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tennessoui · 7 months

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I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏

hey!! sure! here's some more!

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Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented.

All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent. There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.

He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.

Sorta.

He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.

And when people talk, she listens.

The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.

Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”

Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?”

His mom’s silence is very loud.

“I don’t want to do i—”

“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”

“Mom, come on—”

“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”

“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”

“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”

Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.

“Why wouldn’t I?” his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”

Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.

And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.

He knows how this is going to shake out.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.

Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.

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Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.

Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.

It’s just all a bit…unsettling.

“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”

Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.

She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.

And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”

“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”

After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.

Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”

Oh. Right.

“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”

Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table.

“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”

“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.

“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”

There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.

He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace.

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After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”

The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s.

For the love of Christ.

“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”

They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.

Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.

“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.

Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”

The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”

“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”

“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”

“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”

He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.

The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”

“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.

Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.

He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”

Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”

“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.

“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over.

His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.

“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”

Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly.

“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”

Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.

And also an asshole. And also married.

Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.

The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.

The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.

“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.

Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”

Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-

Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?”

“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”

He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.

Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.

He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold.

“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.

Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”

“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”

The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says.

Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”

Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”

Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”

“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”

“Uncanny.”

“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”

Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.

Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.

“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.”

He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.

He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.

#asks #twilight au #obikin #a couple of things:#all the books mentioned are published before 1920 because satine was probably a young mother around that time #imo she became a vampire during ww1 #brussel sprouts tasted very bitter in the 60s through the 90s before we tweaked how they were grown genetics wise #so kids used to hate them and one of the vampires in obi-wan's coven was a kid during the 60s so has strong memories of brussel sprouts #being awful #satine's special vampire power is her beauty which is like double that of the normal enthralling/alluring/perfect predator beauty #so anakin's own sort of immunity to vampire powers a la bella means he just finds it unnerving and uncanny #but he did fall prey to obi-wans mind trick at the end there because the immunity thing i think would be something he has to practice #to get strong at #so his immunity kicked in at satine's beauty and it didn't affect him #but he couldn't also effectively protect himself from obi-wan's mind compulsion #to tell the truth #because systems overloaded

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hwatermelons · 8 months

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seonghwa ⋆ 7:00 a.m.

⋆ between your business trips and his tour schedule, you and seonghwa have to find time to be together for a brief respite, before you go another couple months apart. ⋆ 0.5k words ⋆ bf!seonghwa x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ warnings: none :) ⋆ now playing: <jill barber - entre nous>

╭──────────────────────────.★..─╮ your eyes have been following the lines of the sun's rays through the open blinds for a while, and by now they've traveled down the wall to the dresser. one by one, iridescent sparkles reflect off the glass vases on top, dappling the room's walls with tiny rainbows as the light glistens through the faceted material. you take a deep breath, and are greeted with the warm scent of the man currently holding your waist hostage in his sleep.

seonghwa tucks his head more firmly into the crook of your neck, sighing when he's satisfied with his position. it tickles a little, and you have to stifle your laughter for fear of waking him up.

how long has it been since you had time to enjoy a morning like this together? between your business trips and his busy tour schedule, the only times you'd been able to see each other were when you happened to be in the same country at the same time. last time, you'd met in a small bakery tucked away in the streets of paris, seonghwa's face hidden behind a mask and carefully styled hair crushed under a beanie. the disguise did nothing to fool you, however. because how could you not recognize the stars lighting up his eyes the moment they met yours across the street? and the constellations dancing in his irises as he rushed across and crashed into you with a hug? how could you not feel like you'd finally come home when he spun you around in the tight embrace, despite being thousands of miles from the house you shared?

but that was months ago, and that shot of sweetness from the bakery was fading away. since then, seonghwa had been all over europe and you'd been everywhere but where he was, and it was eating at both of you. so when you found out you'd be going to the same city as their next stop, the first thing you did is book a hotel room for the days leading up to the concert. five minutes together in a public space, not even being able to see his smile due to a mask, was not nearly going to be enough this time. you needed to really hold him, and spend time with him, and let him rest for a good couple of nights under your care to ease the physical and mental stress of touring.

so that's where you were now, your first morning in the hotel room, and more importantly your first morning together in nearly a year.

