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[fhrlclln]

omg wait acolyte!reader sleeping with Qimir not knowing he’s her master and everytime they hookup, she starts to see him become more dominant and possessive in bed. until one time where he just goes something like, “be a good girl (enter nickname that only her master calls her)” and she just realizes it mid ya know lol. i love you 🙇🏼‍♀️

little star | qimir

SUMMARY -> being with qimir elicited fun and peace away from your duties at hand you do for your master. though, your master might be doing the same when his mask slips in the heat of the moment.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, doggystyle & outdoor sex

WC -> 1.01k

a/n: filth! HAHAHAH LUV THISSS

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“qimir…”

it was a spur of the moment as always.

you breathily moan out his name as you grip the bark of the tree whilst he pushes his cock further inside you from behind. the sound of the local insects in the forest are accompanied by the noise of qimir’s groans and your breathy whimpers as he pounds into you with such vigor against a tree. it was amusing to say how you two managed to get riled up in the middle of a serious situation, in a rainforest of all places. you had found him hanging by a tree and it turns out mae had put him in that situation.

“i should-“ you breathily say but pausing as qimir harshly grips your hips making you groan. he was demanding and more dominant this time and it makes your core clench at it. “i should save you more often… if this- ah!- is my reward.”

the snap of his hips to the plump swell of your ass is even more rougher and qimir chuckles behind you. he bites his lips, staring down at how your flesh ripples with each powerful thrust he does.

“i’d take you like this from now on then.” he slaps one soft cheek and you yelp at the sudden sting. you turn your head back to look at him, loving the way he was so different than the first time you two had hooked-up.

it was like any other day that time, he visited the remote planet you and your master resided on, delivering fresh supplies as per your master had requested for him. your master had left for a particular agenda that time as he said to you, leaving you to deal with him. you always had an eye on the dorky accomplice and you knew how he looked at you. the subtle too-friendly touches there and you even managed to flirt with him for fun until both of you seemingly snapped at that very night when the tension was too heavy. to say, you rode him on your bed until he was a blabbering mess underneath you.

but now, he seemed to want the upper hand this very moment and it makes your cunt clench around him tight.

"you like the thought of that, huh?" he chuckles lowly. "you want me to fuck you like this?" he snaps his hips rougher and faster and you couldn't quip back at him but enjoy how his cock is spearing inside you with such intensity.

you only nod your head dumbly as you gripped the tree trunk with all your might to not stumble forward with how hard his thrusts are. qimir bends forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and torso, lifting you up to his chest with his strength and you grip his arms for leverage as he wetly kisses your neck.

"oh, fuckkk-" you mewl out as his cock hits the right spot from this angle. you wonder now, if your master would be displeased with you for having this quick romp when you really need to focus on is finding mae and master kelnacca. you dismiss those thoughts for now, wanting to enjoy your time with qimir. you have to deal with mae after this as she had seemingly betrayed the two of you when the information of her sister osha appeared. the master would be very much displeased.

"right there. don't stop. i'm close!" you begged the man behind you and he shakes his head as he kisses your cheek.

"not yet." he cruelly whispers to your ear as his hand delves down to rub your clit and you whined at him.

"please." you tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder, you could feel your high coming and the thought of cumming on his cock is getting you near there along with his slow circles he is doing on your clit.

"be a good girl for me." he nips your neck. "be a good girl for me, my little star."

you gasped as his thrusts went faster and your eyes widened at the sudden nickname he had said that your master has always called between the two of you. you couldn't really process it for a moment as you were focused on not letting go but your heart is pounding and your mind is in a disarray on what you should focus on. qimir smirks as he surges to capture your lips in a heated kiss as he mumbles between your lips the sweet words you are waiting for.

"come."

you cry out his name and you thrashed in his arms as your orgasm hits you. he fucks you through it as his thrusts became sloppy, he was nearing his high and you let him use you. you now come to a realization, mae or qimir nor anyone knew of that endearment your master calls you. unless...

"master?" you call out to qimir and he groans loudly as he pushes his hips forward and cums inside you. you feel warm all of the sudden as his cum fills your cunt, you're panicking now as he lets go of you and you stumble forward, catching yourself as you stand straight and turn to qimir.

