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anonymous asked:

Oh please! Werewolf Anakin and Vampire Obi with the bellyrubs? Perhaps related to the werewolf/vampire image you reblogged?

Sighing a bit, Obi-Wan leveled Mace a look. “I told you all.” He said before focusing back on Anakin, chuckling faintly as he continued rubbing his slightly claw like nails through the fur of the tender belly. “But aren’t you just the softest Anakin, what a good boy you are.” He cooed, fangs on display as he continued rubbing.

Beneath the praise and belly rub, Anakin’s huge lupine hind leg kicked in pleasure, his utter delight filling the Force brightly.

Ever since they had visited Litna III and breathed in the mutagenic spores Obi-Wan had been showing obvious signs of change, his ears sharpening into points, his skin growing a porcelain shade of white dotted with freckles, his canines growing into fangs similar to togruta’s and his nails sharpening to claw like points.

That had been the obvious outside changes.

There had been changes inwardly too, his eyes and skin more delicate to direct sunlight, his hearing and sense of smell more sensitive and Obi-Wan could no longer eat regular food. He required blood to sustain himself and had almost attacked a fellow Jedi before he had firmly taken control of himself and gone to the Council.

A form for blood substitute had been produced.

Or at least it was tricking his body into believing he was feeding off something or someone and he was no longer starving, looking like his new pale self.

In all honesty, he now resembled the vampire creatures of legends.

But all legends had some truth to them, perhaps others had landed on Litna before and been mutated in the same way Obi-Wan had been.

Anakin had seemingly walked away unchanged.

Keyword, seemingly.

Obi-Wan had noticed a change in Anakin, being closest to him.

The fridge had been filled with more meat then usual, on the rarer side which Anakin was now consuming as much as Ahsoka though she preferred her meat less bloody. And his growling… well Anakin had always been growling but the first time he’d heard it Obi-Wan had looked for a anooba or wolf!

But more disturbing then that was every time they entered the quarters, how Anakin would hover over him, watching him before burying his face into Obi-Wan’s neck, sniffing and nuzzling him as if he was trying to take in the other mans scent.

First time it happened Anakin had trapped Obi-Wan against the door and his body, warm breath moistening the redhead’s neck.

Anakin had apologized but it had happened again and again until Obi-Wan just let it happen since it seemed to sooth the blond. He wasn’t the only one sniffed as Ahsoka was exposed to the same behavior just the one sniffed the longest and a bit more intimate with Anakin lodging his nose in the others neck.

And today…

Anakin had come back, smelling faintly of Padme but more of sharp frustration and hurt, leaking into the Force and then Mace had laid into the knight in the main sparring hall and…. Well.

They had a two meter tall bipedal, golden furred werewolf on their hands with ice blue eyes and only one arm, Anakin’s mech arm on the floor since that had not changed with Anakin’s body and rags of black tunic and leggings hanging off the werewolf. And Anakin’s only arm had firmly wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist while snarling at the Korun, fur bristling and tail sharp as sharp teeth glittered in the light.

Quick thinking on Obi-Wan’s part had prevented any hasty actions on anyone’s part as he scratched the werewolf’s stomach, cooing at him like he would a dog.

And amazingly Anakin had responded to it, grunting as he relaxed and let himself be soothed until he was flat on his back on the floor with Obi-Wan scratching at his tummy.

“You were, we just thought it may be related to your own behavior change though.” Mace noted faintly, staring down at the large canine. “Force… the Healers did do a blood test on him but we couldn’t find…he’s a damn werewolf!” Mace rubbed his scalp as people gathered around them in a minor circle, mostly senior knights luckily as padawans and initiates were ushered away by teachers and masters.

The sentinels had relaxed too when it was clear Obi-Wan had control of the werewolf.

“Skywalker?” Mace tried.

He got a grumpy growl for his effort that quickly turned into a pleased murring when Obi-Wan dug his fingers through golden fur of his belly, taking in the massive form of bulking muscles and furs as he did.

“Alright, you are somewhat in control then, good to know.”

Obi-Wan reached up to scratch beneath Anakin’s chin. “If he’s anything like me, he’s more liable to follow instinct to reason with the baser brain in function. I can generally control myself as long as I am feed but he’s fully changed, I would recon that means that while its still Anakin in there, he’s more likely to follow the predator mind of the wolf in him like this.” He theorized. He’d have to wait for Anakin to change back to make sure of that.


The way Anakin was tilting his head back to get the chin scratches was kind of nice, a flow of deep affection filling the Force.

Grinning drolly, Obi-Wan shook his head. “Oh Anakin, how do we end up in these situations?”

A happy bark was his only answer as Anakin continued kicking his leg with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tail wagging in glee.

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psa to skinny people:

if a fat person refers to themself as fat do NOT jump in and say things like “nooo you’re not fat you’re beautiful!!”
being fat and being beautiful are not mutually exclusive. many of us call ourselves fat casually because that’s what we are, not to get ‘compliments’. telling us we can’t be fat and beautiful at the same time only makes it harder for some people to accept and love their bodies.

1920′s magical tattoo au,  Blacksmith’s Son and the Guess-maker

Spring. Taisho Era Japan, 1920. There is a small percentage of the population that is born with mysterious, magical tattoos. When these people find each other, an inexplicable feeling runs down their spine and they somehow know the other person is just like them—especially if the tattoos have a pre-determined affinity to each other.

That is exactly how Kageyama, the young noble, and Hinata, the blacksmith’s son, met.

A commission by @naydeity, whose gorgeous style is very dear to my heart.