#i'd love to hear yalls thoughts/ideas on all this if you have any

[aces-and-angels]

ty to @juudaimes-true-form, @laylaisthename, @aria-ashryver, @thosehallowedhalls for sharing your thoughts on joaquin (+ @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for helping me gain some feedback over on reddit)

i've had time to digest everything and am prepared to share my perspective on things

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the primary reason why i sought out opinions on joaquin was simple: it'd been some time since i played book 2 of loa and i needed a quick way to regain my grasp on his character

joaquin's character is shrouded in mystery, that much is clear from the submissions i received

there's a lot of space left for one's interpretations to run wild. were joaquin's intentions pure? was he really on mc's side? or did he have his sights on something higher? this ambiguity seems to be a strength for his character- the trait that draws people in (both positively and negatively)

reading through all these analyses of joaquin, i've realized how he and enid (my oc) are really two sides of the same coin. they're both cunning, opportunistic... it leaves me with the dilemma of figuring out how enid (believably) outwits someone who is just as manipulative as she is*

*[for context: my plan for these two involves enid taking advantage of her past (romantic) ties with joaquin to sign clients from mcgraw byrne. this is subject to change, but that's what i have so far] a future exchange between the two: J: You know what's funny? I genuinely thought that I'd be your line. E: Why on earth would you ever think such a thing? J: Because you were mine.

some advice i remember reading somewhere: if your character is strong, put them in a situation where they're weak. if they're usually happy, show them in a state of sadness. explore their vulnerabilities to add texture to their personality

for joaquin, that means giving him a blind spot- something, or someone that brings him out of his perceived untrustworthiness. my fear, however, is that by doing this, i lose what makes joaquin joaquin 😭

what started as a simple ask turned into me trying to uncover joaquin's true motives. have i figured it out? not exactly, but i am closer than i was before. what i know is that there's enough of us out there that wanted more from his character and it's about time someone attempted to lift the veil. i just hope i can do him justice

if you made it to the end, you're rad and i appreciate you. thanks for indulging my ramblings🖤

[yesimwriting]

Promise

a/n yes im using the princess! reader who's about to be forced into a political marriage with anakin again,, and what about it the vibe is so fun to me, also i love jealous anakin

warnings: 18+!!! smut (he broke me down) written by someone whose only experience comes from fanfics, so pls be nice,, also written in 1st person bc that was the vibe when i started and i didn't realize this was going to get smutty (i'm sorry yall😭 it's still my best tense)

Summary: As a princess, your future is set in stone. You'll marry someone your father picks for you to aid your country. All of this you've accepted...until you befriend Anakin Skywalker, who was originally assigned to guard you during a time of political unrest on your home planet.

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He's still near the door, arms crossed and expression as stoic as it was when he first interrupted my meeting to escort me to an urgent consultation with my father.

I understand that publicly we need to remain as indifferent as physically possible and that any sort of friendliness we display needs to seem completely surface level. But we're not in public anymore and usually the transition from appropriate indifference to something much warmer is instant.

"...How urgent is urgent?"

The question is more for our sake than anything else. I want to hear his voice outside of the stiff way he interrupted the meeting with that last suitor. He had barely looked at me as he mumbled something about my father. I want it to feel light the way it usually does between us. I want him to make one of those jokes that always has me rolling my eyes or to smile or--or to do anything that makes him feel like Anakin.

The urge to study him begins to make it hard to just stand there so I turn towards my vanity. What I'm wearing isn't exactly inappropriate for a closed door meeting, but it's more formal than I'd like and a little itchy. If I have time to change into something more standard, I'll take it. "If I call Raina in here I can be in something a lot more comfortable in five minutes."

No response. I smooth my hair back with my palms, eyes subtly shifting towards his reflection in the mirror. Anakin's taken the slightest step forward. "Anakin?"

His head tilts downwards, eyes briefly meeting mine in the mirror before darting away. There's something about the way he's holding himself that would feel bashful it was less stiff. "There is no meeting."

"What?" My head instinctually snaps in his direction. Anakin's already watching me. "You--you made up an emergency?"

This is--Anakin interrupted a meeting with the first suitor that didn't make my skin crawl. I wouldn't have been thrilled to walk down the aisle with him, but I could have likely learned to be content with him. At least he believes that women can do more than just be brides and raise children. He'd allow me to participate in some community work to bond with his people and I'd be able to visit home.

But that's besides the point. He could have been the most repulsive candidate my father had found for me and it still wouldn't have justified what Anakin did. I don't walk out of meetings. Ever. If my father finds out about this...

"Do you have any idea what my father will do if he finds out?" I sit the edge of my vanity's seat with a tired sigh. There has to be some excuse. I could blame it on sickness or a misunderstand or--

"Then I'll take the blame." Anakin's words pull me out of my thoughts. His voice is still stiff and lacking its usual warmth in a way that only adds to my unease. Why is he acting like this? "I'll tell him that it was my fault and that I misunderstood your schedule debriefing."

My fingers dig into the soft fabric of my dress that's pooling over the seat. "Don't." My voice sounds so small, so vulnerable I have to hate myself for it. "He might take that the wrong way and--" I exhale slowly, forcing myself to cling to rationality. "And he might arrange your removal."

Anakin scoffs. What is his issue? "Like that'd bother you."

My throat tightens. After everything we've been through, after telling him things that I've never been able to tell anyone...How can he just dismiss all of it? And why is he being so mean? "What?"

"You've found your ideal suitor and now you can get married and be sent away and never--" Anakin cuts himself off, eyes tearing away so quickly like there's painful about looking at me. "You don't need me anymore."

Oh. That's what this is about. "Anakin." He's staring at some distant point on my wall. "That's not true. You know it isn't."

Everything about him remains stiff. "You were smiling." He briefly glances at me, eyebrows drawn together so sharply it tugs at something in my chest. "A real smile, not your practiced one." Anakin lets out a sigh that feels as pointed as a sarcastic laugh. "And you laughed."

"What?" I'm not miserable in one meeting and now he's acting like I hate him. "I--I might have been making the best of it because he's the first suitor who didn't spend the entire time listing off the requirements for his bride, but that isn't the same as liking him." And even if I liked him, would that be such a terrible thing? Would it really undermine our entire friendship if I found a way to be married and not miserable? "I'm going to have to marry one of them at some point, and I d--"

"Don't marry him." Anakin blurts the sentence out in one wavering breath. The letters run together so closely it feels more like a single word.

For a moment, all the shaky request does is sit between us. I've been on several outings and meetings with potential suitors and Anakin's never reacted like this. What was so wrong about this last one? "Don't marry him? What do--"

Anakin's eyes finally meet mine. The way he's looking at me stings, all glossy eyes and a pouty frown that's trying its best to be harsh. He seems more pained than angry and that's somehow worse.

Don't marry him. The words too strained and small to be about just the man from earlier. Don't marry him means don't marry any of them.

Oh.

I scratch the back of my wrist as Anakin's eyes drop to the ground. He knows that I have no interest in marrying for my father, but even if I did, why would that bother him?

With a sigh, I push myself to stand. Why it upsets him doesn't matter. So much is already weighing on him.

Anakin doesn't look up as I start walking towards him. "I--I can't promise that." My nails dig into the skin of my palm. "I wish I could." The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "But it doesn't matter." Anakin's rigid as I carefully extend my hand and bend my fingers against his forearm. "You're always going to be important to me."

He pulls his arm forward instinctually. My hold on him loosens, but before I can take my hand back, Anakin adjusts his to squeeze mine. He's holding on just tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable, but I don't mind it. It's grounding.

"Until you're married." He's staring at where our hands sit between us. There's something I should say, something comforting and easing. Nothing's coming to mind. The reality of the situation is set in stone. I'll have to marry eventually and that--that will change things. But it'll never change the way I feel about Anakin.

Anakin, who always listens when I need to purge all of the resentment about the rules that control my life. Anakin, who sits with me when I can't sleep. Anakin, who has the worst sense of humor that can always pull a smile from me even when it feels impossible.

He moves our hands, releasing my hand at my side. The brief loss of contact makes my ribs feel cracked. "No." It's instinctual. "It's--" I reach forward, hand reaching for his arm. "You're the only person I can tell anything to, the only one that never expects anything from me and just--just likes me for who I am."

The realization that Anakin might be the only true friend I've ever had hits me hard and fast. All of that and a part of me has always been selfish enough to imagine what it'd be like to live in a different world that could allow for more. Though, that's barely been a thought that I've allowed myself to have. Neither of us are in a position to get attached to anyone in that way, and even if we were, Anakin wouldn't see me that way. Besides, his friendship is no small thing, so it definitely takes the sting out of the impossible.

"Who wouldn't?" The comment comes out so soft, so absentminded I nearly melt on the spot.

A lifetime of being a daughter instead of a son has a reflexive a lot of people attempting to crawl up my throat. I swallow the bitterness like bile before I can make this about me and settle on a much lighter, "You'd be surprised."

Any lift in his expression falls again. "You don't see it."

I do try to think about it, but nothing that makes sense comes to mind. "See what?" Anakin pauses, lips pressing together. I'm expecting some kind of response. Instead, Anakin shakes his head once dismissively. "Tell me." His lack of response has me gently shoving his shoulder. "I thought we didn't keep secrets."

He lets out a small breath, we're so close I can feel the warmth of it against my skin. "It's nothing." When my only reaction is to glare, he reaches for my hand. "I don't want to talk about them anymore."

Strange. What does whatever he's talking about have to do with what we were talking about? Yes, the suitors want to court me but they want me the same way they want an ornament or my father's leniency in a business deal. Before I can remind him of this, his hand finds my shoulder.

