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little-miss-vader · 1 year

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Maker, Save The Queen

Pairing: Anakin x Female!Reader

Summary: You found yourself being forced to flee the planet you ruled and Anakin was assigned to keep you and your son safe.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, MOMMY KINK, submissive!Anakin, dirty talk, big ol tiddies, age gap (13 years), older female reader.

A/N: HAPPY MAY THE 4TH YALLLLLL!!!! I’m sorry but every time i think of sub!Anakin i smile. i genuinely think he has a mommy kink. dude loves milfs. this was a really fun story to create i’m sorry if any of it feels rushed i had to succumb to time jumps to keep this under 10k words (because i am insane.) Sorry it’s not normal dom daddy anakin but idk. I think he would have a mommy kink. the reasons are obvious. enjoy!! 🫶🏼(oh dedicated to @jellydodger & @skywlker-sluvtt)

Word Count: 7.1K

Onderon was your home, it always has been. You’d grown up here, found the love of your life, and lived a lavish life of royalty. You’d never even left the planet. Your husband was an heir when you met him and he fell in love with you immediately, or so he always said. That was 15 years ago. You’d both grown and even had the privilege of having a beautiful baby boy. The new heir of Onderon.

When the Separatist Alliance came knocking to make a deal with your husband, you pleaded for him to hear your words of caution. He ignored you, as he normally did, and allied with them. That was a week ago and in that time, you chose to leave. There was no way you’d allow yourself to sit back in luxury and watch this war from the wrong side.

Your bags were packed and your husband rushed into the room to plead you to stay and hear his side. “I will not allow myself to fall victim to Separatist manipulation. If this is how you choose to rule, you’re not the man I loved.” You spoke as tears prickled your eyes. Your son had been playing prior to your husband busting into the room but now he held onto the leg of your pants and looked up between the two of you. You raised a protective hand and rested it on his head by your side.

“My love, this guarantees our safety, our sons safety. Please hear me when I say I did this for you.” He spoke as he dropped to his knees in front of you. You looked at one of the housekeepers and she took your bags to the front.

“If your words were true you wouldn’t have done this. You don’t see what I see. You’re blinded by power. They will turn on you. Just as they have turned on the rest of the galaxy. I will not let me nor my son be exposed to such danger.” You spoke with your head held high. Your son clung onto your leg as he watched. You tried to keep it as civil as possible, for his sake.

“You cannot take him. He’s my son, too.” The man you once loved had tears in his own eyes as he pleaded further and you looked down at your son.

“You are a danger to him. I will keep him safer than you ever could. Come now, Darson.” You spoke gently as you took the boys hand. The two of you walked toward the palace exit.

“You’ll be killed for rebelling, Y/N.” He called after you, unknowing of the plan you had already laid out and taken the first steps toward initiating. You didn’t speak, this had been enough for your son to bare witness to. You’d leave with your head held high and minimal emotional damage done to the boy, the light of your life and your blessing.

As you exited the palace you looked back at it, droids were surrounding the area you once called your home. It was once beautiful, a sanctuary even, and now it was nothing short of a war zone. You dropped your head and reached your arms out to your son, he was only 8 but he was intelligent. More intelligent than most. He knew just as well as you did the severity of the situation. You carried him on your hip as you boarded the ship that was waiting for you on the outskirts of the palace grounds.

“Is the course set?” You asked with haste as one of the men on the ship closed the hatch of the ship behind you. The man in white and blue plastoid armour nodded.

“Yes, Milady. You’re set for Coruscant. There is not yet any surveillance systems set up by the Separatist Alliance on your planet. They didn’t see us coming and they won’t see us leaving.” You nodded and set your son down on one of the chairs.

“Mommy where are we going?” He asked and you smiled at him, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Somewhere safe. Don’t be scared. I’m with you. You just keep busy.” You smiled as you ruffled his hair. He smiled wearily at you before he began to play with one of the toys he had brought with him in his pocket.

— Meanwhile —

Anakin paced the room he was waiting in, this was his first true mission alone. His job was to be your body guard. He was ordered take you far away and find refuge on the planet of Alderaan the second you landed in Coruscant. “She has a son?” Anakin asked, he was clearly nervous. Obi-Wan watched him pace with his hands crossed in front of him.

“Yes, Anakin. She does.” He nodded, almost amused by how nervous his Padawan was. He watched Anakin pace left and right in front of him. “It’s nothing you cannot handle. You just need to keep her safe until we can find her permanent and safe lodging here, on Coruscant.” Obi-Wan continued and Anakin sighed frustratedly.

“I know I can do it, I’m not worried. I’m just asking for clarification.” Anakin muttered as he stopped pacing to run a hand through his hair. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“Is that why you’ve ‘asked for clarification’ four times now?” He said, a hint of a smile infected his words.

“I’m fine, Master. When will they arrive?” Anakin cursed at himself for asking the question he’d already asked a half hour ago and Obi-Wan entertained it, though he didn’t try to make it any less embarrassing for him.

“Ten minutes. Any more clarification, my young Padawan?” He inquired with a teasing tone and Anakin rolled his eyes, muttering a quick “No thank you, Master.” As he began to make his way to the landing pad.

It was a longer journey than you’d expected and by the time you and your son had landed you had to carry his sleeping body out of the ship while the kind Clones carried your things to another ship. You were greeted by Anakin and Obi-Wan. A small smile graced your lips as the two bowed to you politely. “Your highness. Welcome to Coruscant. I’m afraid you won’t be here long enough to acquaint yourself. There are strict orders to take you to Alderaan in a few moments. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. This is Anakin Skywalker. He will be the Jedi to protect you during these trying times. Our condolences extend to you and your boy.” Obi-Wan said in the utmost professional way that Anakin was yet to learn how to harness. It’s definitely the accent. Anakin thought to himself.

You bowed your head at the two and looked down at Darson, he looked star struck to see two real Jedis, before looking back at them with a saddened smile. “I appreciate this more than you could ever know. It’s an honour to meet you both. This is my boy, Darson.” You gestures toward the young boy with dark curly hair who was hiding behind your leg.

“Well Darson. I can assure you and your mother are in the finest hands we could provide. Anakin is exceptionally gifted.” Obi-Wan smiled at the boy and he hid himself further behind your leg causing a small laugh to escape your lips.

“He’ll warm up eventually. He’s always admired the Jedi Order. He’s just a bit in shock.” You combed your hand through your sons hair and Anakin nodded.

“I felt the same way when I first saw a Jedi.” Anakin said with a small smile.

“Do you have a lightsaber?” Darson asked. Anakin chuckled and nodded his head.

“I’ll show it to you when we land.” You looked at him. He was young, couldn’t be over 22. Handsome, yes, but young. You trusted the words of Obi-Wan but you had your doubts. Anakin looked at you and cleared his throat.

“I will do everything I can to serve and protect you, Your Highness. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll die before I let anything happen to you two, and I don’t plan on dying soon.” He stood up straight, the smiling look on his face turned serious. You nodded again as calm washed over you at Anakin’s words and he gestured his hand towards the ship that was waiting for the three of you.

“I cannot thank you enough, Master Kenobi. I will be sure to send a message when we land.” You said to the older Jedi before following Anakin to the ship, your sons hand tightened its grip in yours and you gave it a comforting squeeze. This other ship was smaller than your royal cruiser, but more than adequate for the three of you.

“The battalion won’t be joining us, the smaller ships are faster in case we need to run.” Anakin’s voice was quiet so only you would hear it.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.” You spoke and he felt his cheeks burn when you called him Master. He walked behind you as you entered the ship so you wouldn’t notice. You were wearing tight pants and a tunic. Very common clothing as you were trying not to be recognized as a queen. You had left all your royal garb on your home planet, only packing a few variations of civilian clothing. You usual royally painted face was in its natural state and your hair was simply tied to the high point of your head. He definitely didn’t mind walking behind you, it was a bit of a pleasant sight.

“You can just call me Anakin.” His voice cracked and he thought you didn’t notice but you did. A small grin pulled at your lips.

“My apologies. Anakin.” You turned to look at him as you spoke before finding a safe place to sit for your son. You turned on the ships HoloNet for your son and held the remote out to him. “Here’s the remote, my love. You can watch whatever you like. Stay busy for Mommy, okay? This might be a long trip.” You kissed Darson’s head and he took the remote with gentle hands before flipping through the vast number of channels. Anakin watched you with his arms crossed and when you looked back at him, he made a quick turn on his heels to walk toward the cockpit. You chuckled to yourself at his odd demeanour.

You sat in the cockpit next to Anakin. He looked at you and when you looked at him his head snapped back to face his front. “All good to go?” He cleared his throat and you nodded. He began to flip switches and press buttons. The ship began to hover before he pushed on the thrusters to move it forward. You watched the planet begin to fall behind you as you sped through the atmosphere. The two of you sat in silence, the sound of your son watching some sort of children’s HoloFilm filled the quiet ship.

“Anakin. Do you think I did the right thing?” You spoke quietly with your face still watching as the sky of Coruscant turned into the stars of the galaxy. He looked at you, promptly turning away. Is he avoiding looking at me? You thought to yourself before he spoke.

“I think you did what you needed to do to ensure both your safety. Your ideas on the Separatists turning on your husband after they get what they want is are extremely plausible.” He spoke and you turned away from him with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t right, you had just left the man you’d loved for 15 years and you were to raise your son without him. The idea was heartbreaking and something you never thought you’d have to live through. You watched as Anakin pushed another button and stood up from his seat.

“Auto-pilot. I’m gonna go find something for you and Darson to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry after the trip from Onderon. I am too.” He bowed at you before walking away. You sat in your place as he rummaged around the small cabinets. The Jedi Council had asked for a few meals and drinks to be available on the ship as the journey was going to be about a day long. You heard a small crash and a “Shit.” come from behind you so you stood up and followed the noise.

“Anakin is everything okay?” You called as you turned the corner to see him picking up pieces of a broken plate. “Here.” You bent down to help him collect the glass shards and he placed a hand that was adorned with a leather glove over yours.

“Your Majesty, it’s alright. I’ll deal with it, I don’t wish to make you do any work.” He spoke and almost as quickly as he placed his hand on yours it was gone. You smiled at him, your eyes gleaming with humour.

“I don’t consider myself royalty as of now, Anakin. In my head, I gave that title up when I left my planet and people as a refugee. Please let me help. I was a commoner once, you know. I’ve done my fair share of breaking and picking up glass wear.” You laughed at the end of your small speech and he simply nodded politely. You went to look for a broom while he picked up the big pieces. You swept it all into the dust pan and dumped it in the trash can. “Oh and Anakin? Please call me Y/N. It’s very weird calling someone by their name while they call me Milady or Your Highness. I never did get used to it.” He stood up straight with his hands behind his back as you dusted your own hands off.

“As you wish, Y/N.” He said and you smiled at him. You had a very kind smile, he noticed. Everything about you was warm and maternal. Anakin hadn’t been around anybody like you since he left his mother on Tatooine. He didn’t like to think of holding her while she died to be the last time he saw her, he practically repressed the entire memory.

“I can take care of the food, please let me. It’s the least I can do.” You spoke as you started to pull dishes down to plate one of the pre-made meals in the insulated cabinets and poured water into three cups. He sighed and took the cups to the table as you warmed the food.

“You don’t need to thank us, it’s in the job description.” He spoke over his shoulder from his position at the small bench where your son was watching his HoloFilm, a sense of humour in his eyes. You shook your head as you warmed the food.

“Job description or not, it doesn’t negate my feelings of gratitude.” You responded with a soft voice. The food was warm and you served it on three different plates. He was quick to take two of them and you took the other. You placed one in front of Darson and Anakin placed the other two in their respective spots on the table.

