#eila requests

[eilaafterhours]

Ok so scenario for Rafayel if he found out he has a teenage daughter as a result of his capture (I personally think he’s way older than he says, like in the hundreds which would make sense since merpeople are usually either immortal or very long lived and slow aging.)

My request will make more sense if you look at my post.

https://www.tumblr.com/huntersmoon1/742171744717144064/omg-what-if-our-merman-was-captured-and-taken-from

I will not be fulfilling this request as my requests are closed indefinitely.

I can direct you to my other blog, and you are free to request something there.

Please be very mindful of my rules.

Literal Moments Later Edit: Don't bother, I'm blocking you on both accounts.

Note to everyone else: Don't send the same ask (or your own posts) to multiple people at the same time.

[queersrus]

request for cottagecore + sad-ish? id pack? please + thanks!

here's my attempt!

assuming id pack includes more than just the usual npts i'll throw in a few cottagecore and sad related labels i found

(nick)names:

ambrose, amos, ansel, acacia, ada, adelaide, arwin/arwen, ava, avery/averie, aviva, amaranth, able, arbor, art, arty/artie, asher, ainsley, acheron, adalia brandy/brandi, branwen, billie/billy, bryony, bill, banner, booker, bram

barley, brion, brian, bryce chloris, chandra, cyrene, cayenne, cade, clyde, chester, cliff denna, diana/dianna, diona, donna/dona, derby, dallas, danica, daphne, dixie, dawn, dylan

edmund, elenore, elodie, eudora, elenore/eleanor, ebony, erica, eila, eira, eve, eithne, everlee, elize, eliza, elizabeth, everlyn, elwood, emerson, elowen finnegan, freddy/freddie, frederick, fallin/fallon, florance/florence

fable, frank, frankie/franky, franklin/franklyn, faine, filbert, finneas ginny/ginnie, gale, georgia, george, georgina, granger halcyone, hana/hanna/hannah, harriet, harry, hayley/hailie/hailey, halie/hallie, heather, harlowe/harlow, harrow, hadar, hawl, hayes,

huck, holden, huso ilana, illiana/iliana, ingrid, ivory jane, janet/janette, jesse/jessie, josie, jose, jack, jackie, jackson kingston, kodi/kodie, kodiak, kylan

lupin, lian, liana/lianna, liane/lianne, linc, linden, lyle, lucius maisie, matilda, maude, mabel, merle, marin, mica/mika, mason/macon, martin, miller, miles nellie, nyssa, ned, nick, ness

opholia, oliver, olive, olivia, oleander, odell, oriel, oscar paisley, poppy, posie, phineas, parker rose, rosemary/rosemarie, rosy/rosie, rory, rosette, rosetta, rue, rosabel/rosabell/rosabelle, rosa, rosabela/rosabella, rosella, rosaria,

rosario, rob, robert, ray, reed, ridge, ryland, rowan, roan shiloh, sharon, scarlet/scarlett/skarlett, sam, samantha, samuel, sunny/sunnie, sawyer, shaw, shay, steve, stevie, stevia, sorell/sorrell, seb, sebby/sebbie, sebastian, saddie/sadie, sade

theodore, theo, tori, toria, tamie/tammie, tawny, terra, timber, tim, timothy, tanner, teddy/teddie, trevis/travis, trevor, tyler, tristan/tristin, tristah/trista, trystia verginia, vicky/vickie, victor, victoria, viola, violet/violette,

violeta/violetta, valerian, vernon winnie, willa, winston, winifred, winslow, will, william, willow, wade, wagner, warren, watts, watson, wilhelmina yvonne, yves zephyr/zephyre, zara, zinnia, zion

surnames:

appleyard, ashton, ashwood baker, brookstone, butterfield catkin, cobbler, cooper, copper, copperwood, copperfield, crestfallen dogwood, direwood, direbrook, direfield, desperfield, downyard

doleman fenlon, falkner, forlorn greenwood, greenfield, golding, goldwood, goldfield, griefman, griefwood, gardner

hilbrook, holbrook, heath, horsewood, horsefield, hawksley, harrowing, hawkswood, hawthorne, hawkner, hawkfield, holloway, hallowood

larken, limewood, lockhart, lovejoy mourner, mournwright, mournman nettleship

plowman, penrose, penwright redbrook, rosedale, redwood, rosewood, redfield summerfield, sweetnam, seawright, sorrowfield, sorrowbrook, shamewood, shamewright

thacker, thatcher westfield, wainwright, write/wright, wagonwright, woodsman, wyrmwood/wormwood, winterwood, winterrose, wretchwood, wretchman

system names:

the cottagecore *system, the sorrowful system, the melancholic cottage system, the mourning flowerbed system, the gloomy garden system, the tearful system, the harvest system

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ci/cotte/cottagy/cottagine/cottageself hi/he/hy/harvestine/harvestself gi/garde/gardy/gardine/gardenself si/sade/sady/sadine/sadself si/sorre/sorry/sorrowine/sorrowself mi/me/mely/melancholine/melancholyself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

co/cottager/cottagers/cottagerself ho/harvester/harvesters/harvesterself go/gardener/gardeners/gardenerself so/sader/sadders/sadderself so/sorrower/sorrowers/sorrowerself mo/melancholer/melancholers/melancholerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

co/cottage, cott/age, cot/cottage, cot/tage, cottage/cottages, cottage/core har/vest, ha/harvest, harv/est, harvest/harvests gar/den, gar/garden, garden/gardens, garden/core farm/core sa/sad, sad/sads, sa/ad, sad/sadden, so/sorrow, sor/row, sorr/ow, sorrow/sorrows, sorrow/sorrowful mel/melancholy, mel/ancholy, melan/choly, melancholy/melancholies, melancholy/melchancholic

titles:

the weeping gardener, the mourning farmer, the sad cottage dweller, the melancholic planter, the sorrowful woodsman

**one who lives a sad cottage life, one who mourns within ones cottage, one who weeps amongst ones gardens, one who copes with sadness through cottage life

book titles:

the sad little cottage, a melancholic villager, the weeping willows, the mourning garden, the sorrows of an old cottage, a pitiful harvest

genders:

buncottagecoric(link),

cottagegoric(link), cafdreamian(link), cottagecrittean(link), cottagecoric(link), Cálidatierramielgender(link)

epuisetristic(link)

gendersob(link)

Sadnostacatgender(link)

orientations: (n/a)

other:

cottagecore bpd(link)

many can be found by searching cottagecore genders/mogai/liom as well, there are many versions of cottagecore flags especially for lgbt related labels so they should not be hard to find if you feel like looking!

