#stagnation end tag

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

I need to focus on other things, I can't really draw the siblings' dynamic I'm desperate to showcase so have it tossed down bellow

-Hornet still calls Hollow by "Knight", as they have no name and she doesn't feel like it's her place to give them one. She also refers to them in it/its or they/them pronoun, kind of switches between the two

-Hollow's way of communication is body gestures and movement. They can write but it's been too long, they are somewhat relearning how to. They write in short sentences, not because they can't or don't want to communicate, it's their current headspace of just kind of existing normally that's new to them. They also eventually develop a sort of sign language of their own that only Hornet picks up on (at the time).

-Hornet is the one who introduced them to other bugs to see how they socialize, also being forced to do the same herself. She is not doing so well lol! Hollow, while not really knowing to pick up on social ques as well, is still doing better due to still carrying the basic training of being a knight (and polite towards bugs they were meant to "keep safe and serve")

-While she feels like took a lot on herself to help Hollow adapt, it's their interaction that sort of bounce off of each other and proving to be helpful to her as well. She still has a need to be protective of them in any situation, though, taking a lot of responsibility on herself while not needed and this can have a counter effect on Hollow, making them step away from her when she acts too much like that.

-Hollow doesn't like physical contact, not because they're afraid or not trusting enough because physical contact outside of combat is foreign to them. Hornet learned this (as shown in the comic) and is mainly allowing them to make the first step if she reach out (tugging on Hornet's cape to get her attention, a soft pat on the head as a thank you that they picked up from ~someone :)~ etc.)

-Hollow is recovering and learning but they are still highly trained, fully capable of taking enemies down. What they lack is a sense of drawing the line when to stop, not dealing with enemies who aren't void construct or high skilled like the great knights. They can gravely injure or kill someone very VERY fast and Hornet has to warn and stop them for not accidentally going too far

-They use World Sense to know and see things Hornet can, so randomly they would act a little out of it as if zoning out or mediating in the middle of doing something. Hornet doesn't usually disturb them when they do but she hates when they run off somewhere without her knowing if they decide to go investigate what they 'saw'

-The enemies Hornet tries to keep a secret are these strange bounty hunter bugs that are coming after for some reason *wink*. She thinks Hollow isn't aware but they are secretly keeping an eye out for her

-Hornet learned Hollow refuses to fully sleep rest the hard way (as in she tried all sort of assurances and methods to let them know they're safe but they would act in panic so she would stop trying or insisting)

Uh, I might add more in future self reblogs if I remember more, have this for now~

[hazelcephalopod]

Main thoughts on The Acolyte based on the first 5 episodes.

Seeing a different era of the Republic and Jedi has been neat.

Sol asked Mae pretending to be Osha where her sister was. That and other little things about how he’s behaving with her and looking at her make me suspect he either suspects she may in fact be Mae, or outright know she’s Mae and is playing along to try to get her to the ship easier and maybe get more info, possibly even gain some trust or something with her.

Not to brag too much. But when Qimir first showed up I thought he'd be doing some drunken master shit or something. And I feel I wasn’t far off. Also. Gotta be honest he did look great doing all his crimes.

The force witch coven was cool.

Im really curious where the Qimir stuff goes. He says he has no name but the Jedi would call him sith. Now that can be interpreted a couple ways. Personally? It could be a lie for a few reasons, but considering how confident he was and his stated desire -freedom- I’m inclined to believe him. I admit though, I think it’s more interesting if he’s not Sith but instead just something else or something new.

…speaking of which. I do like digging into more of the Jedi beliefs and potential misdeed. There’s layers of complexity to their practices for sure, but they’ve always been a little bit pushy about their beliefs and practices. They are the only -or maybe one of very few- recognized force using organizations in the Republic, and I think that has some ramifications that are being explored here. They are light users, quasi-monastics, and still a religious organization with political ties. When you look at it together, Anakin being the balance of the force makes sense, even all the main movies show the force is dark and light and both will always exist. The Jedi try to reject the dark completely oftentimes, which is not balanced. The Jedi often act as absolutist and for lack of a better word supremacistic, and certainly it seems like this is a period where that is in full force. I mean, we will see what happened exactly with the witches -which may not have been officially sanctioned but still indicates the presence of a certain attitude towards force users other than jedi.

Also related to above -tbh we needed a paragraph break. Qimir brings up a good point about freedom -even if he’s also probably evil, again we’ll see I guess. However again my point: limiting the force strictly is never going to work long term.

That said. I really enjoy Star Wars when it is willing to interrogate the idea that the dark side is always evil. And this series has, poked at it a little. I’d love to see it poke more. (Tbh the oppositional duelism of the force is a bit simplistic, and I find the ideas that the force is just the force, an undivided energy that has been dogmatically perceived through a dualistic lens for millennia by most of the galaxy but isn’t actually more interesting.)

[zorkaya-moved]

𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG. DO NOT REPOST. DO NOT REUSE. MUTUALS W/ ZARINA'S TAG ON THEIR BLOG ARE ALLOWED TO REBLOG.

[kaftan]

[ID: a screenshot of the “Bad Art” coloumn of the table shown in the original tweet.

The sections are: “makes you feel weird”, “saps energy”, “sets off a downward spiral”, “confuses the mind”, “produces stagnation”, “weed” (as a drug analogy), “unstructured and obsessively anti-rhythm”, “instinctively recognised as a scam”, “a malevolently bad map”, “obfuscation, lies, resentment”, “wises to destroy the canon”, “mocks the concept of values”, “enfeebles life”, “spits on beauty and actively celebrates ugliness”, and “bad art is whining, coping, seething, and a waste of time”.

End ID]

Tag yourself as this list of “bad art” features, according to a twitter fascist

[timetravellingkitty]

Save Siraj's Family!

If you've been following Siraj's updates, you probably know that he's reached his short term goal of 30k. While he is grateful for your support, we cannot forget him just because he reached his short term goal, as if it's done and dusted. Siraj still has a long way to go to reach his goal of 82k. The next goal is to get him to 32k by the end of Monday, which is tomorrow. He wishes to reach 40k by the end of the coming week.

If you don’t know by now, Siraj is a journalist, a writer and a father to three children. He risks his life by travelling 3km everyday to get a stable connection to the internet, just so he can show us the truth. He has been displaced seven times. His son is sick and has painful skin rashes from living in unhygenic tents! His wife and two other boys might fall sick too if this goes on!

Campaigns that seek to rebuild are just as important as those to evacuate. Siraj should not be forced to leave Gaza - it is his home and he wants to rebuild and survive!

DO NOT LET HIS CAMPAIGN STAGNATE NOW. Help him reach his goal of 32k by tomorrow, and follow him ( @siraj2024 ) for daily updates on his situation. And ignore the number of notes this gets. Notes do not equal donations

#219 on this spreadsheet

Tagging for reach:

@deathlonging @briarhips @dirhwangdaseul @mahoushojoe

@feluka @terroristiraqis @irhabiya @anneemay @wellwaterhysteria

@kahin @that-one-queer-poc @ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @communistchilchuck @dykesbat

@socalgal @ghelgheli @chexcastro @velvetys @komsomolka

@omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid @biconicfinn @xinakwans @heritageposts @vakarians-babe

@appsa @malcriada @brutaliakhoa @opencommunion @magnus-rhymes-with-swagness @schoolhater @pcktknife

@rhubarbspring @toiletpotato @fromjannah @transmutationisms @neptunerings @northgazaupdates2 @marnota

[malcriada]

Help Firas & Nisreen pay for their medical studies!

i have posted about my friend Firas @firasmuhaisenn and his sister Nisreen at length before here they are two siblings living in Egypt, currently enrolled in university, about to start their second year. their biggest dream in life is to finish medical school to be able to help people in Gaza and give back to their community. they were all set to start this journey but then everything changed on October 7th. their family is stuck in North Gaza with no way out and no way to pay for the skyrocketing food prices. Firas & Nisreen are, on top of everything else, responsible to send their family money so they can survive. every little bit you can give to them is helpful. i cannot overstate how extremely urgent this is. their fundraiser keeps stagnating a lot, oftentimes going without a single donation for days. we cannot afford this right now!! TO PAY FOR THEIR NEXT YEAR OF UNIVERSITY THEY NEED TO URGENTLY PAY $6000 USD (~ $8,155 CAD) UNTIL THE 15th OF OCTOBER

their last donation was 2 days ago! so far, they have $8,416 CAD / $16,571 CAD (short term goal). please, donate and if you can't share this!

