#i love you snips i love you snips i love you snips

[whore-ibly-hot]

Tw: Dubcon, coercion, orgasm denial, general guys being icky and manipulative.

(Its kinda ass idk)

Thinking about...

A couple of guys, not really delinquents bit certainly not 'upstanding' citizens just using you for some relief. It's probably after some event, maybe a rock show at some shithole downtown, or maybe you were just getting some snacks with guys you thought were your friends. Not thought, they are your friends, but you couldn't have imagined this.

The first fidgets with the lever of the backseats, trying to get them folded back into the trunk while number twos tugging at your skirt, your tits pressed harshly into the leather of his car. "Cmon, find the fucking lever!" He growls and number one, who raises his hands in defense. "What do you want me to do, its probably your fucking car that let this happen. This shit-bucket probably doesn't even have a lever for the seats anymore."

Number three is driving, slowly finding some small lot with minimal lights in the back of some old building, shifting into park. While the two in back continue to bicker, he makes his way to the front of you. "Are you two sure about this? Seems like going to far." He says, one hand gripping at his pants sleeve with tension.

"You're bricked up too, bro. You aren't exactly the virgin Mary here." Number two pauses, then chuckles. "But, maybe virgin does fit." One cackles too, prompting three to smack the shoulder of two. "You're not scared, are you? You want this plenty, right?" Two asks, squishing your cheeks together in a 'fishy' face with a free hand.

"Don't know." You're scared, tired from the the fun night, unsure why three guys you've always been platonic with are doing this, but you can't deny the aching in your gut, the way your thighs are rubbing a bit against the leather seams of the middle seat and the far right seat. "I'm not sure, you guys-" You yelp, a hard open-palm grazing across the sliver of exposed ass poking from under your slightly ridden up skirt.

"Fuck is wrong with you?" Three asks, suddenly the seat jolts down, making you gasp. "Easy, easy."

"Get that skirt off, I just know she's got a good ass." One's hands push up, grabbing a cheek each amd kneading them as he groans. "Fucking mint, look at this, baby!" One leans so he's over you a bit, hard clothed cock pressing against your ass as he whispers in your ear. "Why'd you hide this thing from us?" He asks.

"I wasn't hiding it-"

"Obviously." Two snarks. "We barely even had to lift this skirt up, you were practically flaunting it."

God, you're aching. Maybe it's half stress, half arousal making you run on adrenaline, but the lack of care they seem to have for how you feel about this is having a primal effect on you.

"Pussy's fat too..." One comments, yanking down the thin panties keeping your soaked lips from him.

"Careful!" You squeak, causing them all to actually pause for a moment. "Its... been a bit."

Two breaks out into a grin, realizing this should mean dwindling protests from you about the way they plan to use you.

"She's not saying yes." Three protests, hand coming to hover over your cunt, effectively blocking his eager friends wandering fingers.

"She said maybe, and look at her!" One tries to get his hands past threes hand. "She's dripping on his leather seats, she's wetter than a bitch in heat.

"Its not like we're holding her down in some alley or something!" Two adds, placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead. "This is loving compared to that. Vanilla stuff." He snips.

Three seems conflicted, eyes downcast as he reluctantly pulls a hand away, moving it to gently rub your back up and down, as if trying to soothe a cat.

"Finally. Glad you decided to knock off the cockblocking." Spreading the lips of your labia, one whistles lowly, dragging a digital from your hole to aroused bud from behind, gently circling once, then twice.

"Shit-" You whisper out, gripping the seat edges with slick hands. You can feel threes hand clench slightly, but you lay your cheek on his knee, casting a flushed and low-lidded glance up at him. This reassures him a little, but your head near his oh-so sensitive inner thigh makes this action also go right to his dick.

"Fingers, how many you want?" One whispers. You just mewl at the feeling of friction on your clit, whining when it suddenly stops. "Wait, wait, okay, two, two!" You exclaim. You jolt forward a bit at the slight intrusion, the digits working you towards a finish, but not at the pace you'd like.

