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kikis-writing-world · 8 months
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Random ~400 word Eddie Munson x GN!Reader smut drabble. No warnings, no proofing, just horniness.
Eddie was hot and heavy inside of you, stretching you with a slight pinch after the time apart. You whined, reaching behind you for the man you spent months missing while he was on tour.
"Fuck, I missed you." Eddie huffed as he collapsed against your back. Sweat slick skin against sweat slick skin. The sparse dusting of hair over his chest prickling pleasantly against your back.
You found his messy mop of hair - only made messier from the fooling around that lead to this point - and dug your fingers deep into the silken curls. "Please Ed-" you sighed, breath catching as you rolled your hips into him.
Eddie's hands gripped your hips suddenly. Firmly. He held you tight against his hips, holding you still. "Just a minute," he begged, breathing the words against your ear. "Just a minute." He repeated like a mantra, nuzzling against your hair.
You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you whimper. You struggled not to writhe in Eddie's hold as his hands squeezed your hips. His deep, panting breaths tickled the your ear as he fought to keep his composure. The steady ache for more between your legs throbbed, demanding attention.
Eddie inhaled deeply once, twice, as his grip loosened. He nuzzled closer, trying to take as much of you in at once. You skin, your soap, your sweat - all of you. His hands left your hips, caressing your sides.
"I could die right here and be a happy man," he murmured against the shell of your ear. His damp lips and hot breath sent a shiver down your spine, all the way until it joined the aching need.
"If you don't start fucking me, I'll kill you myself." You teased, pressing back against him again with your new freedom.
Eddie's own chuckle was cut short as you ground against him, his hands flying back to your hips. He turned his head towards your arm, one hand still tangled in his hair. He pressed his lips against the inside of your forearm, surprisingly chaste as he pulled out of you slowly.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He purred.
You felt the wolfish grin against your skin as he growled, nipping at your skin as he thrust forward.
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mywookie81 · 2 years
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Lee Dong Wook 🖤
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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year
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Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 | Tale of the Nine Tailed Season 2, Episode 1 | Favorite scenes (vol. 1)
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daemontargayryen · 11 months
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Love, Maybe.
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the-gershomite · 2 years
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Star Wars Tales #10 December 2001
“A Wookie Scorned”
story by Jason Hall
art by Christina Chen
colors by Dan Jackson
lettered by Steve Dutro
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chucapybara · 3 months
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hearts are beating, the night is fleeting
there's no denying—puhon, puhon
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thetempleofhades · 5 months
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hello my pookie wookie spookie dookie kitten bear i hope you are doing splendidly. i have a request of you my little pookie wokieie spookiie dookie 🥺🥺🥺 what would you think of making a part 2 of the wratg writing 🥺?? (on a serious note its so fuckinf fire and i want to devour it but theres not enough to eat)
my name is pookie wookie spookie dookie kitten bear now. i had to dig out my laptop for this so fast so yes, i can give you a part two my beloved muah muah <333
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It had been a month since the day you disappeared from the three archons' view but the storms persisted. Relentless winds that knocked over stalls and people alike. Rain that turned into thunderstorms, that then turned into hail. It was clear your rage was still ever-present and Teyvat was responding to your rage as the creation most connected to you.
You'd spent most of your time holed inside a cave as you slwoly cooked things you had picked during the slow times, just to be sure you'd never run into anyone but you knew it was only a matter of time before someone found you.
Of course, having to see Venti again was on the bottom of you list of things you wanted to see. Seeing him kneel before you, tears in his eyes only made the rain turn into hail as you stared coldly.
"Your grace, please forgive me. I.... committed a grave injustice against you." He sounded as tearful as he looked but you could only concentrate on your rage.
"You consider hunting someone down like an animal for the slaughter an injustice? I consider that inhumane, unforgivable, a crime is the least I consider it. At most, I consider it a testament of the hate you hold for me." Your words are angry but you face remains neutral as you stare at him coldly.
Books, Ancient texts and tales all recounted about your kindness, about how you would create things in order to bring happiness to your creations. But you had been so hurt, so betrayed, so.... so exhausted that all you could feel was your own rage.