*system can be replaced with any alternative (ex. cluster, collective, hoard/horde, etc)

**one can be replaced with any prn

[tattered-bah]

I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but since you're zooming through, I'd love you to do one for me

All tiers, looking for a child that I can hopefully adopt. Anything goes

My only request is they look related to my parents. They're both gone, and I miss them so much, so I'd love a child that looks like their grandfathers

Their names are Beau Adam Plantagenet (blue), and Steven Grant (other). My dad's blue was genetic, but not the exact colour, so the child could be black or orange or sparkly or glossy or whatever. Also, he was incredibly, incredibly pale. My bampás (other dad) was Jewish-Guatemalan and followed the religion, and I know I don't have a mother and I know I'm gay so my child wouldn't have a mother, but being Jewish was really important to my bampás

Asking cause you've helped us so darn much, and I trust ya to help me with a kid

“the void welcomes Arbor.”

we hope this is to your liking! please know the headmate may not come out exactly as described! this is such an honor for us to be trusted with, so we really hope we did this justice!

tagging ; @thebaharchivist

name: arbor, ambrose, cliff, eila, fable, harrow, kodi, lucius, mika, odell, rowan, seb, vernon, zion

pronouns: he/him/his/himself, she/her/hers/herself, hx/hxm/hxs/hxmself, shx/hxr/hxrs/hxrself, ce/cem/cers/cemself, ne/nem/ners/nemself, nature/natures/natureself, sea/seas/seaself, star/stars/starself

orientation: unlabeled

gender: bigender, stargender, catgender, planetgender, stimgender, hotgender

age: 7-12

species: human

role: little, innocence holder, nostalgia holder

source: n/a

faceclaim:

link 1, link 2

signoff: ✨

likes: space, dancing games, going to the beach

dislikes: cold weather, stuffy clothes, sour foods

kins: seahorse therian

aesthetic:

personality: arbor is a somewhat quiet individual, usually speaking more with actions rather than words, such as showing his finished projects to those they like, like a drawing or some sort of craft. with those he trusts, he is prone to quickly become clingy, wanting to have someone as a safe space.

traits: swaying his arms when thinking

interests: coloring books, stargazing, coding games

[strike-witches-girls]

[chokemeanakin]

Can you do a cuts & bruises imagine where the reader comes home to Anakin from a mission & she's all scraped up, and then Anakin's all like, "baby 🥺, let me make you feel better, " and he like kisses all her bruises while running his fingers through her hair 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

It’s not exactly what you requested but... 😂 anyway I hope you enjoy ❤️

(Ps jelly toast fucking slaps idc what anyone has to say)

Masterlist

Read it on ao3

Anakin Skywalker x gn Reader Whump

Reporting back to the Council directly after your mission to the Vagaba System was hell. Your sides ached with every breath you took, legs barely able to lift from the floor in order to walk. Not to mention your clothes were wet and sticking to you in odd places, probably blood but you weren’t too sure. The constant pain hammering through your body with every move you made overshadowed every other thought you had.

Of course, Yoda and Master Windu picked up on your troubles almost immediately. They urged you to go to the medbay, but you were an avid ‘deal-with-it-yourself’ type of person. You weren’t hurt too bad anyway, a couple of bruises weren’t going to kill you. The injured soldiers from your mission needed all the help they could get without you taking up time and resources begging the medics for an ice pack.

You knew Anakin would be pissed if he found out you’d skipped on getting help again, especially after last time when you almost passed out from blood loss after a bomb sent shrapnel straight into your face. Although you had completely healed from that— thanks to the remarkably advanced technology of Coruscant’s medical system— he hadn’t forgotten the way you dragged blood through the temple halls as he whisked you away to get help. He made you promise to ask for assistance if you ever got hurt again, and you had begrudgingly agreed...

But to the degree of your injuries, he had not specified.

That’s why you found yourself shuffling down the halls of the Jedi temple now, on your way to the room the Council allowed you to occupy, trying to get your aches and pains under control so you could act okay in front of Anakin. You knew he’d be waiting for you, as he always did when you came back from missions. But it was late, and if you were lucky maybe he’d already be asleep, and you would be allowed to fix yourself up without him ever having to find out...

Wishful thinking, you groaned inwardly, forcing yourself to stand up straight as Anakin opened the door before you could even touch the keypad.

And oh, was he mad.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you narrowed your eyes.

Damn, it was good to see him. Even with that pissed off look on his face, he looked as good as ever dressed in those loose pants he wore to bed, with nothing else but a robe on, left untied to expose his toned abdomen, hair perfectly messed up, metal arm glinting in the soft orange light...

Side-stepping him to get into the apartment, you ignored the daggers he was sending your way and headed for the couch so you could take off your stiff, uncomfortable boots. Anakin folded his arms across his chest and followed your movements with a cruel, calculating gaze.

“You’re limping.”

“I’m just a little sore,” you rolled your shoulder.

“There’s blood on your shirt.”

“It’s not mine.”

Thank god the fabric was thick enough to conceal the worst of the damage. You could feel the warm liquid drip down your skin in some places, although it had slowed considerably since you’d received them after getting the crap beat out of you by Mon Eila, a Separatist General with a passion for boxing.

It had been a small mercy he had managed to avoid hitting your face.

“Y/n,” Anakin stalked over to stand right in front of you. Usually his angry face scared you, but right now you knew it was just to cover up the concern he felt. “I can sense you’re in pain. Tell me where you’re injured.”

You rolled your eyes, yanking off your boots one after the other and tossing them over the back of the couch unceremoniously. “Is it too much to believe I could get away from a mission unscathed for once?”

“Seeing as how you couldn’t even water your houseplant without slipping on a puddle and spraining your ankle, yeah, I find it pretty hard to believe.”

You frowned and leaned back into the couch, hissing inwardly at the pain it sent through your bones. “I find that pretty sexist, and I request you make me some peanut butter toast to make it up to me.”

Anakin grabbed for the cloak you still had draped around your shoulders, meaning to move it so he could see some evidence of your injuries. You caught his wrist, and although he could have overpowered you, he let you stop him.

“Oh my god, it’s not like the Mighty Galactic Jedi Council chose me out of the hundreds of other trained assassins to do their bidding, it’s not like they trust me to carry out missions for them alongside the rest of the Jedi, it’s not like I’m the one who blew up that weapons factory and freed the planet of Koiwishi from the Separatist fleet trying to enslave them—“

“Okay, okay,” Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry for doubting your skills, that’s not what I meant.”

