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ticifics · 4 months ago

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anatomy

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: “Dave, I can study on you.” He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “What?” “Your muscles,” you explained, already trailing your fingertips over his chest, feeling the subtle tension beneath the skin. “Every single one in the right place. Perfect.”

Warnings: est. relationship, college!dave, college!reader, nomenclature of some (many) muscles, reader is a health area student, suggestive, language, no use of y/n

A/N: a special thanks to my dear lovely @gingerteafairy who encouraged me to post this, i love you a million times <333

You never thought Batman could have such poorly placed muscles. Shit, it was a total disrespect to such an incredible character. If Christian Bale saw that—he wouldn’t care in the slightest, but you did. Who cares if the damn doll was cheap? It wouldn’t have cost much to at least put some muscles in the right place.

Look at this oblique, you thought in disgust. It was completely ridiculous.

At least the facial muscles didn’t require too much effort to pin down. Even if it took some—okay, a lot of—imagination to actually mark each one. For a cheap doll, the plastic was sturdy enough to leave your poor fingers sore.

“I hate this,” you muttered, dropping the doll and sighing dramatically before resting your face on the table, carefully avoiding the scattered pins.

Dave, sitting beside you, smiled. He was used to your little dramatics, and he liked seeing your pouty lips; he liked biting them even more. “What happened, lovie?” he asked sweetly, leaning in to take a look at the mess on the table.

He had come straight to your house after class—tuesday study sessions were sacred. Even if, most of the time, studying was the last thing you two did. He tried, he really did, to focus on the calculations he had to do, but before he knew it, you were already pressed against him. Soft and pliant, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t dedicate his full attention to you?

But today unfolded differently. You were completely immersed in the project one of your professors had assigned: label 100 muscles on a doll—a fun, interactive way to optimize learning. Dave had found you in your room muttering things like flexor hallucis longus, masseter, vastus while clutching a Batman doll, with countless pins scattered across your bed. To be honest, it was a little scary. Not as much as the demonic images from Netter’s spread open on your shelf, but still unsettling.

“The thing is,” you lifted the doll with evident disdain, “this doesn’t have a single muscle in the right place. How am I supposed to label the soleus if it’s in the wrong spot? It’s impossible, impossible.”

Dave frowned, studying the figure. He had no idea which tiny bump was supposed to be a soleus.

“And I really need the grade for this project,” you whined, covering your face with your hands and letting out a dramatic sigh. “I need this grade, Dave.”

“Hey,” he said, gently pulling your hands away. When you didn’t look at him, he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your face. “Of course, you’re going to get this grade. You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Dave, don’t—”

“Listen to me,” he cut you off, his voice carrying that soft tone that always made your heart skip a beat.

Dave wasn’t the type to impose his words, but when he wanted to make sure you really listened, his voice carried a different weight. He wasn’t just saying pretty things—he meant them.

You felt his fingers slide behind your ear, tucking loose strands of hair away from your face. His thumb traced a brief path across your cheek before settling under your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his.

“You’re the smartest person I know,” he repeated, quieter now. “And I know Todd. Todd once explained String Theory to me while drinking a Pepsi.”

A short laugh escaped you, but the frustration still sat heavy in your stomach.

“Dave, this isn’t funny,” you sighed, letting your forehead drop against his chest.

“Not at all,” he agreed immediately, sliding a hand to your waist and squeezing gently. “But I also know you’re not going to lose this grade.”

You felt him lean down slightly, his nose brushing against the top of your head before his arms wrapped around you completely. A firm embrace, without hesitation. As if, just for that moment, he could carry the weight of the world for you.

And that was when your body finally relaxed for the first time in hours. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly, taking in every detail of him around you. Dave was warm—he always was—and his body was solid against yours, firm and safe. You adjusted yourself closer, arms slipping around him until your hands found his back.

And that’s when your brain short-circuited.

Because as your fingers traced over his shoulders, down his arms, you felt—

Muscles.

Trapezius. Rhomboid. Biceps. Brachialis. Anconeus.

With every new discovery, you whispered their names without even realizing it. Just feeling them, each one in the right place, perfectly aligned. Unlike the deformed, infuriating doll tossed on your desk.

Dave furrowed his brows. “Are you… whispering spells? Because I was just trying to help, but—”

Your hands were on his shirt before he could finish the sentence.

“Dave.”

“Yeah?”

“Take it off.”

He blinked, completely lost. “What?”

Your patience was already running thin.

“The shirt.”

Dave looked at you for a moment, as if trying to understand what exactly was happening, but, well, you were asking him to take his shirt off. And if there was one thing he wasn’t about to do, it was question miracles.

So, with one last curious glance, he obeyed.

And when the fabric hit the floor, you just stood there, staring. Lips slightly parted as your eyes trailed up and down his body.

“Jesus,” you breathed, running a hand down your face, as if scolding yourself for not thinking of this sooner.

“Is that good or bad?”

“This is the best thing that could have happened.”

Dave blinked a few times. “Wow. I didn’t even do anything.”

“Dave, I can study on you.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “What?”

“Your muscles,” you explained, already trailing your fingertips over his chest, feeling the subtle tension beneath the skin. “Every single one in the right place. Perfect.”

And that’s how you ended up on his lap.

Dave wasn’t entirely sure how it happened—but honestly, he wasn’t complaining. One moment you were fuming over a misshapen Batman, and the next, you were fully engrossed in your own private anatomy study, straddling him, fingers tracing slow, delicate paths down his arms.

He could feel the warmth of your skin against his, a delicious contrast to the cool night breeze slipping through the window. You had said you needed to focus, and he had promised to stay still. But damn, it was hard.

Very hard.

Because for Dave, there was nothing more attractive than seeing you like this—so immersed in it, lips slightly pursed, eyes focused. You murmured the names of muscles as you ran your fingertips over them, and he felt each one respond to your touch. It was almost comical how something as simple as you studying for your class could drive him this insanely affected.

He already knew you were brilliant. He knew you took college seriously and that when you were focused, the rest of the world disappeared. But he wasn’t prepared for how… hot that could be.

Dave felt the corner of his mouth tug into a distracted smile, but it was enough to make you stop.

“Dave,” you scolded, your voice low but firm.

He blinked at you. “What?”

“Stay still.”

“I am still.”

“You smiled.”

“That doesn’t count,” he argued, a grin playing on his lips.

You sighed, but he caught the way your eyes sparkled, and, well, that was when he knew you weren’t exactly immune to this either.

Slowly, your fingers trailed up to his face. You held his chin, your eyes studying every detail with an almost reverent patience.

“Here,” you began, your voice lower now, as if you were about to reveal a secret, a finger tracing a line beside his mouth, “is where the risorius muscle is.”

Before he could ask what the hell that meant, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss there, right at the corner of his mouth.

Dave felt his breath falter at the pressure of your lips against his skin.

And then you kept going.

“And here,” your lips brushed his cheek, right where his smile was still fighting to hold on, “is the zygomaticus major.”

He swallowed hard.

You pulled back just enough to look at him again, your fingers still holding his face.

“Hm?” he managed to murmur, because, honestly, his brain was already running on safety mode.

You smiled.

“The masseter,” you whispered, kissing his jawline, your lips sliding along its sharp edge.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

“Temporalis,” you continued, pushing his curls from his face before leaning in, your lips grazing his temple now.

Dave swore he had never been more interested in anatomy in his entire life.

He opened his eyes when you looked at him again, and for a moment, all he could do was admire you. Your eyes were darker under the soft glow of the lamp, your lips slightly flushed, and the expression on your face was somewhere between concentration and amusement.

“Are you learning anything, Lizewski?”

He smiled slowly.

“More than you think.”

You smiled back but didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, a touch that was both gentle and intentional. You could feel every tiny irregularity on Dave’s skin—the defined contour, the almost imperceptible roughness of the stubble beginning to grow, the subtle tension in his muscles as he watched you. His gaze was heavy now, an intense blue that gleamed under the dim light of the room, and his glasses had slipped down his nose slightly, as they always did when he was too distracted to bother adjusting them.

His hands, which had slipped under your shirt, moved slowly, fingertips gliding over your waist as if memorizing every inch of skin. The touch wasn’t rushed or hesitant—it was firm, as if he wanted you to feel exactly what he was doing. As if he wanted to burn it into your skin.

You didn’t stop him.

Instead, you leaned even closer into him, the warmth of your bodies mixing in the room’s thick air, and lifted Dave’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to tilt his head back. His breath came out heavy, warm, and you felt the way the muscle in his neck tensed under your touch.

Your fingers slid over it, pressing right where the skin was thin enough to feel the rapid pulse of his heart. It was better than any music.

“The sternocleidomastoid,” you murmured, your voice low, laced with something that made Dave swallow hard. “It tilts and rotates the head…” Your fingers pressed a little more, your nail lightly dragging against his skin. “…and it’s also the muscle responsible for stiff necks.”

His eyes were locked onto you now, half-lidded, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. He just breathed.

“This is supposed to be a lesson?” Dave asked, his voice slow, slightly hoarse.

“Maybe,” you whispered. “But there’s one more thing.”

Before he could respond, your lips touched his neck—a slow, warm kiss, just enough to make him hold his breath. But you didn’t stop there.

