#i miss satine….

[hailperseusjackson]

i want to see the ghost crew again so bad but at what cost

[hammysamhah]

i think it was such a missed opportunity in trolls 2 to not have the entire snack pack (that were on stage) turn into rock zombies. like all they did was stand on the stage awkwardly 😭 i get it was supposed to be funny but what was their plan ???? i feel like after branch got zombified and barb was gonna go after poppy again that the snack pack should’ve tried to like ambush her or something but end up getting turned too. do you know how horrifying that would’ve been for poppy to see all her friends get turned into zombies ? plus then they’d all get cool rock makeovers that the fandom totally would’ve ate up alongside their disguises !! 

idk. i just wish they’d include the snack pack more than they do in the movies cus i love them so much

[sendpseuds]

Hey, hi there!! Just wanted to drop by to tell you that I love your fics, your writing style is so great! I don’t post much here but I sometimes draw fanart, and I did a little drawing inspired on your obitine story. Hope you like it!! (Just a warning, it’s mild nsfw!)

i'm sorry

I'M SORRY WHAT!?

I love this. I LOVE this so much I cannot find the right words.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this. Art inspiring art is something I find so beautiful and precious, and for this gorgeous work to have been inspired by my words... I may or may not be crying right now.

This is truly beautiful. Thank you so much.

Check out Even if You Wanted to for more Obitine goodness

[bbbrianjones]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIAN JONES [28TH FEB 1942]

"I can talk about almost any subject. Lots of reporters say I’m an interviewer’s dream. But it’s on travel that I like to talk about. There are hundreds of places all over the world that I’ve always wanted to see. Egypt’s Pyramids, Sydney Harbour, Honolulu, the North Pole. I could name lots more. If I ever get the time and the money I’d like to seek out every corner of the earth." - Brian Jones

[girlrandomstuff]

“Had you said the word, I would've left the Jedi Order”

“Remember, my dear Obi-Wan. I loved you, always. I always will.”

[engagemythrusters]

clone wars was fr like “No you lemur aliens CANNOT be pacifist. Don’t you know staunch pacifism is bad and will not keep you and your loved ones safe?!” but then the moment a blonde girl shows up the message was “oh wow well that’s different! So interesting! We will have rational conversations about your perspective and why you can have it!” despite the fact that it was at the detriment of the Mandalorian culture.

[viir-tanadhal]

— "It Couldn't Happen Here"

— "Being Boring"

— "The Survivors"

— "Reunion - Electro Mix"

— "An Open Mind"

or Neil's use of the imagery of platform shoes and satin suits to call back and refer to him and his friends in the 1970s

[littleladymab]

For prompts what if this one with MaulObiTine: C is trying to sleep alone, but they can’t, so they drag B and A from whatever they’re doing and into bed 👀👀

KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN, AT LONG LAST, I COME BEARING OT3!!!!!!

also holy fuck new glass animals single dropped yesterday and i sure did have that on loop as I wrote please groove as you read

Perhaps it is the opulence that gets under Maul’s skin. The silks of the bedsheets that are too cool without another body to warm them. The sheer amount of space that echoes his restless tossing and turning. The fact that he has the luxury to lie here and stare sleeplessly up at the canopy overhead. 

There is nothing that needs his attention, but it calls to the others. 

Like fuck he’s going to suffer this misery alone. 

Maul’s grumble as he rolls out of bed turns into a growl as he tangles in the sleeves of the robe that was left for him by an attendant trying to be helpful. He ties the sash half-heartedly around his waist and stalks out of the room in search of Obi-Wan. 

It’s easy, despite the enormity of the palace. Obi-Wan is a barbed hook stabbed through his breastbone and all he has to do is tug on the string that connects them. Years have let the wound heal, but nights like this — alone and trapped in silence — knock the hook loose so that it aches, reopened and tender. 

Maul finds Obi-Wan standing over a table displaying maps of a war that he swore is no longer his. He rubs absently at a spot on his chest with one hand and fusses with his beard in thought with the other. 