“Good,” you grabbed for the tv remote and flipped it on solely for a distraction. “Then go make me some toast and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Anakin flattened his stare and shook his head all the way to the kitchen. “Since when did you get so bold?”

You pretended not to hear him, and instead took the moment of privacy you had to slowly lift up the bottom of your shirt to assess some of the damage. Blue and purple painted your abdomen in angry, swirling blossoms, only interrupted by the streaks of drying blood from the places your skin broke. Mon Eila was pretty nifty with a dagger too, you remembered, and he’d managed to catch you a couple times with the blade. Once on the side, and once on your thigh. Now that’s one you weren’t excited to see.

You ghosted your finger over a particularly bad bruise over your rib cage, where the blood pooled an angry red underneath your skin. You knew you’d been hit quite a few times, but god damn you didn’t think it’d be this bad...

“Hey, we’re out of peanut butter, is it okay if I use jelly instead—“ Anakin stopped dead in his tracks.

“It’s not that bad,” you swallowed quickly. Your shirt remained half up after your failed attempt to rip it down as he walked in from the kitchen, the blueish-purple skin looking worse and worse as the seconds ticked by and Anakin did not say anything. “It doesn’t even really hurt that much.”

Anakin stayed silent and turned on his heel to walk back into the kitchen. He returned a moment later with various bags of ice and a first aid kit.

“Lay on your back. Now.”

Well when he says it like that...

You did as told and had the decency to look a little ashamed. Resting your head on the armrest, you let him push your shirt up to reveal the patchwork of bruises staining your skin. His eyes flit from place to place, taking it all in while stewing in silent anger.

“I’m fine, Ani,” you tried to defuse the situation, reaching for an ice bag and placing it on your stomach to hide your injuries. “Look, that’s about as much as you can do about it anyways.”

“You’re bleeding,” Anakin’s fingertips traced the open wound beneath your ribcage. “Stay still.”

You folded your hands over your chest and stuck your bottom lip out thoughtfully as you felt Anakin clean your cut with an alcohol cloth. It stung, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were in pain.

“I would never be satisfied knowing you’re in pain.”

“Hey, stay out of my head, Skywalker,” You searched for the bracelet he had gifted you early on in your relationship, the one that could shield your thoughts from any Jedi mind tricks. Your eyes landed on it across the room, by the windowsill. You didn’t know when, but at some point he must have been able to slip it off without you noticing.

“Well since you think it’s okay to lie to me, I thought I’d have to take matters into my own hands.”

He spread antibacterial ointment over the cut and then pressed a bandage over the wound. You took the ice off and dropped it to the floor, wincing as you pushed yourself into a sitting position with your elbows. Anakin pushed you back down to the couch gently by the shoulder.

“I’ll get you your bracelet in a moment,” his tone softened, reading the distress in your mood as clear as day now that your thoughts were wide open to him. “Let me just take a look at your leg first.”

“It’s not fair. You said that if I can’t read your thoughts, you shouldn’t be able to read mine.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” Anakin placed the bag of ice back on your bruised abdomen. “I just don’t know why you had to lie to me in the first place.”

You didn’t know how to put it into words, how to explain to him your insecurities around asking for help. If you admitted you needed assistance for something as simple as a couple scratches, it made you feel weak— like a useless, vulnerable excuse of a person. It was especially embarrassing needing help from Anakin Skywalker himself, The Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, famed General of the Clone Wars, who literally got his arm cut off after escaping an execution at the hands of a Sith Lord that one time. You didn’t see him asking for help then— granted he had passed out, but still.

Showing weakness, especially in front of the people you loved, was a feeling you have been running from your entire life.

One look at Anakin’s face, and you knew you didn’t have to say anything in order for him to understand. He closed his eyes and leaned down to press his lips to the exposed skin of your hip. His touch was feather-light, barely brushing you as to not disturb the bruise underneath.

“You don’t need to prove anything to me,” he muttered against your skin. “You’re already the strongest person I know.”

“I will be, once I can sit up without wanting to die,” you shifted your body, gasping and halting your movements when a piercing pain shot through your ribs. This made Anakin’s eyebrows draw down in concern, warm palm holding your waist to stop you from moving.

“I thought you said it didn’t hurt much.”

“You should know by now I was lying about that too.”

Anakin took a deep breath and opened a pill bottle. He dropped a couple tablets into your hand and then passed you a cup full of water.

“You think you can lift your hips for a couple seconds so I can get your pants off?” He paused at your thoughts. “For your open wound, not that.”

“See, it’s not fair! I couldn’t control that one, it just popped into my head.” You huffed but shifted your hips upward like he asked, abs screaming in protest. He managed to sneak his fingers beneath the waistband and tug your pants down your legs before you dropped back to the couch, hissing in pain.

“Damn, he got you good,” Anakin thought aloud, already wetting the cloth with more alcohol. “This might sting.”

‘Might’ was putting it lightly. A slurry of curse words filled your head as he dabbed at the gash on your leg, spanning from your hip to your upper thigh area. It was deep enough to scar, bubbling and oozing fresh blood as Anakin tried his best to clean it out. Even his cheeks turned pink from your colorful choice of words.

“Stitches?” You forced through grit teeth, nails digging into the couch cushion.

He dabbed at it some more, pondering your question. “I think you got lucky with this one. If it doesn’t start healing in a couple days, we’ll take you to the medbay.”

“Fantastic,” You wheezed, wanting so bad to kick your leg out and escape the terrible stinging. Anakin’s grip on your leg tightened, knowing exactly what your intentions were.

“There, all done,” he discarded the cloth and got to work soothing the cut with some ointment. He finished off by smoothing a large bandage over it, sitting back once it was all over. “Now how’s the bruising doing?”

Your head lolled to the side, exhausted from being in so much pain. “Still bruised,” you muttered. In fact, the ice was starting to melt and your skin was becoming uncomfortably numb and red. You took the ice off, wincing at the gruesome sight of your body again, and pulled your shirt down to cover it. “I think I’m ready to just sleep for the next 10 years.”

“Here,” Anakin slipped his hands beneath your legs and your back. With a grace only taught to the Jedi, he lifted you into his arms doing his best not to jostle you around, carrying you towards your bedroom. “You still hungry?”

You gave him a thin smile, all the answer he needed. He kissed your head as he set you down carefully onto the bed, pulling the blankets up over you. Before he left, he slipped something over your wrist— the bracelet.

The pills Anakin gave you must have included a sleep-inducing one. You were glad for the bracelet, as you made a mental note to kick his ass later for drugging you— but then again, it was doing a phenomenal job of taking your pain away now. You barely managed to stay awake before Anakin came back into the room, bearing gifts.

