#Is not that bad but better safe than sorry

[guzmawife]

🍓: he had no job when i met him but now he works at a high school as an errand boy / security (his children attend said school). hes the guy they call in when a real teacher needs to use the bathroom so he can watch the class. or to retrieve some papers from the printer. go get me that thing boy.

🍒: probably just chilling at home with snacks and movies and fast food. or chillen at the beach. 🏝️

🍎: tapu cocoa.. we all know dis.. hot sweet drinks…

🍉: hes not religious other than believing that a higher power exists. hi arceus..

🍑: totally more comfortable giving gifts. hes used to taking care of others so it’s pretty natural for him to be giving. he has no issue receiving but its not rlly a priority since he didnt come from much so hes used to not rlly asking for much.

🍊: i make him peel it. he knows my paws and claws have to stay clean… he’s comfortable with getting dirty and i am not!

🥭: no i domt think so. his dad was a prick and said shit like. Youre not a woman so you dont need those. fuckkkk that guy.

🍍: probably him being mentally manipulated and abused! 😿 killing all the people that taught him he wasn’t anything and made him feel like he had to act out in order to prove himself to others. hhhggffg. he deserves to be loved.

🍌: he likes to be in the dark. das it. no specific reason why.

🍋: he would probably change his hothead nature bc he doesn’t like how quickly he gets upset and makes bad decisions. and his hairline.

🍋‍🟩: he tells people if you squish bugs more will keep showing up. as a joke. heehe. sorry im gonna squish them still im a pussy.. thats probably why they keep showing up though. i have an actual curse. maybe he’s right man…

🍈: he thinks fate is bogus and if you want something to happen you have to make it happen.

🍏: hes bisexual and questioning demisexuality, he learned of his bisexuality through being in denial of liking the same sex and being like. This is ruining my tough guy personality. This can’t be. but then it kept happening and he was like man fuck this whatever. what the hell sure. he became normal. he’s still figuring out the demisexuality, to put it simply he just doesnt want to engage in sexual acts with anyone unless he has a genuine connection to them. it also just feels better for him. sorry for airing out your business Anywayyyyyy. Anyway.

🍐: he’s a nail biter its kinda gross sorry man. his nails are short always so i make him do short nail tasks since my nails are usually pretty long. i think he bounces his legs sometimes too. he knows i hate that shit thou so he tries not to. usually i just leave so he can shake all he wants. then hes like what wait no….

🥝: he would totally let me do his makeup. we’re both pretty lazy when it comes to makeup so we don’t so anything complex. i just do mascara and corner highlights and SOMETIMES lipstick and that’s it. #autistic i cant stand having too much shit ok my face. this isn’t even about me brah. he does simple makeup too since he’s just not super experienced. he just tries things sometimes but he’s not a professional. he just wants to look cool.

🫒: he’s a big hugger he squeezes too tight but it feels good though…. (´ ω `♡) he likes to be hugged too! yey!

🫐: definitely more of an artist he actually keeps a sketchbook. right brained yeah.

🍇: if we never met i think he might still be getting himself into some trouble tbh. he’s pretty stubborn.

🥥: he draws he plays games. he works out. he cooks. i think he would want to get into gardening but his location doesn’t allow for it since it’s always fucking raining.

🍅: i think he would get me testosterone or something that i can’t possibly get safely right now. or like. my own living space. or some rare pokemon card / plush that costs more than an organ online. sigh. or probably 1 billion dollars. muhehw.

🌶️: he drinks ginger ale. ginger ale the ultra cure.

🫚: hes not picky. he cant eat beans bc hes allergic to them. but i dont think hes picky since he has to make sure his kids eat first. so he eats whatevers left from them. leftover amalgamation.

🥕: he didnt like them but he ate them anyway bc his parents were mean :(

🧅: he cries when hes angry like super fuming. and when hes thinking about his past. hes just mad at himself for what happened and how he handled things. Basically. getting manipulated and taken advantage of makes him upset and he cries. he doesnt cry at movies unless he relates to them.

🌽: does bugs counts as animal. He likes dogs. and isopods. and other sea creatures.

🥦: pet peeves are getting called ‘boy’ or ‘kid’. i used to call him boy all the time just by habit and he would Not like that. “I’m not a boy. I’m a man. stop callin me dat…” okaaayyy whatevar. he doesnt have an issue with me calling him dude tho. despite being his lover. which is a little funny. um what else. people not knocking before entering. leaving empty cartons and stuff in the fridge or cabinet. ppl telling him he looks tired. or people calling him old. not that he has an issue with old people (😽) but its like. How did you even reach that conclusion.

🥒: hes afraid of ultra beasts a little.. specifically uh whats its name. nihilego. that bird that i hate. middle finger emoji. hes like. a little more hesitant with UBs than regular mons. he’s also got a fear of getting lost.

🥬: beige flags auumm i hate his ugly fucking sunglasses. and when he says. ya boy (pinches the space between my brows). peeing with the door open. he does that thing where u can feel him looking at you waiting to turn around during the movie so he can kiss you. theres probably more. im very good at complaining.

🫛: he loves to think of new pet names for me to see how i will react. he’d be like. “goodnight honeypie” and id be like “oh…. yeah… 😽” he also likes them too but most of the time i just call him musham or guzma bc i like saying his name. then he’s like. Why dont you call me anything else…. (sad puppy eyes). he likes when i call him mumu or honey. i calll him princess sometimes but its rare. princess is like his top pet name for me. meeooww. sometimes i call him Boss. thats For when. Im teasing Him. That one Makes his Ears turn Red. For special Occasions. meow.

🫑: he’s had a number of near death experiences so he’s pretty afraid of death. he has no lofty life goals. he just wants his family safe. wants to travel too and have good genuine relationships.

🥑: not super niche but cosmetics and nail art. he also likes cooking and insects and drawing. just things he grew to like from being around his family. or trying to distract himself from his own issues.

🍠: he likes to go to the beach and sit listening to the waves (same). he also likes to paint his or others nails when he’s bored. “gimme yer hands i wanna try sumn”. yknow.

🍆: favorite scent is meeeeeee… i kid i kid. probably like. Ugh. baked goods. Sugar smell. Rain smell 👎🏾 i hate rain smell but he likes it. i don’t think he has any specific least favorite smells other than the usual like peepee and caca yknow.

🧄: allergic to beans

🥔: he makes japanese curry a lot. easy to make in large portions for his 75million children. i like rice so he usually makes rice dishes for me. i don’t cook very often but when i do its cultural foods since he doesn’t know those recipes. he likes those. yom. he wants to learn baking but just hasn’t had the chance or motivation.

