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twisted-in-wonderland-jay · 1 year

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Fairytale Rewrite: Sleeping Beauty part 3 (Edited)

His domain, The Valley of Thorns, was not a dark or vial place. In fact, the land was prosperous, and well. He only cursed the child because people ignored him and refused him when he tried to help others. Malleus paced around the throne room curious of the whereabouts of the child. The boy had not been seen since he was born. The throne room was a dark purple color with emerald, green thrown in and green smoke from the back to his throne.

“It’s incredible! Sixteen years he’s invaded me, how does he do it.” Malleus threw himself onto his throne and slumped down, tapping on the armrest. “Are you all sure you searched everywhere?”

“Yes, Great Malleus Draconia-sama! We promise.” Said a gargoyle. Malleus sat up on his throne.

“Very well. Leave me be then. Go search once more!” He looked at his bat “Go search as well. Search for a boy of sixteen and hair of snow. Go now and do not fail me!” Then the purple bat flew off to whoever knew where. “Truly they are disgraces to my kingdom”

And so, for sixteen long years, the whereabouts of the prince were hidden. While deep in the forest, in the woodcutter's cottage, Lilia carried out his mission. He lived without magic as a human, reared the little Prince as his own. He called him Silver named for his unnatural hair color.

All the fairies’ gifts were in the meantime fulfilled; for the prince was so beautiful, and well-behaved and amiable, and wise, all the animals in the forest loved him dreamily. On this his sixteenth birthday, Lilia had planned a party and something extra special as a surprise.

“Hmmm yes. He would look nice in this suit. Or maybe this one.” Lilia spoke out loud at a whisper. He then snapped his fingers, “Oh I should start on the cake and clean a bit too.” He face showed a bright and joyful smile as he thought. “How to get him out of the house for a time…”

The boy walked down the stairs to start the morning. “Well, what’s this father?” Lilia quickly closed the book, turned on his heel and sat on the table.

“What’s, what.” Looking around.

“You're mumbling to yourself and jittery. Are you feeling alright?” Then, an idea popped into Lilia’s head. He let out a cough and slouched a bit. “Oh no. Is it a sore throat? Do we have marshmallow root, or sage?” He looked through the kitchen to find none. “Wait here father. I’ll go get some by the meadow.” The boy then ran out the door basket in hand.

Lilia didn’t waste any time starting on the suit, cake, and cleaning. He couldn’t afford to; he was only one person well fae after all. He grabbed out light blue fabric and sewing supplies. He draped the fabric over a dress form pinning it down and cutting it. Lilia may not be well versed in cooking, but he could sew well enough. He measured the dress form; he stopped and spoke.

“Oh, dear how that child has grown. It seems like only yesterday I brought him here.” Lilia started to tear up a bit. “Just a tiny baby. After today he’ll be a…” He cut himself off. “And I won’t be his father, just a distant memory of times passed… He wiped after his tears with his long sleeves. “But I knew this day would come. But so soon… I’ve been with him and I’ve been all he knew for sixteen years. Such wonderful years of my hundreds. After finishing part of the suit, he moved on to start the cake. He got out all the necessary tools.

“Alright then, first four cups of flour. Then two eggs.” He stopped looking closer at the book. “Fold in gently?” He shrugged and put the eggs in folding the batter. He pressed down a bit and a faint crack was heard. He stopped a had a worried look on him but paid no mind to it. “Yeast… one tbsp” He put his batter covered hand on his lip in confusion. “Oh right tablespoon!” He then licked it off continuing to add sugar, and cinnamon.

#twisted wonderland #diasmonia #savanaclaw #pomefiore #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #ignihyde #octavinelle #heartslabyul

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marisverse · 5 months

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Naota, Fletcher, is there a skill you always wished you had, but you just never could really get the hang of it? If yes, do you keep still practicing it, or did you stop?

Yuu, it's pretty much a meme how good are you at basically everything. Well, maybe except swimming, I can't suddenly remember if that's a thing in this continuity after all. Either way, is there anything that you're good at, but you personally feel like you still have room for improvement in that area?

Yuu: I'm pretty good at swimming in this universe. I suppose if anything, I'd like to be a bit better at saving people since I never managed to rescue the Ishidas.

Yuu (Cont.): Perhaps better control of the Rooster Miraculous might have allowed me to perform more extraordinary feats without exhausting myself, I wouldn't have needed to give up being Dawnbringer. And I could have saved more Sentimonsters.

Naota: Hmmm, I mean, there’s a lot of stuff that sounds fun that I'd enjoy being better at, but no one thing stands out. Drawing, designing clothes, sewing, all that sounds fun. Maybe regulating my emotions? So I stop going haywire over my crushes.

Fletcher: Maybe I'd like to be better at expressing my feelings and telling people how I feel.

Naota: Erica already knows how you feel, you should officially ask her out.

Yuu: Maybe another skill I'd like is managing my friends' love lives.

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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Congrats on your milestone! 🥳🥳 That's an amazing step to hit! And hopefully, you get to continue to have even more fun on here in the future! 🥳🥰

I'm not very good at asks, and I tend to ramble. So I will try my very best to keep this short and sweet!

For nickname let's go "Nimue" since it's what i like to put my name as in games!

I tend to be shy with people at first, I tend to get really insecure 😅 but once I'm comfortable, that's it. I'm loud and weird and (i hope) fun. I'm very protective of those I care for and will go to their defense right away! But I'd much rather just be cuddled up with my favourite ppl at home and being chill.

I have long brown hair that goes to my knees and I like to dye the underneath (i think its called a peekaboo dye?). It's not my actual body but, I use a wheelchair when I go out (its a distance thing my legs still work).

I have a very eclectic style, a lot of its nerdy (games/anime) and fantasy (think renfaire ngl) but I also really like the metaphysical/"witchy" as well. It's a lot of long dresses, flowy skirts or shorts, and a chunk is handmade clothes.

I like to read, write, draw/paint, sew, work with tarot cards (is there tarot in star wars? idk), watch movies, video games and I always have music playing (and i may be loudly singing along)!

I've never been on a date...but I think somewhere we could have fun and chat like a fair or park would be a nice place to have a date.

Extras....hmmm, well, I get pretty embaressed about my chair so I tend to be a homebody so nobody sees me in it...but i do still go out. Kinda stay in the car though lol and since i don't have much family anymore, I'm gonna make my own, but I used to have a big close knit fam! (idk if that's helpful or not feel free to ignore this section entirely)

Thanks for reading this through and double thanks if you decide to use it! If not, than just thanks for reading, it was a bit of a challenge to write...but it was fun 🥰

Enjoy this event of yours and I hope your lovely matchmaking duo enjoy their task!!

