#but he is ''secretly'' amused

[tennessoui]

For the prompt list, nanny/single parent obikin would be amazing!!

(from this prompt list)

(the first time I answered this prompt two years ago, the nanny anakin au was born)

so to do something different, here's some gffa widowed anakin, nanny (sort of) obi-wan!

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It is hard to find time to grieve. There are too many things to do. Too many appointments to make, too many decisions Anakin isn’t sure he’s qualified for. Some decisions are easier than others. For example, the funeral will be on Naboo. There will be two services: a public one to honor Padmé’s public service, and a private one to honor who she was as a person. The casket will be closed, because his wife died when her cruiser exploded. There isn’t much left to bury anyway.

But some decisions are harder. Which flowers should go on her casket. What songs would she want sung and who should sing them? Would she prefer her grave closer to her ancestral home or the home she created in her adulthood?

If she told anyone the answers to these questions, it wasn’t Anakin. But then, the people who knew her best, who loved her most, died with her. Sabé, Rabé, Saché, Yané, all of her handmaidens—an assassination such broad strokes that it was impossible for it to fail.

So Anakin chooses Yali lilies, because Leia’s eyes linger on them the longest. He chooses a small Nabooian folk band to play after her service because their music is the first thing to make Luke lift his head from his coloring books in days. He formally requests that her body be buried among her ancestors, and the Nabierres agree immediately.

And he keeps telling himself that he will grieve, but there is so much to do. 

And then—then there’s after the funeral. Then there’s the rest of his life, sprawling out before him in a long, hazy road. 

There are more decisions to be made.

There are people who have opinions on them now, people who sat back and let Anakin muddle through flower arrangements and kriffing seating charts, who now step in to peer over his shoulder, monitor his every breath.

Should he really move the children back to Coruscant? Does he truly plan to continue to work as a mechanic in the Mid-Levels? Should he not think of the children, their needs? How can he support them on the thin amount of credits he makes? Would it not be better for the children to live on Naboo in the care of their grandparents and their extended family?

It would be what Padmé would have wanted.

Anakin cannot care about what Padmé would have wanted, because she isn’t here. Not to argue with him, not to make her wants known. She is dead. She doesn’t get to haunt him in the waking world too.

“What do you want?” he asks plainly, sitting down across the table from his two children. The twins blink back at him. Leia has finished her cereal. Luke has barely touched his.

“Bacon,” Luke says.

Anakin hadn’t meant for breakfast, but he figures it’s as good of a start as any. “Alright,” he agrees.

He stands once more and goes to the kitchen. It’s not exactly his domain. It was never Padmé’s either. The way Padmé grew up, food was made once you requested it—by droid, by cooking staff. Not by the hand of a Nabierre.

The way Anakin grew up, food was cobbled together carefully, sparingly no matter how much you requested it. And no matter how you cooked it, it always tasted a little like dust, which took the joy out of experimentation.

But the serving staff have been dismissed for the past two weeks to give the family time and space to grieve in private. 

(Padmé’s parents have been given a schedule for visiting hours for that exact reason.)

Anakin locates the pan; then, he locates the package of bacon strips.

When he glances up, both twins are watching him over the edge of their barstools, tiny faces showing both skepticism and incredulity.

“I want to know what you want to do,” Anakin says, raising his voice as he places the pot over the heating plate, the meat in a moment later. “Do you want to stay here with your grandmother and grandfather? Do you want to go back to Coruscant?”

The twins are quiet. Anakin twists his neck to look at them again, and they’re looking at each other, silently communicating the way only twins can.

“Where will you be?” Leia finally asks, looking at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes, bottom lip already jutting out.

Anakin blinks. “Wherever you are,” he answers.

“You won’t leave too?” Luke asks rather tremulously.

Anakin takes the pan off the heated plate and turns it off with a decisive flick of his wrist. “Of course not,” he says. “Come here.” He crouches down and barely has enough time to open his arms before the twins are there, pressing in as close as they can get to him. He holds them back just as tightly in return.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises into Leia’s hair. “Not without you two.”

