#may or may not have yapped...A LOT for this

[twojamie-o-clock]

an insane thing about two and Jamie is that they do grow more comfortable with themselves, more aware of themselves, because they make each other feel at home, because they carve themselves into one another……and all of this juxtaposed with how new and unknown everything between them is for each other. two has never had a human best friend like Jamie; and if you’d like he’s never had something romantic with a human - nor probably ever anything as genuine or freeing - like he does with Jamie. Jamie has never met someone who understands him quite so finely, so tuned, has never met someone who loves him and whom he loves like the Doctor. It’s familiar and close and intimate and it’s uncharted and foreign and new. its adventure and danger and habit and safety. it’s them.

[the-ellia-west]

Happy 610 to me!

And to celebrateeeeee:

For the Month of April, and maybe longer, I will be Going On Hiatus (Yes again), I will log back in every other Friday to make an update post on myself and my WIPs. I will not be checking my notes, asks, or Notifications until I'm back for good.

You can contact me at Discord @ ellia_west if you like! Just tell me your Tumblr Username or else I might block you. But I will not be on Tumblr, and when I am, Let's just say I'll make my presence known. <3 [I will be on for about an Hour after I post this, 3/28/2025]

For now,

(I left a message for all the Moots I remember off the top of my head)

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@sunflowerrosy You're my best friend and ILYSM, Everything you've said and done to help me. You've been there no matter what and you're always so kind and patient. You're so brilliant and determined and such a lovely person to talk to and be around no matter what. Your WIPs are some of my favorite things I've ever read and talked about and helped with and I hope we never stop being friends, and I thank God for us meeting. You've been so Fun to Watch ATLA with, I look forward to talking to you when I get the chance, and Yapping about our WIPs together is one of my favorite things, the games, the Characters, your personality, and the random talking about mundane life. I'm praying for you and I hope one day I can give you a hug myself.

@homelessnerd You've been here a while and through it all you're pointing me back to God, telling me the things I sometimes don't want to hear, and making sure I know how much he loves me, recommending me shows and doing your best to make time for me even though I don't deserve it. You may not be here as often as some of my other friends, but I smile whenever I see your messages and I love talking to you <3 I thank God that he let me meet you and I thank you for pushing me back to him when I didn't want to.

@carb0n-m0n0xide I've never had a friend who made me laugh so hard, Your absolutely wacky (In a good way) stuff always puts a smile on my face, and I love seeing and listening to you. Your messages and the typos and every thank you and Shouted brainstorming session adds a wonderful level of chaos to my life I never knew I needed. But you somehow also always know what to say when I feel down and I honestly couldn't wish for many better friends (Go. To. Bed.) Also, it's unfair. Why do you get all the skill? Share. Pls. /j (Thank you Jesus for letting me Meet Carbon, she's brightened my days so much even if she doesn't know it)

@theweirdbox123 You're a new friend, and I almost didn't talk to you because I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me, But you've been one of the most fun and supportive people to me, You might not see it now, But you being open about being sensitive, despite you disliking, has given me the courage and the feeling to open myself back up to my sensitive side and If I'm honest, I think I learned how to cry again because of you, and I'm so, so glad to have somebody like me who's near me and kind enough to listen and help.

@supercimi I know you're nervous and you apologize a lot because you think you hurt my feelings, But honestly in all my life until recently, I have never had someone who I felt cared about my feelings as much as you do. Please don't be scared to speak your mind, I love listening to you, your writing is phenomenal and I can't wait to see you again whenever you come back online. I don't mind waiting, and I Wish I could give you the biggest hug. You'll never know how much your words mean to me.

@thewritingautisticat I don't know you very well but honestly, Whenever I see you in my notes, It makes me happy, I honestly can't wait to see where your stories go, and I'd honestly love to interact more some day, I admire you and all of your projects, and I wish you the best of luck!

@thebookishkiwi Girlie, I don't honestly even know what to say. I see your projects and I don't respond bc 1, Honestly I'm a little jealous of your skills, and 2, I may be busy, but I do HONESTLY really love your characters. I'm honestly flattered whenever I see you in my notes it makes me smile like an idiot, especially when I see your replies or reblogs and I honestly don't even know what to say. I admire your skills and I strive to one day write like you do (I'm getting lost in the sauce with the goddess prophecy, I'm lurking in the shadows bc life is a little busy, but when summer comes around, I'm gonna... *snatches all your writing and runs away with it*)

@vesanal Thank you. For everything. You're such a brilliant friend and a brilliant person. Everything you do, your interactions, how little I DO see them, and Your help, Thank you so much. You have no idea how much I appreciate you and all the help you've given me, and I don't think I would be where I am without it, Lol.

@write-with-will Man, You. YOU. YOUUUU. YOUR COMMENTS, YOUR EVERYTHING, I LOVE YOU(/p) AND YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS AND WORDS ON EVERYTHING, BUT SPECIFICALLY WILD AND KHENAN. YOU'RE SO KIND DESPITE HOW LITTLE WE INTERACT OUTSIDE OF THAT, BUT I CANNOT THANK YOU ENOUGH. AURGHHHGHGHG, I WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK ON ALL YOUR PROJECTS

@corinneglass Girlie, Idk what to say. Thank you. TwT. Your words mean so much, you're trying, your beautiful blog, your patience and everything. Just... everything...

@yolbert We don't interact much, and I know English isn't your first language, I just want you to know that whenever I see you in my notes, it makes me Unreasonably happy, and your reblogs are like I'm panning for gold in my notifs, Lol. Every time I see them on my Posts I feel so proud of myself, Like: They REBLOGGED? ME????

@darkandstormydolls I cannot even begin to tell you how much I admire how smart you are, with all your research and knowledge and your willingness to share it, and to offer me things sometimes, like the opportunity to be featured in something. Your notes and your interactions, they kinda remind me why I write, honestly.

@blargh-500 I don't know you at all, But I honestly really like seeing you in my notes, and your asks are always a surprise, and a welcome one! I'd honestly love to see you around more and get to know you better if I can.

@clever-naming-convention You're one of my oldest moots. Actually my third ever if I remember correctly, and I admire how forward and happy you are with your hyperfixations, even if we don't talk a lot and you may not be interested in my projects, you're still here, and I'm honestly so greatful for that. (Do you like sonic? If so, #sonic the slugcat)

@sm-writes-chaos I don't know you. But you're awesome. Your art is awesome. Your vibe is awesome. You share my obsession with Jak for literally no other reason than 'he has silly vibes' and I respect that. W friend.

