So, this took me way longer than I thought. Oops. This is a prompt fic for @stephaniebithell
I hope you like it. I’ve never actually written Voltron before. Or any kind of battle. So, go easy on me.
“WATCH OUT!” Keith’s voice cried out through the Blue Lion’s
speakers. Checking his screens, Lance had to pull hard to the left, just barely
missing the laser coming at him. The laser would have smashed into the cockpit
if he hadn’t moved, and Lance let out a small huff of breath, relieved.
“That was a close call, Lance.” Shiro berated gently, “You
need to be more careful, alright?”
Lance nodded before cracking a smile. “Come on, Shiro! Careful
is my middle name!”
Hunk cut in, confusion evident in his voice, “I thought your
middle name was Alejandro?”
Laughter echoed over the coms, and Lance pouted, whining, “Hunk,
buddy! Who’s side are you on, man?”
Dodging another laser, Hunk replied, “The one where all of
us get out of this alive? Does that count?” He dodged a few more lasers, firing
a few shots of his own, panting slightly.
“Hunk’s got a point, guys,” Shiro reminded them. “Can the
chatter, those lasers are still coming.” There was acknowledgement from all the
other paladins, and Shiro sighed in relief. “Alright, here’s the plan. Lance,
Hunk, you guys hang further back, try to pick them off from a distance. Stop
anything that gets past us. Keith, Pidge, your lions are faster and smaller, I
need you covering me. Take out the little guys. Black and I will target those
turrets. Understood?” Confirmation came from the others, and everyone moved
Everything went well for several minutes. Shiro had knocked
out all but two of the turrets, and Lance and Hunk’s teamwork had destroyed at
least a dozen big cruisers and battleships. Some of the larger ships had
started to retreat, and Lance and Hunk targeted those as well. As one was
coming up on Lance’s left, he saw Green, down and to his far right, with a
small ion cannon pointed right at its flank. Making a split-second decision,
Lance turned his lion and fired, taking out the ion cannon and saving Pidge. He
started to turn back to his original position, but he was too late. Before he
could react, a laser cut straight through his hull, sending poor Blue tumbling.
Lance was strapped in, so he stayed in place, but as the others’ yells came
over the com, a piece of debris slammed into the back of his head, and
everything went black.
When Lance came to, the battle was over. Black was towing
Blue down to the planet’s surface, where the castle and the planet’s
inhabitants were waiting. As he came back to his senses, Lance began to hear
“Lance! Kiddo, can you hear me?”
“Lance, buddy! Come on, tuagane,
wake up, man!”
“Lance, you big doofus! Wake up!” (“Pidge!” “Sorry.”)
“LANCE! Lance, please! Dammit, Lance! Wake up! Talk to me!”
Lance could move a little. “Ugh…. Keith?”
To Lance’s aching head, it was as though a full orchestra
had exploded onto the coms.
“Alright, Lance! You’re okay!”
“You asshole! Don’t do that to me ever again, you hear me?!”
Hunk was now blubbering incoherently, Pidge was raging, and
Keith was strangely silent. Just as the noise was getting to be too much, Shiro’s
voice cut through the mayhem, muffling everything else like a blanket, “Lance.
Are you okay? Can you answer me? You were out for a while, buddy. I need to
know if you’re okay.”
Lance took several deep breaths, settling the nausea his
headache was causing, before answering softly, “I-. I think I’m okay, guys. I
have a killer headache, and I’m a little nauseous and light-headed, but I’m
okay. Might have a concussion, though.” With that, most of his energy spent, he
slumped back into his seat.
“Okay, Lance,” Shiro breathed. “Do you think you can stay
awake for me for a few minutes? We’re almost back to the castle. I’m sure you’re
really tired, but if you can put off sleeping for just a couple of minutes, I
want Coran to check you over in person. They’ve already got a pod waiting and
everything. Can you do that, kiddo?” Lance murmured an assent, and Shiro let
out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Alright, buddy. Thank
Shiro looked at his monitors. The landing was coming up. “Alright,
buddy, we’re right there. I’m going to put you down now, in 3 – 2 – 1.” With
that, the blue lion was placed very gently on the ground next to the other
three lions, which had already landed. Once Blue’s jaw opened, Hunk and Coran
rushed inside, while Shiro landed Black. By the time Shiro had left the
cockpit, Lance was out of his lion, and Allura was talking to the natives,
Keith beside her.
