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“Hang a For Sale sign

on my brain because I don’t

want it; it cannot house

me anymore than cotton

protects flesh from rain.

Post an Out of Order sign

on my brain because I can’t

function anymore; it does

not glimmer like the

strand of Christmas lights

with the one broken bulb.

Nail a Beware sign

on my brain because it

destroys; it’s the hurricane

tsunami headed straight

toward the glass city.”

   -EL

“I could play sad symphonies

on your collarbones

as we lie in bed,

surrounded by waves

of cotton, sea foam

dripping from our mouths,

chins, and fingers,

electric currents sweeping us away

to the pillow beaches.

Morning sun rays

tan our skin as we lie,

in bed,

and whisper ‘I love you.’”

      -EL

In S1 E6 of Star Wars: The Bad Batch, they had that whole back and forth over the tactical droid head... am I the only one that thought of that tactical droid head that led the Ghost Crew to Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe from Star Wars: Rebels? I don't know if it's related, but I thought it was interesting... pity the head got destroyed, but the data's still intact...🤔

can you share your favorite line of dialogue out of context? :)

Is it ok if I share my favorite lines of dialogue from something I’ve written? Cause I really like these dialogues;

John rubbed his chin, acting deep in thought, humming. “Well, I’m no good at this sort of stuff, really… What about fifty coppers?” The woman laughed so hard she almost choked on her own spit, head thrown back sharply.

“Fifty?! It’s nice, but not that nice! Tell you what; I’ll give you ten and we’ll call it fair.”

“Psh, only ten? I’ll admit fifty might’a been a bit high, but I’m sure you can go higher than that.”

The merchant huffed. “Fine, fifteen.”

“Thirty.” John replied. Behind him Blake rolled his eyes.

“Twenty!”

“Twenty-five. C’mon, meet in the middle; That’s fair!”

With a nasty scowl the merchant hung her head, defeated.

“Fine, we have a deal at twenty-five– If you throw in the horse.” She added with a cross of her arms, probably feeling smug. That actually worked out perfect for him and Blake, but he couldn’t act too excited, so he pretended to think about it. Blake glared at him, glancing between the horse and the woman rapidly.

“Ehhh… Alright fine, I guess you can take the horse, too.” He said, sighing.

“Perfect! I’ll count out the money.”

————

“And then?” John brushed his hands together to get rid of the dirt.

“Then we grab Robert and get outta dodge, is what I’m thinking. Of course we could always stay for tea, maybe some finger sandwiches–“

“I mean that this is your plan? This isn’t anything! It’s half-baked!” Adler yelled.

“Less than half-baked.” Blake chimed in. John rolled his eyes.

“Well then go ahead, make a better one. I for one haven’t had the privilege of being inside the castle but since you obviously know it so well–“

“None of us know what it’s like inside, that’s why we need Ekward’s help!” John stood up in a huff, glaring and flexing his fingers around the strap of his bag slung across his chest.

“Why don’t you go and chit chat with the bird’s then? I’m sure one of them will have Ekward’s contact information.” He said sarcastically.

————

(Does inner dialogue count?)

He hummed, re-reading it once or twice before setting it down and pouring another glass. He lived in New Jersey, a quiet suburban neighborhood, and he was supposed to go to Oregon because a paper told him to? It was ridiculous, laughable even! He drained the glass and poured one more, drinking it just as fast. He'd better get packed.

You can't imagine how random my thoughts are. I just had an idea. Don't know how good it is. But like. Here.

•JSchlatt had enough of just staying in his "hell-prison", also known as his own gym. He usually didn't care about others opinion about him but the multiple betrayal by those he trusted and in a sick way loved, in combination with alcohol and paranoia took the best of him.

•They wanted a villain. Someone, who they could blame for everything. Well. He could give them that. He isn't the only one, who was betrayed and left behind.

•He visited a place, that looked abandoned for a long time...this train station. The same he would visit, when this son of a raven, Wilbur...was still here. Now he isnt.