[ID: A gfm with two images side by side. The first one shows a man standing in front of a ruined factory that has mostly been turned to rubble. The second one shows more extent of the destruction. The title of the GFM is "Donate to Help evacuate our family and complete our studying, organized by Firas Muhaisen" End ID] shared by @/90-ghost here

tagging for reach under the cut, apologies. please lmk if you'd like to be removed:

@timetravellingkitty @deathlonging @demilypyro @dirhwangdaseul @mahoushojoe

@rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationisms @sawasawako

@stuckinapril @irhabiya @commissions4aid-international @wellwaterhysteria @camgirlpanopticon

@deepspaceboytoy @post-brahminism @khanger @evillesbianvillain @neechees

@mangocheesecakes @kyra45-helping-others @jezior0 @7bitter @tortiefrancis

@toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid @tododeku-or-bust

@aristotels @komsomolka @xinakwans @heritageposts @nibeul

@ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @lonniemachin @dykesbat

@watermotif @stuckinapril @mavigator @lacecap @yugiohz

@socalgal @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @lesbocrocker @northgazaupdates2

@vakarians-babe @wayneradiotv @paper-mario-wiki @rthko @decolonize-the-everything

@velvetys @3000s @punkitt-is-here @shesnake @tamamita

@cruzwalters @yugiohz @akajustmerry @jihaad @determinate-negation

@riding-with-the-wild-hunt

[aflamethatneverdies]

art credit: @palms-upturned

I'm making a post on behalf of a campaign that is going very slowly and needs more donations and eyes on it. @alaakh99 reached out to me recently. She is a mother of two children, Maria 6, Hamza 4.

Her son Hamza is suffering from painful skin diseases and her daughter Maria recently caught Hepatitis due to the living conditions they are facing.

Alaa herself ended up with Hepatitis and is still weak and needs to see a doctor. Please help Alaa reach her short term goal so that she and her children can see a doctor. She shared these photos of her son Hamza suffering from skin infection on her blog:

This is a verified fundraiser, shared by @/90-ghost and is #307 on The Butterfly Effect Project. Help Alaa raise €10,000 soon so both she and her children can at least see the doctor and get treatment.

This campaign was made over three months ago and is still stagnating and has only collected €7205 out of €100,000, barely 7% of the goal.

Please help Alaa reach €10,000 by Sunday. Boost, donate, share, participate in this raffle by @/elfilibusterismo by making a donation of €10 or more.

tagging for reach, please let me know if you don't want to be tagged. Thank you: @mazzikah @timetravellingkitty @commissions4aid-international @appsa @transmutationisms @anneemay @ghelgheli @aristotels

[kahin]

URGENT FUNDRAISER, TAG AS NOTHING

[pt: Urgent fundraiser, tag as nothing. end pt.]

I can't take much of the stagnation that Momen's campaign has seen over the past week. We have not met any of our short term goals by their deadlines, and there is not nearly enough to evacuate three family members, let alone ten.

His nephew has polio. His father is diabetic and likely can't get insulin, or his mum and dad can't get any follow-ups for their heart diseases or hypertension. There are two newborns struggling with illness due to the horrible conditions. I'm afraid this can not wait.

DONATE TO SAVE MOMEN'S FAMILY NOW. €19,351/€70,000. 125 on the sheet.

[pt: Donate to save Momen's family now. €19,351/€70,000. 125 on the sheet. end pt.]

blog tags under the cut.

@timetravellingkitty @meaganfoster @briarhips @mahoushojoe

@timetravellingkitty @meaganfoster @briarhips @mazzikah @mahoushojoe 

@rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationisms @sawasawako 

@feluka @terroristiraqis @irhabiya @commissions4aid-international @wellwaterhysteria 

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@toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid  

@aristotels @komsomolka @neptunerings @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @heritageposts 

@ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @communistchilchuck @dykesbat 

@watermotif @stuckinapril @violentrevolution @mavigator @lacecap 

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@prismatic-starstuff @fliptop @bell-bones @friendly-jester @gnomepng

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

STAGNATING CAMPAIGN 🚨

[Source]

The Khalifa family's campaign has been stagnating a lot recently, and they really need help! They have received only ONE donation in the past 4 days, and it was mine.

They are currently living in a bombed-out building surrounded by raw sewage, which is causing infection, illness, and respiratory issues. And at only £4,766 of their goal of £31,000, they are dangerously low on funds.

Please match my donation if you can! (Funds transferred for me by perfectlyperiwinkle.) Donors can even enter my raffle to get the chance of winning some handmade doll clothing.

[Video description:

An instagram video with the caption "A reminder of where we are / Donation link in bio". It shows footage of a street in Gaza, which is covered in debris and has severely damaged bombed-out buildings. Tense music plays.

/End video description]

Tags for reach: (thank you, lmk if you want to be removed):

@jupiterisonline @perfectlyperiwinkle @pinetreesdoodles @aces-and-angels @dendrosys

@kyra45-helping-others @memori3esofgreen @appsa @dykesbat @turian

@buttercuparry @meaganfoster @girlinafairytale @malcriada @perennii

@nerdyqueerr @imjustheretotrytohelp @cornmazehater @monstermashpotato @ropes3amthoughts

@punkeropercyjackson @gizdathemxel @himbo-noxx @carouselcults @starless-gaze

@timetravellingkitty @briarhips @three-croissants @neptunerings @schoolhater

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@just-browsing1222 @forgetlove @foolishtobias @spideyladman @shartreuse1312

@thatwierdquietkidthatdraws @mione-g @excruciatingdespair @autisticmudkip @sevensecondstilltheend

@floof-ghostie @acepumpkinpatrick @soep-sofa-may-blog @al-val-meadow @boy-defined

[lonniemachin]

HELP AHMED AND MARAM REACH 35K IN 13 DAYS

My friend Ahmed, his wife Maram, and their three little children Habiba, Kareem, and the infant Muhammad have been trapped in besieged Gaza for almost an entire year. They've been forced to endure 11 displacements, malnutrition threatening both mother and baby, hepatitis, exhaustion, and the constant threat of murder by bombing. All they want is to live in peace and safety together, and in order to do this, they've been fundraising since April to raise enough money to evacuate to Egypt once the border is open again so that they may resettle elsewhere.

After 5-6 months, they've almost completed their goal of €40,000. At €33,025, they only need €6,975 to finish their campaign. Ahmed and I have set a short-term goal to work towards -- €35,000, for which they need €1,975. I'd like to see it completed by the end of the month to give this family some hope as their campaign has started to stagnate.

I can personally attest to their legitimacy as I've seen multiple modes of verification. I am in a group chat with he and their beneficiary, who I helped connect them to, and there have been multiple successful transfers with proof that both can attest to. They've also been vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and are featured on his spreadsheet, and have been featured in a video by YouTuber Ro Ramdin. They are a 100% real Palestinian family in need.

Please give what you can. You can also join my authentic crystal jewelry raffle helping to benefit them and 2 other families if you'd like to win something for a good cause.

Tagging for reach under the cut

@papenathys @slicedblackolives @heliopixels @nimbooz

@hiveswap @irhabiya @feluka @anneemay @opencommunion

@tumkaafiho @fleshdyk3 @balaclava-trismegistus @heritageposts

@ripley-stark @paandaan @itsfookingloosah @rooh-afza @wellwaterhysteria

@shesnake @akajustmerry @himejoshikaeya @camgirlpanopticon @watermotif

@deathlonging @briarhips @dirhwangdaseul @mahoushojoe

@rhubarbspring @schoolhater @pcktknife @transmutationisms @sawasawako

@deepspaceboytoy @post-brahminism @appsa @kibumkim @neechees

@ot3 @amygdalae @ankle-beez @dykesbat @brutaliakhoa

@socalgal @chilewithcarnage @ghelgheli @sayruq @fleshdyk3

[literaryvein-reblogs]

A List of "Beautiful" Words related to Summer

to include in your next poem/story

Aestival - of or relating to the summer

Arboreal - of, relating to, or resembling a tree

Calefaction - the state of being warmed

Canicular - of or relating to the dog days (i.e., the period between early July and early September when the hot sultry weather of summer usually occurs in the northern hemisphere; a period of stagnation or inactivity)

Chanterelle - a fragrant edible mushroom (Cantharellus cibarius) usually having a yellow to orange color

Convivial - relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company

Crepuscular - of, relating to, or resembling twilight; dim

Devilry - playful, reckless behavior that is not intended to cause serious harm; mischief

Forenoon - the early part of the day ending with noon; morning

Igneous - of, relating to, or resembling fire; fiery

Noctilucent - visible or glowing at night; bioluminescent

Ocherous - of the hue of impure iron ore with an earthy usually red or yellow pigment

Pergola - arbor, trellis; a structure usually consisting of parallel colonnades supporting an open roof of girders and cross rafters

Redolence - an often pungent or agreeable odor

Respite - an interval of rest or relief

Salubrious - favorable to or promoting health or well-being

Solstice - the time of the sun's passing a solstice which occurs about June 21 to begin summer in the northern hemisphere and about December 21 to begin winter in the northern hemisphere

Souse - to make drunk

Vespertine - active, flowering, or flourishing in the evening

Viridescent - slightly green; greenish

If any of these words make it into your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

Word List: Spring More: Word Lists

[lilacxquartz]

OBEY || Makima x Fem!Reader

summary: Makima loved girls like you, so pretty and compliant. She had it in her mind that she could get you to do anything she wanted and as it turned out, she was right.

tags: (warnings in red): manipulation, coercion, dubious consent, forced masturbation, some pet play, dom!makima, porn with plot, toy usage, vibrators, one shot

word count: 2.4k

You messed up this time.