"took you long enough." he grins and you stay frozen, the dawning realization that you had been fucking with your master. shame trembles in you and you think for a moment that you should flee. qimir smiles at you as he reaches towards your shook figure. you let him touch you and you blink dumbly as his cum drips down your thighs. he stares at that with a hungry glint in his eyes and your core clenches. and you think for a moment if this is a good idea but your master has other plans as his hand goes down to your messy cunt mixed with both of your juices.

"come on, little star. we aren't finished yet." you hold your breath for a moment when he towers over you.

but all your shame is thrown out the window as he kisses you.

[doodlingdilemma]

Would anyone like to request doodles

My requests are always open, but ya know I like encouraging

Once again anything can be requested, but I might not draw everything

Have this as filler

yes i know the foot is wrong

[purplehazestims]

Do you do inbox check posts (like. Listing all the requests you have so far that haven't been done yet)? I can't ask about anything specific because I always forget what I've sent in detail but it probably would have had something to do with BNHA and possibly selfshipping (I send multiple different requests to various blogs so I legit can't get more specific than that, sorry 😭). If you don't do inbox checks that's totally fine I just want to make sure I don't send any repeat requests or too many at once

never done one before, but why not start now?

inbox atm :

skektek - dark crystal

angelcore fami - chainsaw man

lovecore julia - coffin of andy and leyley

very short list lmao :p

[wonie-not-wony]

hey! just wanted to ask do you write for ‘07 liners?

Helloo!! Yes ofc ^^ if you want to request anything, you are free to do so! 🤍

[numberonetacostan]

might you have any bomb headcanons? he's so me and there's a humongous shortage of bomb content in this fandom.. /j

-🖍📦

Hi Crayon Box!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your request!! :]

He and OJ have mostly put their alliance and the whole desert stuff behind them, they get along just fine now even if they aren't super close. BUT, if someone does bring it up... Well, OJ still maintains that Bomb should have just let him have the immunity (until, post s2, Paper asks him to just let it go), and Bomb still maintains that OJ was being a cunt and didn't deserve immunity. Sides are taken, even if no one talks about it. It ends up being a bit of a taboo subject in a similar vein to Taco- something no one brings up for the same of peace, harmony, and happiness in the hotel.

I, someone who does not live in Hotel OJ, often think about how terribly fire-prone hotel OJ is. They would all die I'm so serious. And Bomb, being a bomb, probably thinks about it too. I don't see him as a big complainer, so I doubt he'd go to the complaint desk and rant about how un-fire-safe the building is, but there would certainly be quite a few times where he looks around and thinks 'man it would really suck if this place caught on fire'.

I like to think Bomb, Pickle, and Cheesy get up to a lot of stupid stuff. All the time. In the sense of the expression 'boys will be boys' but like, in the positive sense that the phrase is supposed to imply not the harassing women sense. They once tied another string to Bomb's string, tied that string to a ceiling fan, and spun him around until either he threw up all over the room or got launched off into the wall and made a Bomb-shaped dent. You can decide which one :).

I like to think he'd hate modern bombs, too. What even is that? It looks like a stupid torpedo. Nuclear warfare is the stupidest idea ever, everyone dies including the planet and no one wins. He maintains that he, the type of bomb that he is, is the true, classic, and most superior type of bomb. he takes pride in the appearance of many of his brethren in cartoons and media. Truly the superior type of bomb.

This one comes from the recent remaster episode, but I love the idea of Bomb being a huge cuddle bug! He cuddles his bros, you better bet he kisses his homies good night, he cuddles with stuffed animals, he cuddles with anyone who would also like to indulge in a good cuddle, he cuddles in his sleep, etc. Let that Bomb cuddle!!!!

[yandereunsolved]

➘ ⌞ ‎𖤐 “ 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ‎” 𖤐 ⌝ ‎

♰┆🅈🄰🄽🄳🄴🅁🄴 🄱🄻🄾🄶┆♰┆16+ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍┆

𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾: 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐/𝖼𝗐 '𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌' 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀? 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, murder, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀(𝗌) 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾.

𝖤𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍.

