#angry lil stormy

[darlenicy]

icy is clearly taller than musa (about one head!)

stormy (bb omg) on the other hand is clearly short than (smol) musa

always loved the reference to their powers in the german dub. also stormy is so angry. how dare musa doubt icy jdfdksfjskjfl

[moeblob]

idk if it's a fun fact or not but! Right's favorite color is green. He never wears green but it's his favorite color. then I've been working on silly emotes for my OCs and they're "disappointeddad" and "tryme".

(Also there is an AU where these two are knights along with Paul and Evelyn while Brent/Caspian/Atticus are princes. Chris is basically Caspian's personal guard while Right just runs around trying to do everything to stay busy even when not on duty which stresses Chris out. But since he's kinda busy with the crown prince it defaults to Paul having to babysit Right.)

[queenofvelaris]

A lil DP+W x gn!reader Drabble for my dearest @avocado-writing

Warnings: swearing, sexual language, minors go away

As he got closer, he pouted at the expression on your face. He’d expected to see you both happy to see him, but Logan’s face is stormy and yours… it’s incredibly sad. Your cheeks are stained with drying tears.

“Awww, why so glum, sugar plum?” Wade did a little twirl and wiggled his brows. “Does somebody need a lil cumslut sandwich?”

“They lost their job, you dumb fuck,” Logan snarled. His hand was gentle as he stroked your hair, greatly contradicting his angry face.

Immediately, Wade darted in front of you, his expression one of shock. “Pookie, nooooo,” he whined, reaching over to stroke your face.

You sniffled, nuzzling into his palm. Wade cooed at you. “Need me to kill anybody for ya?”

“I asked already. They said no,” Logan muttered.

“No violence. Just cuddles,” you murmured.

Wade exchanged a look with Logan. “Okay, baby bear, okay. Let’s cuddle.”

Wade stood up and poked Logan, indicating for him to move over. Logan growled in response. Wade huffed.

Sensing the storm, you shifted on the couch to make room for Wade so Logan didn’t have to. “See? They’re nice to me even when they’re sad. You’re only nice to me when you want to suck my dick.”

“Don’t push it, bub,” Logan grumbled, holding you against his chest as Wade lifted your legs and placed them in his lap.

They sat there for a long time, holding you and comforting you. You felt the tension and stress from the day begin to melt away in the sanctity of their arms. As you fell asleep, you heard your boys whispering about taking vengeance on your old boss. You smiled as you fell asleep. At least you could pretend that you didn’t know anything when they came back covered in gore.

Thanks for reading!!

[aidoneusdaughter]

Satoru Gojo x Reader- Infinite Love

Summary- You can never stay mad at each other for long

Warnings- A Lil Angst but not much, Fluff n Comfort, The two already in a Relationship, No use of Y/N (That's It I think…) No Spoilers (Dumb Title Name idk) Gender Neutral (I did my best)

Word Count- 596 (Wow short read then)

Prompt- "With the whole of my heart, I believe that together we are infinite."

How long has it been? Do They even want to talk right now? Do They  even want to see Him? Well, Not after what he said to them, He didn’t mean it, It just came out “How could you be so stupid!? It’s Me! I’m The Strongest! You're Just You!” Now he can’t even remember why they were arguing but now it’s just stupid, He doesn’t even realize he’s left the Park he had gone to after the fight, Now Standing in front of their shared apartment door, He hesitates to knock but right before he does you open the door, The two of you just stare at each other His once Sky Blue eyes now Look stormy with Guilt and sadness and your (E/C) eyes empty yet filled with Longing.

“I’m Sorry” The two say in unison, You both don’t say anything for a long moment after making it feel like Eternity, You step aside to let him by, The two of you move to the living room, Sitting on the couch awkwardly, Your mouth moves to speak but now words come out, Satoru takes the lead.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it…I shouldn’t have yelled or gotten mad, I didn’t want to make you cry either but I did An-And I’m Sorry…I can’t live without you” He says hiccuping, Tears once again fill his eyes, You move closer to him, Your hand reaching out for his.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have gotten angry either or yelled as well but...We still shouldn’t have said that about each other it wasn’t right…” Satoru moves closer to you sniffling, He moves his hand to your face to wipe away the upcoming tears that threaten to spill from your eyes “I-I’m so so sorry, I know that we have our differences sometimes but I was in the wrong this time Believe me and I know you know that too…God, I’m such an Idiot'' He says shaking his head, His snow white hair moving side to side, Making you smile at how soft it looks like that, You move to sit right next to him, You smile at how adorably cute yet sad he still looks “Yeah, You are an Idiot…But you're my Idiot'' You say happily, Now as if the previous emotions anger, Frustration, Sadness and Guilt had vanished into thin air.

“Yeah, You're right…You're always right but you wanna know something?” He says with a teasing smile, One he always has on when he’s about to say the stupidest of things “What?” You say curiously waiting for him to continue "With the whole of my heart, I believe that together we are infinite." His words cause you to groan and roll your eyes but with a clear smile painted on your lips.

You push him away with a smile as he falls over with a laugh at his own words and your action “God that was so cheesy Toru’! How do You even come up with this stuff?” You ask with a Smile so wide that makes Satoru think back to the first time he laid eyes on you “Oh you know, It comes naturally when I’m with you” He says wiggling his eyebrows as he looks at you causing you to snort, Through all the ups and downs, The Good and the Bad how could you love him any less than you already do? Either way the love you both shared could not be drowned by the arguments and sadness that came along, No, The love you both share has to be Infinite.

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[andromedawaiting]

In the spirit of the new movie coming out in July, lemme tell yall something, folks. Films with scientists gallivanting all over hillbilly hell chasing tornados (ie. Twister) are awesome and all, but as a Storm Chaser (TM) and bonafide meteorologist, storm chasing is a lot less squinting suspiciously at angry clouds and a bit more made up of the following:

—uh, where the hell are we, we have ZERO service, aw shit okay now we have to pull out paper maps that haven’t seen the light of day since the Lewis and Clark expedition

—What the bejeezus is That Smell (TM): brought to you by cow farms of the american south

—Followed up shortly by: hm, smells like a good storm day. *Big sniff, followed by any colleagues in hearing range inhaling like they didn’t all also wake up at the exact same motel* *chorus of agreeing chaser noises*

—*intense montage of looking at weather models* *models don’t like you and oops turns out the storms they predicted yesterday are actually three states away, sorry bout that*

—chasers have the ability to see each other’s locations through the use of a mutual radar app. Typically, this isn’t used for any Scientific Reason (TM) but instead used to see which chasers took a bite out of the Bad Decisions Bagel and are now getting pelted by baseball sized hail. Whoopsie daisy.

—chasing is 95% driving, 4% crying while eating gas station food, and 1% getting a front row seat to the wrath of the gods. You will see things you won’t believe, and part of the job is being able to keep your cool while you do

—tornado? Oftentimes not the scary thing while chasing. What is? lightning from the anvil of the storm striking right next to you even though you are miles away. (this is called a positive polarity strike due to the charge arrangement of cloud+ground, and comes from the top of the cloud as opposed to the base. They’re thousands of volts stronger than your average boom). These are affectionately termed “bolts from the blue” and they are terrifying. Why bolt from the blue? You can be standing under clear sky and still get got. Sometimes you’re in Kansas and you’re the tallest object in 100 miles. This instills True Unease.

—the movies often depict the titular main character standing in the middle of what looks to be Actual Hell, all dark and gloomy and windy. Sometimes that does happen. In reality, most of us are outside of the storm looking in, and are surrounded by blue sky on three sides and looking at Super Angry Cloud on the fourth.

—chasers tend to gather at gas stations before they go out on a storm. If you see a large gathering of particularly excitable (and oftentimes a lil disheveled, hey, we’ve been on the road for weeks) people chattering at each other while pointing between their phones and the sky, you should probably head home and brace for things to get a tad bit windy.