“How did I know you would be looking for trouble,” Obi-Wan says without looking up as Maul slams a hand onto the holo table to demand his attention. He doesn’t even have the gall to look away from the readout of troop movements. His hand over his mouth isn’t enough to disguise the smirk, though, nor is the light from the map enough to wash away the bags under his eyes completely. 

“I came looking for you,” Maul counters, reaching over and snatching up the remote for the holo table. 

“Am I trouble?” Obi-Wan lifts an eyebrow with the question.

“You’ll be in trouble if you keep ignoring me.” With a deft press of a button, Maul turns off the map display. Then, because he can, and sure maybe he is feeling a little troublesome and more than a little frustrated, he crushes the remote. 

To make a point. 

Obi-Wan frowns as he watches the bits of tech rain down over the deactivated table. “Alright, my dear, you’ve made your point,” he says. 

“Don’t my dear me just because you think it will get you out of trouble.” Still, Maul notes that the tension in Obi-Wan’s shoulders eases, and he stifles a yawn. “Where is Satine?” 

At this, the other man’s eyebrow lifts in a delicate arch and amusement curls the corners of his lips into an infuriating smirk. “Oh, is that the plan?” 

Maul curls his fingers into a fist around the front of Obi-Wan’s Jedi robes and yanks him down to kiss that smirk off his fucking face. “Shut up.” 

Obi-Wan chuckles against the kiss and sighs as it ends. “She’s probably in her office getting more work done, knowing our duchess.” 

He’s not used to hearing these words. My dear. Our duchess. Just like he’s not familiar with the amenities that are freely given so long as he is here as a guest. 

Just like he’s not familiar with the affection that is freely given as Obi-Wan startles him out of his thoughts, tracing the shell of his ear and running the tips of his fingers over the new earrings there. Ones that Satine gave him as a gift, simply because she thought they would look nice. 

“Bold of you to think that she will be ready to sign off for the night just yet,” Obi-Wan muses idly, following his own internal monologue. 

“You just get me there,” Maul growls, shoving a hand against Obi-Wan’s chest. Not to push him away — merely making a show of force. 

Obi-Wan rocks back on his heels then swings forward again into Maul’s space to steal a kiss that Maul lets linger longer than he normally would. “I look forward to seeing how this goes,” he murmurs against Maul’s lips, the smirk softening into a smile. “It will be nice to sleep at a reasonable hour, I think.” 

It’s already late in the evening, somewhere after midnight. Maul has been left alone most of the evenings for this past week until the restlessness finally forced him out of bed this night. He harrumphs in response and follows after Obi-Wan. 

He doesn’t have that sort of connection with Satine. Yet, he thinks, fingering the earring that dangles from his lobe. Obi-Wan’s pain is deep and old, settled and familiar in his chest. Her’s will be sharp and bright when it does strike. 

Obi-Wan navigates the halls of the palace with thoughtless ease, and Maul wonders just what he feels when he searches for Satine. What the wound she has caused in his heart feels like, what teenage love feels like when it breaks — how it differs from anger turned to something sweeter. 

Or is it that he just has memorized the routes around the palace? The number of steps and turns it will take to get from the map room to Satine’s study? Maul doubts it is as mundane as that, though. Obi-Wan is too much of a romantic for it to just be that.

Satine, golden hair loose from its coiffure from dinner and hanging around her shoulders in gentle curls, startles as her door opens. “Oh,” she says, a breathless laugh escaping her. “I didn’t hear you knock.” 

“That is because we didn’t knock!” Obi-Wan chimes, hopping up onto the edge of her desk. “Maul came and distracted me from my late night ruminations, and I believe he intends to do the same for you.” 

Her eyes flit from the man across from her to where Maul lurks back by the door. To his surprise, she sets aside her stylus and holds out a hand to him. “Is there a problem with the accommodations?” 

Maul’s feet obey the wordless summons until he is just shy of her touch. He hadn’t thought this far forward. He can’t pull a trick like the one he used on Obi-Wan. And saying yes, they’re too big for just one person sounds absolutely pathetic.

