A Timelapse Of An Average Day In The TBB House.

A timelapse of an average day in the TBB house.

Ive decided the family has finally moved into a bigger house and now everyone gets their own room. Gonky is still doing well.

Wrecker and Hunter quit their construction jobs, Wrecker decided he was gonna apply to the local fire department. He got hired and is now in their fire academy. Hunter is still looking for work, but is taking the time to spend more time with Omega. (If anyone has any suggestions of what he would be good at let me know).

the second i saw the temple mural in rebels i knew i had to do this

[Image ID: A mural-style drawing of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka styled after the mural of the Mortis gods seen in Rebels. Ahsoka is on the right in her white robe and carrying her scepter, a morai perched on her shoulder. Obi wan is in the middle in his Jedi robes, one hand raised. The Jedi Order symbol is behind his head. Anakin stands on the right, with one half of his face obscured by his Darth Vader mask. His hand is clenched into a fist.]

Version without noise (along with me ranting about couple details I'm way too proud of) under the cut:

The beams of light are emanating from the Jedi Order symbol for Obi-Wan, but for Anakin and Ahsoka they are centred on Obi-Wan's heart

The beams emanating from Obi-Wan all reach the edge of the canvas, but for Anakin and Ahsoka some are incomplete

The colours circling their hands are indicative of their lightsaber colours

The light circling Anakin's hand is tinged blue in Obi-Wan's direction

The light circling Ahsoka's hand is primarily white, but tinged in green, and tinged blue in Anakin's direction

i hope i haven’t already reblogged this bc i’m doing it again 🤭

THIS GETS ME EVERYTIME 👏

amazing work ily

𝕜𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 ⋆*･ﾟ

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɴɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ (ɴᴏ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ, ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴᴋ

⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ʙᴀʙᴇꜱ.

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

If Hunter had known you’d react like this, he would have brought it up long ago.

He tells you about the certain fantasy taking up too many of his thoughts on a peaceful night in your apartment. You’re straddling his lap, hands resting on his chest after he pushes you off of his lips to look you in the eye dead-on and talk about something rather serious, in his words.

It doesn't take someone with heightened senses to notice how his finger twitches against your arm and his eyes keep drifting away, breath picking up with each passing second. He’s nervous. You can’t understand why.

“I want to try something new. In the bedroom, I mean,” He says finally, eyes drifting back to you; he's almost surprised at how perplexed you seem. Your eyebrows knit together and two fingers pinch the fabric of his shirt, absentmindedly yet so deliberate.

You nod for him to explain. Hunter clicks his tongue.

“I’m not sure how you’ll like it.”

You tilt your head. 

“What do you mean?” You say.

He shrugs dismissively. His hand, once resting on your hip, pulls away and rubs the back of his neck tensely.

“It’s not very…” He begins. “Conventional. You could say.”

You can feel how he tenses; falls further into his mind the longer you stay silent. So quickly you guide his head back to look at you, flashing him a kind smile. 

“Hey,” You say softly; your eyes lock to each other. They stay glued, even under the pressure, the anxiety he carries in his chest. “It’s okay, baby. You can tell me.”

The tension weakens but doesn’t completely dissolve.

“`Just don’t want you to freak out, or think I’m weird…”

You shake your head and lean in further, pressing his entire warm body to yours. A delightful hum simmers in his throat and you grin in satisfaction.

“I would never think that. Even if I’m not up for it, or it doesn’t end up working out.”

A calming breeze flows through the little space that separates the two of you.

“You… you mean it, mesh’la?”

You huff. 

“Of course,” You respond.

With that, he eases completely, his strayed hand returning to your hips and squeezing it assuredly.

Your response to his actual suggestion he doesn’t expect either.

Not that he's complaining at all. A part of him didn't even imagine he'd make it this far. So he has to draw a few lines.

You set up a few ground rules before the two of you even consider finally bringing them into the bed. Firstly, he doesn’t want to hurt you; though you said drawing a little blood wouldn’t be too big of a deal, he insists that if he accidentally trails deep enough to cut everything has to stop immediately.