Your lips parted against his skin, and you sucked lightly, deliberately, feeling the way his body tensed beneath you. The hands that had merely been resting on your waist gripped tighter, his fingers pressing into your skin, and you heard a breathy sigh escape Dave’s lips—low, drawn-out, almost a moan he tried to hold back but failed.

You pulled away slowly, satisfied with the mark you had left there, clearly visible against his fair skin.

His eyes were dark now, his chest rising and falling unevenly, and when he tried to say something, you just smiled, running your fingers softly over the fresh mark, feeling the warmth still pulsing there.

"Did I mention it's also the perfect muscle for love bites?" you asked, your voice all innocent but your eyes saying something completely different.

Dave blinked, clearly still trying to process whatever had just happened.

“Definitely not,” he managed to say, his voice rougher than before.

Your fingers continued their almost involuntary path, slowly sliding down Dave’s exposed chest, tracing over his warm skin, feeling the texture, the tension beneath your fingertips. Your gaze was fixed on the path your hands were making, as if you were studying every small muscle contraction, every tiny involuntary movement happening beneath your palm.

His abdomen rose and fell in an uneven rhythm as your fingers traced the defined planes, the skin shifting subtly under your touch. You followed the natural lines of his muscles, outlining them with almost surgical precision—the well-defined rectus abdominis, the softly sculpted obliques. He was strong, not in an exaggerated way, but in a way that made sense, as if every muscle existed to fulfill its function perfectly.

And, damn, he was beautiful.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this, exposed under your meticulous attention, but familiarity didn’t make it any less hypnotic. On the contrary. It was like revisiting a favorite book and always finding something new between the lines, a detail you had missed the last time.

But watching wasn’t enough.

Your body knew that before your mind could even fully form the thought. Your lips found his skin without hesitation, at first just a chaste kiss, the mere promise of a touch. But the promise shattered too quickly. You pressed your lips against the warmth of his chest, feeling the way his muscles reacted to your touch.

Dave let out a sigh, a low sound that reverberated beneath your mouth, and you felt every minute response of his body as if conducting a real-time experiment. The way his abdomen tensed when your tongue traced a lazy path over his skin. The way his fingers tightened around your hip when your warm breath spread over his collarbone.

You knew the name of every structure moving beneath your lips.

The pectoralis major, firm under your hand when you held him, subtly contracting as your lips followed the path of the muscle fibers. The serratus anterior, tensing involuntarily as your fingers ghosted over his sides. The rectus femoris, which you felt harden beneath your hips as he adjusted under you, pressing you more firmly onto his lap.

Your fingers traveled downward, tracing the contour of his obliques until they met a line that always made you hold your breath. The transversus abdominis. The deepest muscle, the one holding everything together, the pathway to paradise that defined his body in a way that was almost criminal. You felt Dave tense beneath you, a rougher sigh slipping past his lips.

“Shit…” he exhaled, his voice low, and you smiled against his skin, your lips brushing lightly before placing a kiss right there, where the muscle still pulsed under your touch.

“I like this one,” you confessed, completely shameless, and felt his hands tighten around your waist as an involuntary response.

“I noticed,” Dave retorted, trying to sound casual but failing miserably when you pressed another kiss there, just to watch him react again.

The power you had over him was intoxicating.

And maybe that’s why you leaned in, unhurried, your mouth wandering over his abdomen, each kiss a new form of teasing. Dave was no longer just an anatomical study under your hands; he was alive, pulsing, a mess of heavy sighs and contracted muscles.

“You know you’re killing me, right?” he murmured, his voice laced with breathless laughter.

You lifted your gaze, your fingers still tracing the path your mouth had traveled. “I’m just studying.”

Dave let out a low sound, almost a suppressed groan, and you felt it when he finally gave up pretending any kind of resistance. His hands traveled up your back, firm and warm against your skin, and before you could anticipate his next move, he pulled you up.

His lips found yours with almost desperate precision, and you felt your own body dissolve into the exact pressure of the kiss, the perfect fit between the two of you.

He pulled back just enough for you to feel the warm breath against your mouth, for his eyes to capture the sharp gleam in yours.

“My turn,” he murmured, his fingers gliding up your waist, deliberately slow. “If you get to study me, I think it’s only fair I do the same.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he flipped your positions, proving that those muscles weren’t just for show, his body firm against yours, his mouth leaving a heated trail down the side of your neck. His lips brushed over the delicate curve, and you felt his breath grow heavier against your skin as he smiled, his fingers teasing the hem of your shirt. A firm touch, unhurried.

He wanted to savor this.

The fabric lifted slowly, the tips of his fingers tracing every inch of newly exposed skin, as if he were memorizing the path. You felt your own body react, a shiver running up your spine.

And then, your shirt slid down your arms and was discarded.

"You know the Fibonacci sequence is present in everything?" he asked, his voice low, like he was sharing a secret. "In the universe, in art… in the human body."

The shiver came before you even fully processed his words, your brain struggling to keep up with both the way his hands were exploring your body and the fact that he was talking about the Fibonacci Sequence.

Dave noticed. Of course he did.

He lifted his gaze, barely concealing his satisfaction, and let his fingers trail from the curve of your hip to the center of your abdomen, the touch so light it made you hold your breath.

He shouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this, and yet, something in his eyes, in the way they slowly traveled down your body, betrayed how utterly stunned he was.

You found yourself unable to say anything. The silence between you was electric, thick with everything that didn’t need to be spoken.

He was the first to break it.

"The Fibonacci spiral can be found in the shape of the eyes, the length of the bones, even in the proportions of the lips…" His voice was barely a whisper, his mouth hovering over yours without kissing you, as if giving you time to absorb every word. "But honestly?" He traced the outline of your lips with his thumb. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything follow that pattern as perfectly as you."

The air caught in your throat.

The intensity in his gaze left you unable to think, to form any coherent response. You tried—really, you did. But then Dave leaned in and pressed his lips to yours again, this time with a purpose that made your entire body forget any anatomical concept that had ever existed.

"You have no idea how attractive you sound when you talk like that," you murmured, your voice lower than you intended.

The corner of his mouth curved, slow. Almost dangerous.

"Like what?"

You swallowed hard. "Like… you’re analyzing me and liking what you see."

Dave let out a low, husky laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours.

"I'm not analyzing," he corrected, his hands sliding up your back, fingers tracing the warmth of your skin as if trying to commit every curve to memory. "I'm appreciating."

You had a second to process that—to feel your skin prickle under his touch, to drown in the heat, the overwhelming closeness—before Dave claimed your mouth again.

The kiss was hungry, slow and deep, and you felt the last remnants of restraint dissolve completely. Every touch of his left a trail of fire on your skin. The world outside the room ceased to exist—there was only this, only sensation, only the press of hands and the heat curling between you like something inevitable.

When he finally pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his gaze met yours, and his smile was soft but full of intent.

"Is this still part of your study?"

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, your chest rising and falling in a shaky breath. Your fingers traced along his collarbone, down to his shoulder, exploring the muscles still tense beneath his skin.

"Actually," you murmured, your gaze flickering to his lips before meeting his eyes again, "I think the theoretical part is over."

Dave tilted his head, his fingers dipping deeper along the curve of your waist.

"Good," he said, voice low. "Because I was really looking forward to the practical part."

#dave lizewski drabble #dave lizewski x y/n #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski fanfiction #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #romance #aaron taylor johnson #atj #atj x reader #kick ass #kick ass x you #kick ass x reader #fluffy #suggestive #reader insert #no use of y/n

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suzukiblu · 6 months ago

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WIP excerpt for Jan behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“You are presenting, and you have chosen to do it in the base,” Red Tornado says. “Presumably you chose to do that because Project Cadmus lacked something you require for the process.”

“I . . .” Kon hesitates again, biting the inside of his lip. “I just–I just didn’t wanna do it there, okay? That’s–s’all.”

Red Tornado looks at him. Kon really wishes the guy had a scent that he could read. Or like–at least a fucking expression or something. Like just–literally anything, right now.

“You appear to be nesting,” Red Tornado observes. “Are you an omega, then?”

“. . . I guess,” Kon mumbles, swallowing roughly. And it feels–it feels weird, saying it to someone. Even after saying it to himself and the Super-Cycle already.

Red Tornado can tell him what he thinks about him saying that to him, is the thing. And whatever he thinks, it’s not going to be what Kon thinks himself.

Like–obviously it’s not, yeah.

“You are in possession of sufficient nesting material, then?” Red Tornado asks, and Kon tries not to bristle. It’s–it’s just a question, maybe. Probably. Not one he knows why Red Tornado’s asking, but–just a question.

Unless it’s a trap, anyway.

“I just–borrowed some stuff,” he says without saying anything about–about just what he’s really “borrowing”, and he maybe sounds a little bit too defensive about it, but . . . but that’s all he did, dammit. He didn’t do anything–bad or anything. “S’all. I’ll scent-scrub all the pheromones and shit off when I’m done, alright? I’m not messin’ anything up or anything, it’s fine.”

They wouldn’t care, he tries to say, but he doesn’t know–he doesn’t actually know that. Doesn’t actually know if . . . if they’d care. If they’d–mind.

Would they be mad, if they found out he came to the base to present and then tracked down and took all their scents? Like–without asking, or . . .

They’re not a pack. And the others all have packs. And in all their heads he’s just, like, the stupid bruiser teammate who’s only barely a friend that none of them trust to be in charge of the team even though he’s literally the only one who actually has been in charge of a team before and who they probably all think’s an alpha anyway and–and–

“Yes,” Red Tornado says. “But is ‘some stuff’ sufficient for your nest?”