Thank You! Okay before I let Isa take over I HAVE to go off for a minute. Metaphysical/Witchy stuff?? This is why I went back to your blog and found the astrology thing. Also I don't know about tarot in Star Wars, but I've been messing around with translating it to using sabacc kind of like using playing cards. Maybe a force themed oracle deck? And I kriffing LOVE Ren Faires!

Isa: Hello Nimue, I have just the teddy bear of a guy for you! He likes cuddles at home as much as he likes going out places. He can be very encouraging, so he will both be your cheerleader in all of your creative pursuits, and support for when you push your comfort zone.

He's outgoing enough to help you bridge that shyness gap, and it would take a lot for you to be louder than him! He tends to make friends wherever he goes, but also has close family. He loves animals and kids, he can be a big kid himself. But he is also gentle, thoughtful, and dependable.

Greatheart: Cyare?

Isa: Yes, dear?

Greatheart: I think you should leave some for Nimue to find out for herself.

Isa: You're right, dear. So, Nimue, I'm sending you on a date with Wrecker to a Fantasy Faire.

Hope you have a lovely time!

Isa Mio & Greatheart

Sunshine's 10th Anniversary Celebration -Still offering Matches!

#now I lowkey want to write a drabble about Wrecker at a Ren Faire #Clone Matchmaking #Sunshine's 10th Celebration #Matchmaker OC: Isa Mio #Clone OC: Greatheart #The Bad Batch Wrecker #moonlightwarriorqueen #star wars #the bad batch #clone troopers #the clone wars

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kitausuret · 2 years

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I've had these symbiot3 thoughts in my brain for the last like three days so I've decided it's time to share them with the world.

(read more for some NSFT discussion ⤵️ nothing tremendously explicit though)

So, obviously with Eddie, Flash, and the Venom Symbiote I write a lot of fluff and just silly domestic situations, like a lot, but of course I write them as fairly sex-positive people, as one does. I imagine they like to get creative in the bedroom, but there's some hazard when ⅓ of your pretty little triad is a shapeshifting alien that really likes having big teeth and big claws and such. It's fun, everyone's into it, they're mostly successful in keeping blood off the sheets.

I imagine the Symbiote (or whoever is hosting the Symbiote) is probably pretty careful around the other partner, but how many times have claws just poked through the sheets or maybe the sofa or scratched the floor or left a huge gash in the blanket? Are there sheets made from unstable molecules or something? I mean we're talking about Earth-616 where there's a pretty good amount of mutants, inhumans, mutates, aliens, the whole nine yards and surely enough of them have danger appendages that could destroy the bedclothes, right?

But at the same time I have this amusing image in my brain of the three of them coming down after a pretty intense bout of lovemaking and Flash is just like, "Aww, fuck. We did it again."

And Eddie and the Symbiote look down at the three massive rips in the fitted sheet. There are already several mended patches. "Hmmm... better the sheet than your face, golden boy. Should we try to sew it again?"

"Ugh, I don't know, maybe. Maybe we should just start budgeting for new sheets."

"Or we could exercise greater caution..."

And they both yell, "No!" because that doesn't sound like any fun at all.

(Or, as the line from @rec-rewind's brilliant "Five Stars" goes, “Vanilla has been out of this menu for quite some time.” ;) )

#mildly nsft #symbiot3 #logistics of monsterfucking... or something like that #venom #flash thompson #eddie brock

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Touch 20, Rulie

Reggie pulls Julie into an abandoned storefront, praying they escaped the eyes of those pursuing them. It had been hard, being on the run for so long, worse still when they had to get up and go suddenly. But that's the thing about the apocalypse, it didn't usually come with a warning.

"Think we can rest?" Julie asks breathlessly.

"Probably not for long. Bad thing about those hosts is that they don't need rest like we do," Reggie replied with a grimace, then turned to look at Julie, his heart stopping when he caught sight of her. "You're bleeding!"

Julie winced as she lifted her blood stained hand from her arm. "Just a graze, really."

"Yeah, but we can't afford to have you losing blood. Come on, let's see if this place has any supplies we can use."

Turns out, luck was on their side. Reggie found a fairly full first aid kit, a small supply of sewing stuff, and a bottle of whisky. Julie gingerly pulled off her coat, mourning it's loss. "I really liked this one too," she lamented.

"We'll get you a new one next time we come across a Target to ransack," Reggie quipped. He poured a liberal splash of the alcohol over her wound, then wiped it down. "Here, drink the rest. It'll numb the pain."

"Yeah, and slow me down. You know I can't run when I'm sloshed," Julie snarked, but they both shared a soft smile. He did know, memories of meeting at a bar after a show, a drunken game of tag in freshly fallen snow, first kisses with flakes melting in their hair. It seemed so long ago now.

"Still, at least a healthy swig. Can't have you pass out in pain," he reasoned, nodding to the bottle once more. Julie sighed but started glugging the liquor back, trying to not grimace at the burning taste. Hissing when the needle that Reggie heated with a barbecue lighter first pierced her skin.

"Good thing MeeMaw taught me how to sew," Reggie chuckled as he made quick work of closing the small hole, pouring the last of the whiskey over it and then covering the skin with gauze.

"I don't think this is quite what she had in mind when she did," Julie said, then let out a hiccup. Reggie silently passed her a bottle of water, urging her to drink in hopes of sobering her up just a little. She pulled him up beside her, sharing the bottle, slumping her head on his shoulder.

"D-do you ever think about a day when this is all over?" she asked, hr voice timid and quiet, two things that Julie Molina would never describe herself as.

"Maybe," Reggie said, letting his eyes close. "Some days you just have to live in hope that there's an end in sight, so as to not lose yourself in despair."

"Yeah? What do you see?"

"Hmmm, a big ranch, with horses, and chickens, and a dog. You, me, maybe a couple kids? Just enjoying the wide open plains and a simple life together." Reggie smiled at the thought. "What about you?"

"Before this, I always dreamed of performing, you know? My name in lights, opening at Madison Square Gardens, platinum records on my walls. But a ranch with you sounds pretty good too. Maybe just like one kid though? Two max."

"I would be okay with that," Reggie whispered. He glanced out the front doors, still not seeing any movement, but he didn't want to trust that. "We should restock what supplies we can and get moving soon. Find someplace outside the city to make camp."

Julie nodded, and got up on unsteady feet, still feeling the blood loss and drink, but managed to stumble through the aisles, grabbing whatever she thought might be useful. It wasn't much, but it would keep them going until they could get to their destination.

"Ready?" Reggie asked, his bag full, gun cocked and ready. Julie grimaced at the lights as they peered out of the door, but gave him her okay, and they stole off into the night, hoping against hope that their dreamed of someday was closer than not.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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monsterhighdiaries · 2 years

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Frankie’s SDCC Diary - June 26th 12:01am MST (Monster Standard Time)

Ow-Ow-Ow! Brain freeze!

