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[homie-one-kenobi]

WIP Wednesday

I was very surprised to be tagged since I've been MIA since like... June 🤣🤣 but thanks for the tag, @starrylothcat 💕

Here's a Fives x Reader that I'm not working on:

You can't remember a time when you didn't love the rain. It didn't matter if it was a torrential downpour or just a gentle mist, the rain captivated you. Even as a youngling, you would find yourself in the Jedi Temple courtyard as the sky turned gray, feeling the raindrops on your cheeks and listening to the melody they created against the pavement. There was something about the way that it washed away the world and refreshed the air that made your soul at ease. Even now, as a Jedi Knight, you still find solace in the sound of raindrops. Many would say that it’s because of your melancholy aura. Or maybe it was because of him. You had met him on Kamino when you were a Padawan. You had asked countless questions about the clones during your lessons, and now, with your Master at your side, you would finally see them up close. The Kaminoan landscape stretched out before you, a seemingly endless expanse of glittering oceans and white clouds. And rain. // As you walk across the transparent tunnel that looks over the cafeteria where young clones eat, you watch in awe at the sheer amount of them packed into the room. Then, one of them glances your way. From such a long distance away, his beauty was undeniable. The way his hair fell in just the right way and how his eyes sparkled when he laughed, made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, as if he was the sun. // And there you were, softly falling like rain drops.

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[littlemissskuldart]

Trying to get get in gear for comics, so I decided to showcase how I imagine Amara looking for each fic. Here's just a few;

The Pilot by @spookyold-saintjm

Losing my Religion by @oonajaeadira

A Fresh Start and Inevitable by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Don't mind the tiny me in the corner of each.

[longitud-de-onda]

I think 27 from your first set of dialogue prompts would be cute for Javi or Whiskey 😍 congrats on your followers, you deserve all of them and more!

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character; jack daniels | agent whiskey

prompt; “i just remembered something.” “what?” “i never actually asked you out on a date.”

warnings; just some sickeningly soft fluff :)

You’re lying on the couch in Jack’s house, breathing in the fresh country air wafting through the open windows. He’s lying on the other wing of the L-shaped cushions, his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his soft hair. It’s not usually like this. Too often are one of you out on a mission, halfway across the world from one another, sparing quick moments over Skype.

But it’s days like this in his farmhouse that make it all worth it.

There’s music playing from an old cassette player on the coffee table and you could almost fall asleep right here. Jack is humming along softly and even though he can’t hit half the notes it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve heard.

You had gotten a call from him this morning saying that he’d was coming back a day early from his mission and you should meet him at his place. He’d drawn you into his arms and kissed you and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear before telling you all about the events of the past couple days as he made lunch and you ate before collapsing onto the couch. As the conversation died out the two of you just laid there together.

“I just remembered something,” Jack says, breaking the peaceful quiet.  “What?”

“I never actually asked you out on a date,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice before you even look down at his face.

You hand stills, lazily tangled in his hair as you try to remember something to prove him wrong. He must have asked you out on a date at some point. But as you run through all your memories, you can’t think of a single moment when Jack asked you out.

You met him years ago when you joined Statesmen and your first kiss was undercover on a mission, and he had walked up to you at a bar to pull you away from a man who was getting too handsy and suddenly you were kissing him. Months of tension between you had fallen away as you ended up occupying only one of the two beds in the hotel room that night.

There hadn’t been time for dates. You had just fallen into step with each other, meeting each other at the Statesmen bar and bringing each other lunch during long days of desk work. Long calls at night when you were out of town, desperately clinging to every syllable of his drawl. You had quietly shifted your lives to include your little apartment and his house, bits of your clothes migrating to one another’s. He would spend the night at yours when late days of work meant the shorter drive would guarantee a few precious minutes of sleep, and you would sleep at his whenever the rare days you had a few days to take things slow occurred. Over the past few months you had begun talking more about cutting down hours, or requesting shorter missions and had been making more efforts to spend more time at Jacks, having not just fallen in love with him, but his sprawling home and property. The quiet of having left the city. The evenings reading out on the porch.

And for all the words exchanged between you, Jack never asked you out.

“I guess you haven’t,” you chuckle, smiling down at him.

“I feel like a right idiot now,” he says.

“Baby, you didn’t need to ask me out,” you say, leaning down to peck him on the lips. “It worked out just fine.”

“Still,” he says, “I would like to invite you out to dinner tonight, darlin’, if you’d like?”

“Of course, Jack,” you smile.

“Guess it’s a date then,” he says, eyes shutting as he keeps smiling. You resume your light caresses through his hair, which you know lull him to sleep. You feel your eyes growing heavy as you drift off for an afternoon nap.

