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hannibalzero · 1 month

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Gardener Obi-Wan and Ex-convict Anakin actually have my ENTIRE HEART please tell me more about them

Oh geez this was just a Tictok meme that I thought fit.

So forgive me if this is a little fast and messy. ❤️🐰❤️🐰

It started so innocently!

Obi-Wan joined a volunteer group that became penpals with people overseas, incarcerated and elderly. Just emails you know?

Volunteer work was just something to keep Obi-Wan busy, felt like he was helping people. Between working at the library and his garden, there was still a lot of time to fill since Qui-gon-jinn his now ex-boyfriend wandered off being the free sprit he is.

So emailing Anakin was a nice distraction.

Anakin was charming, funny and interested in Obi-Wan’s simple life. Anakin talked about his mother, his love of tinkering and maybe a few clever ideas for Obi-Wans garden!

Hydroponics, how cleaver and the koi fish where lovely!

They talked about everything, Anakin explained what his crime was and how it was never proven. How much he wanted to meet Obi-Wan.

It got more romantic and Anakin asked randomly asked to marry Obi-wan over the phone.

Obi-Wan laughed and agreed, why not? It would put a end to everyone trying to set Obi-Wan up. It would stop all the questions about marriage and children, Obi-Wan would be left alone and be able to enjoy talking with Anakin.

It's not like Anakin would ever been released….

He visited Anakin a few times but they where between glass, those gold eyes were so…trianed on Obi-wan like he was actually beautiful. Anakin was very handsome too.

But Anakin wasn't allowed any physical visitation if you get my meaning.

It would be their two year wedding anniversary in a week, and Obi-Wan plans on visiting Anakin. maybe bring the man a gift too?

Not realizing that Palatine finally balled his favorite “son” out of the penitentiary. (aka don't get caught dumbass)

Anakin wanted to surprise his sweet little wife, pulling up to the nice home in a country. Behind the wheel of ‘Vader’ of course.

Now we pick back up where I left off originally, Obi-Wan looking up in shock at his ex-convict husband. Walking into his garden, face to face.

Shock, panic, joy and lust all making Obi-Wan confused on what to do. He should keep away, no way should be allow Anakin here. What was he doing free?

All thoughts ended when Anakin kissed him…..

Anakin was more than ready for his honeymoon!

#star wars #obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #my writing #fanfic #excon au #vaderkin #omegaverse #answered asks #asks

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sprinklersart · 1 year

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one day when I am 3% less worried about being cringe I will post my half baked justified fic where they stay together through college/prison and become surprising well adjusted despite you know being Who They Are and also maybe or maybe not committing at least 1 homicide together. Or something g to that effect.

#justified #raylan givens #boyd crowder #these are SO old. like. a year old. but I’m posting them :)#and that’s ok :)#no sorry some of these are even older. my god I’ve been justified pilled for too long. devastated #i just enjoy the idea of raylan being a college super senior doing like work study and taking an American lit elective and being generally #unassuming only to casually drop one day that oh yeah he can’t make it to that class meeting bc he’s gotta go visit his boyfriend in prison #I also like the idea of said boyfriend moving in to Raylan’s off campus house after his realease and his 3 roommates being like hey raylan #uh just curious but why is your excon gay bf reading my ochem textbook also is he selling weed out of our apartment be honest

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kylo-wrecked · 2 months

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muse/mun meme based on this, lifted from @ifyoucatchacriminal who got it from @brooklynislandgirl who got it from @southern-belle-outcasts

pass it on.

modern!ben

eggs: scrambled steak: medium milk: oat alcohol: whiskey; sours warm drink: a variety of craft coffees

music!ben

eggs: sunny-side up steak: rare milk: whole alcohol: mezcal* warm drink: 'coffee' (hint: it's not coffee)

ex-con!ben

eggs: -__- (boiled) steak: >:/ (he doesn't eat meat) milk: -___-' there's one kind (whole) alcohol: whiskey warm drink: -____-; (he prefers cold drinks)

k™️

eggs: over easy or super soft scrambled steak: rare or tartare milk: Absolutely Not alcohol: tequila warm drink: black coffee, no sweetener/sugar

