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tennessoui · 1 year

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It intrigues me so much thinking obi wan probably thought he was going to have a nice normal partner maybe a school teacher or a nurse, and live his days solving crime and then BOOM undercover on mob work and then BOOM Mob Boss is all over you like extreme osha (is that how you spell it idk) violations happening and then BOOM Killing someone because they could take it all away because they blew your cover and then BOOM going to the police ball where his shitty father can see him on the arm of said alleged mob boss WITH built in twins i feel like at some point obi wan is just sitting there thinking all of them and then shrugs cause in the end he got the hot rich dilf and he can do literally whatever he wants (well not everything but I’m sure you understand)

hello hello i finally wrote the scene where anakin/vader and obi-wan meet :D aka "boom mob boss is all over you like extreme OSHA violations happening" because i thought that was funny af

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It’s never a stellar sign when Obi-Wan wakes up to a headache like this. In the academy, it’d been a rare occasion. He’d never been one to join his fellow recruits for late nights out in the sort of clubs that dot the darker corners of Coruscant. He was the son of a police chief, after all, and that gave him certain expectations to follow, none of which left much room for drunken tomfoolery.

But the sort of headache that greets him when he wakes up is the kind of headache he recognizes from the worst sort of hangover, the sort he’s only had a handful of times in his life.

For obvious reasons, the very first thing he does when he finds the energy to squint his eyes partially open is to immediately roll over and away from the light source in the room with probably the most pathetic noise he’s ever uttered in his life.

He can’t even remember drinking that much the night before is the thing. He’d—why would he? He was—last night was—the first night of his undercover mission, he’d never risk it all to get drunk—

“Careful with your head,” a deep voice murmurs from very near to him, and Obi-Wan freezes. He doesn’t know who that is, where he is…how he got here. The material beneath his cheek is leather, so it’s most likely a couch that he’s resting on. “You took quite a beating,” the voice adds, and it sounds amused.

Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut and tries to take stock of his body. He does hurt, that’s true. He hurts pretty much everywhere actually, like his body is one giant bruise.

He took a beating? He was only supposed to be a server at the club—it had been his first night on the fucking floor, how could anyone have even noticed him enough to—

Oh. One of Skywalker’s men. He’d hit on one of the dancers, Shela. She’d been nice to Obi-Wan, had shown him around and called him Benny.

He’d gotten into a fight with the mobster when he wouldn’t leave well enough alone.

The fight had been taken outside. Six men against Obi-Wan. It hadn’t been much of a fight at all.

But where—

“Luckily, you’ve already been seen by the best and brightest in our fine city,” the voice says, and he must know he’s awake to be talking to him at all, but he still reaches out to touch Obi-Wan’s hair, proprietary. As if he knows he won’t be stopped.

The touch of fingers running along his hairline makes Obi-Wan freeze and then move, turning his face away, out of the man’s reach, and forcing his eyes open to glare at the touchy intruder.

His glare falters when he sees who exactly has found him. Where he must be.

Anakin Skywalker, businessman, restaurant owner, and suspected leader of the Coruscanti mob scene and its most violent family, stares back at him. His eyes are dark, his lips curled up into a smirk that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach tighten and his heartbeat rise. There is something very calculated and very cold about his eyes, and being under the full weight of them restricts his very breath.

“I was wondering if you had those,” Anakin Skywalker—known to all but a few simply as Vader—murmurs. He reaches out and touches Obi-Wan’s cheekbone, rough this time as if daring him to protest or flinch away from the movement.

The spike of tender pain makes Obi-Wan’s breath stutter. He must be pressing into a newly formed bruise. “Had what?”

Skywalker’s smirk grows. “Prey instincts.”

It’s like his heart misses a beat, lurching in his chest as he stares back at the mob boss. After all, he is wounded and weak and on what must be Anakin’s couch, inside what must be his home.

He’d been tapped by his father to infiltrate the Skywalker family’s mob, and he’s been studying up on all the information there is to know about Vader, his business, and his family since. The plan had been to work his way naturally into the confidences of the men of the 501st that frequented the strip club Obi-Wan got a job at. A free drink here and there, a charming smile, a flirty look….

The best way into the mob was to become a mobster’s fuck of the week. Or longer. Everyone knew that. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to think about his father signing off on his deployment, giving his permission for Detective Kenobi-Jinn to bend over and take it for the good of justice and law and order everywhere.