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[max--phillips]

For the writing prompts: 63 & 145 with Din, maybe?

Hey! Happy belated birthday! I hope,, that u enjoy this. it’s just dumb fluff. also I accidentally added part of 46 but w/e

Warnings: None! Just dumb sweetness!

Words: 1.4k

You’d been trying your best to sleep, but all you could do is toss and turn. The eerie quiet on the ship wasn’t helping, either. The kid was sound asleep, Din was piloting the ship through hyperspace, and you were supposed to be taking this time to get some rest as well. It’d be a few hours in hyperspace, anyway, and it was a perfect moment of respite to catch some sleep. But your thoughts were keeping you up, and the silence surrounding you made them that much louder.

Things had been going… well. There really wasn’t anything specific bothering you. You thought, anyway. Nothing had been happening, not really, and your partnership with Din had been growing into a fairly close friendship. As soon as that word entered your mind, though, you knew that was the problem. You desperately wished it was more than a friendship. You’d been harboring a crush on him since you first joined his small crew (if you could even call it a crew; yourself, Din, and a weird baby didn’t quite fit that definition), and as you two grew closer platonically, it just got worse. You wished he’d join you in bed, you wished he’d take his helmet off and kiss you, you wished he’d let you help him with more than just babysitting, keeping the ship in working order, and occasionally patching up injuries.

Okay, fine, so that’s what was bothering you. You wanted to be more than just friends with Din, but you genuinely weren’t sure if he felt the same way. Any time you thought you had it figured out, he’d do something to put you back at square one. It was frustrating, to say the least, but at the same time you didn’t mind. You just wanted to spend time with him, and if you ended up having to do that as just friends, that’s how it would have to be.

You glanced across the ship from your cot to the ladder leading up to the cockpit. You weren’t getting any sleep, anyway, so what’s the harm? You rolled out of bed, in the loose pajama pants and stained shirt you wore to sleep in, and climbed the ladder. You entered the cockpit, and Din swiveled around, looking at you.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, concern laced in his voice. It was subtle, anyone who hadn’t spent as much time with him as you have would’ve missed it, but it was there. You smiled.

“Nothing, just can’t sleep,” you answered, sitting in the copilot’s seat and looking up out of the viewport at the bright blue streaks of hyperspace.

“Usually, that means something’s bothering you,” Din said, turning back around towards the controls and flipping a couple of controls. He was right, that was usually the case. You just couldn’t talk to him about what was bothering you this time. Well, you could, but you ran the risk of making a complete fool of yourself. Unless he felt the same, and this could all be over. But still, if he didn’t…

“I don’t think anything’s bothering me,” you said, shrugging a little bit. “Dunno. Just can’t sleep.”

“You don’t think anything’s bothering you?” Din asked. Investigative as always. That might be your downfall.

“Well, you know, subconsciousness and all that,” you responded, waving your hand towards the back of your head. Din just hummed, knowing that wasn’t the full story.

His concern was appreciated, though, and you wanted so badly to tell him the truth. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth? What was stopping you? Maybe your sleeplessness was giving you this small burst of courage, or maybe something else, but you figured… you may as well. Right? Worst thing that could happen, he doesn’t feel the same way. Which you expected anyway.

“I guess… there might be something,” you said finally, casting your eyes to the floor, nerves quickly starting to compete with the courage you had.

“What is it?” he asked, turning to face you again. You wished he hadn’t done that. Speaking to his back was a little easier than the intimidating beskar facade paying you full attention.

“I… I was just thinking, um,” you started, swallowing hard and looking over to the side. “Where… are we? What, um… Listen, I’m… we’re good friends, but, I was just wondering if… maybe… there was a chance we could be… more?” You inwardly cringed at your own wording and inability to make a coherent sentence.

“More?” Din asked curiously. You looked at him and he had his head cocked just a little bit, and you knew you maybe hadn’t made yourself entirely clear.

“I… Din, I think… these past few months have been amazing, and I’ve gotten to know you better, and we’ve gotten closer and… I’ve kind of been nursing a crush on you for a long time, and I can’t tell how you feel about me,” you admit, more succinctly.

Din was quiet, and you only got more nervous the longer he didn’t speak. Of course, you couldn’t tell that there was a dumbstruck look on his face as he came to understand what you meant, slowly being replaced with a wide smile. Finally he took too long, and you stood, starting to walk away.

“Just forget I said anything, it’s--”

He grabbed your arm and said your name, stopping you before you could get to the ladder. “I’ve been doing the same thing,” he said, quieter than usual, and you could almost hear his smile in his voice.