You really did.

You weren’t great at your job, half of the time you wondered why you were even here, but everyone beyond that point was happy to remind you that you were just an intern—of course you messed up, but that’s not something to worry about, they don’t suffer from your mess.

All of your end of the week paperwork was always run through Makima, the one they all warned you about instead. You hadn’t yet experienced her supposed wrath, by some miracle escaping the rumours.

But something felt different this time.

She wasn’t the type to slip up her mood, always so professionally calm and composed as she wore her white button up and black slacks, fiery red hair tucked neatly away into a tailed braid.

She skimmed the paperwork with the tip of her finger, making a smacking noise with her lips as disappointment seemed to brew. She wasn’t happy with you, but her wrath declined, she wasn’t punishing you just yet.

No, there was something playful in her glare instead.

“Your work ethic is lacking,” she simply said, her voice cutting through the air, she tempted you closer as she walked you into her office.

Your heart dropped as she shut the door behind you, swivelling a lock as the key turned, the blinds falling shut against the window. It wasn’t all that late outside, but she made it night.

Listening in, you could hear a button fumble and then flick, a dim light spreading a warm glow around the office space. Next, you watched her move her hands over the drawer of her desk, another key striking into something locked away, pulling something out that she left hidden to you, at least for now.

“Now then…” Makima purred, taking a step closer and leaving the item she fetched on the chair behind the desk. You couldn’t quite see what it was. “Let’s try encouragement in a different way.”

Your heart dropped.

Were you about to get beaten up at your own job? (that you weren’t even getting paid for, it was an internship)—at least not yet, you had to survive the whole assigned duration to land a paid spot in this place.

Still, the atmosphere suddenly became something different entirely, the air thicker than blood, something that stagnated and caused your breath to hitch. Was this her presence alone that made you feel that way? The rumours felt suddenly real, your mind begging for you to run away but your fate already sealed itself the second you stepped inside.

“A-another way?” you asked.

“You’re a pretty girl,” Makima said, approaching closer, the carpet absorbing her steps—she moved quietly like a siren, her intentions feeling seducing almost as she reeled you in with those anchoring eyes, “so why are you trying to get a job here?”

You couldn’t quite reply, you weren’t even sure what to say. You gulped as her touch felt gradually invading, fingertips tracing along your jaw as her knuckles met with your cheeks. She felt soft. Tempting. Dangerous.

Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, the lack of reply grating on her nerves even if it wasn’t shown.

“Well?” she demanded.

“I want to make a difference, you tried to say, what a cliché excuse—oops.

She flashed a curt smile, “Very novel.”

Her fingers drifted down to your chin, pinching it and tilting your head to align with her line of sight. You avoided her gaze but she made you follow it much to your impending dread.

She parted her lips once more.

“You could have been someone’s pretty little wife or a mistress even, life could have been easy, especially for someone like you.”

You couldn’t respond, feeling insulted.

“A shame, but…” she let her words trail off, a glint of pure curiosity sparking in her eyes, the look she gave you was a dangerous one, “at least it means that I can have my fun instead.”

“I-I’m sorry?” you finally replied, fluttering a couple of blinks as your body froze.

“Mhm,” she hummed, finally letting go of your face—her eyes darkened, any light that indicated care now faded away, “so kneel.”

You tensed up even more, unsure how to react.

“I know you’re not deaf, my pretty, so let’s try that again,” she cooed again, her voice flipping a switch, it felt like an illusion though, there was a looming threat in her tone, “…kneel.”

You gulped as you knelt after a long moment, her eyes fixated on yours as she remained silent beyond that point.

Her lips curled as she watched you surrender to her will, “Good, I’m glad I didn’t have to repeat myself again—wouldn’t want to bruise such a face.”

You had no idea how to react, so you simply gulped. All of a sudden, it felt like you couldn’t talk, your replies congested.

Makima moved towards you next, taking a domineering step as she moved your chin to secure eye contact with you once again, her face showed zero praise but the warmth she offered from her touch told a different sort of story.

“So compliant,” she cooed.

She grabbed at your jaw next, fingertips trailing your lips.

“Show me your tongue, my pretty.”

You complied with her for now, showing her your tongue like a dog, panting with the muscle out in the open. You shuddered as you drooled, saliva dripping onto the floor.

She studied you for a moment, making a slight humming sound as she then let go of you and stepped away.

“I’ll go easy on you today,” Makima said, seeming to decide.

You put your tongue back into your mouth, fearful of the consequence but she didn’t seem to scold. Instead, she made her way back to her desk, taking a silver looking object, fiddling with the base as a droning whir emitted from the thing.

A vibrator?

She slid it into your trousers, making you freeze as she just nearly avoided the cotton underwear line that piled at your crotch; she then pushed your knees shut, keeping the vibrator running between your thighs and right next to your heat.

“Let’s keep that there,” She nodded, taking a step back again as though to admire the sight of your gradually undoing being; your complexion slowly blooming into rosy red, your eyes so trusting and so afraid.

Yet observant, so ready to give and to obey.

The setting on the vibrator felt like eventual torture, shuddering against your clothed clit as pleasure built up in between the seams—your thighs attempted to reel it tighter, squeezing the toy to give it deeper focus, but no matter what you did, it wouldn’t go beyond a certain point.

Your hands drifted towards your legs, attempting to alter its course but Makima was quick to deny you such relief.

Her eyes narrowed as her lips crept up into a smile, “Not yet, my lovely.”

She watched as your body began to writhe under impossibly low vibrations, tempting your teased sex again and again—you couldn’t help but squirm as a rising heat coiled in your lower stomach, clenching and tightening as waves continued to roll to a tweezed point.

Crouching down, she cupped your chin and brought it closer, planting a warm kiss upon your lips. You could taste her lipstick, feeling it stick to your own flesh and her breath shudder into your throat; tasting of stale coffee but just barely. Her eyes were half lidded as she continued to press her lips onto yours, her tongue working its way inside pushing—moving, wrestling your own muscle away almost as it dared to follow her lead.

“Delicious,” Makima purred as she pulled back, her amber eyes scrolling to your quivering thighs, igniting a feverish stare upon your body.

You shuddered, both scared and aroused almost, your core tightening against such intense pleasure that it almost hurt. Torture it was as it continued, your legs clenching to burrow the toy in but with no such release.

Makima moved back a little, pulling up a chair to sit right before you.

“Now my lovely, undress for me,” she spoke, demanded almost. Her expression hardened, a faint blush forming upon her skin.

“But, I-“ you tried to retaliate, already feeling so embarrassed and broken down.

“I like my pets compliant, [name],” Makima warned, her tone taking on something colder. You watched as she unbuckled her belt, ever so slightly and as her delicate fingers fumbled the button and then the zipper—fingers slipping into her black slacks.

Reluctantly you nodded in such a stiffened stance that you could have been chiselled from marble yourself. Slowly, you removed your clothes at a slow rate, her eyes silently blessing praise and approval.

Once you were in just your underwear, you stopped and she seemed disappointed.

“I didn’t say stop, my pet,” she warned again, this time oozing much more of a threat behind her tone.

“I-Of course…” you shuddered with a jittering reply, your entire body shaking as you slipped gently out of your bra, kicking off your socks and finally allowing the cloth that clung against your heat to finally drop to your knees.

“So beautiful,” Makima praised as she seemed genuine, “now crawl to me.”

“I-I’m sorry?” you blurred out unintentionally again, feeling your voice next anchor in your throat out of accidental resistance. You knew not to question her and yet you did.

“Obedient pets listen to the commands they’re given, do they not?” she smiled at last, seemingly finally entertained with you albeit at your expense.

You swallowed away the final part of your dignity, surrendering to moving your body into a position on all fours as you leaned towards her. The carpet felt rough against your knees and uncomfortable, your palms barely tolerating the sensation until you were met right by her knees.

“Good girl,” she praised, “now lean back for me and open your legs.”

“But that’s too much-“

“—You misunderstand, I only keep good pets employed,” she smiled, “you want to work here, don’t you?”

You were starting to wonder if you did.

“I…I don’t kno-“

“Beautiful girls like you are wasted on this place, but I can offer you something more,” she said, “if you listen to me then you will be rewarded in much more than a safer world and a mediocre salary.”

“W-will I?”

“I take care of my loyal pets, [name],” Makima promised, offering deceitful hope, “your life is worth so much more when it’s in my hands.”

You gulped, something about her words started to swoon you.

“Now, show yourself to me,” she repeated again, her tone warmer yet lacking patience.

You reluctantly listened as you spread your legs for her; your lips parting by the will of your fingers slipping inside and seeking out your clit.

“Such a pretty cunt,” Makima commented, her own hand exploring below the waistline of her black slacks, “pleasure yourself for me.”

You spat a little on your fingertips, swirling circles on the bud as it slowly grew swollen, your breath heightening in such a bizarre situation that you couldn’t quite tell what you wanted to do.

Surprisingly you were already soaked, seeking lubrication from your sopping sex instead, avoiding eye contact when you could but ultimately going back to her gaze to seek approval.

“A-am I doing good?” you asked, desperate for praise.

Makima didn’t reciprocate your need though, simply offering a slight curve of her lips as her stare intensified. She knew what she was doing though, true praise was given through actions rather than words and as her own arousal grew, her silence was the truest form of praise there was.

You continued anyway as you on and off stole glances at her, certain things turning you on more than other elements. The way her eyes looked down at you, reminding you of your place below her. The way her hand likely was doing the exact same thing, but she kept it hidden from you. The blush that started to form, matching the shade of her hair.

You didn’t quite mind, as it turned out.

Focusing on those points, you felt yourself melt into something that went beyond simple arousal. Your body flushed with fear and warmth and acceptance, almost. Your own stomach coiled as you approached your initial end, your fingertips pushing out an orgasm out of you that your whole body rode out.

Makima’s smile curved again, something devious forming in her eyes.

“Again,” she commanded, “use the toy.”

Still feeling sore but in need of more, you shook as you reached for the toy and held it against your clit. The toy felt sore against your now swollen point, immediately causing you to shudder and whine, a reaction that made her eyes widen with sheer excitement.

Your thighs trembled as you felt your whole body flush with enveloping fire, a shaking release daring to swell within your core. Your thighs clenched as you held the toy to your bud, daring to surrender to yet another climax as it edged near.

Makima kept watch of you the whole time, lips curling to meet a satisfied smile; her eyes were relentlessly boring into yours, as though captivated by your own arousal—her own overlapping, feeling almost vicarious pleasure.

“Cum for me, my pretty,” she commanded, her voice sounding as silky as ever.

You listened without question, finally feeling the coursing waves roll through your stomach and all across your body, leaving you behind as a sweating mess.

“What a sight,” Makima purred, taking her hand out of her trousers and cupping around your cheeks.

You could smell the scent of her, feeling almost intoxicated as she hovered so closely by.

“I-I did well?” you asked in a scrambled way, your mind not fully there just yet.

She continued to talk to you as her body leaned in, her form crouching right beside you as she held your head in between both of her hands, “So pretty, so obedient.”

“I-I-“ you stammered again, feeling something warm from the praise.

“You’re my favourite toy so far you know,” she smiled, pushing her lips up against yours for the second time, “now get dressed, you’re invited for after work drinks with me.”

With your mind still fried, you nodded in a dazed state as you got back dressed again and stood statued into place as Makima brushed you up, straightening up your clothes and brushing any loose strands of your hair out of the way.

You followed her as she walked, your head still spinning from what just happened.

Yet Makima knew exactly what she was doing.

And now, she had a pretty little pet on her leash.

Ready to obey whenever she pleases.

[heartfullofleeches]

Could we maybe see the first meeting between fast food worker reader and the handpit

"Y/n! Some kid lost his teddy in the ball pit!"

You peel yourself from the breakroom chair with the minuscule amount of energy you had regained from it. You learned the first week on the job to never expect a moment of rest, but that didn't make losing precious break time any better.

The ball pit had been a pain since its reopening a full week back. Customers loosing precious items, child claiming to have been scared out of the pit by a scary monster. In defense of the first thing it probably isn't the greatest idea to wear great grandma's wedding ring to a restaurant where the police leaves the phone on the receiver when they call in.

You enter the main area. A parent shouts at the cashier while clutching a sniffing child's name; a glimmer of hope in their eyes as you walk out.

"This is exactly why I don't let my children into those disease pools! If you don't bring my son, his toy this entire franchise is going under!:

Your coworker's eyes water. You throw them a thumb's up as you pedal to the playarea. It's common knowledge you're in this nightmare together so most helped one another when they could.

The play area was your average child's environment. Overhanging tubes leading to a twisting slide. Colorful walls and statues of the mascot looming in watch. The ball pit. The windows to the parking lot had been painted over after similar reports of odd behaviors outside.

You walk over to the wall where the net for such occasions was stored, but it's gone. Figures. Nothing's easy around here. You pop your shoes off and squeeze them into a cubby as per comand of your commerical marketed overlord. You fish around at the top before doing as expected and climbing into the pit when you can't find it on the surface sweep.

The balls come up to your waist, but you can feel they go further than that as you kicking through them. The ball pit was as big as your average swimming pool, so you definitely had your work cut out for you. Better than being screamed at by customers from hell you suppose.

The search is gruelling. Each ball you push out of the way is replaced by a tidal wave of more. You unknowingly sink down to your chest as your frustration rises. It feels like the pit hasn't been cleaned in ages either. Some of the balls sticky and wet, and you're poked and stabbed at by objects were too thin and hard to be a plush bear-

What was that?

You freeze. A pocket forms in the sea of balls to your left, sucking the plastic orbs into themselves like a technicolor sinkhole. You figure its because you had previously just lift that area and swim forward. Something tugs on your pant's leg mid stroke, but your other foot kicks it away as you move. As the lights flicker you get the feeling someone is messing with you.

"Not funny!"

So much for being a team player. You better hurry and find this thing so you can head out early today. About tew feet in front of you, the bear's button eye watches your struggle. Stopping it, you dart towards it, but it sinks into the pit. It then reappears another foot away.

"What the hell.... This really isn't funny.."

You try again. It disappears. This time it teleports behind you. Stagnate in the spherical waters, you watch as the bear disappears and pops back within view in a different location. Sometimes it's at the end of the pit, sometimes it's mere inches away. This definitely isn't right. You need to get out of here. As you swim for the ledge, something drags you below.

You kick and flail, a scream fighting its way up your chest that you shove right back down to save energy. You can't breath. Your body feels weightless like you're swimming in a lake, yet the same air as falling out of the skin. Hands grab at various parts of yoir body. Items flash by as you're dragged further. Ancient photos, priceless watches- name tags.

As a hand wraps around your throat, you scream.

"You..."

Your plunge takes an abrupt stop.

"We did not recognize you at first, but that voice. It is unforgettable."

The hands turn you over. You can't tell if it's onto your back or your stomach. All you really can see is the plastic balls, but if you squint you can make out two white dots in the endless sea.

"So this is your face. We have only seen it in passing from your memories. How peculiar is man that in our eons of evaluation, your cerebrum is the single power that has twine our minds into one? In this "pit" of all things."

The hands stroke at your face; force your eyes to remain open. They carcass your tense form, easing your body but not your spirit. You want to cover your ears, but you can't. The voice is so loud; what feels like millions cramming into your small brain at volume which makes your teeth rattle with each syllable. In the same vein, it is the softest melody you've ever heard - splitting your fragile mind in two and sewing it together again with its gentle hush.

"You are different. You cannot enjoy us. The honor of being your new home would be wasted with your mind lost to the masses. You are to remain in this establishment until we decide what to do with you."

The hands center on your torso and push you upwards. Light pokes through the spaces between the balls as you're forced to the surface of the pit. The teddy bear lays on your chest as you surf atop the balls, staring down as if it's wondering the same thing as you.