“Thanks, Mommy.” Darson spoke, his eyes never leaving the film as he scooped up some food on his spoon. A small chuckle left Anakin and you looked at him. Your eyes met and dropped to your own food almost immediately. You all ate and watched the children’s entertainment that played.

“That guys a jerk. I hope the main guy beats him.” Anakin spoke, raising his glass to his lips. Darson looked at him with wide, excited eyes. This was his favourite movie, he had made you watch it 100 times and it was clear he was excited to discuss it with somebody other than you.

“He gets him but there’s a bigger bad guy. That’s what the next ones about!” Darson said and Anakin raised his eyebrows.

“A bigger bad guy than the one I’m seeing right now? That’s impossible.” He said and you smiled. He seemed to be the kind of person who got along with kids. That notion alone made you feel a lot better. Darson nodded his head and began to speak with his mouthful.

“Sweetheart, Anakin is not going anywhere. Swallow your food before you speak, please.” You interrupted him and laughed gently while the boy swallowed his food with a closed mouth smile.

“It is possible I swear! I’ll show you the next one after this ends.” He exclaimed excitedly and turned his attention back to the movie. You and Anakin shared an amused glance and Anakin nodded.

“I’ll hold you to that, Darson.” Anakin replied and returned his attention to the movie. It was a decently made film, but you were so sick of it. It was nice to have somebody here to enjoy it with Darson.

You finished your food and brought everybody’s plates to the sink as the movie began to end. “I think I’m going to retire. Don’t let him stay up late.” You said to Anakin, he nodded in response.

“I won’t. Right after the next one I’ll send him to you.” He spoke as he followed you to the sink. “I’ll take care of this.” His hand brushed against yours in the sink and you both pulled away hastily. With a soft laugh you looked at him.

“Thank you, Anakin. Goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it.

“We’ll likely be landing by the time you both wake up. We’ll have breakfast on the ship.” He stated as he began washing the dishes, peering over to catch the movie every so often.

You brushed your hand over his shoulder as you walked away to the small room to lay down. His cheeks burned red at the gesture.

You stared at the ceiling as the muffled voices of the two boys in the main area talked about the movie excitedly. It reminded you of how his father would play with him. You felt tears in your eyes and rolled over to face the wall. Quiet sobs left your mouth, muffled by the blanket you were hiding under.

You cried until you heard the two of them laughing loudly through your door. You stood up and peaked your head out to see them sitting right next to each other and you laid back down. The sound of your sons laughter and the safety Anakin was working so hard to provide was enough to calm you and send you into a deep, blissful sleep. You felt your son curl up next to you at some point and you wrapped your arm around him before falling back asleep like you hadn’t even woken up.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of rustling outside your door. You snuck out of bed trying not to wake Darson and he nuzzled his face into the pillow. You wrapped your robe around you to cover up the nightgown you were wearing and with a yawn you opened your door to see Anakin pouring juice into a cup.

“Good morning, Anakin.” You said through another yawn and Anakin turned to you with a prompt nod his eyes stopped at your exposed legs for a millisecond too long, you noticed. He had a plate in his hand and upon seeing you he grabbed another off the counter, leaving one for your still sleeping son.

“Good morning. We’ll be landing soon.” He took the plates to the table and set them down. He took a seat and you sat next to him.

“Thank you.” You took a small bite of your food. You were almost never hungry in the morning but you didn’t want to be rude. He nodded as he ate his food. The silence between you both was comforting but something about it was begging to be filled.

“Darson is a good kid.” Anakin spoke up and you looked at him with a fond smile.

“I know. I heard you two yesterday. It made me feel a bit better.” You spoke and raised your hand to lean your chin on it.

“I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, too smart for his own good. I figured that a good time was what he needed.” He ate almost as quickly as he had sat down and placed his plate in the sink before washing it.

“Really?” You asked, watching him. His back was surprisingly broad and his shoulders looked strong as he scrubbed at the plate. You moved your eyes to one of the windows in the room, watching the stars fly by.

“Yeah. When I was first taken in by the Order. I hadn’t even left Tatooine before and I got thrown immediately into training. The joys of being The Chosen One, I guess. Never got to be a kid and watch films.” He looked at you over his shoulder and your eyebrows raised when he mentioned being The Chosen One.

“The Chosen One?” You inquired as you swallowed the bite you were chewing on while he spoke. He nodded and dried the water on his hands.

“I’m gonna bring balance to the Galaxy. Or so they say.” He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and you nodded.

“You are indeed impressive, Anakin.” You smiled and looked over to the window again when you saw a planet in the distance. “Is that it?” You pointed out the window and he leaned over to inspect what you were gesturing too.

“Yeah. That’s Alderaan.” He said and you hummed. It looked a bit like your own planet, but Alderaan clearly had more mountains.

You looked at him and let out a deep breath. “Guess we’ll be set to move soon.” You started as you placed your plate in the sink, he turned immediately to begin washing it and you smiled. He was so eager to help so you let him, it was almost sweet. “I’ll wake Darson.” You walked back into the room and changed into something decent before brushing your hair. You tapped Darson. “Sweetheart we’re here.” You cooed and he woke up groggily.

“Good morning.” You smiled and he mumbled something along the same lines as he sat up and looked out the window. His eyes widened at the new sight.

“Woah! I gotta go see it from the cockpit!” Every ounce of exhaustion was gone from the boys face as he got changed and ran out to Anakin. He begged him to let him into the cockpit and Anakin obliged. You cleaned up the room and made sure all of your things were in order before following their voices. You tried to urge him to eat first and he refused, his excitement didn’t allow for much hunger.

You let the two talk and decided to bring the bags by the door. Anakin caught site of you carrying one at a time. “I’m gonna help your mom, I’ll be right back.” He made sure Darson was adequately strapped into the cockpit chair before coming over to you and taking the bag from your hand. “You do a lot of work for somebody who was living a royal lifestyle.” He laughed. You chuckled in response.

“I wasn’t born into it so it never came naturally to me to just let other people do my bidding. I never even let the servants do things for me. I’d do most things by myself even though my husband-“ You cleared your throat. “The king disapproved of it.” Your voice faltered a bit and you pursed your lips for a moment before turning away from the boy who towered over you.

“I do want to say I’m sorry for what happened, again. You’re dealing with it tremendously.” His voice was sincere and there was no look of teasing or joking on his face. You smiled at your son pretending to steer the ship in the cockpit.

“Not your fault. If anything, you’re the last person who should be apologizing. You’re helping me.” You spoke with your arms crossed and Anakin rested a hand on your shoulder while keeping a respectful distance.

“It really is my pleasure.” He said before going to get the rest of your things. When he left you, you felt warmth on your shoulder where he touched you and it made your stomach twist like you were a teenage girl who just said hi to her crush. You shook the thought from your head and sat down in the cockpit behind your son, strapping in.

Anakin followed shortly to land the ship. He did it with no issue, almost like it was second nature. He continued to surprise you in little ways and it made you feel a way you hadn’t felt in years. Excited.

——

Six hours had passed. You had sent a message to Obi-Wan as promised and he responded promptly. Once the Council knew you were safe you and Anakin had begun to get settled into the small home you were to hide in for the time being. Darson got to play with the lightsaber, Anakin taught him a few tricks. He had been on cloud nine and full of energy for at least 3 of the hours you guys had been on Alderaan. Anakin had left shortly after the lightsaber activities to check the perimeter. You sat on the couch and watched a HoloNet children’s show with Darsons head in your lap. “I wish Anakin was my dad.” He whispered and you looked down at him shocked.

“Well, he makes a fine step in for a brother. He’s far too young for all that.” You laughed. You combed through his hair as he crashed from all the excitement he had experienced from the past day. His small snores echoed through the room and you picked him up gently to place him in the small room he’d gotten to himself, tucking him in and giving him a kiss on the head before shutting his door behind you. As you shut the door you heard footsteps and you froze for a moment until you saw Anakin walk through the entry to the small lounging area. You let a breath out and proceeded to change the channel to something that wasn’t a cartoon.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” He asked with a gentle chuckle as he sat on the single chaise beside the couch. You laughed yourself and looked at him. “A little. I guess I’m jumpy.” You responded, your eyes glued to his. For the first time neither of you looked away.

“My apologies.” His voice was quieter and you weren’t sure if it was because he knew Darson was sleeping or if he just wanted you to lean toward him to hear him. Either way you did end up leaning toward him a little as he spoke.

You shook your head and another short laugh emitted from you as you sat on the couch. You could feel him looking at you while your own eyes watched the hologram. “Am I of interest to you or do you have a staring problem.” Your lips curled into a soft smile as you spoke and Anakin cleared his throat, looking away. He was silent for a few moments and you looked at him, almost expecting him to simply ignore you.

“I don’t think I can give you a respectful answer to that.” His voice was quiet again as he stared at the show in front of him. It was of little to not interest to him but he didn’t know where else to look. You raised an eyebrow at his response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, pausing the show to force him to look at you and he did. He shook his head as his eyes took you in.

“You’re far more beautiful than I could have imagined.” He gulped, his confidence seemed to have disappeared in a split second.

“What, because I’m 35?” You laughed, admittedly this was fun. He was handsome and exciting, and seeing him feel nervous around you made you feel sexy. At least the closest to it that you had felt in years. He shook his head quickly and furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, no. I just. I guess..” He sighed. “I just didn’t imagine you’d look as good as you do.” He struggled to keep eye contact, his eyes darted around the room.

“35 isn’t old, you know. I still have a long time to go.” You smiled again. “I’d even argue to say I’m in my prime.” You held your head high and he laughed gently.

“I believe that.” He responded and you placed your hand in front of your mouth when a giggle left your lips. You hadn’t giggled since you were young and your cheeks burned as a light pink colour washed over them. At that you saw a hint of something devilish take over his features and you watched him closely. “I’m going to shower.” He said as he walked away, your eyes darted to his bag of clothes that still sat in the entry way and before you could say anything he was gone and the door to the bathroom was shut behind him.

You sat on the couch watching the show as you heard him turn the water on and your heart beat quickened as you imagined what he would look like right now. You pushed the thought away as quickly as it came but your heart beat wasn’t so easily tamed. It wasn’t more than 10 minutes before you heard the water stop. From the corner of your eyes you saw him emerge into the room again, his wet hair fell over his eyes and he held a towel around his waist as he came to the front to get his bag. “Forgot this.” He muttered and looked at you as he lifted the bag causing your breath to get caught in your throat.

“Right… You’ll need them.” You mentioned. Maker, I wish he didn’t. You thought to yourself as you subconsciously bit gently at your lip. He saw it and a smirk graced his features. He left to go to his room and you let out deep breaths to relax. He came back shortly wearing only a pair of thin, baggy, black pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Have I shown you your room yet?” He inquired as he shook his hair out with his hand. Quite a performance if you said so yourself. You shook your head and he held his hand out to you.

“I insist.” He smiled and you took his hand, rising from your seat, and followed him. He walked you through to the other side of the home and opened the door and you saw normal room decor, a large bed and a small attached bathroom. “All yours.” He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you.

“It’s nice.” You said, you weren’t even looking at the room. Your eyes were glued to his muscular chest, his large arms and that beautiful scar on his face.

“Bold words for somebody who’s not even looking at it.” He smirked and you walked toward him, pushing your hand against the door to close it. His eyes widened a bit at the act.

“I was really doubting this would work.” He whispered as you neared his tall frame. It was your turn to smirk now.

“Oh, Anakin. I don’t believe you. Who wouldn’t this work on?” Your voice was hushed as you pressed your hand against his warm chest. You looked up at him and other hand cupped his cheek. “You’re a handsome boy. Most handsome one I’ve seen yet.” Your gaze didn’t break for even a moment. He shivered under your touch and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered a bit and you raised a brow.