You look up at him, where his eyes would be, mouth agape as he told you this. You blinked a few times. “Really?”

He nodded, letting go of your arm and standing back. “I’m not very good at this,” he admitted. “I couldn’t figure out how you felt. I assumed you didn’t feel the same way, and I… wouldn’t know how to act on those feelings if you did.”

You smile at him, taking a step back into his space and pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re doing a fine job,” you tell him, burying your face in his neck where just fabric was exposed. He took a moment, but wrapped his arms around you as well. They were strong and warm, just like you’d imagined they would be, even with his armor still on. It was quiet for a few moments like this before you pulled your head away and looked at him again. “Can I kiss you?”

Din hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Hold on. Do you… mind wearing a… blindfold?” he asked, almost nervously; a tone you weren’t used to hearing from him.

“That’s fine,” you tell him, smiling.

He glanced around the cockpit, finally landing on a medpac that was stashed away. He opened it quickly, taking out some bandages, and tore a piece off to wrap around your eyes. Once it was securely over your eyes, blocking out any light, you heard him set his helmet on the floor. You reached out for him, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to yours urgently. You could feel the scratch of short facial hair, his lips were slightly chapped but still soft, his nose pressed into your cheek. You reached up and put your hands around his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. He seemed to tense at the touch, but quickly melted into it. You could only imagine how long it’s been since he’d been touched there by another person.

You stayed like that for a while, finally kissing after such a long time of denying yourselves from the connection, reveling in the close contact. It was perfect, and you couldn’t believe you got to do this… again, and again, and again. Eventually, the two of you pulled away, partly for air and partly because you were sure you’d been there for hours.

“Go back to bed,” Din said, softly. His unmodulated voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you could truly hear the concern and the smile in his voice. Some part of you wished you could see it, but you knew that was asking too much.

“Only if you come with me,” you said, tilting your head as if you could look at him through this blindfold.

He chuckled quietly, which was a sound you hadn’t heard from him before. You had seen it, or thought you heard it, but it never quite came through the modulator. And it was a sound you immediately fell in love with.

“Alright, cyar’ika, I’ll be down in a second.”

[pandawritesmanythings]

29 with Dark or Yancy because SOFT

When Yancy found you in the corner of your room hugging your knees, the first thing that came to his mind was:

I'm about to hurt a person.

"(Y/N)? Doll, what's wrong?" He kneeled by your side, controlling his rage.

"Nothing. It's dumb. Really." You sniffled wiping your tears and avoiding your inmate's worried gaze.

"No, doll. Nothing you can say could be dumb to me." He cradled your face with his hand.

You chuckled sadly. "It really is."

"Try me."

Your gaze fell to the floor. A combination of fear, anxiety and guilt bubbling up in your stomach.

"It's just... I think I just realized how long I'm really going to be here." Tears glistened in your eyes. "I had a life out there Yance. And what if... What if I don't make it out alive?" Your eyes found his in a search for comfort, but could only detect hurt.

Yancy, on his side was confused. He had thought for a second that you had wanted to live a life with him here. But obviously the universe still wanted to snatch everything he could hold dear from his hands.

"Youse know I would never let anyone hurt ya, right?"

That rendered you speechless. "I-I..." Yes. Of course you knew. He had been so kind to you from the moment you grew past your differences. But it had never occurred to you that the guy who basically ran the place amongst the inmates would ever care about your well being.

"Did I do somethin' to make you doubt that?" He asked tilting your head softly with his finger.

You just shook your head.

"You're safe with me, doll." He assured you while sitting right next to you and hugging your shoulders so you would be closer to him. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt ya as long as I'm here."

You returned the hug softly and snuggled closer to him, laying your head on the crook of his neck. Tiny Tim Box tattoo in view.

Both of you made eye contact, and in the tenderness of the moment you pecked him softly in the lips.

He wasn't surprised by the action, but he did seem to melt, as his eyes softened even more.

You both stood in the corner for a long time before either of you spoke again.

"Doll, did anyone threaten you? 'Cause I had never seen you like this before-."

"No. It's okay, Yance. It's just... One of the new guys was being a jerk. But it's okay, you don't have to worry about it-."

Too late. He kissed your temple and dashed out the door in a frenzy.

Oh lord. You had to stop him. Another body in his records was not gonna look good.

[francisketches]

Commision for @spookyold-saintjm!

For her series based on The Mandalorian, The Pilot. Please check it out it’s real good!

[onehellofanaskblog]

*kisses the side of din's helmet* are you getting enough sleep? i'm sure one at least one of these guys could keep an eye on the little one for a while.

