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[hellotherekenobi]

MEMENTO VIVERE ☾

OBI-WAN KENOBI ──── ★

Doing a pinky swear.

Hiding face in neck.

Putting their head on the other’s chest.

Spooning at night.

Bandaging/stitching up an injury.

Pulling the other one towards them.

Tasting their smile.

Tracing the lines on the other’s hand.

Shielding the other one with their body.

Carrying the other one in their arms.

Feeling their pulse.

Kissing their bruises and scars.

Listening to the other’s heartbeat.

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin.

EDDIE MUNSON ──── ★

Running fingers through hair.

Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder.

Putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up.

ROBERT FISCHER ──── ★

Sitting on the other’s lap.

Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder.

STEVE HARRINGTON ──── ★

Bandaging/stitching up an injury.

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin + kissing their bruises and scars.

RAYMOND LEON ──── ★

Whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin.

Kissing their bruises and scars.

BUCKY BARNES ──── ★

Dancing with each other.

Holding the other’s jaw.

Feeling for each other in the dark + pulling the other one towards them.

CAPTAIN REX ──── ★

Carrying the other one in their arms.

LOKI LAUFEYSON ──── ★

Touching their elbow to get their attention.

Putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up.

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[blueboxbeagle]

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[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[pierog]

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

[writing-prompt-s]

They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven't had your "third" death. You decide to find out why.

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[sourdough-seal]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[daily-spooky]

[hellotherekenobi]

ma’am you said you wanted stuff to write? i decided to send here ofc 😌 anyway, Cowboy!Obi and you had a thing for a while and then you left the small town y’all lived in and he’s been trying to find you everywhere, he’s been Chasin’ You (😑) but he’s also been seeing you Everywhere(👀) and every new state and city he goes into he thinks it’s you but it’s not. this is kinda angsty my bad let’s end it with y’all meet up again 😔👊🏽🍍

Obi-Wan is accustom to the chase. He’s felt his blood boil, hot on a trail. He’s breathed in the sunkissed air while riding his horse, steady on pursuit. But nothing—none of those wilds—come closer to the shiver in his veins in the chase of you, whom he’s indescribably devoted on.

You and Obi haven’t been together long, if you could even call it that. He was sat at the bar when you had first met, where you had won him over in an instant with that starlight smile and honey coated words, just as sweet as the lips they came from—a taste he grew to relish and grew to intoxicate himself with.

Being with you was the best he’s ever felt, even if there were no strings attached. He can’t help the way his heart yearned for yours, though, and how that muscle in his chest all but broke when you had left town and left him, too.

It was crazy, surely, that he has been looking for you for as long as he has, or that he felt as if he had to do so. He just had to have you again, had to wrap you in his arms and breathe in your scent. He had to cling onto you in the same manner that you clung onto his heart, a bit embarrassingly if he thought about it too much.

To hear your voice again was like a heaven-sent. You were practically in perfect similarity to the day he saw you last, and he flustered at his spot when your eyes cast to him, taking him in for the first time in so long.

Pleasantries were foregone almost as quickly as half the clothing you both wore, having stumbled into the room you were renting with eager kisses and excited hands, breathing words against each other’s lips in the greetings and explanations that should be spoken of without the fire in your touches.

“I’ve been searching for you, darlin’.” Obi whines, lips hungry and swelling. “Been seein’ you in every town, every face. Missin’ you like crazy.”

His mind was practically plagued with you; each stop on the road was like a mockery on the fool in love that he is, where he’d swear that the people looked exactly like you, that he was sure his searching was over. Not even his dreams relented. Each night he was back in your embrace, only to wake up cold and longing more than last.

It was the chase. He just couldn’t give it up. He couldn’t let you go.

“Obi-Wan,” his name sounds so pleasant on your tongue, so much more fit to be said from your lips than anyone else’s. “Was hoping you’d ride into town.”

Like a fire sparkling bright under the night sky, he lights up almost just as bright from your confession—loving him back, wanting him just the same. You tell him that you’ve been chasing too. The two of you, both running toward each other without even knowing it.

And Obi-Wan won’t let you get away this time. Where you go, he goes. Til death come running across the mountains.

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics