#cupcake warning

[sinisxtea]

in honor of doyoung album here’s johndo

[amberdoesthings73]

Making Friends :) Happy April Fools

[shhh-secret-time]

Can we please get some Poly Tweek and Craig? I'm so down bad for those two! Something spicy maybe? Love your stuff so far.

Oho~! This was was a little tricky to write but I enjoyed it! I do love those boys!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Blowjobs, Improper use of icing, Strong Language, NSFW

Pairing: Craig x F!Reader x Tweek

"She's gonna kill us man! Ack! Don't just sit there and eat the icing!"

"Why not? We're not using it."

"Dude! Just help me clean this!"

"Calm down honey, I am helping."

The two bickering back and forth brought a smile to your lips. Craig's monotone responses contrasted Tweek's rising panic, earning a little giggle. From the corner of your eye, you could see their shadows from the kitchen, watching Tweek's scurrying around frantically trying to clean whatever mess they made. You haven't walked into the kitchen yet, in fact you just got home. Calling out that you were home fell on deaf ears as the two were so engaged in their little argument.

Tweek's shadow was getting larger as he made his way out of the kitchen. Coming into view, you got a better look at him. He was covered in sprinkles and icing, the blue stars and little sugary delights stuck in his crazy blond hair. The white vanilla smelling icing clung to his cheeks slightly smeared across the pale flesh.

Where there was one the other was sure to follow, Craig following him with a pleased look in his eyes. Over time you learned how to read the tall blank faced man, learning that it was all in his eyes. And right now, his eyes held such childlike excitement, as he gazed upon Tweek's frustrated face. He wasn't as covered as Tweek was, but his blue hoodie had white powder all over the front of it, you guess he refused to wear the aprons Tweek owned, and his clothes paid the price for it.

"Where are you going babe?"

"What do you- what do you mean where am I going!? To wash this crap off! Since you didn't want to help with the kitchen you-" Tweek stopped in his tracks at Craig's question, turning to face him he hissed in frustration.

Tweek only stopped when he saw you standing in the corner of the living room. His eyes widened in surprise like he was caught in some horrible act. To Tweek this was a horrible act, his anxiety was screaming at him that the messy kitchen was going to make you blow up.

But it was the exact opposite, you were giggling and covering your mouth at how adorable they both looked. Craig stood there with a bored expression and Tweek twitching causing sprinkles to fall from his hair and onto the floor.

"Did you guys have fun?” You asked through your giggle fit.

"Yeah."

"N-No!"

You could only laugh again, shaking your head at your boys. Closing the distance between the two of them, you reached up and began picking the sprinkles from Tweek’s hair. You could hear his breath hitch as you pulled one off his cheek, stuck because of the icing, and popped it into your mouth. The little blue star melting on your tongue.

"Hmm~ lemme guess, cupcakes?"

"Hnng, y-yes! Craig and I thought... thought you were looking stressed recently, so we wanted to make you cupcakes!" Tweek explained through grunts and squeaks. His fingers were flexing until they found purchase on his sweater vest.

Craig only nodded along with his boyfriend, but he liked the idea you had and as Tweek spoke he picked a sprinkle off his cheek. When he popped it in his mouth Tweek's body tensed and shivered.

"Awh... guys that's so sweet! So, what happened?" You giggled again watching Tweek shoot a glare at Craig.

"Tweek freaked out because he couldn't get the cap open, fell back and the icing fell on him." Craig's responded faster than Tweek this time, the monotone voice cutting him off.

"Yeah, that sounds about right, but hey it's the thought that counts! Thank you!" You responded with a little shrug and a warm smile.

"Oh, the cupcakes still got made, they'll be done in a bit." Craig pulled his hand back when Tweek delivered a firm slap on his hand.

"N-now Craig and I are going to clean the kitchen a-and ourselves!" Tweek gestured to himself and Craig with a sigh.

"Oh~? Are you trying to tell me this isn't part of my little gift?" Your purr sent a shiver straight down Tweek's spine, a deep blush creeping across his face.

"H-hng no! I-I mean- it could be?"

Laughing at his reaction, you pressed your lips against his cheeks. The dried vanilla delight coming in contact with your lips made you hum. Your tongue darting out to collect the sweet icing that was already beginning to melt across your tastebuds. Tweek's body flinched in response, the feeling of your tongue gliding across his cheek pulling out a shaky moan.

"Hm~ did you offer Craig a bite? All of this can't just be for me." Your voice dipped to a sultry whisper as you finished cleaning off his face.

Your hot breath brushing against the shell of his ear made him whine out. Craig's chuckle now much closer than it had been a minute ago, Tweek could feel his breath fanning down his neck. Pressing an open tongue kiss into Tweek's skin, Craig bit down on the soft flesh. The sharp pain on his neck was quick but enough to make Tweek moan out.

"G-guys please." You smirked at the sound of his begging, which Craig mirrored.