Jelly toast had never tasted better.

He sat beside you on the bed as you ate, carding his fingers through your hair and playing with the baby hairs surrounding your forehead. His fingertips tickled your skin, warm and soft, lulling you to sleep even further. You ended up falling asleep with half a slice of toast left in your hands. Anakin smiled softly and put it on the bedside table for when you woke up, switching off the lights with the force so you could get some good rest.

[yourlocalminstrel]

star wars characters as miraculous holders?? (part 3)

Sequel Trilogy/Resistance:

Luke Skywalker, being the last Guardian of the Miraculous, decides to begin training capable children to eventually become Guardians, including his nephew, Ben Solo.

Like his mother and grandfather before him, Ben trains with the Black Cat Miraculous. An unknown presence poisons Ben’s mind, promising him more power than the Miraculous can give him. An akumatized Ben steals the Black Cat Miraculous, burns the temple, and kills anyone who does not join him.

Luke Skywalker takes the few Miraculous left and goes into exile, never to use one again. He hides the Ladybug Miraculous somewhere where he thinks no one can find it, but Maz Kanata does.

Rey, a scavenger on Jakku, has heard small bits of stories about Luke Skywalker, a mysterious Miraculous holder and Guardian who helped the Rebel Alliance and defeated both the Emperor and Vader.

Poe Dameron witnesses firsthand the power of Kylo Ren and the Black Cat Miraculous, after being captured when he finds the map to look for Luke Skywalker. His droid BB-8 escapes, but Poe is taken into custody. He manages to escape with the help of a defecting stormtrooper, Finn. They crash-land on Jakku to find and get separated. Finn meets Rey and BB-8 and together they steal the Millennium Falcon to escape the First Order. Han Solo and Chewbacca find them and they join forces.

Supreme Leader Snoke is the mysterious force behind the First Order. Only Kylo Ren knows where he gets his power: The Peacock Miraculous.

In an effort to get BB-8 to the Resistance, Rey, Han, Finn, and Chewie visit Maz Kanata on Takodana. There, Rey finds the Ladybug Miraculous in a chamber underneath Maz’s castle. Rey sees a vision of the past and future, death and destruction. Maz tells her it is her destiny to wear the Ladybug Miraculous, but Rey runs off into the woods, frightened. 

Starkiller Base works similarly to the first Death Star, but combines the power of a charge from the Black Cat Miraculous and an entire star to destroy multiple planets at once. General Hux orders it to fire on the Hosnian System, ending the era of the New Republic.

The First Order attacks Maz’s castle and Maz gives the Miraculous to Finn, who wields it fairly well against the stormtroopers. Kylo Ren finds Rey in the forest and captures her, but not BB-8.

After Kylo Ren fails to get any information out of Rey on Starkiller Base, Rey escapes and runs into Han, Finn, and Chewie, who have come to rescue her. They force Captain Phasma to take down the shields, and the Resistance begins its attack. Han confronts Kylo Ren, and is killed. Kylo chases Finn and Rey into the forest, and Finn uses the Ladybug Miraculous against Kylo after Rey is knocked out. Finn is severely injured, and Rey puts on the Ladybug Miraculous and defeats Kylo Ren, leaving him to die on the exploding planet.

Rey uses the map to locate Luke Skywalker on Ahch-To, and offers up the Ladybug Miraculous. He tosses it aside and refuses her request to be trained.

At some point, Kazuda Xiono, Kel, and Eila find a Miraculous in a Sith/Evil?? temple, as well as a woman named Mika Grey. Mika Grey has an extensive knowledge of the Miraculous, which Kaz is very skeptical of. After taking down First Order stormtroopers who came to investigate, they destroy the Miraculous to keep it out of the hands of Snoke and Kylo Ren.

The Resistance fleet is followed through hyperspace and the command bridge is blasted by TIE fighters. Nearly succumbing to the vaccum of space, General Leia Organa activates her Miraculous for the first time in many years to save herself.

Luke eventually gives in and decides to train Rey, but does not use a Miraculous himself.

Finn and Rose Tico make a plan to take down the First Order tracking device. 

Rey is tempted by the same evil force that corrupted Ben Solo. She wants answers, but realizes that this force cannot or will not give her any.

The Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous, when both worn at the same time, can form connections in which the wearers appear to each other. Kylo and Rey have multiple encounters this way, and Rey sees that Kylo isn’t completely corrupted by Snoke. Rey believes she can save him, and goes willingly to him.

Snoke takes the Ladybug Miraculous from Rey and tortures her to find the location of Luke Skywalker. Kylo seizes the Ladybug Miraculous, kills Snoke, and he and Rey fight the Praetorian guards. Kylo tries to convince Rey to join him, but she refuses. They fight over the Ladybug Miraculous, and it is destroyed, causing an explosion. Rey leaves with the pieces of the Miraculous, and Kylo takes the Peacock Miraculous, declaring himself Supreme Leader.

The Resistance gathers on Crait, and is confronted by the First Order and Kylo Ren. What appears to be Luke Skywalker wielding the Ladybug Miraculous approaches the First Order army. They shoot him down, but he remains unscathed. Kylo confronts him and uses a Cataclysm on him, to no effect. It is an illusion, created by Luke using the Fox Miraculous. Luke dies from the effort of such a powerful illusion, and Leia is now the last Guardian. The Resistance escapes with the help of the Millennium Falcon.

Rey repairs the Ladybug Miraculous and trains with Leia.

On Exegol, Kylo Ren discovers the return of Darth Sidious, and forms an alliance with him. Sidious still possesses the Butterfly Miraculous, and has kept Kylo Ren akumatized since he turned on Luke.

Rey has a vision of her parents, Kylo Ren, and Exegol. The Resistance is made known of Palpatine’s return, and his fleet, the Final Order. Rey, Finn, Poe, Chewie, and C-3PO go to Pasaana to find a hex charm. Rey and Kylo see each other through the connection and the First Order confronts them on Pasaana. Rey’s anger floods into the Ladybug Miraculous, and she accidentally accesses power it grants when used for evil.

Rey and Kylo appear to each other through the connection and fight each other. Rey has to come to terms with the fact that she is a Palpatine. Rey’s crew escapes on the Millennium Falcon to the Death Star ruins on Kef Bir. Rey finds a wayfinder, and Kylo Ren follows her. They fight, and the wayfinder is destroyed. Rey gravely wounds Kylo, and at the same moment, Leia passes away. Rey heals Kylo and leaves him. Kylo tosses the Peacock Miraculous into the sea and renounces his akuma, becoming Ben Solo once more. Rey is now the last Guardian.