•But someone else is. A figure, looking totally faded, sitting at the wall...there were a lot of lines....blue lines...seems like this person, who looked like...like who? He definitely seemed familiar and those lines were definitely his way of counting the days. Well...years...

•The ghost in a faded sweater, that used to be yellow, sobbed without an end to it. Around him were a lot of dark blue puddles. You couldn't see your reflection in it and it seemed more like endless voids of sorrow.

•The ram-hybrid smirked a little, this surely is material with which he could work. He got slowly closer, the other Ghost didn't even noticed, probably used to have nobody around....or his sobbing was just too loud.

•Schlatt kneeled in front of him, with a fake-gentle smile on his lips as he said "They did you dirty, didn't they?", it was said with such passion and care. He didn't forget how to act.

•At that point Ghost....bur...yes, this was the name. Ghostbur finally looked at him, shocked, shivering...neverending, deep blue tears escaping his dead eyes. This voice....he knew this voice...he only needs to remember. His hair was a mess. Only thing that isn't faded are this neverending tears and the deep wound on his chest.

•The older ghost feeled the urge to cry too...not because of pity, sympathy or act...he didn't know why...is this some kind of effect from the bland copy of his former rival?...

• "What they did...it was definitely unfair, kid...don't you want to go back? I know how we can...and I know, who we can take with us...they will regret their betrayal" The ghost of a former tyrant said and was pleased, when his opponent answered with a smile, with tears that will never stop again. "That seems...intriguing...Glatt."

in a land far, far away

a warm summer day and some reading help you tell eddie you want to be more than friends | 1.5k, friends to lovers, fluff and a little flirty, fem!reader, feat. lord of the rings

The summer sun shines through the trees onto your face and you tip it back, closing your eyes for just a second, setting your sandwich down on the picnic table. It's probably a little too hot to be sitting in the woods eating lunch, but Eddie asked you to hang out with him, and of course you said yes. You'd spent almost every day this month together, whether it's watching him practice with the band or planning the fall campaign or hanging out with his new gaggle of friends. But today he wanted to spend time with just you, which made your stomach flutter so hard you thought you'd float away.

"At last all such things must end," Eddie says, his voice taking on a noble quality for the character he's reading. You can feel him shift from where he's sitting on top of the table. "But I would have you wait a little while longer..."

One of the things you love doing with your best friend is reading together. You're on the last Lord of the Rings book -- Eddie's pick -- and he's insisted on reading it out loud to you for the full effect. But lately, you've found it hard to listen to the plot and find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him.

The thing is, you have a huge crush on Eddie. You love knowing him and learning things about him and spending time with him. He's kind and funny and strange and wonderful to you. Sometimes you think his flirting is something more, but most days you tell yourself you're alright being his friend. There's no way he'd be into you the same way you're into him. So what if you've slept in his bed, worn his clothes, patched up his wounds. So what if you know him better than you know anyone else. So what if you dream about him, think about him first thing in the morning, look for him first in every room you enter. So what if you think you might be in love with him.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Eddie's hand is soft on your shoulder and your eyes fly open, a guilty expression on your face. "I know you weren't listening." He smirks, dog-earring the page of the book and putting it down on the picnic table, leaning forward to focus on you. Eddie has a way of making you feel listened to whenever you're talking to him. You scramble for something to say that isn't a lie but isn't the truth.

"Love," you say. His eyebrows fly up his forehead. "In the book." He sweeps his hand out, encouraging you to say more.

"Well," you swallow, eyes darting to the trees around you. You can practically taste your own confession on your tongue, but swallow it for now. "Aragorn loves the fellowship, even though he was reluctant about it at first. And he loves all of them, and they love him. And he loves his people, and Arwen. It's just a lot for one person to feel."