"NO!" Venti protested in a panicked tone, scrambling up from his kneeling position to somehow convince you. "I could never-! Your grace, I would never hate you... I was... I was misguided, I was wrong. I could never hate you."
"Whether you do or don't matters little to me. You hunted me for months in order to kill me. How many times did I plead with you in tears to listen to me, to not kill me? Dozens. I pleaded until I coughed up blood. I ran until my legs gave out. I bled gold once in front of you and suddenly, you're sorry?" Your rage was quiet even as the storm raged on outside.
"Barbatos...." Your voice was quiet, tinged with disappointment. "I don't recognize you anymore. You are no follower of mine. Nor are you my creation." Your words severed the connection that existed all throughout Teyvat, the one that connected you to all your creations and them to you.
You turned and walked away, ignoring his sobs of anguish.
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Okay! So I have seem some people, understandably, critiquing the training exercise that Anakin assigns Ahsoka in Tales of the Jedi.
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This? It's dangerous. It's irresponsible. It's a sure way to give someone a concussion. Over. And over. And over. It's exactly the kind of harebrained and reckless idea Anakin would have.
But the test was not designed to help her eventually survive O66. It was designed because Anakin didn't like the standard exercises every Jedi has to do. He thought the test wasn't tough enough, so designed a similar test that was "tougher."
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And this standard test was likely designed for a couple reasons. The first and likely primary reason is that the simulation helps test a Jedi on their foot control and precision of saber movements. You can see that she doesn't have much area to jump or maneuver around. A secondary lesson might be that the practice could help prepare a Padawan in the event they're in the field and surrounded. The bots are designed to simulate battle droids, after all.
The exercise literally isn't designed with stamina and resourcefulness in mind.
Fortunately, TCW did illustrate, time and time again, that Ahsoka is resourceful in her fights. The Citadel Arc. The arc when she is kidnapped by Trandoshans. The arc in season 5 when pirates attack her and the younglings. And also the "Wrong Jedi" arc when Ahsoka must outrun and escape an entire Gar battalion. So, it was well established that she is able to hold her own and it was established that she had the ability to create the circumstances for her own survival in instances where the field was open and manipulatable and she had assistance. She had already learned how to create her own opportunity or means to escape a sticky situation and how to think in a way where once she had the means or opening to escape, she is able to do so effectively and smartly.
But did she have the stamina and blade skills to create said opening so she then had an opportunity to escape? Especially when surrounded or cornered and alone?
The point of O66 was to literally surround and corner the Jedi. As seen by these dialogue prompts in Jedi: Fallen Order.
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Jedi who found themselves with the opportunity to escape (like Kanan, Cal, and Ahsoka, Obi Wan, and Yoda, to name a few) would escape. And at that point, many of them were as good as gone.
And it has been illustrated over and over that when Jedi are cornered and surrounded:
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like with Minas Velti,
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Ima-Gun Di,
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Aayla Secura,
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Depa Billaba,
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and Jaro Tepal...
... that they can get far and that they have great saber movement and foot control and that they can use their skill to make time for others to get away or survive, but it also always marks the end. It's an impossible situation to get out of. And as much endurance and skill as they might have in many areas, this was never a situation they'd be prepared for or that they were trained to survive. And that was literally the point.
I'm going to hazard a guess that most Jedi did not have "practice" escaping being tracked and hunted (like in the "Wookie Hunt" arc), out running and out witting an entire GAR battalion (like in the "Wrong Jedi" arc), escaping high-security situations while surrounded by high levels of personnel (like in the Citadel arc), or to develop the physical endurance and agility to last long enough to create an out while literally surrounded or cornered (like with the reckless training exercise Anakin puts her through).
Anakin made the test about having no way out and being overwhelmed. He made a test likely about footwork into one about developing the endurance and skill to hold off until you can create the circumstances of your escape while being surrounded or cornered and alone.
