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starryeyed-spacegirl · 7 months

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Beauty as Types of Daylight:

The Pale Dawn:

Quiet, gentle, and peaceful; her pace is slow and steady; her light is a pale glow that grows - you must take the time to sit with her to fully appreciate her beauty; isn’t very active on social media; tentative, like a deer- easy to startle and anxious; a worrier; she sits like patience on a monument; often approaches silent and unnoticed; takes the time to appreciate the little things in life; her pace is slow, and is often perceived as a person who lacks ambition (but remember the hare vs. the tortoise); often appears indecisive while in groups; hates being the center of attention; gives off a glow that permeates the air with peace and comfort; rarely asks for attention; content to live her life without reference to anyone; when comfortable, reveals a colorful personality and wonderful sense of humor; whimsical and charming; prefers to mind her own business; under the radar; has a specific morning ritual; doesn’t like to rush; in tune with nature; has her comfort person, and reveals herself exclusively to this person; talks softly; tries not to take up space (has a hard time accepting that she is allowed to take up space); appears withdrawn but is simply careful with how she spends her energy; surprisingly independent; in her mind exists a deep well of thoughts (which she rarely shares with the class); doesn’t like loud music; hates arguments and will do anything to stop them — including stuffing her own wants and needs; constantly seeking a harmonious environment; is tired out easily by people; retreats when stressed, anxious, or fatigued; easily becomes melancholy; careful and methodical; deceptively easy going; genuinely happy to go with the group; prone to passive aggressive behavior; secretly stubborn; when unhealthy: takes things too personally and makes people walk on eggshells; when healthy: extremely understanding and thinks the best of people; is the most loyal and understanding companion you could ask for; lives in the shades of grey; a soft, warm soul; appears delicate but is strong in spirit; love language: time spent.

Vibes: fairy circles in a meadow in the forest; Wes Anderson films; Hayao Miyazaki, Victorian England; Class: Druid; reading at a quiet coffee shop on the coast; barefoot in a field of flowers; cats curled up in a patch of sunlight

Colors: pastels: mossy green, butter yellow, robin’s egg blue; earth tones

Personality Profiles: Arwen; Hobbits; Elves; element: water; Anne (Persuasion); Master Yoda; Cinderella; Snow White; Hufflepuff; Type 6 and 9; Professor Lupin

Songs: “Kristofferson’s Theme” by Alexandre Desplat; “As Needed” by Beirut

Noonday Sun:

bright, bold, and strong; unflinching and unapologetic in her approach to life; her energy polarizes others like a magnetic force; Powerful: a bulldozer when unhealthy, or a fierce protector when healthy; she has no time for your bullshit; she is who she is; mood swings; loves hard; can be perceived as blunt or harsh: there are no blurred lines, only light and shadow, love and hate; tells things like she sees them, with little to no filter; volume control problems; tends not to catch subtle signals/ appear oblivious to certain social rules; enjoys life to its fullest; excellent at self care; will ignore you if she thinks you’re stupid and your opinions suck; cares about honor, chivalry, and justice; not afraid to make a mess; will break a few eggs to make the omelette; would rather learn first hand by making her own mistakes; jaded by life’s unfairness; a romantic at heart; easily overcome by her feelings, and cannot NOT express them with the same level of emotion she feels; interprets things more literally; unique and stylistic in her view of life; may have difficulty coming to terms with her power/ others have difficulty coming to terms with her power; if you abuse her trust, she’ll never forgive or forget; seeks (and often struggles) to find her own unique path in life; often misunderstood and mistreated; leader of procrastination nation; will invade your space; will take up space, no apologies; her sarcasm often comes off as serious; has savage burns; once you earn her loyalty, she will burn the world down for you; hates fads (is low key hipster, though she hates that too); drowns her feelings of they feel too big; either looks pulled together or pulled apart; will fight like a bulldog for what she believes in; blazing eyes and stubborn chin; hyper fixator; stubborn; she is valuable and loved because of her strength - she is also often pushed away because of it; Loves big; A feeler; vibe checker; love language: physical touch.

Vibes: Medieval times; Arcane (League of Legends); Vikings; the 1980-1990s; Class: barbarian; thunderstorms; late night drives to the beach, windows down music blaring; doc martens

Colors: CMYK

Personality profile: element: fire; Gryffindor; Type 4 and 8; Thor Odinson and Valkyrie; Anakin Skywalker; B’Elanna Torres; Mandalorians; Sirius Black; Ginny Weasley

Songs: “Middle Finger” by Bohnes; “Seize the Power” by YONAKA

Golden Hour:

Soothing, warm, supportive; she knows how to make people feel good about themselves; cares about people and wants them to feel seen and heard; a great listener; popular and friendly; prefers to shine the spotlight as opposed to being in spotlight; supportive of dreams and ideas; often runs out of energy for her own problems because she’s too busy worrying about everyone else’s problems; despises exclusivity- everybody should be included; toxic trait: claims she doesn’t need the credit for her hard work, but becomes resentful if her work is not acknowledged; supportive; when healthy: wise and balanced; when unhealthy: self important and self righteous; understands people/ compassionate; has a hard time being vulnerable; hates being seen as inept/ careful not to make any missteps; feels selfish if she talks about herself for too long; thinks self care means only doing productive things; had difficulty setting boundaries; love language: acts of service; sees the world as a mission field; dry, quick wit; savior complex; excellent at noticing the little things about people that are often overlooked; attention to detail; often thinks her way is the best way; grounded and stable; easy going confidence; prefers a supportive role as opposed to a lead; hard on herself; perfectionist- and often projects that onto others while under stress; has an obsession with how she’s being perceived; she glows with a light that gilts all she touches in gold; struggles with wanting to control everything; committed to a strong belief system; isn’t interested in the theoretical; a servant leader; has trouble sitting still to enjoy the present; thinks she has to do things in order to be worthy of love and attention; the biggest heart you’ll ever see; quick to laugh and smile

Vibes: Joshua Tree at sunset; the Renaissance; The Way, Way Back (film); sunshine breaking through the trees; the afterglow of a core memory being made; a protective hug;

Colors: jewel tones

Personality profile: Phil Coulson; Pepper Potts; Obi Wan Kenobi; class: Paladin; element: earth; Type 1 and 2; The Jedi Order; Captain Janeway; the mom friend; Mon Mothma; Dumbledore;

Songs: “A place Only You Can Go” by NEEDTOBREATHE; “Roslyn” by Bon Iver

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dapurinthos · 22 days

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lucasfilm story group i have some questions for you regarding timelines and the tenacity of a person who has been dealing with the debate surrounding precision dating of the 'minoan' eruption for a decade and a half.

- yoda, issue 10: the cave

yes, it's the cave on dagobah, infamous for fucking with whoever enters it. but! yoda didn't know yaddle was dead until this point. regarding the veracity of the cave's visions: yoda's previous encounter with the cave showed him the fall of the jedi temple; luke's vision regarding vader was what would have happened if he had killed vader in anger—he would fall to the dark side, become sidious's apprentice, not the literal expression of himself in vader's suit but truth nonetheless; in the aphra comics, madelin sun also visits the cave and is also given truths.

and not just 'from a certain point of view'. the narrative pushes these parts of the visions as objective truths. the additional bits (yoda drowning in the skeletal remains of the victims of order 66, vader as the expression of the empire as he's the face of it to luke) are the baggage you bring with you.

so, after that little detour into what counts as truth and what counts as inference, the timeline, prior to the release the living force should be:

32BBY, c. PM: Valorum dispatches Sifo-Dyas and Silman to Oba Diah.

PM - 1W*: Trade Federation blockades Naboo. [QP]**

PM/0: Invasion begins; Obi-Wan& Qui-Gon on Naboo by twilight that evening [NA]***.

PM+1: Arrival in Theed the next day; flee Naboo; hyperspace jump to Tatooine takes a little over an hour****; arrive in Tatooine at midday [NA]; reach Mos Espa before mid-afternoon [NA]; meet Anakin & Shmi.