"I agree," Eddie says, still watching you, puzzling over why you've chosen this topic. "Lots of the themes are about love over evil, that kind of stuff. But there's complicated love, too. With Eowen, or Elrond, or even Middle-earth itself. It's powerful but it's not always easy." He falls silent and you look at him again. Eddie tries his hardest to maintain an image with most people, but you've always been able to read him. You can see the confusion on his face at your words, but there's the undeniable fondness that you see whenever he looks at you. Always present.

"Do you think they'll make a movie of the whole series someday?" you blurt out. Eddie breathes in sharply, pulling away from you.

"Oh, babe," he whispers. You shiver. "That would be...so sick!" He stands on the table like he used to do in school and paces a little, excited. "All of the battles and the languages and the politics and the drama!" You laugh at his eagerness, sure he's putting at least at bit of it on for you. "The makeup would have to be so good for all of the orcs and goblins and elves and stuff. And the swords! It would have to be more than one movie,"

"They'd have to cast someone amazing for Aragorn," you say. "He's so lovely and heroic." Eddie stops his pacing and hops off the table to sit next to you on the bench, straddling it so he can face you. "I think he's my favorite character," you continue, hoping you aren't flushing at his sudden closeness.

"Oh yeah?" he asks softly. "What do you like about him?" Before you even open your mouth you know that you're just going to be describing the beautiful boy in front of you.

"Well," you start, "he's brave, he cares a lot, and he's willing to fight for the people he loves." You reach up to pick some tree fluff from Eddie's hair and his eyes track the movement. "And he's handsome, of course. At least I imagine him to be."

"I agree with all of that, obviously," he replies. "Aragorn is like, the definition of metal. And a total babe." You laugh, leaning into his space to do so. Eddie always knows how to make you laugh, always tries to get a giggle out of you and looks proud of himself when he succeeds. You cling to that thought and plow on.

"Would you see the movies with me? If they came out?" you ask, wondering if he'll understand what you're really saying. He looks a little taken aback for a second, before putting on the doe-eyed look that you dream about.

"You'd want to go? I know these books were all my picks, and you've been real nice about it." He sounds shy in a way even you rarely get to see.

"Yeah." He looks so pretty. And you feel brave. "Maybe as a date?" you ask, your voice turning up at the end the only sign that you're nervous beyond belief. Maybe he'll say no, maybe he'll say yes. Either way, you know for certain you're safe with Eddie.

"Oh?" You're surprised him, the color rising in his cheeks as he looks at you intently. He reaches out a hand and taps one thigh, signaling he wants you closer. You swing your leg over the bench to mirror his straddling pose. You move to cross your arms but he snatches your hands out of the air and brings them between you. "You want to go on a date with me, sweet thing?" He's a little breathless, something like awe on his features.

"Yes, Eddie," you say firmly, grinning at what you've done to him. "I'd like to go on a date with you." His thumbs run over the backs of your hands, his rings a cool kiss to your flushed skin. You're not nervous anymore.

"Do we have to wait for these movies to come out?" He scoots a little closer, his knees running into yours. "Could be years."

"No," you answer. It's like the world has disappeared around you as you hitch your knees over his, a move that makes Eddie's pupils widen and your own breath hitch. "We don't have to wait."

"You free tonight?" he breathes out, releasing your hands to bring one to your thigh and the other to your jaw, his wide palm curling around the side of your neck. "I'll pick you up. You'll be looking real nice. We can go anywhere you want, baby." You can feel his breath on your face, he's so close.

"Actually," you say, leaning into his palm, "I'm free right now." His pupils are totally blown now and you lick your lips, his eyes following the movement.

"Fuck." He sounds pained. "Can I kiss you?" You nod and he surges forward, clinking your teeth a little. You laugh against his mouth and adjust, drinking him in, your best friend. He kisses you deeply, slowly, settling into a rhythm as he squeezes your thigh. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging a little. He pulls back with a gasp and all you can think about is how pretty he is and how this is better than you imagined.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Eddie says, breathing a little uneven. "You imagined this?"

"Did I say that out loud?" you murmur. He just grins at you, and you plunk your head down on his shoulder, burying your face in the fabric.