—experienced chasers always have something called a “bail out”. This is a pre-planned study of where you think the storm will go and the roads associated, so that if the storm decides it really doesn’t like you, you can leave without getting run over. Some rural counties only have one road. Some counties only have dirt roads. (Hint hint, dirt turns into mud when it gets wet. Don’t do it.)

I could keep going for ages, but we’d be here forever. Anyhow, stormy skies, yall, and if you aren’t sure if it’s a tornado…well, it probably isn’t, but please find shelter anyway and leave the 100+ mph downdraft winds to us.

[surveillance-0011]

Galeem and Dharkon head canons: Redux

Remake of an old post. Dharkon and HCs for their dynamics with each other and the smashers below the cut for length

Galeem

any, tends to default to he/they but is totally partial to whatever

maverique , pan + aroaspec. only very rarely experiences attraction.

Wishes to change the world into one that suits his likeness out of a sense of entitlement and superiority. He thinks the world as it is now is dull and overcomplicated and wishes for one revolving around himself, drenched in light

A very selfish and prideful individual, out of touch for sure.

Presents itself as elegant, sophisticated sort of deity. Cares a lot about presentation and any attack on his ego will be met with an eternal grudge.

They get very humiliated when they are proven wrong and when their facade of coolness breaks. Because it does. A bit more often than Galeem would like too.

They try to act unaffected but they get very emotional. Galeem is always at the extremes when they're upset or even happy.

Genuinely scared of the dark to an extent. He's very glad he glows.

Doesn't really need to eat or drink but can do so and sometimes feels the drive to. Likes cute lil pastries and fruit. Not huge on chocolate though and won't each much of anything else.

Doesn't like most of the smashers but has grown to respect most over time. Likes Kirby the most now that the burning rage has faded and kirby sneaks him bites of cake when he can is nice enough

Also has some bias over the more light-aligned smashers esp Palutena and Pit

Giving the Hands the cold shoulder still. Mocks them behind their backs. Sort of teases MH about being able to control the guy but MH is like "shush you lost you can give it up it's not my first rodeo". though MH is totally still bothered.

Likes classical and very cinematic sort of music.

Loves sunny days, dislikes stormy weathers. That being said, he enjoys snow.

Dharkon

any, defaults to she/he/it in no particular order but as w/ galeem it doesn't matter all that much

genderfluid sapphic/trixic. Greyro? sad little girlboy-boygirlthing

Can change its voice to sound more fem, masc or even in between. Sometimes it does so because of a change in mentality as well (vulnerable,strong,angry, friendly) Its voice is often deep, raspy and rumbling.

This also means he can mimic voices with a lil bit of time and effort. Totally uses this to taunt people.

Wants to plunge the world into darkness out of hatred and apathy for virtually all life. Wishes to be alone with only like individuals in a world of gloomy anarchy.

Certainly very selfish but he's got like. Reverse superiority-inferiority complex. Self loathing but also so hateful of everything else that he decided his way was still the better option. like does that make sense. doomer blackpilled nihilist reddit core.

Not unlike ridley he's smart but sees no need to communicate this. Clever but from a rougher school of thought and can't be assed to talk to people he doesn't respect.

Same as Galeem, doesn't need to eat food in the traditional sense but will do so out of boredom or cravings. Likes rich chocolate and hearty meaty foods. Great spice tolerance also. Eats much more than Galeem 2 fill the void.

Sensitive to light, especially in its weakened spirit form. This keeps him inside, when he is allowed to go out he stays in the shade or waits until twilight and night. Fond of rainstorms and cloudier weather.

Has also warmed up to Kirby somewhat. Still holding a grudge but she's starting to see the humor in being beat by a lil pink puffball, too tired to be angry about it anymore. Not to mention how Kirby is extending an olive branch

More fond of the villains. Has probably talked to Ridley, Seph and Ganon if they approach him.

Also thinks Sonic is kind of cool. Dharkon is Guy Who Only Listens To Sonic Soundtrack ig. That's the sorta person she is.

Likes rock and metal.

Drilled into the Hands for not being able to protect the smashers. Master Hand might've cried a lil about it. ok he totally did. But Dharkon has warmed up a little to Crazy Hand but hasn't been able to reconcile

Slowly starting to be less misanthropic but could still benefit from therapy and some prozac.

Together

Kept under pretty high security with lots of limitations, but allowed some freedom to keep them from being totally miserable.

Allowed to roam around every now and then.

Though it may seem rather odd to not really punish them strongly, the beatdown they've faced and permanent servitude as spirits alongside Typical Smash antics are punishment enough in the Hands' eyes (erm, lack thereof?). And, considering they did what they did out of greed and dissatisfaction, keeping them relatively happy now that their egos are in check seems like the right thing to do.

Clowned on 24/7. The fighters that feel comfortable enough to approach them tend to be teasing or will outright use them for pranks and whatnot.

Kirby is sternly kind to them, willing to turn the other cheek as long as they don't turn back to their old ways. Would totally wipe the floor with them if need be.

For others, the water is not under the bridge. Many want nothing to do with them. Some like Villager, the Ice Climbers and Duck Hunt Duo are terrified of them. Others are hostile. Oddly enough, the pikmin of all folks fall under this latter group and are extremely aggressive towards Galeem and Dharkon. In turn, these forces of light and dark have learned to fear them. Olimar is almost apologetic about it but above all else he just doesn't want his pikmin getting wiped off the face of the earth. Alph gets a little bit of a kick out of it.

Mario isn't having any bullshit. He's very cautious about the whole ordeal and will even admonish the more mischievous individuals that go out of their way to try and rile the two up. Palutena, Rosalina, Peach, Link and Samus are also very, very cautious and keep a close eye out.

Some of the villains are curious about their power, namely Ganon and Sephy. They'd like to harness their powers probably. Ridley is also curious, moreso about Dharkon but it's more like he's sizing them up for revenge.

Wario is still figuring out a way to make a quick buck off of 'em. He almost got Galeem into a mlm scheme that one time. Bowser is more cautious and cares less about trying to win them over and more about trying to avoid them bc he's mad abt his kids being hurt.

Mewtwo is also cautiously curious.

They're enemies but. Sometimes they seem a little. hm. maybe you should just kiss abt it. or something. frolic in the fields. hit each other with squeaky hammers. don't actually stab each other. thanks.

if they could stop arguing they'd be a cool evil couple. They'd be great partners in crime because they do bounce off of each other well on the occasion that they're on the same wavelength. Even when they clash, there is beauty in the way they work off of each other.

The two were kind of friends once upon a time. Whatever happened to them? No one knows, and they won't speak.

They kinda sorta apologized about WOL to each other but it's like. The spongebob scene where they're like "id hate you even if i didn't hate you" that's them 24/7 still. And they're always getting into petty disagreements.

They haven't formally apologized about it to the smashers though.

Dharkon enjoys challenging Galeem and is usually the instigator of their conflicts, but Galeem also angers Dharkon a lot through his smug behavior. Neither apologizes or forgives easily. Galeem can be bribed or buttered up, but Dharkon needs time for sure. And a valid apology.

It's very can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em, tried both. They really cannot imagine life without each other.

[levi-venn]

The First Toothpick

Chapter Eight: It Ain't Forever

Characters: Cad Bane, Crosshair, Tech, Hunter, Jango Fett

Gen Fic - Mentor/Protege

Summary: Cad Bane teaches Crosshair how to be a sniper. The kid picks up some other habits as a result.

Chapter Summary: It's time to part ways. Cad and Crosshair aren't ready.

Read the previous chapters here:

Chapters: Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 |

Also Available on AO3

In the week after Skatter’s attack, Cad made sure the kid got plenty of rest.

