#this took forever but i'm pretty happy with it!

[anakinca]

I have this idea... There is a strong storm on Coruscant, Anakin's padawan is afraid of storms so she goes to look for him in his room since it's night time and there is no one in the corridors.

She arrives at the door but she feels ashamed to look for him because of something silly when she was about to leave, the door opens and she sees Anakin with a frown of concern when he sees his pretty girl with her eyes shining with tears, Anakin is about to ask her what's wrong when a thunder sounds and she shrieks and in an unconscious movement she rushes to hug Anakin by the waist with her face pressed to his (perfect 😍) chest.

Anakin lifts her up in his arms puts her on his bed he lays down next to her, faces her and looks at her with so much love , he tells her that as long as she is with him she should not be afraid he will protect her. In an act of adoration Anakin kisses her on the lips. And so she falls asleep happy to hear the constant heartbeat of her beloved master.

I hope you like it 💗 Please, fluff

—❝your sanctuary❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; this was so adorable to write, angel 😭😭 i loved loved LOVED coming up with something for this, so i'm hoping u all enjoy this <333 also guys pls i swear im responding to all your requests soon, i'm writing all of them as of now 😭 but my requests are always open, so please feel free to send any in <3

THE STORM ON CORUSCANT RAGED WITH A FEROCITY THAT RATTLED THE VERY WALLS OF THE JEDI TEMPLE. Lightning painted the city in stark flashes of white and silver, the thunder following like a giant’s roar, shaking the floors beneath your feet. Rain streamed against the windows in relentless sheets, the sound echoing down the empty corridors.

You couldn’t sleep. Not with the storm raging outside, each crack of thunder making your chest tighten just a little more. The shadows seemed darker tonight, the cold more biting. It was silly, you told yourself over and over again. You were a Jedi Padawan—fear of storms was something you should’ve outgrown long ago. But no matter how much you repeated it, your feet carried you down the dimly lit hallways toward the one place that always made you feel safe; your master’s quarters.

Stopping just outside his door, you hesitated—the shame creeping in like a cold breeze. What were you doing? Anakin would probably laugh or tease you for this. Or worse—he’d think less of you for being so afraid of something so small. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. Maybe you should just go back to your room. The storm wouldn’t last forever, and you could handle a few more hours of this… right?

Just as you turned to leave, the door slid open with a soft hiss, and there he was.

Anakin stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed in concern, his hair adorably tousled from sleep. He was shirtless with only a black lounge robe on, hanging just slightly off his frame, and yet he somehow still looked like the most solid, comforting presence in the galaxy. His eyes—those familiar, warm blue eyes—softened the moment they landed on you.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice low and a little rough from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

The words hit you like a wave, and before you could answer, a deafening clap of thunder shook the Temple. You couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips, or the way your feet carried you forward in an instant. Without thinking, you threw your arms around his waist, pressing your face into the warm, solid expanse of his chest.

His body stiffened for only a second before he melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around you protectively. One hand rested on your back, the other gently cradling your head as he leaned down, pressing his cheek lightly to the top of your hair. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t say anything, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his robe as you buried yourself deeper against him. His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your ear, a quiet, comforting rhythm that began to calm the storm inside you, even as the one outside continued to rage.

After a moment, he shifted, his hands never leaving you as he scooped you up effortlessly into his arms. The motion caught you by surprise, but you didn’t protest, instead curling into him like a lifeline. He carried you back inside, the door sliding shut behind him, muffling the sound of the storm ever so slightly.

He crossed the room to his bed, lowering you onto the soft mattress with the utmost care, as if you were something fragile and precious—which to him, you are.

You watched him through tear-brimmed eyes as he settled beside you, his body close but not overwhelming—his face soft with concern and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Reaching out, he brushed a strand of hair from your face with the kind of tenderness that made your chest ache. His touch lingered, his thumb gently tracing along your cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “As long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you. I won’t let it.”

The sincerity in his voice, the sheer weight of his promise, made your heart flutter. His eyes held yours, filled with so much love, so much quiet devotion, that it made the rest of the galaxy seem insignificant.