"I imagined this, too," he says into your hair. "Since forever. Since I first saw you. Didn't know it was possible." You sit up to face him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

"Dream about you all the time, Eddie." His pupils are still huge, his hair a mess from your hands, lips a little swollen. "I've wanted you for a long time." The sweetness of the moment threatens to overwhelm you, so you pivot, a sly grin spreading across your face. "More than I want Lord of the Rings movies."

"Well, shit," Eddie laughs, planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. "Best thing I've ever heard."

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I expressed my dislike for the gameplay and monitsatizon of cookie run in a previous post but i like the charathers of cookie run and i have no clue what the lore is but i made a oc based on danish butter cookies and the tin they come in (i have some rn and they taste pretty good)

their name is crispy cookie and hes lives in a secluded town thats mostly cut off from everything else and he has his buddy, satly-sweet hedgehog.

The skills are loosely based on ovenbreak mechanics

I used a charather creator first but i didnt like how it looked so i drew it myself trying to copy the style

Some things i changed were the hair, shoes and hair accessory along with adding a bandanna

Hi angels 👋🏼 here’s a little question for you:

Art

@jrwi-art-exchange piece for @bizlybebo!!!!!!! I befell the a03 author curse like twice during this so I really hope it was worth it lol. Also, I didn't post it on a03 because it kept crashing on my laptop and I'm currently dying and didn't wanna deal with that. Anyway, here it is!!!

Quotev

Nighttime

If you see any mistakes no you don't, don't ask me when this takes place i do not know, can be read as romantic or platonic, enjoy!!

:]

Ok, so, I was watching an reaction video to mds ep 6. And I don't know if anyone else has noticed it or not(or maybe I'm just blind or didn't acknowledge it)but I just noticed this card id and I think it's Alice's ID or SA card just like Nori's(Uzi's mother) and Yeva's(dolls mom).

I would explain why she new Uzi's mom(which is obvious) On Alice's card you can kinda see the numbers; I keep seeing different numbers but, I think it says 099 or something like that. Like I said you can't really see it anyway as much as I like to theorize more, I can't really think of anything right now and I also don't really know how to put them into words. Maybe later on I'll edit/change this when I know how to or if I come up with anymore ideas or even find anything else that is interesting. Let me know what you guys think! I'm interested in what other people think or say or what their theorizs are. Anyway I hope you guys have a great day, night or afternoon!

Would anyone mind if I reblogged old stuff from here? I have a few character intros and stories from before I found writblr mutuals so....

"Look, Pim, I know our job to help these guys and everything, but I think they are a lost cause. They obviously made up their minds, why don't we cut our losses and get out of here."

“You don’t want to fuck?” She sounded offended.

“No,” He blurted out without thinking, “I mean yes, but–”

Logan kissed him, grabbed his face between her hands and sucked the second half of Wade’s sentence down her throat. No, this wasn’t right, he was supposed to play the long game – passive aggressive comments about how she’d left him without even saying goodbye after their one-night stand, followed by her finally cracking under the guilt of abandoning her one true love, and then they’d finally smash to the background noise of Victor’s jealous howls after which he’d propose and–

Logan grabbed his wrists and stuck Wade’s hands under her shirt, right over those massive tatas, and his head went blank.

He came to, probably a few minutes later, Wade couldn’t really tell, to Logan’s soft wet gasps in his ear, her breath warm and damp against the side of his face. It was so fucking humid in the cramped tent, their sweaty limbs slipping and sliding as he pushed his hips repeatedly into the v of her spread thighs. Wade tugged at one of Logan’s nipples with his teeth and felt her cunt squeeze around his dick. She dragged him up by the hair and they exchanged another sloppy kiss with too much spit.