This meant Cad had to relax too, just to keep the kid from sneaking off to train with his sniper rifle (which he tried, several times).

They watched holofilms together, ate Baron Burgers, Nectrose Freeze, and anything else not allowed in the Kamino facility, and most importantly Cad taught the kid how to play Sabaac and Dejarik, then how to cheat at both.

It was…nice.

The kid seemed happy, too.

When the day came to return to Kamino, however, a heavy silence fell over both Cad and the kid. Not that either one of them were much for conversation, but this felt different. An oppressive weight instead of a calm blanket.

The kid curled up in Bossk’s chair aboard the Justifier, a subdued look on his face as he cleaned the already pristine sniper rifle, while Cad stayed in the cockpit, boots on the console, leaning back and gazing at the stars as they streaked by. 

This quiet moment should’ve been spent planning how Cad would spend his credits. It was a real lucrative job and there was plenty to think about, but Cad’s brain had other plans. His thoughts floated down the ladder and into the common area where the kiddo’s future had yet to be determined.

Cad wasn’t being paid extra to care. 

“Am I your son?”

Fuck you, Jango, Cad thought, pulling his hat over his eyes and sinking into his chair. You should’ve hired Embo for this.

The Justifier soared through wispy gray clouds towards Tipoca City, morning mist coating the viewport, glittering as the sun dared to peek through the stormy sky.

“Kid,” Cad called out. “Get your shit together. We’re here.”

There was no answer, but he heard rummaging and a weird scraping sound. He was about to yell again when he remembered why the kid was quiet. 

Right, augmented fucking vocal cords .

The Justifier landed, and Cad climbed down the ladder to find the kid standing with his nose practically pressed against the hatch, white-knuckling the strap of his rifle, and the heels of his boots bouncing rhythmically.

Cad smirked, guessing the kid was eager to get back. “Got your bag?”

The kid stopped bouncing suddenly. He nodded, but didn’t look up.

“Got your rifle?” Cad prompted, hoping the playfully dumb question would pull an equally playful hiss out of the kid.

The kid just nodded at the door.

“How about fingers and toes?”

That got him. The kid cracked a brief smile and glanced up at Cad just long enough to reveal why he was avoiding eye contact.

Those damn watery human eyes. Too easy to tell if they’re angry, scared, or just on the edge of cryin’.

Cad punched the release and the door slid open. The kid bolted down the ramp and across the long bridge.

Cad was about to follow when something crunched under his boot. He looked down. Metal shavings littered the ground, leading back to the kid’s chair. Bossk’s chair.

Well, shit. Cad let out a short, raspy laugh. That lil bastard. Bossk’s gonna be pissed.

In neat handwriting, carved into the back of Bossk’s chair were the words: Crosshair was here.  

The “o” was drawn like the fine crosshair reticle taken from both Cad’s scope and the upgraded scope he made for the kid.

Cad rubbed the residual metal shavings away and contemplated the name.

“I think I came up with a name,” Cad said, perched on the fence as he watched Jango feed the fabools.

“Oh yeah?” Jango glanced up, wiping sweat from his brow beneath a ridiculous, but functional straw hat. 

“Yeah, but don’t laugh.” Cad hugged his knees. “I mean it.”

“Caddy…” Jango sounded hurt. “I laugh a lot, but I take names seriously. It’s your legacy and you deserve a good one.”

Cad hated how badly he wanted Jango to approve of this name. It shouldn’t matter. It was his name. Deep in his gut, it felt like his name. But if Jango rejected it…if he told Cad he didn’t deserve it…then would Cad reject it too?

“Spit it out, or I’m gonna start calling you Cad the Conqueror. Cad the Carnage Collector. Cad the Caped-”

“Bane,” Cad snarled, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Cad Bane.”

Jango tilted his head, taking off the dumb hat and giving Cad a thoughtful look. The fabools started bouncing impatiently against Jango’s legs.

“Cad Bane…” 

Just hearing his new name from Jango’s lips already felt like an affirmation. But when that honest smile spread across Jango’s weather-beaten face, Cad knew it was official. “Oya, vod. That’s your name. Cad Bane is who you are.”

Cad tilted his new, wide-brim hat down a little, hiding his eyes. “You can keep callin’ me Caddy, if’n ya want. Just you. No one else.”

“I’d like that,” Jango said. “Caddy Bane and Jango Fett. Partners in crime, yeah?”

“Always,” Cad said. And he truly meant it.

He thought Jango did, too.

Crosshair…

Cad felt a tightness in his chest.  That kid’s fate’s carved in durasteel. You know it. He knows it. Jango sure as fuck knows it.

Cad turned back to the bridge to find the kid - Crosshair - waiting for him outside the facility, rain soaking his silver hair.

He was waiting for Cad.

Sticking a toothpick in his mouth, Cad lowered his hat against the drizzle and strolled down the bridge towards the kid. 

The kid was sniffling and wiping his eyes. “Stupid rain,” he hissed, though the mist was nothing compared to the raindrops falling from the kiddo’s eyes.

“You’re gonna be okay, kiddo,” Cad said and pressed the control panel, opening the door and pushing the kid gently inside.

The kiddo angled his head up at Cad. “But what about-?”

“Crosshair?” A small voice echoed from far down the hallway. 

Cad turned to find a small boy, shorter and skinnier than the kiddo, standing in a gray jumpsuit, a datapad in his hand, and large yellow goggles magnifying his bright, brown eyes.

“Tech,” the kid’s voice cracked as if trying to call out louder than his augmented vocal cords would allow.

Crosshair broke into a run. 

So did Tech.

Cad leaned against the wall, thumbs hooked in his belt, watching the two kids collapse into each other in a hug so hard they fell to the ground. 

“Guess you missed me,” Crosshair hissed a quiet laugh, sitting up.

“An educated guess considering I don’t like losing my balance,” Tech said, adjusting his crooked goggles. They sat in the middle of the hallway, side-by-side, Tech's head on Crosshair's shoulder as they talked. “Wrecker cried two nights ago because he thought you were retired. I told him crying was a waste of energy since we have no proof if you were alive or dead.”

“I bet that made him cry harder,” Crosshair said.

Tech sighed. “It did and Hunter made me apologize.”

“Did…Hunter miss me?”

Before Cad could hear the answer, his attention turned to the familiar, assertive footsteps of his former mentor.

“Welcome back, Cad,” Jango said, standing beside Cad, helmet tucked under his arm. “Did the cadet give you any trouble?”

“Not any more than I used to cause you,” Cad said, folding his arms and tonguing his toothpick. “He’s ready to deal with anything y’all throw at him.”

“Good to hear.” Jango pulled out his datapad. “Well, deal’s a deal.” 

Cad felt a buzz in his duster pocket signaling a heap of credits was just added to his account.

“Appreciate you taking this on, Cad. Knew you'd see it through.”

Cad and Jango stood there, both watching the kids as if they were at a park in the middle of Coruscant rather than a facility equipped to turn children into killing machines.

Cad sensed Jango wanted to say something, the hesitation apparent on his twitching lower lip and the way he glanced over at Cad watching the kids. “Either say it or don’t, but don’t keep lookin’ at me with those anooba pup eyes, Jango.”

“You could stay. Help train these kids to be prepared for…the future.”

“I ain’t gonna train kids to become soldiers that die for someone else’s cause.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Cad.”

“No it ain’t.” Cad said and spat his toothpick. It landed on Jango’s boot.

“If you change your mind-”

“I won’t.”

Jango sighed. “Fine. Take care of yourself, okay, Caddy.”

It felt like a knife had sheathed itself neatly in Cad’s chest right in the hole Jango left when he abandoned him. Cad refused to look at him. “Always do.”

Jango walked away. So did Cad.

And just like that, the job was over. The contract was closed. Cad Bane had no more business here. 

Cad got as far as the exit sign before stopping in his tracks.