If Anakin notices the way I freeze, he gives no indication of it, he just trails his thumb up and down the start of my collarbone. It's not the first time he's done this, but until now the gesture has been reserved for late nights when I can't sleep. I'm so used to it being soothing that it immediately gets rid of any fight in my system.

"You've had more meetings recently."

I nod, still too focused on the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. "It's a busy time...celebration season is always elaborate, and things are...tense."

He nods. If there's one thing he knows about, it's the precariousness that seems to be reaching everyone these days. But my time with Anakin is limited. He's been assigned to be my personal guard during the celebration season since the year a political protestor took my mother's life. The season always feels like it will be long, but time always slips away quicker than it should when it comes to Anakin.

I know I shouldn't do this. He doesn't need any type of encouragement after what happened at today's meeting, but something's clearly been weighing on him and I do miss him. The additional events, the public outings, the suitors...all to save face as the threat of war continues to become a more pressing issue. "My father had most of my afternoon blocked off in case that last suitor wanted extra time."

Anakin frowns, his thumb stopping its outlined path across my shoulder. He is so dramatic. "I shouldn't be telling you this because it might sound like I approve of you making up an emergency, but if you don't have anything to do, we can catch up."

He tilts his head, a hint of a smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Catch up? We're together all day."

I extend an arm, gently pushing him. First, he basically throws a fit because he convinced himself it was possible for me to like a suitor more than him, and now that I want to do something with him, he's trying to make fun of me. "I mean about before you came here. We've barely had time to talk since you've gotten back."

"Okay," his thumb brushes back down where my collarbone meets my shoulder, "We can talk." He squeezes my shoulder before retracting his hand. "The garden or the library?"

Our two most frequented spots. I grin. "The garden, the weather's nice today." He smiles, taking a step back. "Give me a minute to change. I turn away from him, walking towards my closet. "I've been ready to take off this dress since Raina put me in it this morning."

Raina spent longer than a minute trapping me in between scratchy fabric and a stiffly structured top. All of those ties and buttons that I still can't reach. Ugh. I wonder if calling Raina in will lead to more attention being drawn to the fact that I left early. Technically, the official meeting would likely be over by now but my father wanted it to go well. He kept things open in hopes of it lasting a little longer.

It's probably better not to ask. Drawing any attention to me and Anakin isn't the best idea in general. We're good friends, which is okay in front of some people but wrong in front of others. Raina is a little skeptical. It's nothing personal against Anakin, she just knows me too well, which means she reads into things.

I stretch my arm back as far as it'll go and manage to undo the bottom of the lacing and a few buttons. Anything that's more than halfway up my back is impossible to get to. I twist and turn and push and I can't reach.

"Everything alright?"

Anakin's voice carries through the short hall. I sigh, giving the fabric one last desperate tug. "Everything's fine I just..." I squeeze my eyes shut before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can you come here?"

A brief wave of silence that leaves my face burning lingers until the sound of footsteps ends it. Anakin appears in my closet's doorway. "You're okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble, "Yes, I just--I can't get the buttons." As if to make my point, I try again in vain, trying again to reach the tiny clasps.

"You need help?" Anakin's voice comes out lower than usual.

Maybe he feels just as awkward about this. "If it'd be easier, you could just call in Raina."

"No," I can hear his weight shifting off the doorframe, "I can do it."

He takes a few steps forward. Before I know it, he's directly behind me. Anakin smooths a hand over my hair before gently moving it over my shoulder. The way heat begins to crawl up my neck makes me glad that my back is to him. His hand settles against my back.

I pull my arms forward, crossing them in front of my chest. He takes over, fingertips grazing against my back. The longer he works, the looser the dress begins to feel. I should be feeling cooler now that I'm getting closer to just being in my thin layering dress, but all of my earlier warmth and discomfort is now rising up my face.

"Raina put you in this this morning?"

I nod, "Raina woke me up earlier than usual today to make me up." The final button is pulled apart. I have to keep an arm at my chest to keep the dress from pooling at my feet. "I think this might have taken longer than my hair."

The comment is meant to be lighthearted. Instead of taking it that way, Anakin lets out a breath as his hand settles against my hip. "Won't things be easier when you don't have to worry about finding a husband?"

Now it's my turn to sigh. I make a point of pulling his hand off my side. I wander further into my closet. "You know I want nothing to do with this." My grip on the dress tightens, my sudden movement making it harder to keep the heavy dress on. "And if you honestly think I find any joy in being packaged in suffocating fabric and bodices so structured that they stab into my ribs every time I breathe, then you don't know me."

I turn around and let go of the dress, allowing the gown to pool at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric before reaching for one of my hangers, a casual day dress that I've barely looked at.

"I didn't mean it that way." His voice comes out low, almost reluctant. It's not enough to ease me, so I make a point of scoffing. Something warm pulls on my forearm. Before I know it, I'm facing with him. Oh. Anakin's closer than I thought he'd be. "I'm sorry." He exhales, voice tight, "Don't be mad, princess."

I keep my expression neutral. Though I'm in no mood to be reminded of my title, Anakin has a way of making it feel like a term of endearment. "If you're bothered by my situation, I understand that." He's staring me with such intensity I have to make the conscious choice to not look away. "I really understand that, but do not treat me like this is my choice. Not all of us are meant for more and can do whatever we want."

"Not whatever I want," he whispers, voice strained.

Now it's my turn to wish I had bitten my tongue. Anakin's told me enough of the stories for me to know that while sometimes the fact that he gets to leave and be an active source of good makes me wish my life was different, his isn't exactly easy.

His eyes hold mine for a beat before drifting downwards. For whatever reason, that makes me aware of the fact that this is likely the least dressed I've ever been in front of anyone. Sure, Anakin's seen me in pajamas and casual wear, but the silk dress under my gown is thin and low cut.

"And don't say that this is what you're meant for." He pulls my arm down with his hand, letting his fingers interlock with mine. "I've seen you in meetings and the way that you care about your people. You don't need to do this."

Again, it's like he's trying to convince me to change my mind. Like this is something that I want. I don't understand what he's trying to convince me to do. "Try telling that to my father."

I'm not sure what it is, but something about Anakin's expression looks a little flatter. Maybe even disappointed. I get it, this isn't exactly a fun topic, and we have no reason to dwell on it now. It's not like I'm getting engaged tonight. And I rarely get time to just be around Anakin, my future marriage has already taken enough from me, it doesn't need to take this too.

"Why are we still talking about this?" I pull my hand back, ready to grab my dress. "It's not like anything's happening now, let's just go to the garden like we--"

Anakin reaches forward before I can turn around, his hand finding my shoulder.

"I--" He cuts himself off, "There's been a rise in meetings with potential suitors, it's not as easy to ignore as it used to be."

I know exactly what he's talking about. All of my energy has been focused on not thinking about that. But that's because it's my inevitable future. How could this possibly matter this much to Anakin? "Ignore what?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to know what they're feeling? What they're thinking about you?" Anakin's breath catches itself in his throat, his thumb slipping beneath the strap of my dress. "What they're thinking about doing to you?"

Heat rushes to my face. I try to swallow to clear the lump in my throat but my mouth has gone dry. "Anakin?"

"I've spent so long trying to let you go."

What? Is he--is he saying that he-- "What?"

He tilts his head downwards, "You don't need to do this. I--"

"Don't say it." My hand is quick to grab the one he has on my shoulder. Push him away, I should push him away. My hand won't move. The one person I've always known I won't ever be able to have.

"Why not?" He asks the question so innocently, like he couldn't ever fathom a reason for me to shut this down. After a moment, his eyebrows pull together, a small frown playing at his lips. "You don't want me?"

If this was any less serious, that would have made me laugh. That is, most definitely, not the issue. "That's not true."

He relaxes slightly, his thumb trailing down my shoulder. Before I can explain issues that we both are definitely aware of, he leans impossibly closer. His weight on mine is nearly enough to make me forget the concept of logic entirely.

"Anakin," it's meant to be a warning. The breathiness of my voice takes away all of its severity. "We can't." I'm arguing for more my sake than his. He already knows all of the reasons that we need to agree to remain just friends before things get any more complicated. "What I want doesn't matter. Nothing I've wanted has ever mattered." He hasn't moved away, but at least he isn't trying to get any closer. "And even if it did, it's not like we'd suddenly be able to be together."

Anakin's hand adjusts on my shoulder, his grip tightening. He has the audacity to look like he's not sure what I'm talking about. "The Jedi code?" He blinks, still giving no indication of understanding why everything about us is impossible. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why that matters, chosen one."

He scoffs. "I don't care."

I place my free hand on his chest, willing myself to create some distance between us before my judgement finally lapses. "You can't--you can't say that." My eyes squeeze shut, "I know that it's unfair, but time will pass and you'll feel rational again, and it'll be easier."

"Don't do that." The harsh quality of his voice nearly makes me step back. "Don't treat this like it's a political compromise."

Something about me trying to keep things together the only way I know how is hurting him. I don't know how to get through this without taking the emotion out of it. Still, I don't want to make this harder on him. My hand moves up his chest and rests on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."

He nods slowly, visibly relaxing at my touch, "You're only pushing me away because you're afraid."

"What?"

Anakin's thumb drags across my skin. "You're afraid that if you let yourself even admit that you might want something that your father hasn't decided for you, and that if you're selfish for even a second, your entire world will fall apart."

If it came from anyone else, I'd be offended, but coming from Anakin, it just makes the real reason why I can't just say it and give in hurt more. "That's not it." Anakin doesn't respond. He wants me to say more and I'm not sure that I can. "It's--" What I'm afraid of is that I let myself admit that I want Anakin out loud, I'll have to decide whether or not I want him more than everything I've been working towards my entire life and that I won't like my own answer.

"It's that," I start over, staring at my hand on his shoulder in case looking at him directly will make the confidence I've gathered to wither away. "That if I let myself think about it, about you--like that--for longer than a moment, I might want you more than any of this."

