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Virgin!readers have my heart
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mari-lair · 6 months
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some kite perhaps? :)
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kite was surprisingly fun to draw, love him and how the kids respect him
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kaslynspeaks · 6 months
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Hestia is the best god can I get a what what
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damnedhampir · 4 months
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idk who the other person in here is but ough their voice is making me so eepy
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odybramm · 3 months
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So, I was gifted this thing
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This is Bzeen.
If she wasn't awesome as is, she was made much better with the following discovery:
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She has a jaw (!) that is strong enough (!!!) to hold a piece of tangerine (!!!) twice her weight.
She can full-time nom things. This is awesome. I like her.
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msbrek-rawr · 4 months
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i started reading TBOSAS and to everyone who had already- am i the only one who's annoyed that i have to fully read coriolanus in my head over and over and over again? like my tongue can feel the phantom twist y'all 😭
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tr4sh-u · 7 months
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i just realised Ann and Fox im my au are literally just Barbie and Ken
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malamiteltd · 11 months
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A sketch of my boy Gulag, running ever so gracefully.
Something I quickly put together for Arcanine Day (5/9).
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tennessoui · 2 years
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Maybe "So, it was you." for the Cheating!AU 👀
hello!!! ok so this is set in the cheating au (cw: infidelity...... but between obi-wan and his wife, and anakin and HIS wife, so they can be together)
i really thought about having this be a confrontation between padmé and anakin/padmé and obi-wan, but i feel like we don't deserve that emotional catharsis right now, as the cheating au is only like. five posts. like the big climax there WOULD be padmé finding out, and we just cannot be there yet.
satine finding out though........
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Anakin has no idea what to do with his hands. He feels sort of like a murderer, caught with blood all of his palms, standing at the crime scene and staring down the detective who found him in the act.
But the detective is Satine Kenobi, and she didn’t catch him in the act of murder so much as she caught him in her kitchen with his hand wrapped around her husband’s cock, mouth moving uselessly on his throat as Obi-Wan groaned and leaned back to give him more room, hands moving over his own ass.
He’s made sure to scrub at his hands very, very well before emerging from the bathroom, but he still feels as if something’s on them. Blood, but most accurately Satine’s husband’s come.
She’s sat herself on the sofa, glass of Corellian wine in her hand. She takes a sip as he fidgets.
“So it was you,” she finally says like this interests her, like she’s not heartbroken or distraught to come home and find her husband in the midst of being unfaithful.
Anakin spins his own wedding ring around on his finger. He knows that if this were his apartments, if this were his wife, she would not be so outwardly calm.
But Padmé is planets away on Naboo, advising the latest queen on a classified issue. No, Ani, sorry. So classified that not even her husband can know.
Obi-Wan, when he’d relayed this news to him, had laughed and said that the child Queen probably had started bleeding and needed an older sibling figure to help her, and if Padmé is going to be busy, Anakin should travel to Stewjon for that week. The Senate has adjourned for a recess, and Obi-Wan has come to prefer his spare time spent in and around and on top of Anakin.
Obi-Wan is a bit of an asshole, but Anakin had come anyway. He’d met him at the spaceport of the small city Beesa, on the other side of the planet from the capital, Colsteph. He’d been greeted with a friendly clap on the shoulder, as if he hasn’t sucked on the senator’s tongue like a slut in the closet of his very own art gallery. Anakin understands though. His wife is, after all, a Galactic Senator as well, and though he knows she loves him, the public displays of affection never occur quite as often as they do during election season. The holo cameras are always watching. 
Now it’s Obi-Wan’s wife that watches him over the rim of her wine glass.
“Let me elaborate,” she decides, shifting her position on the couch so as to draw her legs up and beneath her.
“Where’s Obi-Wan?” He asks almost desperately. He needs the other man there. This affair had been his idea. He’d pursued Anakin. And, alright. Fine. It had been a short chase, all things considered, and Anakin commed him as frequently as Obi-Wan commed him. But still. This was his wife. Why is Anakin alone to deal with the fallout? 
“I told him to take a shower,” Satine replies. “You did manage to dirty him up, didn’t you?”
Anakin flushes all over and squeezes his hands together. He’d prefer it if she yelled. He’d even prefer it if she cried. He doesn’t know what to do with this coolness, this detachment. It’s so opposite from all his worst nightmares, the ones where Padmé finds out that he’s been kriffing and being kriffed by her mentor for the past eight months.
“Let me elaborate,” she says again. “It was you that he’s been comming all hours of the day and night. It was you that made him reluctant and then later refuse to accompany myself and our son to the Scarif beaches on our annual trip because of work conflicts. But it was you, wasn’t it? It was you that made him start trying to expand his culinary appreciations—I was wondering why there were so many vials of desert spices in our cabinets, recipes for bantha steak seared in cave-grown blue tomatoes carefully written on flimsi, but it’s you. It’s because of you.”
Anakin hides his hands behind his back. He doesn’t know what to say. Yes, probably she’s right. But those aren’t—those aren’t things he’s asked Obi-Wan to do. He hadn’t even realized the man had done them. Not until this very moment.
It makes him feel…strange. Guilty, but something else too.
Obi-Wan learned how to cook his favorite dish. For him.
He feels like…like a teenager again, butterflies alight in his stomach, wondering nonsensically if this means that Obi-Wan truly likes him for anything other than the excitement of an illicit fuck, even as he twirls his wedding band round and round his finger.
Stars, he’s messed up. He’s the worst husband in the entire galaxy. He’s the worst person.
“It was you—” Satine starts to say again, but before she can get further, a hand slides around Anakin’s waist and pulls him back into a solid, wet chest.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan tells the pair of them, resting his chin on his shoulder and looking at his life. His hand wraps around Anakin’s, forcing him to stop playing with his wedding ring. “Is that going to be an issue?”