If I leave now…what happens to Crosshair? He deserves better, but what the fuck am I gonna do with a kid? Crosshair Bane, son of a bounty hunter whose profession is to piss off half the galaxy? Who has to look over his shoulder for bastards like Skatter every day of his life?  What kind of future is that for the kiddo?

Then again, what future does he got right now?

Cad spun around. “Fett,” he snarled. “We need to talk.”

Jango looked back at Cad with a measured look. “What do you-”

“Not here,” Cad said, he glanced back at the kiddo eyeing him curiously before his attention was pulled back to Tech who was talking non-stop about something on his datapad.

“This way,” Jango said, and walked around the curvature of the hallway, stopping at a subtle door leading into a viewing room overlooking an obstacle course.

Jango set his helmet down and leaned against the glass pane. Far below the room, a group of identical kids dodged live blaster fire and were chased by skinny beige training droids Cad had never seen before. 

Cad pulled out another toothpick and stuck it between his fangs. 

“What’s wrong, Cad?”

Cad watched two of the kids crumple to the floor, while their brothers leapt over them, scrambling to safety from a barrage of blaster bolts.

Fuck this…

“How much do you want for him?” Cad asked.

There weren’t many things that threw the famous Mandalorian off his game, but Jango actually flinched. “What?” 

“How much do you want for the kid? He and I work well together. He's better off with me.”

“With you,” Jango said dryly. “He's better off as some bounty hunter’s lackey?”

Cad rested his thumbs against his belt buckle. “I’d teach him all I know. He’d be…my legacy.”

Jango’s face fell, and for a split moment, Cad thought maybe this longshot would pay off. 

“I’ll give you your credits back right now,” Cad continued. “And add more to sweeten the pot. Just name a price.”

“Dammit, Cad,” Jango sighed. “It’s not up to me. Even if it was, he’s part of a squad. We can’t split them up.”

“I’ll take the lot, then,” Cad said, feeling a little dizzy at his own proposal. He’d need a new ship. They’d need new clothes and a lot more food. Crosshair ate like he was part airlock. “Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, the whole-”

“Stop,” Jango snapped. “Dank farrik, Cad, what you’re asking is impossible. This isn’t for me to decide.”

“Your DNA runs through their veins. If not you, then who else do I gotta pay off?”

“This isn’t about credits. What they’re doing in this facility is a lot bigger than either of us. They aren’t orphaned kids…not like you. They’re-”

“Don’t fucking say it.”

“They’re property of their sponsor. Which isn’t me.”

Cad felt his hope start to lose its grip. “Jango…”

“You need to leave,” Jango said, standing up and slipping his helmet on. “Bringing you here was a mistake. It’s better for…all of us if you leave and never return.”

Cad’s hope plunged into the icy depths. He bared his fangs. “This is kraytshit, Jango. This whole program, this whole facility. It ain’t right and it ain’t you. And...I ain’t leavin’ without him.”

“Leave. Now. I’m not telling you again.” 

And then Jango did something unimaginable to Cad Bane. He squared up, helmet on, and a hand over his blaster, like he was ready for a duel at high-noon. Of all the people in the galaxy, Jango was the last person Cad expected to face him like this.  

His mentor, his hero, his best friend. 

There was a time when he’d do anything for Jango Fett.

…Those days were dead and gone.

And Cad, for the first time in his life, surrendered. “Have it your way, Fett.”

For most folks, it was near impossible to read a Mandalorian’s expression once that helmet was on, but Cad felt Jango’s regret in the subtle way the helmet tilted. 

“Caddy Bane and Jango Fett. Partners in crime, yeah?”

“Always.”

“Just one last thing,” Cad said, keeping his hands up and away from his blaster.

Jango’s scoff came out staticky through the vocoder. “You got a lot of nerve asking for anything else, Bane.”

“It ain’t much, just…get rid of Lieutenant Pynk. He’s a shit teacher and these kids ain’t gonna get anywhere with him. Choose someone like you. Hell, you teach ‘em. But not him.”

Jango didn’t move for several long seconds, then his posture relaxed. “That…I can do.”

“I got your word?” Cad pressed, lowering his hands slowly.

“You have my word,” Jango said. He didn’t remove his helmet. The last time Cad would see Jango was through a damn t-visor. “Goodbye, Bane.”

Cad made his own way back to the main hallway towards the docking platform’s exit. 

The kid was waiting for him, blocking the door. A toothpick in his mouth, arms folded, and a boot making black streaks against the pristine white wall.

“Figured you’d be with your brothers by now,” Cad said.

“I want you to meet them,” Crosshair replied, looking down at the floor.

“Kiddo…”

“I told them all about you. They want to meet you. Please…”

Cad knew if he walked into a room with three more kids like Crosshair, he’d be putting himself in another impossible situation.

“Can’t. Trust me, it’s better this way.”

“Are you coming back? Can I train more with you?”

“You got all the trainin’ you need. I ain’t bein’ paid to do more than I did.”

“I just…” Crosshair looked up at Cad with large, heartbroken eyes. “I want you to come back.”

“It can’t happen.”

The look of devastation hit Cad’s heart harder than if the kid had shot him point blank.

“Okay,” the kid mumbled, his eyes falling to his own boots as he started to walk away.

“Wait. Just…hold on a sec,” Bane sighed and knelt down. “C’mere.” He took off his toothpick pouch and opened the flap showing Crosshair the mythosaur skull burned within. It was stuffed with toothpicks. “You hold onto this for me, okay? It’s my lucky pouch so I’m gonna want it back one day. It better be in good condition or I’m kickin’ your ass, ya hear?”

Crosshair cracked a smile and took the pouch. 

“Roger that,” he said and clipped it to his belt next to his own pouch filled with more toothpicks and a melted starsbar. 

“There’s…something else.” Cad said against his better judgment. He pulled out a small chit. “This chit has my personal frequency on it. Memorize it, then destroy it. If things fall to shit here and you need a - whatever the military calls it - an ‘ evac’ out of this whole damn life, you comm me and I’ll come getcha.”

Crosshair took the chit. 

“Bane?” Tears started to escape the kid’s brave, glassy eyes. “Is my life going to fall to shit?”

Bane rubbed his face and huffed. “I don’t know, kiddo. But no one really knows what life’s gonna throw at us. What I can tell ya, is that what you're feelin' now, it ain’t forever, and it sure as hell ain’t the last time we’re seein’ each other. I promise ya that.”

The hug came out of nowhere. Little arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a death grip. 

Cad Bane didn't know what to do. He knelt there. Stunned.

“What? Duros don’t hug? At all?”

“What the fuck is a ‘hug’?” Cad asked, sneering behind his beer. 

“You’re fucking with me…” Jango swayed on the cantina stool. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to our shitty little crew and I wanna hug about it.”

“You’re drunk.”

“And you…need a big ol’ mando hug.”

The hell of it was…Cad wanted that hug. Desperately.

He had needed a hug since he was old enough to understand what loneliness meant. 

And a hug from Jango Fett - the first person Cad ever truly trusted, someone who was always going to be there for him - sounded damn near perfect.

But that’s the thing about wanting something this badly. It only makes life more painful when it’s taken away. Cad was used to losing those that mattered to him. 

If he ever lost Jango, he didn't think he'd recover.

“No hugs. Duros custom.”

“Fine, fine,” Jango hiccupped. “Can’t fuck with ‘Duros custom’.”

A few minutes later, Cad tentatively leaned against Jango’s shoulder.

And a minute after that, Jango quietly draped a loose arm around Cad's neck. 

They sat like that for a while.

It was nice.

Too nice. 

But he tried to enjoy it while the moment lasted.  

Cad gave Crosshair a strong pat on the back and waited for the kid’s grip to loosen. He didn't. He sighed and rested a hand on the kid's back.