Rey goes to Exegol, with Ben not far behind. The Resistance battles the Final Order in the sky. Rey confronts Sidious.

Ben defeats the akumatized Knights of Ren and confronts Sidious with Rey. Sidious blasts Ben over a cliff, and Rey lies injured on the ground, She hears the voices of all the Guardians of the Miraculous before her. She sees the Black Cat Miraculous lying just a few feet away. She puts it on and unfies it with the Ladybug. In her final moments she makes a wish for the Palpatine lineage to end, killing Sidious, destroying the Butterfly Miraculous, and causing her own death.

Above the throne room, the Resistance takes out the command ship and the Final Order fleet is destroyed.

Ben Solo finds Rey’s lifeless body. He puts on the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous and wishes for Rey to live, at the cost of his own life. Rey awakens and he dies in her arms. Rey takes the Miraculous and is later reunited with Finn and Poe.

On Tatooine, Rey takes the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous and buries them near Luke’s childhood home, never to be used again. Rey has created a new Miraculous for herself, paving the way for a new era of Guardians.

[softly-speaking-valkyrie]

Kiss Prompt Masterlist

I’m gonna do this now while I have the chance rather than leave it until tomorrow night because I have more work tomorrow all day. 

But thank you all so so much for sending in more prompts and doing this again! It was so much fun once again!

Here’s the list of what I wrote tonight for y’all’s requests!

Catra x Glimmer #13 ‘Discreet’

Catra x Glimmer #29 ‘Promise

Widowmaker x Tracer #5 ‘Where It Doesn’t Hurt’

Aria T’Loak x Femshep #47 ‘Out Of Spite’

Rey x Phasma #39 ‘Time’s Run Out’

Cait x Sole Survivor #20 ‘On A Scar’

Sanya x Eila #1 ‘Morning’

Jack x Miranda #13 ‘Discreet’

Thank you all so so much for requesting so many! I got so many done and in barely any time at all! Wow!

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I wanna make this a regular thing, maybe on like a thursday night we grab a meme or two and I can make some amazing little drabbles for everyone and try to make some money. Thanks again!

[spaceasianmillennial]

STAR WARS RESISTANCE “The Disappeared”

So this is a big one.

(Man, it did not appear on the DisneyNOW app but I found out I could watch it directly through my DirectTV provider)

So seeing Captain Doza in the room with Yeagar, probably now indicates to Kaz that Doza does not want the First Order around. 

While I don’t think it’s stated aloud and I may be wrong later, it could be possible Doza and Torra are very wary of the First Order’s deception with the pirates thing but can do little to speak about it.

Like, hahha, that was brilliant. I did think Torra and Kaz shipped themselves in crates for a moment. Though where did they get all those gorgs?

I kinda thought it was interesting the show brought up try-outs for Ace pilots and tried to pass it off as a goal they’ve been working for. Tam is mentioned she looks forward to winning the spot. Like, Kaz and Tam have been fixing the Fireball and they vocalize their dreams to make it, but they never really are seen training and we never even saw Tam ride the Fireball. So I don’t see why it was a substantial arc in the first place, though it is showing how opportunities are taken away without warning.

Also, Cirilian Sour Paste drinks... those are non-alcoholic, right?

The livelihood of the community is really drastically affected because races are canceled and it removes the leisurely unity the Colossus is known for.

There was one fragment of humanity in a stormtrooper when one remarks how it would be a shame to scrap Hype’s ship. But they follow the orders. 

Interestingly, one thing mentioned is that “there’s more food in the market” attributed to the First Order’s presence. What, First Order increasing market goods?

For child viewers, I kinda like how they used Neeku as the exposition, laying out the “pros and cons” of the First Order, what seems to be positives and what were the unambiguous narratives. 

While they may be willing to help Kel and Eila evade the First Order and recognize some negatives, Neeku and Tam on the whole still tolerate the First Order.

As Neeku said two eps ago, he comfortable having them around “in a military type of way.”

Kaz has to really point out the obvious: “Tam, you wanted to be a racer, and now there are no races.” And the contradiction is on point. Some people don’t realize their own wants are affected by what they think they need.

A fragment of livelihood is also fractured when someone, Aunt Z, is taken away from her economic position and services are affected.

Aunt Z is like, I’ve seen this all before and I know it’s nothing good.

There’s some brilliant writing here.“We’re here for volunteers...” to disguise coercion, then later, “It’s not a request.”

That’s actually a killer genius plan to steal the ship and have the prisoners fly off instead of freeing them.

Aunt Z talks about a friend in Takodana. Hm.

Little thing. Yeagar gives Kaz his blessing to do something about their missing friends. I kinda wished they gave the same moment between Doza and Torra, he just let her off with Kaz without a word, and hey, it’s a big part of Torra’s own arc to defy her guardian.

This is the first time Kaz and Torra Doza straight-on engaged the enemy

Oh man... it’s ambiguous to why, but Kaz and Team Fireball are getting arrested.

[thecharlester77]

What Would You Think Of Me - Cannon Short

My second cannon fan short! This one takes places of the anniversary of Eila (the Scientist’s wife)’s death...He knows exactly how she’d feel if she knew what he’d done...

Enjoy!

What Would You Think Of Me - Cannon Short

 She sits quietly on the couch, reading a book. She's having a hard time concentrating...It's almost noon, and she hasn't seen him all day. She's considered going to check on him, but she doesn't want to make him mad.

Looking up from her book, she anxiously eyes the doorway. Why hasn't he left his room yet? Is...Is he okay? What if something happened?!

Anxiety getting the best of her, she jumps up from the couch. Just as she's about to hurry down the hallway, he appears in the doorway. She promptly sits back down, smiling pleasantly at him.

"Good morning!" she chirps.

He doesn't look at her as he half-stumbles into the room. He looks exhausted.

"A-are you okay?"

He still doesn't answer, making his way to the kitchen.

 Something's wrong.

 Nervously, she shifts off the couch and follows him in.

"Did...Did you sleep well?"

He ambles to the kitchen counter. Slowly, he turns to look at her.

"...Good morning," he mumbles. There's an unfamiliar...look of pain in his eyes. He seems upset.

 "Are you okay?" she repeats.

He hesitantly nods, and then turns back around, beginning to make himself a cup of coffee.

 She wracks her mind for something else to say - she's concerned about him. She wants to help him, but she only ever makes things worse-

He suddenly trips, spilling his coffee. She quickly hurries over. He grabs a chair, steadying himself.

"Y-you look tired," she says quickly, "You should sit down."