The plan had been to work his way into the affections of the mob, ask innocent questions in the minutes after sex when a mobster’s shields were mostly down, record the answers and report his findings to Detective Secura every other week.

The plan was not to wake up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch with the man caressing his face. The plan was not to ever even meet Skywalker. He was supposed to spread his legs for an underlying. A commander at most.

Someone like—what was the man’s name? One of the men last night—he’d been kind. He’d been someone Obi-Wan had hoped would come back, because—

“Daddy?” A voice asks from the doorway, and Obi-Wan lifts his head slightly at the sound. He’d known Skywalker had children, but he hadn’t known they’d be here—meeting Vader’s children was not in the plan at all.

Skywalker’s eyes darken, and he doesn’t take them away from his face, not even when he reaches out a hand to the doorway. “Come here, Leia baby.”

There’s the pattering of little feet and then suddenly a pair of big brown eyes is blinking at Obi-Wan from far too close to be socially acceptable. He twitches back on instinct, and a large hand wraps around the girl’s throat to tug her away gently. “We shouldn’t scare him, baby,” Skywalker murmurs in his deep, soft voice. “He’s skittish.”

Obi-Wan barely holds back an offended scoff. He’s not skittish, he’s aware enough to know that he’s at a significant disadvantage here.

At least it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be murdered in front of Skywalker’s kid.

“Daddy, Luke and I put all those band-aids on him and patched him up so good,” Leia says, allowing her father to drag her backwards and settle her onto the edge of the coffeetable. “You can’t make him bleed again.”

Alright, maybe the presence of his kid isn’t enough to usually keep him from murder. He sits up carefully, swinging his legs down onto the ground even though the motion makes him want to vomit.

He’s barely vertical when Leia pushes herself under his arm to put her head in his lap, arranging his hand so that it’s resting on her head.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen and he looks at Skywalker.

The man just smirks as he leans back himself to look his full.

“You gave Luke head scratches all night,” Leia accuses when he doesn’t move.

“I—what?” Luke? Who is Luke?

“Rexy brought you to Daddy and he wasn’t here so he put you on the couch and Luke and I patched you up and you gave Luke so many head scratches even though he fell asleep which isn’t fair because we used my band-aids and you were sitting on my end of the couch!”

Obi-Wan blinks.

Obi-Wan’s hand starts moving, petting the girl’s head.

Rex. That was the name of the man from the bar last night, the one who had been kind. Who had apparently looked after him, gotten him somewhere…reasonably safe.

Perhaps the plan isn’t ruined after all.

“Oh,” he says very carefully. “Rex helped me? That’s very nice of him. I should like to…thank him personally then.”

Leia shoots up away from his side with an insistent scowl, one Obi-Wan is unprepared to deal with or understand. He looks away from her to frown at Skywalker, but Skywalker is wearing the same expression—though much darker.

“Weren’t you listening?” Leia demands. “Me and Luke helped you! Rex just gave you to Daddy!”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan blinks. He doesn’t…know what he’s supposed to be doing. Or saying. But he can try. “Well, thank you very much for your help, Leia. You and your brother made me feel much better.”

Leia beams and gives him a pat on the arm as if he’s a dog who has gotten a trick right. “Daddy,” she says and looks to Skywalker. “We are keeping him. Luke and I talked about it and that’s what we decided. We want Ben.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen. This is definitely not part of the plan.

But at least he’d been with it enough to give them his undercover name, despite being out of it enough to end up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch surrounded by his children, and then pet at them.

“I thought you were talking to Ahsoka about wanting a puppy,” Skywalker says. His tone is unreadable, but his eyes are softer as they look at his daughter.

Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano. Vader’s second.

“Ben is better than a puppy,” Leia declares, and Obi-Wan feels sort of—touched. Despite himself. Despite the myriad of reasons he should be on his highest guard, even against this child.

“Ben is not even in the same realm as a puppy,” now Vader sounds amused. “If anything, you are requesting to adopt a little mouse.”

“Well…maybe Ben can be mine, and Luke can get the puppy,” Leia suggests.

Obi-Wan wonders if Ben is going to get a choice in this conversation, and then he wonders what he’d choose.

The plan does not mention him getting within touching distance of Anakin Skywalker.

