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stolen-pen-name23 ¡ 2 years ago
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can i please have chronically exhausted obi-wan constantly wearing himself thin and it starts to concern everyone and someone needs to guide him to bed and give him some hot cocoa and pet his hair (greying from stress) back from his face & he needs to be treated so gently please
Hello Anon and thank you for this prompt! I am SO SORRY it has taken me so long. It's been sitting in my inbox for literal months, but I finally put something together for it!
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The thing about Obi-Wan Kenobi is he won’t willingly show anyone how hard the war is on him — how badly he’s taking it all. 
Though he is a skilled and cunning warrior, that part of him is the part he resents the most. He loathes the clever strategist and despises the skilled swordsman. He takes no pride in his achievements in battle — not when he’s experienced so many losses. 
It is this side of himself he can’t stand to be alone with. 
The latest battle was a bad one — ultimately successful, but Obi-Wan doesn’t consider any battle a success. Not really. So when he stumbles back into his quarters on board The Negotiator, he doesn’t stay long. He stays long enough to wash the dirt and grim and blood spatter off of his skin, but he leaves as soon as he possibly can. 
His men walk through the halls and he can sense their somber moods before they can even pause in their strides to salute him. 
He’s always hated the gesture. 
Exhaustion clings to his bones, but he doesn’t dare go back to his quarters. Besides, he has plenty of work to do. Even if he wanted to crawl into his bunk, he knows it would not be the responsible choice. Briefings and reports await him, as does the latest batch of death certificates he needs to sign. 
He makes his way to a meeting room near the bridge and settles in for a night of paperwork meant to sum up the events that would never truly leave Obi-Wan’s mind. 
His datapad flickers to life and he squints at the bright blue light before his eyes adjust and he sets to work. 
The progress he makes seems minuscule as the never-ending reports keep coming in for him to fill out. He yawns a few times and rubs his dry eyes, but manages to stay awake and work on his reports.
Until someone clears their throat.
Startled, Obi-Wan looks up sharply before he realizes it’s Cody that stands before him. A small voice in the back of his head wonders why he didn’t sense Cody appear as soon as he was within fifty feet of him, but he shelves the thought for another time. 
“Hello Commander,” Obi-Wan says. His voice comes out hoarse from disuse. 
“General,” Cody says, almost tentative. “I think you should go to bed.”
“What about you?” Obi-Wan deflects. “You were in the battle just as I was and here you stand. If I need my rest then so do you.”
“Sir, I have rested. It’s morning.” 
Obi-Wan blinks in surprise. It’s so hard to tell when morning and night begin and end when traveling through hyperspace. Just another aspect of this war he cannot stand. 
“I didn’t realize,” Obi-Wan says honestly. Though, even if he did, he’s not sure he would have returned to his quarters anyway. He runs a hand through his grey-flecked hair, smoothing it back and out of his eyes. 
“It’s alright. I know yesterday was… difficult.”
“It’s always difficult,” Obi-Wan says, more to himself than to Cody, yet sympathetic eyes stare back at him. 
“I know,” Cody says softly. “We’ve all been there, General.” 
Though the words are meant to be empathetic, they only make Obi-Wan feel colder. He doesn’t want Cody to feel the way he does. He doesn’t want anyone to feel the way he does. 
“What I’m trying to say…” Cody begins, seemingly picking up on Obi-Wan’s thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that you’re not alone in this. Just cause you’re the General doesn’t mean you aren’t one of us — one of our brothers.”
Something in Obi-Wan threatens to crack open. He keeps his composure, but he knows how much those words mean. He knows better than most the value of brotherhood. 
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says softly, holding Cody’s gaze and hoping he understands just how much he means it. 
“Of course, General.” Cody nods his head to the door. “Ready to go to your quarters now?”
“Yes, I think I am.” Obi-Wan stands, but a wave of dizziness hits him. He sways on his feet, unsteady until a firm grip grabs his arm and holds him upright. 
“Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. No need for concern,” Obi-Wan says, waving him off.
Cody frowns but doesn’t fight him. His grip loosens, but Cody doesn’t let go of Obi-Wan the entire way to his quarters. Obi-Wan finds he doesn’t mind. 
When they get to his door, a sudden wave of dread crashes over him. 