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

hihi! okay so just to start off i absolutely LOVE and adore your work. as an amateur writer, i look up to you sm; you’re literally amazing!! (especially the way you write enzo bro omg)

i’d like to request a cry-at-the-counter combo please!! i think the biggest thing with me rn is the fact that i feel so hard to love it’s insane 😞 i went to an event with some friends and they were getting asked out, some even brought dates (it was NOT a bring-a-date type thing) and i just felt so lonely in terms of romance compared to them. along with that, im avoidant attachment so it’s like… if something is going good i’ll ruin it for myself and the other person which just adds to the idea that i am not an easy person to deal with. it’s like the fiona apple song where she’s like, “and i know i’m a mess he don’t wanna clean up,” if yk what i meannnn.

i’d like to request lorenzo berkshire for this ask and if possible have him as a romantic interest (if not don’t even fret,, i’ll love it anyway)

anywayayaya yeah thanks for listening to my ted talk, and thank you in advance! i’m excited to see what comes next from you :)

☕ cry-at-the-counter combo — 'handle with care' lorenzo edition ☕

flavour: romantic delusion with a splash of self-sabotage, sunshine in human form who calls your mess “charming,” and forehead kisses that say “i’m not going anywhere” even when you’re already halfway out the door

a/n: omg stop that’s so sweet ♡ i’m literally gonna cry. the fact that you look up to me??? unreal. thank you for being here ilysm ‹𝟹

📦 he keeps a 'safe box' in his room for you

you once said you feel like you take up too much space in people’s lives. so lorenzo? he makes space on purpose. he keeps a little box of your favorite things in his room — hair ties, that lip balm you always lose, a sticky note with your comfort show written on it. it’s his way of saying you belong here, you are wanted here, you are not temporary

🎧 he sends you voice notes instead of texts

because he knows that if he texts “i love you” and you’re in avoidant-mode, you’ll overthink it. so instead, you get little lorenzo voice notes like: “hey. just heard this song and it made me think of you.” or “i miss you. that’s all. you don’t have to say it back. i just wanted you to know.”

📚 he never treats you like a project

this is so important. he never tries to fix the avoidant stuff. never makes you feel like it’s a burden. when you pull away, he gives you space — but leaves little breadcrumbs back to him. a playlist. a silly meme. a muffin from your favorite café. he always makes it easy to come back without shame

☀️ you try to joke about being unlovable and he just blinks at you like you insulted the sun

“i’m not saying i’m unlovable, but i am saying if i were a sim, my traits would be emotionally unavailable and paranoid,” you mutter. and this man?? this man just frowns like you told him someone kicked a puppy. “don’t say that.” “what, it’s true.” “no, it’s not.” “yes, it—” “it’s not,” he says, a little firmer, and he pulls you into his chest like you’re a person worth holding. “you’re not hard to love. you just think love has to look a certain way to be real.”

⭐ you panic when things go well and he just shrugs like. okay. try again tomorrow

you ghost him for a day because you got too soft and that triggered your fight-or-flight response (you chose disappear). he texts you “hey, you okay?” and doesn’t push. when you come back two days later like “sorry. i was being weird,” he hits you with: “it’s okay. i knew you’d come back.” you?? short-circuit. “you’re not mad?” “nah. you do that. i just wait till you stop spiraling. want a smoothie?”

🦋 he will literally sit through your 3am rants about how you think you’ll die alone because you flinch when people like you

and he’ll be like, “okay but hear me out. i like you. and you haven’t flinched yet.” “yeah because i’m already spiraling internally. you’re just not seeing it.” “well, spiral into my arms next time. they’re right here.”

🧣 he’ll call you out when you’re mean to yourself

“i’m a mess.” “okay and? you’re my mess.” “i feel like a burden.” “you’re a weighted blanket at worst. that’s not even a burden, that’s a comfort item.”

©iamgonnagetyouback౨ৎ please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my work

[cutecreachureblog]

helloo im comically opposite box, i only deliver the opposite of things youd want, for comedic effect

by popular request, from snow anon for the idea, and a spinning wheel for how your randomly chosen, you've now got another order

so here is your scheduled box delivery of A really big thunderstorm enjoy!