You nodded, your lips parting as if to say something, but the way he looked at you stole the words before they could come. His gaze was intense yet tender, as if you were the only thing in the galaxy that mattered to him in that moment.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The storm continued to rage outside, but it felt distant now, like it couldn’t reach you here. His hand moved to cup your face fully, his thumb tracing soft circles along your cheekbone. And then, as if compelled by a force greater than himself, he leaned in.

You froze, your breath catching as his lips brushed against yours, hesitant and searching. It was a kiss unlike anything you had imagined—soft, reverent, and filled with so much unspoken emotion that your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed back. For a brief second, you thought he might pull away, but then he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, as if he couldn’t help himself.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes searched yours, filled with an almost desperate kind of love and a flicker of guilt that quickly faded as you leaned into him, your trust in him unwavering.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I couldn’t...”

You shook your head, stopping him from continuing, a small, trembling smile gracing your lips. “Don’t be.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around you once more as he pulled you close. This time, you didn’t hesitate, letting yourself melt into him completely. His embrace was your sanctuary, his warmth chasing away every lingering trace of fear.

The storm outside continued to rumble, but in his arms, you felt nothing but peace. His heartbeat, steady and constant beneath your ear, became the only sound that mattered. As sleep began to claim you, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your hair, his voice a soft murmur against your skin.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll protect you, always.”

And as your eyes drifted closed, your last thought was exactly that—that no matter how loud the storm grew, as long as you were in his arms, you would always feel safe.

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Kaburamaru's diary

Today, i feel like this is the day I'm afraid are coming. I couldn't speak nor doing anything about it. Shinazugawa took me after the battles, but he went back to sleep not long after, i feel so lost. Then one of the kakushi took me, putting me in this small box. If you are still here, you will never put me in this , you know, it's small, I'm not comfortable. But i couldn't do anything, i didn't want to leave too.

It's unusual, i shouldn't be bothered about it, about my next place because naturally i should go back to my own kind, to the forest. Perhaps i would find a partner too. But i feel so attached to you, and your place.

"hey Kaburamaru kun, I'm Nako, I'm sorry the box is small isn't it? It's just temporary, Shinazugawa sama surely will give you more comfortable place later, alright"

I looked at her, she's grieving too, i guess she lose her beloved too. The evils was defeated, but friend, we lose so many thing. I'm aware she was putting a black kimono, people said it was for funeral, i didn't know much about human tradition, but i guess so. People always crying in those.

"let me take you there, Kaburamaru kun, you must be grieving too" Nako chan was so kind, smiling in between her tears. So different, unlike those people we met in the cage.

....

I know this road, you always humming yourself when we walk through this road, looking at the pretty mansion there, you looked so happy, sometime you are blushing. But you never set your foot in that mansion, as if you hesitate.

It's Kanroji's home. Mitsuri chan family home. I think if they had met you, i know they'll absolutely adore you.

"Kaburamaru kun, let's go,"

Mitsuri chan parents was so beautiful, although they were grieving, mitsuri chan looked a lot like her father. They were kind too.

"Nice to meet you Kaburamaru kun, thank you for helping my daughter with your owner until the end" her mother was caressing me, i was so happy.

Apparently they were kind enough to bring you in. When Nako and them bring me to your place, you were there sleeping peacefully, in white with a lot of flowers, i never see you sleeping this deep, often you suddenly wake up from a nightmare.

Beside you, Mitsuri chan, beautifully sleeping in white too with a lot of flowers. It's like a wedding? You two matching each other. But aren't wedding supposed to be happy? Everyone was crying here.

They allowed me to crawling around you for a bit, you are so cold. An icy cold. It was so unusual. I'm not used to it. The chanting from priest around me, the scent of agarwood incense, the crying...

Obanai chan, we'll truly be separated forever this time isn't t it?

Next time, i wish we could met again.

And then the next time we met, i wish nothing but only happiness for you.

I'll never forget your smile gesture, your vulnerability, your manner, your hardwork, your struggle to live until the very end.

Until we met again, good night, my friend.

"Kaburamaru kun, what a gentle being you are"

[wildflowercryptid]

♫ " when you're laying in the grass, you remember when love was found " ♪ ♫ " hold my heart in your pocket, i'm in love when you're around " ♪

i'm having a lot of fun with a wonderful life so i wanted to draw my favorite bachelor in my favorite season. really wish i could sit with him while he plays his guitar behind the inn...

i also did end up submitting this to xseed's awl fanworks contest last minute, i'm wishing everyone else who's sent in entries the best of luck!