PM+2: Boonta Eve Classic; leave for Coruscant in afternoon (~3 hour trip****). The implication is that a night is passed while travelling to Coruscant, shown by night on Naboo and Anakin having trouble sleeping on the ship [NA].

PM+3: Arrival on Coruscant (day); Senate shenanigans; Dooku deletes Kamino from Jedi Archives, talks with Qui-Gon (assuming concurrent with Senate shenanigans, mid-afternoon if the light is from a window and not a glow panel); High Council tests Anakin (sunset - twilight) departure for Naboo.

PM+4: Chancery election; Battle of Naboo; Qui-Gon killed by Maul.

PM+6?: Dooku kills Yaddle.*****

PM+7: Qui-Gon's funeral, evening [NA].

PM+8: Parade in Theed.

PM+????: Sifo-Dyas shot down on Oba Diah moon.

* pm: phantom menace; +/- indicates the time, in days, in relation to the beginning of the film, unless otherwise noted (w for week). ** [QP]: information gained from queen's peril novel. *** [NA]: information gained from novel adaptation. **** how do i know it was 3 hours? i did the assigned homework. ***** this one is a bit squiffy, as we don't know exactly which day the council departed for naboo. the novelization says qui-gon's funeral was three days after the battle, and there hasn't been anything stated elsewhere to change this. it's the next day, at the very least, as the battle of naboo took up the whole previous day, but it could also be the same day as qui-gon's funeral, depending on when the council departed.

Meanwhile, the other sources:

Star Wars Timelines: he totes died 32BBY, after the Invasion of Naboo. The Living Force: timeline what timeline lol?

this is not helped by the reasoning behind the Coruscant reckoning system, canon's new calendar, being based on 'vibes' until they decided to do actual dates for Andor. because the date for the 0 point of the B/ABY calendar is now about 127 days into the Coruscant reckoning year because they ~vibed~ Leia's arrest warrant going out/the Battle of Scarif as happening on 7977.331.3.

I miss the old calendar. It was nice, and simple, and had lovely intercalary holidays. none of these decimals, none of these 'yeah it's totes a 365-day calendar like ours. no leap years. no we're not telling you about months. no, ignore the previous thing we said was canon, it's definitely not 10 months of 7 weeks of 5 days, 3 fete weeks, 3 extra holidays, adding up to 368 days. i have spent too many hours of my life trying to figure this out.

#fifth quarter #star wars: the living force spoilers #keeping up with the skywalkers #star wars timelining #for reference #and this isn't even going into the line about the felucia conflict happening in the #which would put it at the end of the year around solstice - new year fete #this tool is not USEFUL mr hidalgo it is the OPPOSITE of useful it is an UNtool

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cookon1 · 2 months

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joyfulshopping · 10 months

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polynesianshirt · 11 months

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Could you talk more about your gumbo jar jar au or the frog one? 🐸

hm on close review the frog promise draft is a now redundant drabble from this au. Here it is in its entirety:

“I will never join you,” Luke said with a sneer of disgust.

Palpatine, as well as the nearby politicians, Jedi masters, and reporters were taken aback.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning, Master Jedi,” the Senator said incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you consider yourself separate from the Republic? I know the Jedi Council had disavowed recognizing you but I never could have imagined...” he trailed off, leaving the crowd to murmur in alarm.

“I mean I will never join the Sith,” the rogue master replied calmly. “I imagine you’re responsible for the traces of the dark side I felt amongst the trade federation leaders.”

“The Sith...I see.” Palpatine took a step back, deliberately reassuring tone and alarmed expression clearly indicated that he suspected the man before him of insanity. “It’s been a very long day and you clearly intended to do good by my humble home world. Perhaps your fellow Jedi can take you to the healers so you can-”

“Why are you working alongside a Sith Lord?” Luke cut off the Senator and addressed Grandmaster Yoda directly.

“A Sith Lord, you say?” Master Yoda replied. “A most serious allegation, this is.”

Basically, Luke derails the Naboo Crisis by absolutely annihilating the trade federation army, only realizing after the fact when and where he is. This means that Padme turns right around from Tatooine and never voices her vote of no-confidence. Now, Palpatine probably had contingency plans in place, but the public accusation by a Jedi of being responsible for the crisis in the first place, despite absolutely no evidence, hurts his image enough that he’s not going to win a vote, because people will think it’s a power grab.

And it’s funny cause it’s true but Luke only barely knows that! He’s just accusing Palpatine of being behind the first evil thing he sees and he fuckin happens to be right!!!

Anyway Luke doesn’t focus on Palpatine; there are like 10,000 other Jedi around. He commits himself first and foremost to completing his training with Master Yoda because sometime Yoda just dies and fades into thin air so, you know! He’s not going to procrastinate on that again!

He goes before the council and humbly asks to be taken on Yoda’s student (this is right before Qui-Gon can ask about Anakin- literally, Anakin and Qui-Gon are in the waiting room). He gives several extremely vague banthashit explanations of who he is ‘I’m a follower of the Force,’ where he comes from ‘the Force sent me,’ and why they should train him when he’s way too old ‘the Force willed it.’ Yoda is somewhat impressed because those are some real unhelpfully wise answers and- here’s the kicker- Luke actually believes them!

He is really committed to being a Jedi! Is 110% all about being a luminous being! This is several years after return of the Jedi and Luke has pretty much just been hanging out in force temples meditating with ghosts so he has quintessential Jedi vibes, he just knows jackshit about anything!

What really clinches it for Yoda is the fact that his robe pocket starts squirming and he pulls out a live Nabooian Salt Frog. And hands it to Yoda like, “These are one of your favorites right? :) I saw it and I thought of you :)”

Now Yoda- let’s step back a second. Yoda is old. Yoda, in his youth, was a bit more feral. He’s a top level predator and the order has always celebrated diversity and being true to your origins! He’s hunted with Tortugans on Shili! He’s unhinged his jaw with Besalisks on Ojom!

But as the Republic’s boundaries caved in on themselves, he was more and more put into contact with Core senators who tend to be unnerved by more, ah, carnivorous tendencies. And the more he was put into high level positions by virtue of being really frickin old, the more restrained he became in his public behavior.

Decades passed and younglings who only ever knew his more ‘harmless-prank’ feral tendencies were increasingly shocked and scared to see him occasionally unhinge his jaw to eat a scrocodile whole. Some of the prey-origin younglings from that field trip actually avoided him for the rest of the their lives.

So. Yoda is still a carnivore- but- in private. With his padawans and his closest peers. But his closest peers age and die and his padawans get younger and smaller as the decades pass. He took on two herbivorous padawans in a row and as a result restrained himself from openly hunting with another soul for around for 50 years.

And then there’s Dooku. ‘Ah a human,’ he thinks. ‘They hunt sometimes. Well. They’re omnivores at least.’

And Dooku is- and I’m not saying this to shame Dooku- but he’s prissy. He likes...neatness. He’s not afraid of violence but force forbid it’s untidy. So when Yoda, excited to get his ambush predation on, takes 14 year old Dooku who’s barely ever left the sterile confines of Coruscant on a trip to a swamp world- yeaaahh it doesn’t go well. Dooku- he doesn’t mean to, honestly. How would he even know that Yoda might be sensitive about things? He’s Yoda.

But Dooku sobbing openly and puking a little in a bush and running away from Yoda because his Master is terrifying and gross. It... kind of puts the nail in the coffin for Yoda being open about that side of himself. He doesn’t really have it in him to try again. People’s view of him is too fixed, they can’t handle him also being a flesh creature so he focuses on the luminous side of him which is and always was, genuinely, more important than him.

And that’s been the last 100 years or so. The thrill of a live kill is just a little piece of himself that he meditates away and that’s ok. He has the force. He has the order. He’s old anyway, a real hunt would probably hurt his joints.

And then in comes Luke, radiating Light and earnestness and Jedi serenity while also holding out a very tasty looking live frog. And Yoda realizes Dooku’s not around, he’s surrounded by a council he trusts and respects and likes, none of whom are 14 year olds, all of whom have seen the galaxy and seen worse. He is almost seizing the moment but there’s a little part of him that shriveled up when Dooku cried that’s having a hard time accepting this.