you smile down into his hair, breathing in more of his conditioner, which he always brought with him so he wouldn't be subjected to the hotel's products. seonghwa hums in response to you shifting under his head, the sound a little deeper than his regular voice. it reverberates through your chest, and your heart melts. it had been so long.

tomorrow night, he'll be winning over a crowd of tens of thousands with that angelic voice. and then you'll have to say your goodbyes yet again, and you'll have to come to terms with the fact that you won't see each other for another four months. but all of it's worth it, because until tomorrow night comes, he's no one else's but yours. ╰─..★.──────────────────────────╯ ⋆ likes/reblogs appreciated ⋆ do not repost ⋆ taglist: @mazeinthemiroh

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rawliverandgoronspice · 10 days

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everytime I return to my outline and see a ganondorf scene I automatically go "no babygirl nooooo 😭😭😭", even though all of these scenes being about a huge angry man doing war crimes/the consequences of having done war crimes

#thoughts #ganondorf #thralls of power #this story is a Certificed Ganondorf Blender #just a very very mediocre time all around for the King of Evil #nobody has a good time but goddddd does he get the short end of the stick #he does get a *couple* of wins #but they are veeery questionnable consolation prizes as far as compensating for the Everything Else Going On situations

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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why did he do this (rhetorical) (profoundly affected)

#obviously referenced from start to finish. half second shots that kill #you go ''i was already Changed by the mere socked glasses flip / kick gifs. i'm ready'' but you are actually collapsed on the ground #raising my hand as one of the handful of randos who stood up suddenly these past few months like why yes i Will watch your films then #and also as [guy lecturing & emphatically pointing to laptop] i have to do everything myself the undereye coloring is a distinctive trait #fashion icon shit around here also i'm not kidding in the least #i want well another pair of glasses for one & graphic tees short shorts a fanny pack a calculator(?) buttonsy digital watch i completely do #also again with the adhd these flashbacks were beautiful. inspiring. revelatory. profound (cont.)#it's also occurring to me that i've watched a couple movies for the first time recently and it was like. man cmon #one horror one that was like. I Said Man Cmon. another non horror one that was just like an unending shrug #all the more appreciation like yeah hey a horror movie and also just a movie where it's like yes i'm completely along for the ride wahoo yay #raising my third hand as a correct opinions about media haver #corned beef #it #no time to be coy i was here three and greater than three years ago. and just nowadays; evidently:#reddie #online listicle video voice The Couple Of Dozen V Varied Moments From The IT Movies That Drew Blood (Mine)#whoever came up with this sequence i'm kissing on the mouth like my god. again: profound #the power of the rileable using their end of things as their plausible deniability. like oh god i hope he thinks i'm cool. ok asshole Enough #being the guy Just Standing There like fellas the boy you're in love with very insistently did this wyd (only caring abt literature)#adding a 50% pink overlay like it comes time to make these coloring choices & i put on a vivacious song to inspire having fun / being myself #great choice imo. now to slide right under that midnight est wire

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binah-beloved · 4 months

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You know those scenes in some movies where people will turn to someone and (talking about the person beside them) go "Call your dog off"??

That but it's you and Binah. She's the dog. She's very proud of this. She's your scary dog privilege.

Binah's the type to be fighting someone only to immediately drop everything because you need a hug. then you kill the person together

#project moon #lobotomy corp #library of ruina #binah #binah lobcorp #binah library of ruina #you're extremely right and you should say it #it'd be really funny if you just looked at Binah then back at the person who said that #and then you just say no with a smile #Binah can murder or threaten whoever she wants as a treat #sometimes you don't even notice the cold look she gives everyone else #because it softens ever so slightly when you turn to look at her #you know that tiny smile one of her lobcorp sprites has #that's her around you all the time #and yes she is very proud of being able to protect you #and the fact that you allow her to protect you #you're the number one power couple and she wants everyone to know

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stonecoldsilly · 2 years

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rue in their true form awkwardly and quite accidentally sitting at a little tea table with captain hob, both extremely stiff and trying to take up as little space as possible, contorted into twisted shapes as rue tries to feel used to their owlbear body again after so long, so overwhelmingly large and alarming to those around them

and captain hob notices. what may appear ungainly and intimidating to everyone else is instead a perfectly suitable form for the completion of their tasks.

a little smile slips past his fangs as he looks at them, and he stretches out of his rigid position enough to rest his legs.

he starts up some light chatter to put them at their ease, and they respond so beautifully, warmth and welcome unfurling like flowers drinking in the sun, as a delicate blush forms even on their feathered cheeks.

the rest of the courts watch as two monstrous predators relax together and sit comfortably, for the first time in years.