“Did I scare you, Anakin?” You teased, reciting his own words from earlier and he gulped again. “Such a sweet boy.” You hummed as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he leaned into it with his eyes fluttering shut.

You took that as your queue to lean up toward him and press you lips against his. He moaned into the kiss, to your surprise, and you pulled away with a smirk on your face. His eyes opened slowly and you pulled him gently toward the bed. He followed with no hesitation and you pushed him so he was sitting on the edge. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him and he wrapped his flesh hand behind your neck, the gloved hand held the small of your back. Both your arms draped around his shoulders as you looked down at him. His eyes stared into yours before pulling you in for another kiss. You pushed your tongue at his lip and he opened his mouth immediately to let you in.

Your tongues explored each others mouths and he let out a small whimper when you sucked on his soft muscle. Your hands roamed to grab at his shoulders and you felt them tighten. You hummed in response as you grinded down on him, immediately feeling him get hard.

“Good boy.” You whispered into the kiss and he let another moan leave his lips as you continued to rub on him gently over his pants with your ass. You were in shape for sure but your curves only got extenuated due to having a child. Each of your tits were almost the size of his head and your butt was fairly plump. You pushed him gently until he laid on his back and began to move your kisses down his chin towards his neck and he sucked a sharp breath in. This wasn’t his first time by any means, Anakin was no stranger to sexual experiences but he’d never been with an older woman. It was one of his biggest fantasies.

You pulled your shirt over your head as you kissed down his body and you felt him tense under you at the sight of your undergarments. Once you got to his pants that were definitely uncomfortably tight, you pulled on them with your teeth and his hips bucked, another whimper flew out from him.

“Eager are we?” Your laugh was low and sultry. He stared at you like you were the first woman he’d ever seen in his life. You pulled his pants down with your hands and his surprisingly big cock swung towards his stomach. “You continue to surprise me, Ani.” You whispered and he moaned.

“Please keep calling me that.” His eyes screwed shut as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping slowly. His stomach tensed and you smirked.

“I will.” You responded before squeezing his dick ever so gently. He pulled you back up by your shoulders so you settled on his lap and he sat up as well. His hands fumbled with your bra and you undid the clasp for him with one hand and let it fall somewhere on the floor behind you. His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he stared at you, another laugh followed as you watched him. He leaned forward and his eyes stared up at you as he held one of your tits in his hand and latched his mouth to you hardened nipple.

“Just like that, Ani..” You moaned and he sucked on it gently, his tongue grazing against it every so often. Your hands combed his hair away from his face and you smiled down as he continued to watch your reactions. “You’re doing so good.” You cooed and his eyes fluttered shut again. You kept running your hands through his hair as he lulled away at your nipple before moving to the other one. The air hit your damp skin and you sucked in a sharp breath. It seemed he could have spent a lifetime sucking, nipping, and licking at your tits but you were feeling a wetness between your legs that needed to be tended to. You stood up and shimmied the rest of your clothing down your legs and climbed back over him.

He flipped the two of you so that he was on top and began to place desperate kisses all over your upper body before moving lower and lower. “Are you-“ He cut you off. “Yes, Mommy.” He moaned against your soft body as his hands roamed every inch they could. You were shocked but he didn’t even seem to flinch at his own words. It made you feel tingles all over your body and you didn’t mind.

“That’s a good boy..” You whispered as he finally reached your pussy. His tongue pressed against it and you moaned, leaning back into the bed. He licked at your hole, desperate to taste you and his eyes watched you as if he was dying to see how good you felt. You let out another moan and ran a hand into his hair, tugging tightly. He whimpered against you and focused on your clit. His hands reached up to fondle your breasts and his eyes were still locked onto yours. It had been so long it didn’t take much to make you cum the first time. Within a few moments you were writhing and shaking under his tongue.

“Yes, yes just like that, Ani. Make Mommy feel good… You’re doing so good.” You cooed as you rode out your high on his face. He moaned and squeezed his eyes shut as his dick got harder than it ever had before, it was almost painful.

“Thank you, Mommy.” He whispered as you praised him and you held your arms out for him.

“You’re so welcome.” You smiled. He climbed over top of you again, you licked his chin to clean your juices off and he moaned with his eyes rolled back. You rolled over so you were above him. His cock was pulsing and you could feel it against your ass. Your hand trailed down his muscles and you watched them twitch everywhere you touched. You grabbed him gently and pressed him against your entrance, teasing him with a little wiggle. He let out a sharp breath and looked at you with desperation. “Please, Mommy.” He whined and you bit your lip as you let yourself lower onto him. When you felt your ass connect to his hips you knew he was all the way in and you moaned at his size.

“Such a big cock on such a young man..” You whispered and he bit his own lip. You bounced up and down painfully slowly and watched him squirm below you. “You like that? You like watching me?” Your voice came out shaky and he moaned, knowing it was him who was making you sound like that.

“Yes, Mommy I really, really do.” His voice was filled with desperation and you picked up the pace. Your tits bounced in his face as you moaned, he immediately angled himself up to catch one in his mouth and began sucking like his life depending on it.

“Suck my tits like a good boy, Ani.” You encouraged him and his eyes squeezed shut. You felt your clit hit his skin with every bounce and you shivered, feeling another orgasm beginning to form in your stomach. “You’re gonna make me cum again, Ani. Such a big dick… Feels so good.” You threw your head back as you rode him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and whimpered as he twitched inside of you when your walls began to clench around him. It wasn’t long before he was letting out a slack jawed moan against your skin, his body jolted as he left his seed in you. It was warm as it dripped down around him and you slowed your motions. “Good boy.. Let it out.” You cooed as you caressed his hair and he whimpered, holding you close as he came down.

When he dropped his grip on you, you dismounted him and felt his cum falling slowly down your leg. You padded over to the bathroom and cleaned up before returning to where he laid motionless on the bed. “Was that.. Was that okay?” Anakin whispered as you laid down next to him and you laughed.

“More than okay. I haven’t ever had a lay like that, really.” You whispered back as you laid on your side to stare at him. He looked at you and laughed gently.

“I like you. I like your kid. I like this.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“I feel the same but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” You spoke gently, reaching up to remove his hair from his eyes.

The next few days consisted of waking up, making breakfast for the boys, watching Anakin play with Darson, making lunch, watching a movie, putting Darson to bed and then fucking the absolute shit out of each other. You were happy for the first time in years and Darson, the intelligent boy he was, wasn’t so dumb as to not notice when Anakin would wink at you or when he’d grab your bum when he thought nobody was watching. As odd as it was, Darson was quite happy at the outcome as well.

“Mommy is Anakin my new daddy?” Darson blurted out at the table during dinner and you both looked at each other with wide eyes. Anakin cleared his throat as you attempted to do damage control.

“Honey, Anakins a good friend now. He isn’t your new d-” You started and Anakin cut you off.

“Play your cards right, Darson and I might think about it.” He smiled and Darson punched a fist into the air. You kicked Anakin under the table and he let out a “Ouch.”

“I have a Jedi dad!” Darson yelled and you shushed him, shaking your head at Anakin with a smile.

“Darson, baby, you can’t say that kind of stuff. Anakin isn’t allowed to be a daddy or even marry. We can’t tell people that okay? Anakin is just playing. He’s a good friend.” You spoke and Darson smiled knowingly. He promised not to say anything but he knew the truth deep down, and he was elated about it.

That night after you put Darson to bed, you laid in Anakin’s arms. “He’s smart. He could keep a secret.” Anakin tried to negotiate with you and you shushed him, raising your head from his chest.

“Please. Just let this be nice for now. There’s too many implications. I’m still married technically. You’re a Jedi for Makers sake. Just… Give it time.” You spoke gently and looked at him, he nodded before kissing your forehead. You sighed and laid back on his chest as you both fell asleep, excited to wake up and do it all again tomorrow. You weren’t sure how long you’d be here but you’d be damned if you didn’t enjoy it.

#star wars anakin #anakin x fem reader #star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin #anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars smut #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #anakin star wars #sw anakin #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker smut #anakin x female reader

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anisespice · 1 year

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How about walking around in booty shorts to get your man’s attention❤️❤️

you got it, anon! thank you so much for your patience and for requesting !! i took wayyyyy too long to do this lol wasn't sure who you wanted for this, so i figured i'd just make it into an "insert who you want" kind of scenario. hope you enjoy :))

pairing: various x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. talks about posteriors (lol), suggestive themes, and i think that's all.

notes: been sick these past few days, so had to put a hold on the next part of "the fuck it list" :((( but hopefully i'll have it up sometime tomorrow, didn't want to leave you guys high and dry sooo !! hope you enjoy ♡♡♡

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 ∵ The ones who are caught completely by surprise, needing to do a double-take at them double-stacks attached to your spine to make sure his eyes were playing tricks. You didn’t normally wear them around the house, at least not without a big shirt that usually covered everything, so clearly you were baiting him for something; and consider him hooked. It didn't matter what he was doing before you walked into the room, consider it DROPPED + IGORNERED + NONEXISTENT. On the game with the guys? Dropped. Typing up a work email? Ignored. Watching a show? Nonexistent. Won't put his hands on you right away, his mama raised him better than that, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But he will side-eye tf out your ass until you eventually have to say something—He looked like he was finna pass out if you didn’t.

"You know you’re allowed to touch me, right?"

"Thank FUCK, I thought you were gonna torture me forever - please come over here now please, thank you.”

TAKEMICHI, kakucho, chifuyu, angry, SHINICHIRO, kazutora, kyotani, kenma, aran, kageyama, deku, kirishima, tamaki, twice, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ∵ DOWN BAD AND PROUD OF IT. Utterly shameless, eyes waste no time honing in on your ass the second you walk past him, indulging his intrusive thoughts by giving you a light smack on that thang just to watch it jiggle. Wearing a shit-eating grin when you turn to playfully glare at him; he fucking knows you love it. Doesn't even care if y'all got company either, I mean shittt - you didn't when you decided to walk around with them shorts on. Absolutely will follow you around, feel you up and everything, homie cannot keep his hands to himself to save his life. Not his fault you look so damn tempting, he just couldn't resist. Good luck trying to get anything done now, and prepare to be absolutely SICK of him. You wanted his attention, you got it.

"Oh my goddd, boy, leave me aloneee."

"Nah, don’t get shy on me now, babe. Nowhere close to being done with you."

SANZU, hanma, rindou, RAN, smiley, baji, mikey, MATTSUN, maki, tanaka, nishinoya, SUNA, ATSUMU, HINATA, bokuto, sero, denki, mirio, HAWKS, [insert anyone you want ].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ∵ Won't look like he's phased at all, you could be walking around in your underwear and he won't break a sweat. Honestly, he'll have you feeling stupid at first, thinking you weren't as irresistible as you thought. Fret not you sexy thing, that's just how it appeared on the outside. On the inside tho, that man was having some rather... depraved thoughts. He wasn't born yesterday, he knew you were trying to get a rise outta him, but he really needed to focus on his work right now. But, don't worry...once he's done, he got something for that ass later.

"You didn't think I was gonna let your little stunt slide, did you?"

kokonoi, WAKASA, izana, draken, MITSUYA, ushijima, KITA, daichi, kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, osamu, sugawara, oikawa, TODOROKI, bakugou, shinshou, shigaraki, dabi, [ insert anyone you want ].

#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tr #tokyorev #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revenegers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev smut #hq #hq headcanons #hq scenarios #hq smut #hq x reader #mha #mha scenarios #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha smut

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loosingmoreletters · 4 months

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whats sctir?

anon I am sorry you’re gonna regret asking me this because currently it’s everything to me. so sctir is short for S-Classes that I raised. It’s a webnovel and comic currently being published! It’s technically speaking one of those dungeon crawler “oh suddenly dungeons appear all over the world and now people with magic powers fight in them to stop the apocalypse” stories but actually no, it’s not about that.

