#i miss swr so much

[rexwrendraws]

i miss swr era ahsoka so much :']

[ryanthel0ser]

Just know that any mention of Kanan by the Ghost crew will be at least 20 hit points for my emotions

[bikananjarrus]

kanera week 2024 - day 4

prompt: outside pov

rating: teen | word count: 3.3k | ao3 link

[note: apologies for the belated posting, this got much longer than anticipated. again lol. but this was SO much fun to write! it is absolutely silly and ridiculous but i made myself laugh writing ghost crew shenanigans and that's really all that matters!]

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Zeb thought it was cute, really, Kanan and Hera trying to hide their relationship from him, when he could smell their intermingled scents almost from the second he stepped aboard the Ghost.

And it wasn’t the smell of two people, separate, but sharing the same ship for an extended period of time. No, their scents were so intertwined that it was sometimes hard to tell who walked in a room if he wasn’t looking. It was worse with Kanan; Hera’s scent clung to Kanan’s hair like mynocks to the underbelly of a ship.

He willingly admitted to it being almost immediately that he noticed. But he would also argue that the only reason he didn’t notice even sooner was because of the chaos and adrenaline of Kanan rescuing him; and then recruiting him; followed by days of claustrophobic fear even considering staying in one place long enough to call it safe—much less a home—no matter how short the actual stay, because his last home was gone, and he hadn’t been able to protect it, and— Well. It had been a lot, okay?

So it had taken three or four days into joining their little crew for him to notice that they were, in fact, together.

He was helped along by the stench of sex in the air the morning he figured it out (which they’d both pretended way too hard that it hadn’t happened right under his nose. Or within range of his Lasat hearing.) But that was beside the point.

The point was—that he knew. And he was grappling with himself, trying to decide if he should put them out of their misery of sneaking around and just tell them that he knew. Or if he should wait and see how long they would try to keep up the charade until he caught them red-handed doing something they couldn’t deny.

He didn’t really think they were trying to keep it a secret, per se. More that they (mostly Hera) were trying to maintain a professional facade. Which Zeb respected.

He just wasn’t sure how long respect would win out against the desire to stop hearing them through the Ghost’s walls anymore. He wasn’t exactly known for being the most patient being in the galaxy. And the least they could do was make up some lie to get him off the ship once in a while if they wanted to be alone.

As it turned out, four months was his limit.

Admittedly, he’d thought about caving a month in. Then two. Once it hit the three-month mark, it started to get funnier, watching the two of them scramble to keep their relationship as covert as they could. Then the amusement wore off and Zeb was just ready for them to stop pretending around him.

The opportunity to talk to them came one early morning when he trudged into the mess. He’d been moving slow, still waking up. But not so slow he didn’t see the way Kanan and Hera yanked away from the light kiss they’d been sharing.

Hera did a better job at appearing casual, leaning against the counter and grabbing her mug of caf to sip at. Kanan, blushing furiously, was hopelessly trying to make himself look busy.

Pouring himself a cup of caf, Zeb sat down heavily in the little dining booth opposite them. Groggily, he mumbled, “You know I know you two’re together, right?”

They both blinked at him. To his sleep-hazy brain, it was only slightly creepy how attuned to each other they were.

Then, with a dramatic exhale, Kanan said, “Oh, thank the Force.”

Hera poked Kanan in the side, muttering, “I told you he knew.”

“Well, he didn’t say anything, how was I to know.” Then Kanan turned to him. “How long have you known, anyway?”

Zeb took another gulp of caf. “Pretty much since I stepped on board. Could smell it on ya both.”

Kanan frowned. “Smell it?”

Hera just gave Zeb an understanding look, then pinched Kanan’s cheek playfully. “Poor human senses.” Then, to Zeb, she added, “Here I was thinking that Chopper spilled the beans to you.”

Now it was Zeb’s turn to blink. “You think I know what that rust bucket’s sayin’?” He swallowed down the rest of his caf, getting up with a stretch. “Just…try ‘nd let me know in advance if y’two wanna have sex. The Ghost’s walls’re thick, but they ain’t that thick.”

They both flushed at that—Kanan a rosy pink and Hera a darker shade of green.

Kanan rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. We tried to keep quiet.”

“It’s alright,” Zeb replied. “For the record, you were quiet. But, y’know.” He pointed a clawed finger at his ears.

“Right.”

Zeb dismissed himself to finish getting ready for the day. On his way out, he caught Kanan looping an arm around Hera’s waist, pulling her close again. Their quiet laughter followed him into the hall.

He fondly shook his head. Yeah, they were cute or something.

::

When Sabine joined the crew a year later, Zeb was so used to Hera and Kanan by then that he didn’t even think about Sabine finding out, much less telling her.

Not that there was a lot of opportunity to have that kind of conversation with her anyway, when she first came on board, because—well. Sabine wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Especially not in those first few months. She communicated with them all when it was necessary for missions and the occasional small talk. Otherwise, she was more of a listener and a quiet observer. And that was when she was hanging around them at all; most of the time she was hidden away in her bunk.

But she was good in a firefight and a hard worker. And now that she had a safe bed to return to, she didn’t seem intent on leaving anytime soon. So, if she didn’t feel like talking much? That was just fine.

Zeb knew the girl had been through a lot. And something bad. He and Hera and Kanan could tell that just by looking at her. Not to mention the way Kanan and Hera had found her—alone and bleeding from a grievous injury in some back alley in the pouring rain.

And positively filled to the brim with anger and hurt.

They still didn’t really know any details about what had happened to her. Zeb could relate; he hadn’t wanted to talk about Lasan at all afterwards. But he knew time and patience helped. She would—hopefully—open up eventually.