Ahsoka said it herself that every Jedi had to take the standard test. And there are a lot of flaws with that it. It isn't designed with the idea of creating the means to escape being surrounded, but to just hold off and hold off until the end of the simulation. I have no doubt that primary purpose would be to practice foot work with blade movements. But in terms of the secondary lesson, it mostly trains them for a speedy defeat against battle droids while having no way out. But the fact that every Jedi has to take it goes to show that they were not really taught to get out of being surrounded outside a quick simulation. Because why would they need to be? Not like they knew O66 was coming.
I get that the reason Dave Felony wrote and produced this episode was just to parallel O66, but I do think that in terms of the test's secondary lesson (developing the skill and endurance and having the practice in the event you're surrounded with no immediate out), Anakin's was far more reckless yet likely more effective.
Because this:
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...was always going to be a near impossible situation to escape from. Without the endurance, foot work, or blade skill to hold off until there was a means and opportunity to escape, Ahsoka would not have survived.
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emuthec0w · 9 months
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Fem!Muzan x Reader?
Therefore You and Me
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A/N: I know who you are, hi pookie wookie bear <33 xoxoxo
Anyway enjoy
CW’s: Fem/Crossdressing Muzan!!! Blood mentions, GN!Reader
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In this life, everyone treads along the red string of life and death. And if you asked, most would say humans are at the top of the food chain. But that isn’t the case. It never had been.
For centuries creatures known as demons roamed the mortal realmed and took the lives of many innocent humans. They gained strength by gradually consuming humans. That is what made them.. demons. The monsters they were, the monsters which disguised themselves as regular civilians on the daily- only to undisguise themselves when night fell.
And above all the rest was the ring leader of the circus. A person of many names and identities, yet one who wore the same eyes for each. Those same blood red eyes that reflected the fine string of death.
You.. oh, poor you. Having stumbled upon the demon’s master all alone during the depths of the night. She was dressed in a beautiful black, white and red kimono. Lacing trailed down from her wrists and her stockings, red nails matching her sharp and beautiful irises. She was so intoxicating.. from the moment you lied your eyes upon her you couldn’t bare to look away.
Each night you’d visit her abode, paying your respects to her as the oiran of her house and giving her roses of red which matched her accesories.. and of course- those lovely eyes.
She would often return your loving gaze with her own, as if she truly meant every adoring word she said onto you.
Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever. Her nails dug into your paling skin as you lied on her comfortably blanketed futon. She loomed over you from above, pinning you down like a predator would with their prey.
“I-“
“Shh.. not a word.” She cooed, “Do you know who I am?”
You veered your head to the side as he nails dug deeper into your flesh, blood trickling down your shoulder. It clotted her nails, matching the red nail polish they were coated in. Although you wanted to answer.. the pain from her vicious attack kept you from speaking. All you could do was bite your lip and let out pathetic attempts at squeaking.
“I am Muzan Kibutsuji.” As she spoke she slashed her hand through your skin, “From today forward, how about I make you my pet? I’d hate to see you die just yet..”
Love? She could hardly say she ‘loved’ you, but since you amused her she would give you a new lease on life. A superior life.. a life where people would fear you and whisper your name in children’s tales. Soon the wound on your neck began to blister and sizzle, popping here and there. Veins began popping along your entire body, and all you could do was scream in agony. You choked on your own spit as you struggled..
And to your dazed surprised the demon landed a soft kiss to your forehead as the swelling slowed to a stop. She grinned, seemingly pleased with her handy work.
“Remember that name and reverie it. Fear your new Master, and follow my every command-“ She drew her hand away, licking the blood from it teasingly slowly, “-Like the good pet you are.”
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Gizmo
Thought fueled by too many drugs (some prescribed, some not, all legal) have a random little dad!Eddie drabble. (I tried to used GN terms across the board for the baby and the partner, but I did call them "the mother" at one point.) Warnings for what I'll call "Eddie's vague impressions on child birthing" and otherwise idk be careful? this is super thrown together and I'm happy to share a crumb from this bag of dried up croutons I call my poor brain.
Eddie insists on being present for the birth of his kid despite all the gory horror stories he hears about birth. Despite pep talks over the past months he's worried he will inherit his own father's bad parenting traits, and he's not going to start being absent on day one.