“Want it for yourself, you do not?” Yoda cackles, playing off the offer.

Luke smiles sheepishly and pulls out another live frog. “I was saving it for later. Forgive me Master, your senses are keen as ever I see.”

And Yoda...it’s not about the bribe, really, so much as the symbolism, and it’s not about the flattery either, but darn is the kid really pulling out the stops to make himself likable. And he is a kid, to Yoda anyway. Everyone is these days. What does he care about numbers when there’s a boy smiling like his third padawan, an adorable Rodian who took great delight in their more amphibious and wild missions?

Yoda snatches one of the frogs and slowly raises it in a parody of a toast. Luke does the same. The rest of the council quietly watches in various shades of bewilderment and bemusement.

They’re not actually going to eat that right? Mace thinks. Ugh I hate frogs the skin is so slimy. Shaak Ti thinks. I cannot believe they’re not even offering me one. Yaddle thinks.

And Yoda bites the head off the frog in a quick snap of his jaws, the rest following rapidly. Luke does the same- a slight assist from the force helping his less specialized mandible tear through skin and bone in a well practiced move. He chews slower, but finishes the frog soon enough, the rest of the council looking on with deep uncertainty and a tiny bit of hunger, but no actual fear. They’re Jedi Masters; they’ve eaten everywhere, it’s just a little weird for a human to be eating a live animal and Yoda as far as anyone knew only ate stew and also they were in the middle of a council meeting.

Yoda belches and Luke smiles genially.

“Take you on as my padawan learner, I will. Much to learn you have, much to teach you, I do.”

Luke beams. The council looks on in shock.

“Master Yoda,” Mace Windu says hesitantly, “He’s clearly in his late 20s, at the earliest. If this is about the... frog thing-”

“Was a pleasant surprise, the frog. The reason for my decision, it is not. Had some training already, he has. Know each other before this day, we do. Taking over for a Master passed into the force, I am merely. Our custom, this is.”

Luke bows lowly and an initiate is summoned to escort him to the quartermasters and then the long-empty padawan suite next to Yoda’s chambers.

Qui-Gon and Anakin are brought in and. Well. It’s a little hard for them to simply reject the boy after Yoda just pulled that stunt. He’s sent to the initiates dorm, eventually. Mace Windu has a headache from the shatterpoints blinking in and out of existence. Shaak Ti is delighted to discuss a hunting trip with Master Yoda and his new padawan learner Luke Svader.

The force dances.

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tragedy-for-sale · 2 years

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Far From Orbit

In which Anakin is obsessed with the holonet and Obi-Wan is exhausted and embarrassed.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

Obi-Wan and Anakin were like brothers. Obi-Wan raised him while he himself was still being raised. Obi-Wan was not much older but old enough. It was something he could handle. "-At least that's what they tell me, you often prove them wrong." Obi-Wan signed.

"That sucks bruh." Anakin shrugged, "They lied to you. Ain't cool at all fam." Anakin shook his head, pulling out a lollipop. "Lying ain't the vibe."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow then rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's just get this over with." He guided Anakin into the council room.

"Master Obi-Wan, padawan Skywalker." Yoda spoke.

"Yoooo-" Anakin waved. Obi-Wan's head shot down in embarrassment, sighing as he patted Anakin on the back. When he looked up, he felt his face flush at the sight of Yoda's curious expression.

"The sunglasses, he insisted on wearing." Obi-Wan began to explain, "As for the lollipop-"

"Worry not, Obi-Wan." Yoda inturrupted. "Padawan Skywalker, brief your mission, you will." Anakin's head shot up

"I gotchu." Anakin smiled, taking off his sunglasses revealing a little bruise. "Aight, so there we were, straight vibin' and live, laugh, loving, but then-"

Yoda's attention shifted from Anakin to Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan whose jaw had dropped and was flooding with fear and embarrassment. Obi-Wan who was shaking and using all his strength not to inturrupt.

"-then Obi yo-yo was all like, 'No! My feelings,' 'n' up and passes out on me? But I'm very reliable so naturally-"

Yoda looked to Mace Windu and cracked a smile, not just at Skywalker's report but Obi-Wan too. They did believe Obi-Wan capable of training a padawan, but they did not make mention of this. Obi-Wan had always been a nervous little thing, the two knew, he always wanted to be exactly what everyone else wanted to see. And as Anakin failed to fit the mold others wanted as Obi-Wan had, he fell apart.

"I knew I couldn't handle it on my own, but my home boy was up and was woke-"

Obi-Wan face-palmed, his face a bright red as he turned away from Master Yoda. Feeling his stomach twist and turn, he felt so embarrassed. He wanted to cry, so uncomfortable was he that ants were eating him alive. But he couldn't say anything, all he did was grit his teeth as breathing became a little harder.

"-Boom! Successful mission report, down and done, dog!" Anakin put the sunglasses back on, spun in a circle and crossed his arms, striking a super cool battle pose. "The drip is real with you Master Windu, so cool." Anakin complimented him, getting a laugh out of Windu and other council members.

"Very good, Padawan Skywalker." Yoda smiled, entertained by the young boy. "Master Obi-Wan, anything to add, have you?" Yoda looked up and he found the young Jedi clenching his stomach with a look of pure distraught. He was terribly tense.

"No-" He whimpered, feeling a lump in his throat and his face burning. "T-that's all." Obi-Wan's voice squeaked as he tried so hard not to cry. Anakin recognized that sound, he had grown to fear it, his head shot up to look at his master, completely oblivious to his master's dismay until now.

"Master Obi?" Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's robe, tugging on it slightly. "-are you okay?" He whispered not so quietly. Obi-Wan looked down and cracked a nervous smile, trying so hard to be okay. It was okay, they weren't in trouble. Anakin did what he was asked and everything was okay. His smile twitched as tears started pouring out and Anakin's expression changed instantly. "D-did I do something wrong?" This whisper was true.

Obi-Wan let out another squeak as his heart and mind raced, he couldn't think and he couldn't breath, he couldn't move and he couldn't speak, but everything was okay. Everything was okay he didn't understand why he wasn't okay. Why wasn't he okay? He didn't have any reason not to be okay, so why wasn't he okay? Why couldn't he just be okay? I just want to be okay I don't wanna feel like this-

"Anakin," the friendly voice of Mace Windu spoke, Anakin didn't even notice he had approached until Mace was taking Anakin out of the room.

"Obi-Wan." Yoda spoke, "Lively, Anakin is, but he did what he was asked, did he not?"

Obi-Wan looked up, then looked for Anakin. Looking at the door and realized they had taken Anakin from him without him knowing, without his permission. They took Anakin from him, on instinct, Obi-Wan turned to head out the door to go get his padawan, but Yoda's voice made him stay. "H-he did." Obi-Wan forced out.

"Yet you are upset. Failed, he did not." Yoda looked at Obi-Wan, with patient and understanding eyes. But it was those same eyes that drove Obi-Wan insane.

"I- that's not-" Obi-Wan shook his head, "I can't do this!" He screamed suddenly. "I thought I could do it, Qui-Gon told me I must and it was a task I took upon myself. I thought I could do it, I thought that I could train a padawan but I don't know what I'm doing Master Yoda, I don't know how to deal with him crying for his mother in the night, I don't know how to handle him constantly getting himself into trouble, I don't even know how to get him to take bath!" Obi-Wan screamed but those screams soon became crys and he fell to his knees, "I can't- I can't even-" He shook his head, holding himself as he tried to figure out how he was failing.

The eyes of the council saw through Obi-Wan everytime he stood in front of them, he knew it was only a matter of time until he no longer could hold it in. This was not the first time he'd broken down in front of them, he was so incapable of holding it all in. He hated that about himself. "I'm sorry." His whispered after he stopped crying, for five minutes, he had cried and he hadn't stopped. All he did was cry, for that's all he could do. "I'm sorry." He whispered again, shaking his head, afraid to look up.