"You're sucking him in like crazy, shit." Two chuckles, leaning to glance behind you. "Makes me wonder what kinda suction you'd have elsewhere." He fidgets with his belt, the sound of a zipper and belt clasp coming undone sounds out, and a snap of boxers being pulled slightly lower. Three looks disgusted as two just winks, taking his own cock in his hand and running his hand over it once, then twice before pressing it forward.

Your lips wet with the slightly sticky red tip he presses to them, prodding once or twice like he's seeking entrance. "You wanna out in? Just give it a taste, I promise I'm not gonna make you take it all the way, baby." Two chuckles as you awkwardly kiss the tip. "That's nice, but I'm not asking you to give it's first kiss." Gripping your hair, he guides it in a bit, groaning. "Yeah, there we go. Right around my cock, use your tongue." You let out a moan as one hits a spot with the tips of his fingers, curled inside. It reverberates around Two's cock, causing him to buck. He keeps his promise, you have to admit, he only bucks forward a bit before pulling his length back out. "You're taking it so fucking good, not gonna bruise your mouth though, she's taking it like a fucking champ, man." He glances at One. "You think she's close?"

"Her pussy's twitching like she's gonna pop any second." The bragging first member slows his pace, causing you to whine and pull your mouth off Two's cock. "Why'd you stop, wait- wait-" You're panting, on the verge of overstimulation and seeking that release rather than focus on all your conflicting feelings.

"Shh, calm down. You'll get your pussy rocked, calm down." Two elbows Three, nodding his head towards the man. He's been stoic since you out your head on his leg, conflicted and sickened, while simultaneously being sickening aroused. "Last chance to jump this, man. I know you want to.." Three just pushes him back, but moves to have you sit up, now facing him. His hands on your cheek. "Breathe. S' okay, you want to stop, or you want to finish this?" He asks.

"Finish it, baby. We'll stroke it over yo-" Three smacks off one, scolding him before turning back to you. "Your choice. Your decision. Don't listen to them." Three reassures you, arms on blocking you in and leaning over you slightly to keep the other two from interfering.

"Finish. I wanna cum, m' aching and-" You buck forward just a bit, and he gets the memo. "Okay, okay. Lay on your back, spread your legs, I'm gonna do the work."

You don't have to be asked twice; laying on the cool leather, this time back down, chest rising. Two hands get your feet tucked around Threes waist, and he lowers down on you. You're so hyper focused on how sensitive you are, and your 'friend'leaning over you you can barely register one and two jerking off, hoping to climax around the time you do.

Three gets himself lined up, but not before placing a few soft kisses on your neck. "I got you. Just forget about those idiots, okay? You and me, I'm taking care of you. I'll let you finish and make em' take you right back home."

You just nod, eyes squeezing tight as he enters. "Ah-" You groan. "You're big, fuck-"

He's not moving. "Too big?"

You shake your head, and he resumes several slow repitions. Eventually, he's fully sheathed, balls smacking against your ass as he thrusts. "Amazing, you feel so good, so good." He grunts. His hands brace on either side of you, but don't grip you harshly like one and two. "Is it good for you?" He asks.

"Up..." is all you can mumble. He gets the hint, angling his cock slightly. Soon, his bulbous tip is hammering that spongy place deep inside you, and you can feel your release finally hitting. "Yes, cumming, I'm finishing-" You start to yell, then gasp at a hot rush of fluids that's aren't your own.

"Holy shit!" Two cackles along with one, as three halts in his movements. "Mister 'i don't wanna, it's not right' might've just knocked you up!"

Your still riding out your orgasm, but three has immediately snapped out of ir. "I didn't mean to, sorry, I didn't-" he's pulling out, immediately smacking two who finished a bit ago. "Its your car, drive. Fucking drive, go to the pharmacy." Two puts his hands up, but obeys.

"M' so sorry." Three says as he sits you up. "I promise I'm clean and stuff, and we're gonna grab plan b, get you some water too-"

"Its okay." You blurt. "Its okay, I know you didn't mean to." Biting your lip, you think about what happened. Of any other guys did this, it'd be horrifying, and you admit it was scary. But... it also wouldn't feel nearly as hot with anyone else. "It was good."