—-----------------

It becomes apparent fairly quickly that this is, by necessity, a lie.

The twins don’t want to stay on Naboo, which Anakin is secretly incredibly grateful for. He doesn’t want to either, but he knows he’d just be called selfish should he express the opinion.

But the twins don’t want to go back to Coruscant either. This makes sense as well. It would be incredibly jarring for them to go back to living in the quarters they shared with their mother, her Upper Coruscanti apartments in the nicest district of the planet, without her there.

Anakin wishes it were as simple as sticking a pin on a planet and deciding to uproot the entirety of his family to live there. 

But it’s not.

Perhaps if he were still young, nineteen, newly free and in love with the taste of that freedom, it would be.

But he’s a widower now. He has his children to think about, their futures. Any planet he chooses must have what they need as well. 

And they are four year olds who have just lost their mother. Their needs are numerous.

What makes the decision for him in the end is that his boss knows a man from Stewjon, who is willing to hire him. Who is willing to pay a premium for his expertise with mechanics.

Anakin doesn’t know the first thing about Stewjon, other than that it’s an ocean planet in the Inner Core and his dead wife always said the Senators from Stewjon were so frigid and tight-lipped because they spent the first few days of each visit trying not to be seasick on the Senate floor.

Anakin isn’t sure why this is the very first thing he tells the man—his potential boss—he meets behind the counter in the mech-shop on Stewjon.

He’s left the children with their grandparents for the week—long enough to fly from Naboo to Stewjon, meet with his potential employer, interview, apply his work practically, and fly back out.

He’d explained to both twins why they had to stay on Naboo. He’d explained many times. That hadn’t changed the betrayed look Leia had worn as she saw him off. It hadn’t wiped the tears from Luke’s eyes.

“Ah, well, I can’t say I’ve heard that one before,” the mechanic says. He sounds amused, and Anakin is incredibly shocked to hear a Coruscanti accent. Everyone he’s spoken to since arriving planetside has had such a heavy brogue that he’d honestly struggled to understand their directions to the shop—Kenobi & Sons.

Anakin lets himself look again at the man behind the counter. He’s rather clean for a mechanic, he decides. His beard is red, a common factor around these parts apparently, but his beard is short and neat, trimmed to accentuate the strong lines of his jaw. His eyes are a stormy blue, the kind of blue that matches the Stewjoni ocean.

“Between you and me though,” the man smirks and leans onto the counter with his elbow. His tunic is dark gray, white starchy fabric peeking out beneath the v-necked collar. “I’ve never been a fan of Stewjoni politicians anyway.”

“Oh?” Anakin asks, sidling a step closer to the counter. The man has the beginnings of gray at his temples, and his eyes are lined with wrinkles. They don’t make him look old though, Anakin decides. They make him look…well-lived.

“I’ve not a head for politics much at all,” his future employer shakes his head slightly with a small smile. His eyes flick up and down Anakin’s face, lingering on his lips and then lingering longer on the scar over his brow. Anakin feels rather flushed under the inspection, and he shifts his weight forward until he’s leaning up against the counter too.

There’s something about this man that’s rather…magnetic. It pulls him in. It makes him want to linger.

Good characteristic for a shopkeeper to have, though Anakin privately decides that the man before him has a face that’s wasted on mechanics, buried under some ship’s underbelly in a backroom.

“Me neither,” he admits, a moment too late to sound anything but highly distracted. It makes the man smile again though, a flash of straight white teeth.

“Is there anything you do have a head for then?” he asks. His tone is light, airy, rather teasing.

This is the strangest interview Anakin has ever had.

“Um,” he says. “Well. There’s mechanics.”

“Oh?” The man’s eyebrow lifts at an elegant angle. He props his chin on the palm of his hand and looks up at Anakin through his eyelashes. “Then why come here to us then?”

“Um,” Anakin says, and not because the man looks rather unfairly flattering like this, amber eyelashes in sharp relief against the blue of his eyes.