As if he knows what he’s thinking, Skywalker turns dark eyes to him. “What if,” he says, in that soft tone he’d been using when he told Obi-Wan to mind his head, “I keep Ben, and you and Luke can get the puppy?”

That’s it then. The plan—and Ben—and Obi-Wan are all fucked.

“Okay,” Leia says.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything. His chest feels tight, and he's confused. He's confused because he's not sure he did anything to warrant being kept. He hasn't earned his keep yet. All he's done is bleed all over Vader's sofa. This is a deviation from the plan. He was supposed to be flirty and seductive and work to get the attention of one the mobsters until he ended up on his back for the good of the city. He's not supposed to--

“Well?” Vader asks, cocking his head slightly.

“Okay,” Ben whispers, and Vader smiles.

#asks #obikin #vaderwan #playmaker au #obi-wan: wait i dont deserve to be manipulated and twisted into a shell of my former self yet i haven't seduced anyone #and i grew up thinking my actions made me deservng of things not my existence #vaderkin: oh my god i can see how fucked up this is making him feel in his eyes this is amazing #i need to thank rex again for the amazing present #rex: haha yeah he tried to kiss me when he was fucked up by the concussion #anakin: what.#rex: haha yeaah but i mean obviously i dont kiss rats and we know that's what he is right. hes a rat for sure #anakin: he tried to kiss you.#rex: i think thats not the most important thing i said boss

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bloobluebloo · 3 months

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So what if I told you, what if I told you right, that framing Ganondorf as an "incarnation of hatred" without any strong narrative justification for his hatred apart from the idea that he was born that way is, in fact, a negative stereotype that is often associated with the vague concept of "average desert dwelling man in a piece of media", especially in recent times. It doesn't help that Ganondorf is also portrayed as someone that seeks complete annihilation and destruction of everything *without any reason apart from burning hatred* (he says he wants to be a king, why would he destroy the land he wishes to rule???). It really leans into the whole "they are bred to hate, they are bred to wish for the annihilation of civilized and decent countries that uphold peace and the rule of law, they want to turn our land into the same barren, backward wastelands they came from".

#ganonthots #this is why someone like him *needs* to be given attention when it comes to his writing #because these stereotypes are so ingrained into society #that to assume them and portray them in a character like him just feels natural at this point #i doubt its done with any malicious intent #but it is certainly done with a *yeah it makes sense* intent #and that's the issue #think of how now people still overwhelming want to hinge their arguments on hamas and their existence #in face of the overwhelming evidence of what is happening #desert dweller is default evil unless proven otherwise

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itsbrucey · 6 months

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Sleep paralysis demon Glenn x Darryl but it's literally just Glenn breakdancing in the doorway or perched on the end of the bed practicing scales

#it came to me before i passed out last night but Glenn probably doesn't need to sleep anymore #or not in a way thats like.... equivalent to human rest #and he can visit earth as seen by the S1 epilogue #i just think its fucking hilarious bc Darryl would open his eyes and his worst nightmare is there: Glenn Existing Near Him /j #Glenn would also visit Henry and Ron ofc but its funnier to fuck with Darryl. known catholic #dndads #dungeons and daddies #glenn close dndads #darryl wilson #closeson. closeson?#closeson #yeah fuck it yknow we ball

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hoffmanstits-enjoyer · 7 months

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Spiralshipping; but William's hand's holding for dear life to the fabric of Zeke's shirt and twisting, tugging as gentle as the moment will allow, his cheek pressed so softly against Zeke's despite the pain of all their open bruises and his partner can feel the hot swelling of broken skin, the air between them thick with the coppery stench of blood that he's not even sure can be traced back to two separate individuals, having smeared it across the white of his own split raw knuckles— the way it feels so terrifyingly easier to bury his face to William's neck and let himself be touched, comforted, than to face the harsh reality of his shaky foundations being brought to the ground in a span of days, it feels like corruption deeper than any of those fuckers could've ever fallen to and like someone finally gives a shit, feels that rage bubbling in his gut and climbing up his throat like acid.

Spiralshipping; and William's beaten body that had minutes ago been shoved down to its knees now feels much more solid, even as Zeke's ears tune in to the shaky, loud, breathing— his partner's steady, stronger than he felt before but anyone's bigger than Zeke now.