@lunaeuphterrnal We don't talk much, and I don't know you much either but I honestly REALLY REALLY appreciate you and your reblogs and support of my WIP and I wish you the best of luck with yours even though I haven't got around to looking at it yet

@geminiagentgreen You're awesome. Keep doing what you do. Thank you Jesus for showing me this person and their blog. Thank you for spreading the word of God, for being so confident about it and inspiring me to take steps in my own faith, and for just... being there

@urnumber1star I love your WIP. I love you(/p). I don't say much but I AM lurking in the shadows. Torture Michael for me. And I don't care how evil he is, Give No one a cookie for me. Also if you have inspiration, write that fantasy. I have no doubt in my heart it will be magnificent.

I love you guys - (Sorry if I forgot you)

-Ellia

[thdalsk]

My MC for @childrenofcain-if! Under the cut is just me yapping a lot more than I intended 💔

Mina Rosaria Young

- Charming, sweet, and gentle, Mina is someone who always sees the best in others and makes a genuine effort to befriend everyone she meets. Her empathy and easy smile have a way of quickly disarming people— but for all her geniality, it’s not so easy to get her to talk about herself. Maybe she has some walls, maybe she’s afraid of being a burden. Still, her soft spoken demeanor doesn’t mean she’s any less of a go getter, and she’ll ace every challenge sent her way. Where ballet taught her self expression and poise, debate and public speaking taught her the art of persuasion. She loves dressing up and will never go out in an outfit she doesn’t feel cute in. Don’t let her elegant appearance fool you, though; the grace she walks with is often punctuated by the tables, chairs, and other miscellaneous items she runs into while her mind is elsewhere. Romantic and idealistic, she may be somewhat naïve in her belief in inherent goodness. When someone who cares deeply about everything is faced with a hurt too cruel, do they end up caring about nothing at all? -

Relationships:

C LACROIX: Just wants to be friends. Pretty please.

V NÆSHOLM: Fast friends!! Was totally chill (maybe a little too Chill™) with their first meeting. She thinks they’re super lovely and fun to be with.

W OSTENDORF: Why does babes look so famil— OHHH (she missed them lots and is very happy to see them again)

M WHITLOCK-SINGH: Immediately charmed. Was kind of starstruck upon first meeting and might have a small crush on them in a mostly admiring kind of way (for now). She finds them very easy to talk to and enjoys their frequent philosophical discussions! Greatly appreciates their support and kindness in a new environment.

D DIACONU: Thinks she should stay away from them. Not because she dislikes them— in fact, she finds them very nice and honestly quite funny. But they make unfamiliar butterflies appear in her stomach and cause a strange tickle in her chest. And she knows they’re no good for her, that falling for them would only end in heartbreak (though maybe it’s already too late)

I was debating whether or not to put the RO notes bc I feel like I don’t have a good enough grasp on their characters to be writing anything from their POVs 💔 But it looked nice so… aesthetic purposes won me over;; 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I’m so sorry if they’re out of character 😭

[anakinsang3l]

9:39 p.m.

Stoner! Anakin Skywalker x Stressed out reader!

Summary: Anakin Skywalker definitely smokes his weight in weed, but he’s got a hobby that keeps him busy every night besides that :O

includes: SMUT!, weed, Anakin is a very lovey boy in this

WC: 5,934

A.N. - holy SHIT it’s here! I would like to include reference vids and stuff but DAMN maybe I’ll have to do twitter link post. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Finishing up your last few client files, you glanced at your watch. 

9:39 p.m., it read.“Shit.”

The long, grueling day had made you tired and maybe just a tad bit hungry, hangry, honestly. Your best bet was stopping by the corner store just down the hill from your apartment. Why? Bi-weekly pay had you starving by the second week because, god damn, if inflation wasn’t a son of a bitch. After hurriedly packing up your stuff, you headed out and started your car, sighing into the driver’s seat, relieved to be out of the office. Really, on most days, it was too much. 

Peeling out of the parking lot, you started on your way. 15 minutes later, you could just make out the telltale sign of the little corner store. Bright red and orange lights flashed at you, reading “Cigars, Cigarettes, Tobacco, and more!” You always wondered what the “and more!” could possibly mean. 

Then there was Anakin. Tall, lanky ol’ Anakin. Leaning up against the wall just beside the entrance, you could tell he was smoking a joint. He was a regular at the corner store, usually hanging out at night. No sense or idea as to why Anakin was always there; for all you could guess, it was the insomniac in him. You only guessed because you were an insomniac yourself. Though for whatever reason it may be, no matter how many times he tried to weasel his way into your pants when you’d come by, his presence always brought you a sense of calm. Looking at him now, though, you could understand why every woman who walked into the store threw themselves at him first before they entered. He’s a very handsome man, you’ll give him that. His curly, tussled, dirty blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and muscles you couldn’t tell he had until you were standing right next to him (sleeper build much?!). He wore black, loose-fitting slacks, a dark gray sweatshirt, and white crew socks with the original old-school vans. Handsome man indeed.

As you were getting out of your car, Anakin walked up to greet you.

“Hey, Angel Face.”

You nodded your head “Anakin.”

“Awh, what’s the matter, love? Why the ‘tude?”

“Nothing. Could ya stop yapping and let me go inside the store, please?”

“Only because you asked nicely.” Stepping out of the way, he let you make your way into the store.  

Inside the store, you beelined it to the frozen section for ice cream. Ben & Jerry’s Americone Dream never did you wrong. Chip aisle came next. Xxxtra Hot Cheetos and Sabritones never did you wrong, either. On to the candy! Sour Punch Bites and, last but not least, dark chocolate Rolos. As you were walking back from the candy aisle, you stopped by the refrigerated drinks to grab a strawberry banana body armor and a GIANT essential water. After what seemed like a million years (it was 2 minutes) of standing in line for checkout, you set your stuff down on the counter and looked up at the cashier expectantly. As he started to scan the items, you felt the tingling feeling of being watched. You brushed it off because, hello? You were in a corner store; anyone could be staring at you.

You didn’t know that Anakin Skywalker had his eyes on you the entire time from the moment you stepped into the store. Bad intentions? Never. Yes, he knew he could be a bit creepy from time to time, but can you blame him? You’re you, and he’s him. He smokes a lot of weed, and you’re gorgeous; that’s his excuse anyway. You’re intriguing, and he is thoroughly intrigued, to say the least. While every other girl threw themselves at Anakin, you did not. You kept your distance, and that made him wonder about you. So, every night for the last 3 months, Anakin has been coming to the corner store to look at your pretty face and watch you. Again, it's weird, and he knows it, but you’re just too cute not to. When you’d come home from work in your skirts and button-ups or slacks and a pretty blouse, he was on his knees, just begging for a crumb of your attention. Most of the time, he could grab it, but there were a select few moments when he couldn’t, and his mood would plummet to the depths of hell. Whatever it was about you, he was severely attached.