They’re interrupted by the sounds of clattering in the backroom, stomping and cursing. The man before him straightens with a slight sigh and picks up the closest flimsipad. “And what brings you in here today, sir?” he asks rather loudly, pitching his voice back to the other room of the shop pointedly. “Problem with your speeder? Serving droid? Cruiser? If it’s your astromech droid, I regret to inform you that I’ll have to refuse you service on account of the fact that I don’t particularly care for them.”

Anakin thinks he splutters, but whatever noise he makes is definitely drowned out by the rather irritated shout of Obi-Wan! that comes from the back.

A moment later, a man storms through the door, looking annoyed. "We will service an astomech if that's what's broken, Obi-Wan."

Now this is a man that Anakin can believe is a mechanic. His nails are blackened with oil, and his bare, burly arms carry smudges of the stuff. He’s much broader than the man—Obi-Wan—that Anakin had been talking to. He’s bald with a reddened scalp and a rather large red beard that’s the antithesis of the other man’s in every way. His clothes are dirty, loose, and the color of ash. He looks older too—whereas Obi-Wan could easily be in his thirties, this man must be pushing fifty.

He snaps at Obi-Wan in a language that Anakin doesn’t understand. Obi-Wan shrugs and hands over the flimsi pad without argument.

“Um, actually,” Anakin says, feeling incredibly wrong-footed. “Which one of you is Kenobi?”

“I am,” both of them say. Obi-Wan’s smirking slightly. The other man’s voice is louder, carrying that Stewjoni accent so obviously lacking in Obi-Wan’s speech.

The older man closes his eyes as if he’s praying for patience. “We both are,” he says. “Though if your ship’s malfunctioned, sir, I’m the Kenobi you want to see. This one’s good for naught but magic tricks.”

“I have been told I’m rather good at other things,” Obi-Wan turns his smirk full-force at Anakin, dropping his eyes to Anakin’s lips once more.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker,” he says very quickly in a very normal tone of voice that is most definitely not a squeak. “I’m here to interview for a position. As another mechanic.”

“Oh,” the older Kenobi says.

“Oh,” the younger Kenobi says in a much different tone.

The older Kenobi pinches at his nose for a moment before turning around the counter and offering his hand. “Ben,” he says. “Ben Kenobi.”

Anakin takes his hand and shakes it, eyes traveling back to Obi-Wan. Is he supposed to shake his hand too?

“I’m the Son in the sign,” Ben says gruffly as if that answers his question.

“I’m the reason it’s plural,” Obi-Wan adds, busying himself with the contents of the counter. From what Anakin can tell, the man is just messing up the carefully organized piles of receipts. 

He decides that he would rather not get the job than point this out to Ben.

Ben huffs out something in Stewjoni that sounds downright insulting, but that doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from smiling sunnily up at Anakin. “My brother enjoys bitching and moaning that I came back home when I was seventeen, but he’s awfully quick to foist his children off on me when he’s called to shift at the rig offshore and Marci’s off-planet too.”

Anakin blinks. He feels like that’s the safest answer.

“Only thing good that blasted Jedi Order ever taught you was how to handle younglings,” Ben says, and then spits on the ground as if the words themselves have left a bad taste in his mouth.

Anakin blinks and wonders if he should say something to remind the brothers that he’s here. For an interview. “And my magic tricks,” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes slightly before catching Anakin’s eye and winking. With a wave of his hand, a flimsi-sheet flies over the counter and into Anakin’s chest. He catches it unthinkingly. “Would you like to sign in, sir?” “Get out of here,” Ben barks, snatching the flimsi from Anakin’s hand and pushing it back to the counter. “Like I said, the only one’s impressed with that is the younglings.”

“I don’t know, your man looks impressed,” Obi-Wan says slyly, even as he pushes himself away from the counter and around the edge of it.

Anakin isn’t sure what he looks like. He doesn’t think impressed is the word he’d use though.

When Obi-Wan brushes past him, the static electricity in the air jumps between their shoulders. Anakin feels as if he’s been shocked.

