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Wip Wednesday - Spirit Halloween

The Halloween decorations are going up and I don’t remember the last time I had something for wip Wednesday so you’re getting a long one

Enjoy 🖤

The clock on the wall sounds like a heartbeat.

The second hand pulls back and lurches forward, steady and measured and maddening.

One-two. One-two. One-two.

It's loud and irritating, but honestly, anything is better than listening to The Monster Mash for the millionth time tonight.

No one has set foot in this temporarily occupied warehouse in over an hour and Anakin is beyond ready to get the fuck out of here.

The closing checklist is almost complete— the changing rooms have been cleared of unwanted costumes, each cheap plastic garment put back in its package and out on display, the register has been counted, the floors have been swiffered, the door has been locked. All he has to do is shut down the animatronics, turn off the lights and—

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Anakin barks when a knock at the door nearly startles him out of his skin, clutching his chest to feel the frantic onetwo onetwo onetwo of his own heart fast outpacing the clock's suddenly sluggish tempo.

It takes a moment to catch his breath, his pulse still thundering in his ears when he looks up to find a man wearing a dark suit and an apologetic expression.

Normally, Anakin would just ignore the guy — maybe shout, 'We're closed,' and point at his watchless wrist before rolling his eyes and returning to his end-of-night checklist — but when the man raises his hand to give an almost adorably embarrassed wave, Anakin finds himself unlocking the door before he can think twice.

"I'm terribly sorry," the stranger says before the door is even open, rushed and painfully polite, "I didn't mean to frighten you."

He sounds like he stepped out of some critically acclaimed period drama about dukes and duchesses, and while he's not wearing coattails or a top hat he definitely looks like he could be a lord or something.

"It's fine," Anakin chuckles, a strange nervous tickle in the back of his throat as he breathes in the cold night air, shifting his weight slightly and trying to remember why exactly he opened the door in the first place, "Look, man, I'm really sorry, but we're—"

"You're closed," the man says before he can finish, nodding his head in acknowledgment, standing up a straighter like he thinks he can match Anakin's height, "I realize that and I apologize, but I was hoping that you could—"

"Sorry, dude," Anakin interrupts, shaking his head and finding himself strangely reluctant when the man frowns, "Already shut down the registers, couldn't sell you anything even if I wanted to."

His eyes drop in disappointment, lips in a thin line, but when his brows raise, head tilted to one side, Anakin lets out a low sigh, realizing this man isn't ready to give up.

"Cash?"

And if that doesn't pique Anakin's interest.

"I have—" the man murmurs absently, pulling out a sleek leather wallet to leaf through the contents and Anakin can't help the way he perks up when he sees at least one, two, three bills with three digits in the corner, "Four— no, five hundred and one dollars."

Anakin needs to swallow a laugh because who the fuck carries around that much cash?

"Anything not spent on the costume is yours."

Then, he nearly chokes.

That's— that's—

Honestly, that's not even a month's rent, but to Anakin Skywalker, five hundred dollars is a lot of money.

It's a trip home to visit mom.

It's a nice birthday gift for Ahsoka.

It's breathing room.

It's one hell of a negotiation tactic.

"That desperate, huh?" Anakin manages to ask, his mind already running through exactly what he needs to do to not get caught.

"You have no idea," the stranger hums, leaning forward just enough that Anakin can see the way his smile wrinkles his eyes at the edges, "You're my only hope."

Anakin shivers.

"Five hundred dollars?" He confirms, swallowing back the wild feeling still racing down his spine.

"Five hundred and one," the man grins, and for the first time, Anakin realizes his eyes shine like silver.

"Alright," he breathes, something strange studdering his heart as he holds the door open, "Come on in."

[ronanxing]

how about a kiss for good luck?

[lady-starkiller]

going wild on a saturday night

*glass of bourbon*

*wikipedia page for 'photon'*

[cacaocheri]

something soft for the girlies

[aaeeart]

(commission info)

it had Ezra vibes 😩

[starshinesim]

🍓🍒⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[abitdragonobsessed]

I think they might be a bit fruity for each other

[pookiebearhelaena]

Princess Jaehaera and her uncle Prince Daeron, 131 AC

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

113 days.

[spohkh]

[the--last-great-american-dynasty]

concept: fantasy novel where there’s a princess that’s kidnapped at 17 and stuck in tower by a witch except she’s an introvert and this got her out of being queen AND there’s a library so she really vibes with her time there.

and then a knight comes and ‘saves’ her but she’s like ‘fuck you, bring me back’. but he doesn’t and they get to the kingdom to find that the knight was promised her hand in return. except the witch who kidnapped her is a lesbian and also in love with her and finds her and is like ‘run away with me!’

plot twist: the princess is aro ace and is like ‘absolutely not, tf’

the witch kills the knight in rage. the king is despairing to find his daughter a husband and creates a quest to get some magical object to which the princess is like fine, I’ll just get it myself so I don’t have to marry anyone’

cue quest where princess gathers a bunch of other aro ace spectrum characters and they band together to beat the witch and a bunch of men to find this object

[featherwurm]

I did this specifically for me but - Line cook Karlach.

[velvet-games]

cozy work night

[moonhze]

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The werewolf-Lena and normie hunter Kara intrigues me, because I have an image in my head of it being an early damp morning in the woods, and Kara's taking a walk when she stumbles across a freshly humanized Lena. Lena's skin is pale, her hair black, and maybe she's injured or other obvious distress, or maybe she's just exhausted after a long night of wolfing.

But there's a split second of vulnerability and intimacy before Lena notices Kara's presence, where Kara takes in a smooth, naked shoulder, hears the huff of breath as Lena exhales, unaware of her audience. The air, crisp and moist as it is, also tingles with a sense of magic, of unreality. In that moment, Kara is reminded of a selkie shed of its skin, but the green eyes that flick towards her are all wild forest.

I'm not sure what kind of werewolf culture Lena would be a part of in this au. Maybe a long line. Or maybe she's the last of her kind, alone and hunted by the very people who once promised to care for her. But she finds a haven in Kara, and Kara finds a home in her mysterious guest, as deep and as untamed as the forest outside her cabin door.