What the fuck just happened

[transmutationisms]

Hello. I've seen some of your pists about Gaza. I'm unable to send money at the moment but I'd like to still help. How can I help? I was planning to reblog the link for the foundraiser but couldn't find it.

Thank you!

Hi! I am not sure which fundraiser you were trying to find so I will promote my friend Mohammed's. He has until Tuesday before his campaign organiser starts the next money transfer, so we're trying to raise as much as we can before then so it reaches his family ASAP!

As to your main question, I'm presuming you're asking specifically how to help with personal fundraisers (as opposed to, joining an organisation or activist group, which I would also recommend where possible). Here are a few ways you can help even when you are short on money yourself:

1. Boost and promote campaigns. Even having one person pay attention and post updates can help keep a campaign from entirely stagnating. Especially if you have a low follower count, you will want to use the tagging function to get some bigger blogs to reblog your posts and updates. It feels awkward but it can be a genuine lifeline for the person whose campaign might be going slowly or slipping through the cracks.

2. Consider 'spotlighting' a specific campaign. This is a great guide from @/feluka on how to do that. You might have seen me doing it with Mohammed's campaign and a few others. This involves keeping up with the campaign more closely and probably writing more of your own posts. It takes some time and effort but again, it can be invaluable for the person on the other end.

3. Even if you can't donate yourself, consider putting together a raffle, auction, or commission opportunity that can incentivise other people to donate. Visual art (digital or physical) is a common prize/commission I see offered on here; there are also raffles for handmade or rare items such as plushies, cross-stitch, hand-sewn clothing, knitted items, limited-edition books, fancy journals, writing requests, etc. Anything you can make, someone might be interested in. If you need help boosting a post about a raffle or commission, tag some users who reblog fundraisers! You can also send that kind of post to me and I will happily boost it for you :-)

4. Consider reaching out to anyone you see promoting a slow or stagnant campaign if you have the kinds of artistic or graphic design skills to create artwork or graphics for them to use. Visual aids, banners, etc can make a huge difference when you're trying to get people to read a post and click through to a donation link. Or, if you can't make graphics, could you learn how to write accessible image descriptions for any that you see, and offer to do that? It's easy for people promoting a campaign to get overwhelmed by alt text and image descriptions when a post might involve numerous visual elements, time-sensitive updates, and an urgent need for donations as soon as possible.

5. Some people contribute to Gazan fundraisers by raising the donation money through irl events like bakesales or charity drives. These may take a little more effort or upfront materials costs to set up, but they can also be a great opportunity to spread the word and connect with other people. If you have local activist groups or parties, this might be a good time to reach out to them and see if they can help facilitate such an event.

[acerathia]

delirium || Aventurine

Summary:

Aventurine has been good to you, so good, your past comes back to haunt you. And he's the only one who can truly relieve you.

Wordcount: 2.6k

Read on AO3

Pairing:

Aventurine / Mermaid!Reader

Tags/CW:

Minors DNI! pwp, monsterfucking, reader is in heat, reader has both kinds of genitalia, anal (Aven receiving), handjob, cunnilingus, piv, making out, they're in the water, unedited, unbeta'd...i have no idea what i was doing o7

Note:

sequel to 'equilibrium'. i got immensely h word so i wrote this, first time to ever do so, i have no idea how it is and i'm too ashamed to ask someone to beta it. i just need to get it out LMAO

In the past, time would have been something viscous, something cloggy and stiff. Every day the same spiel. Every day you would wake up in your tank and be greeted by the endless stares of your aficionados. And all you could do was wait and wait and wait. Wait for something you don’t even know the existence of.

But that has changed. It changed the moment Aventurine took you in. At first, it changed for the worse, if someone cares about space, and you would be lying if you said that staying in a bathtub hadn’t bothered you. Yet, you’ve never felt more free than in that tiny room, surrounded by nothing but darkness. For the first time since you’ve been in captivity, you felt alone. No stares, no hands, no commands. Just you and the water.

And then, the moment where the realization set in: you’re no longer a slave, no longer in the hand of someone keen on owning you. That moment was when you both ended up embracing, his words hot against your cool skin. But also, when he started building more space for you to move. He made it possible for you to stay fluid, your stagnation something of the past.

Yet, due to the way you have been living, enough food, spacious living conditions, something else of the past has returned to you. Something you had entirely forgotten until the morning you woke up, feeling the heat crawl up your skin and the cold shaking your bones. The lethargy plaguing your body leads you to the decision to simply stop moving, staying in your tank until this temporary condition wears itself out.

Of course, your absence has to be noticed eventually, so it comes to no surprise when there’s a knock at the door of your so-called room. With sluggish movements you change into a shallow tank, allowing you to stay seated while your torso is out of the water. Once you’re situated, you let out a call to allow him in.

The door creaks open and Aventurine enters, wearing some loungewear, hair still mussed, as he had yet to prepare himself to leave for work. Your eyes jump from his face, his smooth skin and eyes akin to jewelry, plush lips, often puckered in some kind of smirk, to his collarbones, framed by the open buttons of his top, teasing you about more. And you feel the heat surge once more, and with it comes the shame. How could you look at him and feel like that, feel the need to dig your teeth into his flawless, soft skin, to devour him.

You avoid making eye contact, you avoid looking at him altogether, as you wouldn’t know if you would keep leering at him like you just did, and even worse, if he would notice the way your eyes darken with each glimpse of him.

He steps closer, his footfall light and silent, yet in your current disposition, everything about him suddenly feels more intense, and you can’t help but notice every single movement and noise. So, his breath against your skin feels much more sensual than it should’ve been when he leans closer to you. And you close your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you try and squash down the sudden urge to simply drag him into the water.

“Oh my, you look flushed. Let’s hope you’re not sick,” he murmurs with his usual soft tone, the one Aventurine only uses to calm you down, to persuade you.

But this time, his way of speaking, low, something to ease you out of your skin, has a completely different outcome than usual. His voice sneaks down the back of your neck, touches your ribs and heats your insides. And all you can do is suppress a groan. One that slips between your gritted teeth the moment he touches your face with the tips of his fingers, his warmth fueling yours, soft skin against the wet, cold, for once not covered by the usual cool gloves. Normally you would have cherished that small touch, maybe even leaned in for more, but today, today you crave more. You want him to plunge his fingers inside you, to touch you in ways that matter.

You can’t help the barely audible pants as you try to work through your inner turmoil, until he removes his hand from your skin, leaving a hot patch slowly cooling down. Yet, that seeping coldness doesn’t help you, rather it reveals to you how much you crave the heat of another.

Your mind is fixated on the loss of his touch to even notice his absence. Your haze thins the moment the door clicks open once again as Aventurine enters the room again. This time he does not touch you, does not approach you. He keeps his distance, his face twisted in thought, his eyebrows pulled together, his soft lips jutting out, and you wonder how it would feel to have them against your own, how they would feel against your skin, and you immediately have to look away, yet the thought never vanishes.

“It seems like I have caused this problem, so it seems right for me to fix it, don’t you think so?” his voice sounds again, reverberating against your bones, and you’re unable to answer, but your reaction to him seems to be enough.

Once again getting closer, his breath brushes over your lips, your neck, and you shiver and pant, finally looking at him as he gets as close as the tank allows him to. He’s within your reach. So close, yet not close enough. With a quick motion, one born out of desperation and desire, you whip out your hand to grab him by the collar and pull him into the water.

He barely manages to catch himself, his hands holding the edge of the tank while the rest of him lays heavy on top of you. His face is barely any distance away from yours, and your eyes wander over his features, watching as the droplets of water make his skin shimmer, as they halo his eyes, sparkling, akin to a pearl in the deep sea.

Your gaze drops, gliding over his neck, his shoulders, collarbones, and you notice the way it has made his clothes see-through, his tensing muscles on display. And when you feel his hand on your cheek, you look up again, slightly nuzzling into his warm, soft skin.

He simply looks at you, and at some point, his attention, the way Aventurine seems to be able to read you so effortlessly, becomes too much for you to bear. You grow impatient, tilting your head into his hand. Then, you bite into his palm, hard enough for you to relieve your need, yet careful enough to avoid wounding, hurting him. And instead of looking up, you let your tongue lick at the sharp bite marks, softening the ache with the slight pressure.

When you look up again, you notice how his face has a slight tint, a red flush spreading over his cheeks, ears, neck. With that sight, your desire for more grows, and you begin to push him against the wall of the tank, positioning yourself above him, your tail between his legs.

