Just a little creepy thing in the spirit of the season - a seventh sister character piece.
To most she was Inquisitor, to some she was Seventh Sister. To Ezra Bridger, she rather hoped she’d be
She knew, from the moment they were alone together, she had
to have him. She had to tame the spirit
he never stopped showing her, had to learn all the movements his pathetic
master had taught the boy. But most of
all, she had to know his mind intimately – had to truly experience the fascinating
shape and texture of his thoughts she’d glimpsed through his shields.
He couldn’t have made those shields for himself, she
knew. He was so open, so innocent. That
his master had wrapped Ezra’s charming little thoughts away from her was a
crime he had to pay for – no matter how pretty his face.
But the boy loved to connect, and so she connected with him.
He didn’t even realise, so engrossed in trying to protect
the secrets she already knew, but bond she did – worming a connection into his
mind, letting her find him whenever she could get close enough.
But it wasn’t enough.
The bond had grown through her gentle work whenever she was close enough
(usually while fighting him), yet it still refused to go deeper into his
mind. It still refused to let her taste
his strangely paranoid innocence, or his fierce loyalties.
But soon she’d have him.
Soon she’d own him. Soon she’d
tear away all his shields and barriers – and put his pretty little mind on full
“Who am I supposed to be now?” You whisper to the sky. He hears you and wants to make a sound so you know he’s there, but the angst in your voice gives him pause. So he holds his breath and hopes you don’t notice him. Damn. You are beautiful. That’s what he thinks. The nape of your neck with those wispy strands of hair escaping your bun begs to be kissed.
So, miracle of miracles, it looks like I’ll actually have something to post before N7 Day! I’ve had my head buried in the sand with these edits for a bit, but I think I’m actually making some good progress now (it’s three chapters that are really involved, so I’ve wanted to get them right in particular and that’s hard and scrolling my dash is a whole lot easier so I’ve been doing a lot more of that tbh). And I haven’t forgotten about the prompts y’all sent me! I’ve just been in kind of a horrible head space these last few weeks. But I’m making progress there, too, so expect a productive autumn from around here :D
Prompt: Hiiii I was wondering can I have a imagine about Spock and reader is feeling upset so Spock try to comfort her and cheer her up?
Word Count: 345 Warnings: Author’s Note: This is a short little drabble, but I kind of like it!
I was looking for another username to use and every interesting name is already taken by an ‘Untitled’ blog with the sentence ‘This Tumblr hasn’t posted anything.‘. This kind of little thing makes me so pissed you have no idea. I wonder if Tumblr removes profiles when they are not used after an specific amount of time?
So this is what I spent my time doing last night. Not very often I make this kind of thing. But the last drawing sort of sparked this idea that wouldn’t leave my head. So I drew it. >>; If it’s not your cup of tea, I understand. But when you gotta draw…ya gotta draw.
At this point I’m really hoping @therealjacksepticeye will see this because I am so proud of it. If anything, I hope the community enjoys it as much as I had fun making it. =)