“Cody,” Obi-Wan chokes. His mouth is so dry he can barely speak his Commander’s name. “I can’t be here… I can’t be here alone.” 
“I can stay with you if you’d like?” 
Obi-Wan’s cheeks redden in humiliation, but he can’t bring himself to turn down Cody’s offer. Cody follows him inside.
Only when he lays eyes on his bed does he realize how exhausted he truly is. He sags down into it, even with his boots still on his feet. 
“Goodnight, General,” Cody says.
“Goodnight,” Obi-Wan murmurs.
In the morning, he finds himself covered in a blanket he didn’t have before, his boots set neatly on the floor, and his Commander watching over him at his side
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bet-on-me-13 ¡ 2 months ago
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The cult of...Danny Fenton?
So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.
He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.
So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.
They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.
They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.
Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.
Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"
After his birthday, they kept up the joke.
It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.
Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!
He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.
Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."
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jestroer ¡ 10 months ago
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Guys, there are. Two shadow people on the new banner
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wolfienation ¡ 1 month ago
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"when did agatha realize he's wanda's son?"
in that moment. in that very last moment. excellent face acting by kathryn hahn because you see the second the pieces click into place. what pieces are those?
he's powerful enough to break a spell cast by the scarlet witch. he knew exactly where to find her in westview, which he would know because billy was right there when wanda cast the spell. in this episode he is able to say the name nicholas scratch further confirming rio's statement "that boy isn't yours". and, in that last scene, he very much sounds like a naive hero, which was how agatha viewed wanda for the majority of wandavision. he says he doesn't want to be that kind of witch, he doesn't want to hurt people, he doesn't want to kill anyone to further his own agenda.
and in that last moment, her behavior shifts because he's no longer just this kid she has been looking out for. he's wanda's son.
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cuterefaction ¡ 1 month ago
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Trektober Day 20 - Only One Bed. Rosalind Chao gave the impression of trying SO hard to hint the polycule into existence. I hope in some AU or other Keiko was successful.
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heartorbit ¡ 1 month ago
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figure skating set right now please. thanks
#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#emu otori#proseka#tsukasa tenma#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#GUYS I AM PUTTING OFF WORKING ON MY COSPLAY SOMETHING STUPID. im tireddddd i like sleeepingggff i want to play and drawwwww#after work ​I literally ate a giant bowl of mac n cheese and climbed into bed. lifestyle choices of a 9 year old#anyways i want figure skaitng set. bad. PJSK HAS A WEIRDLY LOW NUMBER OF ACTUALLY WINTERY SETS... like 3. kind of.#i have some thumbnail sketches but im kind of stumped on composition for them. my idea was a nene focus set#(IF HER NEXT FOCUS ISNT PHANTOM OF THE OPERA THEMED INWILL DIE. BADLY. THEYRE GOING TO AN OPER AHOUSE. PLEADBR)#originally my idea was for nene to be biting a medal i was very sold on it bc i love nenes competitive side#however her outfit is so nice i want it to also be part of the art .. its heavily inspired by that one iconic eunsoo lim dress#from her somewhere in time program iirc. im really undatisfied with emus dress tbh my origimal idea was to give it a phoenix look#but a lot of the firebird/phoenix skating programs have very sleek dresses and i want emus to be fluffy. the balance is hard ..#and since i want her program song to be once upon a dream from sleeping beauty i swerved to make it look a bit like auroras ? but again#it definitely feels like the weakest of everybodys ... maybe i just love her too much and want her to look the best. sorry wxs.#tsukasas outfit is supposed to look like a shooting star. easy. program music moonlight sonata 3rd movement like from dazzling light. easy.#actually i like takahashi daisukes moonlight sonata program its a medley of the 1st and 3rd movement.. i think the calm at the beginning#is best. maybe smth like that.. for his card inhad him doing a haircutter spin but again. the outfits good i want the outfit visible. damn.#ruis the one im very set on even now. girl why are you so phantom of the opera.#it has a lot of beautiful programs to reference but the outfit i didnt really have any solid reference i kind of just balled#my main idea was to make it look a bit like both christine and the phantom.... gender Fluid.#my yapfest... i should be SEWING!!!!!!!!#despite my yapping im not that well versed in figure skating i cant really distinguish jumps i just like it . and medalist#i only do normal skating. bc i played hockey for like 7 years LOLLLL inlove skating though Heart.