🍄‍🟫: i think he would wanna be a mewtwo or something. super strong and cool nonchalant. if we’re talking irl mytho creatures, cerberus. that guy cool as shit. #swagger.

this took me three whole days to answer. enjoyable experience rlly made me think. sorry for any typos i used swipe typing for parts of this 😿.

@sylvie-wants-your-dogs hi : )

the ULTIMATE f/o infodumping ask game!

(this is gonna be a long one...)

🍓 - disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

🍊 - if you asked your f/o to peel an orange for you, what would they do?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍌 - does your f/o have a vendetta against The Big Light™? what kind of lighting do they prefer?

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

🍋‍🟩 - is your f/o superstitious? is there any habits they follow or quirks they have to follow said superstitions? like not opening umbrellas indoors to avoid back luck?

🍈 - does your f/o believe in fate? do they thing everything is preplanned out by the universe or a higher power, or do they think that the idea of fate is bogus? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

🥝 - would your f/o ever let you do their make-up? what does their make-up process look like? is it simple? complex?

🫒 - what kind of hugger is your f/o? do they give good hugs? do they like hugs? do they like receiving hugs?

🫐 - is your f/o more of a writer or an artist? would you say your f/o is more left or right brained?

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

🌶️ - does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

🥕 - when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

🍠 - what are a few of your f/os favorite pastimes or things that they do when they're bored?

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🧄 - does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

🥔 - does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

🍄‍🟫 - if your f/o could be any mythological species, what would they be? if your f/o is already a mythological species, would they ever want to be human?

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[holyblonded]

vroom vroom | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, mapi leon x teen!reader, lucy bronze x teen!reader

summary: alexia, lucy, and mapi are tasked with teaching you how to drive

warnings: near death experience in a car, idk about spain’s driving laws but in most states in the US, you get your permit at 15 1/2 and then hold your permit for 9 months and be at least 16 and 3 months before you get you license so this is what it’s based on

notes: in my mind, both keira and lucy are still with barca 🧘🏾‍♀️

“You cannot be serious right now,” you said, staring in disbelief as Alexia secured the bicycle helmet onto her head, adjusting the straps with absolute precision.

“As a heart attack,” Alexia replied, now moving to put on elbow pads.

You turned to Olga, who was sprawled out on the couch, highly amused by the unfolding situation. “Tell her she’s being ridiculous.”

Olga smirked, barely holding back her laughter. “Amor, you are being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously safe,” Alexia corrected, tapping the side of her helmet with confidence.

Your jaw dropped. “Ale, you’re teaching me how to drive. A car. Not a bike, not a scooter, a car. Why are you dressed like you’re about to enter a roller derby?”

Alexia crossed her arms. “Because the last time I let you sit behind the wheel, you nearly drove us into a bush. I like my life, and I intend to keep it intact.”

“That bush came out of nowhere!” you defended yourself, exasperated.

Olga snorted. “Bushes don’t move, Estrellita.”

You shot her a glare before turning back to Alexia. “Fine. If you’re going to be like this, then I get to wear my own safety gear.”

Alexia nodded approvingly. “Good. I have an extra helmet in the trunk.”

“That is not what I meant!” you groaned, dramatically flopping onto the couch.

Olga was shaking with laughter at this point, wiping her eyes. “You should’ve just taken the lesson, Estrellita. Now you’re both going to look like two children trying to qualify for their go-kart licenses.”

Alexia smirked. “Better safe than sorry.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I refuse to be seen in public with you like this.”

“Too bad,” Alexia said, grabbing the car keys and motioning for you to follow. “Because we’re going. And if you complain, I will make you wear knee pads too.”

You groaned, dragging your feet toward the door.

“Have fun, kids!” Olga called after you, still giggling.

“You have got to be shitting me!” you exclaimed, freezing in place as you climbed into the driver’s seat, only to be met with Mapi and Lucy sitting smugly in the back.

Both were decked out in full protective gear—helmets securely fastened, elbow and knee pads strapped on like they were about to be thrown into a demolition derby rather than a driving lesson.

“Why are the two of you here? And the helmets? Really?” You gestured wildly, turning to Alexia, who was climbing into the passenger seat like she was about to endure the worst experience of her life.

“Because I can’t do this alone anymore,” Alexia muttered, rubbing her temples like she was already regretting her choices.

“The helmets and guards are for our protection,” Mapi chimed in, adjusting the straps on her helmet until they were practically cutting off circulation. “Last time I took you driving, you nearly hit a mailman.”

“In my defense, he came out of nowhere,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“It was his job to be there! That’s why it’s called mail delivery. You don’t deliver it from the sky!”

Lucy snorted, reaching for her seatbelt. “Yeah, Ale called us in for backup after she told us about the bush incident.”

You groaned, slumping against the wheel. “The bush was literally in the way!”

“The bush was on the sidewalk, Estrelleta,” Alexia deadpanned.

“Okay, whatever. Everybody buckle up,” you muttered, pressing the button to start the car.

“Oh trust me, I’ve been buckled since the moment I sat down,” Mapi said, yanking the belt so tight that it looked like it might fuse with her body.

“Same,” Lucy agreed, giving her helmet a few extra taps. “You can never be too careful.”

Alexia sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose. “Alright, let’s go over the basics again before we even think about moving.”

“I know the basics,” you huffed.

“Oh, do you?” Alexia raised an eyebrow. “Then tell me, where’s the brake?”

You pressed your lips together, staring at the pedals. “Uh, the left one?”

Alexia inhaled sharply, her grip on the passenger-side handle tightening.

Lucy whispered to Mapi, “We are so gonna die.”

“You’ll be fine,” you waved them off. “Alright, here we go!”

And with that, you slammed your foot down.

The car jerked forward like it had just been launched out of a slingshot, sending Mapi and Lucy flying back into their seats with strangled yelps.

“ESTRELLETA!” Alexia screeched, bracing herself against the dashboard.

“BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE!” Mapi yelled, gripping the back of Alexia’s seat for dear life.

“I am braking!” you argued.

“No! You’re accelerating!” Lucy shrieked, hands gripping the ceiling as if that would help.

You let out a panicked scream, slamming your foot down on something—thankfully, this time, it was actually the brake.

Everyone lurched forward with a collective oof, and for a moment, there was complete and utter silence in the car.

Alexia, breathing heavily, turned her head very slowly to look at you.