"Training a padawan is hard Obi-Wan, but not impossible" Master Mundi spoke suddenly, "You are training a Jedi while raising a child, if you need help, it does not mean you have failed, it simply means you need help."

Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair as he let out a sigh, then wiping his eyes. He let out a heavy breath as he scanned the room with watery eyes, "I... I've been gone too long, I need to go back to Anakin, i can't leave him alone for long unless I tell him, he needs to know I'll be back, he'll, he'll freak out unless he knows when I'll be back of else he'll lose sleep waiting-" Obi-Wan muttered as he got up, shaking his head and wiping his eyes as he turned to leave.

Yoda looked to his fellow Jedi, concern filling as they knew it was best to let Obi-Wan simply leave. Leave he did. "Obi-Wan!" Anakin ran towards his master and gave him a hug. "I'm sorry if I got you in trouble, I didn't mean to, I don't know what I did-" Anakin cried. Obi-Wan shook his head, shushing Anakin as he picked him up.

"You didn't do anything wrong Anakin, you did great." Obi-Wan spoke softly, wiping Anakin's tears away. Anakin frowned, sensing the sorrow in his master. He wanted to keep asking, noticing the puffiness and redness of his master's face. But perhaps he'd said enough. Instead, he laid his head down on Obi-Wan's shoulder as they headed down the hall.

Anakin tugged tightly on his master's robes, wanting to say something, wanting to mention that fact he'd heard all his master had screamed, that he heard all his master's crys. That he'd caused. He wanted to be a good padawan, he wanted to be a Jedi. He wanted to do good, to go back and free all the slaves, to free his mother, he wanted to do so much good. But he didn't know how. Anakin looked up, "Master?"

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan stopped, looking down, Anakin scanned his master, trying so hard to think of what he could say to make it all okay, to promise Obi-Wan he'd never make him cry again, to be better, but all he could say was,

"We're gonna be okay."

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#ya'll ever write a fic you're actually proud of??#livelaughlovingrightnow #but Obi-Wan isn't #he grew into his confidence overtime #Anakin was responsible for some of it #also #yes #padawan Anakin speaks like that and I will not elaborate #sorry not sorry #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars #sw

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putschki1969 · 3 years

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KEIKO / 【Official】Nobody Knows You -Music Video-

KEIKO 4th Digital Single『Nobody Knows You』 2021.09.15 Release KEIKO: Vocals Satoshi Oka: Guitar solo Yuki Mizuno: Cello Yosuke Saito: Lyrics, composition, arrangement, bass, side guitar (Source) ※https://avex.lnk.to/KEIKO_Nobody

On ‘Nobody Knows You’, KEIKO crafts a fantastical world of sound built on an atmosphere of sadness and sorrow, with a melody line that expresses the core strength of the heart, delivered with an overwhelmingly powerful vocal performance that could only come from KEIKO and her musical experience to date. The result is a song with a lasting sense of beauty.

【Comment from KEIKO】 “When I started my solo activity, I had a vague notion that I wanted to sing a song that was ‘dark’, and this is the song that I ended up choosing. ‘Nobody Knows You’ contains a message about having the confidence to live life your own way, no matter what the situation. At a time where we are expected to temper our emotions, I want to value the priceless freedom of being able to move the heart through singing.”

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Ahh, I KNEW those pictures were from an MV shoot and I had a feeling it would be an MV for “Nobody Knows You”. The video clip looks so freaking cool and sexy. Love that gritty urban setting. Keiko in a long leather coat/cape!! *dies* Keiko in a high ponytail! *dies some more*. Keiko in a full-body fishnet dress *is officially dead. The entire outfit gives off strong futuristic/dystopian vibes, digging it!

I wonder if they are planning to eventually release the full PV?? PLEASE!!!! Give me more of this!

On a side note, the producer of Keiko’s MV, Takuma Sato, posted a cryptic tweet where he mentions an “album that is going to be released soon”. I am guessing he is referring to Keiko here and not himself...? Ahhhh, so excited, hopefully we will get an announcement soon.

Keiko’s producer Haruo Yoda also briefly mentions in his latest Instagram post that a 2nd album is already in the works. It will apparently have very real, gritty and indie vibes. Stop teasing us! I need this NOW!

#kalafina #keiko #video #keiko solo work #nobody knows you #I am dead

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asafeplacetorest · 3 years

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a little ramble about the show ‘the mandalorian’

okay so i recently finished the mandalorian and i NEED to write about how amazing it is; there is a LOT to unpack! there will be spoilers: so go forth at your own risk! all of these are my opinions on the show and i am no expert on star wars; half of this will be incoherent but i do hope you enjoy it if you choose to read it :D!

din djarin:

a mandalorian bounty hunter, who was specifically made to look ‘weather-beaten’ and has very clearly been through and done unimaginable things. a hardened character who’s job is clearly to catch (people?) and bring them in.

this is a bounty hunter by profession, so not the pinnacle of morality but wow what a guy!!! pedro pascal (the sweetheart) made him emotionally accessible and someone the audience could understand. even with a full body of armour and helmet, he is expressive in his head movements, when he pauses and what he does.

i loved in the first episode when he interacted with his bounty, it’s clear that he’s just doing business and takes no overt pleasure in catching him; he is brutal and clean with his capture and honest with everything he says when he can be. there is never unnecessary violence on his part.

this lone wolf, bounty hunter type is quite common in films and cinematic universes like star wars, and they often fall into toxic masculine tropes, where they’re emotionally repressed, rough with everyone and generally prickly people. BUT with din, there is a difference and all the rough and tough personality things come from when he has to be- he is never once rude to anyone and the way he interacts with grogu (baby yoda) is so gentle, caring and he accommodates baby yoda’s needs and wants when possible.

a small detail that particularly struck me was in the scene where grogu reaches towards to (ball?) on top of the lever and instead of throwing grogu the ball, as would be done to maintain rough man vibes, he carefully places it by grogu.

also the only times he is willing to leave grogu is when he thinks it will be for his own good; unlike the reluctant father characters who have this whole ‘i’m not ready to be a father’ existential crisis, din accepts that he is now the father figure and does his best to raise grogu and deliver him to a good place.

another thing i ADORE about the character of din is the way he interacts with everyone; treating all those he meets with respect and never going over their boundaries with no ulterior motives or anything- he is a straight forward guy (and i found him likable but this is subjective). the way he interacts with the women in the show is also awesome- there isn’t that dismissive demeanor we are so accustomed to seeing when the men talk to the female characters: he treats them all as strong, capable characters and respects their boundaries without any kind of funny business, unlike the james bond types that i am so over.

something else i absolutely adored about his raising grogu was how he placed next to no pressure on him. think about it- grogu has demonstrated the ability to do some dope hand magic stuff and this is a skill that could’ve solved almost all the dilemmas that they were in, but he doesn’t expect grogu to get themselves out of it, or ‘pull his own weight’. grogu, despite being amazingly powerful, is allowed to be a child, and din (and the others) take full responsibility of protecting grogu without any expectations from him. the exception to this is when greef asks grogu to do the magic hand thing to get them out of all being m*rdered, but when grogu can’t do it, they immediately move on and don’t press it. parenting done right, i think.

religious connotations:

another thing is mandalorians in general, and the many parallels with them and muslims and jewish people.

to elaborate; din’s group of mandalorians do not remove their armour and helmet in front of other living beings, and some muslims don’t remove their hijabs, niqabs, and burkas in front of men that they aren’t married to. din later finds some mandalorians (the group led by bo-katan) who are comfortable taking off their helmets in front of other people, but wear it most of the time, and kept their armour on for all the time they were on screen- which is a flexibility that exists in muslims: some people prefer wearing their hijabs, niqabs and burkas, and some people wear it sometimes and some not at all. din originally thinks that this meant that they weren’t ‘real’ mandalorians, but soon overcomes this.