When the baby arrives - covered in all that lovely humany gunk, more purple than pink, cone-headed and smooshy - he's more than a little repulsed. Everyone else seems happy with the arrival of the fucking alien larvae that he was expecting to be a human baby, so he swallows down his feelings and tries to trust the professionals. He's happy when the doctor announces a happy, healthy baby because that's the most important part.
The baby is swept off for cleaning and measuring and whatever supposed microchips they're implanting in kids these days, leaving Eddie to turn all his attention back to his partner, praising them and crying together as he coaches them through the afterbirth.
By the time the baby is back with them, Eddie is almost sure some kind of baby-swap happened. Sure that baby looks way more like him and his genetics than that cranky raisin he'd seen earlier but this... this is a human new born.
"This... this is ours?" He asks in full confusion.
"Mmhmm," the mother chuckles drowsily, assuming he's still in disbelief they made a baby.
The baby - still a little squishy but definitely human - is winning him over the longer he stares. Little wisps of dark hair flying every direction under the little cap. Fingers so fucking tiny, and on each little one an even tinier fingernail. It was mesmerizing.
"The movies got it backwards, man." He shook his head, leaning in closer and letting his giant finger caress the baby's tiny cheek. "You came out a gremlin, and we cleaned you up into a little mogwai. Eh, Gizmo?"
By the time his partner's sluggish brain catches up and vitos the sudden name change for the baby, Eddie is already humming the tune from the movie.
The baby's prechosen name remains on the paperwork, but the nickname is locked in. Eddie affectionately calls that child Gizmo all the way until one of them is no longer.
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mywookie81 · 1 year
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Lee Dong Wook 🖤
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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year
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Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938 | Tale of the Nine Tailed Season 2, Episode 1 | Favorite scenes (vol. 2)
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Today I got to chaperone a little girl around our library for Star Wars day, on a scavenger hunt for different images hidden through out the library.
Let me tell you. This kid was the greatest wildest little thing ever. So many Han Solo in Carbonite jokes. Wookie noises abound.
In between die hard Star wars trivia were bits about how she's beaten leukemia. Trips to medical centers in Atlanta. Spinal injections. Bone marrow transplant.
I've had my own chronic illness nightmares.
We shared tales of experienced medical traumas and worst hospital foods. Amid lore of the ewoks and which droids are our favorites.
This. This is the joy not only of fandoms and the importance of escapism in media. But also the significance of libraries.
Community. Togetherness. Connection.
May the force be with you, little one.
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Microdosing on self-care by looking at dong-wookiee pics 🥰
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thekenobee · 1 year
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THINGS FROM „BAD BATCH” SEASON 2 TRAILER I SCREAMED ABOUT
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CODY!! MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY, MY BEAUTIFUL WIRELESS HUSBAND WELCOME HOME
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TRANDOSHANS!!
Bad boys possibly destroying Kashyyyk or just a random forest moon, ahhh I missed those lizardzz
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GUNGI, MY WOOKIE SON, YOU MADE IT!! OK, BUT WHERE’S KATOONI DON’TELLMEYOURETHEONLYONEWHOSURVIVEDPLEASE DAVE FILOOOONIIIIIIIIIII *WEEPS IN many emotions*
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CORUSCANT MY BELOVED, With a speeder chase what a LOVELY tribute to Attack Of The Clones, I’m BESIDE MYSELF
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ONCE!AGAIN! my baby!!
But srsly the fact that his armour is washed from the yellow I loved so much… speaks volumes
CODY REDEMPTION ARC PETITION
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Somebody help him defect PleAse
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Oooooh, not that pr*ck again, you should use I don’t know, maybe some L’Oreal anti-falling apart cream?
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BAIL!OREGANO! Aka Organa! IT’S HIS YEAR OK? And I love it- First Kenobi, then Tales of the Jedi and now The Bad Batch -this guy is our HOPE
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OH NO. NO. NO. NO. FIRST FILONI GIVES US TALES OF THE JEDI WITH DOOKU AND THEN HIS HOMEWORLD ON SERENNO
DAAAaaaaaaaVVVVEEEEEE
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Oh and the King is here *salutes*
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