Uh, can I get up now?

Cause this bed is really uncomfortable, these straps are cutting off my circulation, and someone has dressed me in really ugly clothes. I don’t know how I know they’re ugly but yikes are they scary and not in a good way.

Mom is crying and telling me how beautiful I am. While my dad is running around like a crazy person shouting, “It’s alive!” It? I am most definitely not an “it”. What I am mostly is happy, sad, confused, enlightened, worried, hopeful and hungry – all at the same time. . . hmmm maybe I am an “It”.

Dad has stopped circling the lab long enough to un-strap me, hug me and name me. Frankie. Frankie Stein.

I like it. It seems to suit me somehow.

Dad helps me stand and he walks me over to a mirror. I can tell that he’s nervous cause this is the first time he’s stopped talking since I was born.

I like the way I look. My hair is long and straight and white with streaks of jet black. My left eye is green, my right eye blue and my lips are full with a definite pout.

I spin to see what I look like from behind and “rrrrippp”! I hear my mom say, “Honey I told you should have used the more expensive thread!”

She rushes over with her sewing kit and does a quick fix on my leg where the stitches have torn.

“Your father is a brilliant man and a great mad scientist but he’s a bit of a cheapskate.”

My dad says, “I am not a cheapskate I’m frugal.”

“Frugal my neck Bolts,” mom says back.

“Why did we have to wait until a thunderstorm rolled through to have our daughter when we could have simply used power from a wall outlet? It’s not like we’re living in the 18th century any more.”

Dad answers back, “Now dear, you know we’ve already had this discussion. A child should have a sense of tradition and if it was good enough for us it’s good enough for her.”

I think I like the idea of tradition. It makes me feel like I have a real history. I can tell mom just wanted me here sooner and that’s pretty cool too.

I’m not sure what I should do next but out of all the things I’m feeling, hungry seems to be pushing itself to the top of the list. Dad says we can fix that and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

Okay so I’m sitting at a table covered in food that looks and smells scarylicious.

The Most Scarylicious:

Pizza- How could there possibly be anything better than this?

Oranges- Peel’s nasty – inside delicious!

French Fries- Little wands of magical tasty goodness!

Chocolate – Wow! This stuff is to absolutely live for!

Ice Scream – It's just . . . Perfect.

The Just Plain Scary

Brussels Sprouts – These seem to be small yet thoroughly evil cabbages.

Liver – Am I being punished for something?

Sauerkraut – One of my dad’s experiments gone wrong?

After I’ve tried everything mom comes in with a beautiful cake and 1 candle. Dad tells me to make a wish and blow the candle out. What do you wish for when you have everything?

Dad thinks I need to get caught up on pop culture since I’ll be starting high school this year so he had Uncle Egor, he's not really related but he’s been in the family like forever, buy some "Fashion" magazines to help me. Uncle Egor seems to be very sweet but I don’t think he always brings back what he's supposed to.

I’m just not sure that articles on “Gifts Ideas for the Ghoul who has Everything” or “Tips on Turning Your Backyard Guillotine into a Food Processor” are really helpful.

Dad comes to my rescue with a copy of last year’s Monster High Yearbook.

Wow! Everybody at Monster High looks so cool! I really love the way Clawdeen Wolf dresses and Draculaura seems really sweet – at least from her paintings – Vampires don’t show up in photographs. I can’t wait to meet and get to know them.

Mom and dad pull out the old photo albums and we spend the next few hours looking at pictures from their past.

It was scary cool, especially the wedding album! Lots of guests and they were all carrying torches. Very romantic!

Mom and dad tell me they had to move a lot because of dad’s business and they didn’t want to have children until they found a place where they could really settle down. When they finally moved here they knew they were home.

We stay up through the night, me asking questions and mom and dad telling stories about their life together.

I start to yawn and mom says, “Off to sleep and a recharge for you now.”

Dad looks at his watch and says, “Just one more thing you have to see before bed.”

He leads us to the top of the house and onto a balcony facing east. The sky slowly catches fire as the sun burns off the early morning darkness. “It’s so beautiful,” I say.

Then dad and mom give me the biggest hug and tell me “It’s never been so beautiful as it is today because we get to share it with you.”

I love my life and can’t wait to see where it goes from here!

Thanks to all the mad scientists at Mattel who helped bring me and my Monster High friends to life!

♡ Frankie Stein

#fromfrankie #frankie stein #frankie's mom #frankie's dad #egor #clawdeen wolf #draculaura #sdcc 2010 #frankiesdcc #year01 #all

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honey-im-h0me · 1 month

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The story and extra information about the character will be below "read more" and credits to @fetusmeme for the character sheet template.

Terry Terrific is a Unicorns who moved to the small town of "Home" after feeling nauseated and not as inspired as he was in the city, wanting to expand his horizons, he finds a letter speaking of a beautiful place where no matter who you are, you'll always be welcomed.

In the episode where Terry is introduced, he moves to the town and speaks various slang from the big city and a bit about himself when he lived there, he was the owner of an amazing boutique called "The Lunar Carrousel", however, as time went on, he felt more and more underappreciated by his peers over how he chose to advertise and make his clothes, his slogan being that clothes should be like a smile, it should look good on anyone.

Wally tries his best to talk to the new neighbor, but he always seems to scare him, he wonders what he's doing wrong to the audience, waiting for an answer, he looks at the "camera" but later says

"Hmmm, that's a good point, maybe a different approach would be better, not everyone likes how you do some things, but you can always try something different."

Eventually, he sees Terry talking about his life with Sally, who seems to be a close friend of his, once the unicorn is out of the picture, he asks Sally how he should approach Terry, he seems scared of him, but he doesn't know why.

"Oh my sweet Star," she says with Glee, "Terry is simply a sensitive person, he gets surprised easily and admittedly he does not enjoy them, however, if you were to approach him with something he might like, maybe he'd be more open to try and be your friend."

"What does he like?"

"hmmm, he really likes sewing...Maybe that can work."

Wally nods, thanks his friend, and walks away towards home. He asks "Home" about sewing, prompting Home to open his closet,

"Oh! So sewing is related to clothing...Hey, that reminds me, my Halloween costume is pretty beaten up, it's my favorite...I wonder if Terry can help me."

He walks over to Terry but keeps in mind what Sally told him, to not surprise him or startle him. He gently pokes the unicorn's shoulder and gives him a warm welcome, nothing eccentric, just a simple "Welcome Home".

The Host proceeds to explain the situation with his costume, prompting Terry to change his demeanor and immediately start analyzing the costume, he says he can tell that it meant a lot, the fabric is stretched, meaning it was worn many times for years until it couldn't fit, showing sentimental value.