“What,” she said, voice eerily calm, “was that?”

You gave her a sheepish smile. “A test?”

Lucy let out a weak laugh from the back. “Yeah, well, I just saw my entire life flash before my eyes, so that’s fun.”

“I think I had an out-of-body experience,” Mapi muttered, still clutching Alexia’s seat. “I literally saw myself floating above the car.”

“Okay, okay, let’s try again,” you said, clearing your throat.

“God help us,” Alexia mumbled under her breath.

This time, you actually listened to Alexia’s instructions (mostly). The car started smoothly, and for a few blissful minutes, it almost seemed like things were going well.

Until you had to make a turn.

“Turn slowly, slowly—” Alexia started, but it was too late.

You turned the wheel way too fast, sending the car swerving violently.

“SLOWLY, I SAID SLOWLY!” Alexia yelled, grabbing onto the handle above her door.

“WHY IS THIS THING SO SENSITIVE?!” you shrieked back, trying to straighten out.

Lucy and Mapi were screaming in the back.

“ESTRELLITA, I SWEAR TO GOD—” Mapi howled.

“I WANT TO GO HOME!” Lucy shouted.

Somehow, miraculously, you managed to get the car straightened out again. Everyone sat there, breathing heavily.

Alexia had her face buried in her hands.

Mapi looked like she might be reconsidering her entire life.

Lucy was muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

Then, you approached a stop sign.

Alexia exhaled, nodding. “Alright. Good, now—”

But instead of gently stopping, you slammed the brake, sending everyone lurching forward again.

“I SAID GENTLE!” Alexia yelled.

“My bad!” you huffed.

“I HAVE WHIPLASH,” Mapi announced dramatically, rubbing her neck.

“Oh my God, I think my soul left my body again,” Lucy muttered, eyes wide.

And then, finally, you parked.

You leaned back in your seat, exhaling in satisfaction. “I think that went well.”

Alexia turned her head slowly, staring at you like you’d grown a second head.

Mapi and Lucy were both still gripping their seats like they were waiting for the final impact.

“Well?” Alexia repeated, voice dangerously high-pitched.

You grinned. “Yeah! Nobody died, right?”

Alexia blinked. Then she turned to Lucy and Mapi.

“I need strong alcohol,” she announced.

“Agreed,” Mapi and Lucy said in unison.

You pouted. “That’s rude.”

Alexia pointed at you. “You are never driving without supervision.”

“I don’t think my heart can handle another lesson,” Lucy admitted.

“I know mine can’t,” Mapi added, pulling off her helmet with shaky hands.

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad!” you protested.

Alexia just gave you a look. “Get out of the driver’s seat before I have an aneurysm.”

With a dramatic sigh, you unbuckled and slid out of the car. “Such little faith.”

As you walked off, Mapi turned to Lucy and muttered, “Next time, we bring airbags.”

Lucy nodded, still dazed. “And a priest.”

[bussyyeukie]

141!space crew x pilot!reader: The blinking and beeping was so consistent you nearly didn’t hear it anymore. It droned into something akin to rainfall, or the crashing of waves. Although you weren’t sure what true waves sounded like, only having seen videos of them, or heard the man-made synthetic replications.

You were positive it sounded better in real life, Earth made–but Earth didn’t make them anymore. The water that was there was polluted and not safe to swim in, hell it was barely ok to stand by unless you really liked bad sewers. 

But it didn’t bug you too much, no use yearning for things that were impossible to obtain.

Your feet splashed in the puddles covering the ground, it would’ve soaked through your boots if they weren’t so high quality, having spent nearly a whole paycheck on them. New and thick and laced up high, metal lining the front of back of them, and the soles were so soft and padded.

Too bad the rest of you wasn’t as taken care of, your coat–although large–was thinning and the zipper got so stuck it was almost useless to zip it up if you wanted to unzip it in the next week. Your hood pulled tight over your head, even if it didn’t feel like it did anything. Ends of your pants tucked into your boots and shirt tucked into them. Hands shoved in your pockets as you walked, weaving through people left and right. Everyone was always in such a hurry, the neon lights everywhere nearly destroying the concept of darkness, and the buzzing ads ringing out of large screens and hologram projections standing out in the street. Women smiling wide with all too fluid movements, pitching some product in skirts and professional looking shirts. 

People walking through them or even swatting as they passed.

Your footsteps landed hard as they splashed up water around them. Vendors shouting out about their food or goods, people on calls screaming at wifes and secretaries. Keeping your eyes locked onto the people bustling in front of you. Building taller than anything, large machines filling any area that wasn’t packed with people. Drones and ships and space-crafts filling the sky. There wasn’t a single place that wasn’t occupied.

Even down the dark alleys behind the nightclubs, they were occupied too even if you couldn’t see them, either with people or with droids who were selling something.

The lights off everything reflected off you, off your eyes and damp skin, brushing loose hair out of your face and licking your lips. The water tasted like mud, it wasn’t clean or clear or refreshing. It was like licking a boot. Gasoline and dirt and muck.

While lost in your thoughts about water and obnoxious screens, you didn’t notice the man with the collar of his leather jacket up–covering a good portion of his face, or that he was about to run into you.

“Ow–hey what’s the big–”

Nearly sending you falling on your ass, the boney shoulder ramming straight into you, but your retort died on your tongue as you caught a glimpse of the man and the aggressive scowl he had on his face and the wild look in his eye. Pupils popped and ran into his irises, his sclera a off yellow, fairly typical with heavy druggies the past year. Your brows pinched together and you felt your gaze linger on him. His hair was dark and sticking to his face and neck.

“What…” his voice was croaky, harsh as he stopped in his tracks, the inside of his lips blackened. Letting people bump into him and send a swear as they disappeared back into the crowd.

“Uh,” you faltered, before shaking your head and holding your hands up, pressing your lips together tightly. Taking a step back as your eyes tracked every twitch he made, the cold escaping you for a moment as your attention shifted focus, “Nothing, sorry for bumping into you…”

You scoffed to yourself and turned, trying to swim your way back into the ever moving crowd.

Taking about two steps forward before a hand yanked you back, gripping your hood tightly as you stumbled.

“Hey–!”

Your voice was drowned out by the noise around. The pink lighting of the sign above you both casting down onto you, basking your shiny skin in warm light and color.