The cashier finished bagging everything up and handed the bag and receipt to you. You took it with excitement and made your way out to your car. Heading home to go snuggle up in bed with your favorite snacks, a joint, a blanket, and your favorite show sounded like a great idea, that was until a certain someone’s slightly scratchy voice called out to you.

“No goodbye? I thought we were closer than that, Angel.”

“Goodbye, Ani.”

“What did you just call me?”

Oh fuck. SHIT. You just let the nickname only you had given Anakin slip right in front of him. He had still been puffing on the joint from when you went inside, but those movements have since stilled.

“Could ya say that again for me, love? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said Goodbye, Anakin.”

“Nice try, baby; that absolutely was not what you said.”

At this point, you had no idea how Anakin had already made it to your driver's side door, where you had been standing and caged against your car.

“Please say it again.”

He was so close that you could feel his breath fanning against your lashes for every word that he spoke, and the smell of weed and peppermints permeated your nostrils. The combination of those two scratched your brain in a way that sentbutterflies straight to your core without a second thought.

“Ani”

“Fuck Angel, can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

Anakin’s hands moved from the side of the door to the base of your hips, immediately pulling you flush against him. From there, his hands traveled up the sides of your hips all the way up to your chest and back down again.

He was losing his mind. No way he got to touch you like this AND while he was blazed out of his mind? Fuck yeah. He then moved to say something in your ear, dangerously close to your neck.

“I’m gonna kiss you right here *kiss* and right here *kiss* aaaannnndddddd right here *kiss* mkay Angel?”

“Okay, Ani.”

Under his breath, you heard a quiet fuck after saying that, which may have slightly boosted your ego. He was essentially devouring your neck. Kisses, licks, and bites all over. In the corner store’s parking lot, which, yes, in a way, could be hot, but not right now. 

“Ani”

“Hmm?”

“Can we go somewhere that’s not the parking lot of the corner store? Please”

He lightly chuckled at that and then pulled you around to your passenger door and opened it for you.

“What’re you doing?” 

“I’ll drive us to my place; I imagine it’s much closer than yours.”

“I’m literally like 5 minutes down the road”

“And I’m 2, so who wins?”

“Whatever”

Getting into the passenger seat of your own car felt weird. Never had you EVER let anyone else drive your car, yet here we are with Anakin driving down the road to his apartment. It wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, though. Sure, there has always been some sort of tension between you two, but never enough to scare you away. 

Not even 2 whole minutes went by and you guys were already pulling into the parking lot of his apartment.

“You ready?”

There was, however, an excitement in his voice that you were unsure about.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s sir to you, actually.”

“Okay, sir.” 

You had said that with a slight sarcasm and chuckled about it, but Anakin was far from in a laughing mood right now.

“I mean it.”

“Okay, my bad.”

“You’re fine.”

You couldn’t tell if things were fine by the slight annoyance still in his voice, but you brushed it off and got out of the car. He quickly followed suit and came over to grab your hand, leading you along. His apartment was on the second story, but somehow, his apartment was the very top one, so essentially, there is a person below the person who is below him? It's too confusing for you right now.

Anakin fished his keys from his back pocket, his hand just barely trembling. You made him nervous, and now he was bringing you into his space. What the fuck was he thinking?! He wasn’t, well…he was, but you know, definitely not with his brain. Walking in, he quickly flicked on the light to the right to give it some illumination. He had to admire his cleanliness because the look on your face was priceless. You really didn’t expect him to be clean? Heart hurts. Anyways, on to the good stuff.

From what you could see, Anakin was one of the cleanest men you had ever met. The only other man who could possibly be as clean was your father. He had drilled it into you from a young age that a clean space makes for a happy mind.Somehow, that line of his still made it into your daily life, even though he does not. Anyways, the setup of his apartment was cute. He had 2 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room, all with furniture to his liking, and a washer and dryer were tucked away in his hallway closet. Most of the furniture was either dark gray or dark gray-blue. A select few of his things were a pretty gray-purple hue, but only a couple. From this, you could tell he seemed to like the darker colors of the color wheel. In his living room, there was a beautiful rug that looked like a starry night, and on top of that, the gray-blue couch with a coffee table in front of it. Then, in front of the coffee table, there was a large flatscreenmounted to the wall in the perfect spot. It all flowed so well together; mind you, let’s ignore the sheer amount of bongs and dab rigs he had CRUNCHED together under the coffee table.

“Wow.”

“Huh?”

“Wasn’t expecting you to be this clean.”

“Is that a compliment, Angel?”

“Yeah, you're welcome. Anyway, let me just point out to you that your BONGS are being CRUNCHED under the coffee table. Why are you treating them like that?!”

“Geez, you care more about my bongs than I do. Hold on, do you smoke???”

The question, combined with his tone, had you gasping for air because this was just too good.

“What’s so funny?”

“All this time, and you never had a clue!”

You still couldn’t contain your laughter. For the last 3 months that Anakin had been at the corner store, there were only a select few times where you had shown up sober. The convenience of your penjamin right after work was too good. Plus, everyone had always told you growing up that your eyes immediately gave it away, so how could he not have known? Either way, at this point, you were so down to have a smoke sesh with him.

Anakin was… flabbergasted, to say the least. He couldn’t believe that for the last three months, he had no idea you were a secret smoker. Was he pissed? Absolutely. Why? Because he could’ve had you over here much sooner than this had he known. God. All he knows now is that he has to savor this moment for however long he possibly fucking can.

Anakin headed into the kitchen real quick while you were still recovering from laughing so hard and came back with a lighter and a torch. 

“Dabs, bong, or blunt?”

“Blunt definitely”

“Mmmkay, Angel face, I’ll have to roll it real quick; you alright with waiting?”