"Ain't he sweet? Taste so good~"

"He does. Messy and sweet." Craig peppered kisses up Tweek's neck with a hum, Tweek's head tilting back in response. "Always a messy boy."

You hummed in response as your hands slid down Tweek's waist tugging on the belt loops. Following Craig's lead, you began pressing kisses on the other side of Tweek's neck down towards his shoulder.

Tweek's head was spinning from the sensation of both of his lovers assaulting his neck. His breathing becoming erratic at the love bites, the dark red marks Craig left behind and the teeth marks you were pressing into his flesh. Not to mention the way your hands were inching dangerously close to the button on his pants, your fingertips disappearing past the hem of his pants.

"Craaaaig, did you really not help clean the kitchen?" Your tone suddenly rang out, the warning making Craig stop and groan.

"I... ate the icing out of the bowl?" He muttered into Tweek's skin.

"Oh baby, that's not very responsible of you. I don't think you deserve this Tweek treat." Your hands cupped Tweek's hips to tug him away from Craig, who's brows furrowed.

Before he could protest Tweek let out a shaky sigh and wrapped his arms around you, immediately nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Just relieved that he could finally catch his breath, but more so that you were on his side.

"Why don't you sit down while I help Tweek get the rest of the kitchen cleaned up?" Taking Tweek by the hand, you lead him towards the kitchen.

Craig pressed his lips together in a thin line, if the way you said that didn't make his cock throb in response he'd be pissed. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms and watched as you gently pushed Tweek back against the island counter. Tweek's eyes were wide as he watched you grab the bowl of icing, there was enough left to execute your little plan. His mouth went dry as he looked at Craig, the dark green of his eyes almost black with lust.

So preoccupied with the way Craig was staring the both of you down, he gasped when the cold air of the kitchen brushed across his exposed cock. His eyes flew down to your form, already sunk down to your knees with the little pink of your tongue sticking out. You had his pants down by his thighs, along with his underwater, his mind racing at how easily you could mold him. He was puddy in your hands and you knew it. You loved it even. You had a power over the both of them, it wasn't like Craig listened to just anyone. Someone with the kind of power to keep the stoic man by the doorway, someone with the kind of power to make his cock bob at the mere sight of you on your knees.

"Relax Coffee Bean, I'm gonna reward you for being so good. But I'm going to make you all messy again, okay? Continue to be a good boy and let me taste you." Tweek nodded at your command, his head shaking up and down vigorously. Anything you wanted; he would give. He'd give it all.

You smiled up at him as your fingers began collecting the sticky sweet icing in the bowl. Tweek felt his chest tighten when you began smearing the icing down his shaft. Just as he was about to squirm from the feeling of the thick cream on his cock, the feeling was replaced with your mouth around his cock. You started off slowly taking your time with the cute blond, your tongue swirling around the bright red tip. Each time he bucked against your mouth you had to resist the urge to giggle, he was trying so hard to not thrust his cock down your throat. He was already a twitching mess, but the incredible feeling of your mouth around his cock made it worse.

It didn't help that you could feel Craig's piercing gaze, watching you intently bob your head up and down; the icing smeared across your lips. Your hands trailed up the inside of Tweek's thighs, squeezing and holding on as if they were your last lifeline. Poor thing couldn't take it anymore, his hand flew down to your hair gripping the locks as he rocked into your mouth. Salty and sweet flavor pushed further down your tongue as slick pre-cum coated your tongue. Tweek felt his body tense up as he chased his release, losing rhythm the closer he got to his climax.

"I'm-I'm gonna cum, please let me cum! Please, please!" Whimpers and cries turned to begging that was separated by heavy panting, Tweek felt like his chest was about to explode.

Unable to pull away from his assault you gave his thighs a firm squeeze, letting him know it was okay to let go. A hum from your throat vibrating up into his cock made him throw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. That was when you felt the salty liquid shoot down the back of your throat and your nose forcibly pressed against his stomach. Tweek's cries slurred to moans as he gripped the side of your head trying to anchor himself to you. Eventually, when he calmed down, he slowly pulled his member from your mouth. His hand shakily trying to message any discomfort from your scalp. You smiled and nuzzled your face into his hand as your swallowed down the rest of his cum.

"There we go, you did so good for me Tweek." You cooed happily, rising to your feet.

Using Tweek to stable yourself, you slid your hands up and down his chest feeling the loud thumping in his chest. Your smile died as a human shaped shadow was cast over the both of you. You knew what was coming, Craig didn't take teasing well if at all. The fact that he patiently watched you for this long was a miracle in itself. Rough hands, contrasting Tweek's gentle touch, grabbed at your waist forcing you back against his stiff member. You almost felt bad for the man by the feeling of it through his jeans alone it must have been painful, but any pity was thrown out the window when you felt him lift you up and press you against Tweek.