there was also boba fett who does not follow the ‘creed’, but is mandalorian. with this in particular, i think this no longer coincides with islam because it iis a requirement that you believe in a g-d. however, this does seem to have parallels with judaism because there are secular jewish people (i am a goy so if a jewish person tells me that this is wrong, i will accept that), and those who are jewish through inheritance.

the way that din is treated also, sadly, reflects the attitude to the religions in modern society. for example, everyone being surprised when they see a mandalorian, and not having seen one before because of a terrible event where a lot of them were k*lled and even now, they have a target on their backs- which is sadly the reality for jewish people

and with the disrespect from lots of characters towards his armour and helmet- trying to forcibly remove his helmet and armour without his consent, and keep them as prizes, which is sadly the reality for muslims in western countries.

directors:

now for the directors, writers, producers and the lot, they did NOT disappoint.

deborah chow- a woman of colour who loves action; she lead the action scenes and as a martial artist, i was impressed and LOVED watching the fight scenes and fighting styles. through the lense of a woman, action scenes are different- and a very welcome difference. each woman had a different fighting style (death by thighs is awesome and i love it, but it’s over-used and over-sexualised and there are more styles out there). cara dune was brutal and used her strength in fights (side note: i loved that she was allowed to be muscly and strong), and the fight scenes had no strategically ripped clothing and pain p*rn where women are moaning when they’re in pain or arching their bodies in random and unrealistic positions mid fight or when they’re in pain. action scenes through the lens of deborah was refreshing and i loved every scene. the female characters were amazing and fennec shand brought me life with her fighting and as an unapologetically strong assassin, and the mandalorian women- gosh i could go on about the women from this show forever- gin played cara dune amazingly (i could go on forever about how well suited she was, and how the way she played dune empowered me and inspired me but i’d get emotional).

favreau’s vision for this show was the driving force and honestly his hiring these amazing directors from so many different backgrounds, who are all GOOD people and amazing at what they do, and getting them working together as a team? he’s a legend.

taika waititi brought a funny touch to it, and you can see the similarities in styles with thor:ragnorok.

bryce seems like she was involved in theatre before this and so focused on the acting, as one would in theatre. someone new to series and films would bring a certain energy with them when interacting with the actors and with spotlighting important details and you can clearly see this with the episodes she had most influence in. i loved her influence so much!

rick brings his own unique perspectives too; he’s a person of colour who isn’t used to working in series who was a life-long star wars fan, who really wanted to give the viewers an understanding of the depth of all the characters. with the topics of war and police states and so many different people with different lives on different sides and walks of life, he really humanised them and breathed life into them.

george lucas was obviously not present, but i think his influence was present through dave. dave, having worked on avatar the last airbender (which tells you enough about how great of a person he is) and the clone wars directly with lucas, brings this energy and love for star wars synonymous to a child’s point of view- something i assume he picked up from working from nickelodeon, or perhaps this is just something he always had! he made it star wars, and the props used were also practically replicated from the original films (something my partner pointed out to me), like the camera droid that let din into the military base in the beginning.

relationships:

also cara dune and greef karga’s (side note: love carl weathers and how he is aware, as an actor that the roles you portray, you are endorsing- and the emotional intelligence on this guy is just ground-breaking) relationship gives me life! usually, when a man and a woman team up as partners to defeat something, and the woman is badass and does the beating up- the male counterpart is portrayed as a nerd who is incapable of fighting (think kim possible), because that must be the only reason that the woman is doing the fighting. but when cara dune cleans up the town by basically beating up bad guys, karga happily tells din that it was dune who did it and karga is still shown to be a badass dude who can handle his own in the following scenes when they are going to the military base!!! i loved this so much :D! to top this off, the connection and respect that carano and weathers have for each other in real life definitely carried across into their characters, it was gorgeous.

also!! the four badass women working together in synchrony made me so excited! when they went to cause a distraction in the ship, they worked so well together and were all real characters that supported one another! all female action crew being super cool and dope ass fight scenes??? sign me the hECK up!

anyway the mandalorian is the goat, thank you for listening

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strangetaletimemachine · 3 years

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Vibe-spotting: INFJ

>> “Wait, you’re an introvert?!” Of all the 16 types, INFJ is the hardest to spot. While they could be seen daydreaming in the shadows, they may also be the life of the party. Because they are curious about the human mind, enjoy learning about and understanding people, and are invested in their friendships, they’re the most outgoing and social out of all the introvert types, to the point where they’ll have others fooled into thinking they’re an extrovert. But if you examine their patterns more closely, you’ll realize they are indeed true introverts, internally-focused individuals who need alone time to recharge. Because they are so perfectionistic, they’ll only socialize when “mentally prepared,” as socializing requires a lot of effort for them. Last minute hangouts are not their cup of tea; they prefer to arrive put-together and “ready” to engage. When busy introverting, they’ll hide for days to recuperate and you won’t see them, and will emerge only when they have the energy: thus presenting a perfectly crafted picture of themselves to others as being social or charismatic ALL. THE. TIME. At 1% of the population, INFJs are the rarest and most easily misunderstood type, and the “veil” of extroversion makes them even harder to pin down.

Even though they may be quite social, respecting their (oftentimes unrecognized) need for space and solitude is a must; they can become burnt out and irritable if they don’t get enough alone time.

>> May seem slightly menacing or intimidating. May initially seem cold, as if they’re judging you, but that’s because they’re working out who you are with eerie accuracy and hope to advocate for you. Once they do, assuming they like you, they’ll unrelentingly support your visions, help you reach your full potential, and encourage you to be your highest self. They are actually quite friendly, peaceful, and warm-hearted. They can be unexpectedly pushy and forceful for an introvert, hence the “J” in INFJ.

>> Something otherworldly about them, they seem to have an inherent wisdom (hence INFJs are often portrayed in fiction as characters such as Dumbledore, Gandalf, Yoda). They dance to their own rhythm, seem a bit psychic, can predict how situations will unfold frighteningly well. This also applies to social situations, though they can have random socially clueless/ oblivious moments.

>> Can seem accessible on the surface, but is secretly very private. You’ll think you’ve gotten to know them, only to discover another layer. Despite being guarded themselves, they can be quite probing in getting to know *you,* which they’ll do with keen insight and perceptiveness. You may find you feel more comfortable revealing your true thoughts and secrets to an INFJ than you do other types. The fact that they’re able to be so highly accomplished and bring so much energy into living out their goals and dreams only contributes to the aura of mystery. Although they’re daydreamers with vivid imaginations, they are equal parts dreamer and doer.

>> The most cerebral, intellectual, and rational out of all the Feeler types.

>> Often staring off into the distance, zoning out. But when they really *look* at you their gaze is intense and penetrating as if they’re x-raying your soul. However that same that same gaze can also make you feel safe and adored.

>> Can get irritable if they feel their time is being wasted. They often seem slightly restless as if they’re always on a schedule. (Hence the “J”).

>> Take what they say at face-value. Don’t bother trying to ‘psychoanalyze’ them, you’ll only wind up more confused. Because they’re highly complex, you can be assured no one knows them better than themselves. They tend to avoid people who are unnecessarily critical or abrasive. This is primarily because as perfectionists, they are already so hard on themselves; they set high expectations for themselves and don’t like to let others down. They often have very specific reasons for doing the things they do, and act out of what they believe to be the best intentions, so others’ judgments may only contribute to their already present patterns of feeling misunderstood or isolated/alienated.

>> Express themselves better through writing, so may hide behind a screen as as a replacement for actual socializing. It’s okay to remind them that facebook messages and texts can’t replace face-to-face interaction.

>> Dressed simply but well.

>> Best matches: other INFJ, INTJ, INFP, INTP, ENTP, ENFJ, ENFP

#meyers briggs #MBTI #INFJ #introvert

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glimmerglanger · 4 years

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*casts sneaky vote in for Spicy September* only because of the alliteration and not cause it’s sooner I swear... also a prompt idea- role reversal, Padawan now Knight Kenobi abruptly figuring out his former Master is in love with him and taking action.