-📦🔃

WOW THANKS I FEEL SOOOO SPECIAL

[yello-exe]

helloo im comically opposite box, i only deliver the opposite of things youd want, for comedic effect

by popular request, youve now received a new order!

so here is your scheduled box delivery of a large supply of broken jail cell keys, enjoy!

-📦🔃

why are we here...just to suffer

Maybe I can figure out how to fix one of them... (On a side note I drew this myself! I think I'm getting better! I've had a lot of time to practice...) Rocket Corp, drawings are fine right?

[greenzilla4]

helloo im comically opposite box, i only deliver the opposite of things youd want, for comedic effect (OPPOSITE OPPOSITE EDITION)

by popular request, youve now received a new order!

so here is your scheduled box delivery of a large bouquet of flowers with chocolate, enjoy!

-📦🔃

...wtf

[fhrlclln]

I’ve been living for the Qimir fanfics. Can you write one where reader and him were lovers in the Jedi together, he thought she died, but actually the Jedi wiped her memory. When he bumps into her again he’s FURIOUS but also just happy that she’s alive and tries to get her memory back. Lots of angst but with a happy ending?👀

and here you stand | qimir

SUMMARY -> a man in your dreams feels like a distant memory you cannot seem to touch upon but when a particular meeting with a man in the streets of olega might be the answer to everything.

qimir x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> angst & fluff

WC -> 2.85k

a/n: aNONz i hope this fic is what you requested for!!! i tried my best with the angst 😩🤌

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the dream always started out softly...

a glimpse of a man with short black hair, dawning a padawan braid, smiling and laughing with you in the gardens of the jedi temple in coruscant. he’d always kissed you and for a moment in the dream, you could feel his hands gently caress your cheek and see the loving gaze of his eyes on you. but the dream was always somewhat blurry... you can't remember the young man's face but his laughter, his love you feel is everything to you. it was comforting, it felt like home but the moment his laughter ends, the dream did as well.

and you wake up with a longing feeling stuck in your chest.

you'd try to remember your times as a former jedi, a former padawan in your time in coruscant. hoping you could somehow remember the man in your dreams, for it felt it was a distant memory than a dream but it always ended up with no avail. it was painful enough that you missed being back in coruscant and to reoccur those memories again in hopes of remembering who the man in your dreams makes it even more painful.

that's until you had just given up at some point on remembering him.

you now reside in a humble planet called olega. the city was large enough for you to explore it in your first days of living there. you opened up a merchant stall, selling the local fruits and vegetables for consumption. leaving the order was a tough decision the council had made upon you, you were a gifted student, gifted with the force. it was strong within you but alas, you failed, you could not somehow learn to control your own self- your own emotions. you can't remember why back then and it haunts you to this day of your failure as a jedi.

but that didn't matter now.

your quiet life of being a merchant had its perks. you were not bound by an order anymore. there were no more responsibilities and expectations placed upon you. you didn't need to train every single day- but sometimes you missed your training lessons. you did miss your former master and padawans, for they were the second family to you. even if it was told that at that time, familial or romantic feelings were forbidden, you still saw them like that.

granted, it was hard to fall back into the normal routine of an everyday civilian. you had been with the order since you were a child. you still would close off your emotions from time to time with the people you grew to know with in olega, but you got the hang of it eventually in the years of living here. but sometimes you wished to go back to coruscant, hoping if you'd visit the gardens and the great tree, you might remember the man in your dreams.

but here you are, standing behind your stall as you packaged the fresh fruits for a customer. you handed to them with a smile on your face and humbly accepted their credits. you sigh, sitting on your stool as you counted your savings to see if it would cover the rent you have to pay for this month. it was enough, your stall was popular in demand because of how fresh your picks was and you were grateful for that. you stand up again, noticing that you had to close now, seeing that almost all your merchandise was sold.

"closing off early again?" the cheery voice of your fellow merchant quips. you laugh, shrugging as you started packing away.