Spiralshipping: Zeke's exhausted against William, who's cornered and pressed to the wall and doesn't voice a single damn protest, fingers digging into the meat of Zeke's shoulder and forearm held tight to the width of his back, he welcomes his weight naturally and a million thoughts range from the heaviness of William's ruined childhood to how tantalizing it is, the idea of pinning him down and knowing he'll let him. Because Zeke's special.

Spiralshipping: you think [this guy] sent you the boxes because you’re the lead detective on the case, or because you’re you?

Spiralshipping: weak palms spread over cold metal running sluggish, like the splatter of red around them, finding rest in William's hips, the burn in his lungs ceasing as seconds, minutes pass and Zeke stops feeling much of anything but the sticky-sweet pleasure of dizzying intimacy. William holds him like it's always been Zeke's life on the line. Partners, what a load of bullshit.

Spiralshipping. Zeke thinks he gets it now. It doesn't make this any less fucking twisted though.

#honestly unsure what this is but...... yeah #heavily inspired by hannigram in that fucking cliff embracing #i just need william to be zeke's pillar ok #i just want him to feel like he owes it to zeke after years of thinking of him and finding comfort in what his existence proves to him #good people are not scarce only the system is punishing them but they are there #zeke was there for him #and he'll be there for zeke even if he doesn't understand it now if he doesn't see it #in time he will #(please end my misery. i love them.)#william schenk #ezekiel banks #spiralshipping #spiral from the book of saw #spiralposting #saw franchise #basically it clicks in zeke's head that william is crazy bonkers for him yknow? yeah yknow

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sam-nochncs · 1 year

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ATLA au with the 141

Contrary to popular belief Soap is not a firebender instead he is an airbender.

He looks like an firebender bc well he works with fire with explosions with bombs thing that make fire but thats the thing fire feeds off of air that why his "fire" reaches levels so high maybe impossibly high for normal firebenders.

And you cant really see airbending and airbenders are very rare almost extint like the avatar thats why most people believe he is a firebender and he didnt correct people about it, it wasnt need to know for people anyway.

the team doesnt know he is an airbender either. his file says he is a nonbender. He changed it bc he didnt want to get experimented on...again.

Oh team! Price is an earthbender Gaz is a firebender and Ghost is a waterbender

Price is a very strong earthbender he is specificly mastered at metal bending its very usefull on field. Bullet coming at high speed? Change their way. Helicopter took shot? Bend the metal so it still works. Gaz and Soap deffinetly makes him study lava bending too bc its basicly fire in liquid form and well Gaz and Soap both love chaos. He and Gaz doesnt like mission on the ocean.

Gaz is a relativly strong firebender even tho he is new at using it for his job. Police force didnt really need an firebender unless they were against a bender criminal. One day someone from the team was at danger and it was raining so he couldnt really use fire he needed more concentration but there werent any time to focus. So he instictivly redirected a lightning que suprised pikachu face. After that time he started to study lightning bending.

Ghost was one of the strongest waterbender. Everyone expected him to be something fierce like fire or something sturdy like earth nothing like the calming water. But the ocean is dangerous, its deep dark and all moving...constantly changing. He started with ice bending it come in handy with bruises his father gave him. His mother was also a waterbender she tought him how to bend water to heal. It was one of his favorite memories. But after failing to save so many people he swore off using his bending to heal...Soap changed that for him (will tell more about it below) In military they forced him to learn bloodbending. Its very usefull in his line of work but he hates using it so he doesnt unless its dire. His fave thing to use is ice blades.