The dark, possessive role-swap AU won the vote last night to get posted today! (By a landslide). This prompt perhaps shifted the most as I was working on it. It is TECHNICALLY about recently knighted Obi-Wan, but their relationship started before that. Warnings for power imbalance, past/current (very) dubious consent, and Anakin just… being manipulative. Also, Obi-Wan is tipsy in this fic. Anakin is much darker than I usually write him, if that’s not what you’re looking for. Dead dove, do not eat, etc.

I also came up with far too extensive head-canons for the backstory in this, because it’s the first time I’ve really tried to write an Anakin over the age of thirty, you know? Trying to determine how he would grow and change after 10 more years of manipulation by Palpatine was a lot of fun (spoilers: it has not helped him), also imagining his relationship with Qui-Gon. (I stand by the idea that Anakin would have been a darker person in general if Qui-Gon had trained him).

SPICY, not safe for wizards (and other things starting with “w”), dirty talk, over stimulation, d/s vibes. PLEASE heed the warnings re: dubious (VERY) consent, power imbalances, etc. This is the longest note I have for any of the Spicy fics because it’s really the only one with warnings.

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Obi-Wan’s Knighting happened so quickly. It felt like one moment they were on Geonosis, fighting for their lives, and the next there was a war, they were back on Coruscant, and he was kneeling in front of the Council, Anakin’s hand on his shoulder.

The metal of Anakin’s new fingers felt cold, even through the glove he wore and Obi-Wan’s robes. He felt a hitch of guilt in his gut. It was his fault that his Master had lost a limb; if he’d just been a little faster, a little stronger, Dooku would not have taken him out of the fight.

But the brutal heat of Geonosis was behind them. There was nothing but the cool air of the Council chambers, the intent expressions of the Council members as he spoke his vows, as Anakin slid fingers up the side of his neck - prompting an inappropriate shiver, but his body remembered Anakin touching him that way in so many other situations - to grip his braid.

Obi-Wan’s heart raced, when Anakin cut through the hair, when Master Yoda smiled and told him to rise. He felt like he was dreaming, even as he stood and got a look at Anakin’s face - his expression seemed strange, unusually tense - and he gripped Obi-Wan tightly, when they embraced.

The rest of the day was a blur. The Council members all had words to say to him and his friends insisted on dragging him out of the Temple, afterwards, to celebrate. He felt Anakin’s gaze as he was tugged along, trying to call out an invitation, but something about the expression in Anakin’s eyes, dark and tense, made the words catch in his throat.

Obi-Wan was still thinking about that look when he made it back to the Temple, in the early hours of the morning. His head buzzed with drink, leaving him feeling loose as he went back to their quarters. He made no effort to be quiet as he entered; he felt Anakin’s mind - awake and restless - as he approached.

The lights were dim, when he entered their quarters. Anakin was standing over by the window, one hand braced on the wall, his shoulders a tight line, tunics gone so Obi-Wan could see the line of his spine, all the marks of different battles they’d fought together. Anakin’s hair hung loose, for once, across his shoulders. He was beautiful, so much so that for a moment Obi-Wan just stopped and stared.

Anakin asked, as the door shut behind Obi-Wan, “Have a good time?”

“Mm.” Obi-Wan shrugged. It had been nice, spending time with Aayla and the others. But he’d felt, throughout the entire evening, the tension coming off of Anakin through their bond. It had distracted him, keeping his thoughts always back on the Temple, on whatever was bothering his Master so much. He made his way across the room, asking, as he brushed a touch across Anakin’s arm, “Are you alright?”

Anakin turned away from the window without answering, all sudden movement, hard to track with Obi-Wan’s thoughts all blurred. Obi-Wan’s breath punched out, all in a rush, when Anakin pushed him against the wall.

Anakin was so close, one forearm on the wall by Obi-Wan’s head, his breath dancing across Obi-Wan’s cheeks. His eyes were dark in the dim light, capturing and holding Obi-Wan’s gaze. Obi-Wan shivered with anticipation, his body responding the way it always had when Anakin got like this. He could feel himself getting hard, without even being touched, really.

“Master,” he murmured, into the space between them, still not sure what to make of Anakin’s mood - he got into similar states often, quiet and intense, but Obi-Wan always managed to bring him back, Anakin said he was the only one who could--

Anakin made a sharp little sound, mouth twitching. “I’m not your Master anymore.” He said the words almost viciously, a curl of something dark rising in his thoughts, twining around Obi-Wan, leaving him with a shiver down his back. “And you’re not my Padawan,” Anakin added, shifting a little closer, nose sliding against Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I’ve been waiting all night to properly congratulate you, but we need to talk, first.”

“What--” Obi-Wan started, and Anakin kissed him, hard, brief.

When he pulled back, his eyes were burning. He said, low, an edge of desperation in this voice, “You’re still going to be mine, aren’t you, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan gasped, hands gripping at Anakin’s back, knowing exactly what Anakin needed to hear, feeling how much he needed to hear it, and rasping back, “Yes.”

He’d worried, the first time Anakin had said such things. Attachment and possession were not the Jedi way, but -- but everyone had said his Master was the Chosen One, and so, surely, Anakin knew what he was talking about, surely it was alright for Anakin to want him that way, just like it had been alright the first time Anakin pulled him close and kissed him, telling him, voice low and intense, afterwards, “You can’t tell the Council about this, Obi-Wan, neither of us can, or they’ll take you away from me, and I couldn’t bear that. Losing you would destroy me.”

Obi-Wan had never told anyone, not once, about the way his Master kissed him or - or any of the other things they did together.

Anakin made a hoarse sound, shifting to curl his fingers around Obi-Wan’s jaw, kissing him there, against the wall, hard and relentless. Obi-Wan hung onto him, melting into the embrace, because he knew what Anakin needed, when he got like this, his emotions flaring hot and demanding between them.

He knew exactly what his Master needed, and had always been the only one who could help.

Obi-Wan’s jaw ached, when Anakin broke the kiss. He was breathing hard, lower lip aching from Anakni’s parting nip. “You’re always going to be mine,” Anakin said, sucking kisses to his jaw, his hand sliding down. He no longer sounded like he was asking, only - only speaking fact into being, mouth hot on Obi-Wan’s throat as he nipped and sucked.

His Master liked to leave marks on him. Obi-Wan had learned that, long ago, and adjusted his garb appropriately. No one had asked why he started wearing the undertunic and high-necked shirts, but it was - was so important that no one see the dark stains on his neck, his shoulders, and--

“Say it,” Anakin rumbled, tugging at his belt, dropping it to the ground. Anakin shoved fabric back, out of the way, and the first time he’d made the request, years ago, Obi-Wan hadn’t known what it was Anakin needed to hear.

Those days were long past.

He gasped out, shivering and aching as Anakin set teeth against his skin, “I’m yours.”

Anakin’s emotions curled tighter around him, deepening. He tugged Obi-Wan’s tunics down, discarding them on the ground, trailing biting kisses out across his shoulder, rasping out, “That’s right, you’re mine. Not the Council’s.”

Anakin tore, roughly, at the closures on his trousers, shoving them down more with the Force than anything else. He curled fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock, strong and familiar and callused, and the first time Anakin had touched him like this, Obi-Wan hadn’t been able to believe it; it seemed impossible that Anakin would want him, but--

But Obi-Wan knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Anakin did. Anakin wanted him in a way he didn’t want anyone else in the galaxy. He - somehow - made Anakin happy, made him smile and - and Obi-Wan could give him what he needed, could help him, make him--

“Just yours,” Obi-Wan rasped, in dizzy confirmation, and Anakin made a pleased sound, dark and deep. Anakin ran a hand down his body, looking him over, as though there were any parts of Obi-Wan he hadn’t seen.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” Anakin rumbled, fingers brushing over marks left across Obi-Wan’s collarbone, his nipple. Obi-Wan shivered, breath getting faster from the look in Anakin’s eyes, from the way he said, “No one gets to touch you like this,” as he stroked Obi-Wan’s cock, proprietary, faster. “Not your little friends. Only I do.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure why they were talking about his friends. But, then, Anakin could get… strange, if Obi-Wan spent too much time with other people. He had so much weight on his shoulders. So much asked of him. The least Obi-Wan could do was be there for him, help him, give him what he needed, promise him, “Only you.”