“Always”

Ani walked back to his room, and you decided to take your shoes off and plop down on his couch. It was pretty comfy, no lie. He came back not even a whole minute later with his jar of weed, rolling tray, wraps, and grinder. He sat down next to you, lifted your legs up, and placed them in his lap. You didn’t realize till now, but he had taken his shoes off a long timeago and was now just in his socks, pants, and sweater. God did he look sexy. He was focused on grinding the weed, his fingers moving in a fluid motion to break it up and set it in the grinder. Fuck. You wondered what his fingers could possibly feel like inside you. After twisting it a couple of times, he then took the bottom half off of the grinder and started to fill the wraps with weed. Once it was full enough to his liking, he grabbed the wrap and began to lick it. His tongue darted out and started moving it along the wrap, he could’ve just moved the wrap along his tongue, but no. Instead, he moved his tongue against the wrap, purposely being a perv, but could you really blame him. His sexiness cancels it out. His tongue moved first in small circles, but then he started to drag it nastily along the wrap with no shame. He was being a purposeful tease, and you knew it. Was it enjoyable? Incredibly. He knows exactly what he’s doing and has no shame about it.

“You’re staring, you know that right?”

“Yeah, you’re kinda making it hard not to.”

He chuckled at that and proceeded to roll the blunt until it was a perfect cylinder, then grabbed the lighter from the table to seal it. Quickly flicking it with his thumb, the lighter came alight and Anakin, the smooth man he was, had the blunt sealed and ready to light in less than 30 seconds. He turned to you with it and had you hold it in your mouth.

“Here, purse your lips so you don’t get it too wet, not that I mind.”

He said the last part a little quieter, but you still heard him.

Pursing your lips, you now held the blunt in between them, waiting for him to light it.

The familiar flicking sound of the lighter came, and then there was the burn. You had inhaled the moment he set flame to the end of the blunt, knowing it was going to hurt, but you still puffed it quickly. After doing that, Anakin promptly reached over to snatch it from your mouth. Immediately, your coughing fit started, and you felt a hand on your lower back start rubbing soothing circles, and for some reason, it seemed to help. It was Anakin’s hand, of course, and he was not stopping, even though you had stopped coughing a long time ago.

“Hey love, you okay?”

“Yeah I’m good, thanks”

“Okay, is it alright if I try something with you? All you have to do is have your mouth slightly parted and inhale when I tap ya twice, pretty easy. Are you up for it doll?”

“Is it gonna hurt, Ani?”

“No, of course not, Angel, at least it shouldn’t.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Anakin watched as you slightly parted your mouth while hitting the blunt. Horrendously seductive that one. He stared and stared real hard, his drag lasting almost 30 seconds. Then he leaned in and grabbed your chin oh so gently and pressed his lips to yours. Tapping you twice, you then followed his instructions and inhaled. Your lungs had felt like there were coalsburning in them at this point, but you just couldn’t get enough of it. His lips were so soft and smooth, you hadn’t noticed earlier, but he also tasted like how he smelled, peppermints and weed.

Anakin pulled away with absolute agony on his part, staring at the obscene amount of saliva connecting the two of your lips just from shotgunning the hit to you, holay. He was losing his marbles. Every single thought that might’ve been rational went out the window, and he dove straight for your lips. His kisses were sloppy and messy at first, then turned into slow, passionate ones with him slowly exploring your mouth with his tongue.

He honestly couldn’t believe what was happening. Every single night he had hoped it would happen and thank the fucking Makers it did. He needed to be inside you, right now that was his tongue in your mouth, and it definitely wasn’t enough.More, so, so, so much more. If he could get this far then indeed he could find ways to slip inside you that wouldn’t be tohard;). 

Truly, Anakin’s dick was so hard, that it is all he could think about. He fully pulled you on to his lap so that you straddledhim. Immediately, he grabbed both of your hips and rolled them towards him, moaning during the process.

“F-fuck.”

He kept up with this motion, starting out slow, waiting on his speed to gauge your reaction. To you, the slow pace felt achingly good on your clit, even if you were still in your slacks. A little bit more speed would’ve been nice, and Anakin picked up on that, starting to move faster.

“H-Hah feels good Ani”

“I’m glad Angel, it f-feels so good for me too”

Was Anakin wrong? Absolutely not. He was a sucker for dry humping, but was he going to blow his load before he even got inside you? Another absolutely not. But, goddamn, you were so fucking beautiful. This was something straight out of his wet dreams, unfolding right in front of him. If it weren’t for the self-discipline he’d built up from edging himself over and over again, he’d be in serious trouble. He picked up the pace, determined to get you there first. Every time you rocked back and forth on his dick, he thrust his hips up in search of your clit, hoping to find that perfect spot. Judging by the gasps and whimpers slipping from your lips, he had to be right. Music to his ears.

“Annnniii—uhnnhh—pleaseee,” you moaned, voice breaking apart as pleasure overtook you.

“Please what, Angel?”

He whispered it so close to your ear that your entire body shuddered. He had no idea you had a voice kink, that his low, teasing murmur so close would send a dangerous jolt straight to your core.

“Please, faster—fuck!”

“Mmmkay.”

He smirked, complying, picking up the rhythm, each thrust punctuated  to push you over the edge while holding himself back. His self-restraint was crumbling, but he didn’t care how desperate he looked right now. He needed you to cum. That was his only mission. 

The rough friction of his cock against your soaked cunt sent shivers up your spine. He was relentless, bucking up at the perfect time, moving in sync with you, hands gripping your hips so tight they’d leave bruises. Then, he pushed you down just a little harder than before, and that was it—you were gone.

“Hnnmmmm—Ani—'m cumming!”

“Fuck—just for me,” he groaned, voice wrecked, feeling your body convulse in his arms.

The two of you were panting, bodies still tangled together. His face nuzzled into your neck, his lips soft as they ghosted over your sweat-slicked skin, whispering praise in between kisses.

“Need you inside me. Please.”

He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, pupils blown wide, dark with need. “You read my mind.”

Lifting you effortlessly, he made sure your legs were wrapped tight around him as he carried you to his bedroom. The space was dimly lit, dark gray walls adorned with posters and paintings, an organized chaos that somehow suited him perfectly. And then there was his bed. Neatly made, deep gray sheets, a purple comforter—clean and tasteful. Attractive. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening. On a work night, no less. 

He laid you down gently, peeling off his sweatshirt, and—fuck. Even in the dim light, you could see the way his muscles flexed, veins running down his forearms, the defined cuts of his abs tightening under his shirt as he moved. 

Jesus. 

You tried not to stare. Failed.

“Staring again, Angel?”

“You already know the answer.”

He chuckled, low and knowing. “What’s so funny?” you asked, lips curling into a pout.

His smile softened. He leaned in, foreheads nearly touching, his breath warm against your lips. “Because I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”

Your breath hitched as he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then each cheek—slow, tender, reverent. When his lips finally met yours, the kiss was so soft, so unhurried, it made your head spin. He took his time, savoring the way you melted into him. When he nipped at your bottom lip, then dipped his tongue past the seam of your lips, you let him. Let him make a mess of you. 