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spookberry ¡ 11 months ago
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Idiot to Idiot communication
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void-dude ¡ 3 months ago
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WAIT I GOT A QUESTION ABOUT TAD so before his dimension was destroyed, could he also see the third dimension or did he only start to see it AFTER the his dimension was destroyed? If it was only after, how did he take it? Now that he knew just what bill was referring to when he was young? THE POTENTIAL ANGST WONT LET ME SLEEP HELP
Also btw, been loving your pibes and shapes au I’ve been eating everything UP
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So my idea was that Tad did have a type of eye mutation! But it wasn’t as severe or noticeable as Bills. He always had the desire to be “ normal “ so “ just because I see something dark and shiny in the corner of my eye if I look really far to the side doesn’t mean I can’t have a normal life “ was what he told himself. Once he met baby Bill, he really really wanted him to think the same. He kept telling him “ Billy please pretend you can’t see it “ or “ keep looking at me, that way your eye is visible a little bit, that’s enough to live normally “
Too bad Tad was the reason Bill got the wrong idea of his developing powers! Tad was an exception not an example! People can’t twist that way, Billy. They can’t turn like Tad. Your powers don’t stay the same either Billy, you’re setting things on fire Billy
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obsob ¡ 1 year ago
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hmm anyway. holds u in my arms
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diamond-vic ¡ 4 months ago
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I love Brackenpaw in the graphic novel so much oh my god. He’s so polite and he only speaks in normal (by normal, I mean not-all-caps lettering you’d see in day to day) lettering. It’s probably to contrast him with how excitable and loud Cinderpaw is, but since Every Single Other Character always talks in all caps it just makes him seem like such a polite quiet little guy.. I adore him so much
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ruporas ¡ 1 year ago
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captain's warm hugs! (id in alt)
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aunmenosheteroenespanol ¡ 8 months ago
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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
Tommy's family arc
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jel-jel-jel ¡ 7 months ago
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hey do you guys like dedf1sh
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that-foul-legacy-lover ¡ 1 year ago
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SAGAU brainrot where after being hunted for being an "imposter" in Fontaine you escape to the sea, desperate for somewhere safe- or somewhere to die peacefully, the blood from your wounds seeping into the water and staining it red, then an odd glittering gold. it's blissfully silent under the waves, sea creatures flocking around and following you through the depths as you sink deeper and deeper, eyes finally having a chance to close after days of staying awake out of terror. there's a small, exhausted smile on your face, weak and dizzy from the blood loss but finally not being pursued, left alone to pass peacefully from this world you used to love so much.
but you don't die- instead you're awoken by a mournful echoing sound, the water around you sparkling and peculiar. you move your hand and the water moves with it, swirling into flowing designs like silk, cushioning your open wounds and soothing the sting. the echoing sound calls again, closer this time, and when you turn you meet the crystalline eye of a familiar face- Foul Legacy, adorned with fins and patches of scales from the influence of the Primordial Sea.
Legacy's eye widens at the site of you, his song changing from saddened to ecstatic, then fading as he takes in your wounds, just barely scabbed over and shining with gold. he whines, quickly swimming a circle around you and wrapping his tail around your legs- who dared to do this to you, the Creator? who dared lay a hand on your skin, tearing it so? he knows it's you, his Abyssal instincts soothed and calm in your divine presence, and Foul Legacy lets out a low growl at the thought of someone hurting you. but it quickly turns to a whimper when you flinch away, his claws hovering over your shoulders as he croons gently- you need rest and time to recover, and he gently wraps his arms around you as your eyes close, nudging his horned head against your cheek with a sweet purr, the first kindness you've experienced in Teyvat.
together you sink further into the Primordial Sea, away from the ignorance and hatred of the surface above, and Teyvat falls silent once more.
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claraoswalds ¡ 7 months ago
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This is a brand new science for me, and I love it. The language of luck. 'Cause what is a coincidence but a form of accident? Two things bumping together unexpectedly. Like you and me.
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fairuzfan ¡ 11 months ago
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I don't understand why people are so against boycotting Starbucks honestly. Ok separate from Palestine, don't you want to help take down a megacorp? Isn't this what you all were saying with "eat the rich"? Well. We're eating them!
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