You guys remember the time I said that I will post a drawing of Yumeno. I said that on fourth of January, which meant that I would post the drawing on the fifth. Yeah, the drawing took a lot more time than expected so, I am finally posting the drawing on the sixth. Yeah... I have commitment issues.
Also handwriting and finger print reveal I guess. Also I hate the background but hey can't undo in traditional art.
The one with grey hair is Yumeno from Bungo To Alchemist. And the one with black and white hair is Yumeno from Bungou Stray Dogs. And no, BTA and BSD are not the same nor is BTA the rip-off of BSD. They are completely different stories just having the same authors sometimes.
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To me, that @staff member's post about the whole partyjockers debacle is actually quite condescending and flippant. This one.
Very few (if any) users said "staff is full of TERFs" and in any case, most of us don't believe that. Literally all you had to do was say you were committed to dealing with the transphobia problem on this website and put in the effort you've been claiming to put in anyway. I've reported full-on hate speech from TERF+s that never got taken down. even just the post, let alone the user's blog.
Yet within hours of a 10+-year user posting you delete their blog for what was--at worst--a dumb callout post about one staff member? Get a grip.
There's a lot to be said about hypocrisy and entitlement, here, but others--including ex-staff members who are supportive of you--have already said it all for me, tbh.
So what I want to address is the fact that your heavily LGBTQ+ userbase is upset and frustrated by your refusal to deal with the transphobia problem on this site while claiming you do. I get that you're swamped. I get that this is a complex issue. But when this many people are saying the same thing I am, that you're not taking down reported TERFs or their transphobic posts and that you have been failing to do so for a long time? You're exhibiting a pattern of complacency in regards to transphobia and yeah, we're all wondering why that is.
You need to acknowledge the fact that this problem is very serious, especially in light of some of the changes you're making such as the "recommended posts" feature. Crack down on TERF+s or Tumblr is going to become another great ecosystem for self-fueling hatefires, and transphobia will likely just be the start.
Kinktober - 8th Post - Obi Wan Kenobi - Force!Kink
Summary: Reader meets Obi Wan Kenobi in exile.
Warning: Force!Kink, Age gap, Squint there is overstimulation.
Notes: Obi uses for some naughty things! Primula is a flower associated with the Star Wars world. Also, after reading the novelization of Revenge of the Sith you find out how much of an amazing duo Obi Wan Kenobi & Anakin were. People spoke of them, kids looked up to them. So I figured, she had probably had been a “fangirl” over them. There is angst!
At the moment, things were quiet in the galaxy. They had been quiet for awhile. Well to be honest, it never was. It was simply a time when finally your Obi Wan had stopped being needed. But he never dropped his guard. He kept up with his training and meditations, while quietly reading any stories that managed to make it to his corner of the galaxy.
Reluctantly, he had finally decided pursue his feelings that had blossomed after meeting you. Had been incredibly reluctant since he did not want to add you to the list of others who had gone.
A little over a year ago, storm troopers had come in and believing members of the rebel alliance used your place to hide or even possibly send messages had come in and destroyed your store.
Thankfully, you had been out. It was just you that ran the little cafe on the edge of the galaxy. You solely had baked all sorts of treats, brewed the coffees and teas.
Coming back and seeing, Rebel Scum scrawled in red across one wall, there was no mistaking who had ruined your dream.
You don’t know why you sat on a bench outside and weeped over it but you had. In reality they could have come back at any moment and end you as well.
But as you sat there crying a warm, hand came to rest on your shoulder. You had jumped in fright but once you looked up. It had been right into the always troubled eyes of your regular customers, Obi Wan. He had tried to cloak who he was but you knew who he was right away.
A young age, you had read many articles of the adventures of him and his Padawan saving the universe.
That was the day, you had fond out Obi had come to care for you. That he had looked forward to the days he would brave the small city with his hood down low as he’d come to buy whatever he happened to need and then come around to your place after discovering it and treating himself.
You were certain, he could have used the force to cloak his appearance so he’d never be recognized but he figured it would best not to. There was always a chance someone would be force sensitive and he was worried his exile here on Tatooine would be exposed.
You never mentioned the past when he’d come in. You’d get him whatever sweet treat he wanted on a given day, and a mug of the fresh hot coffee. Sometimes it was a brew from Coruscant, Naboo, or Alderaan. His favorite had been from Coruscant. You were certain it reminded him of the glory days of the Jedi.
*****
Today you had woken up early and snuck over to his small little home in the mountains. The Tusken Raiders, had not made their way into this corner of the desert. So you were safe as you went from your home that was tucked away.