His hands found your lower back, then dipped beneath the waistband of your slacks. 

“Can I?”

“Mhmm.”

He traced his fingers along the fabric teasingly before gripping your ass with both hands, kneading shamelessly. His touch sent a bolt of heat straight to your core. He made quick work of sliding your slacks down, pausing to tap your thigh as a silent cue to help shimmy them off. When they pooled at your ankles, he rid himself of his own shirt, leaving both of you in just your underwear.

Pulling you into his lap, he rolled his hips against you, cock grinding against your soaked panties. You gasped into his mouth, gripping his shoulders as the pressure built between your legs. 

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, “Are you sure you wanna do this, Angel?”

“Yes, Ani—can we get there already?”

“No.” His smirk was devilish. “I take my time, and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

You huffed, and just as he expected, you tried to glare at him. But before you could open your mouth to protest, he bucked his hips up—hard. A sharp, unexpected thrust that had you choking on your own breath.

“Hnngghh—please—please, Ani—”

“Please what, Princess? Use your words.”

You leaned in close, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear, letting your breath ghost over his skin. His grip on your hips tightened.

“Anakin,” you murmured, voice low, desperate. “If you’re not inside me in the next three minutes, I will leave you here so we both have to suffer. I need you that badly. Please, Ani—put it inside me.”

That was it. That was his breaking point.

He had two choices: let you leave or fuck you into the mattress.

Like there was ever a real choice.

Without hesitation, he flipped you onto your back, his body pressing you into the mattress, caging you in. His mouth trailed down your neck, then your stomach, then lower. He hooked a single finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling the fabric away from your skin before letting it snap back into place. The sharp sting made you gasp. He did it again. Then again, watching the way your thighs trembled beneath him. 

“You like that, huh?” he mused, voice thick with amusement. 

You only whimpered in response. He made a mental note.

Then, with agonizing slowness, he dragged your panties down your legs, fingertips barely grazing your skin as he went. When he finally yanked them off completely, he wasted no time spreading your legs apart. His lips ghosted over the soft skin of your inner thigh, open-mouthed kisses leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. 

The shift in atmosphere was palpable. 

His voice was soft when he spoke. “Angel.”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you alright with me touching you here?”

His fingers skimmed over your slick heat, barely making contact, tapping against your sensitive folds like it was second nature.

“Mhm—yes, please.”

“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

And then he was gone, diving between your legs like a starved man, making a mess of you with his tongue.

“Fuck, this pussy is so pretty.”

And that was just the beginning.

His kisses were sloppy,spit and some tongue, but boy did it fucking feel good.  Immediately, your hands found his hair, pulling hard, and your breaths became ragged. You started to whimper loudly which was like music to his ears and he had to hear more, needed it really. So, using his tongue, he flattened it against your pussy and licked a stripe up until the tip of his tongue hit your clit. Then came the assault on your clit. Getting straight to it, Anakin circled his tongue over and over and over again, sometimes using a bit of force to press on it with his tongue, and sucking it in between his lips hard.

“H-Huahhh Ani too much”

“Hmm” lifting his head up to look at you, and damn, the image he created was obscene. There was slick all around his mouth and even the tip of his nose. His lips were bright pink and swollen, but fuck did he look hot like this. 

“By the look on your face, doll, it seems you want more.”

With that he went down and used his teeth, just once, to grab your clit gently and that’s what did it for you. 

“Hnngggghhh Ani! mm cumming”

“Fuck give it to me all Angel”

All the built up tension in your core finally released, it wasn’t squirting by any means, but Anakin had just made you cum just by sucking on your clit. You’ve had plenty of men try to please you with that, and they never could, but Anakin? He did it in less than 5 minutes.

“Damn doll, for someone who seems like such a prude, you absolutely don’t sound like one” with that comment he lightly smooched you and started trailing his up and down your sides.

“How are you feeling pretty?”

“So good because of you mister”

“Well how about I make you feel even better, how’s that sound?”

“I could get behind that.”

“Yeah, I’ll be hitting it behind you for sure.”

His snarky little comment made you giggle, which had him cheesing from ear to ear. He was so down bad for you it wasn’t even funny. You were just so beautiful and sweet, he couldn’t help it. And he couldn’t help it even if he wanted to, you’re in his bed halfway naked and begging for more? How could this man say no to you? He can’t.

“Ani you’re staring”

“Not allowed to admire?”

“Absolutely you can, just later. Not when I need you inside of me.”

“Whatever you say baby”

Anakin then grabbed your ankles and pulled you to his crotch. The downfall for him of being somewhat aggressive with it is that when he pulled you to his crotch, you immediately could feel how hard he was. Extremely. Were you proud you could make him that hard? Absolutely. Were you now going to use this information to your benefit? Yep again.

“Fuck Ani pleaseee. I need it inside of me now.”

“Okay okay okay. I’ll put it in Angel since you’re begging so nicely.”

Anakin pulled down his sweats and boxers just below his dick. And the sight of it had you drooling. He wasn’t small by any means,  but he wasn’t too big either, honestly just right. You just knew his dick was gonna feel so good inside you:> 

“Okay baby are you ready”

“Mhmmm”

“Mkay”

He first spit on your pussy and kissed it, then he shifted so that his dick was sitting in between your folds, his tip hitting your clit again, and began humping against you at a decent pace.

“Ahh f-fuck baby, why does your pussy gotta be so wet for me. So.fuckin.good”

Those last three words he made it a point to thrust extra hard against your clit. He could feel you trying to grip down on tosomething, but nothin was filling you up. It’s okay though because that’s what Anakin is here for. To make his pretty girl feel good and to fill her up. Of course, only if she wants him to.

Feeling you clench down on nothing was Anakin’s final straw. Sliding back down to your entrance, he slowly pushed his tip in while thrusting slowly to test the waters.

“Mmgghh faster Ani, need it”

You were too lost in the feeling of him thrusting into you to comprehend anything, other than that you needed to feel more. The drag of his tip along your walls genuinely had you losing your mind. You could feel him just barely abt to slip all the way out, and that’s when you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him towards you. He was not expecting that, so he fell forward, catching himself so close that both of your faces could touch. 

“Hhah f-fuck Angel what-“

“Please, I need you to move faster and go deeper.”

“A man can’t take his time?”

“No, not wi-”

Anakin shut you up with a particularly harsh thrust,  so hard you felt it in your throat. And another after that, only this time he went a tiny bit slower, like he was looking for a reaction. The slow and hard thrusts were continuous, knocking the breath out of your lungs so much that all you could do was whimper for him. Eventually, you understood why he had looked like he was looking for a reaction from you because the minute he found it, you screamed, and he became the absolute devil himself. Thrusting in the exact same spot, he did it harder.

