#blunt is second

[boyromeo]

Swordsmanship

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael just wants to protect Gregory in FNAF

[perivvinkless]

Truth had gone, truth had gone, truth had gone…

(Inspired by witch hat atelier’s chapter 85 cover)

[too-many-rooks]

Jack Lowden as Adam Roebuck, in 'The Tunnel' (2013). I

[troublemakingrebel]

[critterishere]

First image was drawn like 11 days ago I think,,,,

the virus….. it’s changing me…….

[tennessoui]

Obikin for number 41 of the ask game, if you’re up for it - thanks!

absolutely!

[from this list of prompts]

[5. 'are you jealous' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

41. "you did all of this for me?"

Vader's precious padawan blinks down at him, lovely blue eyes wet and wide. He's sitting in an empty Council seat, Anakin's Council seat, and Vader is kneeling at his feet. Vader had once sworn, years ago now at the time he first earned his Sith name, that he would never kneel at another's feet again.

What a fool he'd been then.

Or--not a fool. Just so incredibly shortsighted.

"I don't understand," Obi-Wan tells him quietly, and Vader gives him a smile, shakes his head in fondness. There is very little in the entire galaxy that his padawan can't understand should he put his mind to it.

Obi-Wan simply does not want to understand, though the evidence is laid out so neatly before him. Physically before him, for that matter.

His padawan's stubbornness would be endearing if it were not so inconvenient. If it did not come with the boy drawing his knee up and out of Vader's reach the moment he goes to touch him.

As if he cannot bear his master's touch. As if he does not recognize him.

Vader lets out a measured breath, searching to calm himself. It is hardly his padawan's fault that he's reacting this way. Vader had always envisioned himself coaxing Obi-Wan into the truth in order to let him accept it.

Tonight had hardly gone as planned.

For all parties involved.

"I had no choice," Vader tells him now, grasping his knee with his flesh palm and pushing it up--allowing himself to touch, to feel. He'd returned to the Temple long past sunset. Had stopped here in the Council chambers first for a moment before fetching his padawan from his bed. Obi-Wan is still in his night clothes, pale and vulnerable and suitable only for Vader's eyes.

But then, Vader has always thought that.

"You killed the Chancellor," Obi-Wan tells him. His voice jumps up, high and distressed and his eyes flicker back and forth between Vader and the body behind him. The Chancellor's head is somewhere further away still, though his padawan cannot bring himself to look at it. "The Chancellor of the Republic!"

"Yes," Vader agrees. It had been a death long overdue, but Obi-Wan does not need to know that.

"He was my friend," Obi-Wan says, eyebrows furrowed and eyes so wet and beautiful. It means something, Vader thinks. That Obi-Wan is not running away. That he isn't screaming. That he has allowed himself to be pushed into Anakin Skywalker's Council seat even after seeing the body that Vader has brought him. Even after seeing Anakin Skywalker's golden eyes.

"He was my master," Vader says, and watches carefully--greedily--as the realization slides across his padawan's face. There is pain and sadness and disbelief and hurt and anger and agony, and his padawan wears them all so beautifully.

"You said--" Obi-Wan stops, wets his lips. His eyes jump to Vader's face and then remain there, pinned and punishing. "You said it was for me. That you...you did it for me. All of it?"

"Yes," Vader agrees easily, though Obi-Wan has not been very specific. It is true nonetheless. Since the boy came into his life all those years ago, hurt and angry and wounded at the tender age of fifteen, everything Anakin Skywalker has done has been for the boy. All of it. Always. He Fell for him. He killed for him. He protected him from every silent threat that could have hurt him, every lustful Jedi who got too close to him, every disappointment, every skinned knee. Or he tried to, at least. And took away his pain when he couldn't be there to stop the insult in the first place. All of it has been for the boy. His boy. His precious padawan.

"But I...I never wanted anyone to die," Obi-Wan whispers, eyes tugged back to the headless body of the Chancellor. "I never...I never wanted you to Fall. Master, this isn't you, this isn't--"

Vader leans forward. Obi-Wan's night clothes have slipped up his leg from the touch of Vader's hand, and his padawan's skin is exposed. Vader has spent years exercising control that fails him now. He presses his lips against that fragile, soft skin, and the Force rears back with desire.

Not his own desire.

"You have a choice, little one," he murmurs, reveling in the feeling of his lips brushing against skin that has for so long been denied to him by his own self-control. If he were a weaker man, perhaps he would have given into his padawan's desires long ago. Before things were ready. Before the moment was right. "You have many choices to make, actually. And so little time to make them."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says, pleas, really. His hands tangle in his hair, though if the boy means to tug him away, he forgets to. Instead, the touch simply lingers. "Please, Master, I don't--I won't--"

"The Chancellor had plans to destroy the Jedi Order and the Republic," Vader says, low and sweet. "He has placed control chips in the minds of the clones. The right phrase, said into the right comm-link, will trigger the downfall of the Jedi."