He pauses, likely thinking through his words. Maybe he'll try to promise me that he wouldn't make me choose while not understanding that being with him at all makes that decision for me. Or maybe the amount of care I'm implying will scare him into second guessing this.

His hand slowly moves off of my shoulder. If my deep, dark secret has finally gotten him to understand why we're better off as we are, then maybe it's worth how hard it was to get out.

His fingers settle against my jaw. Slowly, he gets my head to turn. I look at him, expecting some kind of rejection to be written across his face. Instead, all I see in his eyes is a pool of emotion ready for me to drown in. "Would that have to be a bad thing?"

This time, the softness of his question doesn't feel like an attempt to dismiss our reality. It's so genuine it turns into a physical ache between us.

I'm reminded that despite all of his talent, confidence, and sense of humor that I've tried so hard to enjoy less, he's still a boy who's experienced so much heartbreak. The council constantly dismissing him and refusing to grant him the title he deserves, the loss of his mother, all of the expectations on his shoulders...

Would it be such a bad thing to want him more than anything else? To love him more that much?

I tilt my head back, just enough to press my lips against his. Anakin's quick to reciprocate, turning the barely there press of lips into something else with no warning. He shifts his weight so that he's fully against me. My back hits the wall of my closet before I realize what's happening.

It's heavy, my bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. The hand that's not still cupping my jaw settles on my hip, the silk of my slip dress crumpling between his fingers. I pull my head back, Anakin attempts to follow, teeth tugging on my lip one last time before letting us separate.

He doesn't let me get far, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry, I should have--"

"Don't be sorry," I manage between slow pants, "Not for that."

Anakin smiles, and for once, I don't mind feeding his ego. "I can feel how much you need me." The urge to squirm away and hide any potential embarrassment is strong, but I have no way to act on the impulse. I'm pinned between Anakin and the wall of my closet. He slowly pulls my dress, exposing another inch of skin. "Do you think any of your suitors could make you feel like this?"

I shake my head, "No." That's an easy thing to get out, "Only you."

Another tug that has more fabric pooling around my waist. "Promise you won't marry him." His head dips forward, his lips brushing against the end of my jaw. "Any of them."

My eyes instinctually shut. I need to hold it together. "You--you know I can't just--" He places an open mouthed kiss against my neck. "Anakin."

"Promise." An order.

I exhale, struggling to focus. "It's not--" Another kiss. "It's not f--air." My voice cracks on the last syllable as Anakin moves further down my neck. "You know I'd never break a promise I made to you."

"What's not fair is having to watch you meet with men who look at you and to know that this..." He pulls the strap of my dress off of my shoulder, exposing more skin that he immediately presses his lips against. "Is what they want to do to you."

What? I had never thought that my suitors fantasized about anything, everything about those meetings always feel so cold and political. I'd question it if I could bring myself to care about the revelation with Anakin's teeth pressing into the pulse point of my neck. "To have to watch them look at what's mine."

"Anakin..."

One last shift of fabric and the hem of my dress is now over my hips. His hand leaves my jaw and skims the waist of my underwear. "Promise."

His fingers finally reach where I need him most. My eyes instinctually shut at the sensation, a wave of pleasure I've never felt before nearly making me jump. Noticing my tension, he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek.

I have to give him something, and maybe that'll be enough to at least put this conversation off until I'm in a position to negotiate. "I'm yours." My ability to form sentences is quickly fading as his finger presses into me. "Can't that be enough?" A small part of myself hates how easily I'm cracking. "For now?"

Anakin does the meanest thing imaginable, he stops. "Promise me."

A pathetically desperate whine escapes me. He can't be serious. He won't walk away now just because I can't immediately promise to never marry anyone.

He straightens enough to pull away from the crook of my neck. "Anakin." I meet his gaze, and behind the harshness of his eyes, I see that he means it. "You know I--I can't--"

"We can work it out." That genuine side of him returns, softness bleeding back into his expression. "All that matters is that you want to."

"Of course I want to."

He leans forward again, forehead pressing against mine, "Then promise me..." Anakin's eyes briefly shut, "Promise me you won't marry anyone else."

I let myself take him in, how it feels to let him consume me entirely. It's too late for me, anyway. I wouldn't be able to will myself to walk down the aisle the same way I couldn't force myself to push him away. "I promise."

His lips are on mine in an instant. When I don't part my lips fast enough, he hooks two fingers between the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down my legs in one, swift motion. I gasp, giving him all the access he needs to drag his tongue against mine.

He moves back, beginning to press his lips against my jaw. "Anakin."

"Say it again." His fingers find the spot that makes me see stars. "Promise me that you're mine."

A whiny breath slips past my lips, "I promise." His teeth drag against my throat and my nails instinctually dig into his shoulder, "Only you."

A rough sound escapes from the back of Anakin's throat. He removes a hand from my hip to adjust his own robes. I'm too distracted to realize what he's doing until it's obvious. "Again."

I reach my hand forward until my fingers are wrapping around his length. "Only you, Anakin." He groans. "I--I won't marry anyone else." Anakin places his hand over mine, guiding my hand up and down his length. "I'm yours."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Maker, you're--" The rest of the sentence is murmured into my skin at a pitch that I can't make out.

His fingers press into me even harder. "Anakin," my whininess would be embarrassing if I wasn't so distracted by the coiling feeling in my stomach, "I--I--"

"Tell me," he lifts his head enough to speak the words into my ears, "Tell me that you want me."

My eyes screw shut, "I--It's more than want." It feels like a confession. "I need you."

Another strangled breath escapes him. Anakin pulls away enough to line himself against my entrance. He presses in slowly, the feeling in my stomach reaches a height I didn't think possible. "Anakin."

"You're so," he's getting the words out through gritted teeth, "Tight." Anakin pushes in even more. A gasp escapes me. "Say it again." I'm too lost in what I'm feeling to form the words. He pulls back before pushing his entire length in with no warning. Anakin shows no reaction to the pitchy whine he forced out of me. "Again."

"It's--it's only--you," I pant. "I won't marry any-one else--just--just please, Anakin."

His thumb presses against where my nerves are at their most on edge. I can't breathe or focus on anything. "Please what?"

"I need you."

He rubs tight circles against me and picks up the pace. My head falls against his shoulder, eyes squeezing tight. "Look at me." I--I can't keep my head up. Anakin's hand tugs at my hair, forcing me off of his shoulder. "Look at me."

I force my eyes open. "Anakin."

"Feel good, hm?" All I can do is nod. "Can't even talk anymore?" His lips find their way against my jaw. "What would all your suitors say if they could see how easy it was for me to get you like this?" His lips find a spot on my neck that leaves me dizzy. "First breaking all the rules and now you can't even talk." It's hard to focus on anything that isn't how he feels. "Who has you like this?"

I take a shaky breath, "You, Anakin." My voice is shaky, "Only you."

His lips press against mine. Hard. I give in entirely and it's all teeth and wanting a closer that doesn't exist. He pulls away just as quickly, "I've got you, princess," he exhales, "come for me."

My body knows what to do more than I do. I cling onto him. Anakin's thrusts become less even without losing speed. He continues until an all consuming pleasure has my body practically shaking. My orgasm hits so fast and hard I can barely hold myself upright.

"Oh, you're squee--" Anakin cuts himself off, pulling out before he can finish inside me. "Maker, you're perfect."

After it ends, I expect to be filled with some kind of regret or remorse. Instead, all I feel is a sense of peace as I recover with my forehead pressed into Anakin's chest. He keeps his arm around me loosely. "It's just you and me, princess."

I nod against him weakly, desperate to accept what he's saying. "Just you and me."

He smooths circles against my back. "We'll figure it out together."

It's not an easy thing to believe, but trusting Anakin is natural. I finally lift my head to look at him, "We have time." I don't know how much time, but it's definitely not happening today, and if I can push this until our political crisis becomes the ultimate concern, my father won't bring it up until this is resolved. Maybe if I prove myself as a leader, he'll see that I can be more. "I'm tired."

He smiles lazily, "You're saying I tired you out?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, we have some time before you have to meet with your advisors." Anakin squeezes my shoulder, thumb soothingly tracing a pattern against my collarbone. "Stay with me?"

I have to bite my tongue to keep a much too emotional always from coming out, so I just nod. He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. Anakin helps me into bed before laying next to me.

Drowsiness pulls at my eyelids. I fight against the exhaustion as best as I can, but Anakin's gentle touches and whispered terms of endearment aren't making it easier.

"You can sleep," he finally whispers, "I'll make sure you're awake with enough time to get ready for your next meeting."

It's tempting, but after all of this, all I want is to be near him and to--to talk to him and absorb his presence before I can't. "But--"

"I'm not going anywhere," he says, reading my hesitance easily, "We have time."

My eyes are already closed, "Promise?"

Anakin's head dips forward as he presses a chaste kiss against my temple. "I promise."

[heavyhitterheaux]

I realized I thought this but never sent it. 🤦🏽‍♀️

But because it’s so damn hot…

“You can just walk around naked. I won’t mind.”

Warning: Suggestive

It was one of the hottest days on record in Louisville and decided since the coolest place in the house was the basement, that's where you had been the majority of the day waiting for Jack to get home after being out with Urban and Clay playing soccer at Mockingbird Valley.

As you started to drift off, you felt Jack put his entire weight on you as he laid down on top of you with his head resting on your chest.

“Hi baby!” Jack exclaimed as you let out a sigh.

“Jackman! It's hot! Get off me!” You whined as he tried to wrap his arms around your midsection.

“Wow, that's a first. Never thought I'd hear you say that you wanted me to get off you. I believe the correct term you mean is that you want me to get you off. Correct?”

