Demons head Bruce feeling like he’s stuck behind everything. Like all this knowledge and memories he’s had forced on him are sitting in front of him and blocking sight of everything else. He knows too much, he can’t see past any of it, and it makes all the small things that mattered him before seem pointless, not when the knowledge of centuries from the Lazarus pit is inside him. But it’s still THERE. He sees jason crumbling in front of him and asking for him back and thinks- why does this boy want this so badly? He’s been part of the pit, too- doesn’t he get why this is right? Why is any of this bad? He sees his kids coming to Him over and over again, holding back tears as they try to talk about old memories, important moments, things he remembers but through a fog of glass that is knowing too much. And he knows that none of this matters really- why could these feelings matter when there’s so much MORE? But these kids are so persistent, and so sad, and they’re his kids, and he knows there’s a part of him that felt those feelings too, at one point. And he realizes he wants to try to understand why. Sure, he knows and understands so many things now- why doesn’t he understand those feelings anymore? Should he?
Yes, to all of this.
quote from the fic Funeral Rights by SpellCleaver.
I’m in love with how this author writes Luke and Vader’s relationship. It hit me on a personal level and I made this as a way to channel that.
[...] He presses a quick peck to her lips before crouching down until he’s level with her stomach. He leans forward and peppers kisses around her belly button, rubbing soothing circles against the extended skin with his hands. “And I missed you too, littlest one,” he whispers. “I wanna give the baby a kiss too!” Neteyam says, crowding against Jake to leave his own kiss on the curve of Neytiri’s belly. Jake laughs and scoots over, making room for the baby's big brother to show his love. Kiri shifts and leans into Neytiri’s side, causing Neytiri to wrap an arm around their daughter. Kiri places a hand on her mother’s belly and pats it gently as if reassuring the baby that she’s there and ready to be the best big sister possible. Lo’ak pushes himself under Jake’s arm and curls into his side – his little arms tight around Jake’s neck. He doesn’t offer to kiss or touch Neytiri’s belly. Out of all the kids, he’s the one struggling with the idea of a new sibling the most. Jake thinks it’s just because Lo’ak has been the baby for as long as he can remember and is afraid of his place in the family being usurped. Jake hopes that once the baby is born, Lo’ak will realize that he isn’t being replaced and grow to love his new sibling. [...]
this scene was just sooooooooo cute, I had to draw it!! 😭 this is the kind of fic we need more of plz fandom im begging
A few extras from my previous post.
Falling into the sky—fall for me
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Have you ever considered a character role-swap AU for either the Clone Wars era or the Rebels era?
i drew a sith padme ages ago and more recently did that cal-trilla swap au, but let's make MORE of one!!!
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