“I know you…” the man squinted his eyes, raising his other hand to your chest, gripping the thick jacket in a tight fist. Damn near caging you in–no one around stopped their pace or even sent a second glance. If a fight was going to happen, they’d rather be far away from it than caught in the middle, especially if Enforcers got involved, most everyone had something illegal on them or they were illegal. This part of town was notorious for its nightlife, and you’d rather be dead than detained by an Enforcer.

“No, you do not,” your voice held a light chuckle to it as you grabbed the man's wrist, utterly confused, “Trust me, I’d remember…that.”

With your other hand you gestured loosely to his face.

The man frowned deeper.

“No, I know your face,” he growled, grip tightening as he drew you in closer, like he was really studying your features and waiting for the answer to pop up.

“You do not, I promise,” you said, a firm hand pushing against his shoulder, leaning your head back, blinking away the water that was getting in your eyes. Hair already weighed down with the weight of the rain, pieces sticking to your jaw and neck like glue.

“You are…”

The tweaked out man’s eyes started twitching, lips curling. Like the amount he was thinking was hurting him.

“Hey, I am not that unique looking, I’m sure you’ve got me mixed up with someone else, because I have never met you, ever,” you pushed firmer at the dudes shoulder, he wasn’t terribly tall, but he had some leverage on you, “The chick at the pulled pork place like 10 minutes away looks just like me, it’s freaky.”

The darked haired man didn’t buy it, just about to open his mouth to say something when he was ripped off of you. Your eyes widening as you hopped a foot back, squinting in the rain.

“Christ, yer just can't stay outta trouble, can yer?” the lumbering man grunted, practically tossing the other man to the side, focusing his attention on him, “Fuck off mate.”

The dark haired man shot one last look towards you, then popped his collar up higher and stalked off, making his way into a jog through the crowd.

A grin fought its way onto your face as you re-adjusted your hood back on your head, pushing water and hair out of your face.

Standing before you was the large, darkened form you’d grown to enjoy seeing. Hood pulled tight on his head, covering the blond hairs, a dark mask pulled down under his lips as a smoldering cigarette sat between them. Lighting up a miniscule portion of his face, the fair skin and scared lips blooming under the light.

His shoulders were broad and solid, even slumped as they were, thick layering and jackets building that up more. He trudged towards you, footsteps silent all for the splashing.

“Ghost! Shit, I thought I'd get to the spot first,” you whined, walking fast to keep pace next to him.

He sent you a glance as he plucked the cigarette from his mouth before pinching the end of it, putting it out, stuffing it back onto his pocket.

“Pickin' fights, or are ya just that popular?”

The smirk could be heard in his jest, and you rolled your eyes, sending a look back over your shoulder into the muddled crowd of bodies.

“Just that popular,” you looked back at him, “Dude was a freak, I’ll tell you that.”

Simon chuckled, before clapping you roughly on the back, sneaking his hand up and tugging down the front of your hood.

“Ass,” your face heated up as you adjusted your hood. 

“Ah don’t be a poor loser, lovie,” Simon glanced at you, then looked discreetly behind him.

The walking turns out to be a lot easier now that you have a large barrier blocking the stream of people. You looked in front of you for a moment, watching the back of someone in a rugged suit try to get around someone he deemed too slow of a walker, your lips pursing as you swung your arm and smacked Simon in the stomach with the back of your palm.

“I didn’t lose anything, you just had to be all ‘white-knight’…”

All he did was laugh it off, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“Ah, sure Price’ll love to know why his pilots late,” Simon mused, his gait widening, “Cap’n loves late departures.”

“What–” your eyes widened as fear shocked its way through your belly, jogging to catch up with the blacked out man who was steadily gaining distance in front of you, “No–I didn’t do anything! Gho–hey!”

He sent one look over his shoulder, pulling up his mask over his nose, before disappearing into the crowd.

[vodika-vibes]

Stolen Hearts

Summary: Hardcase has a problem. And the problem is that the new Medical Officer on the Resolute is a thief. What has she stolen? His entire heart.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Hardcase x F!Reader (pre-relationship)

Word Count: 963

Warnings: None

A/N: I was in a Hardcase mood, so this was born. I hope you like it~

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“Honestly, Hardcase,” He opens his eyes to squint at the white-clad woman standing over him, “What were you thinking?”

Hardcase blinks at her, twice, and then a sheepish grin crosses his face, “Will you be mad if I say I wasn’t?”

She sighs and presses a hand to her head; she’s recently painted her nails a pretty shade of blue that matches his armor. Fuck, he wants to kiss her.

Wait…that might be the concussion talking.

“I wouldn’t be mad, Hardcase. I’ve come to expect this kind of nonsense from you and your brothers.” She drops her hand back to her side, and favors him with the tiniest of smiles, “I think Kix got all of the common sense on this ship.”

“Not all of it,” Hardcase counters immediately, “Rex has some too.”

“The fact that the good Captain is also nursing a concussion suggests differently to me.” She counters dryly.

“Oh, for real?” He tries to sit up to look at the other beds, only for her to push him back down, “How’d you get to be so strong?”

“I’m not strong, Hardcase. You’re just very concussed right now.” Her hand, so warm and soft, presses against the side of his head, “How’s your head feeling?”

“...fuzzy.” He replies honestly, “And a little achey.”

“Well, the pain will fade when the medicine kicks in.” She murmurs, “I’m not sure what’s causing the fuzziness, though.” She leans back, her hand moving from his cheek to settle on his chest.

Logically, Hardcase knows, she’s doing it to keep him from trying to move and hurting himself more. But right now, he’s stuck on the fact that her warm hand is pressed against his chest.

“Wow, your heart is racing,” She murmurs, “You feeling alright Hardcase?”

“Yup! Perfectly perfect!”

Her eyes move from the monitor to scan his face, a doubtful expression on her pretty face, “I think I’m going to take an EKG…just in case. Is that alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.” Okay, he didn’t mean for his voice to come out that strangled, but he doesn’t think she noticed. At least, she doesn’t look any more concerned.

But, when she favors him with a bright smile, Hardcase swears he feels his heart skip a beat. “Great! Better safe than sorry, no?”

“Yeah. Totally.”

She lightly pats his chest, “I’ll be right back. Try not to move.”

And then her hand, and her warmth, is gone.

Hardcase lifts his head to watch her vanish into a storage room on the other side of the MedBay, and then he turns a glare to Kix, who is shaking from repressed laughter.

“You’ve got it bad, vod.”

He groans and falls back on his pillow so he’s able to drape his arm over his eyes, “Shut up.”

“I can’t believe you agreed to an unnecessary medical test,” Kix continues, a grin in his voice.

“Shut up, you’re annoying Kix.”