“No! You are a human space heater. I am over here trying not to die!” You replied as you were pushing against him so that he would move, but he wouldn't budge.

“You can just walk around naked. I won’t mind.”

“I… no. Urban does live here in case you forgot.”

“He's not even here right now and besides, it's not like he hasn't seen you like that before.”

You instantly rolled your eyes as Jack smirked.

“All you’re going to ask is if you can put the tip in every five minutes and I do not want you touching any part of my body at the moment. I feel gross.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.”

“I love you, but in the meantime, you need to move your 6’3 ass off of me.”

“But you're my favorite pillow. I can’t get comfortable without you.” Jack whined as he tried to cuddle you closer.

“You are such a big baby. Jackman Thomas it is literally triple digit weather outside.”

“I’m your big baby. I have an idea to cool you off, but it doesn't require clothes.”

You raised your eyebrow at him as he slowly started playing with the waistband of your shorts.

“You are literally determined to get me naked, aren't you?”

“I mean it's a two for one deal. You can get cooler and I can get to admire my wife.”

“Admire or attempt to get your dick wet?”

“Your words, not mine.”

“But that is definitely your plan.”

“Hmm, more or less.” Jack replied as he shrugged.

“If I say yes will you be quiet and leave me in peace afterwards?”

“Depends. Don't think you’ll want me too though.” He replied as he leaned down to kiss you.

Just then you heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Urban appeared with him eyeing the two of you.

“I know yall are not about to fuck with how hot it is. Jack, your big ass head is smothering her.”

“Speak for yourself! And it is not!” Jack exclaimed as Urban rolled his eyes.

“Your wife looks like she thinks otherwise.”

“Well, babe?”

“I told you to get off of me more than fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fine, when it cools off tonight, use your vibrator.” Jack said while getting up.

“Babe, wait! I changed my mind.”

“And I'm hiding the batteries too.”

[softcitrus2345]

Full Tank

This is a little written piece I made after a series of doodles from a while back that I ended up liking. A lot XD I sprinkled in the doodles that inspired this written piece into the post as well for double the fun >;3c I'm NOT an experienced writer by any means and this was mostly for fun so I could explore my own characters, but ye, I figured I might as well share it here with yall TTwTT This piece includes themes of funnel feeding, stuffing, male weight gain, some squish stuff and a light dash of spice near the end And of course, a big ass scoop of FLUFF >:Dc

This little blurb features Vanessa (she/her) and Damien (he/him), my two (favorite) lovebugs TTwTT

Hope yall like it! :3

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Vanessa stirred in bed, her arms reaching out for the plush warmth that she expected to be there, only to be met with empty bedsheets

Her eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there was a sizeable indent in the bed where her partner should have been..

The clock on the bedside table marked 1:26 am <<Where could he have gone off to at this time of night??>> She thought, but the little voice in the back of her mind already knew the answer…

She felt around the nightstand before locating her glasses, which she hastily put on as she walked out of the bedroom

Tiptoeing down the long and elaborate flight of stairs, the vampire made her way toward the kitchen. Though she was still getting used to living in a mansion, she knew all too well where this room was..

As she approached the dining room, she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the kitchen. <<Found you>> She grinned, her movements slow and calculated so as not to alert the lycanthrope. The faint glow of the open fridge illuminated a small portion of the otherwise dark kitchen, painting a perfect picture of what events had occurred while she wasn't there

Several empty containers of food were strewn about the kitchen counter, picked clean and discarded while the perpetrator focused on his next course, his tall, plump frame hunched over, while his head and hands were stuck in the fridge, busy devouring whatever he could get his hands on

The back of his shirt had just begun to ride up, exposing a small sliver of pale flesh

Vanessa could hardly contain her excitement as the gap between her and her gluttonous partner grew shorter and shorter

"Hey handsome~" she purred, hugging Damien from the back, squeezing the bottom of his belly, nearly melting as she felt the warm softness between her fingers

Damien's whole body jumped, his head shooting up and slamming into the top of the fridge interior before turning around, groaning softly as he rubbed his head with his clean hand

"V-Vanessa-!!" He squeaked, his crumb-covered face red as a beet, pale skin further emphasizing the embarrassment blooming on his cheeks

"I was j-jus- uhmm.." he backed away from the fridge a bit, straightening up to his full height and wiping the evidence off his flushed face

"Hey, it's okay, you were just hungry... You know I'd never discourage you from getting something to eat~" She chuckled, watching her boyfriend's sheepish expression as he towered over her like an oversized kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

She snuck several glances at his midsection, her own face growing warmer

An idea blossomed in her mind, making the corners of her mouth curl into a cheeky grin

"Here, I'll help you," she said, grabbing Damien by the hand before he could protest and bringing him into the dining room, where she sat him in one of the wooden chairs that she pulled from the table

The chair made a distinctive creak as he sat down, causing the pair to blush once more

"What're you-" "Shhhh, you'll love it, I promise" she interrupted his questioning, pressing a finger to his lips

"I'll be back in a bit, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, 'kay?" She smiled, planting a small peck on his round cheek before hopping off to the kitchen again

In the kitchen, Vanessa opened the fridge to find Damien's most recent "snack", a large chocolate cake she had been saving for the next day. No matter, it surely won't go to waste..

She picked up the cake and set it on the counter, smiling as she saw the small portion that he had ripped out of the cake with his greedy hands

Then opening the freezer, she grabbed several quarts of vanilla ice cream and set them near the cake

As Damien sat in his chair, awaiting whatever surprise Vanessa was preparing for him, he heard the whirring of the blender, which seemed to go on for quite a while, before stopping and continuing the same routine a couple more times

Damien felt his stomach growl again, demanding more, despite having consumed quite a bit already

"Hhhokay.. calm down, you can wait a few more minutes.." he said to himself, noticing his heartbeat increasing in frequency as the minutes ticked by

"Alriiiight, it's ready!" She called in a sing-songy voice from the kitchen "Close your eyes for me, and no peeking, or you won't get any-"

Of course, he knew she didn't really mean that, but Damien played along, keeping his eyes closed as he opened his mouth, awaiting whatever she had conjured up for him

He was caught off guard by the cylindrical form that entered his maw, which Vanessa had pushed further back into his mouth before he realized what it was, making a small noise between a whimper and a gasp before staying seated, the chair creaking a bit more as he squirmed, flustered out of his mind

Almost immediately after the tube was positioned in his mouth, his taste buds were bombarded with a cold, rich, chocolatey liquid

Several more flustered huffs came from him as he began to hastily drink down the substance in thick gulps

"I wanted to try something new tonight, I've been saving this little tool for a.. special occasion~" Vanessa purred, her eyes focused on her partner while she kept her hands steady, pouring the cake shake into the funnel with relative ease, despite the sizeable pitcher she carried being nearly full of dense liquid

Damien couldn't respond, he could only focus on drinking every last drop of the shake, so he wouldn't make a mess of course~

As he continued to drink, he felt his shirt become tighter and begin to ride up, his growing belly pushing against the fabric while gradually occupying more space in his lap

"Hmmnh, ghmmmg…. ghlpg- ghhhhhn?" Damien whined as the flow of the shake trickled to a stop

"Oh don't you worry lovely, there's still plenty more where that came from.." Vanessa responded, picking up a second pitcher and tipping it into the funnel once more

"Hmmmmmmmmhhhhh.." Damien hummed in satisfaction as his cheeks flushed pink once more as he continued his routine of gulping down more, and more, and more

His hands slowly traveled their way up his lap and on top of his belly, lightly pressing on its cushioned surface, as he expanded more by the second

Vanessa knew him too well, she was much better at initiating these sorts of activities, where he could indulge in his own, less conventional desires, and he adored her for it

At the end of the second pitcher, he could already feel his stomach churning, trying its best to keep up with the sudden surge of calories, growling and groaning loudly while Damien panted, the tube still in his mouth

That should have been enough, but something in him wanted more

Luckily he wasn't quite finished with his task, as Vanessa picked up the final pitcher she had prepared

Damien's eyes fluttered open, panting and staring above him at his partner, his eyes almost desperate as she grinned at her greedy boyfriend They both exchanged a look, blushing as Vanessa lifted up the last of the sweet liquid

"Almost done, this is all that's left, so you might wanna savor-" she cut herself off, pouring in the last pitcher without warning, flooding his mouth once again with the sweet sludge

Damien spluttered for a second, some of the shake dribbling down his mouth and onto his shirt, before getting a hang of it, taking fast, heavy gulps to keep up with the pace while Vanessa poured, giggling as she watched her partner's efforts to keep up

He closed his eyes once more as he felt himself become fuller and fuller, rubbing his hands in soothing circles over his now-exposed belly, feeling it grow bigger with each passing moment

Vanessa held her breath as she watched the last of the precious fattening shake flow down the funnel and into her blimping boyfriend

When it was all finished, she pulled the tube out, Damien in a daze as it left his mouth, before letting out a loud belch and a small groan, still rubbing his belly in a food-drunk state

There was so much of it in him that she could hear the faint sloshing of the shake in his gut as it bubbled and churned the thousands of calories worth of shake into more wonderful softness

The vampire cooed, completely enamored and glad to finally be able to massage his engorged belly, planting several kisses on it before working her way up to his face

"You did so well hon, you finished every single drop, I bet this feels nice hm?" She smiled ear to ear, watching her partner blush, a completely flustered mess

Vanessa leaned on his belly and brought herself close to his face, the shift in weight causing another belch to come out before Damien quickly closed his mouth, face reddening

Vanessa chuffed at his reaction, leaning in further as she kissed and licked the excess shake off of his soft face and neck

She reveled in his response, his small flustered noises making her heart flutter

"Th- * hff * thank you.." he panted, leaning in for a longer kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her further into his belly. Vanessa squeaked, melting into his embrace, hearing his gut's protests to this new disturbance

Once their lips parted, Vanessa locked eyes with Damien before grabbing him by both pudgy hands and attempting to pull him into a standing position

He obeyed, though it took a second to adjust to the sloshing weight inside him, feeling like an oversized water balloon

He continued holding Vanessa's hand as she began to gently guide him out of the kitchen, leaving the cleanup for tomorrow

"V-VanesshuoOorp– Where * huff * are we g-* hic! * going..?"