Kanan had definitely managed to reach her the most. It had been Kanan who’d gotten through to her in that alley, convincing her that they were trustworthy enough to help her. And Kanan was persistent—trying to get her to crack a smile, complimenting her when she executed a particularly brilliant set of explosives, buying her a set of paints when he caught her doodling with a half dry marker one day.

She started warming up to Zeb, too. Being paired off on missions helped, and she enjoyed poking fun at him. He let her, and he didn’t mind. Seeing color return to her cheeks and a spark enter back into her eyes was worth it for a little laughter at his expense.

Only Hera was having a tough time getting through to her, and Zeb was pretty sure it had less to do with Hera herself, and rather some underlying issues on Sabine’s part.

So. All this to say—Zeb hadn’t gotten a lot of opportunities for casual conversation with her. Wondering if she knew about Kanan and Hera didn’t even cross his mind until it was right there in front of him.

He and Sabine were playing sabacc in the common area one afternoon, about six months after Sabine had joined the crew.

Hera and Kanan passed through, chattering quietly. Stopping at the ladder Kanan pressed a quick kiss to Hera’s lips.

With a soft smile, she uttered a low, be careful, and then they were separating—her down to the engine room, and Kanan up to the Phantom to head out on a quick supply run with Chopper.

Zeb observed the whole interaction out of the corner of his eye. Sabine barely looked up from her cards.

“So, um.” Zeb cleared his throat. He was pretty sure that if Kanan and Hera didn’t want Sabine to know about them, they wouldn’t have kissed so blatantly in public. But then again, they hadn’t ever mentioned to him that they’d told her. And he hadn’t said anything.

Sabine’s lack of reaction was throwing him more than anything.  

Not that it was some huge forbidden secret. He didn’t think. But the way Hera and Kanan had snuck around when he first joined up with them flashed through his mind, and he was suddenly questioning—well. Everything.

“Did you, uh,” he tried again. “Kanan and Hera, I mean.”

Sabine picked a card up from the pile in the center. “That wasn’t a full sentence.”

“Well, what I meant was—”

“If you’re trying to ask me if I saw what just happened with Kanan and Hera, well the answer would be no because my back was turned. But I know what it sounds like when two people kiss. So, yes.”

Zeb blinked. “You don’t seem surprised by it.”

“Should I be?”

“S’pose not. I wasn’t.” He examined his cards. “How’d you find out anyway?”

She shrugged. “Kanan told me.”

“Now that’s just not fair,” Zeb grumbled. “They didn’t tell me a thing! I finally had to tell ‘em that I knew the whole time.”

She gave a short, little laugh. “I mean, I’d figured it out before he told me, because he is not subtle at all. He’s always staring at Hera with a dopey look on his face.” She rolled her eyes, but it was more affectionate than anything. “Remember when he brought me those paints?”

Zeb nodded. That had been about three months ago now, after Kanan had noticed her doodling. She hadn’t said much beyond an awed thank you; but Zeb had remembered the way she practically glowed with gratitude when Kanan had given her the paints and told her that Hera said it was okay for her to paint whatever she liked in her bunk.

Sabine smiled at the memory now. “We hung out and talked for a while that day. Well—he talked. I listened, mostly, while I started painting. I don’t think he meant to, but he let it slip about him and Hera, and once he started talking about her, he just kept rambling for a bit.” She shook her head like it wasn’t that big of a deal, but he could see it had meant a lot to her. “So, yeah. I knew.”

“Good.” Zeb blew out a breath. “That’s—good.”

Her nose scrunched up and she looked up at him. “They’re just so—”

“Disgustingly affectionate?”

She laughed louder this time, and it felt like a victory. “Exactly. It’s…cute, I guess.”

They were certainly that.

Zeb was just happy to be poking fun at them with Sabine, and even more glad they could all joke with each other. It was starting to feel an awful lot like family.

::

It was after Ezra joined the crew that things started to get really fun.

Ezra had been with them for maybe two weeks when they were all relaxing in the common area together between jobs. Hera and Kanan were seated, fairly close, in the booth around the dejarik table, not acting particularly outside the norm. Kanan had an arm thrown around the back of the booth, and occasionally his fingers would brush across Hera’s shoulder, or down the side of one lek. She usually tossed him a Careful, there, look when that happened, and Kanan’s mouth would quirk up in a trouble-making smirk, eyes alight.

Zeb nearly rolled his own eyes. They were so disgustingly affectionate sometimes, it made it hard to be around them and not be at least mildly annoyed. Or envious of what they had. Yeah, mostly that one, probably.

Ezra sat on the opposite end of the booth from Kanan and Hera. He was half playing dejarik with Kanan, half chatting with Hera about who she’d bet on in the podrace taking place on Malistare next month (if she was the sort of person who would actually put money to betting on races, that is), and completely oblivious to the couple flirting through touch alone across from him.

Zeb leaned back in his wooden armchair, watching the scene unfold with amusement.

He might have suspected the Ezra knew about Kanan and Hera. If it hadn’t been for Ezra’s exasperated, “Kanan. Pay attention! It’s your turn.”

“Sorry, kid.”

Zeb caught Hera nudging Kanan’s knee under the table with her own as he turned back to the game. Ezra stared at him intently, waiting for Kanan’s next move.

Yeah—the newest addition to their crew had no clue that his Jedi Master’s thoughts were more focused on the woman beside him than the holochess game in front of him.

Zeb leaned down towards Sabine, who was on the floor, repainting her shin armor. “Psst.”

Sabine’s eyes flicked up, but she didn’t stray from her hunched over position. She gave him a look like, What?

Zeb crooked a finger at her to come closer.

With a roll of her eyes, Sabine unfolded herself and stood next to his chair. He leaned close, keeping his voice low for only her to hear, “Hey, how long until ya think the kid figures it out?”

He tipped his head in the direction of Kanan and Hera. Sabine followed his gaze, assessing the scene surrounding the dejarik table. After a moment, she smiled conspiratorially.