“Hhhhhhmnnnnnnnn ANI”

No response. The only thing you heard was skin slapping against skin and fuck was that sound obscene, but so were the sounds coming from your pussy. Anakin was pleasing her oh so good and focusing on that was all that mattered to him right now. You felt his tip hit that spongy spot in your pussy again and fuck it felt amazing

“Hhhuuhh O-Oh ‘mgonna cum soon Ani”

“Huh uh. You will wait for me.”

He still wasn’t stopping his assault on your G-spot. 

“A-Ani, please ‘m so close”

And then all of it stopped.

“NO, no, no, no, Anakin, what th-“

“I told you that you weren’t cumming without me Angel face. Sorry…but not really.”

Your brain was mush at this point, only thinking about cumming for Anakin. You had to listen to him because finishing was all you were focused on right now. 

While he waited for you to calm down, Anakin ran out into the living room, coming back with what you could only assume was the blunt in his mouth. Grabbing the lighter from the nightstand, he lit it, inhaled, climbed on top of you, and blew the smoke in your face.

“Here, something to calm you down, sweets.”

“Hmph”

“Hmmm hmm hmm, we can hmmm all night long, or you can be a good girl and listen to me. Which would you rather?”

“The second one”

“That’s what I thought; now open your mouth, pretty please.”

“Mmkay”

You let your mouth hang open while Anakin fiddled with something in his hands; he then leaned over your face, his messy curls tickling your face, and pressed his lips so gently to yours. 

*Tap *Tap

His indicator was for you to inhale, and you did like his good girl. Then, without any warning, he slid back into you to the base, making you choke on the smoke. Pounding into you with no avail made your brain go back to mush. Fuck why did he have to know exactly where your G-spot was? He kept hitting it over and over, feeling you clench deliciously around him. The sounds coming from your pussy being assaulted with his thrusts was obscene. Wet and sticky slapping sounds and Anakin’s occasional huffs and groans. You had a thing for him, and this position only made it worse. Missionary was all you had been in tonight, but damn was it underrated as fuck. 

“A-Ani hhuh, need you. Need to hear you”

“I h-hah need you too baby, fuck please j-just wait a little longer.”

“Hhah okay”

After hearing your response, as if his thrusts couldn’t be any fucking faster, he went hard. So hard that you had to hold on to him with your legs and his bed frame was hitting the wall horrendously. With your mind occupied fully, your head fell backwards, mouth lolling open, just letting out the most sinful of moans for Anakin to hear. 

Meanwhile, Anakin was trying his best not to cum on the spot from how loud you got just from him going faster. He needed to hear those moans from you, he was already fucking addicted to the sounds your pussy makes for him just from hitting it, now the sounds are coming from your mouth? He’s cooked. He couldn’t help, but let out a couple of moans himself, some high pitched, because Jesus Christ if your pussy wasn’t the best thing he’s ever gotten to experience. You’re so warm and wet, just for him<3 He could feel the familiar tingle in his spine from hitting it so good, he just needed you to finish first. Finding your g-spot once more, he finished his assault right there.”

“HH-hhunnnnngghhh ANI ‘s too much too much too much”

“Huh uh I know it is. not. Angel. You can’t feel her clenching around me/ She just wants me to keep going doll, I assume you do too?

“Huhhhhnnghhh fuck mmhm’

“That’s what I thought”

Continuing his assault, Anakin didn’t know how much longer he could last with the vice grip that your pussy had on him. He surely knew you wouldn’t last much longer because of the way your body kept convulsing to his touch, anywhere. On your tummy, your thighs, or your arms you immediately flinched like he shocked you, and that’s how he knew. Using one hand to lean himself up against the bed frame, he used the other to snake down to your clit and rub tight hard circles.

“Come on baby, I know you’re close’

“H-Hah Ani oh fuckfuckfuckfuck”

“Mhm, let me hear you Angel”

His movements had your tummy feeling so knotted that the second he touched your clit and started making circles, you were done for. You came on his dick with a scream, clenching so hard around Anakin that he damn near was right there with you. He couldn’t help but let you finish because god you looked divine like that. He lost it when your pussy clenched around him so tight that it felt like you were never gonna let go.

“Fffffuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk Angel, where do you want it?”

“Inside me please”

“Mmmmkay sweets”

Anakin thrust 3 more times and finished with a guttural groan. His hips were still moving though and he just couldn’t stop, the feeling of overstimulation making him whimper. The sound had you wanting to go again, but your body was too exhausted, your eyes beginning to flutter shut with Anakin still inside of you<3

You awoke to the warmth surrounding you, realizing you were in the bathtub filled with water, leaning up against Anakin’s chest.

“Hey sleepyhead, how do you feel?”

“Hmm good. Real good.”

You snuggled up against him, the warmth of the water and his chest lulling you back into sleep.

“You’re so beautiful. My precious pretty girl.”

And with that, you let yourself fall back asleep into your pretty boy’s arms. :)

[jenijro]

Hey, you mentioned on a post "#I can do an essay on this whole topic [gay horror podcasts with a plot] and why it’s an important event in history #even though not many people know about horror podcasts it’s still quite important " and... if it's not too audacious to ask for an essay, I'm really curious?

I know Welcome to Nightvale, Alice Isn't Dead, and The Bright Sessions, and I do have a vague sense that Nightvale in the 2010's was a watershed moment of some kind... but I don't know if I know the gay horror podcasts that you're talking about (also I'd so take recommendations) and I'm sure there's more to the history...

So if you should feel like infodumping, this is a info request ;)

Well. I never thought I’d actually get this question but hey, why not.

Okay so maybe I was over exaggerating a bit about it being a big historical event… but I don’t think I am completely wrong either. I think audio dramas are very important in general and I can give you some reason why. And I just want to say I’m not going to act like I’ve known about audio drama for many, many years because I only started listening about two years ago but I will give you what I know about podcasts since before then. (Not going to do an essay but I will yap a lot)

This won’t be just about “gay horror podcasts with a plot” by the way, it will be about audio dramas in general, whether it’s horror or whether it has an overarching plot or is an anthology, etc. It most likely will be gay though. I mean, it’s kind of hard not to do gay.