It’s about the most sweet perfect absolutely unhinged sibling relationship I’ve seen in ages. Sorry yunmeng bros, you got nothing on the Han brothers.

So we got our protagonist Han Yoojin! He’s the older brother and pretty much spent over a decade raising his five year younger brother Han Yoohyun because their parents were neglectful and then died. So my boy Yoojin dropped out of school to work and ensure his baby brother did not have to suffer.

Except sike! Dungeons appeared and Yoohyun awakened as one of the strongest people. And then pretty much immediately cut contact to his brother. Yoojin suffered as a consequence. You cannot make someone else the entire purpose of your life and then have them abandon you. He Goes Through it, eventually also awakens, but as the weakest rank. This continues for a while until Yoojin is caught in a dungeon where a much too strong monster shows up.

And who appears if not Yoohyun! Who dies for his brother if not Yoohyun?

Because turns out he cut contact to his brother because he didn’t want to endanger Yoojin! He kept an eye on his brother but didn’t interact with him because he was afraid to make him even more of a target! He loves his brother so much he decided leaving him was the onky way to keep him safe! Very much the thought process of a teenager who’s only ever had one person in his whole life to rely on! And then he dies in Yoojin’s arms! And Yoojin gets all these memories dropped on him!

Anyway, the monster dies and Yoojin gets the chance to travel back in time. So he does that to save his brother. Somehow this escalates into him adopting a bunch of murderous people who are all utterly obsessed with him.

King of that is Yoohyun who straight up has a “what if I fake your death and lock you up so you’re safe and can’t leave me” moment in canon (I am not paraphrasing here), but it’s fine because 5 minutes later they hug it out.

Anyway they are so special to me.

It’s a really fun story exploring dependencies as well as the power of emotionally available parenting. Please read it I need people to talk about it more.

#sctir #s classes that i raised #current hyperfixation #ask #anon

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i’m currently in my horrible writing era so next chapter we’re time skipping to where everyone is… slightly more happy. anyways sorry for this sucking and beings so short but i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Thirteen- The Web Falls

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“You want me to fly? On one of those?”

Ikran are fantastic beasts, and you have heard about them even by the sea. They dwell in the forest, so you’re sure they are not happy here- but they’re loyal.

Anyone can ride an ilu, but you have to fight to ride an ikran.

“Come on, sweetheart. It’s not so scary. Promise.”

“It flys, like a tsurak, no?” Neytiri asks, taking your hand.

Date night, Jake says, time away from the kids, from the world. And you had agreed wholeheartedly- but you did not want to fall to your death. Your life was falling into place, now, perfect. Why would you risk ending it?

“I prefer ilu.”

Jake throws his head back with a smile, shaking his head.

“It’ll be fun. Come here, this is Bob.”

Neytiri practically pushes you towards Jake and his ikran, and you hiss and fall forward.

“This is Bob.” Jake presses his hand to Bob’s jaw.

“Bob?” you frown, tongue tripping over the odd word.

“Human name,” Jake explains, taking your hand. “Come on,” he urges, and presses your hand against the creature before you can protest.

But, instead of being torn into two, eaten alive by this strange thing, his skin is simply warm beneath yours.

You think the forest takes to you quite well.

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The days past, and like stones in your heart, your guilt weighs on you.

You should tell Jake and Neytiri. You should tell them what their son has done, but- every time he sees you, he looks at you, wordlessly asks if you’ve told yet.

And you don’t want to see the disappointment on his face when you cannot tell him no.

You thought your days of feeling like a storm were over, you thought feelings swelling under your skin were a thing of the past.

But now, you can feel it under your skin, like a bruise forming, blood rising under your skin. The fear that one day you will burst with it.

You try to forget, because that has always been the best remedy, but you can’t. You wonder how much longer you can live like this, with stones in your heart and an emptiness under your ribs.

It is like Lo’ak has spun a web, mixing lies and truth until the two are indistinguishable. Day by day, more people are drawn in, more people become worried for him. And he just keeps winding. You think he might actually keep it from falling- in the day you are tortured by the guilt.

Until it falls, breaks all around you, falling like leaves from a great tree. Like droplets from a waterfall, like blood from a wound.

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The procession is a somber one, Tonowari leading Tsireya, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Lo’ak to the mauri. Ronal follows them, and you can see the disappointment on her face from where you are.

“Come,” you urge Jake and Neytiri, and the two follows you. They put on a strong image, square their shoulders, but they are your mates. You can feel the uneasiness rolling off of them. “Ronal!” you call as she yells at Tsireya, and her eyes narrow at you.

“And you,” Tonowari motions to Lo’ak, and you find your place standing behind him. “Son of a great warrior. Who has been taught better.”

“Payakin saved my life, sir. You don’t know him.”

You flinch. But Tonowari only nods, taking in the disrespect.

“Sit,” he says, “sit.” When no one does, his anger turns. “Sit down!” he shouts, fire in his voice, and you find yourself taking a knee as well.

He brings his hands to his mouth, moving them quick and down when he exhales, expelling his anger. Ronal paces behind him.

“Hear my words, boy. In the days of the first songs, the tulkun fought amongst themselves. For territory, and for revenge. But they came to believe that killing- no matter how justified- only brings more killing.”

He speaks sharp and quick, almost urging the words in the air to turn thin and small, slide into Lo’ak’s ears, into his brain, make him understand.

“So, all killing was forbidden. This is the tulkun way. Pakakan is a killer and so, he is outcast.”

Silence fills the mauri, and you spare a glance behind you. Jake, bending over, hands on his knees, Neytiri taking a knee like you. You want to grab their hands, tell them it will all be okay.

“I’m sorry sir, but you are wrong.”

“Lo’ak!” Neytiri hisses, “you are speaking to the Olo’eykan.”

“But-”

“That’s enough!” Jake shouts, and even you flinch at his hard voice. He is so tender with you, hands so sweet, it is hard to remember that he is Toruk Macto. A warrior.

You see Lo’ak shake his head. “I know what I know.”

Ronal hisses, and Jake moves to go past you, but you beat him to it.

“Lo’ak,” you say, hand around his bicep. “You must understand, it is for your safety. That is what we all want. For you to be well,”

He doesn’t look at you. “I know what you said. But-”

“Said?” Ronal asks, stopping her pacing. You look up to find her eyes narrowed onto you, and fear strikes onto your heart. “You knew?”

You breaths do not come easy, and when you stand, it is on shaky heads.

“Only since last night! I- I did not know what to do, Ronal, Jake, Neytiri. I did not think he- I tried to-”

“I told her.”

You nod at Tsireya’s words, eyes flicking around the room, begging for a scrap of mercy.

“I just wanted to help, yes?”

Ronal only hisses and turns away. You feel something wet slide down your face. You turn, frantic now, because the fall of Lo’ak’s web has come to rest on your shoulders.

“J-Jake, Neytiri, you-”

Jake shakes his head, but his eyes quickly fall from you to Lo’ak.

“Why wouldn’t you listen to her, huh?”

Lo’ak looks at his father over his shoulder. “Why? I-”

“Because she’s your mother, boy!”

Through the silence, that seems to take a physical form, the only eyes you can bring yourself to meet is Ronal’s.

Briefly, in the moment where you inhaled and shut your eyes, you hoped she would be looking at you with a smile. Happy, overjoyed. She loves you.

Instead, you only see the coldness of betrayal.

“Ronal-”

“No. You- no. No,” Her words are carved of an arrow, edges serrated, made to kill, made to hurt.

It is like a knife in your heart, like poison on your mouth, and your sister has always kept your chest from caving in and without her you cannot breathe.

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laurark · 4 months

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2023 Wrap Up

A strange year that was both long and short. The main lesson to learn from 2023 is the same lesson I have been learning every year since I was 6 years old: Things happen if you try!

I spent a lot of time this year hitting my head against a wall, or rather healing from an RSI that caused making art to become really fraught. I could bear the wrist pain in order to do my favorite thing (drawing!!!) but then the pain stuck around after I had clocked out for the day and was making dinner. It would go like this: I want to make pasta sauce using canned tomatoes, but using a can opener is so painful now that maybe I should just do something else. The onions and garlic are already cooking in the pan though, what can I pivot that to? I felt like the biggest dunce in the world. I worked my way into being cursed, I deserved it.

I have this craving to just commit to a big art project, like a graphic novel, and keep my head down working on it. Having all my time devoted to work feels a bit like doing penance, like earning my bread. But I look at the world and I know I cannot draw my way out of this. I can’t write my way out of this. I can’t post my way out of this. I am unprepared for what I need to do to earn a better tomorrow. But I am prepared to learn.

I changed up my desk ergonomics and my wrist healed. Thank you to the huge desk easel that I stole from my parents’ house. It’s ugly, heavy, stained, and I keep banging my elbows on its sharp corners. It sucks but it saved my life. Do not resist making your workspace uglier if it might help you!

Making The Influence and participating in the ShortBox Comics Fair was a huge work highlight this year. I’m so grateful I can make a work with dark themes and have it be understood and appreciated. The encouraging response to The Influence did a lot to kill the bad faith reviewer in my mind. Things are possible if you try!

I started painting again and I really love it. I’m trying to just follow the image-making. Painting is play to me and I want it to remain so. I feel myself itch to turn it into some kind of profitable thing, to make it palatable, but I’m trying to resist so it remains a place of experimentation.

I also wrote a short novel. It’s awful. I just re-read it and it’s so bad, but reading it makes me happy. It needs serious reworking to be a proper novel, but I did technically cross the finish line and write the whole story. It was very refreshing and informative to branch out like this, even if I don’t think this particular example is fit for human consumption. Earlier in my life I was so stubborn about ONLY working in comics but now I’d like to pursue whatever path I can to have a creative career. If you try!

I had a great time tabling at Short Run this year. Two different people came to my table and told me they came to the show specifically to see my table. One person said Bug Boys was responsible for facilitating “many special moments” with them and their niece. I don’t want to forget about moments like this. It means a lot to me.

It occurs to me as I type out this year’s accomplishments, they’re mostly things I did at home alone. I haven’t rejoined the world after COVID in a meaningful way, the way I hoped I would during lockdown. It comes naturally to me to make up excuses to stay home, keep my head down, watch how things play out before joining in. That attitude does me a disservice. It isolates me. When other people are only in the screen, they become hypothetical. It’s not right to live this way, but it’s comfortable to me. It feels “safe” after COVID, even though it’s not safe. I know I need to change this.

It feels sick and strange to be blogging in my safe little apartment during a time of bloodshed. To flip through my planner and think of my future while others starve is obscene. My entire life was obscene in this fashion. It’s my responsibility to sit with this feeling and do something with it.

Here’s to a better 2024. We can do it, we can try.

In love and solidarity,

Laura K.

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atechnobladeapologist · 12 days

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Paralels between Emerald duo and Codebreakers (canons and headcanons).

First of all they are my favorites character, I cannot even put in words how much I like them, my brain is gonna rot.

Personally I dont like to see the relationship that Phil have with them as something pathernal, but more as something close to the idea of the Moiral quadrant that we had on homestuck.

For you who saved your ass and stayed farrr away from this webcomic (just joking dont take that part too serious), Moirail basicly are besties that has a strings and specials bond, Moirail it’s that person who you feel safe to open up and talk about problems and feelings. That’s it if I dont mistaken me, omg my memorie is so poor, but look if Im wrong this is still the concept that Im looking for okay :c

Based on it, we should normalize kiss your best- COF COF, I mean, normalize writing an open love letter to your best friend in a pretty platonic way (Im not being ironic).