“Oh, if he hasn’t figured it out yet, I give it at least three months,” she whispered.

“I was gonna say four.”

“You want to put a few credits to it?”

Zeb grinned sharply. “You know it.”

Instead of the much-to-obvious handshake in present company, Sabine bumped her fist against his. It was a deal.

::

It took six months (six!)for Ezra to figure it out.

Zeb won the bet by default, since he’d guessed the longer timeline. But he wasn’t sure that was really fair, since Ezra didn’t even figure it out on his own.

Ezra came barreling into the mess one morning while Zeb was still drinking his wake-up caf, out of breath, and asked, “Have you seen Kanan?”

His ears perked up a bit at that. “No. Why?”

“He’s late for Jedi training,” Ezra said in a tone of voice like it should’ve been obvious to Zeb. And normally it might’ve been. But he was still waking up—hence the wake-up caf. “I checked his bunk and he wasn’t there. Then I looked in the cockpit and the engine room and then all the store rooms and nothing! He didn’t go into town on his own, right?”

“No, nothin’ like that,” Zeb said. Hera and Kanan would’ve told them all if that was the case. “Come on, I’ll help you look.”

They found Kanan quick.

He was trailing behind Ezra as they turned the corridor towards all the bunks when Hera’s cabin door slid open and Kanan nearly stumbled into the hall. His undershirt was untucked, only one arm shoved through one sleeve of a dark blue sweater. His hair was down and mussed; from just last night, or also this morning, it was hard to tell.

What was blatantly obvious is that Kanan had not spent the night in his own bunk.

Eyes wide, Kanan caught sight of Ezra first, then Zeb, his expression one Zeb could only describe as a plea for help. Zeb nearly broke then and there.

Especially when the next comment out of Ezra’s mouth was, “Hey—wait, why are you coming out of Hera’s cabin?

“Well, I—”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter. You’re late for Jedi training, come on!”

Then Ezra was off, shoving past Zeb and dashing back the way they’d come. Kanan looked at Zeb helplessly, blushing as he tucked his shirt in and finished pulling on his sweater.

Zeb chuckled, clapping Kanan on the shoulder as he trailed after his padawan. “Good luck, mate.”

::

Everything came to a head later, while they were en route to Garel for supplies. Zeb was in the cockpit with Sabine and Hera—who was piloting, of course. Kanan was finishing up their list of necessities in one of the storerooms with Chopper and Ezra was tucked back in the Phantom.

At one point, Kanan’s voice had called Ezra over the ship-wide comms, asking Ezra for a rundown of what needed to be restocked on the Phantom.

They were still on the ship-wide comms when Ezra asked, “So, what were you doing in Hera’s cabin this morning?”

Sabine jerked around in the copilot’s seat to look at him, her eyes comically wide. He knew he wore a similar expression.

Simultaneously, they both shifted their gaze to Hera. She continued to fly steadily, but from this angle, Zeb could see the slight way her lekku stiffened in embarrassment, a slight flush coloring high in her cheeks. Catching Sabine’s gaze, Hera just shrugged one shoulder. “What. It’s nothing you two aren’t already aware of.”

“Umm…” came Kanan’s voice over the comms.

Zeb could so easily picture him rubbing the back of his neck, trying to decide how to tell Ezra in a way that was more appropriate than, Yeah I was late to training this morning because Hera and I were having passionate sex deep into the hours of the night.

Zeb leaned forward in his seat. “Should we tell ‘em they’re on the whole ship’s comms?”

Sabine gave him a look.

But it was Hera who raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “Are you kidding?” A sly grin. “I want to see who caves first.”

So, they waited, listening.

Finally, from Kanan, “We’re partners.”

“Well, duh, you’re partners. What does that have to do with you being in her room?”

“No, I mean we were together.”

“Together?” A lengthy pause. Briefly Zeb wondered how Kanan was managing to keep Chopper from chiming in through all this. “Like…did you have a private briefing with Fulcrum this morning or something?”

“No, kid. I—” Kanan cut off, and Zeb knew he was grinding a fist against his forehead in frustration. “I mean, we are together. Like, together. Intimately, as a couple, you know.”

There was a full minute of silence. He was slightly worried either Kanan or Ezra had finally shut off the ship-wide comms, and they wouldn’t get to hear how Kanan’s misery ended.

Then, “WAIT. You’re together together? Since when?”

“The whole time you’ve known us, but thanks for noticing, kid.”

“Hold on—do Sabine and Zeb know?”

With that, Zeb couldn’t hold it in any longer. He guffawed—loudly. Sabine was bent over in her chair with laughter. Smiling broadly, Hera flipped the switch on the cockpit’s comm, so their laughter echoed through the ship for Kanan and Ezra to hear.

There were groans from Kanan’s end, exasperated yelling from Ezra, warbles from Chopper as he finally chipped in.

Moments later, Ezra was bursting into the cockpit, pointing between Zeb and Sabine. “I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me!”

Sabine exchanged a look with Zeb, and he replied, “Well, we were kinda waitin’ for you to figure it out on your own.”

Ezra continued to grumble as Chopper wheeled in, a blushing Kanan trailing behind to take the seat behind Hera. He squeezed her shoulder, and she reached back for his hand.

“Well done, love,” she teased.

“Love,” Ezra muttered, folding his arms as he leaned against Zeb’s chair. “Unbelievable.”

That sent them all into fresh peals of laughter.

Looking at Kanan and Hera’s linked hands, Zeb had never been more grateful to them for bringing their little family together.

[end]

(p.s. everyone pray for ezra's poor 15 year old braincells 🙏 he's not dumb, just a little unobservant sometimes. happens to the best of us <3)

[sauceless-maiden]

the worst feeling in the world is loving a show about found family and then seeing that most of the fan-fiction is about shipping...