“Listen, kiddo, people like you n’ me are survivors. We’re too damn stubborn to let this galaxy swallow us whole. Just keep your head up, keep those boots moving forward, and follow your gut n’ your gut alone. Got it?”

Crosshair mumbled something, but it was muffled against Cad’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna be okay, Crosshair.”

The kid suddenly pulled back, cheeks wet and he sniffled loudly. “Do you like it?”

Cad wondered if that innocent and hopeful expression on the kid's face is what Jango saw when Cad told him his new name.

Cad smirked. “You’re still Kiddo to me, but…yeah, Crosshair. You did good.”

The smile lit the kid’s whole damn face up. It was a wider smile than this galaxy deserved. A smile that Cad used to wear whenever Jango gave him that coveted approval.

“Go on, then,” Cad said, gently prying himself away and standing up. “Go be with your brothers.”

Crosshair gave a little salute, without a trace of sarcasm. “Bye, Bane.”

Walking back to the Justifier, Cad hoped that Crosshair would use that comm chit before Cad left orbit.

The practical side of him knew that the next time they saw each other, they’d both probably be completely different people.

And he wasn’t wrong.

***

The Clone Wars came and it was a profitable handful of years.

Cad made a lot of money off of desperate people and power-hungry gangsters alike. Whenever a job in Coruscant was available, he’d swipe it up, if only to scope out the clones stationed there.

He never did see a silver-haired clone among the troops, just a sea of identical helmets. He didn’t like the idea that any one of them could’ve been Crosshair.

His personal frequency remained quiet for years. Long after the Clone Wars was over…after the Empire made everything more complicated.

When the comm finally came in, however, it wasn’t from Crosshair…

…it was from one of his brothers.

“You got a lotta guts callin’ me,” Cad sneered, recognizing the soldier in front of him. “Figurin’ after our lil showdown over the lil lady's bounty you’d wanna steer clear.”

Hunter’s snarl reminded Cad a lot of a lil kid long ago, snarling in the wheat field, angry at himself for missing a target and angrier at the bounty hunter shooting at his feet for hesitating. 

“Trust me,” Hunter said. “This wasn’t a call I wanted to make, but I’m not callin’ for me. It’s for Crosshair.”

Cad’s sneer faltered. He sat up. “What happened?”

Hunter’s surprise was evident on his face. Guess he didn’t figure Cad Bane cared about anything but credits. That was true…but he’d do anything for the kid. 

“Come to these coordinates,” the soldier said. “He needs help…and he asked for you.”

[guppygiggles]

im already curious abt the new OC!! Ingrid looks so lovely~

what inspired the head shape, btw? im also very intrigued by the "one grade ahead" comment... lil Avery in school :((((( /pos so adorable

Hello! I am touched by your interest in her, thank you! 💙 She is based on cirrus clouds, pictured above.

I'm going to infodump a bit here, because clouds are my special interest (shocking nobody, haha) and all of my characters are based on real science. I'll put it under a cut, because I know not everybody appreciates my long-winded expositions, and that's perfectly okay. 💙 I'll talk a bit about your second point toward the end.

I'll start with Avery, since he's the one you know!

Avery was inspired by cumulonimbus clouds, which are the only genus of cloud that can produce all types of weather conditions. While nimbostratus can produce rain, snow, and sleet, only cumulonimbus can create thunder, lightning, and even tornadoes (if they get angry enough). All clouds can fluctuate in size, but cumulonimbus are able to grow larger and are physically stronger than any other genus. Cumulonimbus clouds, like all genera, also have their own species; Avery, specifically, is a cumulonimbus calvus (flat bottom, puffy top). If you were to touch Avery's skin, you would be able to feel that there's a storm inside of him. Looking closely, you would see that his internal "texture" is always shifting and moving. Cumulonimbus clouds always have a mixed composition (a mixture of water and ice crystals), and they can span all layers of the troposphere, so their internal temperate can fluctuate.

Worth mentioning here is that being of a specific genus or species does not mean anything for a cloud's personality; they can vary as much as human personalities can. It would be wrong to make assumptions about a cloud's about disposition based on their appearance (which, by the way -- any cloud can have any body type. The form/shape of their body is not determined by their genus or species, only their head shape, physical abilities and composition).

That said, all cloudkind are generally friendly and altruistic; they exist in a society that is based on compassion and interest in the welfare of its members, not competition.

Ingrid is based on cirrus clouds, specifically, cirrus unicus (pictured above). In Latin, the name means "curly hooks"; they are generally thin, whispy clouds, sometimes also called mares' tails. Cirrus is the only genus that contains the unicus species. Unlike cumulonimbus, cirrus clouds can only form at high altitudes and are composed of ice crystals, which is why she is always cold and would be cold to the touch, too. Optical phenomena, like sun dogs, halos, and cloud iridescence are often associated with cirrus clouds. They cannot produce weather phenomena, but they are often an indicator that stormy weather is coming soon.

On Avery and Ingrid's relationship, they grew up together, and their families are very close. Education is incredibly important in cloud society and is, of course, free and accessible for everyone. I'm planning on writing more about them and their friendship in the future. :3 I think they would have been so cute as kids, too! Personally, I have worked around children for much of my career, I have a huge heart for kids and find them fascinating.

Importantly, if I ever draw my characters as children, it will be for storybuilding purposes only and will NOT involve tickling. Canonically, tickling does not even exist as a concept in Cirropa, and Avery is the only cloud who has ever left.

[hungarrrrrr]

ALL ABOARD MY CRACK SHIPS!! 🚢🚢🚢

(in no particular order)

Alya x Adrien (Rena x Chat) same brain cell all the way

Ok ik I said they share the same brain cell and I still think Rena and Chat do but Alya and Adrien’s dynamic is a lil different. They’d probably start off as friends first. I think Alya would take him out of his comfort zone and show him new and exciting things. Like adrenaline junkie things bc Alya is so fun and fearless. Also different foods bc her mom is a Chef.

Stormy Weather x Chat Noir. gets flustered/angry when teased x teaser

okay I think this one is pure crack but it’d be so silly! Soo much banter, so many puns. There is no real explanation or justification for this ship, I just watched Stormy Weather and found them fun. also I love stormy weather’s design

Chloe x Adrien aww childhood friends to lovers.

Of course their relationship would have some ups and downs but Adrien is kind, patient, and forgiving giving Chloe the room to fully develop into a better person. Chloe would help Adrien become more assertive and firm, not only with her bc she can act like a brat sometimes, but also with his father and people who try to take advantage of him (FÉLIX). He would probably only get like that on occasion though and Chloe would usually be the one to say he ordered no pickles on his burger.

Chloe x Kagami (Queen Bee x Ryuko) tsundere x kuudere.

I can see this going two of ways, either enemies to lovers or something similar to a celebrity/popular person and person who doesn’t give a shit and treats them like a normal person. Kagami would call Chloe out on her shit n that would simultaneously piss Chloe off and make her contemplate the way she acts. Maybe they both connect over their love for Adrien, platonic or romantic (😱 love triangle where the opponents fall in love instead!?!?) Both are some how extremely blunt while also being emotionally constipated. I like to imagine that when Chloe is being rude for attention Kagami would ignore her until Chloe asks directly for what she wants(cuddles).

Luka x Nino (Viperion x Carapace) chill guy x nervous wreck.

When Nino is stressed Luka is always there to calm him down. Otherwise, they’re both super chill and bond over music. In the past, Nino would sometimes entertain the idea of learning an instrument and making his own music but now that Luka’s in his life and is starting a band, he has more motivation to learn the keyboard. He would probably replace Adrien in Kitty Section (sorry adrien). But if Adrien rlly wants to be in the band Nino has no problem just directing/editing the music videos for them or background sound stuff.

Nino x Marinette complete disasters.