Normally Craig would have chuckled at the squeak that left your lips, enjoying the fact that you were suddenly so shy at the way he manhandled you, but right now the only thing on his mind was getting back at you. It wasn't fair that they could have a full conversation with their eyes and body language alone and it certainly wasn't fair that Tweek was so quick to betray you. His slender fingers fumbled with the button of your pants, once they were popped open Craig's fingers hooked into the waistband of them and practically shoved them down. With a frustrated huff he wouldn't bother giving your underwear the same patience, tearing them off with a snap. You yelped as you felt Tweek's hands grip your arms to hold you up and your feet no longer touching the ground.

In the back of your mind, you knew neither would do anything to really hurt you, but the way Craig looked at you made you feel like prey. And when he leaned forward, bending your body until you were smashed up against Tweek's chest, you knew you were in for it. His hot breath brushing against your skin as his voice dipped dangerously low, the kind you could feel in his chest as he spoke.

"Remember that I love you honey, because I'm going to fucking destroy you like I don't." The man pressed a sweet kiss into your cheek like he didn't just promise your downfall.

Your eyes widened up at Tweek who only gave you a smile in return, sickly sweet like he was enjoying this. The little traitor. When Tweek's hand caressed your face and he pressed a kiss onto your lips you should have known he was distracting you. Distracting you from Craig but from the way the tip of his cock drug across your wet folds there would be no ignoring him. Craig's arm hooked under your leg stretching your thighs until you were spread open perfectly for him.

You heard him click his tongue and then without missing a beat his cock slammed into you. The thick member shoving past your folds and immediately meeting that oh so delicious spot. Feeling Tweek smirk against your lips as you tried to cry out in pleasure, you swore you were already seeing stars. For as quick as Craig was going about bullying your insides, Tweek kept his kisses slow. While one was treating you like glass the other left bruises on your skin. Soft gentle kisses, tasting himself and that icing on you, peppering his lips on yours repeatedly; every time he pulled away you let out moan after moan.

"Fuck, the way your walls are clenching around me. You like this don't you? Like when I fuck you like this?" Craig wasn't usually so verbal but something about you and Tweek pulled something out of him. Maybe it was the way your walls clenched around his cock, fluttering at the way his voice got ragged. Maybe it was because he was addicted and finally getting his fix after you thought you could deny him. "Fuck of course you'd get wet from that, trying to choke my cock sweetheart?"

He stood back at his full height, no longer hunched over you to whisper filth in your ear. No, he was focused now. The shift was unbelievable. He went from short rough thrusts, rutting against you like a mad man, to calculated long strikes. His tempo didn't slow, if anything with your cunt sucking him further in it only encouraged him to speed up. Beads of sweat traced patterns over your skin, your arousal making it easier for him to keep up his pace. Tweek watched as you came undone around Craig's cock, felt your body tense up in his arms and your back arching. Tweek's fingers slipped down from your arms to your clit circling the pads of his fingertips around your aching clit, clear cum coating his fingers.

With your walls fluttering around his cock, Craig felt his release creeping closer and closer. He wanted to try and hold out to pull another out of you, Tweek already overstimulating you from his fingers, but he couldn't. Not when you felt so good around him, like you were made for him. After a few more slam of his hips, his cock pulsed and released deep inside of you. His cum painting the inside of your walls, filling your insides until you were stuffed and dripping.

For a few moments the three of you basked in the glow of each other, the sound of trying to catch your breath and Craig coming down from his high. Ever so slowly he pulled his softening member from your core, setting you down gently. When your legs failed to hold you up Tweek wrapped his arms around you. Gently placing you on the counter, he took a step back to help you both get cleaned up. Somehow the flour on Craigs clothes flew off and clung to your sweaty skin, the sprinkles from Tweek stuck to your thighs and shoulders. Instead of getting clean, now all three of you were a sticky sweaty mess.

Ding

“Cupcakes are done.”

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Jedi Night"

Right, just going to go ahead and pass around the boxes of tissues.

Live reaction version.

And here we are at last. The entire latter half of the season had already began shifting at "Rebel Assault", but here the shift becomes permanent.

From the promos and synopsis put out before this episode, the genre-savvy among us could kind of already tell what was coming. But it was still devastating.

All right, enough stalling, let's get into it.

Aww man, this is the same spot Ezra sits in the finale isn't it?

Dammit we're barely ten seconds in and I'm already sad.

The Loth-wolf theme is heavy over this scene as Kanan is bombarded with an audio portent and foreshadowing of things to come in the WBW.

"You want a ride?" "The Jedi Temple is in danger." "Kanan, you haven't gotten me a present since we met." "You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi." "You didn't prepare me for this, Kanan." "There's something I need to tell you." "I know I can always count on you."

Kanan hears mostly himself, and the two most important people in his life--Hera and Ezra. He hears Ezra's despair at losing him, and his resolve in entrusting his life and mission to Sabine. He knows the Jedi Temple is in danger. He's connected deeply with the wolves at this point, and either knows or at least suspects what he and Ezra will be asked to do.