In short, they are best friends, bros, buddys.

Yeh I talk too much, too much, lesgo then.

The totem thing. I like to think Philza is pretty concerned with the boys, because Techno and Elotes are almost two ambulant suicidals just because of the totens, yet Phil is just like omggg sit down and stay quiet just for two entire minutes. I imagine Phil have constantly to bandage and sew up their wounds, SPECIALLY with Etoiles, that French Beast thing and his way of looking at thing intensifies this a lot.

I have a really strong headcanon that in both codebreakers and emerald duo Techno and Etoiles have a very strong relationship with Mumza because of the times they almost died (a pretty fun relationship btw, I bet she gives advices and philosophizes about life with them), at the point they know her even BEFORE know Philza or as long as they know him, and all this often without Philza even knowing, and when he descovers he goes like: WHAT?!

Even though Philza doesnt look physically as strong as them (I like to think he is, for real) the two still admire the man as if he were a super cool older friend, and besides none of them show it to Phil or tell him, they both are like: LOOK that cool guy is MY FRIEND, how cool, isnt it?

Headcanon, the warriors already cried in front him.

I know that Techno is pretty concerned about his reputation in a certain way but I really like to pass this to Etoiles too, Imagine a moment where they are showing friendly affection for eachother with a hug or something, and out of nowhere they break up and Etoiles says, “man, I’m enjoying this but it hurts my reputation”, even when theres NO ONE close to see it, they’re just so out of touch they have ashamed of it, in the most fluffy way you can imagine that, it’s pretty funny imagine beasts, unshakable warriors that just cant deal with a hug of their best friend.

Techno hear voices, Etoiles get the paranoid <3

They have wavy and curly hair and sometimes Phil helps them to finish their hair, for techno he usually braid his all hair and for Etoiles he do a tiny terere on the side. Philza encourage both to take more care of their hair because he likes the curls and waves.

Techno and Etoiles have completly unexpected hobbies, I like to think that tech know how to sew and he have a whole sketchbook just for crosquis and Etoiles constantly draw and makes small wood sculptures, cute things because he usually gives to Pomme. We can invert this too btw, I think it matchs with both!

Despite Phil’s warnings they simply refuse to have a healthy sleep schedule.

If it was necessary they would sacrifice themselfs for keep the oldman safe.

I didn’t talk much about Phil :c but I was trying to do something more focused on Tecchnoblade and Etoiles in the relationship with him ya know? Maybe another time I’ll do something for our blondie girlie pop.

I truly like how those duos are simillary with eachother even when one of them are different people. Btw codebreakers should be more contrast on the fandom hihi.

Just to remember English is not my mother language so sorry for the poor words choose.

#codebreakers #q!etoiles #technoblade #emerald duo #q!philza #c!techno #c!philza #philza minecraft #etoiles

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spencer-is-dead · 3 months

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Rereading chapter 62 and this is my mood

Manga spoilers under cut

God, it’s just so fucking tragic. He loses everyone he loves, he loses his name, his identity. It’s all torn away by war.

And you can see how happy he is with his friends in the beginning. He’s just a little kid wrapped up in all of the propaganda. He thinks war is just a game, because he’s just a kid. I cannot emphasize enough how I love Endo using the theme of “they’re just kids”, it just hits you right in the gut.

When the first bombing happens, the only word I can really find to describe it is horrific. Just a few pages ago, the town was full of happy people who were enjoying their lives. And just a few panels ago he was talking with a woman. One moment, she’s there, the next, she’s been crushed. And you see the town, his hometown, destroyed. You see people trying to save their loved ones. And you see [REDACTED], horrified. And it probably hits him in that moment; this is war.

And he doesn’t want to leave, he’s worried about school, and the town fair. He doesn’t realize that they can’t stay. And when he sees the destroyed building he and his friends used to play in, that he had found for them, you think they’re dead.

the scene where his mother dies is probably one of my favorites in the chapter, simply because it’s so well done. We don’t see her body, we don’t see his face. All we see are screams. All we know is that this boy found his mother’s body, and I think that’s all we need to know.

This is when [REDACTED] dies. He is buried with his mother. But his body still lives. He’s lost everything he’s ever loved, and the only reason he keeps moving is because he wants to destroy what had destroyed his life. He is not living, he is merely surviving. I hope that, when it gets adapted, the anime expands upon this part. It probably won’t, but one can dream.

When he becomes Roland, I doubt he ever accepted the name. It was just a nickname to him, not an identity. It’s just a vehicle for vengeance. He lies about his age, though my bet is that he’s at least 16, maybe even 15. And then we see him, in a tight spot. As a child, he pulled some strings to beat his friends, as a teen, we see him blow up his enemy. And don’t you think it’s haunting, to see someone alive one moment and gone the next? Even if they were a common enemy, you can remember that they were human once. Even he (Roland) was human once. But they’ve all been torn apart into beasts, beasts who want nothing but blood on their claws. And he wonders how many have to die? How much blood will be spilled before he can be happy again? How many more have to lose their lives just so he can live his?

He meets Franky, or, the man who would become Franky. When Roland hears his pleas, hears that “He’s never been with a woman”, it humanizes him. For a moment, he sees him as an equal. So he gives him a cigarette, a sort of truce. He still hates the enemy, but he learns that the enemy is the same as him. Everyone has lost someone, everyone was in it for revenge and glory. They were all told that they had a reason to fight, that they had a right to be angry at the other side.

This upsets Roland, because he wants to hold on to his worldview. It only shatters when he sees his friends, half the reason he’s been fighting. A side note, I appreciate how Endo still makes him look like an older teen here, it adds to the effect that they are still just kids.

It’s a short-lived reunion, as he finds that they die due to people’s stupidity. And he realizes: Ignorance is a weakness, Ignorance is a sin. This is probably one of the most gripping pages in the manga. It’s just so… depressing.

when he’s approached by the WISE guy, he really views it as the only chance he has, the only reason he can keep going.

The train station scene is also very important. We see the man ask why he’s doing this, and He sees a group of kids pass him. We focus on his eyes. This is why he’s doing this. He wants to make sure no child ever lives the life he had to live. He wants to make sure no child has to cry.

But he doesn’t realize it.

Twilight’s backstory doesn’t have a happy ending. Sure, the chapter ends happy, but you can’t help but feel… dark after the chapter concludes. You realize just what brought Twilight to how he is today. You realize that, deep down, he’s just [REDACTED], a small child who wants nothing more than to be comforted.

#spy x family #sxf #sxf manga spoilers #sxf manga #sxf chapter 62 #Loid Forger #sxf meta #sxf analysis #This a very autism/brainrot induced rant #Long post

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hi !! can i make a request for domestic fluff with our stevie boy. i’m craving it so bad rn, literally anything from like waking up in the morning with him after moving in together to doing household chores with him - i just NEED.

also just a quick like, thank you for putting your time into this blog, i love your writing so much i think you and upsidedownwithsteve are like my top two writers for steve on this app, i cannot get enough. i dabble in writing here and there but my adhd never lets me finish my wip’s but going through and reading both of your blogs always gets me in the writing mood and i’m pretty sure you guys are the reason i’ve improved too if im being honest. anyways sorry for rambling lolz, just wanted to thank you and praise you for your work bc it’s actually amazing and im love with it <333

wow!! you are so kind to say all of those nice things!!!! <3 u r wonderful. i loooooove this idea, too! thank you for your patience <3 i just wanted to get it right, so here is folding laundry w steve! | 1.2k, fluff fluff fluff, fem!reader

Chore days with Steve are maybe your favorite days. The small apartment you're renting takes quite a bit of elbow grease to keep clean, so you tend to split up the responsibilities and tackle it all at once. Today Steve is cleaning the floors and on kitchen duty while you're handling the bathroom, dusting, and the laundry.

You've hardly seen him -- most of the morning has been you yelling back and forth from different rooms when you sneeze and he says bless you, and singing along to the radio. Every time you pass each other in the hallway Steve pauses to kiss you quick and hard, delighted as if he had no idea you'd be there.

"What're you doing here looking so pretty?" he says. "Unbelievable." In short, your chore days are full of laughter and love. After the bathroom has been scrubbed and the kitchen has been wiped and there's no more dust and Stave has swept and mopped and you've helped him vacuum you find yourself on the floor of your small living room with the basket of fresh, unfolded laundry, just waiting for him.

Okay, this is actually your favorite part: folding the laundry together. Even when Steve does the wash when you're at work or you do it in the middle of the week you both save the folding until you're together. Even if it causes some wrinkles, but who cares -- you just love to sit on the floor and talk while you do it.

"Are you waiting for me?" Steve says, folding the chord of the vacuum and shoving it into the small hall closet.

"'Course I am. But no rush."

"I've been looking forward to this all day, baby. Nothing hotter than pairing up your socks." He grins at you as he fights with the door, giving it a shove that's a little harder than necessary in his need to be on the floor with you.

"Yeah, since you just end up stealing so many of them!" He winks at you and you laugh.

"Shit, I'm so hungry." He plops down on the other side of the basket, the pile of clothes between you as he reaches for a shirt of yours and starts folding. "Cleaning is hard work."

"You say that every time we have chore day, Steve." He smirks and starts to tell you about something Robin did at work this week. Obviously talking to him is great, but you love this routine because you get to just look at him for most of it. Steve looks divine, as always, tired but happy, glowing in the afternoon light of your home. Your chest is a mess of fondness and warmth, your happiness so strong you think it must be shining out of you like sunbeams. Your fingers brush every once in a while and your cheeks heat like it's the first time. Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever he finds a pair of your underwear or a bra, but he folds them tenderly the way you like even as you roll your eyes at him.

It's just laundry, but it's peaceful, it's soft, and it's your life. You're folding clothes that belong to the boy you love in the home you have together. Sometimes it feels like a dream.

"I was serious about being hungry. What do you want for dinner?" Steve asks when you reach the bottom of the basket.

"Well, I don't want us to ruin the spotless kitchen you worked so hard on." You finish off the last pair of socks -- Steve's, with cats on them.

"We could go for a drive and get some burgers. And maybe milkshakes?" He stands and stretches, the soft skin of his stomach and the dark trail of hair exposed. You don't even pretend you aren't staring. He catches you and looks down at himself. "We should probably change first."

He's in mismatched socks and boxers and a t-shirt that's been shrunk and is a little too short for him. You love him so much.

"No, I like you like that."

"Oh, you do, do you? Like me with my belly button out? I see how it is."

"I mean, I look like I got dressed in the dark." Steve reaches down to pull you up, spreading your arms over the laundry basket to look at your outfit. You're in pj pants and a t-shirt that was clearly a gas station buy -- you think Robin bought it and Steve stole it -- and no socks at all. He's looking at you like you're magic.

"Don't even get me started on how you look," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, bright eyes trailing over you. You never feel more beautiful, more wanted, more loved, than when Steve is looking at you.

"Well, good thing we have all these clean clothes," you say, pulling your hands from his to grab a pair of jeans from one of the piles for him. "Put these on. They make your ass look good. Keep the shirt, though." He flushes, flicking his hair back as he takes the Levi's from you.

"My ass always looks good!" He's pouting and you want to kiss him. You just laugh, even though he's right. He snags a pair of jean shorts for you and hands them over before he pulls on his own pants. You shed your bottoms right there in the living room and tug on the clean ones. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time, a gaze you're used to and crave even though as makes you shiver.

"Eyes to yourself, Harrington," you say sternly. "I want a burger and you will not get in my way."

"You sure about that?" He steps around the empty basket and over the piles of folded clothes to slide his palms into your back pockets. "Standing there in a shirt that's probably mine --"

"I think it's Robin's actually, Steve," you interrupt.