#about the mun #modern!verse headcanons #music!verse headcanons #excon headcanons #{the rens don't eat food}

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sterlinggalaxy13 · 26 days

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Oberon and his Swordsman Excalibur

#I gave them Kirito and Asuna's pose #Oberon #Excalibur #Warframe #warframe fanart #Excon #Oberon and Excalibur #Excalibur x Oberon #i love Kirito and Asuna and that's when i used the image for reference for Excon

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steddie-thirst · 2 years

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Bad Apple | Ex-Con!Eddie Munson X (Journalist)Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie cuts a deal with his parole officer in order to get out early. As things start to become normal Eddie realizes just how free he isn't until he meets you.

Warnings: mentions of illegal drug use, drugs, alcohol, cursing, language, crime, petty theft, abuse of illegal substances, and of course 18+

It had been a grueling day filled with paperwork and being tasked with guarding a particularly rough parolee named Eddie Munson. Steve had arrived home at 4:30 a bit later than intended. Pulling his vehicle into the drive-way. Hopefully, just in time to catch his wife for a few hours of small talk and dinner. She usually left for her weekend work trips at seven, so he was glad there was a bit of time to spend.

He fishes the house keys from his back pocket, admiring the way each key dangles from the handcrafted chain. Courtesy of his daughter, the purple, blue, black, and pink beads that adorned the small string hand picked by her tiny fingers. The other beads strung on the string contained a letter -- D.A.D.D.Y.

Steve’s lips curl into a thin smile going to unlock his front door. The click of the lock alone is enough to signal he's home. How the door creaks as he pushes it open is an even better indicator. The soft padding of tiny feet gives him enough time to prepare. Hanna’s pretty hazel eyes gaze up at her father as she runs for him. Wanting nothing more than to be enveloped and scooped up into his arms. She was the brightest little star so full of joy. One of the reasons he had the job that he did, was in vowing to protect his wife and daughter. That was all the motivation he needed.

Hanna giggles as she finds comfort in her father’s arms, a shrill squeal leaving her as his fingers dig into her sides tickling her. “Da-a-addy! S-Stop it, that tickles!” Her nose scrunched up as another fit of laughter escapes her. Hanna’s legs are wrapped around his torso, squirming in Steve’s arms as his fingers torment her. “Okay, okay, pumpkin. M’Sorry.” He coos craning his neck down to peck her cheek and she smiles toothily, revealing not one, but two front teeth missing. “Woah! Look at that!” Steve is so distracted with his daughter that he hadn’t noticed Lizzie approached. Everyday he fell more and more in love with her.

Elizabeth stands on her toes to peck Steve on the cheek. Hanna juts her tongue out in disapproval. Steve smiles and nuzzles her cheek. “She lost another tooth, babe?” Steve inquires once she steps closer, hands brushing over his shoulders, running her hands idly along the pads of his vest.

“Mhmm.” She hums, her temple coming to rest against his bicep. “Spent the whole day trying to get it out.” Elizabeth muses and he chuckles. Hanna curls herself against Steve’s chest and rests her head on his chest.

“And now I get to see the Tooth Fairy!” Hanna chirps, throwing her arms around his neck and Steve humms in delight. “Wanna see my tooth, Daddy?” She asked with a proud grin and he nodded. He wanted nothing more than to see something his little girl was proud of. Steve bends down returning his child to the safety of the floor watching as she takes off down the hall to grab her tooth.

Steve chuckles, “Enthusiastic, she gets that from you.” He complimented, hands running down Lizzie’s sides until they rest on her hips, fully turning to face her. She takes in his uniform and runs her palms up over the vest, "Baby, you're givin' me that look."