#they are both apex predators and everyone around them should remember that #you can take up all the space you want #power couple of the millennium #hootgrowl endgame #battlemaster of ceremonies #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #dimension20 #dimension 20 spoilers #delloso de la rue #captain k.p. hob

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syn0vial · 8 months

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astarion just 1v1'd myrkul's chosen

#everyone else went down in the first round or two including nightsong #all within the anti-healing field so none of them could revive #just had astarion sneak around in the shadows making ranged sneak attacks and casting a couple dagger clouds #this is now the second boss astarion has taken down nearly on his lonesome #i made him too powerful someone help #baldur's gate 3 #syn plays bg3

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r-biter · 2 months

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az for the character bingo. your relationship w him fascinates me

Put gently, i need him dead, but he IS like the most interestingly weird person in the IC likely.

#like him and rhys are neck and neck #i can graph his parental issues directly onto his issues with illyrians #smth smth its Really Weird that when describing his childhood they bring up his step mother specifically #when everything points to her likely not making any of the actual major decisions about his childhood #like resenting her makes sense dont get me wrong but azriels father not beinf their first thought in that scenario says smth #smth smth azriel projects his stepmother onto all illyrian women barring like a couple #and it has led to him resenting them and doing nothing to stop the system that hurt his mother #while also reviling the men for that exact system #and he cant really stop doing this without ultimately engaging with the fact that hes a bystander to their struggles despite his power #and therefore not much better then the men if at all #also his mommy issues manifest as him being really weird about the women hes attracted to #he projects the same vulnerability of his mother onto every women weve seen him be attracted to #and it results in him trying to stop them from doing reckless shit he doesnt stop others from doing #like ppl reduce his weirdness around elain as him being weird about her specifically but hes like that in acomaf towards mor too #which makes absolutely no sense because Mor has been Actively A Warrior the same amount of time #basically what im saying is this man needs therapy and also to be as far from every woman and illyrian possible #i do like cazriel but its specifically because its like. toxic x toxic #like okay cw for stealthing in the tags (insane sentence ik)#and the general lack of consent implied #there is a reason ive written like cazriel mpreg where they both keep poking condoms but dont tell each other #(i am aware that sentence is insane)#and its because i dont think either of these men are as they are currently capable of being normal #and are both specifically the way they are because they fear being abandoned in some way #cassian acts the way he does towards rhys because he fears some level of abandonment #azriel refuses to properly express his feelings in any romantic context because he fears abandonment #like im not gonna rawdog ppl who interpret him pleasantly cause like i see where theyre coming from #the bad just reallly outways the good #also im still mad he called elaine the third #i need him dead for that specifically

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wheredidalltheusersgo · 4 months

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I think I accidentally made an Aleduncan AU where Alejandro is a witch and Duncan is an outlaw

#so basically #Alejandro saves duncan from being put to death #alejandro lets duncan stay with him for a couple months while he heals his wounds #they kinda get FEELINGS for each other during that time period because neither of them see many people around and they're both lonely #alejandro tells duncan about his plan to create a divine being #they part ways after a while #duncan returns a few months later to find alejandro being burnt at the stake (bc he's a witch yk)#so he runs to alejandro's woodland cottage and finds a letter left for him #in the note alejandro leaves a set of instructions/explanations and a map #because he hid a giant statue in the forest along with some of his body parts using magic #so duncan sets off to find the statue and the body parts #(he's pretty determined because there was a note on the letter that read “If you couldn't save me then at least save my offspring”)#he feels like he owes alejandro for saving him #he brought the note with him incase it had clues #when he got to the life-size statue of alejandro in all his glory #he broke open the hollow torso to find a small manticore #which alejandro made using magic combined with his own flesh and blood #duncan also finds ANOTHER note that explains how he needs to find each of the organs alejandro hid around the vast forest #and feed them to the baby manticore #to increase it's powers #this could be such a banger AU if I actually put effort in #this keeps sounding dumber as I write about it #I just wanted to draw alejandro as a pretty witch #I love aleduncan because I can make bullshit like this about it #I came up with this while listening to “Bernadette” by IAMX #I just wanted to toss this dumb little idea out there #td alejandro #td duncan #aleduncan #total drama