"--and taking your pants off in front of me?" he continues over you. "It's like you're trying to seduce me. In my own home!"

"Well, is it working?"

"It's always working, baby." You slide your hands onto his exposed midriff and feel his warm skin, the edges of the scars he no longer hides. Steve leans in to kiss you and you're smiling so wide, unable to contain the happiness. It feels impossible that you're going to spend the rest of your life this happy.

"Food, Steve!" you say against his mouth. He pulls away, a thumb coming to brush against your lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah. There are like, a million dirty things I could say right now, you know?"

"I'm sure there are, baby," you say, patting his cheek. "C'mon." You extract yourself from his hold to put your shoes on, leaving the laundry to be put away for when you're back.

"Hey," Steve says, grabbing his keys and sliding into his sneakers. He just looks at you for a second, face soft and his lips quirked into a small smile. "I love you."

"Hey," you say. "I love you back."

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hotchaways · 2 years

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pov: your instagram but you’re dating spencer reid

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(Y/N)gram: scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle

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jenniferjareau: does spence actually know how to jump rope?

↳ (Y/N)gram: he was actually good at getting the timing right for the photo though

↳ derekmorgan: pretty boy cannot jump rope to save his life

spencer.reid: am i scrawny?

↳ aaron_hotchner: not entirely in my opinion.

↳ e.prentiss: yes

↳ (Y/N)gram: baby those are song lyrics but yes 😅

↳ spencer.reid: watch me gain my muscles

↳ derekmorgan: get a medic nearby in case you pass out

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(Y/N)gram: my best friend and spencer! off to some music festival in the desert 🏜

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itspennyg: enjoy my lovely earthlings!!! 💗🌎

↳ jenniferjareau: we wish you could’ve come with :(

↳ (Y/N)gram: yes replace spence :)

↳ spencer.reid: why do you do this to me?

e.prentiss: lmao poor reid looks like a third wheel with jj and (Y/N)

↳ (Y/N)gram: did you not know that spence is just my beard?

↳ spencer.reid: i am feeling slightly offended that my own girlfriend is insinuating that i am a cover up.

↳ derekmorgan: you gotta admit jj and (Y/N) do look good together

↳ jenniferjareau: mhm, (Y/N) and i are the power couple of the century 😌

↳ aaron_hotchner: dropping by to say i definitely agree to that.

↳ spencer.reid: not you joining them, hotch :(

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(Y/N)gram: he hasn’t moved for the past 15 minutes

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derekmorgan: it’s because pretty boy’s sleeping

↳ e.prentiss: new life hack is to bring sunglasses everywhere

↳ jenniferjareau: is he hungover?

↳ (Y/N)gram: probably? he might have low alcohol tolerance

↳ itspennyg: i can’t believe someone can actually sleep in that uncomfortable position 😵‍💫

↳ aaron_hotchner: the meeting was unusually silent without him blurting out statistics.

↳ derekmorgan: everyone quietly leave him and go back to your desks

↳ (Y/N)gram: aye aye captain 🫡

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(Y/N)gram: happy anniversary, wonder boy ❤️ you have no choice but to love my unique gift to you :) i love you

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itspennyg: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY BABIES!!! you two are growing up so fast 🥺💗

↳ derekmorgan: spencer is growing up, (Y/L/N) is still a short stack. happy anniversary!

↳ aaron_hotchner: happy anniversary you two. please keep the mushiness down on the low.

↳ e.prentiss: happy anniversary, the two of you are so sappy, it makes me sick 🤢

↳ jenniferjareau: happy anniversary to my best friends!! love you both :)

↳ (Y/N)gram: morgan you bitch take that back

spencer.reid: happy anniversary, love :) you increase the dopamine levels in my brain. i love you

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(Y/N)gram: gifting the world a baby spencer reid :)

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spencer.reid: (Y/N) I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THIS

↳ (Y/N)gram: my job is to serve the people and this was what they wanted

↳ derekmorgan: look at pretty boy’s haircut and award-winning smile 🤩

↳ jenniferjareau: you mean spence’s boyband haircut

↳ itspennyg: HE LOOKS SO TINY I WANNA KEEP HIM IN MY PURSE

↳ e.prentiss: you gotta give it to him. he was real proud of his pearly whites

↳ aaron_hotchner: i don’t understand whether he’s uncomfortable or that’s his normal smile.

↳ spencer.reid: that’s my normal smile, hotch. 😐

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(Y/N)gram: legendary pasta man and popcorn hoarder (with derek’s popcorn) caught on camera 📸

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e.prentiss: rossi looks like he’s being taken by the angels with the light above him

↳ daverossi: i am the holy pasta man.

↳ derekmorgan: this is war, spencer reid, you took my popcorn

↳ spencer.reid: i cannot believe my own girlfriend ratted me out.

↳ jenniferjareau: and i fully support her for doing that

↳ (Y/N)gram: next time don’t go stealing people’s popcorns, especially mine 😘

↳ itspennyg: why did (Y/N) just rush in to the batcave when she crossed paths with hotch?

↳ spencer.reid: she dunked the popcorn bucket over my head. it reminded me of my high school days.

↳ aaron_hotchner: so that’s why the floor was a mess.

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(Y/N)gram: i told santa i wanted a disney prince when i was 7 and i got one 22 years later :)💗

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itspennyg: YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE MY HEART IS BURSTING!!!! 🥺

↳ (Y/N)gram: penny our #1 supporter :( we love you!!! so much. we will get you all the croissants in the world

derekmorgan: i cannot imagine spencer as a disney prince

↳ e.prentiss: or even any kind of prince

↳ jenniferjareau: (Y/N) posting a sweet message and the two of you come in with that energy. i love it

↳ spencer.reid: i don’t 😒

spencer.reid: are you posting this so we can get a puppy?

↳ spencer.reid: but also, i love you. stop making me flustered at work

↳ (Y/N)gram: ……i love you spence hehe :)

↳ spencer.reid: we are not getting a puppy

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(Y/N)gram: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. everyone, meet einstein!!! 🐶❤️ (ps. spence was actually ecstatic)

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e.prentiss: i cannot believe how much of a simp spencer is for you

↳ jenniferjareau: he says he doesn’t want to get one but would do anything for (Y/N)

↳ derekmorgan: he’d probably commit arson for her

↳ spencer.reid: why are we talking about this?

aaron_hotchner: jack saw the picture and wants to meet einstein so they could play together.

↳ (Y/N)gram: we should play matchmaker for coco and einstein

↳ itspennyg: YES. adorable little hotchner-reid’s running around 🥺

↳ aaron_hotchner: i do not want to take care of the pregnant dog of my girlfriend.

↳ spencer.reid: hotch, you’re no fun. it’s just for 58-68 days.

↳ (Y/N)gram: we will make it happen

↳ aaron_hotchner: i am hiding coco from the three of you.

A/N: celebratory post because i passed my oral exams with flying colors and it’s my first month here!!! :) having this blog has definitely been therapeutic for me, especially gaining new friends and getting back to writing has helped me a lot. thank you all for the love you’ve given me the past month 💗

ps. yes, i did create a connection with my other social media post because coco makes a written appearance in this one :)

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smiles-ocs · 4 months

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Some concepts and ideas for Castor and Ronan’s story called Starchild. Some of these are… hard to get to drawing, specifically Ronan’s younger siblings, might redesign them, but they’re all very young. Ronan left to join a crew so he could make money for them while his parents physically can’t work, and he made sure that his 12-year-old brother is very helpful. Then some random character ideas. A first mate on Castor’s pirate crew, two important characters named Rigel and Esther, castor as a young boy, and random scene ideas I have.

There’s a lot of crap I’m rambling about under the cut so go there if you want to know more about the characters, lore, and spoilers

I also have an idea of a deity or something of the sorts. It’s bascially a “Star God”, something with incredible power that was given to them from the heavens, and it is responsible for the starchildren that have shown up around the world, hence why this series is called Starchild. The whole thing around the Star God is a mystery, but people do know it exists thanks to the star children. This is a little dark but some explanation on Starchildren:

Starchildren are born every few hundred years or so, it’s unknown how often a starchild is born, but people believe that starchildren are the star god’s children, and that when they reach a certain age, they are sacrificed to deal with all the problems the world is having. They believe that if a starchild is not sacrificed, demons from hell will arrive to destroy the world. I hinted at this on my last post, but starchildren turn into strange creatures, the main one being the Leviathan. There’s also the Kraken and the other one who’s name is so complicated I’m not even going to bother with it dhskdbsk.

Long story short, the whole thing is a lie. Starchildren have incredible power when they become adults and are “awakened” as Starchildren. They remember the person that gave them that power (the Star God) and their purpose, which is watching over the people. However, centuries ago, someone in high power believed that Star children were too powerful, and out of fear, he came up with an excuse to kill starchildren before they grew too powerful, because no one should be more powerful than him. So they killed starchildren when they were young and weak, hiding behind the excuse of it being a sacrifice to the world or something, using the blood to cleanse the world and keep the demons at bay. That way, if the starchildren escape, and inevitably take on the role of “deities”, people will believe that the demons have arrived to punish them for failing, and will try to kill the awakened starchildren.

Starchildren cannot escape their fate, however, because they cannot hide unless they are far away from people. They have blue hair that shines in the darkest fog, blue hair that cannot be hidden, and a star birthmark somewhere.

I suppose there’s no reason to hide this now, but Castor is the starchild of this era, originally called Orion, but he changed his name for safety. He ran away when he learned that he was going to die, trying to escape on a boat. The people almost caught him, but the kraken appeared, seemingly saving his life. As Castor tried to hide from people, he tried to hide his blue hair, but it constantly shines through whatever he hid it in. The best he could do was to wrap it up and put a thick hat on, which helped, but even so, you can see in his wrapping the blue hair. He tried to dye it, hide it in mud, even shaving it, but the blue cannot be covered up, so hiding in plain sight was nearly impossible to him. He left to sea to avoid people, but accidentally became captain of the pirate crew. He’s a very jaded man who is intimidating and skilled in sword fighting. People respect him as a captain, so he is in high status on his ship (obviously 💀). Problem is, there is a very, VERY high bounty on the star child’s head, so even the most loyal crew members may turn on him if he is found out.

Castor trusts no one, but he seems to have a soft spot for Ronan for some reason. Even when he eventually finds out that he is the starchild, he can’t bring himself to kill him. He’s just a boy…

Obviously, Esther and Rigel are starchildren as well. Rigel is an ancient starchild, who lived a good life before the starchildren sacrifices. He roams the ocean, punishing anyone who threatens the innocent or disrespects the ocean. There were a lot of starchildren too, but the creatures of starchildren were hunted and killed, leaving Rigel, Esther, and Castor the last three starchildren. Esther was a starchild who escaped the sacrifice, who is far more cruel and jaded than Castor, and when Castor is “awakened”, she goes after him to use him to punish everyone.

Rigel is that turtle Whale island thing, Esther is the kraken, and Castor turns into the Leviathan.

The star god is no benevolent being, and is not a god at all. He’s a regular human who got magic from some meteorite, idk, there doesn’t need to be any specifics lol, and he grew immensely powerful. He resides away from the ocean, but he is not a good person. He’s greedy, selfish, and does nothing to help the innocent starchildren he “created”. He would love to have the starchildren to do his bidding, but if they die, it’s no matter, cuz he doesn’t need them. Idk maybe he’s not greedy lol. Either way the star god is not a good person, but I kinda want the star god’s role to be similar to Davy Jones in pirates of the Caribbean. There must always be a star god.

Anyways I hope that all makes sense 💀💀 Ronan is just there, being roped up into this nonsense, but he’s a good boy with a good heart and wants to help the starchildren, and he and Castor grow close.