"To bed, silly~! Can't really snuggle ya if you're sitting on a hard chair, now, can I~?"

"I brrrUp- guess no-ot.."

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Though it took them a while to get all the way up the steps, Vanessa remained patient, giving loving words of encouragement as Damien clung to her, using his other hand to keep his belly from sloshing around too much while he walked

It was such an amazing relief when he planted himself back on the cushioned bed, his whole body sinking further into the edge where he sat, huffing and puffing

His belly was so heavy that he had to lean on his hands behind him on the bed to maintain his balance, the large mound moving up and down with each breath

The fabric of his shirt strained to contain the little bit of his belly that still remained covered, along with his plush moobs

Vanessa blushed, reaching behind her partner "This looks so tight, let me help you with that" She gingerly pulled the fabric of the shirt up, finally releasing his behemoth belly and allowing him to breathe a bit easier

Damien let out a chuffed sigh of relief as the burden was removed from him, his belly pushing out further in his lap as he relaxed

"I * hff * really needed * huff * that, thanks 'Nessa.." he sighed

"My pleasure, cutie" she hummed, giving him a peck on the forehead and ruffling his soft, white hair affectionately

There was a moment of silence as both retained eye contact before the albino spoke

"Yknow… I'm still feeling pretty hungry…" he said, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he patted his overstuffed gut with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress for balance

"O-oh??" Vanessa sputtered, her eyes widening

"* bHUurp- * Yeah… and I've got the * huff * perfect l-little morsel right * puff * hhere in front of me~" he slurred, grabbing Vanessa by the arms surprisingly fast for how full and dazed he seemed a moment ago, swinging them around and pinning her to the bed underneath his heavy gut

The vampire barely had a moment to react as she froze, her heart going at a mile a minute, processing what he had just said, and the position she was now in…

Though he held himself up firmly above her, his large belly hung low enough to still weigh her down a considerable amount

She just stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, a very rare smug look on his rounded face

"Gotta return the * hfff- * f-favor~"

Vanessa gasped as she completely melted at his touch while his warm lips began planting sloppy kisses all over her cheeks and neck

Vanessa shuddered in delight, feeling his warm breath on her skin

Suddenly she began feeling small gentle pinches on her neck and shoulders, before realizing he had been incorporating a few little love bites in between kisses…

God, he knew just how to make her melt

She just lay there, her hands sinking into the plush flesh of his chest, feeling as if she was being enveloped in a pleasantly heavy and warm pillow

"Woah… I hadn't realized how h-eavy you'd gotten, honey-" she breathed, her face redder than she thought possible

Damien momentarily paused, looking down at his partner in concern "O-oh? Is it too much? I-I'm not * hff * hurting you am I??"

"Oh no! No, no, it feels… r-really * hff * good, actually… it's perfect~"

"Oh, that's a * hff * r-relief, cause I'm having * huff * waaay too much fun makin' ya * brup- * blush~"

The bed creaked again as Damien shifted his weight, moving an arm up to support himself as he leaned down to kiss his love's forehead

* WHUMP *

Vanessa yelped as her body was enveloped by warm, soft flesh within seconds

Damien belched loudly as all of his weight fell onto his bloated belly… and onto his partner beneath him..

His pointy ear twitched as he heard a small, slightly muffled noise of pleasure coming from beneath his mountainous body before he felt several gentle squeezes to his love handles

Damien felt his face grow hot

There was a moment of stunned silence before he snapped out of it and peeled himself off of his lover, panting

The werewolf gave a flustered, nervous laugh, seeing the vampire's bright red face and wide eyes, her body unmoving as she caught her breath

"Y-you ok down there~?" He asked, stifling a giggle

"That… was amazing…." she sighed, reaching up to hold her face in her hands

"P-please keep going.." she pleaded "Your kisses felt nice…"

Damien melted, immediately giving into her request as he continued his affectionate display, still a bit clumsily as he worked through his food-drunk state

"You're probably.. * hff * the sweetest thing I've * hic! * ever tasted, love~" he cooed between another small bite "I might just get addicted~" he gave a low mischievous laugh as Vanessa made more flustered sounds and giggles

It was rare for Vanessa to be the one to end up so flustered she was speechless...

Damien sighed before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips and carefully slumping onto the bed beside her, his belly sloshing from all the shake still inside it, a small burp coming out from the sudden movement

"I love you like this…" Vanessa finally spoke, her comment making Damien blush heavily, his round cheeks accentuated by the smile that spread across his face

"…Me too.."

The two shuffled closer to one another in bed, unspeaking as they embraced, bodies turned towards each other

The werewolf gently pulled his love into his soft body, humming in delight as he felt two small, cold hands graze his belly, rubbing in gentle circles, small gurgles and groans coming from the full belly of the lycanthrope

The pair lay there in comforting silence, the sound of each other's gentle breathing and low gurgles lulling them both into a warm, dreamless sleep

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That's it XD Hope yall liked it, just don't expect much written stuff from me in the future, I'm much better at storytelling through a visual format than I am with written stuff, but I had fun writing this nonetheless!! Hope this blurb makes yall as feral for these two as I am BHFDSIJKGDSB

[thedeerman]

ummm someone tell me why listening to system/BOOT PearlFinal (3) from the SU Movie just gave me the wildest fucking Hazbin AU concept (this is fucking long pls forgive me)

So- Steven Universe Movie x Hazbin Hotel. All of them have just had their memories wiped, their 'default' personalities reset, and not having any idea who they once were. you get to really see what each character would have been like had they not faced whatever horrible thing landed them in Hell to begin with.

Going through that song in particular made me really think, guys. Hear me out.

Lucifer is Rose/Pink in this, so he wouldn't really be there.

Obv Charlie takes her rightful place as Steven, as she is literally, in almost all fucking ways, Adult Demon Steven Universe. Take out the aliens and add in the bible and you got Charlie Morningstar

Lilith is Pearl- She fell in love with the angel that took a liking to her, dedicating everything about her existence to Lucifer. Even when it came to giving up everything, she did it for him. Reset, she's just as dedicated but has no one to give that dedication to. Until...

Yes, ALASTOR HAS TO BE GREG. Lilith may have come from Eden with Lucifer, by his side from the very beginning, but after all those years, I never thought I'd lose... Also, the whole 'pearl latching on to greg as her new diamond' thing makes that EXTRA hilarious. Charlie's gonna be all "Mom, don't you recognize them? Don't you recognize me?" Lilith's overly helpful ass is gonna be like "Hmmmm... Well I certainly recognize my Um Radio Demon!" And Al just, "...Oh boy."

Angel is Ruby, even if he hadn't been raised in the mafia, I'd like to think that Angel would be a solid badass mf either way, dedicated to protecting what he cares about.

Husk is Sapphire, ever think that maybe the reason the oddly wise bartender always seems to know everything isn't because he's a bartender? Uh oh, secret's out, Husky. (not to mention the idea of Huskerdust 'isn't it love' is killing me)

Niffty is Amethyst- except an amethyst is big, and strong... this one is not the best example, something is clearly wrong! (im sorry i have no self control). anyway yall can't tell me that cute little reset 'who am i? whats going on? idk, lemme just copy this guy over here' Niffty wouldn't be the best fucking thing

Now, I don't think it even needs saying that Sir Pentious needs to be Peridot, if you show me both of their pictures I will say 'that's the same picture'

And that means Cherri takes her role as Lapis, which I fuckin adore

As much as I'd like to make Vaggie be Connie, Connie is entirely absent the whole movie lmao and I also think that Bismuth is a damn good gem for Vaggie anyway. Bold, determined, has a deadly hatred of the place she came from and will do anything to defend her new home (gay as shit)

And for spinel, I'm not 100% sure. I'm thinking it could be an adamsapple situation where Adam was left in Eden, forever waiting for Lucifer to return despite the fact that he's essentially dead to the rest of Heaven. once he finds out about Lucifer having made a life for himself in Hell, he goes to take out his jealousy on Charlie and the others. and when he's reset he goes back to a silly, fun loving innocent guy that wants nothing but to make others happy.

Uhhhh oops that got long, im Very Normal about these two shows, guys. i swear.

[system-of-a-feather]

C-PTSD Question of the Day

When you were younger, your most childish child self, what was the COOLEST thing in the world? Follow up question, within the resources you have right now, whats a cool way you can participate and engage that super cool thing in your present adult life?

Like Dinosaurs? Grab a book, relearn all the names and find someone to dump it on. Find all the documentaries, look into museums and archeological stuff. Space? Museums, literature, microscopes, documentaries, hell star gazing. Racing? Hotwheels? Monster Trucks? Look up the closest nearest event and check it out, maybe learn about cars.

Engage in the fun things your child self would have been amazed and jealous to see you be able to do

Do something your child self would gasp and idolize, even if its stupid. Become the person your child self would have wanted to follow around and talk to constantly, find the stupidest most childish thing to be engaged in and just have fun with it

Feel free to actually reblog and share. I'd love to hear what yall thought were uber cool and any ideas to unapologetically engage and enjoy those uber cool childhood interests.