“I . . .” Kon–falters, kinda, and maybe sinks in on himself a little again. Does–does it look that bad? He knows he didn’t get much stuff for it, but–but if it looks that bad . . .

“Kathy prefers to layer her nests with multiple fabrics and cushioning,” Red Tornado says. “And Traya and her friends line theirs with plush toys when engaging in playing ‘house’ together. I am otherwise unfamiliar with the necessary components of their construction.”

“. . . oh,” Kon realizes, and feels a little less–a little less embarrassed, at least. At least if Red Tornado doesn’t really know how it’s supposed to go either . . . well, he can’t think it looks that bad, if he doesn’t really know. Right? “Uh–I don’t . . . I dunno. I never . . . did it, before.”

Red Tornado tilts his head. Kon represses a cringe, trying not to bristle. Well–he wasn’t presented before, so . . . so why would he have?

“I was under the impression that most omega pups experience a compulsion to nest even before their presentation,” Red Tornado says.

“Well, I didn’t,” Kon snaps at him, digging his fingers into Cassie’s folded-up shirt and–and not-really-on-purposely pinning it against his chest.

Hugging it against his . . . against his . . .

He’d just–he’d just . . . thought about it, a couple times. But he . . . he hadn’t felt any stupid compulsions or . . .

Kon thinks about how many times he’d thought about nesting, and how many times he’d thrown all his blankets in the corner and made himself sleep on a half-stripped bed and nothing else, and how many times he’d thrown every blanket he could find on his bed and slept under them all at once, and how he’d always . . . always folded his jacket into a pillow, when he was . . . when he was . . . sleeping somewhere else, like on the road or on shoots or in the field or . . .

He thinks about how many times he’d wanted to . . . wanted to watch one of those nesting videos, but–hadn’t.

Then he thinks about crying, maybe.

“I thought I was gonna be an alpha,” he croaks, trying to figure out if–if this makes him a bad omega after all, or–or something. If he didn’t . . . didn’t nest before, or . . . “I thought I . . . thought I . . .”

I thought I HAD to be an alpha, Kon doesn’t say, but it’s all he can think.

#kon el #conner kent #superboy #red tornado #wip: yj packs up and gets pupped #omegaverse #jan

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chdarling · 6 months ago

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As we’re getting closer to a truly awful day for America, I just wanted to check in on you. Things are bleak and about to get so so much worse, I want you to know I’m here and many others are here too when you’re ready

This is very kind of you, thank you. Honestly, I have not been doing great. Watching my neighbors elect a racist, fascist, Nazi-loving rapist triggered a pretty bad depressive episode on top of what was already the worst period of professional and creative burnout of my life, so….I’m struggling. Still trying to claw my way out of the dark. I’m deeply appreciative of the kindness of this community and am sorry that I haven’t (and probably won’t for a little longer) been able to engage the way I once did. I will again one day, and I am so thankful to know all you wonderful people online. <3

On a note that is completely unrelated to this gentle ask, I’ve been getting a ton of messages lately asking for a date when TLE3 is coming out and I don’t feel up to answering them (sorry) so I’m just going to tack this on here since I buried my last post on the subject under a mountain of despair reblogs: TLE3 is going to take a while.

I’m still planning to continue with my writing projects (be they TLE or other things), but right now I’m focusing on securing my own oxygen mask, etc. When I finished posting TLE2, I said that I would be taking a break and also that I would not be posting TLE3 until I had written all of it (like I had for TLE1). Even if I had been writing diligently every single day since I posted the last chapter, I still wouldn’t be done, so please understand that it’s going to take a while. It certainly will not be coming in the next 6 months, very possibly not in 2025. I know some people won’t be happy to hear that, but just a fun statistic: OOTP has 257,045 words and took three years to write/publish after GOF. TLE2 has (and this makes me cringe a little) 407,079 words and took roughly 3 years to write as an unpaid side hobby on top of full time work, education, etc. I don’t say this to toot my own horn (frankly, it just makes me desperately want to retroactively edit the crap out of TLE2 lol), but rather to reiterate that writing a book-length work takes a lot of time, energy, and love. I don’t want it to take 3 years (and I don’t think it will, TLE3 will be a more reasonable length), but it’s certainly not going to be finished in a few months. That would be insanity and I am not that talented lmao.

I do know that the requests for updates come from a place of love and enthusiasm and excitement and I really, truly appreciate that. I also appreciate all of the kind words of the asks I haven’t been answering. Please know that I’ve read them, I love you, and I will be back eventually. I just have to focus on my health right now, and unfortunately these days being online is pretty bad for that, so I'm going to try to be logged off for a while.

And finally, on another completely unrelated but perhaps mildly tangential note: if anyone has any books recommendations or resources on processing climate grief, I, uh, could use them. 🫠

#ch answers #tle3

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inexplicifics · 12 days ago

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I’m also a writer, of both fanfics and works I hope to publish someday, and I was wondering if I could ask your advice. I have a number of larger projects that I want to undertake, but thinking about how long it’s going to take to finish them makes me anxious and then I won’t even start. You’re an incredible writer and you have so many finished works; how do you do it? What would you recommend for someone who feels incredibly daunted by the lengthy and disheartening process that is writing a novel or series?

Also thank you for your Accidental Warlord series; it brings me inexpressible joy every time I read it

Oooh okay this is a complicated one. Let's see.

First off, and this is hard: don't compare your output to other authors. I have what my friends affectionately refer to as Wordy Bitch Disease. I write a lot, I write fast, and I write clean enough copy that Rose isn't doing copyedits, she's doing plot and characterization fixes. I start a new WIP...pretty near daily some weeks, and they do not all get done. My WIPs list is frankly fucking terrifying. But it's important to note that I have been writing pretty consistently for twenty years at least, and I was not as fast, coherent, or skilled when I started. For that matter, when I'm tired or stressed or just feeling blah, sometimes the words don't come, and it's important not to beat yourself up about it when that happens.

Second bit of advice: start smaller. I really, really like flash fic challenges and themed prompt lists and tumblr ask memes, because they make me limit my story to what can be told in a few thousand words. That lets me improve my craft without getting bogged down in enormous plotlines. (Yes, sometimes the story still grows a plot. But it's less frequent.)

Third bit of advice: take little bites, and accept that it's going to take a long time and possibly several drafts. When I started MBTT, I genuinely thought it would be 50K. (I am bad at estimating finished lengths of stories.) But I still took it one chapter at a time, and tried to have each chapter be a coherent whole, a chunk of story that needed to be told. When I'm working on the AWAU, if I think about the whole overarching storyline too much, I get overwhelmed and have to go stick my head under a proverbial rock for a while. But one story is doable, most of the time. I've had to restart drafts for some stories two, three, four times to get the voice and style and plot to cooperate. Be willing to say, That's not working, and try something else, even if you're really fond of what you've written so far.

Fourth bit of advice: learn what style of planning works for you. Some people like to outline in great detail. Some people like a sketchy outline. Some people, like me, can't outline - it kills the story for me. The WIP I started this morning has a notes section for important characterization details and the single plot point "Bandits?" Anything more than that, and I won't write it, because in some sense I've already written it so why bother doing it again?

Fifth and final bit of advice, because this is getting long: if you can find a cheer-reader, cherish them. Having someone in the doc leaving comments or emoticons helps immensely with knowing how my readers will react and with keeping my own enthusiasm for a story stoked high, which vastly increases the likelihood of it getting finished.

Good luck! Be brave! Thank you for the compliments!

I hope to read your stories someday!

#questions answered #writing about writing

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mrs-monaghan · 22 days ago

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What do you think about the possibilities of Jungkook having a solo tour but not Jimin?

Jungkook has already been rumored to have stadiums requested and a tour between October 2025 - January 2026.

And that’s probably why J-Hope had Jin and Jungkook only on stage. To pass the torch since Jins tour starts soon, possibly followed by Jungkooks.

If BTS activities start up in 2026, we won’t have time for Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon to have their solo concerts.

Do you think it’s fair to Jimin and the other two members?

How do you think Jimin would feel? I know he’s literally a sweetheart who wants the best for his members- Especially Jungkook but he’s still human. He’s still a hardworking musician who wants his own time to express his hard work and appreciation towards his fans.

I’d be pissed off if I wasn’t able to have my own moment after archiving so many records.

He has more songs than Jungkook and unless I hear about him having a tour, I can’t help but feel sorry for him and slightly pissed at the idea.

I know many people say the members chose their solo projects and everything but if I recall, Jimin said he wanted three music videos or music videos for all his songs and was told no. So technically.. That’s not true. They can’t do exactly as they want.

And please don’t take this as I am hating Jungkook or any other member. I love them all so much and genuinely want them all to have a solo tour, they’ve all said they wanted one and they worked hard for it.

Please let me know your options.

Hey dear. There's a huge difference between choosing all your songs/free creative license Vs when it comes to shooting the music videos which is where the company comes in. I believe set me free cost a shit ton of money. Like alot. They built him a set from scratch bro! Like they went all out for him on that song. And maybe thats why they couldn't afford to do all his songs. (?)

V wanted MVs for all his songs so he went to work with that shady lady who was able to come through for him. Coz she's apparently known for being good at working on a budget. Plus V coughed up his own money. Kind of like Suga did for some parts of his tour.