This is probably where those extra episodes explaining Kanan's backstory and connection to Lothal would have come in handy. As it is we get the mysterious voiceover dump and have to piece things together after the fact.

What I think makes the most sense is that the Loth-wolves stopped Kanan from going to rescue Hera last episode precisely because--connected deeply as they are in the Force, associated with the WBW--they could see ahead to the potential futures of that course of action and knew that if he went after her, he would die. No matter what he did, no matter which way he moved, one way or another, it would happen. So they warned him. They showed him why lay ahead.

If you do this, we cannot save you, they told him.

And that's why he spends so much of this episode trying to mentally prepare the others, especially Ezra, for his absence.

Because the wolves still a Jedi to save the Temple from Palpatine's evil intentions.

Kanan is resolved in his purpose: He's going to save Hera. He's resigned to his fate: He will trade his life for the chance. And he's determined in his resilience: "Then I will make it count." He won't just make his death a meaningless sacrifice. He will ensure the completion of her mission, honor her by fulfilling the end goal of her failed attack. He will save Lothal by destroying the fuel pods and bringing the factories to a halt. He will give his life for Hera's dream.

Kanan proves in the end that he understands how to love without attachment. (Also why he makes Ezra formulate the plan, because he knows his feelings are compromised when it comes to Hera.) He will not cling selfishly to her. He will free her and then let her go and then let his own life pass away. He will take his place in Hades, and then teach Ezra how to grieve. Because Ezra won't be able to save him.

Because you can't go back down into Hades to retrieve the ones you lose.

“In mythology, if you go to Hades to get them back you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for yourself. You’re doing it because you don’t want to give them up. You’re afraid to be without them. The key to the dark side is fear. You must be clean of fear, and fear of loss is the greatest fear. If you’re set up for fear of loss, you will do anything to keep that loss from happening, and you’re going to end up in the dark side. That’s the basic premise of Star Wars and the Jedi, and how it works."

George Lucas, Mellody Hobson George Lucas - Virtual Speaker Interview, 2021

I love this shot, Ezra entering lightsaber-first, a visual emphasis on the fact that they are Jedi, and the Force requires much of them. Much sacrifice, much compassion, much selflessness. To whom much is given, much is required. With great power comes great responsibility.

All that jazz.

Kanan is preparing Ezra for the greatest responsibility he's going to have, to be asked to do what is right regardless of what it will personally cost him. And he's about to become a very painful object lesson.

He also talks like he's been given multiple visions of the future and is arranging things specifically so that they'll fall out in a specific way. It mirrors how Ezra speaks in the finale--If Thrawn shows up too soon, then this path, if he doesn't, then this one.

Some very painful paralleling that you don't realize the first time through.

Ezra's a bit uncertain at first, but honors Kanan's request, and gets started formulating a plan to get them into the Capital.

OH HEY WOULD YOU LIKE TO DESPISE PRYCE A BIT MORE?

Conducting the interrogation personally in her own office is quite the flex.

Once again paralleling to the Season One finale, another character comes in to start the questioning, and gets awfully personal with the digs, bringing up the interrogated party's painful past and history. In this case, Thrawn has brought Hera's kalikori down from its pedastel in his office on the Chimaera--that "place of honor" he promised her--in order to rub it in how he's deciphered the cultural meaning behind it.

Really leaning in hard on those icky cultural appropriation vibes aren't we, writers? Let's be clear, it's not that Thrawn was curious about Twi'lek culture and researched what meant what on a kalikori that's so gross, it's that he did so in order to learn more about Hera specifically so that he could hurt her more personally, namely by taunting her about her dead brother. It's the context, not the curiosity.

Thrawn is an Imperial warlord and only comes into contact with these cultural relics because he's a member of the tyrannical force currently oppressing those cultures. If he really respected or cared about them as items important to the people the Empire was conquering, he should leave them in their damn place. OR, if destruction of the relics at the hand of the Empire was inevitable, he should save them from that destruction and then be finding a way to give them back to the people they belong to or the closest equivalent. Instead he hoards them in his own art gallery to dissect and study to glean more insight into the cultures, so that the Empire might better defeat them.

Yeah no, the staging parallels to the Grand Inquisitor are super 100% on purpose and deliberate.

Also! Because I like ruining people's days, would you like some more Fridge Horror that you may or may not already have seen if you've been following me?

IT-O droids monitor prisoner vitals. Heartrate, blood pressure, adrenaline, other hormones and physiological markers. Hera's already pregnant at this point. Possibly far enough along that the IT-O was able to detect it.

Thrawn and Pryce might knowingly have tortured a pregnant woman.

~You're weeeeeeeeeelcooooooooome.~

Love Sabine whacking Zeb and shushing him to not interrupt Ezra as he's meditating and sensing out.