"Hell yeah it was." Both of you were so caught up, you didn't realize One stayed in the back of the car. "Wait till you get a ride on me, baby. I promise I'll be even more of a gentleman. Shit, I'll tell you before it shoot my load in you."

You should go out for late night drives more.

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍🏻

Guess who started a new wip? 😅 (you can blame the buddie rain hug bts videos). But hey, good news is I finished it and will be posting it tomorrow.

Here’s a little snippy snip …

“Call me when you get there. Or when you stop for gas. Or - or if you���re bored and need someone to talk to while you’re driving.”

The words spill out of him, not at all what he wants to say - what his heart is screaming at him to voice. But what good would those words do now? Eddie isn’t leaving because he wants to - he’s said as much. No, he’s leaving because he feels he has to. For his son. For Chris.

Buck had tried to talk to Eddie about it early on, that maybe he should talk to Chris first before making any big decisions. Eddie had shut him down and Buck didn’t dare bring it up again. Didn’t want to risk a fight with him when they only had so much time left.

Eddie gives him a slight smile, and typically, Eddie's eyes would light up when he smiled - the amber in them igniting and glowing brightly like the sun. But today, Buck’s heart aches at the muted colours staring back at him.

“Will do.” Eddie pats him on the shoulder, his hand sliding down Buck’s arm before it’s gone. “I better get going if I want to make good time.”

“Yeah,” Buck swallows heavily, his throat tight as his love for Eddie claws at him, wanting to be free. To be known.

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[dumbgoondog]

Kenjaku’s Brain Teaser

MDNI +18 NSFW

Pre established relationship, gn!reader, friends with benefits or dating, reader is a bit of a brat. He/they Kenjaku.

Cw/Tw - gore. Brain smut. No blood but you are up in his brain, literally. Licking and fingering. Eating that shit out like coochie. Cannibalism I guess?

You’re bored. Kenjaku had been entertaining the disaster curses and Choso for hours now playing their 3rd? Round of Life, now. Why? Mahito is making a legacy story that he’s starting a super amazing family line and each game is the kids from the last game. This also included that before they started the second round new rules were established to the game to make it fair. Choso has also become invested in his little family legacy story as well, Kenjaku is just having so much fun as well. Jogo looks like he’s about to blow though, and is trying to levy that a new rule should be added that if you’re sharing a space with a player you can attempt to MURDER their family.

Yeah, it’s fun to watch, especially since each round everyone has to convince Jogo to stay and not blow everything up. Two rounds ago you watched Mahito and Kenjaku under the table take bets how long will Jogo last, and you’re pretty sure that Choso has started to draw his family. Maybe you weren’t THAT bored, but still, you were wanting attention and were feeling restless.

Pulling yourself off the couch you give Kenjaku a little puppy pout over your shoulder and go upstairs once kenjaku gives you a smile and shrug, sticking his tongue out. You dramatically groan as you go up the steps already planning how to get back at your partner in crime. Maybe you could unorganize his things, or scoot things an inch to the left? You’ll think of something…

Kenjaku laughs trotting up the stairs to get out of the way as Mahito runs his arms out stretched like wings as Jogo sends insects flying after Mahito. Choso is ducking for cover shielding his drawings of his family characters, and Kenjaku loves it. 1, cuz he won the bet. 2, cuz look at this all, the way that these curses interact and their values! 3, cuz he knows he’s annoyed you and you’ve got something waiting for him upstairs.

Coming into his office, they look around quirking a brow a smile tugging on their lips. You’re clever and they love that, you do things that are fun and a lovely challenge. Slipping into chair he looks over everything and nothing seems out of place… mildly concerning but exciting!

You on the other hand are squeezed between the bookshelf and potted plant behind his desk holding still and being quiet waiting for him to settle in. You figured out exactly what you’d do, and he was going to HATE it. So once Kenjaku had settled in enough, you move out and sneak up-

“Hello you, what have you planned for me hmm?”