[nikothebookdragon]

skate canada men's free

FINALLY catching up (it's been,,, A Week) and I'm collecting all my thoughts in one post so it doesn't turn into a mega spam :)

Romsky you will be missed </3 hope he's doing okay

ah Gabriele, that was rough :( you can tell its a benoit programme lmao, but idk, something wasn't completely clicking for me.. the programme just didn't feel as fluid as I'm used to with Gabriele's skating, I'm not sure whether it was the choreo or the music itself. that being said though, that final choreo sequence was VERY nice, I love a spider lunge to a beat drop 🤌

HOW have I not heard of Aleksa Rakic before?? I'm an instant fan! He's so graceful, it captivates you right from the beginning; I'm willing to bet he does or did a lot of ballet at some point (although i suppose most skaters probably do, it just really shines through here). the exit on that first quad toe was GORGEOUS. I absolutely love the fluidity and expressiveness - his skating feels like a complete piece rather than just a set of elements, for me it more than makes up for the couple of technical mistakes. I'd really love to see more of him!

(I also love hearing the kiss and cry convos, that was so wholesome)

Beautiful lutz and loop from luc ecnomides, but shame about the falls. camel was lovely as well, I was internally screaming 'YES'! interstellar was a bit of a change of pace for him but I really enjoyed it, what a performance. again he has such fluidity, such connection to the music, it's thoroughly enjoyable; the choreo was really cool too. (and look, more evidence you don't need quads to have a good programme!!!!)

GORGEOUS choreo in Jason's programme (not that i expected any different)! that lutz set to the 'ping' in the music, the heel flick at the beginning, the held spirals.. it's simply divine. his programmes are just SO enjoyable to watch, they make the soul sing. I couldn't care less about points, he's a true artist and reminds every time why I love this sport. not my fav choice of music but he completely made it work!! I also love how Chris reverently talks about him, I couldn't agree more with his commentary. Absolutely stunning, I'm so glad I got to see this <3 (not the cameras cutting away as soon as someone held up a pride flag though 💀)

Vladimir Litvinsev - finally an interesting costume! lowkey giving viktor nikiforov stammi vicino - and not in a bad way. overall though.. I was so excited for a classical nutcracker program, but it felt a bit empty and disconnected. and joining the nutcracker with a modern lyrical song was certainly a Choice - the last song would have worked so well on its own, and the choreo was a lot nicer here, but the juxtaposition of the two felt a bit odd. idk, I wasn't the biggest fan but props to him for not letting the fall get to him much. (side note: scores felt a bit off ngl)

Gogolev - very nice fluidity and musicality! those were some rough falls, I hope he's alright.

Jun, YES!!!! my goodness that was everything!!!!! I adored this performance right from the first second - he draws you in and doesn't let up until the music is over. spins were BEAUTIFUL, loved the little cantilever, and the ina bauer made me whoop out loud, it's so gorgeous!!! his connection with the piece is so palpable throughout its entirety. interesting music choice (in a good way), he really sold it. loved loved loved this!!!

(side note: the gaint moose is absolutely sending me, WHO on the design team thought this was a good idea 😭😭 bow to your moose overlord)

goodness, what an absolute powerhouse of a skater Sota Yamamoto is! and such a graceful one at that! I couldn't help but enjoy the performance, that was really quite beautiful.

JUN PODIUM JUN PODIUM!!!!! HELL YES!!!!! I'm sorry it came at Sota's expense, I truly did love his performance, but JUN PODIUM YALL

ohhhh Shun that was such a shame about the jumps, the programme was otherwise really lovely (and super impressive). really impressive camel, and to my amateurish eye his jumping technique looks so tight and fast. (also, I love it when skaters do the hand thing. you know, the choreo Hand Flare Thing, it adds thay extra bit of ✨️spice✨️)

(how much you wanna bet that the moose is the reason the ice is so cursed today)

OKAY LOOK I'LL SAY IT. Ilia SLAYED with the costume, it's hands down the best one in this comp by FAR. you go cunty vampire boy, you go.

HOLY MOLY THAT WAS AWESOME!!! just WOW!!!!! I definitely enjoyed the second half more in terms of artistry, but godDAMN the quads will never fail to make me gasp, what a ridiculous, insane, impressive feat. loved the spider lunge and the expressive elements at the end, ending on the floor was dramatic but I dig it. I wish the cantilevers and ina bauer were held a little longer and that he did a little more with the first half, but otherwise what a skate! (the scores on the other hand make me see red. I'm very much an Ilia fan and he's improved loads since last season, but PLEASE, the PCS should not have been 88 by any stretch of the imagination. in what world. sigh.)

in other new, Junwhan bronze!!!!! woooo

interesting comp, had its ups and downs today and was definitely stressful with all the falls, but a nice podium at the end :) (Jason I'm so sorry scores aren't real, you win most competitions in my heart)

onto gpdf now, idk if I'm ready for the chaos and the STRESS, pray for me shfjdksl

[cursedwithwords]

Okay I gotta start off with a question but do yall have any personal headcanons about Euphemia Potter? We know less about her than Fleamont, which makes her ripe for picking at the plot strings to weave into whatever I want for this fic.

I have my own thoughts of course, but I don't consider them 100% thought through, so I'd really love to hear what other people favor in terms of fanmade canons for Euphemia, her family, what her Hogwarts house was, that kind of thing.

Personally I'm in love with her being a Slytherin, it just feels so right for some reason. I love that ingrained rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor or Euphemia and Fleamont. Though I also don't think it ever got in their way? Like they didn't hold it against each other (which was soooo weird to other people). They never had that predisposed rivalry because of their sorted houses.

I bring her up specifically because (I think I vaguely mentioned it in passing once I can't remember), I think rather than James Sirius taking after Ginny or Harry, or his grandparents, or the Potter family at all, he takes after Euphemia in terms of his looks, and that's why he looks so out of place within his family. Though I do think he inherited James Sr's eyes, who in turn inherited Euphemia's eyes.

Like if Sirius were around he'd see Jamie's eyes and get a fucking gut punch cuz Harry may have Lily’s eyes and look like James but Jamie has his best friends eyes. He looks like Euphemia. Like. Owe.

But there's no one around who knew Euphemia well enough to recognize that connection, right? Or is there? 👀

James feels a strange disconnect from his family already, made worse by Caleb literally throwing it in his face. He has no idea he looks so much like his great grandmother. No idea he has his grandfather's eyes. I hold onto that, it's one of my absolute favorite headcanons I've come up with.

And mannnn I can't wait to write about it more because it WILL come up. I'm so excited.

But what do you guys think of Euphemia?

[shiftyyyy]

Howdy, two things for this ask. Number one, adore your art. Kinda feels like a proper HD remaster of the Sprunki sprites with the strong edge shading, all around shape of the bodies, the arms are well input, and you translated the expressions damn near perfectly. Dead Tunner's face looks like he's actually dead or heavily disoriented, and not like he's mildly confused. Keep it up, and if I could, I'd commission you.

Second is some epic facts about my version of Tunner.

He's a full blown cowboy, and the strongest of the group. Because he has many guns, and he can shoot them with damn near perfect accuracy.

He's the reason why Mr. Sun (A major antagonist) is dead. Sun killed the cattle at his ranch, Tunner stayed up to see who did, Mr. Sun came again, tried killing Tunner, Tunner showed Mr. Sun his 2nd amendment rights, and now Mr. Sun is dead.

1: OH MY GOD THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I LOOKED AT MY PHONE WHEN I GOT THIS ASK OGMGMGMYMYMY,!?!!!2? THSIS IS ONE OF THE BEST COMPLIMENTS I COULD EVER GET THIS IS GENUINELY SO SO SO SWEET OF YOU TO SAY IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET OVER THIS ASK I ADORE THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED IT OMG?? YPU REALLY MADE YOUR COMPLIMENT SEEM REALLY GENUINE ANS I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR IT AAGGHRHHH IM IN A PUDDLE OF TEARS WITH HAPPINESS IM SO OVERJOYED BECAUSE OF THIS !! HEHEHEH THAT WAS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING TUNNER IM GLAD TO KNOW THAT I REPRESENTED THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WELL!!! AND I CANT BELIEVE U SEE THE ART AS OFFICIAL RENDERS TOO! THE FACT U SAID YOU WOULD PAY FOR ART BY ME MAKES ME SMILE SOSOSOSOS MUCHHH <:-) !! I REALLY DONT THINK I HAVE ENOUGH TALENT TO DO COMMISSIONS HONESTLY I JUST MAKE STUFF FOR FREE!! I DO HAVE A PAYPAL BUT I NEVER USE IT BECAUSE I WANNA BE ABLE TO DRAW FOR EVERYONE MONEY OR NOT!! THANK YOU AGAIN YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH THAT MOTIVATES ME!!! THIS IS ON MY MIND 24/7 NOW, YALL ARE GENUINELY THE SWEETEST LITTLE CREATURES </3 IM SMILING SO MUCH OVER THIS IM THINKING ABOUT THIS 24/7 NOW AAHDRHEJFHRHWHHRHERH 1!1!1!1!1!1 YOUR GUYS COMPLIMENTS STAY INDENTED IN MY BRAIN ANS LIVE RENT FREE IN MY MIND YOU ALL MAKE ME SO HAPPYYYYU