Also this look. <3

And also the soft conspiratorial smiles between Ezra and Sabine as they vibe on the same wavelength in regards to this plan.

The Kiners go all out on the music this next scene, as we montage building the gliders and Kanan preparing to shave and cut his hair, fully reclaiming his identity as Caleb Dume, The Last Padawan, again.

Kanan's theme plays, in bright flute, with bouncy string accompaniment. It's ritualistic how he moves. Like a samurai slicing off his topknot. Luke's Theme crossfades in through his to mark the heroism of the moment, as the preparations are finished.

And thus begins a long series of hidden goodbyes.

"This is one of those times I'm glad the Force is with you." Zeb says, about how crazy the plan is, and Kanan just silently puts a hand on his shoulder, the last time the two men would ever speak.

(The animators also go all hell out, making this episode one of the most gorgeous yet put to print.)

Cut to our favorite blue asshole. And he's been summoned to Coruscant for a meeting of heads of state to quibble about budgetary proportions lol. Of all things to yank Thrawn away from Lothal, it's politics and bureaucracy, par the course. Thrawn seems offended and claims Palpatine assured him he supports the Defenders.

And while I'm sure Palpatine has paid a bit of lip service to Thrawn's face... yeah no sorry honey, Palpatine was always going to go with the Death Star thing, it's been in the works since before the Clone War broke out. The only issue is that it's sucking all the funding and resources of everything else dry because of the constant delays and problems (Krennic is apparently mismanaging to hell) so now they are considering ganking money from other various projects to feed it.

And that's just... SO like the government lol.

So exit Thrawn, straight into the Thrawn: Treason novel. And I am still SORELY disappointed that Zahn did not take full advantage of the fact that Treason was basically a Rebels tie-in in order to have Thrawn sloooooooowly losing his mind and patience over things dissolving on Lothal while he's not there so that by the time we get him back in the finale, his irritation and annoyance is peak comedy and perfect characterization follow-through.

"I was gone for ONE HOUR and you blew up my project???!??"

The gliders are telegraphed to us with a very slight sound effect, and the rigid wings. So it's amazingly effective at fooling the Troopers lol. Rukh on the other hand has probably picked up a whiff of Zeb lingering on the others so he's alert.

Aaaaaand hidden goodbye number two, frick my heart this one hurts. There's so much Kanan can't tell Ezra, lest the fear of loss cripple him and make him unable to act, drive him towards the Dark Side. Kanan needs Ezra to be able to function for this mission, so he just praises Ezra for being a good listener--a veiled admonition for him to continue listening to the will of the Force, to his instincts, to the wisdom of others, to the wolves--and tells him and Sabine, "May the Force be with you."

He entrusts their safety to the Force, and tells them to trust in it in turn.

"Ezra and Sabine have each other, they'll find their way home."

Oh boy, on this edition of "Terrible Rebels takes that make zero sense except to the perpetually offended", there were actually multiple people who complained about Hera's confession coming about as a result of the truth serum, and they were mad that her loopy state because of the truth serum was played for laughs.

To which all I will say is, shut up, Hera drunk on truth serum is hilarious. Maybe quit having such a stick up your butt about bad things happening to female characters and let them get in on the jokes and slapstick occasionally.

Heroic Main Theme here as Kanan makes his entrance.

About 90% certain the thing Hera wanted to tell Kanan here was that she was pregnant. I refuse to accept that time on the fuel pod as the first time she told Kanan she loved him. Does not make sense, rejected.

Not gonna comment much on the Kanan/Hera scenes, they're adorable and sweet and heartwarming and heartbreaking in hindsight but I will say this soft romantic cue that accompanies them is very lovely.

Pryce sounds more than a bit pissy that Hera got rescued right from under her nose. This leads directly into her recklessness later with the fuel pods.

Love Ezra and Sabine casually commandeering a gunship. "I'm the backup pilot, so I'm in the back." And the Troopers just accept that logic lol.

And the "something" Kanan needs to tell Hera is either that he knows she's pregnant (but maybe doesn't know she knows?) OR about his upcoming expiration. Too bad Rukh interferes.

Oh hey, another sad parallel, neither Jedi have their lightsaber for their moment of ultimate sacrifice.

Hgngnh watching all the pieces move into place for what I already know is coming is awful.

Still cannot get over just how polluted the streets are, look at that rust colored smog.

Lol Ezra's little fist pump, completely forgetting where he is a moment. He's so cute I love him.

Their teamwork in taking out the other Imperials is great too.

*watches the kiss, sighs with sadness*

You did not have to dig so hard into the mood whiplash guys. You really didn't.

All right, let's just... pull off the bandaid.

The animation, the music full of mournful male chorus and high siren wail, the muted soundtrack, the emphasis on Hera and Ezra, that Kanan is so deeply utterly in tune with the Force that his blindness doesn't even matter (which is what his eyes clearing up was, clumsily, attempting to convey) he can see them...