"But not to worry!" Terry said with a warm smile, "I'll be fixing this up real quick, darling!"

10 minutes later, he was done with it, improving the stitching, selecting new patches of fabric, and even replacing the horns.

From this episode onward, Terry becomes a character that loves to play dress up, show how to express one's self through clothing, and how to safely make costumes for the children.

And now, some fun facts

-Terry loves citrus fruit, oranges, tangerines, lemon, you name it;

-Frank is a good friend of Terry, along with Howdy and Sally, who is his best friend;

-Even when they get along nicely, Terry still gets startled by Wally, his main reason being that he can't hear his footsteps, and he even says how weird that is considering horses have Really great hearing;

-Terry disappeared near the end of the show, Ina episode dedicated to misunderstandings, Wally says that maybe he scared Terry so much, he left, but he never got to explain himself, leading to Wally wondering what could have been done, this episode was taken out of the air due to how sad it felt.

#terry terrific #welcome home oc #welcome home #my most art #my fanwork

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13thalcoragent · 4 months

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My Stepmother and Stepsisters Do Not Pick On Me VI

Cinder: Despite being an orphan, the Glass family has adopted me.

The Characters:

Cinder Fall-Glass – Our Heroine who was adopted

Amanda “Ama” Glass – Older Stepsister with Curly Hair

Lenalee “Lee” Glass – Older Stepsister with Straight Hair

Laura Glass – Stepmother and Madame

Cinder: It’s “était”…No? (Note: “était” is French for “was”)

Lee: No, “était” is past tense. It’s “est”. (Note: “est” is French for “is”)

Cinder: Lately, I have been focusing on my studies to become more cultured.

FLASHBACK

Laura: Should we hire a tutor?

Lee: Allow me, Mom.

PRESENT DAY

Cinder: It’s shameful for the Glass family to have a daughter with such shallow knowledge. Big Sister Lee must be very angry about that.

Lee: Although, your handwriting has become quite pretty.

Cinder: Huh?

Lee: You’ve made a lot of progress! I’m proud of you.

Cinder: Eeehhh?

Ama: The books you’re teaching her seems to be doing her vocabulary a disservice!

Lee: Do you have a problem with your sister’s teaching method?

Cinder: Uh…Hey.

Ama: I do.

Cinder: Wait…Don’t fight.

Lee: You’re always with Cinder, that’s unfair!

Cinder: Eeeehh?~??

Ama: Why don’t you teach her math and science too?

Cinder: Wait…Heyyy!~!!

Lee: She’ll get exhausted if I teach her so much in such a short period of time.

TEA BREAK

Lee: First of all, what was your primary education like?

Cinder: Oh…Emm…Before coming here…I lived in an orphanage ever since I was little. I had to work all day so it was difficult to go to school…

Lee: In other words, you only know the basics.

Cinder: I knew it, now she’s disappointed in me…!

Cinder: Sorry for being a bother…

Lee: Well…You’re my careless little sister!

Cinder: She looks…happy?

Lee: I’ve never had one before! I’ll be the one to take care of you.

Cinder: Eeeehh?~??

Ama: Your big sister wants to feel needed, so use her as you wish.

Cinder: Whaaat?!

Lee: Well, it’s been a long time since… *gets a paper cut* Ouch…I cut myself on the page.

Cinder: Oh no. *holds out a handkerchief* For now, you can use this to stop the bleeding…!

Lee: *takes the handkerchief* Hey, this is really worn out…

Cinder: Oh no, I gave an old thing to my sister.

Cinder: S-Sorry…It was my mother’s.

Lee: Eeh…? It’s a keepsake! Why don’t you treat it better?!

Cinder: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lee: You have to take good care of it, Sillyyy!

Cinder: Eh…Eeehhh?~????

Lee: Just look at it! Now it’s stained with blood!

Cinder: What the…?

Lee: Eh?! Maybe it can be cleaned by washing it normally?!

Ama: You didn’t hesitate to offer us a handkerchief that was so important to you…What a kind girl…

Cinder: Hmmm…?

Lee: Don’t be discouraged, we’ll think of something.

Ama: I read in a book a long time ago that grated radish juice is effective in removing blood…

Cinder: What amazing knowledge!

Cinder: It’s all right…It’s already to degraded anyways and I was thinking of throwing it away. If in the end I can help Big Sister Lee, then that would be the best use I can put it to.

Laura: You’re lying.

Cinder: Mommy…

Laura: I don’t think you’re telling the truth. I’m sure you would like to keep the handkerchief full of memories of your mother.

Cinder: I mean…To tell you the truth, this holds a very important memory of my mother…I really want to treasure it forever…But the Glass family has been very good to me…Wouldn’t it be rude to drag old memories around forever?

Laura: Is that so? Regardless of how important it is to you, blood stains are easily removed with horseradish. Although, fabric damage cannot be reversed…I got it, I’ll reinforce the fabric with some decorative borders!!! Of course, if you don’t mind!

Cinder: Eeeeeeehh?~??

Ama: It’s clean and looks brand new again.

Cinder: Thank you very much…!

Lee: Mom, teach me how to sew like this, please!!!

Laura: First, you must practice straight stitching.

Cinder: Mother, now I’ll remember you with a nice flower frame.

#rwby #cinder fall #evil stepmother #evil stepsisters #amalee #My Stepmother and Stepsisters Do Not Pick On Me #incorrect quotes

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wip-journeys · 2 years

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What to do...

Not sure of what to do tomorrow... My sewing instructor informed the class about an instructor who is moving out of town and is selling her sewing supplies and fabric, but her home is 40 minutes away from me. Boo. I'm not sure if it is worth the time and gas to go see what she has. Also, I'm going to two food distributions in the morning, starting at 9am, which is when the instructor's sale is starting. I would like to be there at 9am but I'd most likely get there around noon once I'm done getting the groceries. Hmmm... Also, a friend on Instagram posted a video of Joann fabric prices going up overnight. Ugh! Whyyyyy would they do it!?! I know it's not just happening at Joann fabrics, but everywhere. :{

Ya know when I said I was happy to get some time to work on the two art projects I've been putting off doing? Well, I'm still procrastinating on completing the projects, and it makes me feel like trash. Every time I look over at them on my table I think, I should be working on that than doing this. Maybe I should set aside an hour in my week to work on each project? Otherwise, they will never get done.

#fabric #garage sale #projects #i'm procrastinating

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dr4kenlvr · 2 years

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soft kisses 4 soft hands

pairings: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.6k+)

request: Hello, I noticed you have a Tokyo revenge hc of reader with rough hands from working hard, but may we have one of Mikey, mitsuyu, and baji with a reader that has small, delicate hands that must always be kept soft cause she’s a hand model? Thxs

MIKEY:

"so that's why they're so soft!" <3

has never considered that hand modelling was a real profession until you tell him, and he recalls all the photos of hands he's seen advertising products like watches or makeup

he's interested truly! and he always asks you so many questions about your job hehe

his curiousity leads him to try your hand care routine, hoping to one day achieve what you have

"then you should maybe consider not punching others all the time, mikey."