[captxin-rex]

happy rebels remembered day <3

[fulcrvm]

this was a star wars rebels blog before anything else so i will not apologise for anything that happens to it if i do end up liking the ahsoka series

[xxxcertifiednerdxxx]

the real tragedy of rebels was when Kanan cut his hair and shaved

[zombvic]

THREE'S A PARTY (mason mount x reader)

summary : in which the beloved couple announce they're expecting a baby

face claim : noone in particular

notes : yall idk what to write.. this is more unserious than serious but we move on 😝💯 also don't u dare mention me adding lando cause 😴

pairings : mason mount x reader

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yourusename about to be the flyest baby out there.. TRUUUUST 🙏🏽🔥💯

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user HOLYFUCK

user wasn't on my bingo 2024 card omg 😭

masonmount drippiest baby out there 🗣🗣

- yourusername literally 😭🤞🏼

user they're gonna be the cutest parents i swr

user oh my gosh.. parents (LITERALLY)

user that baby has more shoes than me and ITS NOT EVEN BORN YET 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️

user if it's a girl yall better name her chelsea 😇

- user even if it's a boy

cmpulisic crazy way to announce a baby mate

- masonmount stop hating 👎🏻

yourusername posted a new story.

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yourusename it's been a while chat! SO...... we had our daughter, alessía mount, a few months ago. she's indeed been the drippiest baby so far tho 😝☝🏽 anyways i missed u guys tbh

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user adopt me PLEASEEEEE

user ugh to be the daughter of mason mount and y/n .. a girl can dream

user he's so smitten im sobbing

mclaren cutest baby ever

user never wanted to be a baby so bad

user should've been called chelsea smh

- yourusename dw it's her middle name 😴

user imagine being the daughter of THE y/n and mason mount

user that baby is gonna be majestic when she grows up

landonorris ADORABLEEEE ☹️🙏🏻

chelseafc congrats you guys !!

user me when

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masonmount my little girl 💙☹️

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user parenting goals

user he loves that girl so much

user actually sobbing right now

- user literally im never getting over dad mase

yourusename watch it with the caption..

- masonmount wdym babe

- yourusername OUR**** ?????

cmpulisic where is my picture credit

- masonmount you took a single picture mate

- cmpulisic so what? that's a third of this post ☹️

yourusename who's the guy in the 2nd picture he's mad fit 😝💯

- masonmount he's got a kid with his girlfriend whom he loves very much

chelseafcw future striker for chelsea 🙌🏼

- yourusername future stargirl

- masonmount project messi but female 🫡🫡

did this while watching practice two for the monaco grand prix and omd the mclaren livery looked sexy bro 😴😴😴 should be the main one i SWEAR its so nice to watch

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Jisung taking care of his ex, y/n, who has amnesia and calls him daily, thinking that they are still together. Angst with comfort at the end

I still love you

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Another great request I luv u sm

Lovestruck hanji, mention of a car accident

Fluffy angst,not proof read once again

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You rolled over onto your side, you've been laying in bed all day.Well this is what your doctor told you to do in order to heal, but it's so painfully boring

You look out the window and see other people walking with their partners, friends, pets they don't even know how lucky they are to be able to leave the house so easily

Laying in bed all day may sound like a dream to anyone and it did to you before you actually had to do it, you feel so useless, you can't do anything on your own.Good thing you have your amazing boyfriend Jisung!He was there from the moment you woke up from your coma

A few months ago you got into a horrific car accident and that sent you into a coma, you were out for a while but you eventually woke up and saw han anxiously bouncing his leg and playing with his fingers. You were immediately put as ease once you saw him, it's like he can cure everything. Ever since then he's been taking care of you, helping you get better day by day.

You smiled to yourself after recalling the memories and picked up your phone to call him

"Hi hannie!" You exclaimed, han could tell you have a big smile painted on your face

"Oh, hi jagi, is everything okay?"

"Yeah but.. No. I miss you!Can you come over pleasee"

Han could never resist you, so he agreed and was on his way to your house

Han was so deeply in love with you, and if it wasn't for that car crash he wouldn't even be on his way to your house right now, han sometimes catches himself being grateful for it but thats fucked up. You broke up with him for a reason, you just don't know that.

But he also feels incredibly guilty, like this was all his fault,You and han got into a messy fight which was the cause of your break up, you left the house crying and ran to your car.A few hours later han got a call from the hospital to let him know that you, his ex, got into a car crash and now is in a coma.If only he ran after you, if only he was a better boyfriend,maybe this would have never happened

Once in your house he barely got time to breathe as you hugged him as soon as he got in the house

"Han! I missed you much!"

You said happily as you nuzzled your head into his neck

"Woah, slow down angel I don't want you to hurt your leg“

"I'll be fine my legs practically healed anyway"

You affirmed,grabbing onto his hand and limping to the living room,You guys chatted and hung out until the sunset, it's like when you talked to him he lost track of time

"Why are you frowning like that?"

You said with a slight giggle and smile to your face

"It's nothing" Han said blankly

"I know it's not just nothing, I've been with you for years now"

That's the thing, we aren't together anymore

Han wanted to tell you this so bad, but he couldn't bring himself to do it

They way you looked at him... You looked at him with such admiration, you had a special sparkle in your eyes that only appeared when you're with him

He can't just say you've been broken up this whole time that would be so mean of him...But he also can't keep pretending.He can't just keep acting like this doesn't keep him up every night, he has to let you know, at least one day

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I'M SO SORRY THIS FIC IS SO LATE OMG, I SWR NEXT TIME I'LL TRY TO GET IT OUT QUICKLY

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[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A digital illustration of many different characters and symbols from Star Wars Rebels season 2, surrounded and connected by designs from various Lothal cave paintings. 