Obi-Wan must feel it too because he stops only a few inches away and looks at Anakin. For the first time, his expression is open. Curious. Considering.

“Get!” His brother insists, and Obi-Wan obeys, throwing one last look over his shoulder at Anakin before he slips out the door.

The shop feels somehow much bigger now that the other man has left. Ben sighs and rubs a hand down his face. He looks older now. More worn. “So that was my brother,” he tells Anakin wearily. “Who you would most likely see frequently if you were to take this job. I would understand completely if you would like to start by talking compensation.”

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » a tale of two lieutenants

[lilyharvord]

that maven corianne interaction u posted was truly insane and i have not stopped thinking about it and how much i love there dynamic

I have brainrot about young Coriane and her strangely Loner™️ uncle who is staying with her family, and her parents struggle to be in the same room as the guy, and she is not allowed to talk to him or be near him, but she is and always will be Mare Barrow's kid and that makes her a Problem™️. So she decides to invite him to play games with her when they are not home. First, she asks him to play hide and seek. He looks over the faded edge of the book he is scowling at and says, "fine, go hide." She giggles and runs away as he "counts". She uses her best hiding place, the one her dad can't find her in, and she waits and waits and waits (she hides for a good two hours) and then she comes out to see him still sitting in the exact same place and says, "You're bad at this game." And he just turns the page and says, "I found you didn't I?" He looks up from the book with a bored raised eyebrow and says, "So clearly you are bad at it." And she is fucking GOBSMACKED, her little mouth falls open in horror and she stares at him for a solid few seconds. He expects her to argue, to stomp her foot and be mad, but instead she just crosses her arms and glares at him in a very "Mare Barrow" fashion and it kinda unsettles him. He pulled an Uno Reverse (not that that exists in this universe but whatever) on her and she is like: I will not be fooled into losing my favorite game again. So she keeps finding all these games to rope him into: cards, a board game she realizes her parents have just been letting her win at after he wins four times in a row, a different card game that she makes up (she cheats and keeps changing the rules to try and beat him but he finds a way to out-craft her every time), and then finally one day she brings him an old faded wooden box and sets it on the kitchen table where he is reading in the sunlight and then climbs on the chair across from him and sitting on her knees takes the top off and flips it around to show him a chess board and the pieces in the box. He tenses and she very awkwardly starts setting the pieces up incorrectly (she's only seen Cal set it up once or twice when Julian comes over) but with absolute confidence that she is correct. She crosses her arms, stares him down, and says, "we are going to play." and he just stares at the board between them before closing his book with a snap and rising. "No." he says and walks away. He's never said no before and she is furious. She chases after him, begging him to come play with her, grabbing his hand and pleading until she is almost crying. Eventually she lets go of his hand in the hallway and just sits down and starts crying. He is frozen and that is when Cal pokes his head out and is like: what happened? And she runs to him crying and Cal just takes her in his office and closes the door. And then like 30 minutes later, Cal finds Maven and is holding a sniffling and puffy eyed Coriane who clings to his neck and hides her face there when Cal stands there in silence for a few seconds. Maven watches him struggle for a bit before raising a brow and saying, "yes?" Cal inhales deeply and then says, "get the board set up, we're going to teach her how to play." And then just goes into the kitchen where the board is still waiting. Maven hesitates, then slowly follows and eyeing them like a cornered animal as Cal gives Coriane a glass of water and calms her down a little more. He brings her over at the time as Maven readjusts the pieces and sits down with her in his lap and begins explaining the pieces, what they can do, etc. And Maven watches her purse her little lips, and laughs internally because she is literally 5 years old why the heck would she be able to play chess? And then they start playing and she is getting it (kinda sorta, she's getting it for a 5 year old), guarantee she has Cal helping her and it is mostly him playing, but she is asking all the questions and understanding his answers and she has more than glimmer (more like a shine) of a strategic brain. And then when they win she is so excited and Maven smiles at them, and then Cal smiles at him.