So I think you misunderstood that part of things. I believe the members when they say they had complete creative license.

As for why Jhope had JK on stage... JK was always going to perform with Jhope because they have a song together. Plus much like Suga allowed them to perform on his final concert, I believe if Jimin had wanted to (or any other member for that matter) Jhope would have given them a slot too.

Now for the touring...

All this was before MUSE of course. So I agree with you he has enough songs now. And with how well he did in chapter 2, I dont see why he couldn't go on a tour if he wanted to. We can't really conclude about whether or not we will get a Jimin tour unless he comes live and we bring it up again. When he talked about touring before, it was all before he had enough songs. Then again he also did say this;

Thanks @chicknbunny13

So maybe he will wait a bit? For ot7 activities to commence first? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Can't know anything for sure... yet. But I'd hold off on going down the "Jimin is being oppressed" route until we hear from him.

ALL THAT BEING SAID, while idk about a Jimin tour, I can definitely, definitely see a Jikook tour. It's happening. I'm telling you

#ask shaz #bts ask #jimin #park jimin #jikook #jimin and jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jungji

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thoughtsforsoob · 1 year ago

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ways he shows he loves you - stray kids

a/n: I want to write more to stray kids so here you go! I know I have a bunch of request at the moment and while I do plan on getting to them, I have to allow myself some freedom to create what I want as well! please enjoy and as always, requests are open and so is my 200 event!! (omg im past 300 now and I am so incredibly grateful! thank you so freaking much!)

bang chan - taking you home

I feel like chan considers taking you home as a huge step in your relationship, since ehe seems to love home so much.

he has a nice connection with his family so for you to go meet them means he's basically already planning the wedding

he likes to take you to places he remembers from when he was little (which are probably not too many places because he was just a little guy when he started training)

he also loves to make plans for you, his mom and his sisters hang out together

"you three go out! im paying for girls day"

he enjoys seeing pictures of his favorite people out, having fun together and getting along

the only thing he doesn't enjoy 100% is the teasing that collectively happens between you and his siblings against him but he doesn't;t mind it in the end because it just means you're comfortable with them and vice versa

and when he watches you and berry meeting for the first time...again...wedding bells are going off in his head

minho - supporting your hobbies

I don't see him as someone who is veery comfortable with just saying I love you all the time so he pressers to show it instead of say it

his way of doing so is by getting interested in your hobbies and most likely participating in them

lets just say you're a big fan of collection photo cards and trading! along with that, you also like to make bracelets for concerts! (lmao so cliche but this is what I can explain best! feel free to insert your own interests during the following!)

he definitely buys you albums all the time and when you don't pull him from a stray kids album, he rolls his eyes and keeps buying more until you pull him

he also loves watching you pack trades so he goes stationary shopping with you and buys you the cutest packing materials

he even packs a few trades for you and sneaks in a bunch of extra stickers and other freebies

he will also partake in bracelet making every time you attend a concert!

he loves sitting at the table, making bracelets with pretty beads (he insists on buying you the fancy glass beads for this project), watching a drama and eating snacks.

just seeing you happy and in your element and being able to support it is how he shows his love.

changbin - planning dates

idk about you guys but I feel like guys always leave it to their girlfriend to plan dates and come up with date ideas all the time

changbin is the exception

he knows all of the spots in the city and wants to take you to all of them eventually

he has a running list in a little journal he purchased when he first met you and started going on dates with you

he writes down the names of places he wants to take you to and crosses them out in highlighter when you eventually go so you can still see what he'd written down

he plans trips that vary anywhere from 2 weeks in LA to a evening picnic by the river

his favorite are "spontaneous dates" (in quotation marks because to him, no date is really spontaneous. he always puts some work into it, even if it's a late night run to the convenience store or a trip to the mall)

he's always navigating and making sure everything is perfect

his favorite part of the date is when you praise him for being so thoughtful and creative

he is so happy that he's impressing you and making you happy

he promises to himself that even when you both are old and grey, he's still going to sweet you off your feet with his amazing date ideas

hyunjin - remembers everything you tell him

(no bc...when people remember details about me I feel so happy)

anyways, he is such a good listener and pays attention to detail

whenever you mention something in passing, he makes a note of it mentally or if he knows he'll forget, he will write is down in his notes app

one example of this is during one exam season

2 weeks ago, you had told him bout your finals schedule and when it would start

on the first day, right at 6am he shows up with your favorite coffee order (or anything else if you don't drink coffee) and your favorite breakfast! along with a care package for the rest of finals!

the care package includes: two hoodies of his, you favorite candies, chips, ramyeon, and a couple other things he knew you'd find useful

he remember you telling him you had to get up at that hour to start getting ready for your 8am calc final

when he shows you, you damn near cry because of his thoughtfulness

he eats breakfast with you and makes sure your fueled up and able to focus on your test so you can ace it

the way he also thinks about you when he's out doing things like shopping

Oh I brought you back some eggs because I remember you said you didn't have anymore. also, this new toner because I noticed yours was running low last time I stayed the night."

jisung - never letting you pay

his love language is essentially paying for everything he can for you

if you deny him and tell him you're going to pay, just the thought of you doing something he is more than willing to do for yo has smoke coming out of his eyes like a cartoon character

oh boy and when you actually beat him and pay, he is red in the face

"sungie, I just paid for two coffee's. why are you all red like that?"

"I could've paid! now you have to let me pay for the next 100 things we get together!"

you roll his eyes at him when he makes these silly compromises with you and just rolls with it

for him, it's not that he thinks you can't pay for yourself because ehe knows you are more than capable

if anything, he's proud that his baby is an independent person and can take care of themselves

the reason he does it because he wants you to save your money and spend it on things for you and he wants to take care of you this being the best way he knows how

oh my god...

god forbid you buy him any gifts

he's all flustered and whining about how you shouldn't "waste your money" on him

after talking with him, he lets you pay sometimes but it's rare

felix - matching jewelry

it's all fun and games until you both get exposed...

before we go there, let's talk about how this started

for your first anniversary, Felix wanted to give you something special but had no ides what it should be

he was scrolling through TikTok one night and he came across a repost from you and it gave him the perfect idea

you reposed a couples post about a necklace with the bf's initial on it and he immediately got one made

you better believe hat we went to a famous custom designer and everything to get this made just the way he knew you'd love it

you gives it to you on your anniversary and to your surprise, not only do you have a "f" on your necklace, he get's a matching necklace with your initial on it...

he can't wear it out much but he always put's it on in private

one day...little sunshine over here has to leave to the airport with the group for an overseas concert and he forgets to take off the damn necklace...

"WHO IS (y/i)?" stays are going wild online and trying to find out who it is

from now on, Felix is more careful but now everyone knows his secret :0

seungmin - bring affectionate in front of others

look, this boy is not very affectionate, much less in front of other people

he's a very 'behind closed doors' type of person

when it comes to you though...he's not afraid to show his affection

the first time you noticed it was when he first invited you to meet his member at the dorm for dinner and movie night

he picked you up and brought you inside

you greet all of the members but right afterwards, he immediately just starts to cling to you

he has a hand on your thigh during dinner and during some shot periods, he's actually straight up holding your hand while eating

the boys look at him like he's finally gone insane and you're looking at him with such a confused expression

finally, jeongin of all people, breaks the silence

"hyung? I know you like (y/n) a lot but you're not letting her eat by holding her hand."

his face goes red because he's been caught and he lets go of your hand, putting a low apology to you

when the movie portion of the night comes around, he insists on your sitting right on his lap but if you decline, he is sitting so close next to you that he's literally going to merge into your body

jeongin - sharing clothing/shopping with you

(cw: I know not everyone feels comfy with the idea of sharing clothes for whatever reason and it's totally valid so I made two different options here!)

as we all know, jeongin loves fashion and anything that has to do with it

it's only natural that he wants to involve you into his hobby!

he wants to dress you up all the time!

sometimes, he'll drag you to his room and start to pick items from his closet to replace what you're already wearing...

you have to glare at him so he won't change your whole outfit

he also loves to take you shopping!

he walks into every store with you and asks your opinion on everything because he knows you're actually the one wearing it so you have to like these items too!

shopping can be a very stressful and traumatic experience for some people (ME!)

he understands if this is the case for you and tries his best to give you all the time you need and not overwhelm you with trying too many things on at once and not showing you 101 options all at once

if you don't like how something fits, he will never pressure you to show him anyway

he also never pressures you to go shopping if you're not in the correct headspace for it

there is always assurance from him that no matter what, he loves the way you look in clothes you both pick together!

he also loves to take ootd pics of you and he lets you take his!

he def never pressures you to do this either if you don't wanna

his soft launch of you is a pick of your latest ootd together but your face has a cute little fox sticker over it :D

#stray kids headcanons #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcannon #skz fluff #skz texts #skz #skz imagines #chan x reader #minho x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #jeongin x reader

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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Alhaitham & Kaveh give the vibes that they’d own a hybrid, like bunny or sheep darling so they can delude themselves into thinking they’re keeping them safe. or maybe they’re both hybrids too? maybe just Kaveh is?? the possibilities r so endless with this au

tw - implied non///con, unhealthy relationships, dumbification and unbalanced power dynamics.