“Yeah?” Lizzie replies with a bit of sarcasm, lacing her arms around Steve’s neck. She lovingly stares up into his eyes and he drags her closer. Immediately crashing his lips down in hers. God, he missed Elizabeth. Every second of every day he missed her. Craved her. Wanted her. Steve qas crazy for the woman. Lizzie's fingers play with the hairs at the base of his neck as he kissed her, before pulling away to gaze into her eyes. "Hard day, Stevie?"

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "God, you have no idea." Just then little Hanna comes running back with her tooth, tucked safely inside a plastic baggy, waving it in the air.

"Well let's have a look huh?" Lizzie admires Steve as he crouches down to interact with their daughter. She wouldn't have it any other way, her heart swells with joy everytime Steve comes home. Showing the both of them love. Things were perfect.

"Rules?" Eddie huffs angrily, "What am I five?" He stares up at the dingy ceiling of his bedroom. The ceiling fan creaking as it circles the air around his room slowly. Missing the dusty corners of Eddie's bedroom. He wasn't quite a fan of being bossed around in his own home, it wasn't something that sat well with him. Having moved out of the trailer home he shared with his Uncle Wayne two years ago, had changed him. It was his house and he was stuck following rules again. "Shit.." Eddie sighed.

He sits up moving to clib off the bed as he swings his legs over the side but stops. Eddie looks down at the monitor strapper securely to his ankle and sighed. "Fucking, Hell. I'll feel like a kid." Everything had gone downhill for him. He pulled the lighter from his pocket, then made his way out of the room and towards his front porch.

When he breached the outside Eddie felt a twinge of relief. After being locked in a cell for ten hours, interrogated for another two, and forced into some sort of shitty parole agreement he was glad to have a break. He clicks the lighter holding it up the cigarette tucked st the corner of his pursed lips. A huge wave of relief washes over him over him as he inhales the smoke, allowing the nicotine to numb his feelings, usually felt the best after a quick smoke.

He reaches for the butt and lodges it between his index and middle fingers, taking another hit, before blowing the smoke out into the open air around him. Eddie sighs, completely off-edge and thoroughly relaxed leaning back against the columns of which supported the roof of his front porch.

"Oh, hello!" A sweet voice calls out to him.. soft like silk and thick like honey. Eddie looks up from his cigarette at the sound of the voice. He turns his head in every which way until he spots her. To his right a beautiful woman stood, clad in a soft yellow sundress and flip-flops. Your hair pulled back into a messy bun and Eddie chuckled.

He waves his hand, not wanting to appear rude, before taking another puff. Eddie swaggers over towardd the gate a certain pep to his step. Flicking the cigarette aside into the grass, stomping out the butt with the tip of his sneaker. Then he approched her side of the fence. Arms reaching out and folding over the top of the metal bars.

"Hey, you uh- You uh moving in?" Eddie scratches his chin as he eyes the boxes stacked by your door. He points a finger towards her the haphazardly stacked items.

You crinkle your nose and let out a sigh, "Yeah, just moved in a week ago. Those are some old boxes. Storage mostly." Waving a hand to dismiss them. Eddie let's out a chuckle pressing his weight onto the gate as he admires you.

The way the yellow sundress hugged your hips, but covered your legs modestly, shoulders covered by a thin white cardigan. Eddie couldn't help but stare. "I'm Belle by the way. You?"

He chuckles, "Munson. Eddie Munson." When he introduces himself he watches as your face scrunched up as if thinking. Eddie could see the cogs turning in your brain.

"Mm, nope. Don't think I've heard of you. Did you go to Hawkings High School?" You ask looking up at him.

"Yeah, I did. Graduating class of '86, baby." He replies wistfully. God, he missed Hugh school. Not the parts about being terrorized, but the club, his band, friends and now all of that gone. All because he wanted to make a quick buck. You could tell by the timbre of his voice that he seemed troubled.

He certainly was cute though. Brown eyes, soft and rounded, followed by perfect dimples. Long untameable dark curls and his hands. God, where to start? "So. What do you for a living?" You ask trying to distract yourself with something other than him. Eddie wasn't the type of guy anyone could take home to their parents, especially not your own.