Shiro went to Lance first. Looking Lance over, he glanced to
Coran. “Coran, how is he? He was out for at least fifteen minutes.”
Coran smiled gently. “He’ll be just fine, number one. A few
vargas in a pod and he’ll be good as new.”
“Thank you, Coran. Hunk, will you help him?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” With a small smile, Hunk
pulled one of Lance’s arms over his shoulder and started moving towards the
castle. Coran followed.
Now that he knew Lance was safe, Shiro could deal with the
natives. Or, more accurately, deal with Keith, who looked to be one wrong word
away from pulling out his bayard. As Shiro came closer to the group, he started
to hear some of the conversation.
“-yes, you’ve said that the boy’s role is to be the blue
paladin, but what else does he even do? What does he contribute? From what I
saw, all he did was hang back for most of the fight, and make jokes for the
rest of it!” Ah. Now he was starting to understand Keith’s murderous
expression. Not to mention the low, continuous growl coming from Blue.
Allura cut him off. “It is not your place to question not
just my choice of paladins, but the choices of the lions themselves. The blue
lion chose Lance, and as such-“
“Princess Allura, I meant no disrespect, to you or the
lions. I was simply concerned. Voltron is the universe’s only real hope of
stopping the Galran Empire, and if its members are not efficient, perhaps-“
Shiro cut in, mouth a hard line, shoulders tense, as he
stopped Keith from doing anything rash. “If you know about the joking, then you
were listening to the coms. If you were paying attention, you would have
noticed that I gave the order for the blue and yellow lions to hang back. Those
two lions are larger, and therefore slower, but their weapons are strong. In
this situation, they were much better suited for stopping the larger ships, and
picking off stragglers. Lance especially works best at a distance. He’s the
best shooter we have. Long-distance is his forte. Those assignments were the
most efficient use of our resources.” The native was about to interrupt again,
and Shiro bit out “On top of all of that, Lance was injured defending your
planet. You would do well to remember that, and to show him the respect he
When he was done, Shiro turned to Keith. Keith was still
seething. “Shiro, did you hear what he was saying about Lance?”
“I heard him, Keith.”
“Lance could have died,
Shiro! And that guy was treating him like a waste of space. Space garbage!”
“I know that, Keith.” Shiro’s voice was strained. He was
angry, too, but there was nothing they could do.
“I’m gonna go back over there and teach that guy a lesson-“
Keith started to turn back around, bayard in hand, but was spun around by Shiro’s
hand on his shoulder.
“You can’t attack the guy, Keith. He’s a diplomat. Let
Allura handle it.”
“Can’t I just punch him in the face?” Keith pleaded.
“What if I just break his nose a little?”
“I said, NO, Keith.” Shiro spun to face him. “We can’t do
anything. Allura can handle it. Now let’s go back to the castle. Lance will be
healed in a few hours. I saw how anxious you were. I know you want to see him.
And when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll want to see you, too.” With that, Keith
relaxed, sighing in defeat, and went on to the castle.
Shiro stood there for a moment, composing himself, before
moving in the same direction. Before he got there, he heard one last parting
shot. “You know,” the native drawled, excessively loud, “if the so-called blue
paladin were a better pilot, he wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place-“
CRUNCH. Before anyone could move, Shiro snapped. He had
rushed back, pulled back a fist, and slammed it straight into the obnoxious
native’s nose. Without a word, Shiro wiped the blood off his hand onto the man’s
shirt, and walked straight back into the castle. The look on that jerk’s face
was definitely worth the difficulty Allura had negotiating an alliance several
days later, and when Lance woke up, his laughter over the story gave Keith the
brightest smile Shiro had seen on his face in years.
If you guys want me to write what happened in between when Lance was unconscious, let me know.
Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much
Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.
A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)
- M xo
(Gif not mine, credit to owner)
Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer.
Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?
You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.
You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.
Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out. I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.
Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader
Warnings : Oral sex
Words count : 1,428
A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!
I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.
Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.
I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.
Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.
“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.
“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.
“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”
Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”
I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.
His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.
“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.
“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.
He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.
“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.
“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.
Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.
My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.
“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.