"No," Obi-Wan breathes, which is what Vader had thought his padawan would think. It is so sweet to be proven correct.

Though it is a pity, really. He thinks he would have liked to be emperor now that Sidious has fallen. But though the tug of the Dark Side encourages greed, there is undeniably something that Vader wants more than the galaxy.

"I know," he soothes his padawan, using the Force to tug him closer. The boy doesn't resist, as if he has forgotten that he can. "I know, it would have been horrible, sweetheart. But I killed him. He is dead."

He is dead for unrelated reasons, of course. Dead not because of his plans or because of the Order. Dead because he dared invite Obi-Wan for tea while Vader was off planet. Dead because he touched his padawan, put his hand on his shoulder during a public appearance at the opera.

Obi-Wan does not need to know this.

"I have to go though," Vader tells him instead. A whisper. Heartbroken and gutted and utterly false. "He manipulated me into Falling, sweet one. And now I have to go because the Jedi Order will imprison me should I stay."

And, like the sweetest of victories, Obi-Wan's hands clench tighter into his hair. "No," he says. "No, they wouldn't--we can explain. You can--can explain--"

"I cannot risk my freedom in that way, sweetling," Vader says, and his voice is hurt and hard and so, so false. "They will not listen. Or they will see a Fallen man, a Sith with golden eyes, and they will fear him. They will take you away from me. Give you to another master to train."

"They won't--"

"They will," Vader murmurs. He pushes his hands higher up Obi-Wan's legs, taking the nightrobes with him as he goes. Exposing more of his padawan to the cool night air of the Council chambers, to the heat of his master's eyes. "If not because I am a man Fallen then because they will certainly check the security holos of this room. And they will see this. My mouth on your skin. Your hands in my hair. Of course they will take you away from me should we stay."

Obi-Wan trembles beneath his lips. He trembles and his Force signature sways, burning hot with guilt and shame and desire. Longing. Love.

"So you have a choice, baby. I need to leave. Because of what I did to protect you. And you--you can let me go alone, or you can come with me."

His padawan's hands tighten in his hair, and Vader could be Force-blind and still feel the pulse of want at his words. But it is not enough to have Obi-Wan Kenobi want him. He needs to need him.

He needs to follow him.

"I would never leave you," Vader tells him. This, finally, after everything else, is the truth. He wonders if his padawan understands it for the threat it is. "Please, Obi-Wan. Do not leave me either."

Obi-Wan's blue eyes, so lovely, so loved, blink down at him. He opens his mouth and wets his lips. "Master," he murmurs. It is the most beautiful sound, his capitulation.

[pwurrz]

quincy, sighing heavily: “alright, what’s going on? you’re making yakumo upset.”

dante, being even more blunt than usual: “what, like that’s a hard thing to do? he cries all the time anyways, most likely it wasn’t even my actions that upset him.”

quincy:

dante, suddenly hearing boss music: “…r-regardless of my intentions, my commentary was unnecessary and i probably hurt his feelings. i should.. apologize.. to him.”

quincy: “hm. good choice.”

[dorkfruit]

Yea i finished the cheese kingdom howd u guess

[gizmogirz]

[ratcandy]

got 2 emails back to back. 1 email leaves me feeling very nervous but excited and sending a happy email back because it could be the best thing ever in the entire world for me. the other email (not related to the first one) has replaced my joy and whimsy with righteous burning spite and fury as I respond with extremely thinly veiled passive aggression because if this fuck-up is not remedied Right This Second I'm going to attack someone. I call this my thursday morning whiplash

[kimodraw]

thought a lot abt the cw shows these past few days

[sctumsempra]

severus definitely spends breaks/summers so high he’s in a different realm. it’s not alcohol so it’s not triggering and it gives the not connected to your brain or body most autistics and people with shitty childhoods look for. and there’s no way he doesn’t deal with chronic pain or migraines on a regular basis so once he found weed it was game over. also smoking on ur back porch while the sun is setting is so peak that i genuinely think it might fix him a little bit

[iersei]

Hot Glenn Valentines / @hot-glenn-valentines-2025

Flowers

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a bouquet of funeral flowers bursting forth from your chest

[the-depressed-comedic-relief]

Mediscout artists PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU DRAW MORE OF BLU SCOUT AND RED MEDIC!! All I ever see is red, blu, and blu med and red scout, and while yes I do enjoy it PLEASE give me blu scout and red medic. Me and my boyfriend love Mediscout, I’m blu scout and it’s red medic, and we never see ourselves in Mediscout fanart

[bonneblah]

Christmas dinner with the (future) in-laws was successful!