You click your tongue and rolls your eyes, “I’m not sneaky enough, or you’re just too aware of everything.” Kenjaku doesn’t even look up, he just gives a little laugh and shrug. Luckily that works in your favor as you move behind annnnddd-

Snip!

There’s a good pause before Kenjaku reaches a hand up and touches at the thread of his stitches you’d just snipped. You hold back a snicker of smug satisfaction while Kenjaku gives a heavy mildly bemused sigh, “Wow, really? Childish. As much as this is mildly annoying you could certainly do better. Get my thread.”

“No,” you muse but one side eye and you tuck your tail, walking to the drawer of twine, “can we use the pink stitching this time? It’d look so good!”

Of course you know he wants the black twine, and he knows you know so he doesn’t even answer. You snatch it up and walk back to him pulling the threading of his stitches out. To your lack of experience you don’t have a hand up to hold his brain cap in place as it starts to slide and Kenjaku has to reach up to catch it, “Careful now, have you no tact? Hmm? You know, the brain is extremely sensitive, delicate, and you can’t just be so careless. Especially since RCT comes from the brain and I wouldn’t be able to heal as well if you did to much damage. That is a good question that brings up however, would non lethal brain damage be able to debilitate a sorcerer from using cursed energy or perhaps help awaken one’s cursed technique even-“

You look up and stare at the ceiling with an exhausted groan. Looking back down you stare at the slightly exposed purple brain and the liquid dripping from the opening. Without much thought or consideration you reach out and trace a finger along the gummy, squishy organ.

“Perhaps the brain works with cursed energy but the soul is the ho-oh-oh! Mmph- and what are you huff… doing now, hmm?” Kenjaku groans turning his head to look to you a bit flush in the cheeks. You’re slack jaw, his brain was sensitive and got him to moan like a bitch! A mischievous grin takes over your face as you reach both hands up to trace and touch at his brain lightly pressing and massaging the folds.

Kenjaku gasps a hand jerking out to try and grab onto you, but falling short grabbing his arm rest. Their eyes screw shut as they bite their lip smiling trying to maintain posture but shuddering feeling you caress and tease a finger into the wrinkles a dirty “shlk” noise accompanying it. Kenjaku gives another stuttering groan and breathes raggedly, “aaah what are you- you ooh fu-uh-uck~ keep going. Yes, keep going.”

You dip your fingers in more squeezing them into cracks and trailing them through the purple squishy maze. Kenjaku chokes a bit on his own sounds their hips stuttering up trying to Buck and fuck into nothing, desperate. You smile, biting your lip seeing Kenjaku coming so undone from such gentle touches and just barely teasing them has them almost whimpering under you.

“Fuck- push, push in some more. The parietal lobe- mmngh yeah darling please, up and a bit to the-the back, oh you feel so good in me,” They’re still goin on and now it’s your goal to get the bitch to shut it. Moving your hands to where instructed you slip your thumbs between the halves and fingers into his wet folds milking out his juices. Oh the moan that draws out is the cry of absolute pleasure and the way a weak trembling hand comes to hold your hip has you giddy.

The man who’s normally busting your guts, weak and nearly whimpering trying and failing to maintain his composure. He’s got a tent pulled tight in their robes a wet bead already forming at his tip. With a little hum you roll your fingers and swallowing back the slight questioning of cleanliness, lean in dragging your tongue along his folds.

Best decision of your LIFE. The way his back arches and the cry of pleasure that rips from his center, how his hand clenched around your hip certainly going to leave a bruise. The drool that falls past their lips as they twitch their hips and squeeze their thighs together seeking more pleasure. Your face is flush and swallowing the juices that aren’t that bad honestly, just kinda salty.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, oh, please!” Kenjaku whines and who are you to deny? You keep massaging and lean back in to lick and kiss more, making Kenjaku jerk and moan. Both hands are on you now, squeezing and grabbing trying to find any stability while pleasure racks through him.