You lean closer to him, not daring to kiss him, yet, you let your lips wander over his neck, down his shoulder, until you stop at his collarbones. And you can’t help but bite down, leaving another mark, and another. Your hands rest on top of his thighs, and you let them run closer and closer, until they arrive at his waistband, all too aware of where to avoid touching him.

Yet, you don’t dare to plunge your hands deeper, rather, you take his hand in yours, guiding him to your lower body. His fingers touch your slit, and you whimper, but you don’t allow him to dwell on it, rather, you let his hand rest on another part of your body, one that has grown and squeezed out due to your lust.

His touch electrifies you, and you suppress the urge to press closer to him while avoiding direct eye contact.

“Weird?” you croak out with the heaviness of your tongue, the language still foreign in your mouth, and the shame and desire only made the words raspier, heavier.

But instead of answering, his fingers curl around the tentacle like limb, eliciting a moan out of you. Moving his hand across your length at a slow pace, his pads touch as much surface as possible, mapping you out. And you bury your face into his neck while pressing yourself deeper into his hand. The increasing heat floods through you with each stroke, pooling in your belly, and the moment he presses the tip with slightly more pressure, it overflows out of you.

Despite this high, there’s still some edge, one you need to get rid of, yet you want to take care of him first. Now, you dare to let your hand slip underneath his waistband, pushing it down, until he’s revealed before you.

His thighs are flushed, and he’s slowly swelling underneath your gaze. The mere sight of him heats your veins once again and you grab his legs by the diamond-shaped space underneath his knees, pushing him up, and yourself against him at the same time.

Cocking your head in question, you ask him if it’s alright, and all you get is a pant and a nod. The moment you do, your fingers glide across his length, and you feel him shivering underneath you. You slowly begin to move your hand, your palm putting soft pressure against the underside. While you hold a steady pace, you begin to insert yourself bit by bit, taking your time to stretch him around you.

The shivering turned into him bucking his hips against yours, seeking more contact, more friction on both fronts, his low moans flowing against your skin, fueling your own need. And you oblige, moving your own body closer to his, sloppy, uncontrolled thrusts, only led by your own desire and his movements. Your fingers taking up the pace, thumb caressing his thumb. You grunt as your body begins to tense, and the moment he reaches his climax, sputtering against your hand, your torso, you fall over the edge too, simply at the mere sight of him panting and flushed underneath you.

You let your forehead rest against his, and in the spur of the moment, you press your lips against his. Pulling away, both still panting, you don’t know who started it once again, but tongue meets tongue, as he presses you against the wall, the water sloshing over the edge, sucking and biting, teeth and spit and tongue and lips.

His hands travel, caressing your shoulders, the small of your back, squeezing your hips before dipping even lower. Fingers carefully touching your scales, a warm trail and a pulling sensation with each catch, before they finally find what they have been looking for.

A thumb presses against your slit, pushing against your swollen nub. The mere touch of him makes you clamp around nothing, and you’re suddenly glad your body is still submerged under water, or else Aventurine would have noticed how affected you are by his touch.

Lips and tongue and teeth meet the soft skin of your neck, and you shiver when he nibbles at your jugular while slowly moving his thumb against you. And you whimper, pushing yourself into his hand, hips bucking, as your hands grab his shoulders. With each circle, he spreads you apart some more, until he inserts the tip of his finger into you, filling the emptiness inside of you. Yet, it’s not enough. You begin to grind against his hand, desperate for some more friction, more movements, more of him.

And he complies with your not so silent pleas. He pushes his finger deeper into you, finding that one spot with a simple move of his finger. His pace is slow, torturously so, yet he keeps pumping into you at the same speed, no matter how much you whimper and babble. He keeps it, even when adding another finger, reaching deep into you, touching you exactly where you need him, and you squeeze around his digits, chasing your high by his doing.

After your muscles release all the tension, Aventurine pulls his fingers out of you, only to bring them to his mouth, tongue flicking out and gliding over his wet digits. You should feel embarrassed at this display, yet all you feel is more want.

Aventurine simply smirks at you, as he notices the way your gaze stays on his shimmering mouth. His hands grab your waist, hefting you up and onto the edge of the tank, exposing what has been saved and covered underneath the reflections of the water. And before you could even try to escape his clutches, he presses his open mouth against you and plunges his tongue between your folds. All you could do was to grab his hair and throw your head back in pleasure, your moans reverberating against the walls.

He licks and sucks at your clit, until you feel the wetness seep out of you. The moment he notices your reaction to his touch, he dips the tip of his tongue into you, teasing you, opening you a little more. His thumb has found your swollen nub once again, pushing and pressing with each thrust of his tongue into your depths.

Your body wants to move closer to him, seeking more contact, but his hold on you is firm, and all you could do is pull his hair, his shoulders, seeking anything to relieve the tension growing inside of you with each lick of his. Until your insides release at once, squirting all over his face. But your climax does not deter him, as his tongue continues to work you, cleaning you up slowly and meticulously.

That leads to you only aching for more. So, the moment his hands guide you back into the water, you grab his length once again, this time, leading him to your empty hole, weeping, waiting to be filled by him.

And Aventurine is perceptive, he does not need any more indication before he pushes himself into you, bit by bit, patiently stretching you out until you can take all of him. Your moans meet his, and his tongue plays with yours, mapping out your molars.

He mutters your name before he begins to move, each stroke controlled, thrusting into you at his own pace, yet with such force, you think you might feel him in your throat as well. His hand finds your slit again, rubbing against it in circles, as Aventurine lets his other hand stroke your torso, caressing your collarbones and your nipples. He pinches the sensitive skin there, and you press yourself closer to him, whimpering his name and begging for more in your native tongue.

It’s as if Aventurine understands you, because he begins to pick up the pace, pushing you against the wall, his control slipping with each time he plunges into you. His tip hits your soft spots, catching and kissing, until you cannot hold yourself anymore, releasing all over him, your walls squeezing around him as you tense, and as you dig your teeth into his shoulder with a cry of his name.

All these sensations seem to affect him more than anticipated, because he soon follows, his warm spend filling your insides with a growl of your own name.

He stays inside of you, slumping against you. His head rests against your shoulder and his lips kiss your skin. You envelop him in your embrace, leaning impossibly closer to him, the rush in your veins gone, leaving only the heat of his skin to warm you once again.

“Well, that should have been more than enough, don’t you think so?” he murmurs with a smile tainting his words, and all Aventurine receives is a throaty giggle and a kiss against his temple.

After everything, Aventurine is the only one who can bring balance to your life, and you would not have it otherwise.

[vetinarivimesy]

Kenobi-centric fic recs

Everything here will heavily feature Obi-Wan Kenobi in some fashion, and will vary wildly by ship, tone, and fic-type though I'll do my best to give little blurbs/not-too-spoilery summaries.

The fics range from gen to explicit, in some cases pre-date tagging ettiquette, and, no, no I have not re-read them all (ye gods have you seen the word counts).

In a few cases I'm basing my summaries on very hazy memory and I have a noted bad habit of skimming straight past explicit porn when I don't want to read it, then forgetting its there entirely - so caveat lector!

These are mostly fics that I currently mentally catalogue as Wonderful Obvious Obi-Wan Kenobi Goodness fics rather than expecting to dig up any obscure hidden gems. The list would probably look very different on a different day. It's far from comprehensive, and the categories are loose at best. But here it is!

I've been contemplating putting something like this together for a while but been a bit nervous of sticking my head up above the metaphorical parapet. As, follows my fave character around without caring overmuch about the ship trash, I've got quite a list of Star Wars fics inhaled/rediscovered.

(Wee bit too used to coming into very dead fandoms long after everyone's left, put the chairs up on the tables, the metaphorical lights have been turned off... and the not so metaphorical bills have stopped being paid. More than once I've stumbled into a wonderful old fandom fic archive only for it to vanish into, Only What Was Saved on the Internet Archive Remains status. Even when the archive isn't actually an ex-archive, many don't actually allow for interaction. Apologies to the authors I've never worked up the courage to comment on, this is an explanation not an excuse!)

Obi-Wan's apprenticeship fics:

Commander Kenobi - norcumi (complete, 9646 words)

Obi-Wan gets de-aged in the midst of battle. Cody gets to find out what teenaged Obi-Wan was like. Given Obi-Wan thinks he's fresh out of Melida-Daan, nothing like whatever Cody might have been expecting.

A Town Called Stagnation - deniigiq (complete, 33,000 words)

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan take a trip to Stewjon, to let Obi-Wan get in touch with his roots post the horrorshow of his early apprenticeship. Smalltown thinking and the trauma of recent events clash horribly for everyone involved.