"hmmm, then i guess i can never have hands like yours" :(

tells emma about you, and she also gets super curious it's so sweet, she offers to go shopping for products that'll help the both of you

she often says how jealous of how delicate your hands are, and is always complimenting them

mikey pays more attention to them after too; he always has a thumb rubbing circles onto your knuckles, or a hand wrapped protectively around yours

offers to do any work that might blemish the quality of your hands, like cutting the vegetables or cooking in general

(even though he sucks at it)

yeah, he should just leave it to emma and you <3

MITSUYA:

is immediately hooked when he learns about what you do for a living, he listens attentively and nods his head every now and then it's so cute

he gets curious and does some research about it that night too, reading articles upon articles about the art of hand modelling

asks you the next day to give him a list of the products you like most, so that he'll have a shopping list for the next time you need to restock

likes to hold your hand with both of his, and give them gentle kisses, telling you "they really are beautiful, i'm a lucky one huh?"

and as he's touching you like you're the most precious gem on earth, you can't help but tell him "not as lucky as i am"

mitsuya will start to pay more attention to his hands after getting some (needed) advice from you

i headcanon his hands to be soft, yes, but also to have some cuts and blemishes here and there due to his sewing hobbies

thanks you for this really, as he's more attentive on how he works

he'll go slow and steady in order to prevent any further injuries

you scold him when he accidentally hurts himself, and although he doesn't like getting scolded at, he sure does enjoy the sweet kiss you give his fingers to "help him heal" <3

BAJI:

"you're a what?"

has never heard of it, but he's into it

model?????? model = money, right? (and yes, he's right)

he finds it super cool, that you can make a living off your hands

"HAH imagine if i could do that," he says as he shows off his rough hands covered in bandages

"uhh better think twice" :p

always finds himself playing with your hands

like he'll just subconsicously reaching for them to twiddle with your finger while you guys watch a show together

or he'll grab your hand and make you put it on his face so he can rub against it

"so.. soft" - his voice is muffled because it's pressed into your palm

is very impressed that you can keep up with all of the routine and care that it takes too

"you've got so much shit here damn! like what's the difference, i just use my mom's stuff"

wants you to sit him down so you can explain and take him through each step of the process

it's so cute, he's listening silently with his head slightly tilted and he'll ask questions which shows he's actually interested <333

always gives you a peck on your hands to "rejuvenate them, duh"

thanks baji <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @chuuae @kazuhoya @gwynsapphire @eriskaitto @sscarchiyo (send an ask or dm to be added!)

your interactions are very appreciated <3

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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Continuing this fic cuz I enjoyed how it turned out and it deserves a part two 😌

and tagging @kyosluvv for asking for a part two lololol I wouldn’t have made a part two if no one asked lmao

🌊 ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ 🌊

You layed in the futon whincing at the pain in your leg. You twisted and turned which added more to the dizziness.

Giyuu was still at your side sitting impatiently. His leg bouncing up and down with quick glances to the door anticipating the doctors arrival. He didn’t like see you in such pain. He brought his hand over to you and touched the back of it to your head. You felt a little hot but nothing too alarming. Giyuu gently placed his hand on your shoulder to push you back into the futon.

“Try not to move around a lot. It’ll make the pain worse.”

You groaned, “It hurts…”

“I know, I’m sorry. The doctor should be here soon.”

And as if on queue, the doctor slid open the door

“Hello, hello! I’m here for L/N?” It was also an older looking gentlemen and he carried a briefcase with him. A stethoscope draped over his shoulders and landing on his chest.

Giyuu quickly stood up and explained to the doctor what kind of injury you received.

“I was able to stop most of the bleeding but they still lost a lot of blood. I’m sure you’ll be able to tend to them?” Giyuu glanced over the doctors shoulder to see him taking a look at your leg. You whinced and gripped onto the futon, you knuckles turning white from the strong grip.

“Hmmm,” the doctor hummed, “Yes, yes. I can heal them. The injury is deep but not lethal. I’ll have to clean it then sew it up a bit. No signs of infection but take a couple of these antibiotics just for safe measures.” He handed you a bottle of pills and the old woman gave you a glass of water.

“Yes, yes. You’ll be healed in no time. You’re very lucky that this man saved you in time. This could have turned into a very nasty infection. That is if the demon didn’t eat you first.” You raised an eyebrow at the doctor’s strange bedside manner. You glanced back up at Giyuu to see his brows still furrowed in concern. You felt your cheeks heat up. It was strange seeing someone so worried about you. Especially someone you just met. Nonetheless, it was nice, it made your heart flutter and gush.

The doctor finished sealing the wound and stood back up with his briefcase.

“There you are, all done. Now change the bandages every once in a while and make sure to let the wound breathe as well. It’ll help heal it faster.”

The doctor and the old woman both left the room just leaving you and Giyuu. He sat on his legs at the end of your futon, no longer making eye contact. He seemed very shy all of the sudden.

“You know…” you broke the silence, “you didn’t have to stay the entire time…”

Giyuu looked up at you, his pretty blue eyes widened a little before they quickly looked away to the side.

“It only seemed right… I didn’t get there soon enough to stop the demon from injuring you. I needed to stay to make sure you’d be okay.”

“Thank you again… for… saving me…” you slowly said now barely above a whisper. Giyuu simply nodded, his messy black hair swaying ever so slightly. “I guess I’ll leave now. I do hope your leg feels better soon.” He quickly stood up and turned on his heel, heading for the door before you stopped him.

“Wait!” You impulsively blurted. His hand froze right above the door handle. “I… um… my home. It’s… too far. Do you… do you think you could, maybe, um, take me there. If it’s no trouble of course.”

Ugh you were lying to yourself. You just didn’t want to leave him yet. There was something too entrancing about him. Was he really just going to leave you and you’d never end up seeing each other again??

Giyuu fought back the urge to smile. He also wanted to stay by your side a little while longer. He never felt this way about someone before and it ignited his heart. His heart skipping a beat just by the thought of you. He turned his head to you, a faint smile on his lips, “Of course it’s no trouble, Y/N.”

Giyuu helped you walk back to your home with his arm around your waist and yours slung across his shoulders. When you opened the door you’ve forgotten how much of a mess the demon made. Tables and chairs were turned over; cups, bowls and plates on the floor or broken; water spilt and dinner all over the floor and walls.