[asmilethatshines]

I have a sketch in which Mello cosplays as Jack Frost, Matt as Kristoff, Linda as Anna and Mello hands over an Elsa dress for Near. But he rejects and challengingly offers that if Mello also cosplays as Elsa he will do it too.

So here it is! The latter drawing! So silly I know!

I think the length of Mello's hair cannot make a hair bun like Elsa. He can only do a small crown braid like this!

[deus-ex-mona]

happy(?) otousan day to this talented longleg who’s able to sign a consent form in perfect penmanship without any form of support for that flimsy sheet of paper

[alll-day-long]

I saw something on twitter that gave me a fic idea last night and I was like I'll add it to the idea list because I am NOT starting another fic that will sit half finished in my docs for months but then I woke up with a fully formed fic (dialogue included) in my brain and I might have to write it now

[godsprettiestprincess]

Anyway baby satanist punk Claire covered in a mix of utterly useless nonsense “occult” clothing and jewelry and real protection charms

[lucius-the-sinful]

I saw this post and it got me thinking (naturally) about my mischeif enjoyer Tav, Galethor. I think, together, the would wreak absolute havok onto their party members.

Gale is trying to make stew? Galethor would pick up random ingredients to throw into the pot. Astarion keeps stealing the ones Gale actually needs. Lae'zel isn't helping, she is telling Gale to simply put a chef's knife through their hands.

Withers better have iron patience, because Galethor would constantly pester him. He loves riding the line of "you can't exactly be mad at me, but I am intentionally annoying you to get a reaction". He will find that line with Withers.

Wyll just cannot stand either of them. He has questioned multiple times why he is still hanging around. Galethor keeps egging him on to dance with Karlach. Astarion found a flute and keeps walking over just to play it horribly. Wyll never knows true rest.

Halsin is both the most insane and most patient of them. Insane for loving them, patient for not even raising his voice once at them. Galethor has gotten into the (bad) habit of just eating random mushrooms he finds because if Shadowheart won't help him, Halsin will. Halsin can't decide if he is genuinely that stupid or this is self destructive behavior. Astarion will bring Galethor over to Halsin's tent like "you take him for a night, please".

And of course, Astarion is not immune to Galethor's shenanigans. Galethor became a leech the moment their relationship started developing. Astarion would come back to his tent after a hunt to find Galethor curled up and drooling on his pillows. Don't worry, Astarion got him back by leaving a dead rat in Galethor's bedroll. Astarion was downright mean to Galethor for a while, but quickly found out there was nothing he could do to get rid of Galethor. In fact, it fueled Galethor to continue his little pranks. It got Astarion flustered.

[awesometothe3rd]

Bonus gif:

[wolflover2426]

Crack Prompt: After the defeat of Queen Banana, Marinette detransforms in a metal closet which locked her in and because it’s located in the basement of the school, no one could hear her pleas for help.

Meanwhile, Alya is waiting for Marinette and decides to pass the time by pulling out a banana from her lunch bag and placing a miniature wig with pigtails on the banana and pretended that it was Marinette. Tbh, Queen Banana was the most silliest akuma and Alya just wanted a good laugh.

Adrien rushes into class and took one look at the banana on the desk next to Alya and start panicking. He asked to Alya if that’s who he think it is.

Alya wanted to commit to the joke and said that “Yep, this is Marinette.” The class knows that Alya is just spouting nonsense but for Adrien, he took her words seriously.

The poor boy starts weeping and vows to have a chat with Ladybug because her cure didn’t heal his best friend (It could also lead to him getting bonked in the head and realizing he is in love)

Alya is too busy laughing on the ground and Nino is just confused and wondering if he just entered a soap opera.

