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wip wednesday (nsfw)

“It's not fair she and her boyfriend get to have something like that. When we don’t.”

It’s half true, half feigned. Anakin in no way shape or form wants a child or cares for children beyond what he could use them for and he knows Obi-Wan is the same way. They have enough family in the form of their adopted siblings—Ahsoka for Anakin, Cody and Rex for Obi-Wan. Adding anything else to the picture would destabilize it. Would be unwanted, flat-out rejected. 

But it is unfair all the same because some other couple gets to have something Anakin cannot have with the love of his life. She gets to grow a baby inside of her, something that’s made from her lover and herself, and she gets to carry it around for ages before getting to gift it to her lover.

It helps that there’s a part of Anakin that finds the idea of being bred—of being taken and changed into another form because of Obi-Wan’s desires and decisions—insanely hot. He’s thought about it for the last two days, since he found out the reason Ada’s been missing class is because she dropped out to have her baby, and it’s still scorchingly hot.

Beneath his hands, Obi-Wan stills. When he pulls himself back enough that their eyes meet, Obi-Wan’s expression is considering. He looks at Anakin as if he’s trying to dissect him without actually cutting him open.

He would, of course, be welcome to that too.

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, voice sharp and condescending, the way he talks to the really fucking stupid low-rank men after they’ve bungled an easy operation. “We’ve been fucking without a condom for years, darling. It’s hardly my fault you haven’t gotten pregnant.” 

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two pretty best friends

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one direction burned me sooo bad ten years ago that now whenever I need to take a break from my blog I gotta announce it days in advance and then 😌 come back on schedule 😌

so anyway I’m gonna take a lil hiatus from July 1 - August 15 so I can focus less on yapping and more on writing (school stuff but also fun fic stuff!) cause if me doing that wip game a few days ago showed me anything it’s that I have way too many tabs open and I’m not happy with the progress I’ve made on any of them 😒

I have a list of fics/projects I’m gonna work on while I’m away from tumblr and when each one is done, I’m still gonna post it (either on tumblr or ao3 depending on how long it is!) so this is really just a ‘stop yapping and get cracking’ break where I’ll close my ask box and turn off notifications 💙

here’s the list of projects currently:

pbatmb kinky one shot

Vowbreaker chapter 6

Councilor erect (body politic sequel)

Truth serum fic (anakin gets dosed)

Fool’s gold (Stacy’s mom au au)

Jealousy ficlet

Couples counseling au chapter

Rebellion quartermaster anakin fic

Reverse big bang fic

dissertation for MSc in xxxx

if there’s anything you think I should add to the list lemme know 👀 I’ll pin this post to the top of my blog end of June 🫶

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unanticipated downside of having talked about pretty bird and the mob boss series so much on here without actually writing anything for it in ages: I keep wanting to write “mobi-wan” instead of “obi-wan”

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when you can't edit what isn't there so you have to write the bad words so you can edit them into good words later hypothetically

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they dont tell you this but like half of adulthood is just washing the same FUCKING pan

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For the guessing game: "Green". 💚

[send me a word and if it's in one of my wips, i'll reply with the snippet!]

unfortunately green is not in any of my wips </3

(it would be if their eyes or lightsabers were green lmao)

the word green is in my dissertation wip tho 🤣 may i interest you into a three-line sentence regarding green card holders?? it's even cited!

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Sketches of a wing AU uwu

Gift for @fanfictasia as part of the Vaderkin Creative Exchange, organised by @vaderkin-is-a-lightning-rod!

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making a collection

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when the ao3 author is funny in the chapter notes and i get lowkey parasocial

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me admiring a beautiful man: wow he sure does have a vulnerable looking throat, huh?

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penis for the wip game

[send me a word and if it's one of my wips, i'll reply with the snippet!]

unfortunately my smut writing skills is in no way good enough to use penis in a fic and have it flow well still </3 this is not in any of them lol

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'hand' for the wip game!

[send in a word and if it's in my wip i'll send the snippet it's in!]

oh girl i use hand literally all the time. im always fucking talking about where their hands are lmaooo this is from a wip of mine where anakin is the quartermaster for the rebellion and he's sent to retrieve obi-wan kenobi from his tatooine exile without knowing that obi-wan is the jedi who freed him before he sees him again!