From left to right, and top to bottom: A small snail from Atollon, peering out from its shell. Next, Ezra Bridger with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes as he says “I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor but ok ://“. A drawing of Ezra’s repainted imperial cadet helmet. Garazeb Orrelios, looking to the side with his teeth bared and his ear flicking up to listen, with an arrow pointing to his ears and saying “ears!!”. Ezra, with his saber ignited, grinning and looking over his shoulder as he runs, yelling “let’s go loth cats” in all caps.

The next section shows Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla kissing, with her hand tipping up his chin, and him blushing with many hearts floating around them. A brown spotted loth cat laying down in a loaf position, with one leg sticking out, captioned “leggy”. Sabine Wren takes her helmet off and scowls harshly, saying “cringe” in all caps. Hera sits in the cockpit of a fighter with a smile, captioned: “[screamo playing over cockpit radio]”.

The next section shows Sabine and Zeb lounging together, with peaceful smiles on their faces as they simultaneously daydream the words “violence murder killing arson biting”. Chopper stands in the center of the entire piece and extends one arm as he says “fuck!”. A Lothal cave painting with a Loth Wolf and a rider, staring to the side. The glowing meteorite stone is visible to the right.

The last section shows the fulcrum symbol glowing gray. Kanan and Ezra mimic the copycat meme from Into The Spider-Verse, with Kanan deep in thought, a hand on his chin, and Ezra watching him with wide eyes, a hand on his own chin. Ahsoka Tano is drawn buffer than her canon appearance, and has her lightsabers ignited as she reaches out her right hand to something unseen, her expression a deep scowl. Sabine, with her helmet on, jumping into the air with a basketball labeled “Ezra” as she dunks it into a net labeled “brother zone”. The piece is dated January 2023, and the artist’s signature is visible under one of the pieces.

The next three images are zoomed in on various sections of the piece. End ID.]

ok the ID for this is already long enough, but I've been rewatching the comfort show of All Time (SWR) and I ended up having so many silly art ideas that I put them all in one piece. I had an INCREDIBLE amount of fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it :D I miss my space family ;~;

[radiant-reid]

Santa Tell Me (Explicit)

Summary: Spencer’s a really good gift giver, but you have some surprises up your sleeve too. a/n: any ideas on what my winter collection is ?

Requests:

have you seen the wrapping paper outfits that are going across social media platforms right now? What would Spencer’s reaction be to seeing his s/o like this? cate i absolutely NEED a fic of reader wearing said anklet and spence glancing at it or wtv during sex.. idk how to word this but mainly what you described in the christmas blurb!!!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluffy smut)

Content Warning: NSFM daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.6k

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Spencer's almost too good to be true. It was something you figured out on your first date. Everything about him was so endearing. Nothing has changed three months in. You wonder if it will, but as time goes on you're more and more reassured.

You're saying goodbye on the 22nd, both spending Christmas apart with your own families with the promise to spend New Year's with his friends. Part of you worries he will break up with you in the time between, and the more you overthink, the more certain you are that a breakup is coming.

So you're nervous when he texts to say he's coming over, touching up your makeup and hair pointlessly. He's there before you can weigh the pros and cons of telling him you're sick.

You swing the door open with an uneasy smile, letting him in, and he smiles happily at you while hanging up his coat and scarf and taking off his shoes.

"How are you?" He asks, stopping in front of you with his hands on your hips. Surely he can feel how right it is when you're together, like you do.

"Good." You nod, breathing out shallowly. "How are you?"

He leans down to kiss you softly before answering your question. "Good, now." He smiles. "I missed you."

That's reassuring for you to hear. After 36 hours, if he could still miss you, things were okay. "I missed you, too."

"How am I going to survive one week without you?" Spencer whines adorably while you pull him further into your apartment, closer to the gorgeous fireplace that everyone loves when they come over to your apartment.

There's hot chocolate on the coffee table in the living room, waiting for him, and it gives him the warm feeling inside of being home, even though it's not his apartment and it's not decorated for Christmas more than a few fairy lights.

"Thank you." He says gratefully, taking a seat on the couch when you do.

You relax into his arms, sipping your hot chocolate. "I'll call you every day." You promise. "I mean, that's how you'll survive a week without me."

"I hope that's a promise." He says, raising his eyebrows.

"A pinky promise." You assure him, holding out your pinky finger and locking it with his to affirm your promise.

You sit there for a while, chatting about your days and how much you're going to miss each other while you finish your hot chocolate. You're used to him being busy all the time, but you love getting his full attention during his limited time.

"Can I give you my gift now?" He asks shyly. "I'm excited to see if you like it."

"I will." You assure him because you're also scared he won't like what you've brought him. "Let me go get yours." You say, getting out of his lap even though you don't want to and retrieving the wrapped gift from your bedroom.

When you get back, he's waiting on the couch with a neatly wrapped box with a bow around it. You sit next to him, handing his one over. He waits for you to unwrap yours, and you do so with vigor. Whatever he picked, you know it's going to be perfect.

It's a bracelet... no, too big for a bracelet, it's an anklet. It's an anklet with the letter SWR hanging off it in gold. "Is it too conceited?" He asks. "Like, does it make me too vain or make you feel like a possession?"

"No." You shake your head, looking back at him. "No, Spencer. I love it. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." He says, much more relieved.

You tuck your foot up from the floor, placing the new jewelry around your anklet carefully. It's beautiful, and you love it already. You don’t feel like his possession. It makes you feel important to him, that he wants to give you his initials to wear permanently.

"Thank you." You say again, moving closer to kiss him again. His lips taste like hot chocolate, and it's addicting. You pull away, though, to hand him his gift. "Here."