[oumoumimi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK 💛✨️

[09/01/1997]

(cr. namuspromised)

[kandadze]

I believe that one day you'll meet the person who makes you want to live.

Fangs of Fortune, ep 6

I wonder how these two met. Maybe Zhao Wan'er was doing her rounds in the Wilderness one day and came across this stunning guy, all decked in furs, just sitting there, staring vacantly at the sea. Maybe he reminded her of her brother. Maybe she befriended him because he seemed lonely, and she was lonely, too. Maybe it was just their thing to sit on the shore and watch the waves together. And then they became close, enough for her to gift him with her brother's name, enough for him to tell her about the torment he was living with. And maybe she knew that there was only so much she could do, but believed that there would be others who could do more, who could help him in ways that she couldn't. So she let him know and then just continued sitting by him, watching the sea.

Also, I find it interesting that we get two pairs of siblings - one by blood and one by choice - in the same ep; both pairs are shown in a memory, talking about the future. ZYC's brother believed his Xiao-Chen was going to find like-minded companions; ZYZ's "sister" believed the Great Demon was going to meet someone who'd make him want to live. Both were right.

[wickedsnack-art]

Dhavihal Lavellan armor, including a lighter variant and a post-Trespasser variant

[t-u-i-t-c]

@userdramas ♢ event 14: contrast ♢ keiichiro asaka & kairi yano │ patren 1gou & lupin red

"I can't be you, Kei-chan. And you can't be me."

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[keeps-ache]

teacher, teacher

[call-me-chips]

Headcanons for Uzui from demon slayer? 🙏

Spoiler warning for Demon Slayer

Tengen likes to paint. Typically he likes painting portraits of his wives, and he keeps them in a room in his basement. He hadn't often had the time to paint, but after retirement he found more time for it and his portraits quickly grew in quality. He keeps one painting of each wife in his their bedroom, and whenever he finishes a new one, he updates it. Now, his paintings aren't super realistic, as he is missing an eye and arm and his depth perception is not what it used to be, but every one is made with love

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Happy early Halloween! I've been wanting to do a little more worldbuilding for OTO for a while, namely in terms of some of the cryptids appearing in the story, and given what most cryptids are like in this story (to be fair, I did state that I'm taking creative liberties for the story), an assignment that was given in the digital art class I'm in gave me the perfect opportunity to work on some of the creatures appearing in the story. So have these things, that are based off…honestly, a couple of creatures.

Don't tag as w*ndigo.

If you 'like' my art, I respectfully ask that you reblog it too.

[fiepige]

WOOO chapter 3 is up!!!

Summary:

“HOLY SH-” Miles and Gwen simultaneously turned to cover Pav’s mouth so as to not alert the creature in the middle of the carnage below them. The creature either didn’t hear him or it was too preoccupied with whatever it was doing. To his regret Miles soon realized what that was, as another wet snapping noise broke the silence once more. The creature was crouched down on all fours over what Miles assumed was the body of an officer, though it was so mutilated that it was hard to tell for sure. Its head was buried into the chest of the body beneath it, another wet snapping noise emerging as it pulled out a couple of ribs between its bloodied jaws... Or The Spider-Gang goes looking for Hobie. They don’t like what they find.

Chapter 3 of my Venom!Hobie fic is here! 💜💜💜

[ffxivaltaholic]

~ Inspired by the Twelve ~

N'akani | Patron Deity of Ul'Dah | Guardian of Coins and Coffers

I got really inspired by the new big raid and decided to do a themed series of my characters as members of the Twelve. This is an AU and non-canon representation.

[stardustedstories]

I know I said I don't require it, but I love it when people fill out my interest tracker. Then I have a record of what is and isn't okay for specific people with specific characters, and it's so helpful!

[spacebugarts]

I just realized I can just grab the next jumping spider I see and put it in a terrarium and just. Have a pet spider. The only thing stopping me rn is that its the middle of winter and a lack of information, but that gives me plenty of time to study! Its just gonna kill me waiting to actually Do Anything abt it (except clean my room so there's less chance of them getting lost agsjsgj)

Anyways seasonal depression hits different when you finally realize you wanna be an entomologist but I was able to find a good sized jar and some mesh table liner stuff to use for the top, so it'll be nice and easy to mist it down and provide plenty of air for the little baby!