2: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD TUNNER RANTING!??1!1!2 IM SO DOWN IM HIS BIGGEST FAN EVEBRBRG HEHEEHHEHEHE DUDE UR VERSION OF TUNNER IS GENUINELY SO COOL??? I ACTUALLY AGREE WITH ALOT OF YOUR HCS I FW THEM SO HARD! HE DEF IS A COWBOY NO DOUBT, AND I CAN ALSO SEE HIM BEING THE STRONGEST OF THEM ALL!! HE PROLLY IS SUPER GOOD WITH GUNS HIS AIM WOULD TOTALLY BE CRAZY GOOD! I ALWAYS SAW HIM OWNING SOME KIND OF HORSE TOO BUT I WOMT RAMBLE TOO MUCH ON HOW I SEE HIM SINCE I WANT PEOPLE TO ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR IDEA BECAUSE ITS SO FRICKIN COOL AND AWESOME!! ESPECIALLY CUZ OF HOW YOU SEE TUNNER BEING THE REASON MR. SUN IS DEAD OGMRJEHFJEKFK?? I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT THATS SOSOSOSO COOL DUDE JAW DROPPED UR SO CREATIVE!! RIP MR. SUN THO LOLOLOLO XD MESS WITH TUNNER, GET THOSE GUNS!! GOD YOUR HEADCANNONS ARE SO COOL ID BE OPEN TO HEAR ANY MORE OF THEM U COME UP WITH AWESOME IDEAS LIKE HONESTLY THEYRE VERY VERY COOL!! TYSM FOR RANTING ABOUT TUNNER I LOVE TO HEAR PPLZ HCS ABOUT HIM I LOVE HIM TO BITS KEEP UP UR AWESOME WORK TOO DUDE UR AWESOME THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! :-))))

[m0owu]

Ooh yeahh, please do give us your thoughts on your favourite rarepairs (or trios) with SQH! Any angsty or fluffy headcanons? :3

I'M SO GLAD YOU'VE WRITTEN BACK!! 🤲

I don't think it counts as a rareship, but I haven't seen REALLY GOOD cumplane (shen yuan/shang qinghua) fic and actually I'm writing one rn. idk if I want to announce it bc to write it'll probably take whole month or smth (I haven't written fics for a while, this one is probably gonna be 20-35k words), but if yall want to I can.

Next one fic that I'm not planning, but hope it'll be scumplane. I have really a lot ideas with them and they're so underrated. I don't really like they're in au, especially modern, bc main thing that usually connects them in my ideas is sqh as an author that knows a lot about sj. All the drama and angst, ughh.. love it.

I'VE ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SCUMRAT. they don't even have a name so I made them one, he-he. it's og!sqq and og!sqh. And there isn't really romantic interaction.

(Also I usually do like to make bros OOC, way mature that they should be. and have different headcanons for every fic. idk why do you need this information)

I do have plans for sqh/tlj/sx, but It would be soon😔

(btw I'm polyamory and sadly love only specific polyamory ships that do really suit each other)

so, if you're (anonymous) not her, then I have a friend of mine @jenyifer that writes really good fic with polyamory lbh×sqq×mbj×sqh (lbh×sqh dynamic that you like is really nice)

btw, about lbh & sqh interaction in canon (non existed one) I have a thought that I'd like to write in my future fic.. sqh do often look at lbh and sometimes lbh notices that and think it's strange but usually doesn't think about it a lot. it's the only thing sqh can do bc system doesn't even give a possibility to interact with protagonist. and then after coming from endless abyss system finally gave him that chance (bc he'll definitely interact with demon lord as servant anyway). but there is no need anymore bc lbh definitely wouldn't gave him a chance to hug his "son" or something, no matter how sqh want it. and sqh all this time was thinking that he'd never talk to him and show how connected they are even without reveal. maybe it could be possible to give some good moments in white lotus life, but not anymore. but shhh, I hope no one will write this one idea without my permission.

I'd also like to hear ur fav ones 😉

[adeerb]

-WARNING THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR GRAVITY FALLS IN THIS POST SO STOP HERE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE THEM!-

GUYS OMG I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING!! Okay, so, remember the post (probably below this one) where I was talking about Ford's grades and how he had a D- in Phys. Ed.? Well, It actually shows up in the show, too! In "Not What He Seems" when stan is being interrogated by the government guy there's a scene where there's a bulletin board behind Stan, but a LOT of it ties up with Ford instead of Stan!

For example, his report card! As I'm sure all of you know, Stan 'rode on Ford's coattails' or basically struggled in school and had Ford help him. But on the board there's a report card (supposedly Stan's) with A+'s in all of the grades EXCEPT Phys. Ed.

This is because the Govt. Guys thought he WAS Stanford because, A. Stanley is 'dead' and B. He was impersonating Ford at the time!

AND since Stan and Ford are identical twins, (correct me if I'm wrong) they could possibly have the same fingerprints so they wouldn't even be able to tell them apart! All they know is that Stan Pines is dead and Ford Pines is a criminal.

Also might I add, you all know how the number 618 shows up a LOT in the show and journal? Y'know, Ford's dorm room at Backupsmore was number 618 and how in a part of the journal it states in Caesar Cipher on the blueprint page, "Calibrate the oscillator to 618"? Well, I found another one! In Stan's (impersonating Ford so technically Ford's) mugshot number 618 shows up again!

I'm not too sure how this number ties in to the show, yet. (possibly Alex Hirsch's or Ford's favorite number? A code decipherer? Something completely unrelated? Not sure.) But if any of yall have an idea or theory, PLS PLS share it with me. I'd love to hear it and give my thoughts on it!

Sorry for ranting I got a little excited there. *gasps for breath*

[tranakin-skywalker]

20 questions for writers

Was tagged by @jaguarys. Thanks for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

14 so far. technically more because I have some orphaned works too

2. What's your total AO3 wordcount?

415,200 0.o

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Star Wars rn (the brainrot is strong). I have some Harry Potter fics that I put a lot of love and work into, but I haven't been able to engage with that fandom for... obvious reasons. I've also written for Bleach, Persona 5, Venom (the movie), Our Flag Means Death, and X-Men

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Enoument (Harry Potter)

Empiricist (Harry Potter)

Cytokinesis (Star Wars)

Star-Birth (Star Wars)

Ouroboros (Harry Potter)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. Sometimes it takes me a while to get around to it, and when the comment is just something like "I loved it" or "great fic" I usually won't because saying thank you over and over again is, idk, kinda weird. Usually when someone writes a really in-depth comment or theorizes or asks questions I'll respond almost immediately. It's a lot easier to reply when it feels like there's a conversation, ya know?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is hard to answer since most of my fics are still wips lol. I'd say as of right now it'd probably be For a Son.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, same problem lmao. Also I don't tend to write happy fics.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not really. I've gotten a few where people would complain about not liking some of the things I did but I wouldn't really call that hate. Just entitlement.

9. Do you write smut?

I've dabbled but I haven't published anything.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah. I'd be open to it if the inspiration ever struck me though

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I've tried it a few times with some friends but we never got far enough to publish anything.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one. I'm open to basically any and every ship as long as I think they way the characters play off each other is interesting and compelling.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Sigh. Empiricist. I really do love that fic and had so much fun working on it. But it is... massive. 200k words and I'm only about 1/4 the way through the plot I had. Plus the huge difficulty I have with writing Harry Potter now... I just don't think I'll be able to go back to it any time soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Honestly I have no idea. Apparently I am very good at delivering gut punches? (if anyone wants to tell me what they think my writing strengths are, I'd love to hear it.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action. I don't think I'm very good at writing action at all. Also getting to the plot. I tend to get distracted by introspection and character studies and forget to the big plot points lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it works really well when used right. I really like it when you have a pov character who doesn't know the language, and you don't give the reader any translation for what is being said so that they are just as in the dark as the character.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Guardians of Ga-Hoole, back before I even knew what fanfic was. (I actually emailed the author to tell her about my silly little story that I had written myself inspired by her books. Apparently Kathryn Lasky didn't know what fanfic was either and was very confused by my email. I was like... 10 maybe?)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

It changes. Star-Birth is up there because of all the cool things I've done with it and plan to do. Groundwater is probably going to be a close contender though

I can't think of anyone to tag atm but I'd love for any of yall to play and tag me. I wanna see what you're all writing

[zhakyria]

Wanted to share the edits I made to this scene cause I liked how they turned out. Read below the cut. I'd love to hear yall's thoughts!

Cody stopped next to Mr. Hux, who also sheltered under the shade of the depot overhang. He was the owner of First Order Repair, and had a pale complexion that burned easily. He was a tense man of few words, but he kept many of the more complex systems around town running for which Cody was thankful. His normally green eyes were grey and a scowl twisted his mouth. 

“Something wrong Mr. Hux?” Cody leaned over the depot railing, watching the train speed along the tracks towards them. It arrived once a week right at noon, and brought supplies, mail, and the occasional passengers. 

Hux’s scowl deepened. “Three more solar panels failed yesterday.”

“Isn’t that eight this month?” Cody made it a habit to keep tabs of what happened around town. Perhaps he pried into people’s affairs a little too much, but he took an oath to keep the town safe. That meant knowing all the problems that cropped up, even if they didn’t seem important. 

“Annoyingly, yes.” Hux tightened his grip on the railing. “These were relatively new panels as well. Less than a month old.”

“Do you have any idea of what could be causing the failures?”

Hux’s voice grew strained. “No.”

Cody leaned in and lowered his voice. “Could it be sabotage?”

Hux looked at him sharply for a brief moment before closing his eyes and huffing out a sigh. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, taking a slow drag. “That has crossed my mind, though I cannot fathom what they are attempting to achieve.” The subtle Imperial accent Hux tried to hide grew more pronounced, it always did when he was frustrated. 

When Hux’s Imperials - since they all seemed to defer to him in some manner, especially in those early days - started drifting into Cimarron, Cody had been suspicious. Though resources were hard to come by, the Lysatran frontier wouldn’t be a bad place for an Imperial Remnant to take hold. Yet, the ones following Hux appeared genuine in their desire to start new lives.

“Send Eli the failure data.”

“Are you serious about roping him in on this?” 

“Kid’s good with numbers, maybe he’ll spot a pattern you’re missing.” Eight failed solar panels over the course of a month didn’t feel like coincidence anymore. His instincts were screaming at him that this was deliberate. They would need all hands on deck if this proved to be worse than it appeared.

