope you can catch all the small details I laid here and there. Echo's shirt covers his Fives tattoo, which is a bit sad, but that's okay because there's another version ^^:

There, that's better🥴❤️��🔥

This project has been quite difficult and I have a lot of things that I'm not too proud about. I suck at backgrounds and I definitely am NOT GOOD at making a line of palm trees :') The characters aren't that well incorporated in the drawing, I would have liked to make more fun little things here and there (which I'll save for future drawings) and the colors, well, let's just say I can smell them now. I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore ;V; so sorry in advance </3. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND SUPPORT!!! Although this is a challenging project, I'm VERY happy to see myself improving little by little, and your encouragement helps me push through ANYTHING!! I'll do my best again in the next one!! 💕💕

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[mythical-illustrator]

An idea after a conversation with @deejadabbles and @blueink-bluesoul

I give you former Marshal Commander turned vigilante Fox

Inspired by the red hood.

Fox will save his save his city and his brothers after being forsaken by the republic he swore to protect and the serpent buried within. Or something

Master art list

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[starqueensthings]

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CC-1010: Commander “Fox” of the Coruscant Guard pt.1

for my dear friend @wizardofrozz

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Restrained (Hunter x f!reader drabble)

Summary: Hunter finds himself tied up and at your mercy.

Warnings: fully filth y'all so minors begone; bondage, restraints, blindfolding, sensory play, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 478

A/N: shout out to Free for the impromptu mini-event. enjoy, babes

You'll never tire of seeing him like this.

The usually composed and stoic facade of the sergeant crumbles at your touch in an instant. His chest heaves with labored breaths, equal parts exertion and exhilaration, his toned arms bulging where he strains against the cuffs binding him to the bed. Ghosting your fingertips delicately up his thigh, tracing the skeletal tattoo, you delight in the deep, rumbling groan the action earns you.

"P-Please, mesh’la," he grits out, "don't be a tease."

"Oh but it's so much more fun when I am," you purr. To punctuate your point, you rake your nails down his flexed abs. The muscles jerk and twitch under your touch, and he squirms, whining.

You've been here before, Hunter restrained and you in charge, but this is the first time he's been willing to remove another facet of control. His bandana sits wrapped like a pretty bow around his eyes. Every new touch, every new sensation, makes him flinch first and moan second. You know from experience how little vision the makeshift blindfold allows; his other senses are working overtime, oversensitive.

Flattening your hands, you smooth over his hips. You shift on the bed until your mouth hovers above his leaking cock. You exhale a warm puff of breath, then flick your tongue out, catching a drop of pre-cum where it beads at the tip.

Hunter's hips jerk and the cuffs snap taut. "K-Kriff, yes."

Letting out a breathy laugh, you repeat the action, earning another stutter of hips up toward your face, and a heady whine.

"You're being so good for me," you murmur, lips barely skimming the velvet sponge of his tip.

"A-Always," he pants, "always for you, mesh’la."

You hum. "I think you deserve a reward."

Above you, he nods his head frantically, another whine tumbling from his lips. You pause to study him for a moment, relishing in the electric feel of control in your core; his skin is dewed with a fine sheen of sweat, a flush high on his cheeks, his lips parted and so fucking pink. A gush of arousal slicks your already sopping folds.

In that moment, you decide his reward.

"Mesh’la, what--"

Confused words are cut off as you nimbly clamber up his body and cant your hips down toward his wet and waiting mouth. He moans like a kriffing holoporn star and cranes his neck to kiss your cunt, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds and circling your clit. With a sigh, you settle your knees further out and lower to properly sit on his face.

"Fuck, thank you," he mumbles into you, and then the only sounds from him are feral groans and needy whines as he suckles, licks, and worships you to orgasm, the first of many for you both tonight.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Please Don't Be Gentle

Summary: You asked for it. He's more than willing to comply.

Pairing: Crosshair x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, rough sex, blowjobs, rough blow jobs, hair pulling, slight choking, manhandling, the author’s glove kink showing back up, brief fingering but otherwise not much foreplay

A/N: I'm trying out something new before I get real busy. Just some short drabbles of varying filth levels. (There will be some sfw ones as well, I was just in a mood today.) I say short but it's like 500 words so...