He opens it, looking at the leather wallet with his initials monogrammed on it. "You remembered my old one was broken." He says in awe, like it's a revolutionary feat for someone to pay attention to him. You've grasped that people don't pay him enough attention, and you're making it your mission to always listen to him.

"Of course." You tell him. “And I also went for the monogrammed option.”

He laughs at the two of you thinking similarly. “I love it. Thank you so much." He says gratefully. You also guessed he doesn't get many gifts.

"There's a surprise in it, too." You tell him, smirking cheekily.

Spencer frowns at you, but he's smirking, too, as he opens it. There's a series of pictures inside of both of you. Some are sweet; photos of you two on dates, smiling and kissing, and some are a little more risque; you on your knees, some nice lingerie, and your tits.

"Wow." He hums, paying attention to all of them. "You're gorgeous, baby."

"Thanks." You reply, adding his sexual address. "Daddy." That gets his eyes widened, but before he can say something else, you speak again. "I have one more thing."

Shamelessly, he watches your ass as you leave. He waits impatiently for you to get back, only getting harder with each second passing. Wrapping yourself in wrapping paper is harder than you thought it would be, but you get it done with two narrow strips, one as a crop top and one as a short skirt.

You lean against the door frame once you walk in. "Me."

"Fuck." He groans, throwing his head back against the couch. "I'm officially the luckiest person ever."

You walk over slowly, standing between his legs. "Going to unwrap me then?"

"I'm going to do a lot more than that." He assures you, getting up. You stand slightly confused while he takes the couch cushions off and tosses them on the floor. He notices your expression and explains. "I'm going to fuck you in front of the fire."

You're not going to complain about that. "Please, daddy." You say softly.

He stands tall in front of you, hands holding your waist firmly. It's like he's torturing himself, waiting as long as he can until he needs to rip it off you.

You're completely naked in front of him, and it fills you with nothing but confidence. His hands roam over your curves, and you're desperate for more.

"I know, needy girl." He teases, leaning down until his lips as next to yours. The eye contact is so intense that it gets you wet. "Lay down and Daddy will give you what you want."

You quickly scramble onto the makeshift bed of pillows, cupping your tits to draw his attention to them, not that it could ever be anywhere else.

He kneels down between your legs, pressing his lips to yours. Unlike before, he deepens the kiss, tongue tangling with yours. When you roll your hips against his, he smirks before starting a trail of kisses down your neck. His hands drift to your tits, squeezing them softly while he sucks marks into your neck. They're going to be awkward to cover up, but the warm feeling in you is worth it.

"Daddy, feels so good." You moan, arching your back.

His fingertips descend down your stomach slowly to your pussy when his lips drop to your tits. It's two overwhelming sensations, even more so when he presses a finger through your slit, collecting the wetness.

His lips have your skin heating up as they attach your nipples, nipping at the skin in a painful but pleasure-filled way. You're breathless when he pushes the tip of his index winder into your wet hole, and he rejoices in the sounds coming from your mouth and your pussy.

"Want daddy to eat you out?" He offers, like how drenched you are isn't a telling sign.

"Please." You beg. "I've been so good."

He hums, smirking against your skin while he kisses you lower and makes you moan. You squirm when his lips touch your clit, and even though he drank hot chocolate, his mouth is cooler than your hot pussy.

"Tastes so perfect." He reports back to you.

"I need more, daddy." You request, unsure of if it's going to land you in trouble or not.

Spencer squeezes your thigh in warning, but he's a push-over, and he'll give you whatever you want, so he licks a fat strip across your clit, tasting all of your juice.

Your stomach tenses when his tongue slips into you, tracing around your heat. His finger joins in after that, slipping into you slightly more than the last time, and pressing at your walls.

"Always so tight." He tells you. "It's a miracle that I can fit inside you."

Spencer's usually 0 to 100 once he's been teasing you enough, and he plunges two fingers deep inside you with no warning. The stretch prepares you for his cock. His speed starts slow but deep, touching the right spot inside you each time.

You writhe closer to him, tightening your legs around him in your ongoing desperate search for more. He gives you what you want, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increasing speed.

It has your breath unstable and your pulse jumping erratically as you moan out his name and get closer to the edge. "Please, daddy, can I cum?" You beg, the build-up inside you getting overwhelming.

The hand not touching your pussy squeezing down your leg until he reaches the jewelry around your ankle, touching the anklet with his initials. He said it wasn't possessive, but he's eating you out with so much hunger that it's dominating.

"Go ahead, baby." He encourages you, making it impossible for you to avoid coming.

Your fingers flex on the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head while you tense at the peak of your climax. "Daddy, daddy, daddy." You babble as squeeze around his fingers tightly.

He keeps going, almost until you're overstimulated, lapping up all of your juice before finally pulling off. "So delicious."

You're still catching your breath as he rocks back up on his knees, forearms caging you in. "That was amazing." You compliment, dazed.

"Going to let me fuck you, princess?" He asks, pulling his sweatshirt off and taking his pants off.

"Can I ride you, daddy?" You offer as an alternative.

It's not something he's ever going to decline, and he leans in to kiss you. "Sure, baby."

Effortlessly, Spencer holds your hips as he flips you over, so you're on top of him. You glide your wet pussy over his cock, determined to tease him like he had been teasing you.

It gets his cock wet quickly, and his hands tighten on your hips. "Be good for me, baby." He says. His raised eyebrows are a warning for you not to continue.

You pump his cock up and down a few times, thumbing over the pre cum spilling out. He's not the only one getting antsy, and you sink down on top of him with moans coming from both of you.

"Fuck, it feels incredible being inside you." He compliments. His cock stretches you out, molding your walls around his length while the tip hits your g-spot and leaves you breathless.

You can't get out the words to tell him how good it feels, but he knows from your blissful expression. You keep your hands resting on his stomach, so you can stabilize yourself as you start bouncing on his dick slowly.