Satine takes another sip of her wine, like she can’t hear the way Anakin’s heart has sped up. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do if she says yes. What if she tells Padmé? What if she demands that they stop seeing each other? Touching Obi-Wan is one of the only stars-damned things in his life that feels like it makes sense. He needs the other man’s grounding touch, his frankness, his open arms, his sharp wit, his talented tongue.
He needs to be held the way Obi-Wan holds him sometimes after they’ve finished, before one or both pulls away. He needs. He needs Obi-Wan.
But his life—Obi-Wan is a senator, and Anakin has two children, babies, who will need their father. A steady family dynamic. Korkie is older, ten now, and at boarding school in Alderaaan more often than not. But Luke and Leia, they’re only babies. They need their father, and Padmé….Before he met Obi-Wan, before he slept with Obi-Wan for the first time, he’d thought that his and Padmé’s love transcended the laws of the galaxy itself.
But Obi-Wan…he makes him feel so…so stupid. So idiotic. So helpless against the affection that rises in him whenever he sees the man smile. Whenever he sees the man. 
No. He can’t admit to such a thing. It’s bad enough that he can’t stop himself from relaxing back into Obi-Wan’s hold. It’s bad enough that his lover’s wife takes a sip of her wine and leans back onto the couch, observing them with one eyebrow raised.
“No, it won’t be an issue,” she tells them both. Is it Anakin’s imagination or does Obi-Wan untense from behind him? “For me,” she adds. “I knew the man I married when I married him. You’ve given me what you promised, Obi-Wan. An heir, a comfortable life. I don’t care for or about the pretty things you entertain yourself with now.”
Anakin stares at her. He knows his eyes are impolitely wide, but surely she knows that marriages are not supposed to be like business arrangements.
Surely she knows they’re supposed to be about love.
Has she ever loved Obi-Wan? The thought causes a storm of sensation in his stomach. Disquiet, at the idea that she had. He doesn’t particularly want anyone else to love the man in a romantic way, because that heightened the chances of his attention straying from Anakin.
But he doesn’t particularly like the idea of Obi-Wan stuck in a loveless marriage either. The man deserves to be loved. He is so kind, he is so clever, he is so perfect. He deserves to be loved, but Anakin can’t think of a single person outside of himself worthy enough to love him.
And Anakin cannot love him. Anakin is in love with his wife.
“No issue from me,” Satine says again, and her cold eyes fall to Anakin’s flushed face. “But you have a wife as well, don’t you, Anakin? I have the strangest feeling that she will not react so…kindly to such a betrayal.”
“I believe I know my wife better than you do, Duchess,” Anakin tells her sharply. He doesn’t—he doesn’t want to talk about his marriage. Not right now. He still has Obi-Wan’s spit drying on his neck. He can’t do this.
Satine tilts the rest of her wine glass up into the air, the shimmering Corellian wine cascading down her throat. She sets the empty glass aside and cocks her head to look at him. “If marriages were based on knowing, Mr. Skywalker, I believe I’d be obligated to give you my titles right now.”
“Satine,” Obi-Wan says sharply, and his wife holds up her hands, standing from the couch in one long languid movement.
“I mean nothing by it,” she says. It feels like a lie, though Anakin can’t put his finger on why. She isn’t screaming. She isn’t crying. 
But when Obi-Wan adjusts his hold on him to wrap an arm around his stomach, her eyes follow the movement and for a second she looks considering. She looks concerned.
“Carry on,” she tells them with a wave of her hand. “Your dalliance is…safe with me. I separated love from marriage a long time ago.” Her eyes fall back to Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin has somehow threaded their fingers together. “I suggest you do the same,” are her parting words.
Anakin stares after her. He has no idea what she means.
Of course love and marriage are the same thing.
It’s just that Obi-Wan has shown him that love, sex, and marriage don’t necessarily have to mean the same thing.
It’s a discovery he cherishes.
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coloursofaparadox · 7 days
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YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT’S HOW HIS NAME IS SPELLED.
IT’S BEEN 8 YEARS. 8 YEARS AND I FIND THIS OUT NOW.
I’ve been spell/pronouncing it like “Trapture” in my head this whole time.
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ghostsinthecellar · 4 months
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friend is coming over tomorrow to lend me her christmas lights again, and the original plan was her kids would be coming too so we spent the past few days cleaning and rearranging the living room so they'd have a comfy place to sit and watch a movie while we put up the lights. things changed in that she's still coming to do lights but she's not bringing the kids, so they won't get to enjoy the new setup, but I'm still proud of the way the living room looks now and I'm happy I put in the effort, just to have it like this for us now. ^_^
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lofi-valentine · 4 months
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i think it'd be cool to make out with you
hlaskhdflasfh was not expecting to blush first thing in the morning
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aparticularbandit · 1 year
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@little-ray-of-pitch-black - Okay but trying to match up Glass Onion fam characters to actual Future Diary characters and determining who has which diary or how to modify diaries (or combine different character types with different diaries) like.
me, trying to figure out how to words things without spoiling the movie or the series. ><
(Claire is spoiler-free for the movie, at least, because even if we go yandare!Claire as Yuno Gasai, she would have the appearance of mayor John Bacchus, which would play on Future Diary stuff.)
I think the biggest thing is determing if Yuki is an actual GO character or if this is a yandare!Claire x Reader situation.
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fritillary · 6 months
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btw mutuals if anyone wants a pen pal even if we don't talk.... message me
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girlwithfish · 1 year
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miss collecting grocery store lists from my two cashier jobs
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