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mer-se · 3 months

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Completely gray all the way to the beach only for the hazy full moon to pop out to say hi 🖤

#went to the beach to mess around with a gift I just got and because it’s warmish and because I always need her #knew it was a full moon but didn’t even bring the right lens almost didn’t even bring my camera #it’s been so gray and ugly all day but #cleared up as soon as we got there #got so happy when I looked up and saw it #came up over the ocean too which is my favorite thing ever and seems to rarely happen there #only other people there was this couple and the guy randomly took his shirt off and ran in to swim and his wife or whatever watched on #he’s my hero and that’ll be me one day #was a moment all around #felt special #miss summer chasing the moon around and sunsets/rises #it’s when I’m at my peak power #mine #full moon #moon #needed it #🖤

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kdsburneraccount · 8 months

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Screenshots from my wips that make me question my life decisions:

Edit: added some more bc I remembered I had some weird ones

What was I cooking

#a couple of them are from the same thing #which is like around 12k? but i have to really polish up certain aspects #(cough) the sucking and fucking #the power i'd have if i could unflinchingly write abt sucking and fucking... a skill to develop #first screenshot i've def referenced before the rest are kinda all over the place #anyways have been on my own for the past day which is cool but also a little creepy #idk why oregon state decided to play against two schools i am geographically affiliated with like lay off the state of california #feel free to ask abt the screenshots... i do not usually share bc i like being 'mysterious' (too self conscious) but honestly why not #tho im def getting the vibe of ‘yeah this is why i don’t talk abt my wips until i finish them most of the time’#writing #wip #rpf #nsft #fic tag

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zvaigzdelasas · 11 months

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#making an automatic watering system w arduino #have it flashed to trigger the relays already for a variable amt of time #which at the end of the day is basically all it takes + scheduling #but now ofc its growing its own potential spinoffs...#i wanna add a BLE module to be able to control the scheduling from like a phone #which will then also require some minimal data storage...#then the big question is rly how to power it...#its probably gonna b within an extension cord length from the back door but dont wanna deal w unplugging it for rain etc #so maybe like a weatherproof case w solar & a battery? but then ive gotta figure out the best way of battery-izing it....#lithium seems like an overkill unless its like maybe lifepo #& generally prefer lifepo over cobalt etc for safety #but then ive gotta figure out how to add a charging circuit to it....#anyway then once i have the app controlling scheduling i can also start integrating it into my home organizing/etc app?#& ideally be able to like have a couple nodes like that?#ah fuck also gotta figure out a case #maybe just start w a nice n dirty project box til i eventually make a custom enclosure/PCB backplate for the assemblage #maybe just put it next to our sprinkler box & just make the tubes longer so i dont have to fuck around w batteries for this?#starting to convince myself of that idea tbh #rn the relayboard has 4 guys...might b better to just have this as the master instead of having nodes so just get more relays #centralize & dont have to deal w synching headaches #maybe get like a multiplexer? not like this would necessarily need multiple at a time 1 at a time wouldnt b the end of the world #& i have some cheap moisture sensors but dont rly trust em tbh #esp w plants i intend to eat #eventually tho maybe link some sensors into the system #tho weather alone is probably enough to figure out #oh! huh how would i do that....#dont wanna have a whole ass wifi connection on the arduino #or like parsing web results on there...#& i dont rly wanna only know when connecting to my phone...#so that seems to point towards some client that checks the weather prediction like once a day & sends that/consequences to arduino?