He lets you take your time as you adjust, but you're an overachiever and determined to reach another orgasm as quickly as you can. You move up and down on him, lifting your hips high enough to almost entirely get his cock out before slamming back down onto it.

It's the best you've ever had, and you're determined to make it as good for him. Spencer watches in awe as you moan on top of him. "Taking my cock so good, aren't you, baby?" He coos, hands traveling up your sides so he can squeeze your tits.

"Mhm." You whine out. "So big."

He nods, one of his hands snatching yours. "Feel it." He places your hands against your lower stomach where you can feel the tip of his cock against your skin. You pause for a moment and he grinds his hips up to accentuate the bulge.

"Fuck, that's hot." You agree, pulsing around him on reflex.

While you're off guard, he starts thumbing over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. It makes your legs shaky as you quiver on top of him.

"Keep going." He tells you firmly. You follow his instructions, picking the pace back up as you fuck yourself on his cock.

"Daddy, so close." You moan, leaning forward to hold his shoulder. The change in position has his cock hitting a new angle in you.

He doubles his efforts in your clit, the pressure getting you at the edge in seconds. "Cum for me, baby." He tells you.

You finish a second before he spills inside you, both of you moaning simultaneously. You're so fucked out that you can't do anything but flop down onto his sweaty chest.

Spencer kisses the top of your head, pulling his cock out of you while he holds you close to him. You love having sex with him, but the time you spend with him afterward might be more special.

You lay there in silence for a moment, your arm slung around him, and his hand glides over your back soothingly.

"Are you going to be here next year?" You wonder, laying against his warm, slightly sticky chest, and not looking at him in case the answer isn't what you want it to be.

Spencer takes it too literally. "I hoped maybe we would be... living together, but that could be here, or my apartment, or somewhere else."

It's not what you were asking, but it's more than what you wanted to hear. "Really?" You ask.

He can see the smile on your face, so he answers honestly. "Yeah."

"I was actually asking if we were going to be together." You explain.

His hand pauses where it's running up and down your back. "Unless you want to be roommates." He jokes. You laugh until he places a hand under your chin, guides your eyes to look at him, and your breath stops. He always makes you breathless. "I really like you, Y/n." He tells you. "I want to be with you."

The glass is 95% full. He likes you, and it's the best feeling in the world, but there's something missing. You don't blame him for it: it takes different people different amounts of time to fall in love, but you're there.

Still, Spencer surprises you like he does every time that he has a chance. "I love you, Y/n."

You beam at him before rolling over so you're on top of his chest and can look at him as closely as you can get. "I love you too, Spencer."

"We'll be together next year." He reassures you. "And for as long afterward as you want us to be."

Now you're sure he's not too good to be true, and you're not going to get your heart broken.

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[kanerallels]

trick or treat 🥺

So uh. This got a little out of control but it's my SWR/Pacrim au, that's just how I ROLL

“Hey, what are you doing up here?”

Ezra’s voice jolted Sabine out of her thoughts, and she snapped her sketchbook shut as he dropped down onto the scaffolding next to her. “Training done already?” she asked, avoiding his question. The real answer wouldn’t do, anyways.

She couldn’t very well tell Ezra, “Oh, this is the best place to watch you guys do your training so I can subtly sketch you— all of the pilot trainees, but mainly you— without anyone noticing.”

After all, the only thing more embarrassing than having a crush on a Jaeger pilot (like some kind of basic fangirl. She’d seen the ones who swooned over Ezra, actually met a few who thought he was dreamy. She didn’t even want to get started on the ones who liked Kanan or Zeb.) was having a crush on your best friend who was a Jaeger pilot.

And then watching him train with Kanan while secretly sketching him.

“Yup. Kanan let us go early— Hera’s getting back from her meeting today, and he wants stuff to be ready for her.”

“It’s kinda cute how much he misses her,” Sabine mused, and was surprised when an odd flicker of emotion crossed Ezra’s face.

“Yeah,” he said, staring across the Shatterdome.

Settling her sketchbook in her lap, Sabine nudged her shoulder against his. “Okay, what’s up? You know I can tell when you’re off.”

Ezra didn’t answer right away, a frown twisting his face. Finally, he said, “Kanan’s talking about retiring.”

Sabine’s eyes widened. “Wait— seriously?”

“Not like, fully,” Ezra said. “But he and Hera are looking at their future, and since she’s Marshal now, he wants to make sure one of them has as much free time as possible for future kids. He’ll still train with the future pilots, but… he’s not gonna be a permanent pilot any more.”

“Wow,” Sabine said quietly. “How are you feeling about that?”

“A little weird,” Ezra said. “He promised he won’t if I still need him, but I don’t want to stop him. And Kanan thinks I can find another partner. There are a couple other pilots who could be compatible with me.”

“Well, that’s good,” Sabine said.

“Yeah.” He paused, and Sabine could tell there was something else he wanted to say. It took a few heartbeats, but then he asked, “Do you… do you think you’d ever want to be a pilot?”

Sabine’s eyebrows shot up. Was he asking… “I mean, I’m kinda busy with J-tech. I’m not a pilot.”

“You’ve got the training, though,” Ezra said. “Just as much as I do. And you’d be good at it, and…” he looked at her, meeting her eyes, and Sabine felt her heart skip a beat. “I’d trust you as a pilot any day.”

Kriff. She shouldn’t say yes, she knew how it would probably end. Being in the head of the boy she’d wound up with a crush on… it was a monumentally bad idea. But. It was Ezra. She couldn’t say no to him.

“I’ll think about it,” she told him, and his smile was sun through the clouds.

“Thanks, Sabine.”

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n &lt;3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi���"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.