#this was supposed to be a simple post but I DUMPED all that lore on you lol #I mean… at least the lore is easy to explain #unlike Clover’s story good GRIEF #my brother asked why his story is called ‘golden clover’ and I couldn’t begin to explain it 💀💀💀#it’s so complex #but I’m proud of it #this story is easier to explain tho and I like it a lot!#I felt weird combining the ocean and stars together #but idk they’re kinda connected in a way you know?#space and the ocean are very mysterious and unexplored #but space is more explored and more safe to travel through lol #but regardless there’s a lot of similarities between the two so maybe it’s not weird to combine them #poor Ronan will struggle through a moral dilemma through a lot of this #Esther is an interesting character so I’m hoping to explore her more #ocs #original characters #starchild

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southfarthing · 1 year

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Maedhros tries.

The guilt, the overwhelming debt of it all, weighs down on him as he turns from Fingon to his uncle, Fingolfin. It pushes him to his knees as he pleads for forgiveness despite the whispers behind him. But he lifts his chin and looks Fingolfin in the eye, and this time it is Maedhros’s turn to word his oaths.

‘Do you think you will ever regret it?’ Fingon asks later.

They are at the edge of the hall at Mithrim, sat by the gasping remains of the fire. Maedhros runs his fingers along his wounded arm, stopping abruptly short of the cloth where his hand should be.

The pain is sharp, but worse is the loss itself.

‘Will you regret saving my life?’ he asks quietly.

The crown he had never touched. His sword-hand, though, was his pride. His shame.

‘Of course not.’

At the other end of the hall, through the low light, he sees the grave faces of brothers who believed him dead: who left him for dead and now, only days after seeing him alive once more, scorn him for the title he has left untouched.

It was Fingon who found him. Fingon who saved him, despite the burning of boats and bonds and honour.

‘I wish there had been a better way to do it,’ Fingon adds in a slow, sure voice. ‘But I would rather you were alive than dead.’

Maedhros is glad to hear the firmness of Fingon’s voice once again. The cries and broken song at Thangorodrim he wants to forget.

He lets his hand fall to his side. ‘And I would rather be alive among my kin than a king chained.’

Fingon looks at him, and Maedhros wonders if he, too, is thinking of the way in which they left the shores of Aman. Shores that bled horrors into the sea.

Fingon followed him down into damnation, and still he sought him beyond hope. Perhaps it is Maedhros’s turn to follow Fingon’s lead, now.

Maedhros tries.

Snow brushes his face, hot with wrath and exertion, as he stands tall among the limp foes at his feet. His sword drips steaming blood behind him as he strides forward.

He didn’t think he could ever wield a blade again, and yet it swings from his left hand as naturally as it did his right, if not more so. There is a fire within him, a fire that he never thought he would inherit from his father.

But like Fëanor was robbed of his Silmarils, Maedhros, too, has been robbed. And for every day he hung from those cruel rocks, he will stain the land with another of Morgoth’s mockeries.

He won’t swear to it, but the thought burns in his mind, licking at the corners of his conscience until his sword pierces orc-flesh.

His words to Fingon, too, echo in his head – he is alive, unchained, unhindered. And he is not alone.

Ahead, he sees the banners of Fingolfin swaying in the wind.

Maedhros tries.

He tries so, so hard. He brings peoples, kings, armies together. And after the fury and deceptive hope, all that’s left is death.

He doesn’t know where Fingon’s body is, if a body remains. He watches as Turgon’s host retreats, slinks back to Gondolin. Maedhros is too numb to do anything, say anything.

The fire hasn’t been fully stomped out, but what’s left among the bruised embers turns against him.

He doesn’t want to keep trying, but he has slain kin once. He does it again.

The oath keeps him steadfast, though steadfastness is not a word he would choose as he looks around the decimated throne room. His brothers lay dead; the young king lays dead. And the one thing that could justify such brutality is gone.

The girl ran, they say, or she died. She cannot be found. And what of the other two children? The two little boys, the ones that reminded him of Amrod and Amras?

Maedhros rushes from the silent caves and into the woods, Maglor at his heels. They search in silence, and a voice in Maedhros’s head, one that sounds uncomfortably like Fingon’s, tells him that his search for the boys rather than for the Silmaril shows he isn’t utterly lost, even though the blood on his blade hasn’t yet dried.

But they never find the boys, and Maedhros looks at Maglor in the grey-green shadows.

These boys will live, Maedhros thinks. Maglor will see to it.

The fight has left him. The Silmaril is gone. Between Morgoth and the sea he can never cross, he lingers. In the early mornings, he wonders if it would have been better if he had died long ago, in some valiant struggle against evil.

The sun rises weakly, and Maedhros closes his eyes.

He can stop. He can turn back, Maglor says. Beg for redemption, try for forgiveness.

That’s the word – try. Maedhros has done nothing but try. Try to grab a hold of the noose pulling him on, reign it in, lead it himself. But the two remaining Silmarils are there, and Morgoth is gone. A fate he never believed he would see, once the initial fire of the oath had dampened on the shores of Middle Earth.

The end to his torment, the reward for his toil, within his grasp.

No. He cannot turn back from this. It ends here, in victory or in death. He makes one last effort and closes his hand around the Silmaril.

(though here at journey's end I lie - crossposted to ao3)

#reposting because teehee #silmarillion #silm #silmarillion fic #silmarillion fanfic #maedhros #tolkien #tolkien fic #maglor #fingon #mine #my fic #*lotr #lotr: fic

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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do you do ships if so can you do agnst of tanjiro x zenitsu

its a short story about zenitsu dying in tanjiros arms surrounded by the whole squad after fighting a very strong demon

please and thank you :)

Oh? Hmm. I can try something. Never done a actual KNY ship before yet so this’ll be interesting! This is a bit short and a little rushed but I hope you like it!

My Mistake- TanZen/TanjiroxZenitsu

Inosuke held Nezuko in his arms as she laid her head fast asleep on his shoulder in her smaller form, his hidden eyes trained on the hideous sight before him and made him step back slightly, his eyes threatening to water. He thanked the gods his mask filtered the air he breathed so he couldn’t smell how truly bad the pungency was

Kanao kept Genya’s arm wrapped firmly around the curve of her neck to her shoulder, keeping him still on his feet with her body’s support as his temporary demonic powers kicked in to heal the few wounds he was experiencing. She was deeply upset over what she was seeing and her senses overloaded with the misery and the disgust

Tanjiro cried out, mixed with frustration and regret as his strong arms protectively clutched his frantically bleeding friend, Agatsuma Zenitsu, a boy who risked his life for Tanjiro so he could actually slay the unrecognised Upper Moon the little team battled on their own with no Hashira assistance. Kanao had already sent a crow out for help so hopefully, a Hashira with some Kakushi are on their way to pick the group up and tend to their injuries. Preferably Shinobu so she can look after Zenitsu straight away

Tanjiro simply hated how he couldn’t stop the bleeding, even after he tied his haori around the waist wound firmly. There was no stopping it, Zenitsu was truly dying as he laid partly limp in Tanjiro’s grasp as he tried to fight off the ringing in his ears to speak. The blood pooled around Zenitsu’s damaged frame, staining his golden yellow haori and torn uniform

All the Kamaboko Squad were beaten up bad but not nearly as bad as Zenitsu. He, most definitely, sustained a nasty internal organ injury in his successful attempt to protect Tanjiro from the monstrous demon’s almost impossible to dodge Blood Demon Art. A fatal injury that cannot be fixed unless he is magically teleported to the Butterfly Estate in this very moment.

What can he do?! Tanjiro has always been the one to fix every single issue he and his group comes across, but he doesn’t know how to fix this problem, what must he do to stop Zenitsu from dying on him

Tanjiro prayed internally for a Hashira to show up before he could merely blink. He can’t bare to lose another somebody so unbelievably important to him; first his father, then his family, then Nezuko’s human self but no— Zenitsu can’t join that list. He just can’t. Tanjiro tried his best to gaslights himself to believe he wasn’t going through immense grief as he didn’t want to admit he had no real hope to save Zenitsu

Zenitsu quickly gathered his remaining strength to smile at the sight of his panicking friend, who he had developed a secret crush on and kept it hidden for ages. Even if their first meeting was rather rocky, Zenitsu found himself idolising Tanjiro for his pure heart and incredible skills

It was a sense of passionate idolisation at first but then that platonic view dissolved into a real romantic crush. It beyond buried the feelings he briefly had for Nezuko but he kept that facade up in concern he would seem very weird for switching so fast

Was it right for him to like Tanjiro more than a friend, a boy whilst being a boy? Zenitsu knew in this moment, as his functions shut down quickly, that he needed to let his feelings run out before he leaves the Earth for good. Zenitsu sadly wont be able to actually be with Tanjiro, the way he dreamed about but telling him how he feels for him is more than enough

“…Th… an…k… yo… u….” Tanjiro responded instantly to Zenitsu’s very slow speech, anxiety and worry rising every second as one of his hands went up to the wound drenching his dark green and black checkered haori in thick oozes of ruby red blood and pushing down in high hopes to suppress the blood flow but to no avail.

Zenitsu couldn’t say absolutely everything he wanted to Tanjiro with how weak and frail he has become in little time but he was prepared to say the most important thing, his planned confession replayed over and over in his mind whilst overtaking his attention from the intense pain he was in. It was time

“I’ll get help, Zenitsu. Stay with me, I’ll save you!” Zenitsu kept his gentle smile up for as long as he possibly could, his blinking slow and his breathing lowering so much until it seemed that he was holding his breath. Tanjiro felt like holding his own, his stressed glowing eyes locked on the other boy’s darkening irises as he paid his full attention onto him

Zenitsu willingly used almost all he had left of the energy and strength within his rapidly depleting systems to lift his hand up, brushing it over Tanjiro’s trickling lacerated cheek as those uncontrollable tears leaking from his beautiful plum red eyes rolled down his skin to his sleeve. He didn’t want Tanjiro to worry about him anymore as he finally managed to say what he has been wanting to say for days now

“I… lo… v.. e… yo… u… T… an… ji… r… o” Zenitsu mustered out those four words as he begun seeing such a blinding white light before him, his hand dropped to his side with a grassy-cushioned thud whilst his dark electric yellow eyes quickly faded to a dull cloudy white. Just then, Zenitsu had passed away from intense blood lost as Tanjiro screamed out in outrage, loudly sobbing his heart out inbetween begs for the heavens bring Zenitsu back.

All his minor wounds plus the huge injury worked together to squeeze him dry of his needed life essence like a fruit squeezing out juice. He couldn’t keep holding on anymore, the coldness overtook his body and he felt so comfortable in Tanjiro’s firm yet loving grasp that he felt all so ready to walk over the rainbow bridge. Even though, it left his newfound love behind

Tanjiro mindlessly cuddled Zenitsu’s bloodied lifeless corpse, still crying as heavy as before. His throat and eyes burnt with exhaustion as so did everyone of his puckered-out muscles. His entire body throbbed in pure pain whilst he sat on his knees in no care for anything he felt as he just cried over Zenitsu

His friends never left nor moved, silently surrounding the two as they struggled against their sadness over Zenitsu’s death, none wanted to distract the distraught Tanjiro letting his feelings out. Inosuke bit on his lip to try hide his sobbing as Genya and Kanao cried outloud with their heads pressed against each other in attempts to comfort each other

“Zenitsu! I’m so sorry! I love you too!”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny kamaboko squad #tragic #kny angst #angst short story #kamado tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #agatsuma zenitsu #zenitsu agatsuma #tanzen #tanjiro x zenitsu #romance

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Out of Jake, Marc and Steven, who do you like best and why?

MCU or comics?