Eddie chuckles chest abd shoulders shaking with his actions. He smirks, "I don't know, sweetheart. If I told you I'd have to kill you."

You step closers, faces now inches away from another. "Oh yeah? You a bad boy, Eddie?"

"Oh, sweetheart you have no idea." He dismisses the question, opting to tease you further. "I'm not exactly your average goody-two-shoes." He uncrowded his arms to accentuate his words in air quotes earning a giggle from you.

Oh he was smart. He was the holy trinity of bad boys it seemed. "Maybe you're not bad, Eddie, not necessarily good either. I'm sure you've made mistakes." You speak with a whole heart. Eddie was your neighbor and you wanted nothing more than to get to know him, but he seemed like a trouble maker.

"How do you know I'm good, sweetheart?" He asks leaning even closer, now being able to feel his breath ghost across your cheeks. Fanning your senses with the smell of smoke and mint. "What if I'm a murderer? Or a stalker?"

Your cheeks grow hot, "I-If you were you wouldn't be on parole. Most- Most crimes are-"

"Are what cutie?" Eddie enjoyed the way your grew so embarrassed from just a few compliments. He was enjoying this.

"Just major crimes are usually not considered for parole." You respond and Eddie steps back, the feeling of warmth flooding through you.

"How do you know I'm on parole? That I just didn't escape?" Eddie questions leaning forward with a smirk etching across his plump lips.

"Ankle bracelet. I saw it when you were smoking on the porch-" You don't expect him to lean back over and snatches your chin in his hand. Thumb brushing across your bottom lip. The metal of his rings felt cool against of your hot skin. Body involuntarily shuddering at his touch.

"You watching me, sweetheart?" He coos, with a tilt of his head.

"I-I didn't mean.." You stammered bashful.

"I think you should watch me more often. It's not often I get cute girls to stare me down." Eddie sends you a wink, before jumping back and turning to walk back towards his own porch. "See yah around, sweetheart."

He leaves you there, wanting, waiting, and needing more. Eddie Munson was certainly a character.

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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#scott lang #marvel #avengers #scott lang x reader #so true #he's so underrated for a guy #who literally saved %50 of the universe's population #he also stole millions of dollars #just to give back to their rightful owners #and is currently running a business #which only employees excons #he's just. great. you know.#mcu #paul rudd

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infohazardouz · 1 year

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Does shiva exist in the demon au? I feel like it would be funny as hell to have like this really serious au and then there’s just this guy.

he doesn't, but that would be really funny i think

#welcome home demon au #welcome home excon au #crossover episode #ask #welcome home au #welcome home ocs #welcome home wally #demon wally darling #wally darling #my art

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27treks · 2 months

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YEAR AND A HALF OF UNEMPLOYMENT BE FUCKING

🕺⭐️🕺BANISHED🕺⭐️🕺

#i actually finally got a job yall #and its a good one #oh im so happy im gonna have diarrhea like seriously #excon #felony #unemployment #unemployed #have a start date and everything #time to get high as the moon brother #liam gets personal #not fandom

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 months

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NAME: Ben Prestor

AGE: 34

DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE?: He does. Permission helps.

CAN WE MAKE-OUT?: …Yes.

A NIGHT IN OR DINNER OUT?: Out is okay. Easy on the surprises.

WHIP CREAM OR CHOCOLATE SYRUP?: *frown deepens as he realizes he and Beth apply different meanings to these… things… and none involve sundaes* Syrup?

CHOCOLATES AND ROSES?: Nah. He’d rather do something for you.

WHAT MAKES YOU A GOOD VALENTINE?: He didn’t say that.

WOULD YOU COOK FOR ME?: Beth… *thinks* All right.

WOULD YOU LET ME COOK FOR YOU?: *clears throat* That’s okay.

WHERE WOULD YOU TAKE ME ON A DATE? Somewhere natural so he doesn’t have to think about tablecloths.