there are actually so many possibilities with kalhaitham,,,, i can see any of these dynamics being really fun, but i am absolutely in-love with the concept of kaveh finding a stray bunny hybrid while scoping out an empty plot of land for an upcoming project (that is, if his client actually coughs up enough funding, this time) and immediately deciding he just can't bare to leave you all by yourself. alhaitham gets home in time to catch kaveh wrestling you into a bath, having already made a valiant effort to comb the burrs and mud out of your matted fur, and attempts to warn his roommate about how much attention hybrids can demand, how moody and absent-minded rabbits tend to be in particular, but of course, kaveh's too stubborn to listen. since kaveh swears up and down that you'll be staying in his bedroom and cared for with kaveh's meager commissions, he lets it go (even if he does keep tighnari on speed-dial, just in case).

you are a little cute, once you get cleaned up. bunny hybrids tend to be somewhat empty behind the eyes, and you're no exception, perfectly happy to be cared for and doted on and dressed up in kaveh's pretty, frilly outfits so long as it means you're fed well and allowed to spend your days bundled up in kaveh's fluffy, expensive blankets. you don't say much, not when you're alone with alhaitham, but kaveh seems more focused on treating you like some oversized stuffed animal than making conversation - always hauling you into his lap and fawning over your floppy ears, fussing over your outfits and your diet and your rough you must've had it before he took you in.

really, the only time alhaitham hears your voice is as he passes kaveh's door at night, when he pauses to listen to kaveh's cooing and the strangled, muffled sounds you let out, so unlike anything he's ever heard you make before. sometimes, he'll linger longer than he knows he should, fuck his fist as he pictures your plush body bouncing on kaveh's thigh - your big, dumb eyes wide and watery and your little pink nose twitching as you cum for the thousandth time. it's no wonder you've always got that glazed-over, faraway look; he's surprised you can bring yourself to think at all when kaveh's constantly fucking you to the brink of unconsciousness, constantly splitting you open on his tongue or his fingers or his cock whenever alhaitham turns his back. then again, alhaitham would be lying if he said he doesn't see why kaveh is so feral, when it comes to you.

if he had less self-restraint, he would've bent you over the first time he caught you traipsing around the house in one of your tiny skirts, would've told you to get on your knees as soon as he realized exactly what his roommate was using that pretty mouth for. you're lucky he has more self-respect than kaveh does. you're lucky he takes better care of his pets than kaveh does.

you're lucky that, when comes time for his turn to fuck your brains away, alhaitham's already decided he's going to treat you like the animal you are rather than the toy kaveh so clearly wants you to be.

#hybrid au #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere alhaitham #yandere kaveh

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coffeegnomee · 1 month ago

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Gnome... Do you have any devotions thoughts in these trying times? I would love to know your opinions about the stream™, especially in regards to Mapicc. Cause his reaction to the bacon hearts thing seems so extreme, it's such a small thing compared to everything else

I keep thinking about your post about how incompatible and in sync they are at the same time, and Zam's stream is such a good example of that

(no pressure to respond ofc, but if you have any thoughts about what's going on I would be glad to hear them)

heheheheheehheeheh

ok idk where I really want to go with this. There are so many thoughts and I just finished the stream.

I feel like I finally understand exactly what happened during the dupe war. Mapicc placing that first crit in Zam's face felt exactly the same as Mapicc coming down with his sword on Spoke over. and over. and over again. Until Spoke ran out of totems. If Zam didn't run, we'd have that clip again.

pound. pound. pound. Until he is dead. No words. Past emotion.

And isn't the reasoning exactly the same?

Loyal, loyal Mapicc. You hate when someone goes behind the team to work with the enemy.

But it's more than just helping the enemy.

MAPICC: "because bro. Why is it a big fucking problem when I put wardens at spawn, you have to *ugh* throw me away, side with derapchu, make a whole new country, but then, when fucking bacon does it, here’s 6 hearts buddy, stay alive”

It's always. Always. Been about Derap. How Zam left him for Derap. No. Replaced him with Derap.

But did you notice? The tiny reordering of events. Mapicc says he put wardens at spawn AND THEN Zam threw him away to side with Derap.

But do you remember? Zam said "I'm teammates with Derap" and Mapicc's heart dropped. He went silent, started mulling, started clicking his ax at the air. Started wanting to kill Bacon. Starting wanting to do something.. crazy.

Only then did he bring wardens to spawn.

Everything has hinged upon that one moment. The panic of loosing Zam. The realization that he was already gone. The belief that it was too late.

And Mawn started days later.

And a few days before (the day mapicc talked to Spoke 1:28:00), Hannah was asking Mapicc why he hated Derap so much, and Mapicc said cause Zam replaced him with Derap. She laughed and said, why aren't you mad at Zam then?

MAPICC: “i went to do one fucking project and bro replaced me with derapchu. And kicked me off his little groupy team thing.” HANNAH: “oh so you’re jealous! Okay” MAPICC: “no he deadass replaced me. It’s not even a jealousy thing. He deadass replaced the team with me with derapchu” HANNAH: "doesn't that reflect more on zam? Did zam do that?” MAPICC: “I hate both of them. Wait shit youre right. Fuck. You are right” MAPICC: ”no you're right about that! That makes Zam the dickhead. Why am I mad at derapchu?” MAPICC: ”what the hell” HANNAH: "I'm mad at derapchu because he would always kill bacon and I'm mad at him cause he has a bunch of wemmbu hearts that he doesn't deserve” MAPICC: "that’s also why I hate him. That’s part of the reason. That’s what it is. It's like zam replaced, me, with a shittier version of me. A 20 heart player that didn't actually get all the kills.”

It's not really about the 6 (5) hearts. The thing about the hearts is that they were the straw that broke the camel's back.

And that's the thing about the straw. You don't realize it's the one until it's too late. And it's just a little straw. Such a tiny thing.

But the hearts symbolized something: Support. The one thing Mapicc has not had from Zam all season. How many confrontations have they had about Zam either stopping Mapicc from killing, or warning his prey he's coming, or Zam not wanting to fight someone.

And that's not even to begin to talk about Zam's point of view. How and why he did everything he did. How every interaction has lead them down the slow march that landed him here.

It's too long to write, and you know the tale. Every little step that has brought Zam to the realization that what is best for the server is content, and if he can keep the content going then he will do whatever is necessary.

To understand that, during Mawn, Zam would have had to be in a completely different frame of mind. It was too soon to teaming with Derap and Flame was too *weird* that day for him to ever be able to be on Mapicc's side.

And Derap provided him with an easy out.

A way away from his feelings. A way away from the confusion of spawn, the pain and emotions, the heartbreak of Mapicc.

And Zam gladly took it. A way to be with his teammate who seemed to care about him so much more than Mapicc suddenly did, and a way to not fight Mapicc. To excuse himself from the content because the one person he cannot fight is Mapicc.

If Mapicc was the one taking up Subz legacy.. all alone. Zam would have thrown himself at Mapicc. Without ever trying to fight him I think.

But as it was Mapicc always needs a duo, someone by his side. And in his anger he picked Flame, picked him knowing that all he wanted to do was torment Zam.

Mapicc was both not alone, and with someone Zam could not ideologically reconcile with.

And Zam was both not alone, and with someone Mapicc could not ideologically reconcile with.

And so Mawn was not the same situation at all with Bacon. Bacon didn't just not own spawn, he was alone.

And he wasn't going directly against Zam, putting wardens at Zaun. He wasn't being oddly obsessed with Zam's reaction and trying to force him to stay and build at Mawn.

And Bacon recently had told Zam, for the first time Zam had ever heard it, that he didn't think they were in the wrong for doing Abyss. That Bacon counts Abyss as one of his biggest successes. For the first time ever Zam had the support of a server member for one of the actions he held as both a massive failure, and bad for the server.

And a couple weeks later he's having a very interesting lore convo with Bacon. He almost sounds like how Zam sounded during the Joker arc, confident, happy, excited, talking like what he was doing was exciting for Zam too, and Zam found himself agreeing.

ZAM:” [mutes] he’s talking like me. It's so fascinating”

And well. Bacon was doing something Subz did. And trying to understand, what was the phrase *rifles papers* "my dead teammate's legacy" oh. ok. so, not "previous teammate". "dead" teammate. Like they were simply just recently alive and still a teammate. Got it.

Subz being the object of fascination of Bacon's is so much of why Zam helped him out. He wanted to know why Subz left too. Did his heart skip a beat wondering if Bacon could solve the riddle to if Subz forgave him for Eclipse? If Bacon found out the reason, could Zam bring Subz back? Maybe just for a convo?

All questions never asked. But then. "Im just saying bacon’s not the only person to carry out my dead teammate’s legacy alright?"

Oh me oh my. How the past haunts PrinceZam forever. How everything is always about ItzSubz_ (and Vitalasy)

Not that he could ever tell Mapicc that. That was the last time Mapicc competed for Zam's affection and he hated Subz for it. With the same passion he hates Derap, except Subz could kill him.

Always jealous after PrinceZam, our Mapicc.

#devotions #gnome.rambles #lifesteal spoilers

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gotham-daydreams · 6 months ago

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Are you alive? Is 2025 your date of death? We miss you mate

HI!!! OKAY SINCE A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE CONCERNED AND I GENUINELY DON'T WANT ANYONE TO WORRY (especially with how the year is kicking off) I'll say it-

I AM ALIVE!!!