And then he's gone.

And how awful it was for Ezra, who literally just felt his bond with Kanan snap inside his head, to have to be the competent leader and shout at Sabine to, "Go! Go!". For him to have to be the one thinking clearly, because Hera is completely numb and in shock.

Sabine wiping her eyes as she flies them out of there, somehow still able to see through her tears.

And then a stark white and gray titlecard as ashen dust flickers down around the text.

:((((((((

Frick man it still hits hard. Looking back though, it was inevitable. The death flags were all there, the pieces all set up and in place. This wasn't done on a whim, this was meticulously thought out, to devastating effect.

I was never quite as emotionally attached to Kanan as a lot of other people in the fandom, and I'm also a grown adult, so Kanan's death, while incredibly saddening, was not nearly as emotionally devastating to me as it was to quite a few younger viewers. For a lot of fandom this was their first time experiencing a fictitious loss like that, of having a character, a person they had as a staple in their lives, suddenly leaving it. Leaving behind an empty hole.

And that's one of the reasons I have to respect the writers for doing it. They had a story they needed to tell--about loss, about dealing with grief, about how to pick yourself back up and continue doing the right thing, as a Jedi specifically for Ezra, and as a person for everyone else--and they knew they needed to give it the weight and gravitas it merited.

You can't cling to things forever. It's one of the core staple lessons of Star Wars, the "point of the prequels" to borrow a common if oft-misused phrase.

Loss will happen. Death will happen. Do not give into fear about it. Do not let your fear of loss drive you into darkness.

Give yourself time to process the loss. Let yourself grieve.

And then let go.

So I appreciate that the next few episodes are spent almost as if in a funk, the cloud of grief hanging over us as we process through our loss with the characters and then pick ourselves back up and return to the mission. Because the war isn't won yet, and there are still things left to do.

It is darkest before the dawn.

[heavenlyrainbow]

[thenamesellen]

TW///Nudity and gore.

I got the idea to draw a humanized depiction of the MLP creepypasta, “Cupcakes.” I thought it would have been a cool idea.

[its-stimsca]

Stimboard of the only character more powerful than Afton in the fnaf franchise for stimtober day 27

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[baconcolacan]

Stay AU posting but I like to think when AK meets Paul and Pat for the first time he does this exact thing I drew in the dilf Tord piece.

So Paul kneels down and goes “Aw its okay buddy! We’re nice I swear!” thinking that AK is a shy, meek little boy as he reaches out to ruffle his hair.

But Tord and Tom barely get out a “Uh wait don’t-” before AK HISSES and lunges at Paul.

Now we have a child lockjawed on a man’s hand, while said man is screaming.

“HE’S TRYING TO DO A DEATH ROLL!!”

“PLAY DEAD PLAY DEAD PLAY DEAD PAUL PLAY DEAD-!!”

“ARTUR!! WE DO NOT MAUL OUR GENERALS ARTUR-!!”

“ARTHUR LET GO OF THE NICE MAN!! ARTHUR!! ARTHUR NO DEATHROLLING-!!”

[unawakening-float07]

everyone on tinder is so pretty when you’re high

[reverendazmx]

super duper party pony

[krislgfox]

=}: If you don't want to eat them I will)

[tarisilmarwen]

Whumptober 2023 - "Rites and Rituals"

(Last Whumptober fic woohoo!

Hello I am taking the Fridge Horror implications of "Visions and Voices" to their terrible conclusions via Sabine having nightmares.

Prompts used:

No. 21 "See the chains around my feet": Vows/Restraints/"Don't move"

Alt. 9 Drugging.

Trigger warning for implied/alluded to potential rape. Nothing actually happens but it's very clear what the Nightsisters intended to do.)

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Shadows moved around her as she stalked him through the dark. The thing inside her cackled softly to itself, zeroing in on the spot of orange wandering through the cave.

Sabine screamed inside her own head, watching things play out as a helpless observer.

A dizzy leap, a weightless feeling, and then her hands were catching hold of him, toppling him to the ground. He threw her off a moment later, green lightsaber springing to life as he crouched.

Run! Sabine wanted to scream at him. Run, Ezra! She strained at the control of the spirit inside her, trying to wrest her body back.

A green mist obscured her vision as the Nightsister tramped down on her; the next thing she knew there was a glowing obsidian blade in her hand, clashing against Ezra's emerald saber. Her vision blurred in and out, as ephemeral as the green smoke surrounding her. She was behind him. She was on top of him, holding him to the ground with her hands wrapped around his neck.

Sabine stared down with horror into Ezra's matching expression, saw the fear in his eyes as his hands scratched on hers, fingers prying.

"Sa... bine..." Ezra strained.

She felt sick in the pit of her stomach, mentally begging the spirit in control of her arms to stop, pleading with it. She felt her fingers around his throat, squeezing the breath out of him, felt the horrible way the air rattled through his constricted windpipe.