You can tell he’s getting close, from the way his breathing is picking up and getting more breathy than moan filled. The way his brows are screwing together as they go from eyes shut to open and rolled back. You kiss a slow teasing trail along the crest, and are about to dip your tongue between the halves to let him hit that peak when-

“Geto! Geto! Jogo is going to maximum meteor us! Calm him! Send help! Wee woo wee woo!” Mahito’s chipper and jovial voice breaks through the symphony of pleasure. You snicker, and pull back, sliding the thread on the desk more in front of Kenjaku.

“Looks like you’re needed! Sorry for distracting! I’ll let you get to it!” You sneer and skip away with Kenjaku’s exasperated sigh following you and his quiet murmur of curses. He’ll get you back for that. You know you’ll get your comeuppance.

[hippolotamus]

Sunday Sentences 🧜‍♂️

tagged by the lovely and talented @daffi-990 @tizniz @spotsandsocks mi amor @bidisasterevankinard @rewritetheending all with some fantastic words for today. A teeny tiny snip from ch 2 of mer!Buck (and a shameless reminder that Ch 1 is posted here):

“She won’t be so bad. At least you got the worst one over with.” He winks at Sophia who good naturedly rolls her eyes back at him. They still have their squabbles, but it’s not so bad since she moved in with her boyfriend and started her full time accounting job.  “Hey, uh, where’s dad?” It’s just occurred to him that his father is the one missing member of their group. The looks on everyone’s faces, a mix of annoyance and avoidance, tell him most of what he needs to know. “Did he make it at all? Did he even show up?”  “Of course he did,” Tia Pepa assures him.  Eddie swallows down the bitter disappointment climbing its way up his throat. “So, he at least saw me get my diploma before he disappeared?” “He will.” Soph holds up her cell phone that she must’ve recorded on. “I got yours and Shannon’s, by the way.” “Great. Thanks. I’m sure Linda will really appreciate that. Why don’t we go, uh, say hi to them?”

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[sticks-and-souls]

Anakin & Letting Go

I always found it to be a little skeptical that Anakin could become a force ghost after it took Yoda, Qui Gon, and Obi-Wan learning and training how to do it, and I always thought “really? Anakin? Finding that level of peace and letting go?” But after this episode, seeing the care and lesson that he imparts upon Ahsoka that he learned so painfully, I understand it from him so much better. Vader was so stuck in his complete self-hatred that he allowed nobody who had known him before as Anakin to reach him (most notably Obi-Wan and Ahsoka) because of the overwhelming extent of his shame. It took his son, who had never known him and yet who still stood before him and believed in him, loved him, sacrificed himself for him, to call Anakin back from the depths of Vader. And this Anakin, let everything go to save his son and to allow his son to save him.

And it felt so impactful to get to see this mature post-Vader Anakin reaching out to Ahsoka to teach her this very hard-earned lesson that he took the very hard road to get. Because she has Vader in her. She is everything Anakin taught her, and we saw the behaviors that led Anakin to becoming Vader—the fear of losing his most cherished relationships—reaching out of Anakin very early in the clone wars (and before) and the two of them are both very aware that he imparted those lessons on her. And then we've seen across this season—and overtly in her clone wars flashbacks—that she believes she is inextricable from these traits.

I’ve always loved Anakin as a fictional character, getting to see his earnestness, his flawedness, and his intensity (to borrow Huyang’s very accurate adjective), but this episode brought a level of humanity to him that has moved me so deeply. Life is HARD, loss gets forced on all of us no matter what, and the lessons that we learn through mistakes that we made can be extremely painful because acknowledging and taking responsibility for hurting people is actually really painful for humans (not owning up to our actions is the emotionally easier choice and George Lucas has stated time and again that the Dark Side is about taking the short-term easier choices). But it ultimately means that learning from your mistakes is an actual choice you have to MAKE. And this is the core of Anakin’s lesson. He is teaching Ahsoka that she has to choose which lessons he has taught her that she will live by, but more than that, that she is empowered to be able to choose. Yes, she has everything that he taught her—the good and the bad—but she is not condemned to live out all of the lessons. 