“That’s my right as big brother.” He doesn’t have to sound so smug about it, though.

“You didn’t tell me you hired a heart thief,” Hardcase grumbles.

“Yeah, you’re unique in that, vod.”

“Shut up, she’s perfect.” He drops his arm and glares at his brother, “I’ll fight you for her.”

“I’m not fighting you.”

“Cause you’ll lose.”

“No, because you have a concussion, and it wouldn’t be fair dipshit.” Kix lightly flicks Hardcase’s nose, pulling a disgruntled noise from him.

“Hey! Stop abusing my patients!” His heart skips another beat when she returns, a droid trailing behind her.

“Ah, but you see. He’s an idiot, and he needs to know.” Kix replies cheerfully.

“Abuse your brothers outside of the medical bay, Kix.”

“Ah, so I have your permission.”

She rolls her eyes, “I know that they give as good as they get, so I’m not worried. Shoo.”

Hardcase stares at her, his jaw slightly slack, “Did you just shoo Kix?”

“Yeah. He’s used to it.” She replies distractedly as she turns to the droid. “Anyway, the EKG shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes, and then I’ll let you rest—”

“I love you,” Hardcase interrupts.

Across the room, Kix bursts into laughter.

To give her credit, she looks momentarily thrown before a tiny smile lifts her lips, “That’s the concussion talking, Hardcase.” Her voice is very gentle and kind, and Hardcase falls in love with her even more.

“I’ll still love you when I don’t have a concussion.” He counters, “I loved you before the concussion, and I’ll love you after it.”

She looks amused for a moment, and then she sits on the stool next to the bed and rests her arms next to him, “Tell you what. If, when the concussion clears,” here she pauses and holds up a finger, “Fully clears, per myself or Kix, and you still feel the same way, I will go on a date with you when we return to Coruscant.”

Hardcase stares at her, “Clarity,” He finally says, “You’re not just saying this to make me feel better? You mean it?”

“Every word. We’ll go to the Aquarium, it’ll be fun. But only if you still feel the same way.” Her smile widens, “If, when the concussion clears, you don’t love me, then we’ll cancel. With no hard feelings.”

“Deal!”

“Good. Now, I need to attach these electrodes to your chest, may I?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“So agreeable,” She sounds pleased about that fact, which is all Hardcase wants, really.

And then her small hand slips under the collar of the hospital shirt he’s wearing, and Hardcase can feel his face start to burn with flustered embarrassment. 

“Ah, you’re cute, Hardcase.” Her voice is soft, but there’s a tiny smile on her lips, and he thinks that, just maybe, he has more of a chance than he feared.

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[sky-forest-inn]

Happy 1 year anniversary for the day we finally accepted our systemhood after 2 and a half full years of denial (february 7th) [AEST timezone]

As of now, we’ve gotten 108 headmates (as far as we’re aware…) with valkryie being our latest formed (💐YAY!!!! IM SPECIAL) shut up anyways hell yeah

Special thanks to our dearest partner system @luckyclovercollective for being there for us and being the safe space we needed after all our years being surrounded by extremely gatekeepy systems who made us struggle to accept the idea of being a system in fear of gatekeeping

It’s thanks to our partner system that we were finally given a space with no judgement or concerns, and to be loved both when we initially believed to be a singlet and when we finally figured out the ropes of systemhood. We’ve over like 25 relationships between our systems now, can you believe it? (I didnt actually count i just estimated LOL)

Anyway, shout out to our siblings, sysblings, close friends and moots (plural & singlets) who stuck around with us all the way through our long journey. Weve learnt so much more about ourselves than we thought we ever would, and as insufferable as many situations were, we wouldnt sacrifice a thing in our lives if it meant ending up where we are now

Thank you to our moots, followers and those we follow on this blog whove made posts and helped us with our systemhood even more, whether directly or not. You guys have really helped us learn about ourselves a ton and we’re thankful to get to know many of you

Terrified to @ directly, but especially thanks to okimi, the ellipses society, circular system, and anybody else i may have missed. The mentioned above are just the ones i can remember at the top of my head (i have the memory of a pebble please be nice) we love you all plenty lots very much and thank you all for being in our lives, whether directly or not

Massive thanks to those who were there during the transition of us figuring out our systemhood and still supporting us on our other side blogs, continuing to engage with us and even asking about our systemhood in curiosity to understand as better. You guys are real one, we love you guys a hell lot

Also huge sorry to anyone we also accidentally awoken a syscovery to via coming out as a system /SILLY

In summary, WE LOVE YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH and THANK YOU for giving us a space to be ourselves (bad faith hate sending losers not included xoxo) but you get the gist. Love you all and hope you all enjoy the rest of your day/night. \o/

-post written by chord (🎤) with small additions from aristris (💛), shotz (💙) and valkryie (💐) [Sky Forest Inn]

[datvtranscripts]

On Blighted Wings Pt. 2

Blighted Treviso

Signs and Portents Masterpost Previous: Find Neve

Rook makes it Treviso at last, and the city is covered in blight. They find Lucanis sitting on a nearby bench.

Rook: We chased away the dragon in Minrathous. Did you kill the one—

Lucanis: We did not.

Viago walks up.

Viago: That monster flew around the city for hours before it left. Utterly out of reach.

Lucanis: It rained ice on the city and spread blight in the canals.

→ Because you helped the Shadow Dragons, Minrathous was saved, but Lucanis is devastated that Treviso was blighted.

Origin dependent dialogue:

Crow Rook [1]

Non-Crow Rook [2]

1 - Crow Rook Viago: And while this was happening? You chase a dragon out of Tevinter instead of the one attacking your own city.

Lucanis: These are our people, Rook. I returned to find them suffering under the Antaam, and now? They rampage in the aftermath while blight chokes our city. Tell me you don't want blood for this!

Dialogue options:

Sad: I’m sorry. [3]

Afraid: How… how bad is it? [4]

Angry: I thought you could handle it! [5]

3 - Sad: I’m sorry. Rook: Viago, Lucanis, I… I'm so— Lucanis: Don't, Rook. Just don't. We'll be lucky if the blight doesn't spread. [6]

4 - Afraid: How… how bad is it? Rook: The city. Is it… how bad is the damage? Lucanis: You've seen the blight from the window? It's worse below. [6]

5 - Angry: I thought you could handle it! Rook: You're both Crows. Our best. I thought you and the others would handle it! [6]

6 - Scene continues.

Lucanis: You know Treviso was never built to withstand something like this!