Stop! Please stop! she heard herself screaming.

The debt must be paid... came the rasping hiss of the Nightsister. He belongs to us now.

Sabine felt her arm drawing back, saw with dismay that the repulsor in her vambrace was charging.

The pulse hit Ezra square in the head, stunning him, knocking his head against the rocks.

Despair and distress pierced through her, and Sabine shoved hard against the walls of her head, trying to find a way out.

No. No no no no no this was wrong, this was ALL wrong, she hadn't overpowered him, he had saved her, he had SAVED her, this wasn't what had happened!

Her hands were under his armpits, dragging him deeper into the cave. He should have been too heavy for her but she had an unnatural strength. Sabine tried to pull against her own body but she was useless, trapped in place, the Nightsister's mind was so much stronger than hers, like icy fingers clenched around her skull.

She was at the altar already, and Kanan was moving to take him from her. She didn't want to let go—she hated the vindictive glee in Kanan's Nightsister-possessed eyes, hated the hungry intentions she could feel from the one inside her—but she had already turned around, fiddling with bottles and vials, the cold stone of them in her hands.

She strained to look behind her. All she could hear was Ezra's dazed struggling, the shrill laughter of the Nightsister spirits, a low hum reverberating through the wide space.

The Nightsister finally turned her back around and Sabine choked to see Kanan dragging a half-conscious Ezra onto the altar by his hair, pulling him up onto its stone surface as Ezra weakly batted at his hands.

The rough, rasping voices of the Nightsisters rose up together, starting an eerie chant. It was sonorous, melodic, in a language she didn't understand but with a fervent repetitive pattern she could guess at; a prayer, a mantra, an incantation. The other spirits hovered over the altar, bright green mist rising up, swirling around both them and the open space. Kanan held Ezra down by his arms and the mist formed into spectral manacles that wrapped around Ezra's wrists, tightening, chaining him to the altar.

Sabine wanted to vomit. She wanted to scream and kick and cry but she couldn't; she felt her own lips curling in a smirk, stone vial casually held in her hands, walking towards the altar.

She blinked and she was straddling him, vial held out over his face, a guttural chuckle emanating from her bowels.

"Don't move," she heard the Nightsister inside her say, tilting the vial as Kanan's hands held Ezra's head in place, held his chin firm and his mouth open.

Ezra choked on the ichor that poured from the vial, coughing, gagging horribly, chest clenching. Sabine wailed inside her head, once again begging the spirits to stop.

Don't do this! she cried. Please!

The Nightsisters were unsympathetic to her pleas. Maul promised us flesh and blood , they said, their voices echoing and overlapping. The ritual must be completed. With this, we will rebuild.

Ezra's eyes were glowing green, staring up blankly towards the ceiling. There was a knife in her hand and Sabine's mind screamed but the blade didn't pierce his flesh, didn't bury itself in his chest to spill his blood.

Instead it sliced his jacket open, collar to navel, revealing the Nightsisters' intentions in a moment of terrible icy-cold horror and clarity.

No! Sabine shrieked inside her own head, as she felt her body lean down, felt her lips pressing wetly to Ezra's neck, sucking, biting.

No no no no no no—

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"No!" Sabine cried, snapping awake in blind terror.

The horror and fear clung to her, tight around her lungs. She was ramrod straight, her spine a tense iron bar.

There was stumbling footsteps outside her door and then it hissed open, and Kanan was there, staggering into the room with half-frantic panic.

"Sabine!" he called, the concern in his voice crumpling her, making her clutch her stomach and heave for breath.

Sabine gasped, inhaling great gulps of air as she tried to reorient herself, tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she was awake, she was awake, Dathomir was long behind them, she didn't hurt Ezra, it had just been a horrible dream.

Kanan's hand was on her back now, trying to help her regain her breath. Sabine sobbed, relief and disgust and a dizzy shuddering moving through her.

She couldn't bring herself to speak, just gasping and crying, hot tears spilling from her eyes.

"Easy," Kanan told her, rubbing her back. "It's all right now. You're okay."

Flutters from the doorway announced an audience to her trembling breakdown. Sabine didn't want to look but found her eyes stealing sideways anyway, spying Zeb hovering in the hallway and just behind him Ezra with wide worried eyes, looking at her in innocent concern.

Sabine sobbed harder, turning her face. She couldn't look at him. She could still remember the leering vile intentions of the Nightsister that had been inside her head, how it had appraised the Jedi padawan like a specimen. She could still feel the lurid thoughts the spirit had had, as it manipulated her limbs, the plans that played out in her nightmares, vivid and awful. All she could see when she squeezed her eyes closed were afterimages of his face gaping up at her in terror, as the thing inside her used her body to hurt him. Choking him. Drugging him. Raping him.

Hot shame flared her cheeks. She shifted closer towards the wall, turning her back towards the door as if that could block out the searing light of his presence, floating there, completely unawares.