So he tries to channel that suave ease that Obi-Wan always seems to have. Maul reaches towards her, curling his fingers around the strands of her hair to tuck them behind her ear. “The sheets are far too cold,” he says, his voice low and gruff and he hopes it doesn’t sound as stupid as it felt to say. 

Satine’s jewel deep eyes search his, her lips parted ever so slightly and he can hear the hitch of her breath. 

From the other side of the desk, out of the corner of his eye, Maul can see Obi-Wan duck his head briefly to possibly hide a laugh. Maul makes a note to reprimand him later for that. “Oh, is that the problem?” And then to Maul’s surprise, he feels Obi-Wan’s warm, calloused hand grasp his chin in a light but demanding grip. He tilts Maul’s face away from Satine, forcing him to break the eye contact. “I can certainly help with that,” he murmurs and this time the kiss is deep and languid. 

As much for show as it is for the pure enjoyment of it. 

“You’re being absolutely awful,” Satine murmurs. “I still have work to do.” 

“Great news, my love: The work will still be there.” Despite his words being for Satine, Obi-Wan’s gaze holds Maul’s steady — the small smile meant only for him. “If, of course, we can tempt you away.” 

“And I bet that everyone waiting for those reports are already asleep,” Maul adds and Obi-Wan’s smile brightens even as Satine sighs in frustration. “Just saying.” 

Obi-Wan releases his chin and lets him look back to Satine, slumped in her chair and resting her head against the delicate tips of her fingers. But her eyes are focused as she watches the two of them. More alert than she had seemed when they first walked in, that’s for certain. 

Maul holds his hand out to her this time. “As your guest, I think I’m allowed to demand a little more of your time.” 

She laughs, turning her face into her palm as if that can dampen the expression. “Alright, you fiends. Give me a moment.” 

But Maul doesn’t want to run the risk of her turning a moment into an hour, so he takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. 

A sound of surprise spills out of her as she stumbles into his chest, but the laughter is still there. “You win!” she gasps through her laughter. Without looking she closes the cover to her tablet with a definitive click. “I’m done.” There’s a moment of shy hesitation, and then she leans in towards Maul— 

He retreats two steps. Enough to keep a firm grip on her elbows so she can keep her balance at the sudden loss of his presence. 

She frowns at his withdrawal. And when she tries to close the gap again, he retreats. Step by step, her confusion turning to delight as he leads her away from her desk. 

Step by step until his back hits Obi-Wan’s chest. 

Satine uses this opportunity to press in against him, slender fingers tracing the edge of his robe as she lifts up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her palms smooth up his chest, curling around his neck as Obi-Wan’s arms encircle his waist from behind. 

She sighs in satisfaction as the kiss breaks. “Much better.” 

“The plan was to get back to the bed,” Maul grumps, sandwiched between the two of them and the easy exchange of touches. 

“In a moment,” Satine says as Obi-Wan’s lips press to the curve of his throat and her hands slip beneath the robe to better map the planes of his chest. 

And this time, at least, he can’t find it in him to object. 

[crowcoven]

as much as I need winds of winter like I need air, I kinda love that it’s not out yet and has taken this long to come out.

cause like, everyone can have their own idea of a perfect ending for the story. Obviously there’s theories that are more realistic than others and concepts that people know probably won’t happen, but as of right now it’s also possible.

Like you want all your fav ships to get happy endings and ride off into the sunset? I mean who’s gonna tell you no? Not George he’s still writing. It’s like a perfect little peace where anything you say goes and there is something really nice about it 

[bunysliper]

Mystery Lovers

While spending some time on Coruscant, Satine ends up in the entertainment news. Obitine Week 2023, day 6. Prompts: Senate, Intrigue, Archive, with bonus prompt TCW Season 3.

@weekofobitine

Late again, I know. I'm sorry!

Also, yay! Another couple of bingos!

[cyarikryze]

“we mothers stand still so our daughters can look back to see how far they've come” only in the sisterly font of satine & bo-katan kryze.

[rosered12]

Mando season 3= 7

Hope for a Satine ref= 0

I'll take crumbs at this point😢

[buildoblivionthenwewilltalk]

oh I will never forgive D&D for replacing Satin actually