“I’ve actually been sleeping more than I have in a while,” Din tells you. “The bed here is significantly more comfortable than back on the ship, too. Frankly, these guys have been considerable help.” He pauses. “How much is your definition of enough, though?”

[anime-alyssa]

Okay, but...Poe is kinda hot when he’s mad ngl, and I see it as not being such a bad thing when he’s in a mood™️

poe mad is an absolute turn on. he can come in yelling at you about something or just yelling about something and you start to feel it in you that you’re horny and he knows it and thats when the sex gets reeeeal rough

[cptnbvcks]

I just want you to know you’re one of my fave tumblrs and I hope you have an amazing rest of your week ✨

I LOVE YOU THANK YOU 🥵🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEK URSELF BABY

[strangerfoundmahblog]

Tagged by the wonderful @spookyold-saintjm

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.

1. Name: Anna 🤠

2. Nickname: I don't have one

3. Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

4. Height: 5'1"

5. Language: English & Spanish

6. Nationality: American

7. Favorite Season: Winter

8. Favorite Flowers: Carnations

9. Favorite Scent: Sea Kelp

10. Favorite Color: Too many choices 😭 I absolutely love crimson

11. Favorite Animal: hard to choose a favorite when you think all animals are cute

12. Favorite Fictional Character: ATM- Connor from Detroit: Become Human 🤖

13. Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: They're all good 😌

14. Average Sleep Hours: 9 Hrs

15. Dog or Cat Person: Animal Person

16. Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Two

17. Dream Trip: Las Vegas

18. Blog Established: I get a feeling my blog is hella old since I cant remember when I started it

19. Followers: 576

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Literally just tagging people I see in my notifications 👻

[avarkriss]

Thank you for existing, you are loved! Send this to ten people, who in your opinion deserves such a sweet message in their inbox. Nothing bad will happen if you don’t, but imagine the smiles.

Omg thank you so much 💗 💕

[homie-one-kenobi]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by @wizardofrozz 👁️👁️ I have thoughts and then write a plot only to leave them alone for years lmao

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

1. package Dark_Reality (Steve Rogers x OC)

2. Untitled Murder Mystery (Daredevil x OC)

3. Burning Chaos (Dr. Strange x god! OC)

4. Whiteroom (Clint Barton x OC)

5. The Hourglass Keeper (unknown romance x OC)

6. Last Kiss (Clone Trooper Dogma x Reader)

7. Look What You Made Me Do (ARC Trooper Fives x Jedi Reader)

8. So It Goes (Commander Thorn x Reader)

9. spitting yes good lol (Commander Wolffe x Advisor Reader)

10. We Can Call It Even (Captain Rex x Agent Reader)

11. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve (Commander Thorn x Senator Reader)

12. The Lost in Time Trilogy - Created by War, In Eyes of Ember, and Remember the Beginning (Commander Cody x OC)

13. Untitled Star Wars Work (Lieutenant Thire x OC)

14. The Outlaw Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey x OC)

15. New Year, New Fortuna (crack fic Bib Fortuna x Reader)

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[clonecaptains]

I gotta tell you that I read your Nathan fic yesterday and 1) amazing work 2) I absolutely had a dream about him last night and oh god it was something 🥵 so thank you for the inspo for my subconscious I suppose 😅💀

thank you!! and omg?? youre the second person to tell me they had a nathan dream?????? this is AWESOME LOL 

[max--phillips]

How are the gents most likely show affection? Is it primarily verbal, physical, their actions, etc.

OOH GOOD QUESTION yes yes yes i like this

Din is pretty bad at showing affection at first because he doesn’t have a single goddamn idea what he’s doing. But, after a while, he mainly shows it through physical affection; touches, hugs, the forehead press thing, cuddling, all that stuff. He also every now and then will buy little things that remind him of you if you guys are somewhere with a fairly sizable market. He’s awkward as hell with words, so he very rarely vocalizes it to you.

Ezra just goes all fuckin’ out. He never shuts the hell up, has a trillion ways to tell you you’re beautiful and that he loves you. He’s always touching you, like, CONSTANTLY. Holding your hand, cuddling you, having his arm around you, all of it. And he buys you stuff all the time. If you want it it’s yours. He never once complains about his duties to keep the ship or apartment or whatever clean, and he’ll even do your share of the work if you’re not feeling well or are just having a bad day. He says he’d cook you dinner if he could, but that’s gotten a lot more difficult since he lost his right arm, so he resigns to just helping. He remembers every important date (birthdays, anniversaries, etc). He’s so good at it that it can honestly be overwhelming sometimes

Javi. Oh, Javi. He’s also really bad at showing affection. He can’t verbalize it, and the only physical way he knows is kissing and sex which sometimes doesn’t cut it. So his affection is mainly through his actions. Fixing things around the apartment, buying you flowers and gifts, cooking the like... two things he knows how to cook, remembering your favorite drinks and ordering them for you, putting on your favorite music, taking you out on dates to your favorite places. He’s not quite as on top of things as Ezra, though, and he can be forgetful which is sort of infuriating, but he makes it up to you one way or another.