My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.
“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.
He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.
“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.
“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.
-Zelda is going through the functions on the Sheikah Slate, trying to figure out what they do. -He turns his back for two seconds to check their surroundings for threats, and he hears her ask, “Oh, what does this do?” and turns around to look and finds her teleporting away in a shower of blue.
-HE THROWS A FIT
-He obviously looks for her before he loses his cool but frankly he doesnt trust that sorcery thing and he is fully under the impression that she deleted herself from existence
-He goes to one of the labs and is like !!!!!!!! Bring her back!!!!!!!
-But ofc Purah has no clue what to do -his princess is dead. GONE. He’s gonna get so fucking fired
-or killed. That too. His dad is gonna be so pissed
-Link goes back into the castle trying to figure out how to tell the king his daughter deleted herself
-He goes to her study to idk pay his respects and there she is . Feverishly writing in her notebook
-“Oh, glad you caught up. I just made the most magnificent discovery!”
-he just collapses. DONE. -she turns when she hears the thud and is like ??? Are you quite all right???
-And he’s like “I’m quite fine, thank you your grace” from the ground
-“I’d like to retire, at your leave?”
-And she’s not even paying attention anymore she’s back to writing and kinda waves her hand at him
-so he just goes back to his bed and SCREAMS
**Feel free to use, just don’t forget to let me know and please credit (link back to the post)
“I payed the price for the wrongs I’ve done. It’s all you can do when you love someone. My body hurts with every heart beat… I know I can’t make you let go and I don’t blame you cause I hurt you before. But C'mon, tell me that you’ve still got the flame for me. Tell me that you still want to stay, don’t leave. Even though I’ve never given up my heart ..even though a part, a part of me don’t work … just tell me that you’ve still got the flame for me. We can let it burn.”
IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.
Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.
It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.
Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.
“Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”
“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.
“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”
Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—
This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”
“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”
The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”
“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.
But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”
“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”
She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out.
“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”
“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.
“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.
“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”
The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”
“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.
“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)
It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.
Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?
“What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.
“I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”
They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—
Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.
(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”
“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”
“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)
By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.
Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”
Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.
“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”
“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”
This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.
There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.
“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.
“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”
Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”
Luke shut off the speeder.
(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)
I literally JUST had this happen to me like two days ago. The reposter outright refused to give me credit even after the moderator of the group asked them to, which was really confusing to me. (The mod got in touch with me to ask me what my repost policies were; I told them I allow reposts with proper credit). The comic ended up getting removed from the group, but the reposter still didn’t understand WHY I wanted credit.
For the most part, whenever I encounter my art without credit and I contact the reposter, I receive polite replies and apologies, followed by them crediting/tagging me. But once in a while, there’s the odd person that JUST. DOESN’T. GET IT.
You can read the signature, so credit is not necessary.
They weren’t claiming that they drew it themselves so they’re doing nothing wrong.
What’s the big deal? Fanart gets shared without credit all the time.
Artists who want credit are being stuck up and egotistical. <–(Yes, this is something that was actually said)
It’s “just” a drawing, who cares? If THEY were the artist, they wouldn’t care or make a “big fuss” about it. (HA. Somehow I doubt that)
What I would like reposters to know:
Just because you can read the signature doesn’t mean the viewer knows where to go visit the artist. Freelance artists who make money from commissions need the extra bump in popularity so more people will want to hire them. No visitors = no commissions = hungry artist.
That’s right; the art does NOT belong to you. That’s all the more reason to be respectful to the artist. So you should be a decent and polite person, and show appreciation the artist, who does fan art FOR FREE, IN THEIR SPARE TIME.
Just because other people do it doesn’t mean you should too. Some people don’t want their art outside of their websites because you never know how it’s going to be used, exploited, or monetized.
You know how in art galleries or museums you see the artist’s name on a label/plaque next to the painting, even though you can see the signature? Giving proper credit is the same. Was Monet a stuck up egoist for signing his paintings and wanting to let others know he was the artist? What’s wrong with letting people know we’re the owner? It’s just a tiny thing I’m asking. It’s important to ME. That should be reason enough.
It’s “just” a drawing to you, but to us artists, it’s more than that. It’s a product of our hard work, the skills we have taken the time to practice and learn, and the passion we possess for something.