And the beauty of it isn't just the lesson, but that Anakin gets to be the one to teach it to her. The betrayal that she experienced in discovering his fall, the taintedness that she has been portraying that she feels about herself, gets specifically addressed because if he figured it out, then she definitely can too. If he is more than just Vader, then she is too. And THAT is what the "Is that what this is about?" line is actually about. It's so so important that we get to see pre-Vader, Vader, and post-Vader across her vision because the point is that yes, Vader is a part of him, and that brilliant shot of the two of them glaring Sith eyes across the blade at each other did it's job in conveying that Ahsoka is capable of that darkness too, but you are not only the darkness. You get to choose. ("You're more than [death and destruction] because I'm more than that"). And more to the point, you have to choose. Because if you don't specifically choose to fight the dark, then you're ultimately choosing to fall into it. "Fight or die."

So for Anakin to be able to reach out to her one more time, to be able to love her the way he, as Vader, had refused to the last time when they met on Malachor, and to open with “you’re never too old to learn”, because god if he didn’t learn that the hard way too. And to be able to pass on to Ahsoka how to actually let go because he himself had only just finally been able to learn it as well, feels so powerful and poignant.

And that look of pride and wistful sadness that he gives her at the end? That both she and Luke were able to learn so quickly what took him so long? And that maybe, he may have helped save her from the worst traits that he imbued upon her? That’s him having let go of his own shame. He feels grief, he feels guilt—we can see it on his face—but what has happened has happened and he has accepted that, and finally learned that letting go doesn't mean it didn't happen, it means it doesn't have to define your actions going forward.

And finally, it’s also him letting go of ahsoka. By teaching her that she will choose her destiny, he has to accept that he cannot control it either. And he has. “There’s hope for you yet.” 

So yeah, Anakin learned to let go, and getting to see him here, in this headspace of acceptance and peace, practicing and understanding what it means to be a Jedi, was so unexpectedly cathartic and revelatory for me as viewer. 

[lovebunnie]

i would be absolutely shocked if nandermo actually did happen. i dont think it will, i dont think they will ever kiss or make a move. i think theyll leave it in limbo forever. i think the show will end with guillermo finally leaving for good. nandor will try to make him stay but it wont work, he’s already making plans to move somewhere else and packing his things and in the foyer of the house, a slight acknowledgment from them both. nandor asking quietly, “it was real, wasnt it?” and guillermo will smile and say yes. it was real. but guillermo will go and life will move on and maybe even at the very end we will meet nandors new familiar who moves into the space under the stairs and makes a comment about how shitty the space is and nandor will say yea. it’ll grow on you though.

[snip73]

hes such a dog guy

[songsofsappho]

I'm working on moving in with some sapphic friends and one of them brought up the idea of us as a big group chilling with our partners (very generously implying I can find one by then) and it just sounds so perfect.

The fem(me)s loitering around the living room drinking wine while the butches hang out on the balcony smoking? I'm rosy and tipsy and chattering with the people that I care about.

And then my girl calls me out onto the balcony and shotguns hit after hit into me. My tolerance is so bad, I'd be dizzy and fuzzy and clingy the rest of the evening.

But it doesn't matter! I stay at my girl's side (she's got me), and I'm surrounded by my best friends and their cool partners and life could just be good.

(and then maybe she drags me back to my room to enjoy how sensitive and pliant I am 😵)

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

These Clone Wars headcanons take a turn at the end

I feel like the writers really dropped the ball on never showing us Anakin and Ahsoka attending a formal event because I feel like it would be hilarious 

Watching two hardened war heroes try and act like they haven’t seen all the horrors the universe has to offer is the equivalent of watching two possums stacked on top of each other trying to convince someone they’re human

I feel like they would both try to behave for Padme and Obi-Wan’s sake but at the same time they can't help but make fun of each other as they act “normal” while simultaneously hiding the fact that they’re talking shit about anyone and everyone in the room

These two dorks are just standing in a corner praying to anyone that will listen for these stuck-up silver spoon-suckling sleemos to leave them alone but unfortunately for them the rich never care to read the vibe so they’re stuck schmoozing