I know it's been a long while, and I apologize for that!! I didn't want to start off the year this way, and actually wanted to start it off with a one shot (and the one that was supposed to come out on Christmas, along with the remaining chapters of the red dawn and so on) but I'll be honest and say that I got distracted, caught up in one too many things, and fell out of DC for a hot minute before crawling back like a man starved.

I've missed you all so much, and for the past few days have been trying to get those things I mentioned together so that I can finally have something up again! Even if I've royally failed the challenge back in October, those last chapters will and are still uneditied and basically made on a time crunch. The oneshots are getting done as we speak, and Chapter 4 is in the works :]

If it sounds like a lot and absolutely insane, that's because it is!! I'll be honest and say that I'm more excited for other projects then what I'm currently working on, but am focusing more on getting things done because you all deserve that and especially for all of your patience and kindness! I know I've said it before, but the Not Series really isn't my best work, and I don't think it will be, but even then I still want to produce a Chapter that you'll enjoy - but if anyone sees a decline in quality (despite the first and 2nd chapter essentially being written in one sitting and posted on the same day), that's probably why!

I do have some updates regarding some of the fics I said I was planning on writing, with the biggest update being in regards to "Ghost" as I've essentially almost rewritten the entire plot at this point, but I'll get there when I get there.

Nevertheless, yes, I am still alive! Even if you probably won't hear too much from me until those couple of things get done, I'll try to multitask and such as much as I can! The way of how I post things may be a little odd, but it'll mostly be with when I get them done, and with all the time I have at the moment - well, I might actually be able to meet my own deadline this time around... even if that new years oneshot is already 13 days late, and I'm not going to talk about the rest of the stuff I have to work on.

Regardless, rest assured! I'm not dead yet, and progress is being made! ... And what better way to show that then being late once again! LOL

#talking daydreams #yandere batfam #not series #the red dawn #batfam oneshots #trust me i cannot believe how late i am either #but at this point i'm tired of it and just trying to get things done #i don't want to produce something half baked either but i am trying my best to keep things fresh and interesting as well #i will say that the oneshots do get a little dark tho!#and so does the red dawn but that's a given considering how that little series is going #again i know i failed that challenge without a doubt #and honestly writing 5 whole chapters in 5 days was crazy enough #especially with how my writing style is #not to mention the ideas i come up with #but again i want to try and keep things the way they were supposed to be initially #the not series is going to be rushed #that i will admit #but its also so that i can focus on stories i feel are more interesting #and have actual substance and effort put into it #that isn't to say that i don't like it #it was just a rushed idea i put out haphazardly and am following with an equally rushed out story #and i feel like you guys definitely deserve better then that #besides #i have plenty of other ideas for neglected readers that are - in my opinion - much more interesting anyway!

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zenith-astral · 1 month ago

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already a year

okay, so I had a different project for this, but I still wanted to say something about it here

today is the one year anniversary of my very first post of my little dumbass on the internet

and I wanted to bring attention to some of my favorites on this post, but in my project I may be mentioning more than 50 people lol

@grinnames I’m starting with you. you are a really cool person and I never really made anything for you, but I knew of your god box au and I was intending to draw something for it for a while. But when I dived back in and saw rtv, I freaked. That shit is so crazzzzyyy I love it so much!!! I love the humor as well in it, and I hope it continues! Keep going man, you’re doing awesome nonetheless of drawing or not. You’re one of my new favorites btw! Btw, for the writing I talked about that one post before I disappeared, I’m already two to three chapters in the making already, thank you so much. And you’re right. May Micheals w’s be many and his L’s few! *slowly walks up and looks at you different gremlin style ominously* …you ARE going to bring him back, right?

@strange0-0storm the man of the tumblr sexy man smg8! You have gotta be the first person on the planet of tumblr when I first came on. You had a sick art style and an even more exctatic?? oc, and you had me HOOKED on the arrival. I don’t freakin care if you’re interested in persona five, or literally anything else, I will scroll through your thing over and over again just to be reminded how cool you are and how far you’ve gotten!

@rat-n-atty you have a very special place in my heart, I personally love you (platonically), being one of the very first mutuals I had and one of the mutuals that I was the most shocked. You are still really cool, and you have an amazing gift; don’t let others try to degrade your personality or life, and don’t get too caught up in what the world has to say about you. You are so amazing!

@purpdrawsthings you silly Billy! I remember our first little interaction being that one poster-style thing of where you drew so many amazing people including my silly little Jade! (Which I allegedly may have asked you first) I must admit, I freaked out that day when I saw on my email “purpledrawsthings mentioned you in a post!” I thought that was so crazy, then I knew I wanted to draw for you, and quite honestly, be your friend. You are still so cool and I won’t forget your silliness and- oh btw ur brainwashed au is so cool u introduced me to Hamilton’s music lol, but I won’t forget your silliness and your amazing charm!

@echostarsys you, are also one of my favorite mutuals, straight after atlas, actually. I think you showed up on her blogs and I was like why not follow another person, but seriously, you’re amazing too. I got to know you a bit better on discord (sorry for all y’all I got my computer taken from me) and I didn’t understand some things, but you helped me see it and I just grew to love your talent and your conversations! I wish I had my cpu back so I could use discord again but let’s just wait and enjoy each others time!

@libbytwq YOU! You are literally one of the very vip cool people I follow, and when I first started to interact with you, I was so intrigued by the style of Libby and LE, I thought that was so cool and crazy, and I wanted to draw for you (like I always do) but seriously with all the silly lore you have of your silly lesbian entity makes me wanna freak outttt! I was genuinely inspired and you helped me get through some stuff I might have never seen myself. I am still to finish drawing the “weed brownie” scenario, I just forgot to work on it lol

@its-a-me-mango you mlp fan guy. I honestly- oh yeah I remember now, I drew your profile picture on an index card and something stupid kinda stuck with me, the #they told me to get real so I turned into paper, kinda thing, and then I just figured, draw for this silly guy again. You have gotta be one of the funniest ppl on discord at least when I was there, and I love how silly you are with the tv man, the burger guy, and just the fans you interact with! You are awesome sauce! Also, you should stop eating or whatever you do with your “high glue” or smth, its unprofessional for a donktor-

@coralalala64 I remember when your ThAnGs took the tumblr by storm, and by my life, I still need to draw them- but you have an amazing talent (like I mean to everyone else) and especially reactions, I actually wanted to look at your atyle and figure out how you get the expressions so well! I’m still lowkey a bit crazy about your drawings and your artstyle being so chibi and all, but really keep up your good work! But no pressure, take your time.

aaaand @tiredsmashbros your silly burger guy got into my freaking head man. I love the burger haven and how silly things can get on the server, I used to flip through the channels like I was in five nights at Freddy’s when I had my computer, and I really didn’t want to miss out on anything. Congrats on your own anniversary, and the comics you just blasted into your account got me freaking out! Congratulations on passing college? too, I’m still trying to get out of high school lol. I am, waiting for lipbite/j but I’ll be there when you’re ready. You’re an amazing person, and seriously, you’re fun. Also, I am curious how did you make your book hard copy and all? I’m kinda, writing my own story-

and for the little people who might want a lil spoiler for my silly little project

fine ig

Here y’all go, just the silly lil intro

but seriously for all of you amazing people metioned and not, I really appreciate you guys, helping me personally and just making me laugh when I needed it, and for non-mutuals, I really hope we could be friends!

(I was supposed to post this yesterday)

#a5tral art #fanart #just drawing #artists on tumblr #smg4 ocs #zenith_astral #storm #tsb #uhhhh #one year anniversary #I honestly can believe it #Love you all

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I try...ANYWAY IT'S ANGSTY THRAWN HOUR

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags: Angsty, kinda hurt/comfort, love declaration, first kiss, pre-relationship, farewells and adieus

“He is asleep...” You sigh, sitting next the pilote seat.

Mitth’raw’nuruodo barely turns his head to you as he taps away on the keyboard in front of him, his other hand solidly wrapped around the handle of the lever.

“All right.” He responds, “It has been a busy day for him.”

“For all of us.”

You roll your shoulders with a wince, trying to relax, thinking back about everything that happened today. You have been sent on a reconnaissance mission for the Outbound Flight project with your young padawan and came across an unexpected meeting.

Mitth’raw’nuruodo.

An adult alien...Like your padawan.

This was a surprise, to say the least. So far away from your side of the galaxy, you struck gold with someone who could speak Meese Caulf with you to guide you.

Mitth’raw’nuruodo, or Thrawn as he asked you to pronounce, was a man of few words at the beginning. A cold, stern mask on his face, he barely batted an eye at Maceo’s presence with you. Even less reacted when he discovered you both wielded the force to get out of an ambush.

But he was definitely... interested. Unlike Maceo.

Maceo looked surprised at first before completely closing in on himself and taking care not to offer Thrawn any attention. You thought he would take advantage of the situation and ask so many questions, Thrawn would tear his ears off in exasperation.

But no... He barely acknowledged his existence and went perfectly mute, even to you.

You casually tried to make conversation with Thrawn, trying to get him to talk a bit for Maceo to overhear and learn about himself and his parents, but he closes his doors shut and does not speak a word in Thrawn’s presence.

Thrawn chose not to pick it up and left the boy in peace.

It has been four months now... You share a ship and travel the universe together.

For now.