I'm going to long windedly tell you that I actually have a really hard time answering this question because I love them all and it's impossible for me to pick a favorite and then I'm going to try to pick a favorite.

HERE WE GO.

In MCU it's an unfair question because we don't have all the pieces. Literally. We spend a large portion of the time meeting up with the Sass King Steven Grant and following his point of view, which is integral to understanding the story and finding Marc at the same time Steven does. And because Oscar Isaac is amazing, Steven is impossible to hate.

When we meet Marc, we see a broken man that hates himself and who we and Steven don't understand. (Those of us that came in from the comics knew Marc better and knew what to look for and loved him from the start). But then we take a break from Steven and we see Marc and he's a broken dumpster fire and he's awkward and loving. (Thank you Layla for helping to introduce us to Marc in a point of view that wasn't Steven's and allowing us to see him through a lens of love).

And it's easy to point at Marc and dismiss him and write him off as grumpy or not interesting. But Marc is a precious cinnamon roll that deserves love and attention.

We get five minutes tops with Jake Lockley and that's not enough to form an opinion or proper understanding of where they want to take his character. (Season 2 I'm looking at you with the sort of longing you read about in classic poetry).

I literally cannot pick a favorite in MCU. There isn't enough there to say this trait is superior in my personal books to favor. I love Steven's energy and sass and love starved eagerness to be acknowledged and seen. I love Marc's awkward ability to stand there like the kind of idiot that deserves to be given hot cocoa and tucked into bed for trying too hard with a kiss on the forehead.

Now Comics?! Oh boy comics.

I found it hardest to connect to Steven in the comics on my first reading of them. There was a distinct effort to forget Steven in later runs and he got either mishandled or written out all together. No one knew what to do with him after Moench and I can understand that they didn't know what to do with a smart rich philanthropist that wanted to sit around reading the paper and helping out local charity drives. This was a superhero comic, after all.

But Steven is really undervalued by many of the writers. Honestly, it wasn't till Lemire and Smallwood that I suddenly looked at Steven with new eyes and realized that he was more than the cowardly peace lover that just wanted to live rich and in comfort. Going back through Moench this past year I have found a new connection and appreciation for Steven Grant.

Marc Spector? He was my first favorite. He's an idiot that gets things done by punching it as hard as he can. He can't block or duck to save his life and he has a short fuse that's always going off. He's the epitome of dumpster fire that just keeps making the problem worse. He dug till the shovel broke then he went out and rented a backhoe.

But Marc Spector has heart. He's goofy. He's got a wicked sense of humor that makes me laugh. He stands his ground with Spider-Man and Deadpool.

He also respects the characters that get forgotten or made fun of. He helps others with mental health issues. He understands what it means to struggle and he makes it his duty to try. Even when he's being written wrong, you still get a sense of a man that genuinely wants to do better for himself and those around him, but he just is so BAD at it.

Then you have Jake Lockley, man of the people. A goofy softy that just wants to care about those around him and keep them safe. Trouble maker and officially the heart and soul of the system.

New York Cabbie attitude and Jewish humor make for a care free attitude and a sharp wit.

How can I pick a favorite? They each bring something amazing and unique to the table and I love them all for different reasons. And in different times in my life I have understood one or the other a little better.

At this particular time in my life? It's...complicated... For various reasons, I have found myself being able to understand Marc better and to understand his point of view. And maybe that's why I gravitate a little more towards Jake when it comes to a character that I want to see more of.

So do I have a favorite of the three? I try not to pick favorites out of them because I love them all. ....We just won't look at my saved images....

#Moon Knight #Ask away #Talk to me about Moon Knight #Still mostly taking a break right now #I promise I'll get back to the comics soon #It's been a hell of a year #I'm aware it's only Feb

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Descending into Double Life Insanity here I gooooo:

And immediately Scar and Bdubs continue the tradition of watching someone do their intro and heckling Etho for his terrible upload schedule (yet another strong techno vibe). ETHO’S JEALOUS THAT HE DIDNT GET BDUBS LOL The disappointment from BOTH OF THEM. Joel didn’t even need to say it. Incredible. And of course Etho immediately tries to figure out the loopholes in the shared damage / slight kickback. PERFECT CUTOUT SCREAM. TANGO DIED?!?? LOL. and is that how the ranchers found each other? Their mischievous shenanigans… truly a pair. “EEFO! CAREFUL” the first of many. JOEL DIED BY BREAKING THE BOAT?!? THE ENDERMAN?? AGAIN??? SECOND TO TANGO??? IN THE FIRST EPISODE??? LOOOOOL HIS CRINGEFAIL LOSER STREAK CONTINUES. Why didn’t they eat. They’re both so stupid omg. Huh is this the origin of Boat Boys. There’s absolutely no way that Scar doesn’t know. He’s gotta be trolling Grian. Bro is too tired to craft a fishing rod. He actually led the pillagers to bdubs. Omg. That was so chaotic.

Why is Joel wearing Etho’s face. Why. Etho and his extremely flammable bases. Why. Divorce Quartet is so toxic omg. And Bdubs and Impulse sowing seeds of doubt, doing to Etho what he tried to do to them. Etho with his insane eye for eye punishment. “Just a little bit short, just like in real life” WARDEN??? Everyone must have been watching the achievements and going wild. I cannot believe they put the enchanter down there. Everyone flees with extra flee while Impulse and Etho are just CHILLING. IMPULSE AND ETHO HAVE PLOT ARMOR!!! Omg what a lovely boat. THE RELATION-SHIP?!? LOOOL. The etho face actually coming in clutch. Gossip girls omg. AND THEY ARE BACK ON THEIR PILLAGER BULLSHIT. How did Joel not see Pearl right there. Pearl is such a crazy ex holy shit.

“I’m going to do a little bit of resource gathering” say Impulse right as Etho and Joel waterfalls away having already mined all of it. Voice prox setting off the shriekers is actually so good. Tango… wool and nametag?? Is he going to bring the warden up? And also look at Boat Boys pysching out Jimmy. Desertduo falling apart at the seams. Joel is so ride or die with Etho’s crazy ideas. Cleo and Martyn yikes. And Boat boys bullying Jimmy again. How does Etho always follow along with Scar’s shenanigans. Look at them heckling Bdubs. Pearl is CRAZY. Babysitting went so well. “He took me to a bad place….” With all the arrows. ALL THAT DIGGING WITH THAT DISTRACTION AND LIKE HALF THE SERVER AND THEY DIDNT EVEN FIND IT. MOLES INDEED. “How about I sell you some sugarcane, Joel I will sell yOU SOME SUGARCANE” as he finds it. Truly a watcher voice moment right there. LOL. JOEL’S INVENTORY WAS FULL HAHAHAAH. That whole thing was such a circus! And then Tango’s Warden. Of course Joel shoots it and is cowering from it on a tower. And of course everyone gathers round to punch desertduo into the Warden’s waters. That was fucking wild.

They are fishing the warden??? They’re nuts. Joel-Grian-Etho standoff LOL. Fishing shenanigans never fails to be utterly hilarious. And Grian stuck the landing!!!! That was pretty cool. THE WARDEN FLEW SO HIGH AND LANDED RIGHT AMONG THEM OH MY GOD. AND IT DIED FROM FALL DAMAGE??? HAHAHAAH. THE SHEER PANIC AND GRIEF. Omg I thought they were going to die there. Etho with the clutch save but also with the bad ideas. “It’s good to be lit as the children say.” “You are hip and trendy and down with those kids.” “Don’t patronize me, you 35-year old man.” “I’M 29!!” Of course Scar stole the enchanter. Why does he keep doing that. What was that Etho growl before the chain fishing. Of course Joel dies; what did they expect. THE FIRST RED MURDER!!! Rip Scott. He was disappointed but not surprised; even set his spawn LOL. The moment Joel goes red he’s speedrunning unhingedness. He’s bloodthirsted killed Pearl just like how Pearl killed him in Last Life. Rip Scott indeed. And then it happens again LOL. And of course they get double poisoned. Etho saving their gear and their lives there. Joel goes for Scar and Etho for Grian. They are SO scared. Scar back on his enchanter bs. Scar keeping quiet because his pandas lives hang in the balance. When Joel goes all high pitched HAHAHA The way Scott Cleo and Joel all turn and look at Etho like he’s the only one that can understand what’s going on with Bdubs and his horse breeding!!! The moment Tango has access to the enchanter and Boat Boys and basically everyone is so down to murder the Ranchers!!! Nothing beats Voice prox mod when someone is falling or ascending. That was a pretty cool clutch from Scar. Grian keeps using end of the session for his advantage lol. HE KILLED JIMMY!!!

REN WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Boat boys in sync as they both shoot the TNT minecart; Etho breaks it and Joel picks it up.

LOL Bro blowing up all those pandas was horrifying omg. THE ENCHANTER WAS IN THE CHEST THE ENTIRE TIME. IT WAS JUST HIDDEN UNDER ONE BLOCK. THEY COULD HAVE ACCIDENTALLY BLOWN IT UP. Etho what you saying. You’re comparing Joel to a Tiger??? Bro his ego will never be the same again. What have you done. Grian is definitely a distraction and a lure. WHAT IS THAT FACE. WHAT.

Tango and Jimmy come crawling back HAHAH. Etho condescending to them about water elevators Desert duo cowering from the reds and then the zombie gets them. LOL. AND THEN A CREEPER ENDERMEN GETS JIMMY LOOOOOL. OH MY GOD. The Red Army actually got them. ETHO BARELY SET THE TNT TRAP, THE MOST OBVIOUS TRAP IN THE WORLD, BEFORE SCAR IS BRIDGING OVER TO STEAL IT. I HAD THOUGHT IT WAS SITTING THERE LONG ENOUGH THAT NO ONE WAS SCARED OF IT BUT NO. NOT EVEN A MINUTE GOES BY AND SCAR JUST GETS HIMSELF BLOWN UP. HAHAHAHAA. Joel is so happy that a trap worked first try. Jellie in a backpack is adorable though. Grian is just accepting of his fate; he’s done. (Why are we here, just to suffer) What is that whole conversation with Impulse and Bdubs. They’re so weird. Fire spreads real fast on this server huh. “The ship burns everything burns”. Boat boys just egging each other on. That long look at Box earlier was just perfect foreshadowing. OH MY GOD ETHO NEARLY DIED BUT REN GOT IT!!! That’s so many deaths in one episode. Oh Scar absolutely burned it down, look at him hiding behind Grian. Scar literally hurt himself IRL out of indignation over the enchanter.

“Honey I’m home!” ETHO. Joel LOTR nerd. Ah yes Grian with the same idea as Etho with the bubblevator tnt. But this time he said it louder so they did it and probably didn’t work since Joel did it. Scar third wheeling Boat boys and all of them then heckling Grian as he sets up the sculk sensor trap. At least he redeems himself by setting off the tnt trap intentionally. Etho aiming his crossbow right at Scott and him being unaware until he turns around, along with all the frantic whispering due to the warden, is such a classic movie scene. Joel is SO concerned and guides Etho out with the sound of his voice LOL. He did choose Joel’s water over Bdubs’ ladders but the water ran out. Rip Pearl. What is this polycule. Wait did Bdubs and Impulse really trap the portal? Doesn’t seem like their style. And given the smooth stone + dirt it kinda seemed like their portal linked up with another one. Huh. THEIR BEDS WERE TOGETHER LOL. Ah yeah they figured it out too. Omg if the ship burns everything burns. Including them.

This series was so fast-paced and dramatic! The pairs really brought out something within each other. It's always great to see laidback people go feral on red. And all the jokes about "welp guess I'll just die" because their partner was doing something dangerous NEVER gets old. Truly the stuff of fanart and fanfiction. Grian must have been scrolling too much on Twitter when he decide to go through with this idea.

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