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could you give us some Angel Dust texts as a little treat? pretty please :) this is one of my favorite blogs lol. would specifically be curious to see drunk vox texting angel but like, do anything for ever and ever
bunch of stuff queued up just 4 u anon 🩵 had soo much fun messing w the css for angel's palette/setup
bro crashed tf out over this for sure btw
If requests are open and you’re cool with it, could I maybe request a doodle of Anakin kneeling (interpret that however you like 👀)—with Obi-Wan in the frame, looking... entirely unimpressed or smug?
(Obi-Wan is not there but his big fat presence is. Enjoy anon!)
The hallway echoed with sharp footsteps and silence between them—an execution march.
Obi-Wan’s grip clamped tight around Anakin’s arm, dragging him like a disobedient cadet down the temple corridor.
“Obi-Wan—”
“Not a word.”
The chamber door slid open.
Empty. Cold. Secluded.
He shoved Anakin inside. Hard.
Anakin stumbled—then Obi-Wan’s hand snapped forward, yanked him by the front of his tunic, and threw him to the ground.
“On your knees. Now.”
Anakin froze.
“I said now.”
He dropped—hard, gasping as his knees slammed the floor.
Then—fingers in his hair. A fist in his curls. Holding.
“You want to scream at the Council like a brat ?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low, lethal. “Then you’ll kneel like one.”
Anakin said nothing. Couldn’t. The room itself was pressing down on him.
“You disrespected Master Windu. You shouted over Master Yoda. You dismissed Master Kolar like he was a senator’s errand boy.”
Obi-Wan circled him.
“And then you looked at me. Like I’d fix it. Like I’d clean up your mess.”
He stopped in front of him.
“Look up.”
Anakin didn’t move.
Obi-Wan yanked his hair—just enough to make him obey.
“I said look up.”
Anakin lifted his eyes, trembling, wide.
“You will keep them there,” Obi-Wan commanded. “You will not look away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Obi-Wan crouched down. Calm. Measured. Scathing.
“You haven’t earned a voice. You haven’t earned command. You’ve earned this.”
He gestured at the floor beneath Anakin’s knees.
“Say it. Say you don’t know your place.”
“I…” Anakin’s voice shook. “I don’t know my place.”
“Louder.”
“I don’t know my place!”
Obi-Wan stared at him for a long, silent moment. Then stood.
“Oh, but I do.”
He turned away, just slightly—just enough for the words to hit harder.
“And this…?”
A pause. Cold.
“This is where you belong.”
His voice turned razor-sharp.
“Crawling. Kneeling. Against my boots.”
Then—finally—he released his grip.
Anakin whimpered. Quiet. Raw. But he didn’t break eye contact. Couldn’t.
“You wanted consequences? This is your consequence.”
Obi-Wan’s tone turned lethal.
“You will kneel here. Until I return. No matter how long that is. You will not speak. You will not move. You will not so much as blink unless I permit it.”
Obi-Wan walked to the door, slow and final.
“If you're still here when I return,” he said without turning, “we begin again. If you aren't…”
He let the silence finish the sentence.
The door closed.
And Anakin remained exactly where he was.
Kneeling.
Trembling.
Eyes fixed forward.
Chest rising and falling like something was still burning inside him.
He should have felt shame. Humiliation. Regret.
Instead—he was shaking.
With something hot.
Dark.
Addictive.
Something that curled in his gut and whispered that he wanted this.
Wanted more.
Wanted to misbehave again.
Just to be dragged back.
Thrown down.
And reminded of exactly where he belonged.
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Those tags! And they are all accurate for the fandom! But it's so unhinged when you read them out of context.
lol “canon-typical” tags in different fandoms always get me. It’s like going to a new country and them saying “yeah there’s robbery here every day but it’s normal” “yeah people die here but don’t worry we’ve seen it before” “you might see some people being tortured on the street. Dont be alarmed, that’s just Jeff, he does it every Wednesday.”
I need someone* to go galaxy brain on the fact that This
And That
are what passes for the Divine in Simon's universe and that this girl🎀⬇️ is the main Devotee to That⬆️
and that this "Angel" is the guide
to what passes as God's realm in this universe.⬇️
And, you know... what does that all do to someone's psyche? Specifically someone who has experienced all the consequences of the devotion given to This and That...
I think that would fuck up a guy.
I think that would make a guy see religion and the divine as torment, not comfort.
*Someone who is better versed in psychology than I am
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Doodle by yours truly. Introspective fluff of my babies Keighley and Gale. Designated Mom and Dad friends/leaders of their party. Can be read as a standalone.
Is there a collection of Ao3 tags that specifically follow the format 'canon typical _'? I think it would be amusing to see the different canon typicalities.
Canon-typical Dinosaurs
Joel was bored. Just bored. His feuds had grown boring, and he could hardly remember what they started over anyways. Probably nothing important.
Scheming, he started a list. A prank? No, humans don't like those very much. A toy? No, this one would hate that. A build? Maybe, but he'd probably have to do some type of interior for it. An apology?, he thought, begrudgingly. Yes, humans love those.
Joel had never quite figured those out but he may as well try. He was better at giving nonverbal gifts than speaking.
So he set to work, brought his filled shulkers to spawn. Ten small terracotta platforms, close together to avoid falling, leading up to a slightly larger one should be enough. Not wanting to waste any quartz, he used terracotta and concrete(though might have also used this as a further extension of his peace offering).
The worst part was coming up with what to call the damned thing. The Lore-Law Building? That might make him look selfish, like he was putting himself above the law(though he was quite literally usually 9 feet above the law). The Law-Lore Building could work, but it might make him seem desperate. He settled on the latter, but saying it quickly in a hope nobody would notice.