Whiskey’s a touchy-feely kind of guy, and he’s also the type to buy you literally anything you could ever want. You come home to flowers randomly on unimportant dates and you worry for a minute like did I forget our anniversary? this is an awfully nice bouquet. Then you read the note on it and it’s just like “saw this and thought of u hope u like it” and you have to tell him to stop buying you hundred dollar bouquets for the hell of it. But he’s also going to kiss you and hug you and get kinda handsy (especially if you guys are out for dinner in a booth in a restaurant or seeing a movie or something? christ), and it’s like you always have at least one (1) hickey on you somewhere at all times.

Max Phillips is a pretty verbal dude. Showering you in compliments constantly, saying or texting you “i love you”s randomly all the time, telling you how good you smell (is it the new perfume or because you’re still living and he’s hungry? the world may never know). He’ll keep it to a “you look very nice today” at work, but the way he looks at you says a lot more.

[nightfuryobsessed]

👛 &💞

👛 - do you have a bucket list? and 

💞 - are loving someone and being in love with someone different?

Bucket list...no. I don’t think so. I just live life as much as I can. Whatever happens, happens. 

Love vs being in love. To me, there’s a huge difference. To love someone is more platonic or familial, and being in love is romantic. Being in love means that you’d do whatever to help that person and make sure that they’re safe. This goes to another level than platonic or romantic if that makes sense

[diindjariin]

@spookyold-saintjm: This is art

no, my friend - you are the art

@totallygroovyllama: I love this! So good!

i love you!!!!!!!!!!!

@hey-there-cowboy: Hhhhh this is so good

awe thanks so much!

@cheesecake-manufacturer This is so so beautiful. I love how you spun the episode in your own way. I think this might be me self projecting but I got a summer vibe from this, like a warm and calm feeling with no stress. Also I feel like in general Mando fics have a lot of common plot points/tropes but I feel like this is something really special. And my heart hurts for Mando longing but I’m living for the slow burn also 😅😅 thank you so much!!

my response is under the cut because it’s long and smooshy

i.........appreciate this so much! the fact that you took time out of your day to write this long, thoughtful message is super sweet and lovely!

i really wanted to write about episode 4 but also just make it more compliant with a reader-character that has been traveling with din for a while. i also was looking at the transcript for episode 4 and noticed that din says “we caused a lot of trouble a few weeks back” or something similar to that. so take that amount of time, and then also add many another week or two to train the villagers, and like....episode 4 is like a month? or more? and i really loved the idea of that (because i LOVE westerns) and there’s a trope in westerns of the cowboy coming across a village that’s peaceful, setting down roots, and then things go awry and he needs to leave. i love that idea for din within the context of the episode, but i also love thinking about that idea with din + reader. he loves her, but hasn’t really had the time to think about that love/dissect it. but then obvious stuff.........goes to shit. and they have to leave.

i’m very much in favor of a soft mando. i know some writers like to make him a little more.......direct? like any smut fic i’ve read has him kinda taking charge and being all fap fap fap. which is totally fine! we all have our different headcanons for din. but for me, din is so touch starved, so kind and broken and empathetic but with no outlet for it, that he just.....isn’t like that. i’m really trying to explore the soft side of this character that we get to see small glimpses of in the first half of the season and then see a LOT in the second half. he’s sooooo soft, and i love exploring what that would look like in a romantic context.

i’ve always been a fan of slow burn. that’s what i love in general, but i also feel like it just works with his character really well. he’s soft and shy and in love but, like he says in “By the Water” he doesn’t know how to. i don’t know how much longer the slow burn will last, to be honest. i’m gonna keep adding to this series until i run out of steam but in terms of like, how many parts there will be before they admit their feelings for one another? before they sleep together? kiss..........maybe? no fucking clue man. i have no plan.

BUT ANYWAY sorry for the rant your response just made me want to talk a little bit about the thoughts in my head. i love you a lot and appreciate your message so so much. thank you for your kind words. literally the best thing, i think, for a writer is to have people tell them what they think about their work. reblogs and likes are great but they don’t tell me what parts moved you, what you liked most, what i could improve on. so thank you so much.