“I forgot how big the mess was…” you said quietly. Your mind raced back to events that caused this mess and you felt your heart race. You’ve also forgotten how horrifying it was.

Giyuu felt you shake and held you tighter, pulling you closer to his body.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It’s gone. And you’re safe with me now. I’ll protect you.” He bent down, his arm still against you to help you balance while his other lifted a chair. “I’ll help you clean.”

“Thank you…” you replied softly.

“Well… I guess that’s the cleanest it’s gonna get.” You wiped sweat off your forehead looking at your house. There were still damaged shoji screens, some damaged floor and of course less dishes from the ones that shattered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner…” Giyuu apologized. He wouldn’t make eye contact again, his eyes glued to the floor. His face scrunched up with guilt.

“Giyuu… don’t blame yourself over this it wasn’t your fault. And you weren’t late. You still saved me. No one died.” You put a hand on his shoulder. Giyuu looked up, finally making eye contact. Your words warmed his heart and he couldn’t stop it from fluttering.

There was an awkward prolonged silence between you two just staring into each others eyes. Your head felt like it was being pulled towards his, like some kind of magnetic pull. Your eyes flickering in between his eyes and his lips. Giyuu also feeling the magnetic pull, his eyes locked on your lips.

Suddenly, one of the legs on the chair gave out and the chair slammed into the floor, breaking you two out of your trance. You basically jumped off the floor from the random scare.

“Ahem.. well, yes. Um. Thank you for showing much kindness towards me. I really appreciate it. Um… I suppose this is where we part ways… thank you again… for everything…”

Ugh!! You still didn’t want him to leave yet. Even after spending practically all night with him you still wanted more. You didn’t want this to be the last time you ever see him. But something told you if he left now it would be. You just needed to prolong it as much as you could. Stretch out the night as much as possible.

Giyuu felt the same way. He knew he should start heading back but something about you made him want to stay longer. Much longer. His mind raced with way he could also stay with you for at least the rest of the night.

“I could… stay for some tea…. Maybe….” Giyuu started off boldly before his sentence became almost inaudible from his shyness.

“I’d love for you to stay for some tea,” you beamed, feeling your heart skip a beat.

#I honestly don’t know how to end this lmaoo #feels cheesy just going “’aNd tHen yOu lIvEd tOgEthEr haPpiLy eVeR afTerR’#but yeh more Giyuu #always love me some more Giyuu content #kny fanfic #kny x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyu x reader #giyuu x y/n #giyuu fluff #tomioka x y/n #demon slayer tomioka #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fanfic

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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Bump and Grind

Summary: So, maybe you have a thing about Reiner's thighs.

a/n: This is based on a post made by @shingekinomyfeelings

AO3!

Reiner is beautiful. From the way his pale skin contrasts with the sun when he goes outside to the shine in his eyes when you are cuddling in bed. Or the way his blonde hair is constantly messy no matter how many times you attempt to fix it.

His fingers are your second favorite part of his body. The way his rough digits leave behind reddish marks alongside your skin, marking you so everybody will know who you belong to. On your neck, your hips, your thighs.

On his days off, Reiner enjoys helping you around the house. He will do things such as sew back together the rips in your work pants, take care of the garden while you are busy making food in the kitchen, or he will clean up the entire place.

He is the perfect man in every way but there is one specific part of his body that you can’t keep your eyes off of: his thighs. Muscular, pale thighs with the perfect structure to support the weight of your body

After dinner, Reiner places the dirty dishes inside the sink and you smirk while standing in the corner of the room, one hand supporting your elbow while the index finger of the other one brushes lightly against your lips.

“Why do you have that look in your eyes?” He asks with all the innocence of the world and you giggle. The little devil on your shoulder telling you to fuck him right there and then.

“What look?” You ask, deviously.

“As if you could eat me?” He responds with not much certainty.

“Is that a question?” Your voice echoes through the kitchen and he shakes his head quickly in response.

“It’s a fact.” He says and before he has time to notice, you have pushed him ever so gently, just enough so he would fall backwards into the chair. In that moment, he realizes that you are wearing nothing but an apron and your underwear but not for much longer.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately, maybe I should reward you.” You purr in his ear, pulling your thin underwear down in one swift move. The boner inside his pants grows by the second and you can tell he is embarrassed by how much your words are affecting him.

Slowly, you begin to unbuckle his pants. One button at a time, fingers gently brushing against his covered cock in an attempt to tease him and earning breathless moans in response.

Finally, you pull the cloth that once covered his legs down and his pale skin calls for you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him in for a sloppy but much needed kiss.

His tongue goes above yours before you gently have time to nibble on it. It doesn’t last long but you can taste the mint gum he had earlier in the day. A bit of saliva drips down the side of your lips and falls onto your chest.

“Hmmm baby.” You say, sitting on his thigh. A small pool of your juices begins to form against his skin, he whimpers in response to your movements. “Ask me for it.”

“Y/N, please.” He begs, guiding his hands towards your hips as his nails dig into your skin. “Ride my thigh. Let me hear how beautiful you sound.”

Said and done, you begin to buckle your hips back and forward. The sound coming from your wet pussy fills the air.

Reiner’s grip on you is firm, he holds you in place as if he feared that you would get up at any moment and not let him enjoy the show.

His name falls from your lips, leaving behind a sweet taste. His eyes locked on you, paying close attention to your every movement. Every now and again, he will raise his thigh to give you better access to the area and you can’t help but whimper in response.

You throw your head backwards, opening the space for Reiner’s lips to come in contact with the skin of your neck. He leaves behind reddish, wet marks and, in response, you purr his name while begging for more of his divine touch.

Your pussy throbs against his skin and it is nearly enough to drive him to an orgasm of his own but he is too busy focusing on giving you pleasure to pay any attention to himself. A warm feeling in your gut and a tingling sensation begins to form.

“Oh Reiner.” You cry out, moving your hips back and forth. His fingers dig into your skin and he pushes his knee upwards once again, earning yet another loud whimper out of you. “Just like that.”

“You look so beautiful.” He says and, even with your eyes closed, you can feel as his gaze rests upon you. Your lips quirk, but you remain mostly silent, only allowing aroused sounds to make it past your throat.

You link your hands together behind his head before speeding up your movements. You focus on Reiner’s touch, rough from all the work he has done in the past yet so gentle. His wrists bend much like the waves of the ocean, coming and going.

Quietly, he moves one of his hands towards your breasts, pinching your nipple and earning a loud grunt in response.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You repeat, feeling as Reiner’s pinches push you over the edge.

Fireworks explode in your stomach and you moan loudly one last time, your body trembling in response to the orgasm wave that you are riding. You gush your fluids onto Reiner’s leg, making a mess in the process.

Your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment and you look away before feeling Reiner’s finger touching your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“That was so hot.” He says and you smile, trying desperately to catch your breath.