 "Don't tell me what to do," he snaps quietly, putting his cup of coffee down on the kitchen.

She lowers her head immediately.

"I'm sorry..." she whispers.

Sighing heavily, he runs a hand through his hair.

"No...It's okay. You're right," he mutters, sitting down.

"Are you tired?" she asks quietly.

 He nods, taking a sip of his coffee.

 He didn't sleep at all last night. He couldn't. Today is ten years since...since his wife died. He's trying not to think about it. He doesn't want to think about anything...It hurts too much.

 "W-what's wrong?" she pipes up. She can sense that he's upset...but she doesn't know why.

"Nothing," he mumbles, taking another sip of coffee, "I'm fine."

He breaks eye contact with the kid, and instead tries to focus his attention on his coffee mug.

 This is a mistake.

He hadn't looked at what mug he'd pulled out of the cupboard- until now... Carefully, he traces his finger around the rim of the pale blue mug, filled with coffee. It had originally been a dark, night-sky blue, but the years had worn away the colouring; now it looks more like an early-morning sky. He can just about make out the faded, swirly letters, reading "I love you" patterning the side of the cup.

It's the mug his wife had bought him for his birthday one year...

 "A-are you okay?"

 He can feel himself shaking as tears well in his eyes.

"N-no," he answers, his voice cracking.

He gently pushes the cup away and lays his head on the table. He can't bear to look at it anymore. It hurts.

 "I'm sorry," she says quietly, fiddling nervously with her hands, "Is...Is there a-anything I can do to help?"

She watches as he begins to sob.

"I...I'll be right back! I promise!"

She hurries out of the kitchen, leaving him alone at the table.

 Having lost all composure, he sobs violently, his head resting in his hands. He'd tried so hard not to think about it...It hurts. Everything hurts.

 She comes running back into the kitchen moments later, holding a box of tissues in one hand, and blanket in the other.

"I'm back!" she announces.

She places the box of tissues in front of him, and then wraps the blanket securely around his shoulders.

"I um...I brought you tissues. And a blanket to make you feel better," she says.

Slowly, he lifts his head from the table and reaches for a tissue. Despite the fact that he is still sobbing, he makes an attempt to wipe the tears from his face. His attempt is futile, his tears being quickly replenished.

"K-kid...I n-need to b-be alone," he chokes out between sobs, "P-please."

 "O-okay," she replies feebly, "I'll -um- I'll be in my room if you need me!"

She hurries off, once again, leaving him alone - as requested.

 He looks up tearfully at the mug.

"W-what would you th-think of me?" he whispers, "If you kn-knew.. w-what I've done..."

[johaerys-writes]

I’d like to be lost

in that tangle of blankets and pillows and sheets when you wake. our arms our legs our bodies entwined so we won't know where you end and I begin.

A Request, Eila Mahima Jaipaul

[eilaafterhours]

for the albedo smut requests, may i ask for albedo overhearing fem!reader talking to sucrose (or anyone else) about him and how she doesn’t know how to confess her love to him, but instead of saying something, albedo just leaves the place and pretends that he doesn’t know about it to do a certain experiment with the reader to see how (1/2)

people react to being teased and more when they are in love with someone else. but maybe, he is doing that for another reason. (2/2)

Just A Tease [Albedo ft. Kaeya]

Content: Indirect Confessions, Kaeya Being A Little Shit, Kaeya Being Kaeya, Albedo Being A Little Shit, Albedo Being Albedo, Teasing

Pronouns: She/Her (AFAB)

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“I just don’t know what to do, Sucrose.” You accidentally blurted out. 

You had meant to ease into it, but you couldn’t help it. You supposed the problem had been plaguing you for so long at this point that you were beginning to lose yourself. 

“What are you confused about?” She asked politely.

“Well… I kinda have a crush and—” You leaned over the lab table, staring her down with narrowed eyes. “Before I tell you who. You have to swear to secrecy.”

She took a step back, overwhelmed by your proximity, but nodded nonetheless. 

“...it’s Albedo.”

Her eyes widened. “Mister Albe—!”  

You slapped your hands over her mouth. “ Shush !”

After she had calmed down, you had proceeded to open your heart to her, telling her almost everything. 

Unbeknownst to you, said crush was lurking in the shadows and overheard everything.

And then one day, the Chief Alchemist found himself alone with the Cavalry Captain.

“Sweet Flowers talk, you know.” Kaeya mused as the two worked in silence.

Albedo knew he wanted to satisfy a curiosity, and so did he.

“You mean Sucrose, I assume?”

“Ah, no need to sweeten you up, it seems.”

“No, there isn’t.” He stopped what he was doing, turning his attention to the other man. “I know you know that she’s been acting off, and I assure you it isn’t because of some secret relations…but we both know that you knew that ahead of prying the information from her.” 

Kaeya smirked while Albedo remained neutral. 

Kayea stood, gathering his finished paperwork. “You should just go for it. Maybe ease into it a little… experiment ?” With that, he took his leave. 

Albedo pondered the notion.

“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“No problem, but,” you bit your lip. “I’m sure Sucrose would have been a better—”

He abruptly cut you off.  “I assure you, only you can assist in this experiment.” He gestured for you to sit.

You did, smoothing out your skirt to calm your nerves. “Really?” If your nerves weren’t already shot before, they were now.

“Yes, now please just relax and leave everything to me.”

You cursed the gods in Celestia for the heat that pooled between your legs.

You tried to discreetly cross your legs, but he gently pried them apart.

“Both feet on the floor, please.” He grabbed a clipboard from his desk, “Now, how did that make you feel?”

“You m-moving my legs?” You cursed yourself for stuttering. “It made me nervous?" 

“And if I were to do this?” He placed a hand higher this time, on your thigh. 

You tensed.

You knew he felt you tense, but he didn’t move his hand.

“...same. Nerv—ous!” You squeaked, as the hand sneaked underneath your skirt and right against your clothed folds.

The cool leather of his glove on your heated skin both soothed you and made you hotter.

Archons, just touch me already.

“So my hypothesis was correct then.” Albedo hummed, rubbing his thumbs in small circles. “You do have more than innocent feelings for me.”

Your eyes widen. “Huh?!”

He titled his head, as if he didn’t just say what he just said. “You said you wanted me to touch you,” he smirked, eyes getting a tad darker. “ Or did you not mean to say that out loud?”

You wanted to run and hide or at least shield your face from his ever prying eyes, but the look he was giving you made you throw all caution to the wind.  