Definitely awkward in the beginning. Especially if they both have crushes on eachother. Nino would make Marinette playlists as a way of communicating his feelings. Either the titles of all the songs say a message or the songs themselves are the message. So much blushing, nervous laughter, and slip-ups (if they can even talk to eachother at all), Adrien and Alya would help them fall in love and confess and possibly develop feelings for each other while doing so.

Rose x Max might be a lil ooc but cinnamon roll x cynical or more accurately blind optimist x extreme realist

lol I lowkey started writing a whole short story/synopsis for these two but long story short Rose gets Max to believe in the improbable and to stop relying so much brain and more on his heart. Rose can be kind of naive so Max helps Rose use her brain and start questioning others and their intentions more. When Rose tell Max about her illness he would freak out, research it, and bring Rose’s favorite things as much as possible if she was in the hospital. He even would build her a robot that tells jokes, plays movies, and has custom video games that she would like. Idk.

To be honest most of these started off as jokes but now that I’ve typed out their dynamics I think some of these ships could actually work.

[ask-yuki-tsukime]

((MASTERPOST YIPPEE))

“Hello! I’m Yuki! …What, you’ve got a problem with this knife I’ve got? Come on man, it’s completely unrelated!…” Facts about me!

-16 years old

-she/he/they

-pansexual

-ambiamorous

-weird, freaky, eccentric, you name it, it probably describes me

-you’ll get used to me, don’t worry!

-Your local assassin! I take commissions for the right price ;) although… I don’t think I should’ve said that out loud.

-I love big thunderstorms! They give me so much energy!

-people like calling me deranged. Don’t worry about that :D

TAGS: {☁️Yuki Rambles~} - Just her randomly talking

{☁️Yuki Lore!~} - backstory/lore about her

{☁️Yuki’s Answers~} - she answers an ask

{⛈️Stormy Weather~} - she gets agitated/angry

{🌧️Under the Weather~} - sad Yuki :(

{☁️Yuki Interacts!~} - interaction with other characters/OCs

THE CLOUDS IN HER DIALOGUE WILL CHANGE DEPENDING ON HER MOOD: ☁️ - neutral/calm

⛈️ - angry

🌧️ - sad

🌩️ - mildly angry/frustrated

🌨️ - feeling numb/disconnected/depressed(?)

🌥️ - excited/happy

🌦️ - any manner of psychotic/deranged/weird mixed Yuki emotions

((OOC under cut!))

Hi guys! This is my OC Yuki Tsukime :3 she was originally intended to be a Naruto OC but is now kind of fandom-hopping so you can interact with her no matter what fandom! (Preferably one I know tho lmao)

She has 2 masks - one is the fox-looking one that she usually wears on the side of her head, which she’s fine with taking off but it’s very important to her!

The 2nd is a black and gray gas-mask looking thing that only covers the bottom half of her face. She keeps this on because of her least favorite scar, one slashed across her mouth (horizontally, like the Joker lmao) she has scars ALL over her body though, like covering EVERY SURFACE. She’ll be vague about why.

Her powers are lightning related, which is why storms give her energy! (But I guess her having/not having powers would alter based on the universe she’s in)

BOUNDARIES FOR ASKS/INTERACTIONS

-NO NSFW, MOD AND CHARACTER ARE BOTH MINORS

-she’s a lil crazy, you can go with it or freak out, she doesnt mind either way

-have fun with it!

-please don’t touch her unless you want to die (this excludes friends/lovers)

@toniothegammafish @thesilliestofallqueers @rebootgrimm @ask-sora-aguilar @schnozzlebozzle

@bioexorcismss @piigeonss @weirdassartist @clown-prince-of-gay @lilacquintet 

@wakatoshi-main @metal-mage @vv4loe 

YIPPEE

[lovetransaction]

HAPPY WW MY DARLING!!

This week I wanna know what your favorite Sam/Dean song is and maybe a lil drabble if you're feeling very inspired

There's probably other ones that fit this question better in tone/genre (Estranged by Guns 'n' Roses, Walls by Tom Petty) but today I'm going Holly Cole's "Make it Go Away" because it's the soft private intimate part of their relationship where they have expectations of each other and that's fine, it's good, it's what they want because they're brothers and that comes before everything. They both go through periods where they feel like nothing's gonna get better and the other one is the most constant and beloved source of help.

Cause I’m not angry I’m not crying I’m just in over my head You could be the angel that stayed on my shoulder When all of the other angels left

/ / /

-- and nothing comes before Dean, not to Sam, even when Dean spends ages with his fingers digging into the sides of the sink staring at his face in the mirror like he can't focus his eyes long enough to recognize himself after what he's done, what's been done to him, what he needs to do. That burden on Dean's shoulders is heavy like when they'd been little and Dean carried both their backpacks for them after school, walking back to whatever motel they were in, Dad gone with the car so they were left hoofing. Because nothing comes before Sam, not to Dean, who knows they need to learn lessons and they'll have to make sacrifices but in the meantime his kid brother doesn't need to know all the truths, can stand to hang on to his feral younger sibling self-involvement a while longer because it includes Dean, doesn't it? The first name Sam learned to spell, even before his own, like that was all he'd need. The generous barometer of Dean's moods, climate control in little brother form, braving Dean's stormy weather. It's tasks and chores and jobs and things they do for each other, some grudging some not, some cheerful some not, some painful some not, because they love each other; and what is love if not fond tasks, performed unendingly?

[redfountainpostin]

7) The same way, Darcy is always there when Riven runs track, screaming in the stands, cheering him on, etc. He always wins track (he's fast as fuck boiiiiiiii) and she runs into his arms after not caring that he's super sweaty. 8) This, I just realized, is a perfect way to include the "where's your cheerleader" thing for Day of the Rose. Obviously Riven's reply is gonna be different, but it's a reason why it gets under his skin so much. His girlfriend is not there. 9) Riven was NOT aware of Musa's crush on him and actually got along with her kinda for a short while before everything went tits up. They bond over love for music and one day he actually requested she plays a song he likes on the party she was DJing and then she had to watch as he danced with Darcy to that song. Hehe. 10) Darcy is VERY much aware of Musa's crush on Riven and hates her for it. She doesn't mind other girls thinking he's hot but Musa is actually in love and although she would never make a move on a taken guy, she's sniffing too close for Darcy's taste. Part of the reason why she's so pissed is bc Darcy can tell that Riven and Musa are compatible. 11) Which is not to say that Darcy and Riven *aren't*. She just ruined it with like. 8000 bad choices. 12) Riven kinda sorta does believe in zodiac; He doesn't know the exact time of his birthday and it's killing me so for himself and Darcy he did like 20 different calculations, 15 of those were positive, 3 were meh and 2 were RUN BOY RUN. When he like 2 years later texted Musa to ask about her exact time of birth for "no reason" girl nearly peed herself from happiness and called her dad immediately. It was the first time she called the dude in 4 months. Lol. 13) Riven is actually heartbroken about Darcy. He's angry too, and is focusing on that, but hate hurts almost as much as love. He was *in love* with that girl, the problem is she manufactured so much of their relationship that love now has nowhere to stand on. He doesn't know how to get rid of it when he doesn't know how he got it. Usually when you break up you can look back and be like "yeah well I fell in love because of X" with Riven, he can't remember WHY. Bc she got him right away. He fell in love with her *after* being under a spell for like 2 months. It's extremely confusing and distressing especially for someone so young. 14) Riven and Darcy still speak over the phone in season 2, or better say, they *scream* over the phone. Riven is angry because of... everything, INCLUDING the way she hurt so many people, got *him* to contribute to that. Darcy doesn't understand his morals here because she KNOWS Riven did a lot of dark shit (including murder- my dude has a body count and for a good reason) and Riven in turn is furious she would use that in an argument and is legitimately tweaking that she doesn't see the difference between self defense/defense of others and killing people for power. And Darcy feels that he betrayed her and gave her up. To which Riven screams "I did not leave you you left ME". One time Brandon actually had to take his phone away and end the call bc Riven was legitimately losing it. 15) Because I want to keep it romantic, I think Darcy should die saving Riven's life. It's the least she could do. Riven falls apart for days afterwards, even though this is a few years after the events of season 1. Icy blames him. Stormy... I'm not sure. Stormy was his best friend prior and during season 1, so it's really complicated. 16) Riven's dragon nearly burned Darcy alive when she came near. In retrospect, that should have been a warning sign. 17) Riven once needed a long shower bc he reeked of like 30 different perfumes. He was trying to pick one out for Darcy and was testing them by spraying a lil bit on his wrist but he hated every single one and before he knew it he smelled like a vanilla chocolate fruit salad with berries and sandwood threw up on him.