“G-Gonna come,” Logan stuttered, legs coiling tighter around Wade’s hips, “fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

He reached down and after a few fumbling tries, managed to find her clit in the slippery mess of slick and sweat soaking the absolute beast of a bush down under. Wade dug the pad of his thumb in and rubbed hard. It was mean and petty and probably hurt like a son of bitch, but her shocked cry was accompanied by a torrential gush of warm wetness between them. Logan’s pussy spasmed uncontrollably over his cock as she climaxed. Those weird-ass bone claws shot out of her knuckles a little too close to Wade’s unprotected jugular for his comfort, but he kept up the heavy thrusts, panting into Logan’s chest as he chased his own pleasure.

Somewhere in the back of Wade’s head, a little voice reminded him that other people were sleeping within hearing distance. He was surprised no one had woken up from the ruckus and come out to investigate why their only female team member was yowling like a cat in heat and flooding their campground with her squirt.

“Shit, pull out,” Logan smacked him on his shoulder, “don’t come inside me.”

“What? Oh.”

He didn’t quite make it in time. Logan cursed under her breath and lifted up onto her forearms to peer at the thick glob of semen leaking out of her hole.

“Now Victor’s gonna smell you in me tomorrow, you stupid fuck,” She complained, aiming a half-hearted kick at his softening dick.

“And he’s not going to if I came on you instead?” Wade rolled his eyes, catching Logan’s foot before she could cause real damage to his little buddy. “What are you, Mormon now?” He squeezed her ankle and frowned, “and I thought you of all people would hate being treated like property. It’s not the 1800s.”

“He’s just being overly protective. We’re all we've got.”

“It’s weird, unless you’re from Alabama, which I guess makes more sense.”

“I’m Canadian.”

“Just like me,” Wade said, brushing a little kiss against the inside of her leg, “told you we’re soulmates.”

Logan pushed herself upright and leaned into Wade’s space. In the darkness, she scanned his face with her eyes. “What you said earlier, did you mean it?”

“I love you,” He said simply, peering back.

That got an explosive laugh out of Logan. “You love me. After one night?”

“Two now,” He gestured between them.

She patted his cheek, “cute.”

“I’m serious.”

“Sure,” Logan said, condescending, and kissed his mouth one more time before rising to her feet, still mostly nude, and shook herself off like a dog.

She did that sometimes. It was a little less wild, rabid wolfman than Victor’s running on all fours gimmick, but not by much. And Logan was certainly not delicate or ladylike by a long shot. She was roughly his height and probably the same weight if not heavier. Wade wondered why he was so into her. Probably some unexplored childhood trauma crosswiring his brain. Maybe his undiagnosed mommy issues. Or the uncles. Oh, perhaps he’d watched too much tentacle hentai and clown porn as a teenager.

“You’re just gonna walk out like that and flash everyone your vagina?” He asked Logan when she lifted his tent flap.

“No one’s awake, dumbass,” She rolled her eyes, “I can hear heartbeats.”

“At least– Logan, where are you even going?”

“There’s a river half a mile south of here. Gotta wash your ball juice out before the rest of the team wakes up. Wanna come with?”

“Jesus, woman, put some pants on first!”

She didn’t listen, and they ended up fucking in the ice-cold river until the sun came up, and to add insult to injury, Logan stole Wade’s pants, which he’d had the wise and responsible foresight to wear, and ran off before he could grab her.

“Yeah, laugh it up,” He muttered when he finally stumbled back to base naked from the waist down, one hand cupped over his junk and the other shielding his ass, and walked into the entire team, all dressed and ready to depart.

“What the hell happened to you?” Stryker shouted when he saw what they were staring at.

“Would you believe me if I said a bear stole my pants while I was sleepwalking?”

“This is Africa, there are no bears,” Zero said. Victor narrowed his eyes and turned to frown suspiciously at his sister.

“Wow, what a nerd. Way to play into the Asian stereotype, J-Hope,” Wade scoffed, “Someone give me a pair of pants unless your eyes want to get real intimate with my dick and balls. My nose is starting to itch.”

As Wade had expected, he came down with a vicious cold the very next day. His bitch had the audacity to laugh in his face before offering him a tissue.

genderswap AU (always a woman!Logan x Wolverine Origins!Wade)

A related thought I had a few days ago.