This prompt was spawned thanks to this comic

[dutybcrne]

Bruh what if Nahida just decided to act how she looks and just. Bawls in the middle of a meeting bc the new Sages kept bickering abt smth, and Wanderer is being No help, and Haitham is off in the corner having tuned them all out a good Hour ago, so she just decides to bring up them big ol' Ghibli tears and starts crying to shut everyone up and make them feel guilty and panic as Wanderer or whoever tf is Grand Sage decides to call off the meeting for a next time. And the Instant everyone is out, Nahida just. Immediately wipes away the tears like, Well, that was a cleansing experience, I should do that more often-

[lunaetis]

" Quadra bingo and almost whole space used by my answers-- what a not a surprise. "

are you eden's type ? || accepting

─「エデン」─  " i don't know if i should be surprised over the fact that you filled most of it or the fact that you miscounted your own bingos. " her golden hues flitted between the STELLARON HUNTER and the sheet that he handed it to her, looking almost proud. was that her imagination ?

                " you got six bingos. " she pointed out. " the free space counts, also the diagonal align, too. " she wondered if that would actually add more to his pride. " but as you said, it's not a surprise. there's a reason i'm drawn to you. " there was a small pause as her smile softened. " since you checked off giving me attention, does that mean i can hog you for the day ? "

▸▸ [ @kanxing ]

[domsaysstuff]

This is a very specific brainrot BUT for while I've been thinking what would Steve's dnd playing style would be and i think d20's Zac Oyama is the closest, because Zac starts with the himbo characters and I feel like both Gorgug and Rick are pretty good for beginners because everytime Steve wouldn't get something it could be just blamed on character's intelligence and insight (also Steve Harrington is so Ricky Matsui coded and I feel like he would have so much fun playing him) but Zac also plays snarky characters the most recent one being Pib and I love the idea that the more comfortable with dnd Steve would become, the more snarky and bitchy his characters get

[true-blue-sonic]

i like the idea of espio poking silver's nose in a way that makes it "crunch up" if that makes sense (cause it's so long)

I don't have a picture, but I can imagine very well what you mean, haha! Silver sadly cannot retaliate because Espio doesn't have a visible nose, not that Espio minds that so much in those moments. But I can imagine Silver's just contently doing his own thing, only to fall victim to The Scrunch because he thought Espio was going to lean in for a kiss and promptly got deceived. It'll probably make his muzzle and nose all wrinkly, and thus Espio cannot help but laugh at it every time!

[devondespresso]

More Steve Henderson AU!! I love love love your idea behind how Dustin and Steve end up so close--it's so fitting for what glimpses of Dustin and Claudia we get in the show

sngdjysynsnysngzngsmh thank youuuuuu i really really appreciate it!! your encouragement means the absolute world to me 🕺✨

anyway we finally started writing scenes today!! with dialogue and everything!! woohoo! this snippet is part of a missing scene after the tunnels in season 2

“Yeah, so lets get his car back before he wakes up and he won't notice it was ever gone” Mike interrupted, slinging the passenger door open. Max glared at him. “He’s going to notice. He notices everything with his car.” “And there's mud all over the sides” “And there's definitely going to be mud inside after we ride back” “And its pretty safe to say at least some of Steve's blood got on the backseat” Oh God they're screwed.

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

I love this video so, SO much.

I love Shane and Ryan so much, and Leo fits Shane and Mikey fits Ryan so much.

Also, Leo's taunting and dancing and that red eye/red eye flash of Leo that he does when he he was taunting the demon hardcore.

Also, Leo just going straight into mocking the demon, no fear, is so funny.

Mikey not thinking he would go full on taunting the demon right away and just freaking out about Leo doing it is so funny.

Also, the ending picture of Raph bonking Leo (and Leo sticks out his tongue when Raph does it) on the head and telling him to stop taunting demons and Mikey saying it is karma is just a perfect ending to this animatic.

Everyone's expressions are great.

Also, the animatic is just so good and clean too.

And like I said, the characters fit so well.

This is the video I was talking about @virgilisspidey in those posts I reblogged of the Two Souls Skeptic Trio.

Because like, Mikey is literally Ryan in this and Leo is Shane; like we said they would/could be.

It fits so well.

Draxum's Bridge (ROTTMNT) fan animatic

Original audio: The Demonic Goatman's Bridge from Buzzfeed: Unsolved Supernatural

Softwares used: Medibang Paint Pro and Kinemaster app

Slider who fears no god continues to bully his littlest brother more at 3