I have free will and I will use it to Aquire Bugs >:]

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Last Call

Calling the LADS Men to say goodbye because you weren't going to be making it home to them. A/N: MC isn't reincarnating this time sorry. Artist @/am_soul_art on insta [Requested by: nocturnaoasis]

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The intentions were good and the plan was perfect. At least thats what the higher ups thought at the Hunter's Association. The plan was to take back Hat Island, the small island right off the coast of linkon overrun with wanderers. The Hunter's Association believed that their strength in not only numbers, but also Evols and skills had improved enough to take back the small island.

They were wrong. So very wrong.

It was a suicide mission from the start; the wanderers were too smart there was never a chance. You panted as you ran from the onslaught of wanderers that had evolved over time inhabiting this island. You watched as comrade after comrade was slaughtered right in front of you. The number of Hunters was decresing quickly and there was no help coming. You held your side for dear life as blood gushed from your wound. You accepted your fate right then and there. You weren't making it back to Linkon.

You managed to find a small cave on the side of a mountain where you could make one last call.

Zayne

The phone seems to ring forever you were afraid you weren't going to hear his voice in your last moments. Just as you thought it would go to voicemail he picked up.

Zayne: Hello MC: Zayne.... Zayne: Yes I'm here

You couldn't help the grin that overtook your face.

MC: Remember our trip to find 'old popsicles'? Zayne: Of course I do MC: Remember when you swept me away from my friends to go read in a secluded park? Zayne: Yes ... where is this coming from?

You took a deep breath before coughing and grunting form the pain.

MC: I just want you to always think of our good memories ... I don't think we'll be making anymore after today Zayne: What are you saying? MC: They're gone ... they're all gone ... and I don't have much time left.

You finally broke down and sobbed into the phone as reality truly set in.

Zayne: Wh- MC: Promise me you'll move on ... I want you to find something or someone to bring the same vivacity that I brought you ... don't shut yourself off from the world ... I want you to be happy ... remember me in a good light because just know I died doing what I love Zayne: ....dont leave me behind MC: I love you Dr. Zayne......

Zayne didn't hang up he stayed on the line until he could no longer hear your stuttering breaths. He couldn't keep that promise of moving on. He threw himself into his work to keep his mind busy. He was afraid if he slowed down for one second he'd never be able to recover.

Rafayel

He picked up on the first ring as if he'd been waiting by the phone just for your call.

Rafayel: Hey Cutie!

He sounded so happy at the fact that you called it was already killing you that you'd be breaking his heart with this call.

MC: You know you create the most beautiful art Rafayel: You're making me blush stop it MC: I'm going to be painting pretty sunsets and sunrises for you Raf Rafayel: huh?

You swallowed hard trying to keep your voice from wavering.

MC: The next time you're on the beach and you see a beautiful sunset or sunrise ... that's me ... painting the sky just for you Rafayel: No no no you're-

His words became panicked as you quickly cut him off

MC: I wish I would have hugged you tighter before I left ... I'm not making it back to Linkon ... I'm sorry Rafayel: I can come to you just tell me where you are

Tears streamed down your face as your voice broke at the sound of him falling apart on the other end

MC: Im running on borrowed time right now Rafayel I just wanted to tell you that I love you ... so much Rafayel: I love you too

Your head was already swimming you didn't even realize you muttered.

MC: Good ... good.......

Rafayel never missed a single sunrise or sunset after that. Thomas would always find him sitting on the beach with red eyes and a camera to capture the sky that you painted for him.

Xavier

He picked up on the third ring w/ a groggy voice; he'd been asleep.

Xavier: My little star

His voice brought you a kind of comfort that no words could describe.

MC: You made a good call getting sick this week you know that?

You couldn't help but giggle at the situation.

Xavier: What are you going on about? MC: Remember how pretty the stars were that night we danced in the forest? Xavier: Yea they were almost as beautiful as you

He always knew how to make you feel like the prettiest girl to ever exist.

MC: Well next time you gaze at the stars the one star that seems to twinkle and dance just for you ... that'll be me

A brief moment of silence....