“Let’s go fuck.” You say and he immediately picks you up in his arms, carrying you towards the empty bedroom.

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squeakadeeks · 2 years

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had the thought to compare and contrast difficulty levels for costumes that i've made 👁👁💦 i gave a brief description in the images above, but in the read-more I go more in depth about what it was like working on all of these

Sandalphon: honestly i felt like the sewing parts of this one were the hardest. I didnt have to do too much tailoring other than following my usual pattern and slapping foam accents on top. the wing assembly also went smoothly bc i managed to use large surface areas of velcro, that being said i really wish i had put more effort into the wings and made them look nicer. to me they look really flat and...blah. the foam feathers needed more detail.

Lif: lif was hard but shockingly not as bad as one might assume? mostly my standards were really high but the engineering for him wasnt too crazy. Casting the transparent worbla was a NIGHTMARE but it was frustrating more than hard if that makes sense. there were a few armor pieces like his bracers I had to make several times over, but what made him difficult was making sure each armor piece looked really polished and overlaying everything. i think i had maybe a rage-quit or two but not a crazy amount.

Corrin: speaking of rage quits man corrin was probably the hardest armor for me, mostly bc he was maybe the 3-4th armor set i had made and he was entirely vinyl wrapped, which was new to me. I almost quit this project like 4 times. what made it hard was overlaying all the armor pieces and getting a good, flattering fit while also achieving smooth vinyl wraps.

Alfonse: I've only alluded to this but i actually made alfonse to cope with my extreme depressive episode in 2019 where i had daily Unaliving thoughts and my coping strategy was "everytime i want to Do That, get up and work on alfonse" and then boom alfonse got made. my memory of that project is hazy, but i know i worked like an absolute madman on him, but the details are eehehehhehhehhhhhh. i remember it being really hard and i had to remake most pieces on him several times (i know i was up to 6 attempts on his shoulder)

Hypnos: I made hypnos after a string of armor projects and jumping into chiffon was a challenge, i also had to learn french seams and all that and it suuuuucked. His blanket was also really hard to work on bc it was so large, fitting it into my maschine was a struggle and even small changes took large amounts of time bc of the scale. I also wanted him to have the highest polish of any recent project so i went bananas making sure everything turned out as perfect as possible. it was hard!! but breaking down his costume into individual parts helped.

Robin: oops im writing an essay so i'll keep this short, the hardest part of robin was figuring out how to effectively have "glowing lights" with no obvious source on my torso. the concepting stage took about a week of fiddling with LEDs, but once i had a plan making him wasnt super bad. the hardest part was his jacket just bc i used pleather and it was hard to finangle.

Nekomancer: TBH he was i think the easiest project ive made in recent years? the capelet posed the biggest challenge, but other than that it was a pretty friendly project (the broom was also hard, but i struggle with props unilaterally so hmmm)

Kaworu: Kaworu was like..."hard easy" if that makes sense. what made him hard is there's virtually 0 margin for error on plugsuits so everything has to be executed perfectly which is hhhhaaaard. vinyl wrapping his armor was tough. I also messed up on the patterning (the ribs should be much smaller) and that haunts me.

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Padparadscha: looking back padpa was harder than i remembered, like not just tailoring a 12 paneled bodice and figuring out the wig, but im also recalling how difficult fabric matching was. Getting a perfect pale gold with the right balance of sparkle that also contrasted nicely with the ivory sateen took a lot of trial and error. padpa was hella hard, but i do wish the end result looked better -_-

Phos: wow almost the same situation, tailoring the bodysuit was hard (im not at all happy with how it turned out) it wasnt as crazy as padpas, but still turned out worse oopswhoops....fabric matching was much harder here since i had a super clear vision for what i wanted the moon outfit to look like, i had to layer 5 different types of tulle and organza to get the look 👀 and the wig was difficult bc the vinyl i got was harder to work with (making sure it curled and curved took a lot of effort)

Karna: KARNA IS THE HARDEST PROJECT IVE EVER DONE D: people always think its lif but nah...it was karna. karna had so so so many armor parts, and they all had to be clear, clean and polished. similar to a plugsuit, i felt like there was no margin for error and with his design there was little to no ability to hide flaws AND his attachments make no sense. he took a month and a half of daily work and im still iffy on his end result. the armor had to be super form fitted, the bodysuit had to be perfectly flattering to fit his stupid betty spagetti ass frame, the wig was hard, the cape was hard, he was hhhhhhaaaarrddddd

i might write the other ones later rn im tired and i got an exam to study for girl help

#my cosplay

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stolen-pen-name23 · 3 years

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Hi! Could you do 7 or 21 of the angst prompts for Obi Wan and Ahsoka please?

Hi! Thank you for the prompt (from these prompts)!! And yes, I can do both actually! Here ya go:

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“You are so stupid.”

The words are dry — at least, Ahsoka hopes they are dry enough to hide the very real fear lingering behind them.

“Thanks,” Obi-Wan says between clenched teeth, obviously not hearing the full emotion behind Ahsoka’s sentiment. He is sitting across from her in the co-pilot’s chair — a bundle of bloodstained robes and tightened shoulders as he breathes through the pain. She shoots him another glare while she digs through the medkit, searching for a set of tweezers.

“Going after a bounty hunter who was carrying a slugthrower,” Ahsoka mutters. “What were you thinking?”

“Well, I—”

“No, don’t answer that,” Ahsoka says, raising her hand. “I already have the answer. You weren’t thinking.”

“Now hold on,” Obi-Wan pants. “We couldn’t let them capture the senator now, could we? We had a mission.”

“Yeah, and you made me stay behind and guard the other senators.”

“It was a very important task,” he says defensively.

“You made me their babysitter because you knew that going after Bane was dangerous. You knew and you went anyway.”

“To be fair,” Obi-Wan says, “he’s never used slugthrowers before.”

“And so what? You didn’t think he’d actually use it on you?”

“I was cautiously optimistic.”

“Look where that got you,” Ahsoka says, shaking her head. She continues rifling through the medkit until she finally finds a set of tweezers and a small scalpel. Obi-Wan eyes both items warily.

“I need to get a better look at the wound before I do anything,” Ahsoka says, trying to keep him calm, despite her current anger at him.

“Alright,” he nods, looking like he’s trying to reassure himself.

Ahsoka cuts through the fabric of his tunics and his undershirts and pulls them away. Underneath, a circular wound mars Obi-Wan’s skin. His muscles are tight, instinctively clenching in a vain attempt to ward off the pain.

“Hmmm.”

“What?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I have good news and bad news.”

“Do share.”

“The bad news is the bullet didn’t go all the way through. The good news is that it looks like it didn’t go too deep, so it shouldn’t be too hard for me to get it out. I won’t be needing this.” She sets the scalpel aside.