Another brilliant author who's whole fic-output is well worth checking out. Their wry utterly charming character voices never fail to amuse, even when the POV character is one I'm currently in an... actually I wouldn't mind some bashing of this guy kinda mood. I draw amusement and sympathy for Qui-Gon's character in every single one of their immediately post-Melida Daan fics for context here, with my knowledge of that event thoroughly warped and contaminated by the current popular fanon take on the matter too.

Though more Cody-centric, and thus Clone Wars era, than anything parallelogram (Complete, 33,000 words) and they're neutral (complete, 9900 words) by the same author are also wonderful.

poisoned chalice - qigiined (Complete, 9900 words)

Another author with the wit and deftness of characterisation to make immediately-post-Melida-Daan Qui-Gon's POV both amusing and sympathetic. They've also got quite a few other gems!

Qui-Gon's very wry POV as he tries to navigate raising a very traumatised child, and appeasing his various lineage members.

through hardships to the stars - kivaember (WIP, 148,000 words)

Canon divergence where Obi-Wan's apprenticeship snafu on Melida-Daan went just that much worse than those Legends-were-never-technically-canon novels would have it.

As a result Obi-Wan and a very young Jango Fett end up on the run from a terrifying darksider, whilst Jaster Mereel and Feemor despearately try to catch up with the pair.

Little Lights Stories - ms_nawilla (WIP, 628,000 words)

Qui-Gon neglected too much of Obi-Wan's training, so Obi-Wan isn't immediately knighted post-Naboo despite saving Qui-Gon's life and defeating the Sith.

Anakin goes to the creche, Qui-Gon's in utter denial, and Obi-Wan begins the rocky process of finding his own feet post-Naboo, getting through the thorny process of working out who you are as your own person after living under someone else's oppressive shadow for far too long.

Super detailed epic detailing all sorts of wonderful possible jedi-culture headcanons, illuminated manuscripts! beer! force-manipulation games! communal caring! crystallography! sex ed! old-people's homes! the engineers! clerical branch! outreach via art! dance instruction! reincarnation! politics! spies! terrible james bond esque spy films to hide that the spies were really real! lightsaber classes! non-jedi temple residents! U and L leaning prejudice! Alderaan!

Just what would happen if Qui-Gon Jinn were exactly the sort of irresponsible unpleasant adult who should never ever be given a child a lot of fandom suspects he is. His implied treatment of Obi-Wan here can be fairly harrowing, for all that its emotional neglect rather than anything graphic.

The jedi are never depicted as anything less than trying their best, unfortunately no matter how thorough the system tries to be, sometimes people do just fall through the cracks. As was v.nearly the case for Obi-Wan in this verse.

Mostly character driven, though the hints of the greater plot bubbling away underneath all of this glorious worldbuilding and character growth are both ominous and intriguing. The pairing is a hell of a spoiler, but also one that could potentially be a bit of a squick, I don't want to spoil the slowburn of this thing but I do want to give fair warning. Does tumblr offer spoiler tags?

Preventing Order 66 fics:

When Duty is Done - thosenearandfarwars (WIP, 257,000 words)

Wonderful long-form piece - technically a WIP but all installments so far are complete - a what happens next post-Palp's getting his comeuppance, messily. Features Codywan, grief, internalised ableism, jedi order reforming in a very nuanced 'we were this close to the brink' and lost so many people to the war sense *not* the sneaky 'jedi-positive but actually bashing' sense.

Hell I wholeheartedly reccie just about everything this author's ever done tbh!

(This Too Was a Gift (Complete, 69,000 words) is also utterly wonderfully done, and a complete fic in a similar vein, albeit much more focused on the ramifications for individual characters than the ensemble cast of thousands that is Star Wars.)

I Got My Head Checked - frostbitebakery (Complete, 79,000 words)

Codywan Sith!Obi-Wan AU. Cody falls for the hot Sith in the next cell...

Light of the Mists- Snowy Egret Chimes of Kyber, Songs of Kyber, and Anthem of Kyber (Complete, 166,000 words)

This one technically also fits the Obi-Wan's apprenticeship category too. Bit of an epic of, what would happen if Obi-Wan never made it to Bandomeer, and instead trained under a force sect with rather different ideas about how things worked than the modern jedi order?

Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi - stonefreeak (WIP, 113,000 words)

Wonderful crackfic premise done mostly seriously. (WIP)

By an extremely obscure bit of Senate Legalise, Obi-Wan finds himself thrust into the role of Supreme Chancellor. Palpatine is furious.

How A Romance Novel Saved The Galaxy - Ariana Deralte (WIP, 184,000 words)

The galaxy takes a left turn when a popular novel takes the world by storm, and the Jedi and Mandalorians mutually discover their two cultures aren't so different after all...

sanguine - glimmerglanger (complete, 158,000 words)

In which Obi-Wan being a vampire, with all the nasty prejudices that come with being a non-human in the GFFA, somehow saves the galaxy.

Just Go Kill Palpatine - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 6662 words though this is likely an underestimate due to formatting of a wonderful epistolary/OutsiderPOV social-media-centric chapter)

Just as the title says. Obi-Wan goes and attempts to do just that. Wonderful and hilarious.

The More I Live the More I See this Life is Not About Me - K_R_Closson

Another de-aged Obi-Wan fic. In which post-Melida-Daan suspicious of everyone and everything Kenobi somehow fixes things. Everyone around Obi-Wan is suitably horrified by the news of just what his apprenticeship under Qui-Gon entailed.

Not Quite Sure How to Catergorise these...

This category is the equivalent of the draw marked 'misc.' sorry! Mostly a mix of action/adventure stuff and fics I suspect will turn into, and they prevented order 66 fix-its, but maybe not, with some other truly misc. things thrown in.

backdrop - esama (Complete, 2300 words)

Short and sweet self-contained little tale. Very succinct, but what the author does with those words...

Gunslinger's Paean - Idiot's Array + Homeworld Elegy - Ashcroft_Writes (WIP, 299,000 words)

Epic, what if Obi-Wan post-Rako Hardeen paired up with Cad Bane action adventure tale. Mistrust. Violence. Gunslinging. Espionage. Murder attempts galore!

We Brothers, We Sisters, We Vod'e Few - infinitecompositions(WIP, 322,000 words)

Hell of a fic. WIP. What if canon were to take just a step to the left... Post-Naboo Obi-Wan finds himself recruited for the Shadows branch of the jedi order...

Another epic, cough, can you tell what style I like yet? Uh, starts off as a bit of a dark action adventure romp, rapidly morphs into a detailed dissection of spy-craft, espionage, and galactic politics - but becomes no less tense for it.

Kneading - Threebea O (WIP, 79,000 words)

Manages the miraculous trick of being canon, whilst seeming to be a fluffy bakery AU for a significant chunk of the first few chapters.

Jango/Obi - Jango falls for a local baker whilst hanging out in small town with Boba. Increasingly important to the fate of the galaxy shenanigans inevitably ensue when aforementioned baker turns out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi undercover.

Be Your Love - glimmerglanger (complete, explicit, 9000 words)

I tend not to go for 'real world' AUs but this author's work is so very excellent that I'm reccieing this one - hell I think most of their work is well worth a look through, and every fic-genre they've attempted has proven very fun indeed.

Heed the tags. Explicit Codywan BDSM stuff contained within.

Wizard of the Jundland Wastes - phoenixyfriend (complete, 3200 words)

Obi-Wan on Tatooine, outsiderPOV.

One of many wonderful Star Wars fics this author has written. If this one doesn't catch your fancy, one of their many delightful utterly bizarre premise taken to logical conclusion fics probably will.

Father of the Year (Not) - phoenixyfriend (complete, 2430 words)

Obi-Wan and Jango find out they're each other's soulmates. Mostly they're furious.

Wonderful very pointed skewering of all the usual soulmate and Jango is actually a decent dude tendencies in fic-writing.

Time Travel fics:

I thought I fought this war alone - stonefreeak (Complete, 3783 words)

Wonderful short and sweet Obi-Wan time travelling to his padawan days fix-it.

this is unexpected - MarbleGlove (Complete, 4461 words)

Very succinct and perfect with it time travel what if. Old Ben Kenobi goes back in time and immediately ruins Palpatine's day.

This author tends to be delightful no matter the fandom.

The Sun Swings East - kj_feybarn (Complete, 33,000 words)

Brilliantly done timeloop story of woe and hope. As much about recovery as the initial plot-driven despair. Mind the tags, Obi-Wan is understandably severely depressed throughout much of this fic.