"i am!" you chuckled, checking if everything is in place before you could leave. you adjusted your satchel as you put on your hood, bidding your fellow merchants a kind goodbye as you went off.

a hot meal would be nice, you think to yourself, before you'd head home. walking through a crowd, you squeeze yourself in as you excused yourself to get by. the heart of the plaza certainly was always full of people at this time. for a moment, a watchful feeling washed over your senses as you look up ahead.

your eyes meet with a man’s. his black hair is slightly disheveled and greasy and the way his eyes were set upon you made you confused for a moment how hard his stare was. you look away, getting out of the crowd, an uneasy feeling settling in your chest as you walk away quickly.

qimir stands still in the middle of the plaza, his heart is thumping loudly against his ribcage. it couldn't be you. he doesn't know if the glimpse of you in the crowd was a mere apparition of the force but the way you looked at him had him thinking otherwise. you disappear from the crowd and he is hot on his feet to catch up to you.

he watches you go into an alley way, he follows in-suit, thinking that you’re trying to escape him. his nostrils flare, his agenda for today to go to the local apothecary is out of his plans as he follows you.

he watched you die.

he was sure of it, that memory of you of pushing him into his own ship whilst you stand guard to help him buy him some time to get out of coruscant never left his mind. it haunted him until he lives and breaths and it enraged him that you foolishly given your life for him to flee before his own former master would have killed him.

you were supposed to be together, right?

he thinks bitterly as he squeezes in the alley way. a lot of questions pop in his mind, were you still with the jedi after all you and him have suffered through because of them? that you willingly stayed? that you faked your own death just to leave him? those thoughts made him feel betrayed. you were his light when he was in the darkness. you were the one that understood him despite your refusal to let yourself be seduced by the dark path. he understood you as well yet he hoped that you would see truth that what the jedi do is all a lie.

he quickens his steps and your figure is starting to inch closer to him. he immediately reaches out to grab your arm and push you towards the wall making you gasp as you struggled in his tight death grip as he cages you with his whole body before you could defend yourself.

“let go!” you yelled at him as he ignored your angry yelps as you tried to get out of his grip. he merely stares down at you as you looked up at him. he observes, waiting if an emotion of guilt would cross your face… but there was none? only confusion and annoyance were plastered across your face. and he somehow indulges in your close distance, the feeling of you in front him again has him weak. here you are, warm and smelling the same after years since he had fallen into a rabbit hole of revenge and hatred for the jedi that he thought they killed you.

“i said-“ you weakly tried to pry him off you. your heart was beating so loudly, fearing what this unknown man would do to you. you wished for a moment that the force could help you. he was much stronger, you could tell, even if he looked like a twig underneath his robes. “-let go!”

“you… you’re supposed to be dead.” he breaks his silence. your brows raised with confusion. dead? you wonder if this man was crazy for thinking of you like that. not once did you remember angering any person here for this kind of response.

“i’m standing right here, buddy.” you roll your eyes as he lessens his grip on your arm. and here you do stand, qimir thinks. you relax for a bit as the hard stare he gives you softens slightly. something in him tells him that you don’t even recognize him. and that makes him worried.

“do you know me?” he tests his theory, hoping it was not true. you know him, you would never forget about him.

you two were your other halves of each other’s body, soul and mind, never to be separated even if the cosmos were in between you two. you would always find each other in the end. even in death, you were his other soul, the half of his battered and broken heart. he knows you vow the same as he heard those vows underneath the great tree in the gardens of the jedi temple in coruscant.

i will never forget you. as you had said to him when his lips last touch yours before you threw him into his ship, leaving him in agony seeing you turn on your saber before his master slashes you with her saber.

i love you, qimir.

he blinks wetly. there’s a hollow feeling inside his chest when he sees that you don’t genuinely recognize him the slightest bit.

“…no? no, i don’t know you. look, sir, if you have any problem with me or you want money, i have some credits-“

“what i want is for you to tell me the truth.” he cuts you off, wondering if you were lying as he tries to peer into your mind. he feels furious, furious that you are acting like this but the desperation… the desperation of trying to see you at least recognize him is taking over. you feel the hum of the force, so familiar even if it had been years since you trained. but it wasn’t just that, his force felt familiar.

“…you wield the force.” you say as your eyes widened when you feel him try to pry in your mind. an instinct in you erupts as you somehow managed to surprise him by grabbing him by his arm and the collar of his robe then pushed him into the wall that you were pressed against, making the roles reverse. qimir lets you do that as he looks down at you, a sadness in his eyes as he realizes that you don’t remember him.

what happened to you?