“I didn’t mean to say it out loud, no…” You lifted your skirt and opened your legs wide. “But I’m sure you would have found out either way.” Not that you need to reveal yourself like that. You were sure that he was able to feel the wet patch that was growing more damp by the minute. 

Although his eyes were locked on that spot, he was hesitant. 

You just couldn’t have that.

“Come on, Kreideprinz, no need to tease me.” 

As if commanded by his majesty, the prince dropped to his knees.

This took extra long and for what lmao

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[caveartfair]

Lost Giacometti Drawings Found in London Antique Shop—and the 9 Other Biggest News Stories This Week

Catch up on the latest art news with our rundown of the 10 stories you need to know this week.

01  Never-before-seen drawings by Alberto Giacometti have been discovered in the holdings of a London antique shop.

(via The Guardian)

The Giacometti drawings, until recently presumed lost, were unearthed amongst piles of antiques and paintings belonging to the late antique dealer Eila Grahame. The Cambridge auction house, Cheffins, cleared and sold the effects of her shop in 2016, when it found the works. The pencil-sketched portraits included a nude woman and various heads, signed and dated to 1947 but still requiring authentication. A director at Cheffins, Martin Millard, stated that “these drawings have never before been seen by the public.” While the main sale of Grahame’s antiques occurred late last year, Millard expects the pieces will garner interest from museums, galleries, and collectors around the world. The sale, with an estimated price of the drawings at £40,000–£60,000, will occur in mid-October, conveniently following the Tate Modern’s retrospective of Giacometti’s work. All proceeds will be donated to the Art Fund, an art fundraising charity.

02  Overall auction turnover for the first six months of the year is up 5.3% to $6.9 billion from the same period a year ago, according to new analysis by Artprice.

(Artsy)

A report from the art market database showed the market turning a corner after two straight years of first-half drops from 2014’s record high. The U.S. auction market led the recovery, with sales increasing 28% to $2.2 billion in the first six months of the year from the same period in 2016. That rise gives it the largest share of the auction market at 32.4%, ahead of China, last year’s leader. China’s auction market dropped 12% in the first half of the year to $2 billion in turnover, a correction that set it back to second place with 29% of global market share. Post-war and contemporary art continued to grow their market shares in the first half of the year, the report noted. In 2000, they represented 8% and 3% of global auction sales, respectively; as of 2017, those respective shares had risen to 21% and 15%.

03  Russian police detained two members of the feminist punk band Pussy Riot for participating in an unauthorized protest.

(via The Washington Post)

The rally took place outside the Siberian prison where Ukrainian filmmaker Oleg Sentsov is serving a 20-year sentence for conspiracy to commit terror attacks. Sentsov, originally from the Crimean Peninsula—which Russia controversially annexed from Ukraine in 2014—has denied all charges. Sentsov maintains that his conviction by the Russian military court is punishment for his political opposition to the current government. The United States and the European Union have also called for the filmmaker’s release. After parading a “Free Sentsov!” banner during the recent protest, Pussy Riot members Maria Alyokhina and Olga Borisova were brought to a police station under charges that a judge later dismissed (it remains to be seen if the police will refile the charges). Pussy Riot, a mostly anonymous collective, has a history of criticizing the Russian government, with some members receiving prison time for their protests.

04  Martin Roth, former head of London’s Victoria and Albert Museum, died on Monday at the age of 62.

(via BBC News)

Roth directed the museum from 2011 until last year and oversaw shows about such subjects as Alexander McQueen and David Bowie. According to chairman of the museum, Nicholas Coleridge, German-born Roth raised the V&A “to new heights.” The museum, which was founded in 1852, now boasts the title of largest museum of decorative arts and design. With Roth at the helm, it saw record-breaking numbers of visitors, won Art Fund’s 2016 Museum of the Year Award, and worked to establish a presence at the Venice Biennale. He also aided in founding the V&A Research Institute and expanding the museum to parts of Scotland and China. Former Labour Member of Parliament Tristram Hunt, who has taken over the position of V&A’s director, applauded Roth’s “prodigious internationalism & contemporary ambition.”

05  The Museum of Modern Art will deaccession 400 photographs from its collection.

(via ARTnews)

The New York museum will sell the work through Christie’s, over a number of online and live auctions held throughout the next year. The first auction will occur on October 10th. The museum is selling the pieces, by artists such as Walker Evans, Man Ray, Garry Winogrand, because the prints are duplicates, a museum spokesperson told ARTnews. While the sale of work from a museum’s collection can often draw controversy since it generally violates industry guidelines that discourage museums from selling art held “in the public trust,” MoMA’s sale of these photographs falls under an exception to these rules, which permit deaccessioning in order to fund the purchase of more work. All the profits from MoMA’s sale will go to the museum's acquisition fund.

06  Protesting warehouse closures and labor conditions, B&H Photo Video warehouse workers and activists demonstrated outside of Mayor Bill De Blasio’s residence.

(via Hyperallergic)

The upcoming closure of the two Brooklyn warehouses in Bushwick and the Navy Yard will reportedly force more than 300 jobs from the city and into New Jersey, where the company’s operations are set to relocate by the end of the year. The company’s warehouse workers, many of whom are immigrants, have been involved in a nearly two-year labor struggle involving mistreatment and discrimination, prompting a vote to unionize in 2015 and join the United Steelworkers (USW). While they had yet to negotiate their first contract, the USW had filed a complaint to the National Labor Relations Board arguing that B&H was violating federal labor laws. The case has reportedly been dismissed, but critics have maintained that the relocation to central New Jersey belies an effort to avoid dealing with union rights. Demonstrators have faulted de Blasio for failing to prevent the closures and complicity in a union-busting effort (as the city owns the land the warehouse has been renting in the Navy Yard). B&H spokesman Michael McKeon claimed the company is “trying to offer a rational package to those who don’t want to move [to New Jersey] or a severance package to those who don’t,” but many workers who cannot move have stated they can’t make the approximately three-hour commute to the new facilities.

07  An artist spray-painted offensive tweets outside Twitter’s Hamburg office as examples of the hate speech that is often allowed to circulate by the social media company.

(via the New York Times)

“Retweet if you hate Muslims,” one read. Another: “Let’s gas some Jews together again.” They were just two of over 300 homophobic, racist, and anti-Semitic tweets reported by artist Shahak Shapira to the company over six months. He only received nine answers from Twitter, all saying the tweets did not violate the company’s rules. Of the reported tweets, the majority, the artist said, remained on the platform. The chalk protest comes following the passage of a new law, under which social media companies in Germany will be hit with huge fines of up to €50 million should they fail to respond to requests to remove hate speech within 24 hours. Twitter declined to comment on Shapira’s protest but noted that it will “continue to review and iterate on our policies and their enforcement.”