Viago: There is a reason I keep telling you to stop and think, Rook!

Rook: So why act like one more Crow could've done anything?

Viago: Because you always think of something!

There’s an awkward pause, and Rook looks away.

Viago: You always do. Except this time.

Teia joins them.

Teia: Perhaps someone should have strangled these gods, long ago. But I do not care for what could have happened while this city bleeds. And I would rather have Rook's help than not. Wouldn't you?

Lucanis: What I want does not matter. Better to focus on what Treviso needs.

If Rook has been flirting with Lucanis Rook: Lucanis… you know I'll do whatever I can for you. Lucanis: No, Rook. I don't. And I don't have the heart for anything but helping Treviso. We… I'm done. I'll find you when I can be spared. Don't wait for me. → After the blighted dragon attack devastated Treviso, Lucanis no longer has time for a romance with you. Scene ends.

If Rook has not flirted with Lucanis: Lucanis: We've much to do, Rook. When I can be spared, I'll find you. Time might serve us both. Rook: All right. Scene ends.

2 - Non-Crow Rook Lucanis: Treviso survives for now. As do the Crows. But….

Dialogue options:

Stoic: How much damage? [7]

Sad: I came as fast as I could. [8]

Angry: I made a call. [9]

Shadow Dragon: I had to save my people. [10]

7 - Stoic: How much damage? Rook: How bad is it? Lucanis: Bad. To what extent, I cannot say. We're still tallying what we've lost. And who. [11]

8 - Sad: I came as fast as I could. Rook: We came as quick as we could after Minrathous. Lucanis: There was little chance, however fast you came. The gods timed their invasion well. Rook: I thought we'd be faster. I thought… [11]

9 - Angry: I made a call. Rook: I can't be in two places at once. I made a choice and hoped the center would hold. Lucanis: Minrathous has mages. Walls. It's not an open invitation to a dragon. Rook: It wasn't a normal dragon! We couldn't even kill it, we just… fought until it left. [11]

10 - Shadow Dragon: I had to save my people. Rook: I swore to keep Minrathous safe when I joined the Shadow Dragons. I had a duty. Lucanis: Then I hope you understand how we feel. Viago: We do not fault your loyalty to your people, Rook, but Treviso has suffered. [11]

11 - Scene continues.

Grey Warden Rook: Viago: You're a Grey Warden. Can anything be done about the blight in the waterways? Rook: First, block off the affected canals. Warn away everyone you can. The Wardens might have something more, but we may have worse coming with the gods.

Non-Grey Warden Rook: Viago: Rook. You know Grey Wardens. Can they do anything about the blighted canals? Rook: Maybe not right away. They'll have their hands full with the gods.

Viago: Just send them word, please.

Teia joins them.

Teia: We will not be idle. There are people to save, and Antaam to be made examples of. The city must know who did this. Give us time, Rook. If you truly wish to help, the Crows will have work.

Lucanis: The others. Neve. Are they all right?

Rook: They are.

If Rook has been flirting with Lucanis Rook: And… I'm glad you're all right too, Lucanis. I… Lucanis: Rook… no more. Not after this. I don't have the heart for anything but helping my city. And bringing down those who struck against her. → After the blighted dragon attack devastated Treviso, Lucanis no longer has time for a romance with you. Scene ends.

If Rook has not flirted with Lucanis: Lucanis: Then I can focus on Treviso. Once we find our footing, the blood of these gods will flow. Scene ends.

Next: Completing the Veilguard

[liliox-ciel]

“Stolen from the tree’s hands

A regretter’s friend. The forbidden fruit”

[fallenclan]

would you guys believe me if i said i only remembered that "we thought there was 3 but there was actually 4" is an official warriors plotline After i wrote this one. because i really am just that forgetful. <3

anyway FINALLY DONE WITH THIS THREE-PARTER!!! finally i can draw cats other than feathersight honeysong and darkstone... beautiful world

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[aka-indulgence]

I’ve been thinking of a combination of two ideas, I think one I’ve only mentioned on once on my tumblr

It stars of as a “HT!Sans scares you and stalks you a little” fic, where he lives in your area and you see him in your day to day. You’ll find him across the road, at the bus stop, behind you a couple nights, the grocery store. And oftentimes you find him openly staring at you. You hear he isn’t the friendliest guy in the neighborhood, doesn’t trust anyone and doesn’t speak much. You don’t think you’re a “judge a book by the cover”, but he genuinely unnerves you… maybe because his sockets widen and he starts breathing heavily when he’s looking at you. You barely interact with him aside from a few close encounters where he’s said nothing to you and you wonder if he wants to kidnap you, eat you, or both.

And that’s where you’re at with him when an unexpected disaster strikes: zombie apocalypse situation :O AGH (I hate zombie apocalypse stories but thinking about being with ht!sans makes me feel safe :3)

I imagine you’re somewhere public like the supermarket when it hits you, a (small?) hoard crashes into the store and starts attacking people. You don’t have a lot of things on you and you’re in the middle of your grocery run, you aren’t exactly alert or prepared when the bodies that refuse to die start going at you. You manage to run for a bit but you reach a dead end as they close in…

And HT!Sans shows up.

As soon as he realizes what’s happening, instead of running away from the hoard he runs into it, knowing you’re there, barreling through the rotting undeads, fighting to get you.

He takes crashes onto the scene, taking out the ones that had been tailing you. A beat passes where you pant in silence, staring at the hulking skeleton with the single red eye looking down at you. He looks like he wants to kill. You wonder if he was a worse monster than the zombies were. A sound sends him back into action, scooping you and throwing you over his shoulder like a potato sack, and runs out.

He takes you to a of survival bunkers he’s set up (a big shed thing with all the tools he needs to survive in the wild). He sets you down gently, and he asks you: … you… ok?

You find out he wasn’t trying to kill you. He tells you as such. He’s a gentle giant with you who wants to protect you. You crumple into him and sob just from the overwhelming situation… Sans’s mind kinda. Explodes for a moment. Because the little human he’s been pining on is hugging him.

Then after that the fic is you surviving with him. Had a scene where you have to take shelter somewhere not ideal, and you can hear a hoard nearby, and all you can do is hide in Sans’ hoodie and stay very still and quiet while he keeps watchful eye on the shamblers. Maybe going back to find your stuff at your home. Reuniting with Papyrus after being separated in the evacuation when Sans runs back to get you and tells him he’ll meet him at the camps. Making zombie shelter community, all that good stuff.