Now I’m specifically talking about audio drama podcasts because, obviously, audio drama has been around since the 1920s on radio and even before that, so I’m really not getting into all of that. When we are talking podcasts, usually people believe that Welcome to Night Vale was the first, or that it started it all. Welcome to Night Vale was definitely very important to audio fiction (and it’s also really good), but there were fiction podcasts before it or fiction podcasts that came out around the same time that are also well known, now at least, or sometimes less known. At the top of my head I could think of We’re Alive and Our Fair City, but there were definitely podcasts before that or around then, back in the 2000s.

Since then, people have started making their own audio dramas in the 2010s (after WTNV). Let’s see, there’s obviously The Magnus Archives, there’s Wolf 359, The Bright Sessions, The Penumbra, Archive 81, Wooden Overcoats, and there’s so much more, those were just the ones that came to my mind. I can’t say I know how big the audience base was then, but I can say that it definitely grew in 2020.

Oh yeah. The pandemic.

So… 2020 huh? May have not been the best year for the world, but heck, did it give way to audio dramas. Like I said, I don’t know how the audience base was before 2020, but they DEFINITELY got big. And it inspired people to create their own. Let’s see, podcasts created JUST from 2020 itself: Hi Nay, The Cellar Letters, Red Valley, Spirit Box Radio, Malevolent, Mistholme Museum, The Sheridan Tapes, Hello From the Hallowoods, Midnight Burger, The Scarab Archives, Woe.Begone, yeah I could go on forever. This was around the time when more people decided, fuck it, I’m doing my own thing. And fiction podcasts have only grown since then.

Please stick with me, I’m getting to my point through a lot of yapping.

Since 2020, more people have found out about fiction podcasts and even have decided to make their own. And (this is the important part) it allows creators to express themselves. No no nooo, not just express themselves. I mean EXPRESS themselves. No need for any filters of representation. Wanna make everyone gay? MAKE EVERYONE GAY. Wanna make a podcast with a batshit insane plot? MAKE A PODCAST WITH A BATSHIT INSANE PLOT. Wanna voice act every character in the show? DO IT. Wanna use your podcast to secretly (or not so secretly) talk about some real world problems? DO IT. You know that you can’t get banned. Books can get banned. TV shows and movies get banned or cancelled. Audio dramas can’t. Not easily at least.

Please check out this post and this post from @clinical-space-podcast because boy, do they explain a lot of what I am saying very well.

Have I mentioned the gay part? Audio dramas are probably the queerest form of media we have. I feel like before finding audio dramas, I was sort of struggling to find a story with queer people AND an interesting plot. It’s always “queer person slice of life/trying to get through life as a queer person as the entire plot” and I’m not saying those stories are bad. It’s just that sometimes, queer people can just… exist. Or they can be in an actual story. Also, since audio drama opened up an opportunity to more writers, obviously more writers are… writing (I have such a way with words), and this means there are more stories, meaning there are many more GOOD stories that you wouldn’t find anywhere else. So. Good plot AND queer representation?? I’m eating that up.

The first podcast I have ever listened to was The Magnus Archives and even without the queerness, I fucking loved it. The queerness actually surprised me. I was like “wait… they are QUEER? And the story is NOT all about their queerness? Holy shit.” I didn’t know about the entire platform of audio dramas, so after tma, I just thought “oh. I’ll never get anything like this again” (I was talking about a great horror story with an overarching plot and queer characters in said story. Never even thought I’d find a good story ever again). Boy, was I WRONG. Long story short, I found the whole community and pretty much dissolved my entire life into it.

So finding these podcasts really opened my eyes to something new. They also made me realize “hey… I can write whatever the shit I want”. People won’t force me to tone down the queerness. They won’t say it’s too diverse. They won’t say my writing style of horror doesn’t fit in. And this is what I needed.

That being said… I just want to say here that I will be straying from the topic in this paragraph but there are a few things that have to be said about bipoc rep. Motzie Dapul (creator of hi nay) talks about it a lot too. I wish bipoc podcasts were more popular. I can’t say I know a lot of them because they are kind of hard to find, which sucks all by itself. And this is why I love Hi Nay so much. I see people like ME (queer people of color) in this story, while it also has a great story and lovely writing. But the problem is Hi Nay is honestly quite small, even by standards of audio dramas. I wish there were more listeners. And Hi Nay is literally one of the more POPULAR bipoc podcasts. This is just to say that bipoc podcasts should get more attention. Headcanoning a podcast character who’s not canonically a person of color as a person of color does not make a podcast bipoc. I mean obviously, you can headcanon anything you want for a character (as long as it’s not canonically stated otherwise of course), even I do that, but you should just keep this in mind.

Back to topic. I need to say that there are many other reasons why audio dramas are very important but I’m not covering all of it (I’ve done enough lol). This whole thing is just to say audio dramas are important. To me. And hopefully to you too. And if you read all of this, you can see that I’m not great at the whole essay thing, which is why this isn’t an essay, just a shitload of yapping. But I do appreciate that you read all of this.

This is also to say DAMN, I am tired.

[blueflamesazula]

My beautiful Mai doll from Avatar: The Last Airbender (Netflix) I LOVE HER SO MUCH and I worked so hard on her. She is so cuteeeeeeeeee. I love Mai dearly and she is just perfect. Ahhhhhhhhhhh now I have cartoon Mai’s and live action Mai! My life is better (for now!). I was suffering serious burn out, but Mai helped me feel a lot better 😭😭😭😭. Idk what it is about Mai. I love her and she deserves all the love! Thalia Tran is so amazing too! But we can’t forget our other Queen Cricket Leigh Mai too!!!!!! I love Mai. I’m done yapping.

[abottleofkarlheinz]

while we're on the topic of how dl fans like to ignore how actually fucked up their favs are can we also talk about the double standards they have especially with characters like cordelia. like when are ayato and laito stans gonna stop being so scared to talk about how they aren't any better than her?? and i'm saying that as a diehard ayato stan lmfao like laito could literally be a serial rapist and ayato is one of the most physically and emotionally abusive boyfriends you could have 😭 this has always bugged me so much not the hating on cordelia but how people never hold the diaboys to the same standard

[I was gonna answer this yesterday but I forgot 💀 sorry anon]

I think I talked about something like this before on here a few years ago and my opinion hasn't changed much or at all, so basically my thoughts are:

You're obviously correct about how horrible those two are and I personally share your opinion on them not being better than her.