Warnings for the below - mentions of past child SA from Wade's uncle.

"Icebreaker question, when did everyone lose their v-cards?" Wade asked as annoyed groans broke out all around the campfire. Their new CO stood and walked off into the pitch black night without so much as a wave for good night.

Rude.

"Alright, now that the 80-year-old virgin has left the chat, how about the rest of you handsome devils, hmm?" He grinned at the sullen faces reflected in the fire's glow, shiny with sweat and gun oil and probably dried blood. "Oh, come on. I'm just trying to get to know my new teammates better. We just annihilated a whole ass village together, time to whip out some mimosas, gossip about our sordid pasts and braid Victor's chest hair."

Victor's jaw twitched as he zipped his vest up over that impressive plumage. The woman sitting next to him, the only woman in their little ragtag team of homicidal freaks mind you, snorted and lifted the lukewarm beer she'd been nursing for the past fifteen minutes up to her face. He watched her take a long swallow, some of the foamy white liquid sloshing over the corners of her mouth and meandering lazily down the olive skin of her exposed neck.

Fred cleared his throat, "sixteen. She was my high school sweetheart."

"Sickening," Wade commented after a pause, ripping his gaze off of Logan and picking up his own forgotten beer, "I'd like to say twenty," a few disbelieving laughs echoed through the men, "but officially, twelve and a half, to a weird uncle on my dad's side at a Christmas party."

Zero made a face.

"Why twenty?" John asked from beside him.

"Oh just because of how earth-shatteringly good it was," He kicked his legs out and rolled his shoulders back, acutely aware of Logan's eyes on him across the flickering fire, "you see, I was but a simple innocent Canadian boy before I met her. After, I emerged a man."

"You are so fucking weird," said Zero.

"Hush, Jimin, I'm telling the story here."

"Jesus."

"My car, well, it technically wasn't my car. I stole it off of a drug dealer south of the border, but I digress. Anyway, it had broken down on the side of the road in Albuquerque, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and I was seriously contemplating trading my tight ass or hot mouth for a ride to the nearest town when my goddess, my princess in shining uh- plaid shirt and jeans, came barreling down the dirt path in this rusty pile of scrap metal-"

"Your princess sounds like a dude," Fred interrupted. "It was a man, wasn't it? I can already see the punchline coming from a mile away."

"Are you gay?" Zero asked, "you seem pretty gay."

Chris, who had been listening quietly next to Logan this whole time, finally choked on his drink and dissolved into a coughing fit. She reached over and thumped him a few times on the back, her gaze never leaving Wade's face. He stared back.

"Sorry to disappoint, Suga sweetie, but I'm strictly into pussy due to the creepy uncles."

Zero's nose scrunched. "Ugh."

"Anywho, out hopped this beast of a woman," Wade went on, “she was fucking gorgeous, legs for days and tits the size of my head-"

"Singular or combined?"

Wade gawked at him. "Fred, what the fuck?"

"What?" He shrugged, "your head's not that big, Wade."

"This is a shitty story," Zero complained, folding his arms over his chest.

"As big as Logan's melons, ok? Stop interrupting me."

Everyone turned to stare at Logan, whose breasts strained against the sweat-stained wifebeater she was wearing, one black bra strap peeking out from over her left shoulder. She lifted an eyebrow at them and took another sip of beer. Beside Logan, Victor growled, sounding like a backed up motorcycle.

"That's pretty big," Fred finally nodded, "go on."

(Taking a short break from work to relax my brain and free write a bit. Yes, the mystery woman from Wade's story is Logan. They hooked up before they ran into each other again with Team X.)

And here is the last of the Sunset Series! Number 5!

I had fun doing these and while this one might not really look like a sunset, I figured it’s be a nice transition before I start on the Nightlights set.

Let me know what you think and if you wish to see the full image, without the watermark and maybe download it? Consider heading to my Patreon!

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