MASTERLIST

Your knees ache. Not that you could really complain with Crosshair’s cock stuffed in your mouth. You’ve been here probably too long, on your knees before him. He hasn’t cum yet, one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, the other tangled in your hair. You meet his gaze, his eyes squinted as they always seem to be as he stares down at you. He loves your mouth. He’d told you before you started. 

He’d spent a long time kissing you, mapping your mouth with his tongue before you’d uttered the words that had put you in this position in the first place.

“Please don’t be gentle with me.” 

Crosshair’s lips had lifted in a smirk, eyes going dark before his hand wrapped around your throat and his teeth sunk into your lip hard enough to draw blood.Not long after you’d been forced into this position. Your jaw aches, and you know your voice is going to be hoarse tomorrow. 

Crosshair releases the base of his dick, the hand in your hair forcing you forward until you physically can’t take anymore. You grip his thighs to steady yourself, breathing through your nose as he holds you there for a moment. You choke around him and he releases you, letting you draw back off his cock completely. You take a deep breath, coughing a little at the irritation in your throat. 

He still hasn’t cum yet, cock hard and angry as he stares down at you like you’re nothing but dirt on the bottom of his boot. His hand grabs the back of your neck, dragging you to your feet and onto the table in the middle of the room. 

Your body hits the table with a thud, hard enough to draw a noise from you.. The hand on the back of your neck keeps you from moving, a booted foot pushing your legs further apart. You’re practically dripping, naked folds glistening in the low light of the barracks. 

Gloved fingers trail your folds, ghosting over your clit. You’re just far enough back you can’t use the table to your advantage, for any sort of friction you’re desperate for. A glove hits the table next to your face before two fingers are stuffed into your pussy. You moan as you finally get some relief. 

“Hear that?” He says, his words slithering under the squelch of your soaked pussy. “So wet for me.” 

“For you,” You gasp, hips pressing back against his hand. “Only for you.” 

He chuckles, withdrawing his fingers. “Good girl.” 

His fingers are quickly replaced by his cock, and he gives you no time to adjust as he sinks into you to the hilt. You whine at the discomfort of being stretched so suddenly, hands curling into fists where they rest against the table. 

“Still so kriffing tight.” Crosshair gasps, his free hand trailing over your back. “You’ve been neglected too long.” 

You whimper, pushing up onto your toes as he begins to move his hips, forcing you against the table as he thrusts into you. You moan and whine as he fucks you, legs trembling from how close you are already. You’ve been wet since he proposed this idea, wet at the thought of taking him, of letting him have his way. 

The hand on the back of your neck forces your face to the other side, your lips parting as you get closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes meet Hunter’s where he’s seated just mere feet away, secured tightly to a chair. 

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[arctrooper69]

How Fascinating

Waking up next to Tech is like waking up on a cloud. It's like waking up in heaven.

@clonexreaderbingo "Your eyes are so beautiful"

I got the idea from this post by @ladyzirkonia

Warnings: No smut but there's a bit of suggestive fluff. 😘

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Gentle tendrils of sunrise drifted quietly through the cracks of the slated blinds, waking Tech from his slumber. He inhaled deeply, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He rolled over to his side and with nimble fingers, plucked his goggles from the bedside table, careful not to jostle the sleeping figure next to him. A smile crept through his lips as he lay back down, sinking into the warm mattress, bathed in golden sunlight. It had been a long, long time since he'd gotten anywhere close to feeling so well rested. So peaceful.

Tech propped himself up onto his elbow, overlooking his sleeping companion. She was so beautiful. So kind, and bathed in the golden glow of sunlight, Tech likened her to a star.

***

The sensation of fingers lightly running up and down your arm pulled you from a deep sleep. An unbidden grin snuck it's way over your lips, giving away the fact that you were no longer asleep.

"How fascinating..." He whispered, fingers running through your hair.

"Hmm?" You turned to face him, opening your eyes. Tech chuckled as he brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I was simply admiring the way the sunlight frames your face. Even asleep you are beautiful. It's fascinating."

Pulling him close, you planted a kiss on his nose.

"You're just saying that because you want me to stay in bed with you."

”Well, yes..." he replied sheepishly.

You giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Tech you know I have to go to work soon."

His fingers traced across your collarbone.

"I know," he sighed. "But I did very much mean what I said." He took your hand. "You are truly beautiful."

You sighed, the blissful moment shattered by an unexpected flash of melancholy.

"Do you really think that?"

Tech blinked, unsure where the sudden change in tone had shifted.

He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"I do."