Xavier: You're not saying what I think you're saying

You could hear rustling on the other end knowing he just sat up.

MC: I'm sorry Xav ... I'm so sorry ... I promised I would make it back to you, but thats a promise I can't keep anymore ... I'm losing blood fast I can already feel myself losing consciousness Xavier: Hang on I'll be right there

And there it was the choked sob that finally slipped out of you as you responded.

MC: It's too late Xav ... do you love me?

He was quiet for a moment before you heard his low raspy voice respond.

Xavier: Yes. Of course I love you with everything that I am

Those words brought one last smile to your face and you finally let your eyes drift closed.

MC: thats all I wanted to hear ... I love you Xavier..........

Xavier was never the same after that. He spent his days training to get stronger to the point where his hands were bloody. No one could get through to him not even Jeremiah. At night he swore he could hear your voice as he gazed at the stars.

Sylus

Sylus: Hi sweetie MC: I love you!

You heard his breath hitch and then silence. You had rendered Sylus speechless with the three words he always wanted to hear.

Sylus: Why so sudden? MC: I never got the chance to say it to you, but I couldn't go without letting you know Sylus: where-

You quickly cut him off because there wasn't much time left. You could quite literally feel your life slipping through your fingers.

MC: this mission was doomed from the start ... I'm not making it home to you tonight ... I'm sorry ... there’s no pain though so I must be dying Sylus: Stay right where you are I’ll come find you MC: Don't .... it's no use ... thank you for everything I was always happiest with you

You smiled as you admitted that to him; it felt good.

Sylus: Stop you're not dying on that island

You sniffled as tears began to sting the back of your eyes.

MC: it's too late ... just ... just tell me you love me Sylus: but- MC: Sylus please Sylus: I love you My Queen MC: Music to my ears........

Sylus still tried to look for you, but could never make it onto the island for the wanderers were too strong....even for him. Mephisto did however manage to find you and brought back the necklace Sylus had given you. It now sits on a mantle in a glass case.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

only you (f.h.) (drabble)

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Wife!Reader

A/N: The last month was pretty busy so I couldn't write much but I had a cute lil thought about this while I was on the bus cuz of all the Five tiktoks on my fyp

"Honestly Five, your head isn't screwed on straight! No one in their right mind would put themselves at this much risk over and over again!" You shouted, voice almost hoarse and mouth dry as you continued to berate him, as you had since you arrived almost twenty minutes ago.

Your husband continued to ignore you, not even bothering to justify his reckless mission anymore and you continued to shout, waving your hands around in your helplessness and frustration.

Five Hargeeves was a great man but the one thing you absolutely detested about him was how he decided he had to do everything on his own. You were his partner, both in the commission and in his life, but he refused to trust you with his own matters.

To a certain degree, you could understand him. He was so anxious about saving his family, so tormented by their deaths hanging over him that he felt that unless he oversaw every single detail, it would all fall apart.

But just because you understood, didn't mean you appreciated your husband putting himself in harm's way when you could've helped him.

"Are you even listening to me?! Five! Your wife is here yelling at you, and you don't even have the decency to look her in the eye?!"

He didn't reply and you were stuck staring at his broad, blazer-clad shoulders.

Then he shifted, taking a deep breath and you heard the shaky breath he let out.

"Five?"

He finally turned, eyes glistening, cheeks wet and lip quivering and you felt so heartbroken at the sight of him that you felt your own tears prick at your eyes. You immediately closed the gap between you, "Oh, sweetheart."

You sat him down in the armchair, perching on his lap and letting him hide his face into your neck, peppering kisses to the crown of his head as he took some time to compose himself.

"I'm just—so tired." His voice cracked and you felt like your heart did as well, pulling away from him just enough so you could kiss his tears away.

"Shh, it's okay." You whispered, gently running your thumbs over the peak of his cheekbones. His hands were gripping your waist with the strength of a vice, nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

"What do you need, Five? Just give me the word and I'll make it happen." You told him, now more determined than anything to shoulder the pain he was feeling, "I would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy, my love. Tell me what you need."

He slumped over in defeat, pressing his forehead to yours, "You. Only you."

You sighed, now running your fingers through his hair. A part of you was disappointed that he was still unable to open up, another was unsurprised.

"Silly request. I'm already all yours."

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