He can’t imagine, can’t live with himself if he were to actually, genuinely hurt you; physically or mentally. It’s an absolute no. He encourages you greatly to use your color system and the safeword at any point as well; even if he isn’t to cut you, there’s absolutely no way he’d allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asks one last time while hovering above you, one hand interlocked with yours besides your head and the other slowly moving up and down your stomach, rubbing the soft skin not covered by the simple lingerie you decided to wear. It was an older set that you did like, but you wouldn't mind being destroyed, especially at the hands of Hunter.

You nod eagerly, almost desperate.

"At this point, you're just teasing me," You sigh. Hunter laughs, but it dies in his throat when you push your hips up to grind against his crotch. You can both feel his cock throb in his boxers and he groans in delight.

"Just get on with it," You complain.

Hunter smiles at your desperation and leans in for a kiss, eyes remaining half-lidded when he pulls away half an inch.

"Your wish is my command," He purrs into your mouth.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the hand once trailing patterns over her stomach spins a vibroblade between thick, dexterous fingers. Your eyes widen, but not in shock; you bite your lip to contain the excitement over your face.

Slowly, gingerly but with steady hands, he places it next to your face, the spot under your jaw, and holds it there for a long pause. Not once do your eyes trail and look down to where he places the knife; they keep intense eye contact with his.

Only then, staring down at you with so much utter control, does something click in his brain for him. You look so much like a bounty, someone he must capture and take to a commanding officer. For a moment, he doesn't see you, the beautiful woman he loves; he sees a shaky, disobedient captive who needs to be put in her place. He's hunted down and caught you in a web of lust, under the watchful stare of a knife and his scary glow.

Fuck, that's hot. His cock grows at the mere thought.

Hunter trails the vibroblade lower, softly spinning it to press the blunt end into the skin of your neck. You gasp and look away for a split second, trying to stop yourself from moving too much. He squeezes the hand interlocked with yours a little tighter in response.

"Don't squirm too much," He says, less of a command and more of a precaution. "Can't risk any slip-ups."

You look at him with your mouth forming a tight 'o' shape, nodding. 

"Right. Sorry."

He smiles warmly. 

"No need to apologize."

As he speaks, he twirls the vibroblade in his hand, swiftly moving it between his fingers in front of you. You hold your breath as if you worried he would mess up and drop it, but the both of you know better than to think such lowly things of him. He takes it again between his thumb and index finger and pulls it against the strap of your bra, slowly trailing up and down with so much precision, teasing and slow but doesn't cut through it. 

"Kriff, you're gorgeous," He praises. You bite your lip to contain your smile and gaze up. He doesn't budge and cups your other breast, softly kneading it as he stares at you with a suffocating gaze of worship. "Like a little gift I get to open up."

You squeak and squeeze his hand, encouraging him to keep going. He's taking way too fucking long, and seeing him taunt and tease you with the vibroblade made you absolutely soak through your panties. 

"Then unwrap me for goodness sake!" You whisper yell at him. He chuckles against the swell of your breast and leaves a sweet kiss over the swell of it as he finally cuts through the strap of your bra.

The next one he cuts through quickly afterward and he slowly pushes the fabric down and frees your chest. He fondly holds them, adoration in his eyes as he dips down to give another soft kiss. Hunter has seen you bare many times before, but he still looks at you and worships you like it is the first every time. Your hand squeezes his again and you can feel the soft graze of the vibroblade dropping beside your arm.

"Just look at you," He says in awe. Your face heats up.

His thumbs run over your nipples simultaneously and you sigh, slowly leaning up and keening to his touch. "Such a pretty thing."

You smile, entirely uncontained as his eyes are trained on your breasts and sigh a soft 'thank you,' reveling in his touch.

Unexpectedly he flips you over and you yelp, your feet rising up and almost hitting him right in the face; but he takes the back of your calves and pins them down before anything can happen.