“Force,” Anakin rasped, leaning forward to kiss him, filthily, stroking his cock, relentless, nothing but pure pleasure in the touch as he murmured, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Obi-Wan?” And all Obi-Wan could do was gasp out confirmation, shivering all over as his gut tightened and he spilled all over Anakin’s fingers.

Anakin leaned back a little, just staring down at him, before he said, thick, “On your knees.”

Obi-Wan shivered, responding automatically, still lost in a haze of pleasure. He sank down, murmuring, “Yes, Master,” from long, long habit, and listening to Anakin make a hoarse, hungry sound. Anakin may not have, technically, been his Master anymore, but--but he’d long ago grown accustomed to murmuring the words, to just… doing as Anakin said, obeying his Master.

“You look so good like this,” Anakin rasped, hand still braced on the wall, reaching out to cup Obi-Wan’s jaw with his other hand, thumb stroking across Obi-Wan’s bottom lip. Obi-Wan’s breath was coming fast, shaky, his head buzzing.

He opened his mouth without prompting, when Anakin let go, tugging himself free of his slacks, his cock hard already. Obi-Wan licked across his lips, making them slick, and felt his eyes flutter as Anakin slid into his mouth.

Anakin had taught him how to properly lick and suck, taught him how to relax into it, taught him how not to gag at the pressure against the back of his throat. Sometimes, Anakin wanted him to hollow his cheeks, to bob his head and linger. And, sometimes, Anakin wanted to grip the short strands of his hair, to tilt his head just so and to fuck into his mouth and throat.

Anakin panted above him, pushing the back of Obi-Wan’s head against the wall. Obi-Wan didn’t choke, when Anakin pushed in, breath caught inside his chest, feeling every inch of Anakin’s cock. He wondered, in that vague, distant way his thoughts arrived, when Anakin was like this, if Anakin would come in his mouth or across his skin, if--

Anakin pulled out of his mouth an age later with a bitten off curse, his cock wet and hard. Obi-Wan coughed, gasping for breath, feeling his pulse throbbing in his face, the air cool on the wet skin of his cheeks and chin. He’d made a mess, but he always did, when Anakin fucked his throat.

He didn’t choke and gag anymore, but the way his eyes watered seemed to be some kind of… built in thing. Unavoidable. “Come here,” Anakin ground out, grabbing his arms and drawing him to his feet while his head was still swimming, while his thoughts were all quiet and scattered. He could only distantly sense the other Jedi in the Temple, the world beyond. Anakin’s emotions and needs filled the room, filled his head, and he shivered when Anakin kissed him, hard.

“My Obi-Wan,” Anakin panted, against his mouth, after a moment, stroking a hand back over his hair, other hand sliding down Obi-Wan’s body, over his stomach, brushing across his half-hard cock. Anakin made a thoughtful little sound when Obi-Wan jumped - still sensitive - and curled fingers around him, stroking him, slow and firm, until he’d hardened again, despite the strange ache it left in his gut. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded; he’d always tried to do well, to be a good Padawan, to be what Anakin needed. He felt Anakin smile, felt his approval and pleasure, right before Anakin brushed a kiss against his jaw, and said, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

Obi-Wan swallowed, not even thinking to protest. He always listened to what Anakin told him to do. He didn’t see why that would change, even if he weren’t Anakin’s Padawan anymore. He turned, years of training letting him stay steady, even though his head was swimming. He put his hands to the cool wall, and Anakin made an appreciative sound, dragging both hands down his sides, grip settling at his hips.

Obi-Wan gasped when Anakin shifted closer behind him, cock dragging over his skin. “I need you,” Anakin panted out. “Force, Obi-Wan. Do you see how hard you make me? How desperate? I need you so kriffing much…” He took a hand off Obi-Wan’s skin, and Obi-Wan’s breath caught when, a moment later, something slick spilled over his skin, when he heard the tell-tale sound of Anakin slicking himself up.

They’d--they’d been intimate, earlier. Before his Knighting. Anakin had been desperate, had needed him, has pressed him into their mattress and pinned his hands, fucking him hard and fast. He was still sore, aching. But it meant he was still stretched, a little, and--

And Obi-Wan forgot how to breathe, for a moment, anyway, when Anakin pushed into him, murmuring, “None of your friends know how you look like this. All reddened. Used. Desperate for it again.” He reached around to curl fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock at the same time, the sensation teetering on the edge of far too much.

Obi-Wan reached out to the Force, the way he’d learned how to do. “There you go, breathe,” Anakin murmured, stroking his cock, “you always do this so well, Obi-Wan.” And - and the praise made him shiver, even as Anakin shifted back and pushed in once more, further, Obi-Wan giving around him in a series of breathless moments, only distantly aware of the sounds he was making, all caught up in touch, in the buzz in his nerves, until Anakin’s hips were flush with his skin.

“And why,” Anakin said, like he was picking up some conversation Obi-Wan had lost track of, his voice dark and his emotions all close and swirling, as he rocked his hips, fucking Obi-Wan slow and deep. Purposeful, hand moving constantly over Obi-Wan’s cock. “Do you take me so well, hm?”

Obi-Wan knew the answer, knew it out of his head, knew it breathless, knew it with his shoulders trembling and his fingers flexing against the wall, so close to an orgasm that he knew would ache. He gasped out, “Because I’m yours.”

Anakin made a low sound, all approval, pace picking up, his hips snapping forward and the sound of skin on skin filled their quarters. Obi-Wan cried out again, pushed right up to the edge despite the discomfort, the burn, Anakin’s pleasure all in his head, all in his nerves, his own echoing out with each thrust because - because Anakin always made him feel good, when they did this, touched places inside of him Obi-Wan had never knew about and--

“There you go,” Anakin murmured, thick and pleased, when Obi-Wan came, and oh, it felt so good and it left him aching all at once, trembling as Anakin shifted and fucked him harder. He felt so sensitive he could barely breathe, floundering, his heart skipping beats.

He kept his hands on the wall, though, through all of it. He let his head dip forward, all the muscles in his shoulders shaking, feeling sweat slide down his back, feeling Anakin’s hands gripping into his hips - there’d be new marks, he knew, layered on top of the purple-green bruises already there, and--

“I can’t lose you,” Anakin panted, thrusts getting more desperate, the sounds of them moving together filling the air. “I can’t, kriff, you’re all that keeps me sane, you know that, don’t you? I love you, so much.”

Obi-Wan nodded, as best he could, trying to hold himself together. He knew, he knew it all, Anakin had told him so many times. “Say it,” Anakin ground out, his needs and desperation like physical presences in the room, “say you’re mine, Obi-Wan, say I’ll never lose you.”

Obi-Wan worked his jaw for a moment. His voice cracked, when he managed to rasp out, shakily, “I’m yours.”

“Always,” Anakin growled, voice lower, hands gripping tighter.

“Always yours,” Obi-Wan gasped, trembling, hoping he was being what Anakin needed, hoping--

And Anakin ground out, “Fuck, Obi-Wan,” and pushed into him, losing his rhythm - finally - coming with a low, ragged sound. Obi-Wan felt shiveringly aware of the length of him, the stretch. Each movement jolted through him, as Anakin breathed, heavy, against the back of his neck, just - just pressing a few kisses, absent, to his skin.

“Force, you undo me,” Anakin murmured, sliding out of him, finally, Obi-Wan felt each inch and muffled a cry by biting his bottom lip, head spinning when Anakin pressed against his side. “You’re just...irresistible. So perfect for me. Just for me.”

“Master,” he panted, his head nothing but sensation, all his thoughts gone.

Anakin made a soft sound, thick, and slid a hand over his hip, down, and Obi-Wan whimpered at the push of two fingers, just into him, the feel of leather moving into his body unfamiliar and shocking. It was so far past the edge of what he thought he could bear, but he bit back the words “I can’t.”