The Making of Mavericks - AppoApples (complete, 146,000 words)

It was extremely difficult to choose just the one time travel fic from this author. Their output is wonderfully varied, don't like their particular take on the Jedi Order and/or the Mandalorians in this fic? Pick another, and odds are they'll have explored the concept from precisely the opposite angle.

This author has a wonderful exploratory sense of, okay okay, so how do we fix this thing/how do we make it worse?

In this case, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Cody, and Rex time travel to the past. This creates broad sweeping changes to the timeline, not always for the better.

The Desert Storm (complete, 1,144,599 words) & Rise and Fall series (WIP, 396,000 words) - Blue_Sunshine (WIP)

Wonderful epic-length time-travel fic. Highly recommended. Technically a WIP, but what there is already is well worth the time.

Ben Kenobi, now Nasaade, in utter furious despair finds himself back in time, pre, well, everything. He decides to take matters into his own hands and change things.

Gorgeous character-work, where by the end of the piece the characters are all in very different places than where they started out. And you utterly believe the growth (positive and negative) that got them there.

Draws from both legends and canon in a bit of a hodgepodge approach - despite drawing from a few of the more leaning towards the jedi were the bad guys sources in legends, impressively manages to tread a nuanced stance on, okay so what if the jedi and mandalorians did decide to start reforming in the face of this grave existential threat that's been brought to their attention?

Wonderful utterly enviable pacing - I know this one's extremely long. But at no point do you ever feel/notice the length when reading this thing.

It Was Another Time and I Another Man - Pell_Binterhol (WIP, 196,000 words)

Multiple Kenobis time travelling. Absolute chaos for absolutely everyone else; fellow time travellers, fellow Kenobis, and plotting Sith alike.

the massive machinery of hope - Killbothtwins (Complete, 150,000 words)

Obi-Wan travels back to his padawan days and annoys everyone else into helping him save the day. Wonderful sense of wry humour throughout this fic.

Living Memory - elsa3beth (WIP, 363,000 words)

Epic very detailed wonderful fic detailing just what General Kenobi would do if he had to fight the war again.

Deals with just what could happen if Anakin had ever had to face his fellow jedi with even a few of his flaws laid bare, and the fallout.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, just barely managing to hold himself together, fresh out of the middle of his exile to Tatooine, is desperately playing four-dimensional chess against Palpatine and trying to use the awful structure of the Republic's Army to save both the Jedi and the Clones.

The 212th Attack Battalion's Guide to Saving the Galaxy by Accident - antigrav_vector & quarra (WIP, 783,000 words)

Long, character driven fic that's an incredibly fun take on just what might happen if Obi-Wan and a bunch of Ghost Company stumbled into Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians and get themselves adopted. Heed the tags wrt pairings!

All the complications that come from being an adult stuck as an apparent child ensue. From being squicked out about being a kid again, to having other people being concerned that a kid is behaving like an adult, to just... time travel complications, kidnapping, force esoterica, and fighting a small war.

Plenty of Jedi thoughtfully staring at this strange miniature jedi master, lots of Mandalorians being both stunned and horrified by these tiny soldiers, and Dooku/Sifo-Dyas being a surprisingly lovely central pairing.

Not Qui-Gon friendly in the least, and in this verse you can't help but feel he very much deserves it.

Suicidal Misunderstandings - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 67,000 words)

Obi-Wan spends much of this fic convinced he's hallucinating and on a bad spice-trip. The trigger warning is very much in the name here.

That said, wonderful, often hilarious time travelling Obi-Wan fic, as the jedi desperately try to work out 1) what's wrong with Obi-Wan, and 2) how to stop Palpatine.

Re-Entry (Complete, 568,000 words) and Re-Entry Journey of the Whills (WIP, 889,000 words) - flamethrower

Fair warning, might turn into a deadlink fairly soon. The author's stuff is in the process of being transferred to another archive. Not a big deal (though fandom being a collective arse is, ffs), as with many older fics this one has moved home fairly often! (Squidgeworld.)

Wonderful absolute epic time travelling Obi-Wan Kenobi fic. Even if you're not a fan of the central Qui/Obi pairing it's written from a very believable perspective, of you can see precisely how these two adults got there, and an extremely enjoyable read with it.

Starts off as a fairly character-driven piece, as the plot slowly builds into something extremely ominous indeed, though once the plot momentum gets going ye gods it gets going.

Another case of technically a series that's a WIP, but every individual story that's up is complete and a satisfying individual whole.

Filled with all the things I love in a Star Wars fic, Obi-Wan getting to be awesome, force esoterica, Obi-Wan getting to be a little shit, plotty plot, the jedi getting to be nuanced and awesome, canon and fanon star wars lore all over the place, and plenty of action adventure and gorgeous character work.

I don't want to go into too much spoilery detail here, but suffice it to say this one is a classic in the fandom for a reason, and deservedly so.

Warning that the dark stuff in this fic can get dark, the level of whump Obi-Wan endures goes all the way up to extremely creepy Palpatine-torture on par with the Ventress/Sith-mask/Alpha-17 situation. It's never gratuitous with it, but in places this fic is explicit, at turns in both the fun porny way and the whump sense.

Star Wars crossovers and fusions:

Alas this section will be shorter than I'd like it to be - unlike a lot of other sci-fi fandoms Star Wars fandom seems to shy away from crossover fic by and large. There's both less of it, and what there is seems to get a hell of a lot less interaction than it would in a different fandom. Not guilt-tripping, again, I am very very guilty of failing to interact myself, just a weird, 'huh, where are all the crossovers?' thing I've noticed.

Rouge Handed - nevertheless_turtle (complete, 2190 words)

As the name hopefully implies this one's kinda sorta a Moulin Rouge crossover. Ish. In that it's firmly set wholly in the GFFA.

Delightful little crackfic.

The weeping stone - Gabriel4Sam (complete, 6965 words)

A wonderful crossover with The Mummy that somehow manages to thread the needle, hitting the humorous tone of those films perfectly whilst simultaneously making you feel very sad indeed for Obi-Wan.

A Star to Steer By - dogmatix, norcumi (first fic in the series is complete, second a WIP, 109,000 words)

Absolutely wonderful Stargate crossover/fusion - it somehow manages to be both a crossover and a fusion at once.

Largely told from Jack's POV, the Jedi are symbionts, with all the misunderstandings that would imply, given the SGC are much more used to dealing with malevolent parasitic Goa'uld than benevolent symbiosis.

Lost Jedi - Augusta Pembroke (complete)

A Velvet Goldmine crossover fic. Curt Wild meets Qui-Gon Jinn, and things get complicated. Qui/Curt with implied unfulfilled Qui/Obi feelings.

All the unhealthy messy relationship stuff the Velvet Goldmine tag and the age of the fic implies is probably present and correct here.

Qui-Gon ends trapped on the wrong side of the galaxy, he finds Curt who's force sensitive, and trains him to help him get back home to Obi-Wan... Things get messy.

Snow and Cinder - MrsHamill (explicit, complete, 16,000 words)

The pre-requisite wonderfully done Highlander/Methos crossover fic. Obi-Wan hangs out with the ROG for a while post-Naboo in a bid to get over a falling out with Qui-Gon Jinn and work through his own messy feelings on the matter. The main pairing is Qui/Obi as many older Master&Apprentice archive era fics are.

All you really need to know about Methos is he's very old, and very cynical. He's literally seen and done it all.

This one doesn't fall into the all too easy to fall into trap of having Methos, understandably an extremely old and cunning immortal being so much better at anything and everything than everyone else around him that it stops being fun and starts bashing the other-verse in the crossover, for which I'm extremely grateful. It's a difficult balance to tread and this author manages it wonderfully. (I say this from first-hand, I have tried and failed to airdrop this character into other sci-fi fandoms you'd think he'd work well in, fic-author perspective rather than as a crit of anyone else's work!)

Look at the publishing dates please.

A few of these fics pre-date Attack of the Clones. They were written in the 90s.

If I find out someone's been bashing an author for outdated terminology or characterisation or for not using the current 2022 language, or a character the fic pre-dates in a fic they've not looked at for over twenty years, or how they wrote the central pairing in the era when the punchline to every single joke in Hollywood was 'haha they're gay!' I... Well... I won't be writing another one of these rec lists. Which isn't much of a threat I realise, but please, be civil.

I could probably easily fill a couple more of these lists tbh, and get more specific with it genre-wise... But as a general, here's a few fics I remember fondly often. I can feel myself getting neurotically 'this has to be perfect' at this thing, so, this'll do for now.