Could you share some of your driven/darven headcanons? 💕 Greetings from @darlenicy

Hi hun! Of course! Okay these are for my "lighter" driven/darven 1) They were together since before Bloom arrived, started dating in the second semester of season 1. 2) They are the IT couple of the 3 schools currently, shortly upon their break up in season 1 they're dethroned by Brella. 3) Riven met Lucy before Darcy and she at the very beginning of season 1 told Darcy about him saying they'd make a cute couple, but Darcy though he's too pretty from picture, and then she met him and was like oh no you're fine. (true story bro 4) Speaking of Lucy, Riven actually knows her decently well bc she's constantly trying to rub elbows with his gf and her sisters; since Riven is Darcy's boyfriend and Stormy's best friend, and doesn't mind telling Darcy off, she thinks he's sooo cool because he's part of the "cool crowd". She once bagered him into taking her to Magix too when he was picking some stuff up for a party, it's the scene from Barbie where Lucy is like "I already told Icy I was coming with you, you can't make me look uncool in front of Icy" "ICY IS NOT COOL!" "to me she is :(" 5) Riven called her a lesbian and she took it as an insult, threw a hissy fit, said that he's profiling her, she never ever crushed on a girl- and then she came out next year dating Mirta. Riven is at their wedding 10 years later and he was not a part of the wedding party, but he got tipsy and made a speech none the less telling that story. 6) Darcy is a ballet dancer, part of a very posh company that's medium high in prestige; they're like a fancy version of community theater. She's a student dancer, basically. Riven goes to every play she's in, and sometimes even drives her to practice, sometimes staying to watch.

[chisatowo]

Oc doodle moments

[deezligmanuts]

Due to another accident, the human reader has been split apart into their core emotions (Happiness, Fear, Sadness, Anger, etc.) and all of the emotions are running around. Until this is fixed, all of the emotions have to be watched/gathered in one area so they aren’t just lost and wandering around. Headcanons for how MTMTE Drift, MTMTE Swerve, and MTMTE Rodimus would deal with this.

(Mtmte Rodimus)

Roddy would start by finding the happy you by making his way through his office, and there you are! Sitting on his chair happily reading his reports like a child reading a fun little storybook.

Next up is finding Sadness, easily found by the sobbing sounds made by blue you in the halls by his habsuite trying to look for him, rushing his way over and plucking you up from the metal floor to hold you as you wept and vent about whatever's making you sad.

Now anger is also pretty easy, all he has to do is call your favorite thing overrated and there you are popping through the corner angrily stomping your way at him, you even get more grumpy as the big red bot holds you and brings you to brainstorm's lab.

Fear, also easy to find he just has to close the lights and call out to you and there you are running into his arms with a death grip.

Now that all of them are in the makeshift pen that Brainstorm made Rodimus gets to take a break from his reports and keep watch of you.

(Mtmte Drift)

Happy you is found in your shared habsuite playing with all the gifts he got you as well as the scented candles he had bought for some more intimate moments, the many candle's scent spreads around the room as you happily fiddle with the dress he gave you for your anniversary.

Sadness is found wandering the halls as they search for their lover, happily plucking them up Drift puts them in your shared habsuite with happiness so that little happy could comfort them as Drift sets out to find the other emotions.

Drift lures anger to him with the help of some bots, said bot's help is to insult and degrade him, calling Drift names and such all for angry little you to stomp your way at them with the intent to throw hands at whoever is saying such things to their lover.

Now with fear he wouldn't do anything to scare his them to lure them to him, he'll just call out your name around the halls and eventually they'll make their way to him.

Now that all of them are in his hands he makes his way to Brainstorm's lab in hopes that he gets his little human back in piece.

(Mtmte Swerve)

Happy is found at either his bar serving drinks and talking with other bots, in his habsuite watching a movie, or following him around like a cat that wants more treats and pets.

Sadness is easily found in his habsuite crying at the movie Titanic, he gets distracted as he watches the movie and cries with you too.

Anger is found by simply insulting Swerve on how talkative he is, Swerve has to pull you away from the mech before you scratch his face off with your bare hands.

Fear is also found by switching off the lights, all he has to do now is wait for you to come to him and you are complete. Well not "complete complete" just all of you come together in a lil cuddle session before he takes you to Brainstorm's to get you back together.

When all are finally in Brainstorm's lab Swerve talks to all of you about various topics of TV shows and such while Stormy is setting up his machine to get you back together again.

[starlight-loki]

The Heatwave (Loki x Reader)

Or, That Time You Saw A Different Side of Loki

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

A/N: It’s been a long time, but I’m slowly coming back :’) thanks for being patient with me folks. In return, I hope you enjoy this lil fic — it involves Jotun!Loki ;))

Out of all the days for the air conditioner to stop working, of course it had to happen during the hottest week of the year.

Tony had built countless Iron Man suits, engineered a new renewable energy source strong enough to power all of New York, and yet somehow — four days of attempted repairs later — he still wasn’t able to fix the Compound’s air conditioning system.

The temperatures were skyrocketing in New York, hovering steady in the 100s for the last few days. At first it was nice to have the strong heat filter through the building. After a summer that began mostly with cloudy days and sometimes stormy skies, the sunlight was a welcome gift to you and the rest of the Avengers. Sure the air conditioning was broken in the building, but at least it finally felt like summer, right? Going a few days in the heat wouldn't be all that bad.

Your optimism quickly melted away the longer the sun shone, however, and soon enough you found yourself in a completely different mood.

“Okay, who took all the ice?”

You shifted your gaze up from your sprawled-out position on the floor as you heard Bucky’s angry demand. He was leaning so far in the freezer, he was practically lying in it.

A few halfhearted shrugs rippled their way throughout the handful of Avengers scattered around the living room with you.

“The ice tray was full an hour ago!” Bucky jabbed a finger accusingly at the now-empty spot in the freezer. “And there were five ice packs in here as well. They're gone now. Where are they?"

As if on cue, Thor lumbered into the living room with an ice pack, which he had fastened around his head using a T-shirt to keep it in place. The other four remaining ice packs were attached in a similar fashion around his arms and legs, bearing an odd resemblance to the floaties toddlers wear while swimming. As if that wasn't enough, Thor was also hugging a bag containing all of the Compound's remaining ice against his chest, as if it were a teddy bear.

Thor looked like, in every way possible, an absolute child.

You could almost feel the prickling anger radiating off the Avengers' glares as everyone watched Thor plop himself into an empty armchair. Or... maybe that was the heat making you feel itchy. At this point, it was so hot that it was hard to tell where the sun ended and where your body began.

"I swear on the gods," Thor mumbled absentmindedly. "It was never even this hot on Muspelheim. I'll bet Surtur himself would've rather died than endure this heat..."

"Are five ice packs really necessary, though?" You demanded, propping your chin up on your hands as you glared at the Asgardian from your position on the floor. "What about the rest of us?"

Thor simply dismissed you with a noodle-like wave of his hand.