WHO’S PAYING?: *flustered silence*

WHAT DID YOU GET ME FOR VALENTINE’S DAY?: He made you something, naturally. A lovely thing carved in bone with a fine skill he may take a little for granted. He’s sorry about that. You have to kiss him first, though, because ^this was hell.

Better Together || -

Beth's fingertip traces from the natural part in his hair down the slope of his nose, pausing at the very tip, before continuing on over his lips ~she takes care to neither be kissed nor nipped on the journey~ and on down to his chin. From there she travels on an itinerant journey to explore the parts between. The sweep of his jaw, the arch of his cheek. A scattering of freckles here, a mole there. The shell of his ear, the etched lines of his brow. But specifically not the scar. He has trouble enough with that, and she only needs to drown in the turbid headwaters of his eyes to see the way he turns from stray ideas of touch. They are the same in that regard; his is kapu from pain and misery, hers is kapu for its host of other reasons. Even now as they make themselves into living nesting dolls ~she being the holder of the others, Ben tucked up and around her as if with enough determination he can fit into the space between her ribs and disappear, and D.O rested her head on his thigh, where Ben could pet her and she was part of this cozy circle. She doesn't know when she abandoned the quiz, having used it as a buffer to broach things she's too uptight to just bring up like an adult. Some questions don't need to be asked. She knows his name. Has heard everything whispered and shouted about it. From himself, from others. She trusts D.O. as the best judge of character. Beth knows they are of the same age, though it's funny that they should both be water and she's the elder by four-ish months. "I'm not much f' goin' out dese days." He doesn't know how close Mos Espa has come to having a new ever flowing river running red through town like an ancient apocalyptic sign. But she remembers every flinch, every inward curl of shoulder and shuffle-drag of foot. She remembers every time he doesn't lift his gaze and every nasty thing still muttered behind his broad back. Some day she will make them all regret every slight cast his way. She won't shed a tear over it. He ghosts the single word against her ribs and sends a rush of goose bumps rushing from the curve of her hips to the nape of her neck. Ben doesn't always need words; expressions, a flick of his wrist, the tectonic shift of his shoulders is enough to make an elegant counterpoint. She's grateful he doesn't gravitate toward roses, and in turn rewards him with the brush of lips across his brow, the shift of pose allowing him to burrow just that much deeper into her. Ben is a sensitive soul. Maybe because it's so big in him it pushes at his skin and threaten to spill out of his nicks and scars like spring sap. Her fingers tangle themselves in the thick ink of his hair. Lets it stain her skin the way he stains wood; with patience and care, the mark of hesitance. "We don' have to, ya know. Can jus' order some kine jalike. Somet'ing dat totally break da mout'. I could go get it. We could go togeddah." She can't cook, and it seems unfair to force such a thing on him if he's not feeling quite up to it. Sometimes she wonders if he resents food as a necessary evil, the way she does her meds. Therapy. Things she's forced to do in order to simply maintain survival level existence. She doesn't know how to carefully pry at that without letting the worms of argument escape the can. "Or mebbe, jus' could consume each oddah. Live off of..." She trails off, the word sticking in her throat. She shifts again and D.O huffs a little sigh before grudgingly removing her head from Ben's leg, the C of her back now pushing against him as she rests her muzzle on her paws. It's not an indictment of Ben and Beth's relationship but rather being disgruntled by all the moving around. For her part, Beth shimmies down just a little and the bed-frame creaks mournfully. Ben needs a better bed, especially if Beth is going to take up her own negligible space. Her hand slides up the rungs of his ribs. Swerves toward his back. The hand in his hair tightens only enough to tip his face upward. Her lips grace his, a half breath caught between their mouths. "I wanna kiss you. Gonna do it now, okay?" It seems weird to announce her intent; not as a warning, not as a demand ~she has few of those and never with him~ but maybe she's looking for permission, for an acceptance. A substitute for the things that she can't quite get out of her own head.

#submission #Stardust|Ben Solo #Parallel Lines|Ben and Beth #Rusty Cage|ExCon verse #Cruisin' Mos Espa|A Place Called Tatooine

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