08  Four months after Sotheby’s sold a 60-carat pink diamond for $71.2 million, the auction house is still waiting to collect.

(via ArtsJournal)

The massive diamond, known as “the Pink Star,” was gleefully reported to have been purchased by Hong Kong-based jewelry retailer Chow Tai Fook in a sale that set a new price record for a gem at auction. The press release touted its new name, “the CTF Pink Star,” in honor of the jewelry company’s founder, the late father of its current chairman who placed the winning bid. But in its most recent earnings report, Sotheby’s included a note that the jeweler has until April 2018 to pay. The diamond is still accounted for as part of the auction house’s inventory, Mike Goss, the auction house’s chief financial officer, said in its second-quarter earnings call. The quarterly earnings report noted that the sale will only net the house $500,000 in profit, “after taking into account the associated cost of inventory sales of $70.7 million, which includes amounts due to our partner and other costs related to the sale.”

09 The Montreal Biennial owes $200,000 CAD to artists and small vendors who helped stage its 2016 edition, raising questions about whether it will return.

(via The Globe and Mail)

The 2018 edition of the biennial has been canceled, and it is unclear whether it will return in 2020. It recently released a statement saying it is facing “a precarious future financial situation.” Board chair Cédric Bisson said the deficit stems from decisions by the management team formerly run by Sylvie Fortin, who departed from her director post in January. He cited cost overruns, several sponsorships that fell through, and a failure to meet fundraising targets. Bisson, a venture capitalist, told a Globe and Mail writer that everyone will be paid, but he did not specify when. The biennial closed in mid-January, nearly seven months ago. Public support has not been renewed, since it is anathema to its mission to give grants and then see artists go unpaid.

10  Artist John Currin has painted Jennifer Lawrence for the cover of the September issue of Vogue.

(via the New York Times)

On the cover, one of four to accompany the September issue, Lawrence appears demure, wearing “a simple tan chemise and a Miu Miu patterned fur hat,” according to the Times. Currin, whose work is often erotic, stated that he was “a little scared” creating a cover for Vogue, which is also celebrating its 125th anniversary. “I do worry about decorum,” Currin added. Evoking the 1930s and 1940s pictorial style of magazine illustrations, Currin’s cover exemplifies his style, blending mannerism, absurdism, and a rococo palette. “Fashion was a huge influence on his work early on,” noted Dodie Kazanjian, Vogue contributing editor. This is not the first time Vogue has spotlighted an artist: The work of Salvador Dalí, Giorgio de Chirico, and Andy Warholhave all appeared on the magazine’s cover. Along with Currin’s painting, photographs of Lawrence by Annie Leibovitz, Bruce Weber, and the duo Inez & Vinoodh will feature on covers for the September issue.

—Artsy Editors

Cover image: Swiss sculptor and painter Alberto Giacometti (1901 - 1966) at his studio on Rue Hippolyte Maindron in Paris, France, 1953. (Photo by Michel Sima/Archive France/RDA/Getty Images)

from Artsy News

[softly-speaking-valkyrie]

Might I request Sanya and Eila going at it like bunnies after the end of the war?

HAhaha! Well I have a commission for a friend to do right now but I’m gonna blitz it just to get to this.

Are we talking like bunnies on caffeine? Like the war’s over so it’s time to make babies? Because all I’m thinking is them breaking that bed now.

[eilaafterhours]

Hiya I'm the anon who asked the wrong blog (my bad I'm sorry) so I am back to ask correctly. May I request a fic where they react to their S/O getting their period during sex with shigaraki and Dabi?

Their Reactions to You Getting Your Period During Sex [Dabi | Todoroki Touya || Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko]

Content: Mentions of period/uterus

Pronouns: None

Header: @/skelestonkss

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

Remember:I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or under age (not 18+) ass in my activity :)

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Dabi | Todoroki Touya 

Out of the two, Dabi is the nicer one

Y’all will be doing the downtown tango and then gushing sound will start to sound a little different

And then the smell of iron will become prominent

Oop, congratulations babes! You’re not pregnant!

Not the best time tho, bestie

You would be absolutely mortified 

Dabi would be chill

Would even ask if you wanted to keep going

The decision is yours.

Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Tomura on the other hand

Is a little bastard

And also isn’t as experienced

So he would probably freak out and be mean

He’ll probably be more worried about the blood on his dick than you 

Which doesn’t make you feel good at all

This leads to you not talking to him for a week

Eventually, he apologizes and you talk about it

Weird that the two of you bonded over your uterus.

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[eilaafterhours]

Phone sex with Childe? 👀 Can u also use his name Ajax? With fem reader if that's ok ❤️

Cyber Sex [Childe | Tartaglia | Ajax]

Content: Phone Sex, Pet Names (Baby, Baby Girl, Darling, Princess), Childe Being a Little Shit

Pronouns: She/Her (AFAB)

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You bit your lip as your fingers slid into your panties.

There was so much slick there, you wouldn’t be surprised if you could slip in two fingers.

“Come on, girlie— fuckkha… let me hear you.”

“I’m… I’m so wet for you… I think I can put two fingers in…”

Archons, you were so embarrassed. 

When Ajax had suggested it, you weren’t too adverse to it, but actually doing it was an entirely different thing. 

“Can you do that for me, baby girl? Put both in?”

You nodded then verbalized it, forgetting you were on the phone, then spreading your lower lips. 

“Ah-ah-ahhngg…” Your sopping cunt took them with no hesitation, holding on tightly as you began pumping them in and out. 

“Say my name, baby— come on, come on—”  

“Ajax….” You softly mewled.

“Yeah, just like that. Oh—!” 

You were becoming distracted, chasing your own high,

when your phone rang.

You just about jumped out of your skin, fingers flying out of your pussy.

Which made you moan.

Loudly. 

“Aren’t you gonna answer me, darling?”

Your gaze flew up at the screen

Ajax

Facetime… 

“No way!” You shouted. “This is already embarrassing as it is, Ajax!” 

“Aw, you don’t want me to see your face when you come?” You could hear the shit eating grin spread across his face. “ Just from my words and your fingers?” 

You groaned as the blood began pounding in your cheeks, and as you grew more wet. 

“I’d really rather you be here than do this.” but just as you were about to answer, the call disappeared. 

Then a voice spoke from the other side of the door. 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” 

Also, Me🤝 Childe

Blueballing y'all from the good shit

OH WELL LMAO

If y'all seen the first one, no you didn't. I answered the ask and didn't make a separate post.

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