Despite it being a wonderful occasion for Maceo to learn about his origins, you see it brings him more pain than anything else, and you wish this mission would quickly come to an end, for your padawan’s sake.

“You must sleep too, Master(F/n).” Thrawn tells you, eyes focused straight ahead on the dark universe.

“But you would fall asleep at the commands. I should remain to keep you awake.” You tightly smile, taking your Jedi coat off.

You sigh again, slouching on your seat.

“What is our next stop?”

“We will make a stop at Yashuvhu. I have informants there.” He placidly announces.

“Well, you’ll know where to find us, then. All tucked into bed in the quarter aisle of the ship while you go fight the baddies.”

“I am surprised you aren’t more insistent to visit our worlds, Master (F/n).”

“You told us to never leave the ship without you.”

“You could leave when I am away.” He counters.

You snort and tap an angle of the room above your head.

“With all the micro-cameras you hid to spy on us?”

He quickly glances at the camera you are taping on before looking ahead again.

“I did not expect you to notice them this early.” He notes, almost uninterested.

“I am a master Jedi.” You smile, crossing your hands behind your head to make yourself comfortable, “I take advantage of those moments to study with Maceo; he is a little bit late on the curriculum.”

“This is a healthy way to pass the time.”

“Not what he would say.” You snigger.

“Perhaps.”

You sigh once more, crossing your legs.

“Why did you accept us on your ship?” You ask after a moment of silence.

“I told you already. I must monitor any threat entering our territories.”

“Is that all?”

“Is it not a good reason enough to you?”

“Well... A single Master Jedi and a young Padawan, I don’t really see us overthrowing your entire government any day soon.”

“You would be surprised.”

“Come on now, two individuals could wreak havoc on the Supreme political system of the Mighty Chiss just like that?”

“I hear your condescension, Master.”

“You misheard.”

“I am not letting you out without supervision.”

“Then I will ask you to take a little bit of your time to monitor us off that ship. Maceo did not see the sun for two entire months, and I cannot qualify the ship’s training room as sufficient to spend the energy of a tween.”

“We can spend two or three hours outside of the ship together tomorrow when we arrive.”

“Good. See you tomorrow.”

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You take off your cloak with a sigh of relief, throwing it in your cramped, shared bedroom with Maceo before joining the two Chiss in the small kitchen.

Maceo had the occasion to stretch his legs in a market and a quick training session outside with you, under Thrawn’s careful vigilance, of course. When you proposed that the two men train together, Maceo immediately turned off his blade and just left the area to return to the ship in silence.

“I am sorry.” You said to Thrawn.

“What for?”

“His attitude.”

“He is young and headstrong. It will pass at some point.”

“He could at least exchange some polite words with you, you are helping us in our mission.”

“Chiss are proud and naturally wary of strangers. In a sense, he is truly one of my kin.”

“Don’t say that out loud.” You whisper to him, glancing at the door Maceo just disappeared through.

“I will remember it.”

“We should prepare dinner.”

“We have an entire stock of military rations for the mission, Master (F/n).”

“I know.” You shake your hand, “But I like to be sure of what Maceo eats, he needs a very precise caloric intake and follows a strict diet.”

“I am curious to see what your part of the galaxy thinks a growing Chiss’ diet must be.”

“Then help me cook!” You propose smiling at the Chiss as you take out vegetables from the small fridge of the ship’s kitchenette.

For the first time, Thrawn looks at you with a reserved and surprised expression.

“I do not know how to cook.”

“I saw you cook before.” You counter, raising an eyebrow at the man.

“I do not take taste into account, only the nutritional value of the meal.”

“I can help with that, follow my lead.” You propose, washing the vegetables in the sink.

Thrawn purses his lips, on the defensive.

“I do not think this is a good idea, Master (F/n)”

“Come on, cooking is fun, and you always appreciate a good dinner!” And without any ceremony, you shove a knife and a squash in Thrawn’s hands before grabbing his arm and pulling him to the work surface, not leaving him any choice.

Did he just gulp?

No, you must be hallucinating things.

You grab a portion of meat and start cutting it. In silence, Thrawn lays the squash on the surface and starts cutting, following our orders to the letter. You cook together, you humming a tune while Thrawn follows your directives in silence. His knife skills are very good, but indeed he doesn’t know how to balance the flavors of the dish.

“You seem pleased.” He finally says, breaking off his mutism;

“I am. I love to cook, especially for Maceo.” You muse, tasting the sauce.

“You cook regularly for him?”

“As much as I can.”

“He is lucky to have a mother figure such as you in his life.” He casually says, eyes locked to the cooking dish, stirring the pot.

“I am just trying my best as his master.”

“You have a lot of affection for him, I can tell.”

“You’re right, I do. I was the one who found him in the streets and took him to the temple. He has been attached to my hips since that day.”

“You found him in the streets?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, with other homeless kids. He used his feeble talents in the force to steal food or money to feed themself. The poor little ones...”

Thrawn slowly nods, turning the stove off under the pan. You pour a ladleful of the dish onto a plate and head to your small ‘quarters’. The ship only had one bedroom with two beds, and Thrawn installed a sheet of fabric between the two for privacy and added a cot for you to sleep in.

“Maceo? Do you want to eat with us?” You ask, peeling the sheet to see your padawan, knees pressed to his chest, looking at the wall.

“No.”

“Maceo...” You sigh, sitting down next to him, “I understand you are not enthusiastic to travel with Thrawn, but politeness asks you to share at least one meal with our host.”

“No.”

“Maceo.” You harden your tone, “Come eat with us, this is an order.”

“But that would be a disaster for you, no Master?” He turns to you with a grin of disdain.

“What do you mean?” You demand.

“Oh, come on, I am not blind. You are making doe eyes at him since we met, it was very touching seeing you two cook like a happily wed couple, by the way.” He drops, “I could have shed a tear.”

“I...! You...! What?”

Was... Was it that obvious that a 12-year-old would see it?

Were you not able to hide the frenzy of your heart properly?

“Should I leave the bedroom for the night? Leaving you some intimacy? Or will you keep your vows intact?”

“Maceo!” You raise your voice authoritatively, “You are only 12, what kind of comments are those?! I am your master, you owe me respect!”

“For now he is owning your full attention...” Maceo returns his head to the wall.

“Fine! You are grounded. I forbid you from leaving the suite for the rest of the evening.”

“Good, I don’t want to walk on something.”

You jump to your feet, furious. What is wrong with him lately? He barely speaks and only opens his mouth to make crude comments about you now?

You leave the dish behind you for him and close the suite door behind you. You fume, returning to the small kitchenette where Thrawn is polishing and cleaning his gun.

His charrics, as he calls them.

He silently observes you heading to the pot, only to stand in front of it, unmoving and head low, seething.

“You are angry, Master.” He plainly says, his own plate next to his weapons.

“Jedi don’t know anger.” You hiss between your teeth.

“Jedi, maybe. But mothers do.”

You sigh, lowering your shoulders.

“I am not his mother... I am his master.”

Thrawn doesn’t add anything, taking a bite of food. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes to calm down.

‘Jedi don’t know fear nor anger, there is only peace... Only peace...’

You repeat the mantra in your head several times, feeling your exasperation subsiding slowly.

Calming down to your normal self.

You pour yourself some food and sit down with your host.

“He won’t be eating with us tonight, I grounded him to sleeping quarters.”

“I figured as much.” Thrawn simply responds, making his charric click. “I see you too have a moody child to take care of.”

You blink, your spoon in mid-air, surprised.

“You have a child?” You ask, dumbfounded.

“No.” He grins to himself, “But I am part of the entourage of a little girl that is growing and discovering her personality, with all the difficulties it comes with.”

“Really?” You squint.

“Indeed.”

“I guess it makes sense, you seem quite fitting to be a father figure.” You think out loud.

Thrawn turns to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, you are very mature and responsible, I am sure you are a positive figure in that little girl’s life.” You correct yourself.

He considers you for a few more seconds before refocusing on his guns.

“I hope so.”

You eat in silence, embarrassed by what you just implied, your heart pounding in your chest.

Way to go, girl, way to go...

You raise your gaze as Thrawn grabs a chili sauce to add to his dish.

“You too?” You cannot help but smile.

He squints at you in a mute question as he lathers his food.

“Maceo loves to add a lot of chili to all his dishes. I can handle spice well, but he has me completely beaten!” You chuckle a bit.

“Chiss cuisine is indeed spicy, especially towards the Core worlds.” He lets you know.

“Interesting. Maceo has never enough chili sauce, I spend a fortune on those condiments, and I can’t even enjoy them with how hot they are!” You sigh with a tired smile, slouching down in your chair. “Does that mean you add chili sauce to your rations?” You giggle.

“It can happen.”

You smile, shaking your head as you keep eating.

“What brought you to this part of the galaxy?” He asks, laying his gun on the table, pulling his plate in front of him.

“I told you already, didn’t I?” You munch on your bite.

“Why are you really here?” He asks again.

You chew on your bite, looking at your plate before letting out a sigh.

You knew already that he did not buy your excuse of a ‘Study travel’ for your Padawan’s education.

Can you really tell him? He orders you to speak, but all his weapons are laying under your eyes, as easy for you to grab as him, and his tone was still somewhat relaxed.

Maybe it was more of a suggestion than an order...

You look up to him to detail his face.

He looks back at you, calm and collected, awaiting your response patiently.

You swallow and take a sip of water before opening your mouth.