Anakin hated it, when he said that. And - and Anakin knew, what he could do, he was the Chosen One and he--

“I could never let you go,” Anakin murmured, soft, lazily working his fingers in and out, over flesh so sensitive that Obi-Wan wanted to grab his wrist, but he’d learned self-control. Even the Council had remarked upon it. He crooked his fingers, and Obi-Wan heard himself whimper, from somewhere far away, pleasure running through his veins alongside pain.

Anakin slid his other hand forward, after a long, long moment, curling his fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock, impossibly hard again. “I need you, Obi-Wan, you know that, don’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded, jerkily, keeping still, back and thighs trembling as Anakin pressed against him, crooked his fingers inside, and breathed, against his ear, “You’ve been so very, very good. Just what I needed. But I need you to come for me again. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

Obi-Wan wasn’t actually sure he could, but he nodded anyway, rasped out, “Yes, Master.” And Anakin rumbled, pleased, emotions so settled now, all of his tension bled away, leaving just - just contentment and something else, far darker, that wound ever tighter around Obi-Wan - but he must have just been imagining that, and--

And Anakin worked in another finger, stroking him without reprieve, sucking kisses to Obi-Wan’s skin, murmuring, “You look so good like this, all red around my fingers, my come running down your legs. I wish the Council could see you right now, so they’d all know--”

Obi-Wan’s orgasm hurt, torn out of him, pleasure and pain racing through him as he cried out, knees going weak as his head swam. Anakin kept stroking his cock, and Obi-Wan whimpered, blinking his stinging, blurry eyes, another sound torn out of him when Anakin slid his fingers free.

He felt boneless and considered just sinking down to the floor, but Anakin moved before he could, sweeping him up with infinite gentleness. Obi-Wan pressed his face against Anakin’s solid shoulder, breathing unsteady as Anakin held him, so carefully, and murmured, dark and thick, “Congratulations, Knight Kenobi.”

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guilty • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)

requested: can you write something with bill denbrough where he’s super busy with publishing a new book and reader feels a lil neglected, so he comforts and reassured her that she’s still important to him? i love your writing

warning: swearing probably, lil bit of angst, fluff, thats p much it

[adult!losers + adult!reader]

1.2k words

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your eyes are heavy as you flip yourself to the side, sighing as you stare at the empty space in the bed next to you.

the sheets are cold as they fall against your warm skin and you blink slowly as you watch the wall, your heart feeling heavy and empty. it’s static in the silence and you think back to last year at this time, back when bill would be sleeping soundly next to you - or maybe the both of you would be up, together, enjoying your time.

a door slams shut down the hall and it pangs in your chest - every quiet footfall that nears closer to your bedroom door breaks your heart more. it's just past one thirty in the morning, and bill is finally coming out of his office.

he walks in silently, as he’s perfected doing over the last month, because he assumed you were asleep.

"what are you still doing up?" bill asks softly as he rubs his face, stripping off his clothes to change into something to sleep in. you shrug, your heart beating heavily in your chest. you feel like you're on the verge of crying.

"h-how, um, how's the book coming along?" you ask softly, turning so your face is on the pillow and he can't see your troubled face. but despite bill being bill and sometimes missing obvious social cues, he knows you like the back of his hand - so of course he notices that you're evading his question.

you feel the mattress dip as he sits softly behind you, and you hope he doesn't notice the sigh that you emit when his hands gently falls to rub your side.

"what's going on, sweetheart?" he asks softly, brushing hair back from your face. you sigh shakily, still not looking at him and feeling embarrassed. "it's nothing, bill. i don't want to be selfish." you mutter, pushing your face into your hands. "you're working so hard."

"y/n/n, what's wrong baby?" he asks even softer, pulling you towards himself. he hugs you against his chest as he lays behind you and you know he can't possibly be comfortable but he does it anyways. he kisses the shell of your ear and you whimper, "i don't know, it's just..."

you sigh, not sure how to say it.

you and bill have loved each other for ages. you've watched days fold into months, watched as seasons changed, and he's always stood by you the way you have him.

he's the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, you know this and have for some time, but right now it's just hard. and you feel like you're being totally unfair.

"i never get to see you anymore." you say and it's dejected as it leaves your mouth, it's broken as you say it, and you know the words hurts him just as much as its hurting you to feel them. "-and i know that's because of your book, which i am so, so proud of, i just-"

you break a little, tears leaking from your eyes as his hold on you tightens, his heart pounding against your back in a somber rhythm.

"hey." he says, soft as can be as he turns you to face him and he wipes a tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, but before he can say anything else you continue.

you sniff a bit as you shrug, "i just feel selfish for missing you. i feel like i have to walk on eggshells around you because you're up so late and always tired. when you’re here you’re in your office and we haven't even eaten together in weeks, and i know it's because you're writing something amazing and i am so excited for it but i just-" you dont know how to finish, your hands shaking as you wipe your face.

he's looking at you with a broken, lost expression and you have to look down at your comforter. "i just feel selfish every time i even want to talk to you."

your sentence seems to wake him up from the small sigh he lets out and the way he gnaws on his bottom lip the way he does whenever he's upset. you feel even more guilty after you say those words because you know how hard he's working and how much pressure he has, and your face falls into your hands.

"y/n, honey." he says gently, pulling you to him as the pet name falls from his lips like he was made to call you that. your hands fall to his chest as he squeezes you tight, breathing in his scent and relaxing. you feel starved of his touch, almost as if you don't sleep next to him every single night. but when you go to bed by yourself and wake up after he's already been working for an hour, if almost feels like you don't.

"i could never think of you as selfish. i know you, y/n, you are the most kind hearted and thoughtful person i kn-know." he says into your hairline and your stomach flips as he stutters lightly - you know his stutter comes back sometimes when he gets upset. "if anything," he continues, "i'm the one who's been selfish."

you shake your head to pull back, looking him in his loving, concerned eyes. "no, no. i just- i've missed you, 's all." you say, tucking your chin towards your shoulder shyly. he smiles softly at you, pecking your temple softly.

“i’m so sorry that i haven’t been around. there’s no excuse for it, y/n.” he starts and you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest but he goes on, “that, the book? that’s work. but you’re my life, you know.” he says it so casually and it makes your heart skip beats.

“you are the only thing i think about when i wake up in the morning. when i lock myself in that boring room it’s because i know i’ll just spend the whole day talking to you and my publisher will kill me.” he says with a laugh, one that makes you giggle lightly too because he always knows just how to assure you. “i’m so sorry that i’ve hurt you, sweetheart. i’ve been wrapped up in finishing this thing and i can’t believe i neglected you for the last few weeks.”

you smile lightly, leaning forward to kiss him lightly. he’s watching you as you lean back, something swimming behind your eyes that you’re not sure how to read, but you know it’s full of love.

"i love you more that anyone i have ever loved in my life. you make e-everything worth it." he says honestly, his eyes wide and unblinking as they search yours. his hands rub gently up and down your sides in a way that lulls you and calms your breathing, his words making you flush and smile.

"i love you too, bill." you respond, leaning in to kiss him again softly. his lips are soft and warm against you, like velvet as they soothe you until you lie against your pillow, his hand tracing delicate circles on the bare strip of skin between your waistband and your top.

he pulls back slowly and kisses you above the eyelid tenderly, his hand falling onto your face as he lays his own head on his pillow. "can i take you out tomorrow?" he asks almost bashfully, as if you're wide eyed twenty-something’s again who are going out for the first time.

it makes you beam, nodding and giggling softly as he pokes your face with a strand of your own hair.

"i would love that, bill. only if you have time, though." you add, not wanting to pressure him. he drops the strand of hair and instead splays his large hand on your back, shaking his head and pulling you to his chest as he settles down and turns off the lamp.

"i will always make time for my girl." he says with a kiss on your forehead, listening to your breathing slow as his mind wanders off to the small velvet box in the pocket of his jacket in his office that holds that silver banded ring with the diamond on top.

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