After being to a couple of formal events the two start to form escape plans to get out of being in boring conversations which include but are not limited to: Ahsoka acting like they’re playing her favorite song so they have to dance, them pretending as Obi-Wan called them over with the force but in actuality they just hide behind him while he acts like an adult, and last but certainly not least Ahsoka faking an allergic reaction 

That last one got them into some trouble cause in their haste they left Obi-Wan and Padme behind to deal with the confused and concerned public and they were less than pleased to find that Anakin abused his padawan’s allergies like this little did they know Ahsoka came up with that plan

I have a guttural feeling that Ahsoka’s been put in air jail sometimes by Rex but it’s mostly Anakin using the force to lift her off the ground because it’s the only thing that calms her down 

It surprised her to find out that he stole the idea from Obi-Wan it was more surprising to find out he wasn’t entirely patient with Anakin during the first couple of years of his apprenticeship but the thing that didn’t surprise her was the fact that Anakin was a feral little brat who bit hard when he was frustrated 

There was one time when the trio were sent on a mission and it wasn’t a pleasant one to say the least which naturally resulted in them being sleep deprived which usually leads to them being very snappy towards each other

One day Anakin and Ahsoka got into a less-than-friendly shoving match which was likely going to escalate into a full-blown fight before Obi-Wan lifted them both and the uncharacteristic abuse of the force caused the duo to laugh their asses off 

Obi-Wan doesn’t like thinking of that moment cause it feels like a petty step back in his growth but the duo silently thinks that moment was hilarious and still laugh about it years later 

Anakin doesn’t always use the force to reprimand Ahsoka sometimes they act like the stupid teenagers they are and use it for reckless fun and by that I mean one day Ahsoka got an idea and begged Anakin to use the force to toss her as high as he could

He denied her request for a while even with her assuring him that if anything went wrong she could just catch herself when that approach wasn’t working she poked at his pride making little comments that he probably couldn’t toss her higher than his head

So with an admittedly bruised ego and still slight hesitation he agreed and the second her feet were back on the ground she begged him to do it again funny enough it became a kind of game/training for the duo

It helped with Anakin’s stamina and Ahsoka’s reaction time cause unfortunately being the chosen one doesn’t make someone perfect and he did drop her a couple of times but it didn’t matter much cause she caught herself

As the duo got older they started taking turns launching each other like a weird force see-saw but one day the jig was up cause the twins caught them doing this weird little game and demanded a turn

They agreed but the twins never got past the duo’s waste which didn’t matter cause Padme scolded them anyway and the two promised to never do it again with the twins around 

Anakin and Ahsoka are both deeply sentimental people I know this in my soul which results in their shared quarters being cluttered with a whole bunch of stuff 

Anakin’s stuff makes more sense cause it’s basically gifts from Padme and Obi-Wan or random projects that never worked out but he could never justify throwing away

Ahsoka on the other hand is an absolute goblin and will hoard anything and everything that feels special like 3D glasses from the singular time she and Anakin could see a holo in theaters, or a random rock from Naboo, a ribbon from a dress Padme gave her that she outgrew, and a thank you note from the kids on Mandalor 

You know the things that most people would describe as useless or junk but she keeps them scattered all over their quarters nonetheless well she did before someone got wind that she was doing this and advised her against it cause it’s against the Jedi code

She agreed with them so she stuffed all of it in a box and right before she could toss it they were sent on a mission and when she got back she didn’t have the energy to get rid of it so she just shoved it to the back of her closet 

And then she started collecting trinkets again and stored them all in the box that she lovingly refers to as the “box o’ shit” in her mind until one day the box literally wouldn’t close with all the stuff stored inside

And out of the blue the guilt she first felt when she was reprimanded came flooding back tenfold and she made a vow to toss it out the next day but every time she tried it just ended with tears in her eyes

Until one day she came home from a truly terrible solo mission to find a chest in the middle of her room and when she asked Anakin about it all he said was “Oh it’s for your stuff I figured you’d need a new one by now”

She needed no clarification of what stuff he was talking about and she didn’t know how to ask him politely how he knew she ignored sage advice while she knew she should feel embarrassed for being so obvious or guilty all she felt was loved 

So she squeezed the ever-loving force out of the one person who just got her and smiled as he squeezed her back just as tight without commenting on the twin puddles on the front of his robes 

[dogpawsswapgod]

me, talking about CaitVi: i love both my fictional lesbians equally

me, writing CaitVi:

[snip-stein]

It ain’t your typical virus.