All I wanna say is, in zombie apocalypse, ht!sans is ideal

[l3irdl3rain]

I actually don’t think I’m interested in Chloe’s bloody chin post Surgery being my phone wallpaper. Thank you though.

Edit: this doesn’t actually bother me!!! Just thought it was a silly suggestion

[choccy-milky]

oh boy anon, you’ve activated my trap card. GET READY FOR A SEBASTIAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS ESSAY BELOW LMAO

ok so first off I know im obvs biased, but I don’t actually think my seb is that ooc, AND PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS IMMA EXPLAIN WHY. but im also gonna explain why I don’t think the other more friendly and lighthearted renditions of seb are ooc either. bc theres so many aspects of seb we get in the game that can be interpreted in so many diff ways, and so this is how i see it/landed on MY rendition of seb:

PROTECTIVENESS/POSSESSIVENESS: this is one of the main aspects of him, imo. his entire questline is about wanting to cure anne, and how he’s not giving up, and how he believes that HE is the only one that can do it, because “she’s MY sister!” seb is super tunnel visioned and has a one-track mind when it comes to this, and I headcanon that he’s this way because of their parents deaths. he’s the brother, the boy, he’s gotta be strong for his sister, and ofc when their parents died, he tries to comfort her and be there for her/be the rock, and it happens again when she’s sick. shes his sister, his responsibility, and he’ll die before he gives up on her and her safety.

SO, I just transfer all those aspects over to a romantic relationship instead. you just replace “shes my sister” with simply, “she’s mine/my gf/my wife/etc.” and in the same way I think seb tries to be strong and reliable and protect anne because he’s the brother, I think seb would be the same way in a relationship, because he’s a boy and she’s a girl and its 1890 and he’s chivalrous and he just sees it as his responsibility. I think the death of his parents and his dynamic with anne has baked this sort of mindset into him, and its even MORE intense in a romantic aspect, because then hormones and puberty and sexual tension and attraction is involved (plus the fact that seb in my fic is 17, so he’s older and has even stronger raging hormones and testosterone LOL.

JEALOUSY: who can forget the lines “between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out” and “ominis simply needs a moment with you and he’ll change his mind. is that it?” the first one is more playful but I feel like the second one really showcases sebs brand of jealousy, and how biting and uncharitable it can be.

AGGRESSION/VIOLENCE: yet another iconic line with: “fine. but ominis knows, I won’t step back from a fight.” LIKE... the fact that apparently ominis knows this means its come up more than once…and im not saying seb is some unruly aggressor who flies off the handle at anything, but he defs has a capacity and is willing to get violent if HE believes the situation calls for it—basically the same way he feels about the dark arts. he felt justified using imperio to protect anne, and taking the relic to save anne, and so he would have fought ominis to get out of the catacomb. and with MY seb, while he doesn’t go picking fights with any boy who looks or gets close to clora, he’ll definitely be willing to beat up or lay hands on a creep who bothers clora/who is in the process of bothering her LOL.

SO YEAH, that’s pretty much it, and I’ll be the first to admit I definitely ramp up these traits further because he’s older in my fic and i think these traits would only get more intensified with age + being in love and also bc IM A TWILIGHT GIRLIE!!! what can I say. there are so many moments in my fic where you can just replace seb with edward and it wouldn’t seem out of place tbh LMAOO so blame twilight, it was a formative experience for me BAHAHA

BUT like I ALSO said, I don’t think peoples more lighthearted interpretations of seb are ooc either. because even all my earlier above examples, you can just focus on diff aspects of them. like his tunnel vision and obsession to cure anne? instead of seeing it as over the top protective and possessive, you can just view it in a more wholesome determined selfless sort of way. like I said we got so many nice little bits and ingredients of his personality that we can turn into anything we want, really👌just pick which flavour of seb u like best and use what we got in game to create it HAHA

AW TYY QUEEN BAHAHA💖 and aw im always so honoured when ppl tell me they consider my stuff canon that’s like the best compliment I can get, tysm 😭 and im glad you like my fic and art so much (enough for your friends and family to unfortunately know💀 LMAOO)

im adding your ask to this because it kinda ties into my seb essay. LETS GET INTO WHY A SWEET BABY ANGEL WOULD LIKE SOMEONE LIKE SEB. the answer ISSS: the same reason WE’RE also all into him I guess?? BAHHA

ok but to start off im gonna defend my seb, not only cause of what you said anon (i dont want you to feel like this is targeted to you!) but also bc I got an ask recently asking me to summarize seb and clora’s relationship since all they see from my art is that “they fuck and seb is possessive” LMAO, and I feel like ppl who JUST see my art and don’t read my fic have a warped image of my seb.

this may be shocking but I don’t consider my seb a red flag LMAO. I joke about how hes more of a pink flag tbh, but even THAT i dont even really believe, and don’t even consider him overly possessive. like yes he keeps an eye on her when shes hanging around other boys, but I feel like that’s normal (esp for 1890) and all of his most possessive moments have been when theres been a threat to cloras life/coming from a place of love and protection (especially since clora is so self-sacrificial, she’d have killed herself by now if not for seb LOL) so to me id actually put Sebastian as being PROTECTIVE as his first and foremost trait, followed by the possessiveness.

and yeah he gets jealous, but unless a dude is actively trying to get with her/hitting on her/harassing her, he’ll otherwise just kinda be unhappy about it/let it play out/ watch on unhappily LOL. and even when lawley was blackmailing clora and getting in between her and sebs relationship and lying about how close he and clora were, seb demanded answers from CLORA on what was happening between the two of them, but he didn’t touch lawley or tell him to stay away. bc seb thought that was what clora wanted, so he let her drift away. if he was TRULY a red flag, in this instance he would have just beat up lawley for taking what was "his"/not allow clora to leave him/immediately go to lawley instead of clora, and tell him to stay away despite what clora might want. (and clora even WISHED seb had interfered and done this. she was like 'why is he letting me drift away and go off with lawley i WANT him to fight for me...but she couldn't actually say anything thanks to the blackmail)

clora doesn’t just 'put up' with sebs more possessive and protective behaviour though, she actually likes it HAHA. just bc shes a precious baby angel, we all like a bad boy, even back then. just look at jane eyre, and how popular the dark and brooding and assholey mr. rochester was.