That being said this is an otome game and the focus is on the LIs so I'm not really surprised by the double standards or favoritism, I feel like that's just a standard reaction to any main characters in any fandom (whether those main characters are good or horrible people). The diaboys are basically there to be romanced/thirsted after by the group the game is targeted towards to (masochistic women) so of course the fandom is going to care more for them than cordelia, or any non LI character. Plus all of the other family members of the boys are kinda made to be antagonists in the game (even tho the boys are not any better) so it's really a matter of perspective. The boys are main characters in their respective routes and we find out a lot about them so it's easier to sympathize. Like we see their thoughts and personalities way more than those of the mothers or karl so it's easier to care. It's just that the antagonists are not as complex. [Not that I believe that the LIs themselves are too complex even tho a lot of the fandom would disagree, but rejet has to many changes from game to game for the characters to be completely consistent, plus the plot has more holes than a fucking swiss cheese. But honestly it doesn't matter, this game's in not really a philosophical work on the consequences of child abuse it's just a thrasy otoge about vamps]

What I have a problem with is when they try to pass some sort of moral judgment. Like the LIs are literally not better that most of the antagonist and "they changed" is not a valid argument (and even when they change they're still not really good partners by any normal standards). Plus the only reason they changed is because of yui/mc, so who's to say that the other charas would not change too if they had someone like her?

I think the other reason it's so hard for people to like karl and the moms, specifically cordelia, is cause the bad shit they did was towards their own family, so there's the added factor of "damn they were that horrible to their own blood" and I totally get that, but.....when you remove those feelings and look at it a bit more objectively, the damage they did to the other sacrificial brides is not any better, honestly some may say it's even more cause they straight up murked them. like they're dead, gone bro. no returning lmao.

But I guess my overall opinion on the topic is that I don't care that much.

Like obviously I wish more people would openly talk about how truly morally corrupt and disgusting the boys are and just admit that they like them as that cause this is fiction and it doesn't matter. And obviously I see the fans who refuse to as hypocrites, but also I just don't wanna try to change anyone's opinion. If someone tries to tell me one is way worse than the other and I can't like who I like I'll just tell them to fuck off my blog and keep it pushing.

Sorry for yapping, I just wanted to say as much as I can about this cause I will most likely not be answering anything about this topic again. Not because I minded this ask, but because I think there's no need to repeat myself any further, plus I do feel like the fandom has gotten a bit better now in regards to this matter then it was before. I remember seeing actually insane people in this fandom back in 2015-2019. I'm old (22)

[binomech]

me when i find out they killed a version of me i brought into a hellish world out of grief for trusting the messages i gave him, and the man this version of me loved was killed for being gay, and we don't know each other but we were both alive in the 70s and know that this invitation of shared mourning goes beyond our individual circumstances.

[fulgurbugs]

Post-canon/ timeskip ideas/scribbles compilation

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

Me: *tries to see what the Queen fans on TikTok have to say*

*Jim hate*

*”facts” that may or not be actually true*

*”Freddie Mercury was bisexual-“*

*Using Barbara Valentin as evidence*

*thinking things that happened in the movie actually happened irl*

*general misinformation about everyone and everything*

Me: aaaaand back to Tumblr I go

(open tags at your own risk, there’s a whole essay in there)

[jjkyaoi]

the average polyamorous person jokes are funny (sort of) until it becomes obvious the vitriol some people have for polyam folks comes from the fact that they’re strictly monogamous and do not understand a world where people can live comfortably with multiple people they love and not get jealous and actually have the relationship(s) be normal so they have to paint it all as a weird thing that Weird people do. but you know.

[witawwy-ponyboy-curtis]

okay so I've been thinking abt this for a bit and do we think Dally is underweight? He jockeys for Buck and jockeys are supposed to be light and like around 100 to like 125ish lbs or do we think he just doesn't gaf and jockeys for shits and giggles

[rubber-glovs]

I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually neurotypical or neurodivergent

[orange-artblog]

i made another kid for dark cream (specifically the flavour of it that @zu-is-here made !! ) called Marinade… just because!

heh. yeah bet you didnt Imagine that

below the coat (yeah they have arms… surprise! (those pants are called „peekaloons“ btw))

[creaturetap]

read a review for arctic eggs (video game) that was like "at first, launching eggs into the stratosphere is funny, but it gets old after a while" which, first of all, is a hysterical thing to read about a game you haven't played and know almost nothing about yet. like what do you mean. you can do that.

anyway now that i have played the game a bit, yes that does happen, and no it has not got old yet.

[moldy-flowers]

Guess who it is?

If you had to pick one character from Naruto to completly rewrite and/or redesign: who would it be? Can be a major/minor character.

By this I mean: change their lore, their design, their character relations, their outcome in Boruto, their village affliation, their death, siblings, etc.

Ok this question has been plaguing me for days cause I just couldn't decide,,,

But over all probably Kaguya. There's so much potential for a great backstory there *cough* toxic yuri *cough* but it was wasted bc Kishimoto randomly decided he wanted to write about aliens but couldn't be bothered to make a new story. Like whaaat bsfr rn

Shes pretty but :/ I could make her prettier. Kishi shoulda called me up fr

Honourable mentions that I kept thinking of but I'm OK enough with them that I wouldn't rewrite their whole story:

Konohamaru: I feel like he does virtually nothing for the story, also he's ugly asf. So I would change like,,, most of him.

Naruto: his hair makes me so fucking angry the MAIN CHARACTER should not be so difficult to draw I'm gonna beat someone up

Sakura: I just really want to give her that axe. Also what if we swapped that superstrength for genjutsu. What then. Genjutsu is SO underutilised it makes me insane. It could do so much in the medical field too. Also I just like drawing uneven hair so that's like. All I would change design wise. She's actually got a very solid design. W for Kishi and his team.

Mikoto: I just want her to have a more main role in Sasukes story :( I hc that Sasuke was a direct descendent of Madara so that could have been a really interesting thing for Mikoto. Like what if she could beat up Fugaku. What then. Also she's so pretty for no reason. Like Kishimoto really just made the prettiest gal ever and made her irrelevant. Also I'd give her a better outfit, I'd spoil her with the most gorgeous gowns in the Land of fire.

Neji: what if he and Sasuke held hands. What if they had an arc together where they bonded over their destiny's. Bonded over having the need to prove one's existence. What if they kissed. Kishimoto would never because he's too scared of the potential of them.

Zetsu: i have genuinely no problem with him being a physical being of Kaguyas will. But like. Theres no way out of every person ever no one's had as much will as she. Like. Bsffr rn there should be like. At least a few more come on man :(

Indra: Istg I will bite you Indra not being made head of the clan was such bullshit. And also!!! One person to lead an entire clan is a little!!! Flawed!!! Asura and Indra should have ruled together like 😒

random guy who threw the mask at Naruto: Kill him. Castrate him. Burn him on the stake.