“you don’t remember me…” he whispers, defeated. he grips your wrist gently as a congested look of hurt is across his face.

“and you know me?” you ask, somehow feeling like he knows you more intimately than you had expected. confusion is breaking your calm mind, it frightens you that somehow you feel like what he’s saying is so close to the truth but you can’t discern it clearly. you know nothing of him. you let him go and qimir almost wobbled in his knees when your touch is gone.

he nods and your chest suddenly hurts. you back away, frightened and confused, it was overwhelming that you feel for him but don’t remember him. before qimir could utter anything else, you walk away. he watches you go, sensing that something was wrong. something had been wiped away in your mind with the memories of him and he feels lost. the one person that had stayed with him throughout his grievances and frustrations, the one good person he thought dead and the one woman he loved doesn’t remember him.

he’ll have to talk to you again when he wills himself.

・゜゜・．

it had been days since you last saw that strange man and your dreams have been getting even more vivid.

it was scaring you.

remembering the look in his eyes, you saw that he did in fact know you. but you don’t know him. sometimes when you wake up now after dreaming of that young man in your dreams, it felt like something in you was lost. and that your mind was actively trying to remember, trying to hold on what was missing but it always fails. and it leaves you feeling so lost and confused.

you sit by your bed now. you haven’t started your day like the usual. you felt sick, nauseous and incredibly exhausted of trying to will yourself to remember that strange man. his touch felt familiar when you remember it, his voice was somehow a comfort and his gaze… you know you would be in trance with those dark eyes of his that spoke of tenderness.

your eyes felt heavy as the sun peaks through the blinds of your windows. you sigh, weakly trying to get up. you felt you were about to fall back onto your bed again until a knock on your door surprises you. you freeze, the knocks then grew more louder and you sighed, thinking it was your landlord as you get up, wrapping your cloak around you.

you push the red button on the control panel as the sound of your door swiftly opening doesn’t ready you for him to be standing by your doorstep. you freeze, seeing that he’s dressed in another way-too-huge robes on him. he looks at you for a moment, taking in your face of confusion.

“i just want to talk.” he pleads and you stay frozen in your spot for a moment, wondering if you want to talk with him. but deep inside, your heart is telling you yes as it beats loudly.

“okay.” you say quietly as you let him in. qimir relaxes as you close the door once he crosses the threshold and he stands inside your small apartment.

“how long have you been living here?” he asks, looking around the place. “in olega… i mean.”

“seven… eight years, i think?” you answer as best as you can. “i stayed in coruscant for a couple of months before moving here.”

“why?” he asks further, confused.

“i left the jedi… i used to be a jedi.” you shrug. “it was the council’s decision why i couldn’t continue my training.”

“because?”

“…i- because they said i didn’t control my self, my emotions.” you sighed, not liking that you were telling this stranger of your failure. a stranger that you somehow know. you remind yourself.

“and you’re sure the council had told you that was their true reasons for letting you go?” he faces you, understanding bit by bit what happened to you. "they lied."

“why do you ask me? are you a jedi or was- as well?” you ask him now.

“i was.” he nods bitterly.

you blink. “then how do you know me?”

“we were…” he starts, finding his words to try and let this information on you easily. your memories were wiped as far as he could tell. he thinks that vernestra orchestrated to do this to you when they had disarmed you at some point after he had escaped. for it was to conceal those outside the jedi order of his existence and that it may put them in a political disaster. he scoffs at that in his mind. he wills himself not to go to the local jedi temple and slaughter master torbin himself for this, out of spite he’ll kill them all in there.

“you and i, we shared a bond.” he softly says as he nears you and you let him. “a bond that the order told us that it was forbidden.”

you blink, understanding what he meant. did the jedi lied to you? you think, feeling betrayed by the order that you had respected could do this to you. his soft gaze felt familiar and you reel in to his gentle voice. qimir’s chest filled with hope seeing you slowly start to understand him even though you still don’t know him.

“i am yours.” he takes your hand to his, placing it above his chest. “and you are mine.”