she tells seb at one point that she likes those things about him, even his immature competitive side, and his darker sides, and that he shouldn’t try to hide them or change himself because she accepts them. and even putting aside all of the stuff they’ve been through together that has bonded them (like the main canon quests + annes curse and then CLORA being cursed, and then clora being kidnapped and seb saving her) clora thought seb was roguish and charming and witty and intelligent and good looking from day 1. add to the fact that he’s just so devoted to her in everything he does, that even if he CAN get a bit overbearing at times, how could you NOT fall for someone like that😩 someone whose possessive behavior just stems from wanting to protect you and love you and want to keep you safe and cherish you like DAMN…. GET ME A SEB, TOO. WHERES MINE!!!😭😭

clora also realizes in ch 32 WHY seb is so protective of her (the trauma with his parents and wanting to be there for anne) and that she accepts it, and enjoys it, and that she might even MISS it if seb were to ever get less protective of her/might get lonely LOL, and then sebs like "i’ve "spoiled you, have i?"

so YEAH I don’t think sebs protectiveness and possessiveness goes into any toxic territory or red flag territory PERSONALLY (and the time that it DID get toxic was because of the relic, and clora DID put her foot down)

but my normal seb? whose dream in life is to whisk clora away into a tower and lock her up to keep her safe and keep her all to himself, but that he’d never ACTUALLY do because he knows its insane and unreasonable but jokes about wanting to do it anyway bc he would if clora agreed? clora finds that endearing and cute and is touched by how much he loves her and wants to keep her safe.

IN CLOSING: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[diiambee]

The middle portion of Love in paradise is great because not only is it catchy— the catchines catches you off guard to the very disturbing (in context) lyrics

It has the similar vibe to songs like the first few minutes of "Our love is God" from heathers or "You will still be mine" from waitress I think.. Love songs masking bad, potentially dark, intentions..

[kakyogay]

GRAAAH I FORGOT IW AS GONNA POST THIS TODAY GGRGSGRG

anyways a couple of sliggies

and I drew this a while back so kinda changed the designs a bit since (AND I FORGOT TO COLOR THE FUCKING PEARL AGAIN GOT DAYMNIT)

[starflungwaddledee]

is that silhouette at the end of your last post supposed to be a morpho form of meta?

it looks like it has meta's wings and his galaxia

this fandom is incredible...

"what is the unintelligible shape in this shadow?!"

"pfft. starflung this is easy. despite the fact we can see only two of her tines and the hilt is wrong it is CLEARLY the legendary sword Galaxia."

kirby fans really are so powerful at picking up hints and clues from just a shred of information. anyway, here's your... reward?

and uh... and uh...

@phanzon no but it.... it could be.

[giantchasm]

Kirbtober Day 5: Royal!

…What do you MEAN I’m almost a week late? Well, I already said I wasn’t good with deadlines.

I feel as if it’s pretty evident by now I’m not going to be able to keep up with Kirbtober. I’m still going to be doing some of the remaining prompts that interest me, though… just at my own pace.

This one was fun! Even if it took a while and was a bit experimental, I’m happy with how it turned out. A look through the many stages of Joronia/Sectonia’s life.

If you’re curious about the first frame, that’s my design for her when she was younger! A bold, brash child with so much confidence and big ambitions. Shame the world beat that general enjoyment for life out of her by the time she grew up.

…Oh well. Something-something, “despite everything, it’s still you.”

[xysidhequeen]

I know in your Red Knight AU, Jason when on the rampage in another realm, after finding out that Batman replace him with another Robin.

Did Danny manage to be there for him during that time?

He did! Danny was always there for Jason. He actually wanted to chase after Jason immediately, but luckily, the first thing he did was panic call Jazz, absolutely out of his mind. Jazz promptly told Danny to let Jason have some space for a little bit to process.

Which was for the best, really. Jason needed to not feel like he was trapped and that he could be angry. He never really got that before. But the most important thing is Danny came after him and brought him home. Jason needed to feel like he could be angry, but also, like his anger wouldn't mean he'd be punished or abandoned. It was a very delicate time for him, but Danny, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and all our favorite ghosts made sure Jason knew he was very much wanted still. And that he was utterly irreplaceable.

Skulker handled this by breaking all of his weapons and suits overnight and saying he didn't know how to fix them. (Jason very much knew what he was doing, but the time spent on fixing things helped ground him)

Ember handled this by announcing that she couldn't possibly ever sing ever again unless her only other band member was there (Still very obvious, but music time with Ember usually devolved into very necessary crying time. A lot of ice cream was consumed)

Johnny and Kitty handled this by getting into a MASSIVE fight and refusing to speak to each other unless Jason mediated. (This actually was far less obvious, as the two tend to get into fights often. No one is actually certain if the fight was fake or not to this day, but they also haven't broken up once since and Jason is incredibly proud of that)

Fright Knight handled this by.... well, actually, he took the blunt approach and told Jason there was no one in any realm dead or alive he'd ever consider worthy to be his apprentice besides Jason. (This was highly effective as Frighty has always been bluntly honest with Jason. He didn't wholly believe it but it was a comfort. Frighty then beat his ass in a spar and he didn't think of much else)

Basically, everyone was there for Jason. Not just Danny. Jason was made to feel like his anger and hurt were valid, because they were. But he was also not just told, but shown how precious he was to every life he touched. He didn't get it, not at first and he struggled to really believe it.

It wasn't until later, after Danny opened up more about his own trauma and the effects it had on him that Jason actually began to somewhat understand more of what Jazz meant when she said Danny was getting better. He pieced more of the story together from the others to paint a better picture, and that's when it clicked for him. As much as he needed Danny, Danny had needed him just as much. (Clockwork may have had a hand in this as well, but whatever those two talked about, no one will ever know)

Also, as an aside, once everything calmed down, Danny was very pleased to learn the rebelling realm was now back under control and quite terrified of the Ghost King and his Knight. It saved him so much paperwork.

So yeah, this was a bit all over the place, but hopefully, it answers your question. Team Phantom and the ghosts are basically a very large family, and they might fight and bicker, but they seriously pull through and muster together if anyone is hurting. They're a bit clumsy sometimes with it, but the love they all feel is very obvious. I really, really wanted to give Jason a much more healthy origin story into becoming Red Hood than he got in canon. The poor boy went through enough. It was past time for him to get to heal.

Jason still has some hangups. His abandonment issues are still there, and his fear of rejection. But it's not as bad as it was, and because he'd been allowed to express his anger without being punished(or enabled, anger is a fine emotion to feel. But you should never let it consume you) for it, he figured out how to manage it.

He might still slip now, and then, he has trauma, and that won't go away. But Danny will never, ever let him fall. Neither will the rest of the weird little eclectic family they've built.