Seeming to sense her turmoil, Kanan quickly shooed the other two away, a hasty, "Give her a minute." the explanation behind his hitting the button to close the door, stepping quickly closer to the side of the bed.

"Sabine..." he called gently. "What is it? Talk to me," he urged.

Sabine slowly collected herself, heaving great inhales of breath, arms clutched tight around her knees.

"N—nightmare," she stammered. Her dry mouth felt like acrid cotton; she swallowed and bile dripped back down her throat. "I—I was remembering... remembering what they wanted to do with us—the Nightsister spirits—with our bodies and—" Her throat tightened again, heat and wetness stinging her eyes. "And how they wanted—wanted to—to—"

Her voice strangled.

Kanan was immediately present, stepping up a few rungs on the ladder so he could wrap arms around her. "That didn't happen," he emphasized firmly to her, squeezing her tight. "You didn't get hurt and you didn't hurt him—neither of us did." The conviction in his voice seemed half meant for himself, and Sabine shuddered, calming down a bit, remembering she wasn't the only one who'd had her body stolen from her, had come so close to hurting someone she cared about, even if it wouldn't have been her that actually did it.

Slowly, with agonizing prickles traveling up and down inside her lungs, she managed to stop crying, though her throat stayed clogged and tight, hands squeezing her legs. Kanan's arms stayed wrapped around her, warm and comforting, grounding her.

She breathed in and out, in time with the ticking of her heart.

It hadn't happened, she told herself. It hadn't happened.

The knowledge that it could have happened, though—if Ezra hadn't pushed her outside, hadn't freed her from the Nightsister, if she had somehow bested him in their clash—still made her feel... violated.

She shivered. Her heart gradually stopped beating a thousand miles per minute, slowing to an anxious thumping. She stared past her knees, straight ahead at the mattress, and tried not to think about being on top of the altar with Ezra underneath her.

Miserably, she squeezed her eyes closed, letting go of her legs and mashing her hands over her face, pulling away from Kanan, who stepped back down to the floor.

"It was horrible, Kanan..." she said, slightly muffled by her fingers. "Her cackling voice in my head, not having control of my limbs, knowing what they wanted to do with us..."

"You don't have to tell me," Kanan agreed, sighing.

"I want it out of my head." Sabine raised her face, eyes dismayed. "How do I even look at him, Kanan? How can I trust myself around him?"

A firm hand pinched her shoulder, Kanan grabbing hard.

"It. Wasn't. You," he growled. Less harshly now, he let his head drift back, his grip loosen. "If they had managed to complete the ritual it would have been just as much of a violation on your end. But that didn't happen."

Sabine shuddered, trying to quell the churn of unease that turned her stomach. For a moment she just sat and absorbed Kanan's admonition. Let the memories of what actually happened—as horrible as they were—fill her mind and replace the images from her nightmare.

He saved me, she reminded herself. He saved me. We're okay. I didn't... I wasn't...

Her head quieted. She sat in the silence with Kanan and just breathed. There was something soothing about it, feeling the breath pass through her lungs, her mind focused solely on the motion of her chest. Maybe the Jedi had a point about meditation.

A long few silent moments more and then she stirred.

"Sorry I woke you," she mumbled, shifting and letting her legs dangle over the side of the bed.

"Anytime," he told her softly. "You think you're the first one I've checked in on after a nightmare? Hell, I've been the one who needed checking in on." A fond smile touched his lips and Sabine felt less guilty for worrying him.

Her hands wound together on her lap. "Guess we've all had our bad nights, huh?" she quipped. She put hands on the edge of the bunk and hopped down. "I think I'm going to paint for a bit, if that's okay," she said. She shuddered with unease. "I don't think I can get back to sleep," she admitted softly.

"All right. Can I get you anything?" Kanan offered.

Sabine shook her head, then added for his benefit a verbal, "No. I'm all right. Tell Zeb and Ezra that—" Her voice hitched a moment, everything from her nightmare threatening to come rushing right back. She found herself again and cleared her throat. "—that I'm okay."

Kanan nodded, reaching out, finding her shoulder for one final squeeze. "I will," he promised.

Sabine started to get out her brushes and canvas as Kanan stepped across the room to the door, exiting. Out in the hall she heard Ezra's worried questions and Kanan's soft answers, glanced up once to look past Kanan and meet the probing concern in his blue eyes. Ezra looked back at her, anxious lines in his face. His worry over her was palpable. She almost trembled under its intensity, face heating.

Throat thick, she managed to smile, though it was choked and uncertain. She turned towards her blank canvas as the door slid back closed.

She would tell him later. He deserved to know. How much danger they had come close to evading.

She dipped her first brush in vibrant orange and began a line across her canvas.

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Spoiler alert she does not tell him later. Because that's an awkward conversation to have.

That does it for this year folks! See you next Whumptober.

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