“and together…” those words leave your lips without even you registering it for a moment as he presses his forehead against yours. you shudder, your eyes welling up with tears, feeling overwhelmed as this felt like the scene in your dreams. this man was the young man in your dreams. you realized, why you somehow feel like you know him.

vows in the gardens, whispering it underneath the great tree. two padawans’ hearts beating with one another and the sweet song of love fills their chests as they become one. bound to eternity forever.

“we are bound to each other forever.” he finishes as he wipes the tears streaming down your face.

“i want to remember you…” you sobbed, your own chest hurting for not remembering him. this man that you had just met days ago but felt like you’ve known him forever. qimir smiles sadly as he pulls you into his arms. you cried on his shoulder, loving the way his arms felt around you.

you don’t even know his name and it breaks your heart again.

“i’ll help you remember. we found each other again.” he vows and promises he’ll make you remember. his own eyes wetting with his tears as he nuzzles his face on your soft hair and he whispers. “i promise.”

but all that matters now is that you are with him at last.

[1nfcognito]

📓🌧️ “Train Station STRAY & Found Box”

requests: OPEN (0/2)

📦 There’s a small wooden box in the corner of the quiet train station. You’re not sure who it belongs to — maybe no one. Or maybe it’s meant for people like you, just passing through.

It says: “Leave something behind. A thought, a memory, a question. Someone will find it.”

Curious? Have a look inside. Whisper a request, if you like — a story, a scene, something just for you. It might find its way back.

💭 Lost & Found Box : prompt list & rules

(You’ve got alot to pick from..(；′⌒`) ) (cowers away and whispers: i dont write fast, i dont have a big vocabulary and i have the grammar of a 4 year old)

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[purplehazestims]

I can’t remember. But did you get a request for an Asa x yoshida from csm board? I just wanna accidentally spam the same thing twice but I honestly can’t remember.

i don't see anything like that in my inbox or drafts, no. feel free to resend it!

[hatsune-miblue]

helloo im comically opposite box, i only deliver the opposite of things youd want, for comedic effect (EXCLUSIVELY CATNIP EDITION!!)

by popular request, you've now got another order!

so here is your scheduled box delivery of catnip, enjoy!

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I DONT WANT THIS

[numberonetacostan]

hii do you have any apple headcanons? i've been a little obsessed with her recently and wanted to ask.

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Hi Crayon Box!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in your request!! :]

I like to think she and Goo would be great friends! They can talk for hours upon hours about My Little Pony, they're both very happy to find someone with a similar level of passion for the show. They do have the occasional argument over differing opinions on certain characters or plot elements, but it always ends with them apologizing to each other and sharing some candy floss while they binge their favourite episodes.

Being an apple, her stem and leaf may eventually fall off post s2 when there's no more recovery system. I think, if/when this happens, she'll be very upset! Her hair! Her hat! Her head accessories. She and Marsh spend a good few hours in the woods looking for a replacement leaf that she can wear. Does Apple end up choosing some seaweed that washed up on the beach? Maybe. But she's happy and that's what matters.

She does cannibalism (eating apples) because she doesn't perceive herself as the same type of apple as the food. It makes no sense to anyone else, but in her mind there is dissonance between Apple and an apple, yeah? It's not a matter of sentience either, she does not think that she is edible at all. Marsh and Bow have both tried to explain it multiple times, but have just given up and let sweet Apple enjoy her apple pie as she pleases.

My queen with abandonment issues <3 She was left alone on idiotic island, had no idea why Marsh suddenly wanted nothing to do with her after s2 ep6, she'd be quite nervous about getting left all alone again! Lots of affirmations of love are needed, but are most certainly received.

She can only wear velcro shoes. She can tie laces, most of the time, it's untying them that causes her trouble. She once managed to get all ten of her fingers snuck in the knots and had to roll/hobble over to Marsh for help.

[fymo-blogs]

Im sorry for the test elevator ask... but can you do a boxten stimboard?

It's fine, you didn't know!

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Boxton stimboard

Requested by: @four-corners-dude

Themes: Jack-in-the-boxes, purple, blue, bandannas

Note: I do not support Rox or his actions.

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