“Well, as long as there’s good news,” Obi-Wan sighs. “Though I suppose there was never a silver lining without a dark cloud behind it.”

“No, I suppose not,” Ahsoka says, offering him a sympathetic smile. “I need to get this out. You’ll get an infection if I don’t.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan says, resigned. “Let’s just get on with it then.”

Ahsoka takes a deep breath and relies on the Force to steady her hand. She presses the tweezers into the wound. A harsh breath escapes Obi-Wan’s lips, but he does not cry out. Ahsoka takes that as a sign to keep going. She pinches the bullet between the tweezers, but she slips and digs the metal deeper into the torn-up flesh.

Obi-Wan gasps and pulls away from Ahsoka.

“Sorry!” Ahsoka exclaims.

“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan pants, blinking back tears that had pooled in his eyes on reflex. “Just keep going.”

Ahsoka nods and goes back in with the tweezers, but Obi-Wan flinches back. Ahsoka tries again, and he recoils to the side.

“Stop that. Hold still,” Ahsoka says, exasperated.

“Sorry,” he says. “I’m just not used to this kind of wound”

“Yeah well… that’s what happens when you go after a bounty hunter who is openly wielding a slugthrower.”

“Alright, I get it,” Obi-Wan says, deflating slightly.

“I don’t think you do,” Ahsoka grimaces. “Now for real this time. Stay still.”

Obi-Wan nods tightly, while Ahsoka hones back in on the wound. She gets the tweezers around the bullet once more, and this time, they don’t slip. Slowly, she maneuvers the bullet out of Obi-Wan’s flesh until it clatters on the floor with a metallic ringing sound.

Ahsoka stares, frozen in place as the wound bleeds openly. Obi-Wan’s blood runs down his side now that there is no bullet to dam up its path.

“Oh,” Ahsoka says dumbly. “I always forget that slugthrower wounds don’t cauterize.”

“Yes, well, they don’t,” Obi-Wan says. Ahsoka glares at him. “Go get a needle and thread, I’ll put pressure on it.”

Ahsoka hands him a semi-clean rag and he presses it to his stomach. His breaths become a little more ragged.

“Hang in there Master,” Ahsoka says as she finds a sewing kit. She measures out a length of thread and cuts it. The eye of the needle is tiny and she struggles to get the thread to go through it.

“Maybe we should have prepared the needle before we took out the bullet,” Obi-Wan observes dryly.

“Why didn’t you tell me to do that?” Ahsoka asks, her voice going higher in pitch as she desperately tries to thread the needle.

“I was preoccupied, you know, with being shot.”

“That is your own kriffing fault and you know it,” Ahsoka retaliates.

Ahsoka calls on the Force to steady her hand once again. Finally, the thread obeys her commands and pushes through the eye of the needle. With deft fingers, she ties it off.

“Ready?”

From his tight nod, it is clear that Obi-Wan is not ready, but he knows as well as she does that there is little time for hesitation.

“Alright,” Ahsoka says, trying to keep her voice sure and even. “I’ll be quick.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan says.

Ahsoka is true to her word. She finishes the stitches in a manner of a few minutes. By the end of it, Obi-Wan is pale and sweating, but gratitude shines in his eyes.

“Done,” Ahsoka says after she ties off the end of the thread.

“Thank you Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan says. “I’ll be sure to come to you the next time I’m shot.”

“You’re impossible. Absolutely impossible. You know that right?”

“Well, Anakin is actually—”

“I’m not talking about Anakin, I’m talking about you,” Ahsoka huffs, suddenly feeling irked by Obi-Wan’s casualness. Now that he has been stitched back together, she has time to feel the anger starting to flood her bloodstream.

“Ahsoka…”

“Everyone thinks Anakin is the reckless one, and maybe he is, but when he’s not around to be the reckless one… Well, it’s like you don’t care if you live or you die.”

Obi-Wan looks down at his bloodstained hands. “Of course I care.”

She stops messing with the medkit and looks Obi-Wan dead in the eyes. “Then why are you always so reckless huh? Do you ever think about what would happen if something happened to you?”

“Life would go on without me, Ahsoka. If it’s the will of the Force…”

“Do not bring ‘the will of the Force’ into this. I’m talking about when you pull stunts like this.”

Obi-Wan is silent — the smooth-talking negotiator finally at a loss for words.

“Master,” Ahsoka says quietly. “If you died… I would be devastated.”

“Ahsoka…”

She doesn’t let him continue. “My feelings aside, think about Anakin. Do you know what would happen to him if he lost you? I can’t watch him go through that for a second time.”

Obi-Wan pales and Ahsoka isn’t sure if it’s from the blood loss or the words she is mercilessly volleying at him. She continues anyway.

“It would almost be worse than losing you. I know how to let go, but he… I don’t know what he would do if he lost you. He can’t… that can’t happen again.”

“I want to tell you it won’t.”

“Then tell me.”

“I can’t,” he says, his jaw tight with either pain or sorrow. Perhaps both.

“Please, just…”

“No. I will not make you a promise I can’t keep. Not while we’re in a war. Not ever.”

“Then promise me something else,” Ahsoka insists, grabbing his hand in hers and looking him directly in his ocean blue eyes.

He looks at her wearily. “What?”

“Promise you’ll stop being so reckless,”

“What did I just say about making promises I can’t keep?” Obi-Wan grins. Ahsoka lightly smacks his shoulder.

“Promise me you’ll try then!” Ahsoka amends.

“I’ll try,” he laughs. “I promise.”

Slowly, Obi-Wan stands up but has to steady himself on a leather handle affixed to the ceiling.

“I would love to continue this conversation,” Obi-Wan says, his voice starting to slur ever so slightly. “But I think I need to lie down. Or throw up. Or both.”

Ahsoka grimaces and hands him a canteen. “Drink,” she says. “You need to stay hydrated.”

“Need to lie down,” he repeats.

“Drink, and then you can lie down.”

Obi-Wan nods and takes a few sips from the offered canteen. He passes it back to her before curling up on a small bunk just outside of the cockpit. A slight shiver racks his frame and Ahsoka grabs a blanket and lays it over him. He hums in contentment.

“Are you going to be okay until we get to the temple?” Ahsoka asks nervously.

“Yes. The adrenaline’s just wearing off and the blood loss is catching up with me. I’ll be okay.” Ahsoka stares at him a moment longer. “I promise,” Obi-Wan adds on.

“You better keep that one.”

“I will.” A pause. “I am sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to scare you. And I didn’t want to get shot.”

“I know,” Ahsoka says. “Just get some rest. We’ll be home soon.”

#my writing #tw blood #tw gunshot wound #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #thanks for the prompt!

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