The fleeting offense floated back into the melancholic abyss from whence it came as you smiled warmly into the warmth of his neck. He smelt like grease and gunsmoke.

"Prove it."

You felt him raise an eyebrow and smirk against the skin below your collarbone where his lips lay on their path to smoothly kiss his way down your body. He turned his head towards you.

"I know that look. Do not try to tempt me with those beautiful eyes of yours, cyare. I thought you needed to get ready for work?"

"I can call in sick."

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[funtimespringscare101]

@chaosverse-mainblog @misterah13 I loved Episode 3 so much and these two never left my mind so here is a official Poster for my Amazing Digital Circus ship BlueSoul (Martha Mildenhall x my OC Tantei)

For Real, Martha deserves a better partner than Baron Theodore, and even Tantei's living jacket ships them! ...There's only one image that perfectly describes Tantei and the Baron:

Yeah Tantei and Theo are rivals and no one can tell me otherwise...

[clonemedickix]

The Lean

Finally finished!! I give you Fives, doing his fabulous lean against a heavily graffitied wall at 79s. He seems particularly amused by the Obi Wan note…

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[sinfulsalutations]

Congrats on 500 followers! Can I see Wolffe with a female reader for Prompt 2 (“I can’t believe you’re mine.”)? Maybe something soft and domestic?

➼ ɴᴏᴜʀ'ꜱ 500 ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ���ʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏɴɴɪᴇ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ 🥰

➼ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ☆ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ"

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴡᴏʟꜰꜰᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 531

The morning air boils deep in your stomach when you awake, the sound of early rising birds chirping outside your window. You stir slowly, a deep groan leaving your lips as your senses come back to you gradually; first, your sight, as you allow your eyelids to peel back and gaze toward the sun peaking through sheer blinds, searing them half shut again when the light finally begins to burn your sight render less once again. Then, you become aware of the looming presence of a strong, muscular arm laid over your waist, hand pressing to your stomach to keep you pressed against his hard, sturdy chest.

You hum again when you feel his lashes brush against you and his lips purse, placing a lazy kiss onto your shoulders where he’d rested his head.

“Morning, baby,” He rasps in your ear, voice so honeyed and alligatored with misuse, and you smile softly to yourself.

“Morning,” you mutter back, turning over. Instinctively, your hands rise up to rest on his shoulders, and you bite your lip to contain your smile. He looks so good like this, bathed in morning light and still trying to get his bearings back. You don’t seem to be doing a very good job. 

Wolffe leans in, and you purse your lips, expecting him to give you a sweet, afterglow-covered kiss, but instead, he slowly creeps up over you, pinning his knees over your thighs and his elbows by your head. You look up at him, raising an eyebrow, and he just leans in toward your temple, leaving a kiss there instead. He then asks in a hushed whisper into your ear,

“What time is it?”

“Not sure,” You respond, hands returning to their rightful place in the crooks between his neck and shoulder. “0900, something like that.”

“Hmm,” Wolffe rumbles, pulling his face away from the side of your face and finally slotting your lips together. You keep wanting to break away, allow yourself to smile in the basking glow of his affection, but instead let him kiss you silly until he’s forced to pull away and catch his breath.

He repeats the action from before, lips pressing against your temple, then your cheek, then softly swiping down to your jaw, before coming back to your ear.

“You sleep well?” He asks. You sense the slight rustling of blankets around you and feel his hand trail over your skin, delicate and innocent, yet it lights your body aflame all the same as the sensual and intoxicating caresses he graces you with in times of heated passion. Perhaps you just can’t help yourself.

“I did,” You answer coolly, tilting your chin up as he slowly journeys down again. When his lips linger on certain spots and you feel that slight curl of a smirk against your skin, you know he’s admiring marks he’s left from the night before.

Suddenly, he pulls away, and you whine meekly, looking up with wide eyes.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Wolffe sighs, eyebrows creasing together. But he doesn’t seem annoyed. 

“I just… I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You giggle softly, pulling him down and pressing your noses together.

“You better start, handsome.”

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Title Prompt: I'll drop a few below and let you choose which one inspires the most. You can decide if it's SFW or NSFW, whatever suits your fancy.

- A Name Most Beloved

- Whispered Promises, Poisoned Kisses

- Sweet as Summer Rain

No rules, no expectations, and no rush!

Thank you for the prompt @523rdrebel! I had to wait for inspiration for this one, and then I got hit with a summer thunderstorm while I was out for a walk last night, and voilà! A ficlet was born.