Soap is an airbender an outcast of his bloodline. At first noone noticed he was an airbender instead they all tought he was a nonbender until the accident even after the accident his family never bothered to teach him his element instead they tought him of all of them easier to disguise as another bender easier to explain. They would rather have a nonbender than an airbender even if it meant the pure bloodline seemed as mixed. After the incident he was scared of his own abilities promised himself that he would never ever use it. That made him easier to manipulate easier to control. Because if he also didnt want to have the freedom of air why give him space to breathe at all? Que in an adopted sibling (they had to both parents never home and someone had to take care of the useless child.) same as him, who understood what he been through they bended air too... They showed him that air is not something to be scared of air is warm air is colming breeze of the sea air is warmth before the rain air is colder but calming breeze after a rain. With them he started learning really learning airbending. Airbending is usually not seen its after affects are or if there is dust or any light objects that air can lift. That made their study sessions easier to hide from his parents. When he first joined the army at 16 -after his siblings death(more on that later maybe..)- they somehow learned that he bended air. Air benders are rare and the goverment likes to use whatever they can get thier grabby dirt hands on. He trusted his team he trusted someone more then he trusted his team he decided that person was a familyto him. Loosing the only family left person he ever confided in to his team of all people was devistating. With that he was experimented on, used, a mouse that is in an endless maze just to get to a cheese after a while it became too much so he let go thats where he learned spirit projection. When he escaped He ruined them and his former team, he was the only one left alive. There was no marks anywhere. Not a single wound on the victims of his destruction just still air no sound nothing. Later it was diagnosed all of the team who betrayed their own for easy mony was killed by suffication. There is a reason airbenders dont fight. Air is everywhere -unless you are in space-. Air may look docile and weak but air is the only element that has no natural detterent. We’ve seen waterbenders imprisoned in places with no water, earthbenders kept in captivity in the middle of the ocean and powerless firebenders in snowy fortresses...Air is what keeps you alive. Air is in your lungs someone can force it out withought you knowing it until its too late....(I lost my toughts here sorry)

The team together works amazing frfr

Soap and Gaz? Fire and air. Air what makes the fire grow. Im sure Soap and Gaz have fun with this information they immideatly click they are brothers im sure Gaz's family "adopted" Soap when he made Soap meet his family bc they kept asking about him (he sent presents and homemade crochet stuff with Gaz all the time so they had to meet him and thank him properly) first thing gaz says is "It looks like you stole my place in the family! I was supposed to be their child they never treat me like how they treat you" he pouts but he is so glad that he was able to give Soap a family he never had before. They may or may not have singed the ceiling while trying to light the candles on Gaz's younger siblings birthday cake. They also train Gaz's lightning bending together well Gaz trains and Soap watches its an excuse for him to get soaked in the rain. Soap sometimes helps with his postures tho so no Price he is not here to just to get soaked thank you. One time Soap brought out (made Price buy/make them bc it was an experiment and i promise its safe) other types of elements that color change a fires color just to see if he can make Gaz have rainbow fire.

Soap and Ghost Air and Water. While air has more compatiblity with fire to work with. Soap and Ghost makes it work they are both ever changing elements. They use their elements in combat as a distraciton they make mist, they make vortexes they make pressured water they make little water droplets together just for Ghost to turn them to ice when they start falling and Soap makes their way by changing the air currents. They probably try to come up with new stuff on their spare times. Soap was also the reason Ghost started back in the healing bussiness he always came with wounds but the last stike to the thin threat of Ghost's dedication on not using healing ever was in Las Almas after getting shot Soap's bullet wound needed healing and it needed it fast. The bullet was lodged in there (Soap was just greatfull it didnt come anywhere near his chakras) But he was loosing blood faster and well what if he waited last minute to tell Ghost that he had anemia it wasnt his fault that he remembered that just before passing out! Ghost was forced to use his healing and well even though he was a bit rough from lack of usage he managed to treat the wound as best as he can (he was really glad it was fullmoon and rained that day) And that was start of a something new something fragile after all water is the element of change. Also he only uses the healing on Soap and well who is to say he took this as an adventage to hangout with Ghost more and run away from the medical nurses he always that knows his name by now. He may love needles but he loves hanging out with Ghost and feeling of his cool but somehow also warm waterbending on his skin...

This is all i got as of now my brain is out of juice. all of the juice that is left is saying:

Price and Ghost earth n water plant :0 mud mud mud mud >:) Ghost and Gaz cancel each other out Ghost teaches Gaz how to warm himself up underwater bc Firebenders body heat goes down faster then others. Price and Soap weed. JKJK Price makes marbles and Soap spins them omg they can be human machine gun together 🫢 Gaz can make blue fire. Price is tried of his kids and their bendings so he makes a earthbox for himself and the kids cry bc how dare you shun us out dad!!

Rudy waterbender(ice) Alejandro Firebender frfr

BUT YEAH IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY OTHER TOUGHTS ON THIS PLEASE SHARE PLEASE PLEASE also if u guys think differently on their bender types do tell me :D

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