"Be still, baby," He tells you, and you feel the vibroblade trail down your body again. He starts at the top of your back, and you try to relax as best as you can, body still tingling with anticipation and uncertainty the entire time. You feel claustrophobic just knowing he is staring you down with intense, dilated brown eyes you'll never get sick of.

He's everywhere; he's everything.

Eventually, he reaches the swell of your ass, and his large warm hand comes to one cheek, softly gripping and moving it to his liking. You're unsure of what he's doing; probably admiring the view, yes, but there's something different to how he holds you. But that's when you feel the vibroblade slip through the hem of your panties.

You take in a large, high-pitched breath; The knife was less than an inch away from your cunt, dampening with each passing second in anticipation of what was to come next, what he might do. 

You don't have to wait long. With a quick swipe, he cuts through the panties and tears them away, almost whiplashing against your skin with how quick it is. All of a sudden, you're bare to him, and there is a light thump on the mattress, and the hand once holding the knife holds your other asscheeks.

He spreads you and without any notice nudges his nose against your entrance. You yelp and kick your feet. He pushes you further down.

"You gotta stop squirming, baby."

You whimper and lean your head on the pillow, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible. His hand trails up your body again, and the familiar feeling of the vibroblade against your skin rushes through you again and you shiver. Hunter isn't fazed.

"I'm gonna eat you out and keep the vibroblade against your neck."

When you yelp in surprise at his words, he squeezes your thigh as a warning.

"Every noise or movement you make, I'll press it against you harder. So be a good girl for me and let me enjoy my meal."

tag: @rebel-without-a-zeppelin

Leaked scenes from the upcoming SWR series

HELLOOOOO! If it tickles your fancy, I’d love to see where you take this concept… please and thank you… and much love as always!

Actually… I’m gonna include a few, and you can take your pick! 🙈🤓

Crosshair about to confess his love to someone for the first time

Gregor as a beach babe with board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt hanging open 🤣

Howzer… I mean… anywhere really… but maybe embracing his beloved when they’re reunited after he was rescued from the prison transport? That’s where we’re at in the fic I’ve been posting.

But literally anything cute/fun/flirty/sexy with Howwwwwzer 🩵

xoxo

hi lovey!!! i’m so sorry it took me so long to finish these i’ve had a lot going on

if i had more time i would’ve perfected these a little more but i’m happy with them for the amount of time i had to work on them :))

hope these are what you were envisioning! i took a detour on the crosshair one (i was picturing the moment his lover reciprocates their love and pulls him in for a cute forehead touch and he realizes he is safe 🥲)

i also hope your OC is okay!! i didn’t pay a lot of attention to her because i was focused on howzer but still 🫶

and i just KNOW gregor would wear those tourist/dad beach shirts i can feel it in my bones

much love to you!!! enjoy!! <333

i need a jesse cuddle right 👏 now👏

Hey lovey! I know I said about ten minutes. But those were ADHD minutes, so I apologize if the wait was longer. Not so much if shorter 🤣

Anyhow, here is the quote!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

I am eager to see which clone boy you feel vibes with this! 🩵

This is screaming Jesse Jesse Jesse! I’m only a little biased towards him 😅💙💙

Jesse’s a wild thing at heart. Disciplined because it’s required of him, and he’s nothing if not a good soldier.

But his true nature is the sort of kind chaos that lets him stay up all night to dance with you, or to hold you while you cry.

Jesse will love you, care for you, and keep you safe. You are his and he is yours. It’s certain, and comforting and familiar.

But the chaos is still present, humming under his skin, dancing in his eyes, curling his lips into that mischievous smirk. It’s the chaos in him that brings you out of your shell, pushes you to try harder, to want more, to be more.

You are always safe and sound, but when you want to explore that facet of yourself that scares you a little because you were told it wasn’t polite or not a part of you that should be nurtured, he’ll be there encouraging you, eager to enjoy who you are in every form you take.