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sukugojo · 7 months

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different anon here, i came here wanting to clarify something but i saw that your reply took the words out of my mouth HAHAH it's funny seeing some of us shippers sharing the same braincells and having similar opinions. love this small community but i hope it gets bigger (wake tf up people!!! are 15 consecutive canon suspicious homoerotic chapters not enough for people on the international jjk fandom to finally start shipping them?!)

the something being that i don't sense any malicious hateful intent coming from either gojo or sukuna. this is a rare enemies/rivals trope imo. like their whole theme is about teaching love and trying to maybe come to a mutual understanding despite fate cruelly putting them on the opposite sides, as they are really just different sides of the same coin. and that's one of the many reasons why i love this pairing. it's not easy to find a non-toxic enemies/rivals dynamic portrayal in media so i'm glad that jjk is an exception.

p/s: i'm an extremely introverted person so unfortunately i won't have the social battery to continue this conversation, but thanks for reading my ask! i really want to interact more with my people bc yall are lovely and have great tastes but socializing drains me so much

YES YES ANON, they really don't hate each other at all. one thing i was thinking about is how gojo doesn't seem to think of sukuna as this malicious Evil thing that other sorcerers (rightfully) make him out to be. he... really hasn't been shown to harbor any ill feelings towards sukuna, even after all he's done.

and their fight is playful, they're playing, they're having fun, it's recreation. sure the fate of the world is at stake here, but that's not what it's about for them at all.

there's not hate, not even dislike, it's simply. well to steal canon's words. love. an overwhelming sense of pleasure, of satisfaction, of fulfillment.

and i LOVE that u mention "despite fate cruelly putting them on the opposite sides" bc YEAH YEAH, that's part of the tragedy of them. there's too many factors outside their own personal satisfaction at play.

and i think there is also a bit of a paradox in there. they're looking for someone with whom to share that solitude that comes at the lonely top. but... that's something i don't think to be possible. sure they're equals, that's the thing, but at the same time, their existences clash just by definition. bc there can't be two strongest. there can only be one.

both can't live at the same time. if one lives, the other can't live by definition.

no one understands them bc they're the strongest, but once they find someone who might be able to—and who does—dont they stop being the strongest?

#sukugojo.post #(but also scratch all that. we are not gonna think about that bc if either of them die i will be inconsolable they can't fucking die bc tha #would make me. incredibly sad. OTL)#gege should just have them marry each other. why can't they just be TWO strongest why the fuck not. The Strongest husbands.#a true power couple #got kinda sidetracked there haha but yeah! i feel we all just a share a collective braincell that gets passed around hkdfjhsd #'are 15 consecutive canon suspicious homoerotic chapters not enough for people to finally start shipping them?!' SAY ITTTTTTTTTT #and i think what sets them apart is that they're rivals on OPPOSITE sides who are not laden with hate.#bc there's a clear cut good-evil dichotomy. we have the good guys and bad guys who are against each other and whose goal is to stop e/o #sukugo are on opposite sides but still hold no sense of hate or disdain or anything for each other.#there's simply regard and expectation and (i'm sorry for saying it all the fucking time but it's true) love.#dhsjfdfs it's almost like they operate on a completely different plane to the others (which well yeah they kinda do as the strongest)#they don't particularly care about that whole thing.#they only care about their position as strongest and what the other can give them in regards to that #jjk #sukugo #gosuku #u know i mentioned once in a post i made in my main blog how gojo only speaks of sukuna in a cheerful reverent way #which was half just me being shippy but this made me think about that #bc ok that could be said to be simply his way of being BUT we DO see gojo show disdain for people he dislikes. very clearly.#he speaks super ill of the jujutsu world higher ups. but he doesn't ever extend that dislike to sukuna #who's u know. the Embodiment of Evil #while gojo may be an outwardly cheery person when he doesn't like u. u WILL know. he's actually quite honest there #and he shows respect for sukuna. considers it an honor to be sukuna's rival.#(tho he IS still a fucking brat <3)#god sorry i will shut up now cshfhaskdjsakffs #alas!!! it's really alright anon i totally get it. u dont have to answer. that's kinda the great thing about asks haha c:#but if u ever wanna talk more about them well the askbox is always open :D #GONNA END THIS BY SAYIGN THAT I AM SCARED I AM NERVOUS ABOUT THE NEXT CHAPTER AAAHHHHHHHH

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