“We are searching for a missing Jedi named Vergere.”

“Were they a high ranking character in your order?”

“Yes, quite. She was very important to the temple of Coruscant. She disappeared at a moment we direly needed her...”

“I see.”

“And you? You are not only monitoring the threats to the Ascendancy all along in this little ship.” You ask in return.

His hand holding his spoon stops moving, and he tilts his face towards the window next to the table you are sitting at, looking outside at the rain among the leaves of the forest around the ship.

He remains silent, still.

You look at him as you eat, awaiting his own response. But it does not seem to come.

But if it is a confidential mission, you trust he would not have qualms telling you not to put your nose everywhere.

So maybe it is more... A personal quest.

You lower your gaze back to your plate as he does not respond, taking a new spoonful.

Oh well, if he doesn’t want to-

“I am on a rescue mission...” He suddenly speaks.

You look back in surprise, stunned by his tone. It is soft and low and... Pain pierces through his deep tessitura.

“I am searching for my older brother.”

Your throat dries out. Uh-oh, what kind of memories did you just stir up in him?

“I am sorry, Thrawn...” You let him know, “Do not feel pressured to respond.”

He takes a deep breath.

His expression is perfectly stern and calm, but his gaze is lost in the void.

“He disappeared because of me, because I failed.” He continues, more to himself than you.

Without thinking, you lean forward and grab his free hand to squeeze it gently.

“Whatever happened, I am sure it was not because of you, Thrawn. I cannot believe such a thing.”

You feel his hand stiffening in your grip, and his gaze travels to your joined hands, his expression puzzled.

But he doesn’t take his hand back.

“I appreciate the thought, (Y/n).” He whispers.

You press your lips shut

‘(Y/n)’

Not ‘Master (F/n)’ or simply ‘Master’

Justr ‘(Y/n)’

“This is more than a thought, Thrawn. This is my Jedi instinct guided by the Force that tells me that you are not responsible for his disappearance.” You assure him, squeezing his hand in a supporting motion.

He falls silent and takes his hand back after another minute in your hand. You cross your arms on the table with a long sigh as he closes back on himself like an oyster.

“You should go to sleep with Padawan Maceo. Not leave him alone in a stranger’s ship, I will sleep in the living area for the night.” He offers, recovering his usual detached attitude.

“You are no stranger. You are a friend to the Republic, and my friend.”

He lets out a saddened chuckle.

“Some time ago, someone told me Chiss had no friends among the Chaos.

“That would be tragic, no species can thrive by only themself. Rest assured, you have friends among the Republic and human spaces.” You promise.

“I will remember it...”

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You wake up, holding Maceo in your embrace. You smile at the sleepy face of the tween, still firmly in Morpheus’ arms.

Usually you would wake him up to start the day, but you feel like he could enjoy sleeping late for today.

You slip out of bed and tuck him well before silently leaving the room. You expected to find Thrawn snoozing on the small, sturdy ‘sofa’ in the living room, but he seems awake for some time already. You approach the cockpit, and sure enough, you can hear voices coming from behind the door.

You cannot understand a word of that language, but you recognize Thrawn’s melodic voice and a woman’s voice.

Thrawn sounds... Tired

Or sad

You do not pry and return to the kitchenette area to prepare a breakfast for all three of you. It is not chic or glorious, but it should taste good and fill your stomachs well.

Thrawn appears at the door, combing his locks with his fingers.

“Hello!” You smile, “I prepared breakfast, are you hungry?”

He details the scene, mute, almost taken aback.

“It has been ages since I shared a breakfast.” He confesses.

Until now, he always chose to eat his breakfast away from you or at a different time, if he even ate any...

You prepare the table for three, but you have little hope Maceo will join if Thrawn is here.

“I have news.” Thrawn says gravely, “I am summoned back to Csilla immediately.”

You stop dead in your tracks.

That can only mean one thing.

“Where will you disembark us?” you ask.

“On a nearby outpost. Little people live here, you will be able to leave Chiss space discreetly and peacefully.” He lets you know.

“I see...” Your throat dries up.

It is as good.

Thrawn helped you for 6 months to pass through the net of Chiss’ vigilance, helped you in your mission while conducting his. You made way more progress with him than you would have been able to make just the two of you.

You knew it was not a permanent solution and you would part way at some point

Obviously!

You are strangers to each other after all!

So why?

Why is your heart bleeding out at the idea of never seeing this man ever again...?

“Good. That’s good, it was time we left anyway.” You keep smiling at him, finishing to place the cutlery, “You helped us a lot, we surely hindered you in your own mission. Thank you, Thrawn, for your hospitality.”

“You are welcome.” He responds with detachment.

Yeah... Clearly, he is not affected.

He is more responsible than you! You are clearly the only one soft enough to catch feelings for a perfect stranger.

Jeez, maybe those sappy romance books you pilfered in your tween years were not without consequences after all...

You return to the oven to stir the food, hiding the trembling of your hands behind a soft smile.

“It should soon be ready!” You chant.

“Master (Y/n)-”

“Mmmmmmmmmh, that smells so good.” You talk over him, not to hear his infuriatingly soft voice.

“Master...”

“Please go wake Maceo! He will be famished at this hour!”

You keep your back turned, focusing on the dish, adding some local cinnamon.

“(Y/n), look at me...” He whispers, right behind you.

You can feel his warm breath on the back of your exposed neck, giving you goosebumps. You can feel the heat radiating from his taller body, almost pressed to yours, but firmly apart.

His hand slides to your side to turn the stove off and gently grabs your shoulders, caressing your skin with his thumbs.

“(Y/n), listen please.” He whispers softly in your ear. “I will not take too much of your time.”

You freeze in his grip, closing your eyes shut as you gulp.

What could he want to say that is so pressing that he would act in such an out-of-character fashion?

“Look at me, please.”

You take a deep breath and put on your brave face. You spin toward him, flashing him a playful smile.

“Yes?”

He releases your shoulders, but do not take a step back, remaining close to you. So close you can feel his breath on your lips.

He looks down at you from all his height, his eyes darkened by an indescribable emotion agitating his gaze.

“(Y/n)... I find myself in a peculiar situation.” He breathe

“Oh? Anything I can do to help?” You ask with controlled enthusiasm.

“Start by not playing the coy one, (Y/n).” He lets you know in a tone leaving no doubt that he was not buying you false cheer, “Please.”

You gulp, abandoning the gleeful expression for a more prudent one. You slowly nod as you gulp.

“Yes...?”

He takes a breath, like he did not know how to start, and his usual detached persona is of no use for what he wanted to tell you.

“I am going to miss you.” He finally reveals.

“Me too.” You smile sadly.

“Not as a mission companion, nor as a friend... But as something deeper.” He continues, voice barely trembling.

You look at his glowing red eyes, hypnotised by the sheer intelligence shining through them.

But also a spark of vulnerability.

“I will miss you for the rest of my life.”

“...Me too.” You admit with a small voice.

You really hope Maceo is still deeply sleeping, how could you ever explain such a situation to your padawan?

This is not what Jedi do!

His fingers discreetly come grazing yours at your sides, intertwining them gently.

“This is not the jedi way...” You confess, almost like it would stop everything.

“This is neither the Chiss way.” He confesses in return, “But I cannot help myself. I cannot resist you...” He lets out in a breath, inclining himself, the tip of your lips brushing sinfully, “Tell me you want it too...”

You are trapped between his massive size and the stove, but you don’t feel like a prisoner at all. You have the intimate conviction that he would back down with one word from you, that he would not force himself on you.

And you should push him back! You should stop that foolishness immediately!

You should...

Indeed, you should...

But do you want to?

“I’ve never kissed anyone before...” You admit.

“Me neither.” He reveals in return, “I would be honored if you were my only one...”

You gasp and close your eyes, and Thrawn closes the gap between you two.

Your lips meet and dance together sensually but gently, carefully discovering the rhythm and rhymes of that choreography while his hands release yours to slide behind your back and your head.

Pressing your two bodies tight.

Gradually, the kiss deepens and gets hungrier as his embrace tightens around you. You dig your nails into his shoulder blades through his uniform, gripping him for dear life as you lose your breath in his kiss.

He hisses subtly at your nails and asks for access to your mouth with his tongue. You concede it, and soon your two tongues meet and hug as he is now devouring your mouth, his knee between your two thighs, pressing you against the stove, backing you against a corner.

And as naturally as it escalated, the situation de-escalates gradually, until you are only hugging each other, forehead pressed against the other, cradling each other as Thrawn lets out a sound akin to a purr resonating in the cramped room.

“I can’t stay...” You let him know.

“I know. You have important duties toward your Republic.” He murmurs, agreeing with your decision, even if it tears him apart.

“Do you think we will see each other again?” You wonder

“Unlikely...”

“I figured as such...” You sigh

He squeezes your hand and kisses your knuckles gently.

“Maceo would never be happy among the Chiss, his place is with you, on the other side of the Galaxy.” He assures you, “You are meant to be together until he becomes a full warrior.”

“I am going to miss you terribly...” You refrain from a sob.

“Me too... I will remember you until my last breath.” He promises gravely, “You hold my heart for the remainder of my life.”

“And you hold mine...”

“Go wake Maceo, we soon will need to leave or the Ascendancy will send a squad to retrieve me. It is best if they don’t find you... Go, my love, I will cover your tracks.”

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