[raikirikiri]

missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

———

AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

[kissingarthurclaus]

Kepler and Ahsoka haven't always...gotten along, to say the least. As initiates, Ahsoka was always very clearly miles ahead of everyone while he fell behind. Even if she didn't mean to, subconsciously she always considered him the lowest bar, she's obviously very talented cause she's nothing LIKE him.

Of course they grow to resent each other for this and butt heads, especially with their masters being best friends which means they're forced to be around each other a lot more 😅 but they don't realize how similar they really are! Eventually they're able to reconcile and become genuine friends, though! 💖

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[constellation-skirmishes]

they're arguing over the best paramore albums

anakin: All We Know Is Falling & Brand New Eyes & This Is Why

ahsoka: After Laughter & Riot! & Paramore

ani: of course i'm right you overgrown, hairless tooka-kit

soka: NUH-UH !!

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

it;s all wizard city? always has been.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Also would you kindly share something about one of your OCs? If you've got their birthdays then maybe a character with a fall birthday 👀

sorry i'm so late lee thank you for sending me this <333

okay so! leander and jace's birthdays are in the fall and a couple days apart so i'm giving you a random little snippet i wrote a while back (probably around the time i got this ask if i'm honest)

LEANDER

"Hey Jace," I said as I flopped down on the couch beside him. It wasn't until I had my legs tucked under myself that I actually registered his presence and jolted in surprise. "Holy shit! What are you doing here?"

Jace just smiled. "Not much. Just waiting for you."

"You..." I blinked at him, then yanked the towel out of my hair and scrubbed my hair dry before throwing it at the stairs. "How did you get in?"

"You left the backdoor unlocked."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, I locked it for you." He smiled, then made a face. "You really should be more careful though. Anyone could've come in, Lee."

I scoffed and gestured to his person. "Clearly."

"Someone worse than me." Jace said with a playful roll of his eyes. "By the way, I brought Taco Bell for you."

"Oh?" I glanced at the coffee table to find a familiar take out bag. "Thanks. Did you eat yet?"

"Yeah. But I wouldn't say no to the burrito," Jace said, pointing into the bag. I grabbed it and handed it over Jace's offering before pulling out my chalupa. (One of two.) After taking a bite, I gave Jace a look.

"I didn't hear you pull up."

"Oh, I was out on a run and decided you needed Taco Bell," Jace said with a shrug. He must've been joking because the food was still warm. If he'd really run here from town, it would be ice cold. But I was hungry and I'd been craving this all day, so I didn't call out his lie.

"What are you, telepathic?" I joked. Jace's eyes went wide for a split second and some rice fell out of his burrito onto his shirt. He looked down at the mess and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger before bringing it to his mouth.

"Yep. I can read your mind." Jace said, wiggling his now-greasy fingers at me. "And right now..." Jace closed his eyes and pretended to read my mind, making a humming sound. "You really want to watch the new episode of Enchanted Rivalry with your best friend. Who ran through a blizzard to bring you food."

I groaned. "Jace, you know I hate that show."

"You love it." Jace said as he grabbed the remote off the table. "You just think you're too cool to watch it." He dropped his voice to mutter, "Which makes no sense considering the Twilight thing, but whatever."

"Well you just wanna watch boys kiss." I accused as Jace navigated a streaming service to find his current favorite show. It was about a school for magical teenagers and the two main characters were constantly at each other's throats— either with teeth or lips. Sometimes it took them a whole episode to decide if they hated each other or wanted to make out. It drove me crazy. But it was sort of hot, so...

"Not true," Jace said with a pout. "I like the plot."

"Ninety percent of the plot is the boys making out. Or slamming each other into walls. Or floors. Any surface, really."

"Yeah well. I like those parts too," Jace said with a grin. And then he started the episode.