Apparently, it’s not only Padmé Amidala who’s flown to the Rebel base at Neahlan just for this. When Anakin walks into the make-shift command room and sees Bail Organa at the window overlooking the rebels’ revelry in the mess, his wariness jumps from those constant low levels to something that makes his shoulders tense and the Force around him undulate.  So this is not just any mission for the Rebellion. He supposes he’d known that, when Padmé had refused to say anything more about it out in the open. Or maybe he’d known that since she’d brought it up to him. Anakin Skywalker, rebel pilot, has not been tapped to lead a mission in years. He is not mission suitable, though the generals have better names for it. Have, in fact, invented a new name for it so that they don’t have to deal with him. Quartermaster. “Ah, Quartermaster,” Senator Organa greets with a polite bow of his head as they step into the room.  “Senator,” Anakin replies. It’s a small room, the command center. The rebels have set up in an old durasteel processing factory, abandoned after the end of the war. The area the generals have claimed for themselves must have once been a foreman’s lounge—it looks over the wide hall that the rebels have repurposed as a mess and storage area.  It’s a small room; Anakin ignores the table in its middle, ignores the chair pulled out for him, and stands with his back against the nearest wall, hands shoved into the pockets of his half-zipped flight suit.

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rereading vowbreaker and thinking back to obi-wan saying he's made about a 50 page marriage contract in the wedding planner and how there's probably something there that says if he ever died anakin could never marry or even hold romantic interest for another person because death will not part them and anakin will always be his husband. so in his fake death he at least knows anakin can't do anything as a comforting thought meanwhile his husband is falling deeper into insanity.

mobi-wan, probably: now cody your first priority while im away is to —

cody: look after the general day to day functions of running the crime syndicate while investigating who may be behind the threats to Skywalker

mobi-wan: what? no. make sure anakin doesn’t so much as LOOK at anyone else.

cody, holding anakin back so he can’t gouge out his own eyes to stop seeing obi-wans ghost everywhere: I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem boss

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omg just thinking about the concept art where obikin r fighting back to back on mustafar….. imagine obiwan’s headspace where he lowkey forgets why they’re there in the first place, lost in the push and pull of their usual rhythm, of course nothing has gone wrong it was just a misunderstanding, they’re still so in sync and anakin feels the same as he always did so there’s no way he could have Fallen…. then he catches anakin’s eye and it’s still hateful gold. omg might write this myself lol

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oooo i love that!! you should write that 100% !! there's so much going on that obi-wan forgets for a time the truth of their situations. and it's easy to forget!! it's a truth his brain hasn't been able to wholly accept yet

but looking specifically at the concept art picture i think there's room for analysis of how, while fighting back to back, they're also fighting separate dangers - obi-wan's facing the head of the monster and anakin's facing the tail and they've ended up back to back and i think that's sad too

like the change from 'i have your back you can trust me' to 'we're facing a common enemy right now and i'm fighting it because i want to live and i don't care if you do or not'......gut-wrenching!

also just obikin pushed together by forces outside of their control....made to fight dangers together...at first not because of any special bond but just because there's no one else there....so many thoughts

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for the wip ask meme: breath

[send me a word and if it's one of my wips, i'll post the snippet!]

thank you for sending this <3 this is from a still unpublished pretty bird ficlet. i just thought they deserve to have sex in the elevator<3

“Yes, sweetheart,” Obi-Wan agrees obligingly, putting Anakin up against the mirrored wall of the elevator and pushing him to rest half his weight on the gleaming metal holding bar running along the width of it. Anakin’s quick and easy—always so easy, always so ready to give in—and he wraps his legs around Obi-Wan’s waist. The other man rewards him by running his nose along the base of Anakin’s throat and keeping him still for a moment, a handful of heartbeats, a couple of breaths. Then he leans up and captures Anakin in a hard kiss, biting at his lip even as Anakin opens his mouth to allow him in. It’s a punishment and a kiss, all in one, and Anakin clutches at Obi-Wan’s suit with one hand and threads his fingers through the ends of his hair with the other one. Pulling him closer, closer. The elevator is on the small side, meant for people and not cargo loading and unloading, but the sound of their mouths moving and their desperate breaths for air echoes in the otherwise empty space. Made louder, perhaps, because of Obi-Wan’s disdain for elevator music and his refusal to install it. Anakin’s so caught up in kissing him and being kissed by him that he doesn’t even notice Obi-Wan’s hand leaving its home on his hip. Not until the elevator jars to a stop unnaturally. “The Elevator Stop button has been pressed,” a cool, automated voice intones from around them. “Please contact the authorities if help is needed. Otherwise, please restart the elevator at your convenience.”

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