[bikananjarrus]

can u believe there will be people watching the ahsoka show who don’t know who ezra bridger is? mr gunsaber himself? pew pew [lightsaber noises]. couldn’t be me

[sokayisaidiot]

I am looking at swr and I'm pretty much divided as the fan base is about both sabezra and wolfwren (I think)

I can see why people want star wars main lesbians and I would not deny that I want something like that aswell. But as for now, with 3 episodes left and the thing we see between shin and sabine is pretty concerning to me

I do not want the queer representation in a franchise, that never had that really open, to be that one is a person that is willing to commit so openly violence (nearly killing sabine, like already twice, keeping her prisoner ((Stockholm syndrome possibility)) and that others see as a romantic way. I'm sorry, but that's actually harming way to view these things this way

Maybe I'm missing something and someone could tell me about wolfwren and if there is other things I'm not seeing.

About Ezrabine, while there is openness and ambiguous questions around it, there is alot of things missing to set it up as a romantic relationship. Built up has been made in the sense that there can be more than one interpretation (which I have talked about) and just to make a relationship without giving it more of build up in the direction is bad writing as you set it up without the main parts

Please tell me how you see these things, I'm genuinely curious and please remember to keep civilized and that this is a franchise, not a warzone for you to be an asshole

[bigbumder96]

account introduction thing!!!??

ngl i feel a bit goofy doing this🙁forgive me if this is weird, im used to getting attacked on tiktok for literally nothing (i rarely use tumblr)

general:

name: darcie

age: im a minor😭

gender: girl (she/her :3 )

sexuality: lesbian

from/live in: england unfortunately😣 east london specifically, or essex depending on if u focus on the postcode or the london borough😭 officially its east london tho

interests:

tv shows:

- the inbetweeners

- white gold

- station 19 (still have to catch up on the latest episode lmao

- 9-1-1 (also still have to catch up one episode😭)

- fresh meat

- ted lasso

- heartbreak high (both the old version and the reboot !!! i dont prefer one over the other, although i do tend to post about the 90s one more lmaooo)

- friday night dinner

- this country

- call the midwife

- ackley bridge

- baby reindeer (i wouldnt exactly call it an interest, this show fucking traumatised me, but i watched it like last week😭)

- phoenix rise

- moment of eighteen (a k-drama btw!!)

- move to heaven (also a k-drama!!)

- there she goes

- benidorm

- skins (only gen 2 tho im afraid😞)

- the inBESTigators (dont judge lmfao😭😭😭)

- little lunch (i cant theyre js both such good shows)

- dodo (a cartoon)

- taskmaster (only season eight tho for the icon joe thomas‼️)

- mr bigstuff

- supacell

im currently watching derry girls and jamie johnson atm !!

films:

- the shawshank redemption

- the green mile

- goodbye charlie bright (my absolute fav omg)

- the business

- the football factory (theyre making the sequel to this at my school im so happy i love nick love films😍i didnt see nick love himself tho💔)

- good will hunting

- bohemian rhapsody

- dead mans shoes

- ferris buellers day off

- harry brown

- little miss sunshine

- the inbetweeners movie

- the inbetweeners 2

- white chicks

- the basketball diaries

- mid90s

- spiderman: into the spider-verse

- spiderman: across the spider-verse

music:

- alex g (fav song: too many to put here, but if i had to pick then prolly the whole race, trick, and rules album😭)

- tv girl (fav song: better in the dark, louise, and daughter of a cop)

- the fratellis (fav song: i honestly dk, i havent gotten that much into them yet😣i js listened to one of their albums and played fifa)

- the killers (fav song: read my mind and andy youre a star)

- the smiths (fav song: girl afraid, bigmouth strikes again, and this night has opened my eyes. guys i swr i liked them songs before they got popular im acc rly annoyed at the tiktofication of bigmouth strikes again and this night has opened my eyes😣)

- queen (fav song: spread your wings and long away)

- the stone roses (fav song: i wanna be adored and made of stone. basic i know😣😣)

- the jam (fav song: down in the tube station at midnight, david watts, and man in the corner shop)

- oasis (live forever. icba to type ��fav song’ anymore😭)

- mac the knife (here to stay)

- mitski (why didnt you stop me, goodbye my danish sweetheart, me and my husband, your best american girl, once more to see you, etcetera…)

extras:

- im into football and i am a big arsenal fan !!!! my fav player is def martin ødegaard, and i may or may not be one of those deluded emile smith-rowe fans who think that hes gonna have a huge comeback and be like he was two seasons ago🤫🤫🤫

(edit: im gonna kms he left arsenal🙁)

i also support england as a country (obviously) plus a tad bit of dagenham amd redbridge, because they are my local ! (before you call me a glory hunter, ive supported arsenal since i was 3 because thats what my mum and grandparents support!!! also its a bit hard to support your local when not all the games are televised and you cant afford a season ticket, not to mention i had no clue who dagenham and redbridge were when i was choosing a football team, because i had no clue how leagues worked and i didnt gaf about football tbh💀)

- i like webtoons! my fav is jacksons diary, our walk home, and crystal city killers😱 (please does anyone have any cute wlw webtoon recs im so desperate)

- in year seven my drama teacher made us watch a play (on the screen, not irl) called slowtime but we didnt get to finish it💔my teacher spoiled the ending but i didnt care and tracked down the rest of that video bcs slowtime is such a good play i love everything abt it😍

- last year i was obsessed with this book series called football academy (written by tom palmer) and it was genuinely so good but there was nobody myp age cuz it was for kids💔i dont rly read them anymore, but the interest is still there if someone by chance has read them please contact me and have a conversation with me about it🙏🙏🙏

- i also have a very obscure interest about london boroughs??? like i dont even know a lot about them, i just love talking about/watching videos about london boroughs... i blame the lb guy on tiktok

i apologise as this was very long, and i probably wont even post that much😭 sorry for the yapping tho🙏🙏🙏