The two suns, were just on the crest of the horizon, yet to rise. The sky was still a deep blue and purple. When you got there, you found him outside, clad in beige pants sans shirt, as he was practicing his old moves. The mere sight of him set the butterflies of Naboo fluttering in your stomach. Sometimes, seeing him like this reminded you of the crush you had when you had collected the hilo stories of his adventures.
His saber hummed as it sliced through air. The blue light lit up his chiseled war worn face. Sweat prickled his hair line. He still looked as strong as agile as ever, at least you thought so.
He must have been awake for awhile. You hoped but were certain it was the nightmares that woke him. That was another thing, the two of you rarely discussed. If you had begun to share his bed, you were certain he would have never told you he was plagued by them. They were something he could not push away.
You poured some coffee for the two of you, wrapped the muffins you had made and came out to see him.
He slipped through the air and landed with his back, the lines of his muscles were strong and tight.
He glanced at you over his shoulder as he gathered his breath. “Good morning, my sweet Primula.” With a hiss, he turned of and fastened his saber to his side.
“Hello, Obi.”
He turned sharply, you were happy to see a smile across his face. “Did you make us the star fruit muffins?”
“I did.”
Closing the distance, you began walking over to him. Suddenly, your belt loosened flew off, you gasped and looked up.
“Obi, what are you doing?” Before you could try and hold it, your cloak fluttered away following and then landing where the belt had landed.
He chuckled. “I want to see your lovely frame.”
You felt the heat raise in your cheeks as you flushed. “I…I can do it.”
He chuckled, “This is so much more fun.” He crossed his arms in front of himself.
You then felt a tugging and pulling on your soft cotton pants. You stopped flighting, giggling finally yourself you stepped soon out of them as the crumbled at your ankles and they flew away. All that remained was a vest that managed to cover only bits of you.
He came over to you then. Reaching his hands out, his rough hands slid over your hips. “I’m so glad that you are here.”
“Me too.” You smiled up at him.
He drew you into a kiss, you melted into it as he held you close. A moan was soon came from you as his ghostlike touch glided over you. It was as gentle as his own hands.
When he had first used the force on you it had been startling but now, it was just as intoxicating as him.
As you kissed, your fingers disappeared into the strands of his auburn hair. The ghostlike touch, glided over your breasts. It wasn’t long before your little buds that were your nipples were erect and eager begging for his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, his eyes like flames moved over you as he allowed you to shrug free of your vest. Though it wasn’t easy as now, his special touch caressed you between your legs. You moved with it, growing more and more aroused.
Coming back over to him, he easily lifted you up. “Wrap those wonderful legs around me, my sweet Primula.”
Knowing you could move without the worry of him dropping you, you wrapped your legs around him. You held onto his tighter as you felt him gliding with you to his bed in the cool recesses on his home. He parted from you momentarily, as he stepped from his pants, and laid them along with his saber on a chair nearby.
He may have parted but his ghost touch continued to make you writhe and moan. Gasping, licking your lips you looked over at him. “Obi.” You moaned softly. “I need you.”
“I am coming back, love.” He eased onto the bed between your legs.
Bracing himself beside you, he kissed you. His wiry chest hair was like an illicit touch that only continued make you arch against him. All of was almost too much, the ache was too much.
You gasped, moans pouring from your lips as you felt him finally enter you. You wrapped your arms around him. Your body slid against his, which was still slick with his sweat from practicing. There was a musky, earthy scent to him which you loved and made you inhale deeply.
Together, you moved towards your pleasure. His sounds were deep and rich, that only made your heart beat harder.
“Oh Obi Wan!” You finally called out.
He held you closer as you came hard under him. “My little Primula.” He whispered meeting your eyes, before you watched as his own pleasure was over him. A moan came from deep within him.
Sitting up, he sat with his back against the wall and pulled you close. With a smile still on his lips, this time his ghost touch brought over the cups of coffee and the muffins you made.
“I didn’t want to wait any longer for your treats.” He smiled.
“Me either.” You agreed.
He must have just rose and began to practice. Which meant no nightmares. Today, it would be a good day for Obi. Just like he had his ghost touch, the ghosts of the past were never far. And you hated the shadows they cast in his blue eyes.
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Man if y'all want a wild ride watch the old Teen Wolf movie. Michael J Fox turns into a werewolf in the middle of a basketball game and everyone--all the players, everyone in the stands, and him--goes dead still and silent for like a minute and then he just...slowly grabs the ball and makes a layup. Then like all the other players slowly start moving and playing again and then they finish the game like nothing happened.
I was on a Zoom call with my mom’s side of my extended family and my little cousin put on a pair of cat ear headphones (like one of those headbands with cat ears on them, except headphones), so then I went and got my cat ear headband and cat collar that I’ve used a couple times on Halloween, and then one of my aunts put on a cat ear headband too, and nothing else really happened but I just wanted to say that.