Sweet as Summer Rain

Pairing: Rebels!Wolffe x Reader 

Rating: eh, IDK. T, I guess. Maybe M. Minors DNI as always.

Wordcount: 363

Warnings and tags: suggestive language and situations, implied predator/prey dynamics, Wolffe is a menace to society and the reader's peace of mind

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“If you keep eating all the sunberries, we are never going to pick enough for a pie!” you exclaim.

Wolffe grins at you as he pops another berry into his mouth. “I’m not eating all of them. One for me, one for the basket.”

“Except I’m the only one putting them in the basket,” you laugh in mild exasperation.

It’s a lovely, late summer afternoon, and the wind ripples through the tall, shimmering grass of Lothal’s plains. The sky is a stunning blue, dotted with high, fluffy clouds that drift on a lazy breeze.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky if you ate a few,” Wolffe teases.

“I am not cranky!” you huff indignantly. 

“Really?” he asks, moving close behind you. “Then have a taste.”

He holds a berry temptingly up to your lips, and when you don’t immediately take it, he slides his hand around your waist and pulls you back against his broad chest. You let out a shriek of indignant laughter, and he takes shameless advantage to slip the sunberry into your mouth. Tangy, juicy sweetness bursts across your tongue, and you giggle despite yourself. His thumb brushes against your lips, and you flick your tongue over it flirtatiously.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing?” he asks, a gleam in his cybernetic eye.

“You started it,” you reply with a provocative little smirk.

“I’ll finish it,” he replies as he grasps your jaw and pulls you into an all-consuming kiss.

Goosebumps sweep across your skin, and you nearly drop your basket of berries as you arch backward into him. His tongue dips into your mouth, sweet and tart and hot and wet. He steals your breath and turns your legs to jelly, and when he finally breaks away, your head spins and your eyes glaze with desire.

Just then, something cold splashes on your cheek, and you look up to see that the clouds have turned dark and ominous as one of Lothal’s abrupt summer thunderstorms burgeons in the sky.

“So much for sunberry pie,” you say. “Race you back to the house?”

Wolffe’s expression turns ever so slightly predatory, and you lick your lips reflexively.

“Start running, little girl.”

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[starrylothcat]

Hey babes! Dropping the quote here for you!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

Let the Force guide you as you decide the clone boy vibes! 💕

OK so my first thought was Crosshair…and some angst. 💕 Thank you for the quote!

WC: 350ish

Pairing: Crosshair x Gen Reader

Warnings: Angsty, nightmares, kinda lovey

This was the song on my mind while writing this. Enjoy!

The room was dark, the faint sound of waves lapping at the shore carried by a warm breeze that rustled the curtains.

Your eyes fluttered open, the bed shifting as you felt him press up against your back, his hands desperately reaching for you.

Crosshair was violently shivering, his body out of his control.

He was back on Barton-IV, lost in the blizzard, failing to save his vod.

“It’s okay, Cross. I have you.” You whispered, letting him hold you close, entwining one of your hands with his.

He didn’t say anything, just held you tighter and buried his face in your hair as his body shook. He gripped your hand, trying to let the memories pass.

“I’m here, Crosshair. Breathe.”

His ragged breath slowed, his shivering gradually subsiding, his tense body relaxing at your soft words and the feel of you against him.

He stayed next to you like that the rest of the night, not letting you go.

He feared if he did, he’d be back on that icy planet, the crushing weight of his decisions his only companion as he lay there helpless to the cold.

He wouldn’t be here with you and your endless warmth, your endless patience for him, which he sometimes had trouble understanding.

Why would you want him? All his baggage, his darkness, his regrets.

But every morning you were still next to him, even after he spent the night thrashing and calling out in his sleep.

Crosshair always lets you hold him, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart, trying to lessen his anguish.

You didn’t ask what he dreamt about but listened if he told you.

You were a missing piece he never knew he needed. A soft place to land when he fell, a gentle touch when he needed it most, even when he didn’t realize it.

His nightmares have been slowly fading with you by his side, ready to guide him through the dark.

This one passed quickly, knowing he could find solace in you.

You never left him, even on his darkest days when the past dug its claws into his mind and he had nowhere to run, except into your arms.

It was something Crosshair could never repay you for, except fiercely guard your heart in the same way you do his.

You always stayed.

You always did, and always will, and that’s more than enough for him.

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