“Sheriff!” Hux hissed.

“We can’t afford to lose any more panels, Mr. Hux. Eli will be discrete.”

Hux snorted but acquiesced. As the train pulled into the depot he let go of the railing and walked away to meet with the Conductor.

What's this? Something amiss in the sleepy frontier town of Cimarron?

“Something wrong Mr. Hux?” Cody leaned over the depot railing, watching the train approach. 

Hux’s scowl deepened. “Three more solar panels failed yesterday.”

“Isn’t that eight this month?” Cody had made it a habit to keep tabs of what happened around town. Perhaps he pried into people’s affairs a little too much, but he took an oath to keep the town safe. That meant knowing all the problems that cropped up, even if they didn’t seem important. 

“Annoyingly, yes.” Hux tightened his grip on the railing. “These were relatively new panels as well. Less than a month old.”

“Do you have any idea of what could be causing the failures?”

Hux’s voice grew strained. “No.”

Cody leaned in and lowered his voice. “Could it be sabotage?”

Hux looked at him sharply. “That has crossed my mind, but I have no proof.”

“Send Eli the failure data.”

“Are you serious about roping him in on this?” Hux hissed. 

“Kid’s good with numbers, maybe he’ll spot a pattern you’re missing.”

“Sheriff!”

“We can’t afford to lose anymore panels, Mr. Hux. Eli will be discrete.”

Hux snorted but acquiesced and let go of the railing to meet with the Conductor as the train pulled into the station.

[fandomsandfeminism]

So...as a white American, obviously this is an outsider perspective, and there are way way more nuanced conversations about this happening within Latino communities. As someone who grew up in a very Latino community in Texas, it is a very interesting conversation to me though, and given that Hispanic Heritage Month is wrapping up, and Native American Heritage month is around the corner, I'd love to hear other people, especially Latino/Hispanic people's thoughts on it.

Why do we, overall, not think of Latino people as being *indigenous*?

Like, if I were to talk to someone here in the US who was Pueblo or Lipan Apache or Cheyenne, and I was told that they grew up speaking English- that doesn't make them not indigenous. If they told me that they feel their culture and way of life has been deeply influenced by colonialism, that doesn't make them not indigenous. If they told me they had a grandparent or great grand parent or great great great grand parent who was white- that wouldn't make them not indigenous. If they had a "white" sounding name- that wouldn't make them not indigenous. Right?

So. *gestures to Latin America*

Especially here in Texas, if you described a Tejano or Mexican-American person as "native American" or indigenous, most people would be...confused by that.

And I just wonder why that difference exists.

Is it a history of anti-indigenous racism/colorism/classism? Is it because it would fundamentally challenge the white supremacist myth that Native Americans have all but died out? Is it a way to frame the Mexican Revolution so it doesn't feel like a story of indigenous people successfully repelling a colonizing empire and successfully self governing?

Is it because it would too obviously challenge the white supremacist "pan-Indian" way of lumping indigenous American groups together? Is it, from a US standpoint, a way of mentally distancing Mexico and the rest of Latin America from being "American" in any way? Is it because, at least in the southern US, our perception of Latino people as "immigrants" outweighs their possible identity as indigenous? (Which, God, is already so laughable in Texas where for so many of these communities, they didn't cross the border- the border crossed them)

Is it a combination of all these things? Is it something else?

There are still communities within Latin America that speak traditional languages and have more traditional cultural practices, who are still very much identified as indigenous. But does their existence inherently negate the indigenous-status of other Latino people? (Obviously, that's not something I can decide or define, but a personal and community conversation for those people. )

As I said at the beginning, I've seen this discussion popping up more in Latino communities in recent years, and I just find the whole question, especially within Texas and Tejano culture, to raise some interesting thoughts and ideas.

Some of the very cool articles I've read that made me think these thoughts:

I'd honestly love to hear from any Latino/Hispanic followers I have about yalls thoughts on this. :)

[killmongerskeeper]

New Shuri Fic Teaser

Today was supposed to be simple. Shuri would train with the Dora Milaje in the early hours of the morning. Becoming the black panther meant she had to train harder than when she would spar with you. Back when T'Challa held the mantle. You being one of the best spies in Wakanda meant you could put up a good fight. Then she would spend time with you working in the lab. You had some designs for some new weapons to show her. You were proud of them. So she was excited to see what you came up with. This was the last thing on her mind. Namor was the last thing on her mind.

"How dangerous are these threats?" Shuri asked as the council gathered in the throne room. 

"Reports are telling us that Namor has resurfaced. With clear intentions of destroying Wakanda." Okoye said with her hands behind her back. Scared? No. Worried? Of course but she couldn't let the council know that.

"Namor? I thought there was a truce with Talokan?" Ayo questioned and Shuri began zoning out. Namor was still set on attacking Wakanda? After everything he's already done. Yes, Shuri demanded a truce but in the end, he killed her mother. Something she could not forgive. When will it end? Shuri refused to let someone else she cares about fall due to his actions.

"Princess." A voice tore her from her trance and she looked up to see all eyes on her. 

"I'll go to the checkpoint with Okoye and Ayo. If he's planning something, I must stop him before any attacks happen. Even if that means killing him this time. We leave in an hour." The black panther sneered as she stood from the throne both her mother and brother once sat. The room remained silent as she walked out with a heavy heart. Everyone knew where she was headed. To inform her dearest of this mission. A mission she may or may not return from. Namor couldn't attack again. Hasn't Wakanda mourned enough? Buried enough. Lost in her thoughts she entered the lab, her eyes finding your form almost immediately as you talked to other scientists. A small smile appeared on her lips as you waved your hand over the floating screen.

"Good evening, Princess." You perked up upon hearing Grio announce her presence and you went up to hug her. You may be a trained spy but she's the only one to make you smile brighter than you have before. She hugged you back and you pulled back before your smile fell. Her eyes held sadness and you caressed her cheek.

"What bothers you my love?" You asked with concern laced in your voice and she kissed your palm.

"Everyone out! Now!" She demanded and all the other scientists scattered out of the lab. You looked up at her with confusion evident on your features as you sat down the clipboard in your hands.

"Why did you send them off? What's going on?" You were worried now as she took a deep breath. Whatever she was about to tell you, isn't easy for her to say it. 

"We've gotten reports that Namor is planning to launch another attack."

A/N: Let me know what yall think! Had this idea written out for a couple days and figured I'd share with you guys! Hope you like it! Full chapter should be out soon!

[yumbees]

NEW SERIES PREMIERS

Telling their pronouns!

Abuela: *death stare* "take a guess". (she respects all pronouns she just doesn't understand why anyone would ask her)

Felix: "He him!" but you can hear the smile

Julieta: "She. Did you eat enough for lunch? You look hungry."

Pepa: "She. Why? Is something wrong?" Clouds form. she's suspicious.

Bruno: "I live with rats."

Agustin: "He/him" but he pronounces the slash

Isabela: "Gorgeous. But she."

Dolores: "The question isn't mine, it's yours. There's something you haven't told anyone yet but your parents will be supportive I promise"

Luisa: "she her" but it's so weird cause every time she says that she sneezes and everyone is so confused but really it just happened the first two times and she thought it was so funny she fakes it now

Camilo: *laughs really hard for a really long time*

Mirabel: "She and they. What's your hip size?" She's making you a dress

Antonio: "He. Ask me again in ten years."

To seeing the mona lisa

Abuela: "Beautiful." she buys a poster of it from the gift shop

Felix: "I don't see the appeal" takes a face swap selfie with it

Julieta: "Where are the statues?"

Pepa: "She seems like she needs a nap." *yawn*

Bruno: can't even see it cause he's too short and also the rats are misbehaving

Agustin: Makes that one face from that scene

Isabela: "I'm still prettier" *hair toss*

Dolores: She's not paying attention she's listening to the many gossipy convos around her

Luisa: takes a picture and covers it with emotes and stickers and puts it on instagram

Camilo: pretends to eat it

Mirabel: gets kicked out cause camilo was pretending to be her while pretending to eat it

Antonio: well behaved and respectful. the museum people were too scared to not let the leopard come in too but he's behaving as well

What were you hoping your gift would be?

Abuela: "My children"

Felix: "I've always wanted to dunk a basketball."

Julieta: "We didn't have any idea what was coming."

Pepa: "I just wanted to make the door glow."

Bruno: "Literally anything but this"

Agustin: *covered in bee stings* "I'm just glad Julieta has what she has."

Isabela: "I was happy when I got mine but I've always been jealous of Luisa's"

Dolores: "I didn't know what was happening, I thought i was gonna get flowers too..."

Luisa: "I really wanted to fly"

Camilo: "I'd have liked anything that let me perform. Luisa's or Isa's or Mama's... all good."

Mirabel: "I fully expected something with light. Like moving light or making light or glowing."

Antonio: *very very small shy voice* "I didn't think I would get one. I just didn't want Abuela to be mad at me."

As Vines

Abuela: "I'm sixteen. I'm a grandmutha"

Felix: "I love you bitch. i ain't neva gonna stop lovin you. bitch."

Julieta: "i'm just cooking pizza" BANG

Pepa: "Bats. It's frickin bats. I love halloween"

Bruno: the one where big bird kicks down the door

Agustin: The i'm just cooking pizza one bit hes the one that gets hit

Isabela: any vine with an elmo in it

Dolores: "I DONT GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF YALL. YALL NEVER GONNA SLEEP CAUSE OF ME"

Luisa: "i love myself. Even though i look like a burnt chicken nugget, i still love myself."

Camilo: "STOP SAYING I LOOK LIKE CHICKEN LITTLE. HES DUMB, AND HES A COWARD. AND I AM NOT A COWARD."

Mirabel: "Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does."

Antonio: "It's an avacado! Thanks."