"Your mortal bodies burn far less energy than mine." Thor reclined back in his chair, moving his ice pack so it covered his eyes like a sleeping mask. "You'll be fine. Myself, on the other hand-"

"Those ice packs had my name on them!" Bucky exclaimed, stomping into the living room. "I specifically said not to touch them-"

"If anyone deserves ice packs right now," Tony interrupted with a sharp glare. "It's me. I bought the fridge, after all. My kitchen, my rules."

"Well then, what about me, huh?" Bruce nearly sprung off the couch, and your eyes widened in alarm as you noticed the edges of his skin had a sudden green tinge. "I was the one who made the ice, I deserve the bag."

"Absolutely not." Thor tightened his grip on the bag of ice in emphasis. "I found the bag first."

"Oh my god, you guys." You sighed, pushing yourself up off the floor as you rolled your eyes. Even the little amount of physical exertion it took to get back into a standing position made you feel tired. "Just make more ice, it'll be ready in a few hours."

"That's too long of a wait," Tony answered, sprawling dramatically over his section of a couch as if to emphasize his point. "I'll have melted right into the floor before the ice is done."

You shook your head, the fog of the heat sparking your irritation like a lit match to gasoline. "Maybe you should've invested in a faster ice maker then. Or at least a second freezer."

"Hey." Tony pointed a finger accusingly at you, only to be met by stifled giggles from the other Avengers.

"Better yet..." You swiped a hand over your forehead, cringing at the sheen of sweat that now stuck to your palm. It was too hot to even simply stand in one spot. "...you could've designed an air conditioning system that would, oh I don't know, actually work."

You must have uttered the magic words -- or perhaps 'cursed words' was a better term in this situation -- because a newfound wave of bickering emerged from your teammates, all of them buzzing in irritation like little mosquitoes.

Your patience had already been worn thin over the last few days. You didn't know how much more arguing you could tolerate.

You watched Thor angrily lob an ice pack at Bucky, only for his expression to morph into disappointed shame as Bucky triumphantly grasped the frozen treasure like a trophy, and you realized now would be a good time to go back to your own room.

It was a few degrees hotter in there, you thought to yourself bitterly as you walked down the hall, but at least you didn't have to share the space with these children.

As you passed by Loki's room, your pace faltered as you noticed his door had been left open.

He was hunched over on his bed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he lost himself in the worn paperback novel that sat in his lap. Your eyes widened as you took in the god's outfit.

He was wearing a thin sweater and jeans. Jeans. In 100 degree weather.

"You're insane." You couldn't help but splutter as you continued staring at Loki in disbelief from the doorway. Loki smirked, setting his book to the side before getting up to greet you with a friendly nod. You caught him look you up and down, before his features creased into a slight frown.

"And you... look like a wilted plant. Y/N, are you alright?”

You gave Loki a small shrug. "The kids are arguing in the living room again, Thor took all our ice packs, it feels like we have heated floors everywhere, and to be honest, I've started to feel a little dizzy."

Loki sighed as he took in your burst of information. With a small smile, he guided you into his room with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"What about you?" You asked, gesturing to Loki's outfit. "Aren't you ready to pass out in that? Did you open a portal to New York in December and not tell me about it?"

Loki chuckled, the sound a warm gift to your ears compared to the screeching that had gone on earlier in the living room amongst the other Avengers.

"I'm different, I suppose."

"Well, whatever it is," you replied, stretching out on Loki's bedroom floor in an attempt to cool off as best as you could. "You and Thor certainly don't share the same temperature genes. You should see him, he's whining like a baby and he's got an icepack on each limb."

Loki smirked at your words, and you could've sworn you caught a flash of nervousness behind Loki's eyes. You couldn't help but wonder if you had said something wrong, but the emotion vanished as quickly as it came.

"I don't know how much longer I can survive in this heat." You mumbled as you laid down on your stomach and rested your head on your arms. "I haven't slept in nearly three days, I'm losing my mind."

Loki was sitting behind you, out of your range of vision, but you heard him let out a rather ragged and conflicted sigh. You frowned, unable to discern what exactly was going through the god's mind.

"I think I can help you," Loki began, his voice sounding rather constrained. Soft footsteps padded over to you, and you looked up just as he extended a hand towards you.

"How?" You asked with a frown as he helped you back up onto your feet. "Have you got a human-sized freezer you're hiding in your bathroom? Or better yet, a working air conditioner no one knows about?"

You laughed lightly at your own sarcasm, but your smile quickly faltered as you noticed how tense Loki had suddenly become. You were close enough to him now that you noticed he was clenching his jaw, and he kept picking at his hands.

"Loki-"

"Icanhelpyou." Loki repeated, the words emerging out of his mouth in a jumbled mess. "I- I can help you. I can't bear watching you suffer in this heat. But you have to promise me something."

"Anything, Loki. You're my best friend, you know I'd do anything to help you in return."

"You must keep your eyes closed the entire time."

You blinked in surprise. You weren't sure what request you were expecting from the Asgardian, but it certainly wasn't that.

"What?"

"Promise me that, Y/N." Loki demanded urgently. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly as his wide eyes searched your own. "Swear on the Nine Realms that you won't open your eyes, no matter what."

There was something so solemn, so incredibly fragile that had surfaced in Loki's eyes that you didn't even think to question him any further. Whatever this was about, you knew it was serious.

"Okay." You whispered. "I won't open my eyes, I promise."

Loki nodded, pressing his lips together into a thin line. It seemed as though the thoughts in his mind were close to being physically painful, and it hurt your heart to watch him go through this.

"You don't have to help me, you know." You closed your own hand over his for emphasis. "I'll be fine, the heat will subside in a few days."

"No." Loki's tone was stern. Final. There was no arguing with him. "I want to help you. I will help you."

You nodded, giving the Asgardian's hand one final squeeze as an attempt at comfort. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes.

You could feel your heart begin to pound in your chest as a thick silence enveloped the two of you. You waited for any sort of extreme event -- maybe a bright flash of light or sudden noise -- but nothing happened.

"Your eyes are closed?"

You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips when you heard Loki's question. His voice sounded so small, if it weren't for how serious he was being about this entire situation, you would've found it almost adorable.

"Yes, Loki, my eyes are closed. You can test me, if you like."

"...how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Three?"

"Wrong. Good."

You snickered, shaking your head at Loki's response.

The silence resurfaced once more, this time bringing with it a slight chill in the air. You sighed in relief, feeling your body relax ever-so-slightly as the air became cooler than it had been moments ago.

"If this is one of your illusions, I'm extremely impressed." You whispered. You were expecting Loki to chuckle, or perhaps boast even further about his powers, but all you got in reply was a bitter scoff.

"This does not merit awe or any such feelings." Loki mumbled. "Now, hold your hands out for me."

You extended your hands, perhaps a little faster than you had anticipated. Your fingers grazed something ice cold for a brief moment, the sensation feeling almost like a burn in contrast to the warmth of your hands.

You gasped as you jolted back, and as your reflexes kicked in, you accidentally opened your eyes.

The person in front of you was Loki, but then again... it wasn't.

His skin was now cobalt blue, with intricate markings spiralling their way up his hands and tracing the outlines of his cheekbones and forehead. His nails were such a dark shade of blue that they were almost black, and his eyes.

They were completely red, and filled with a mix of sadness and horror and betrayal as your gaze locked on his.

"I'm so sorry." You gasped, immediately squeezing shut your eyes once more. "I didn't mean to do that, it was a reflex, I didn't see anything-"

"Stop lying." Loki spat. "You can open your eyes. I know you saw."

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, but you kept your gaze glued to the ground.

"I'm really sorry, Loki." You whispered, feeling the sting of tears fill your eyes. It seemed as though his hurt expression had burned itself into your mind. "I broke my promise."

"Are you afraid?"

You looked up at Loki with a frown, his question catching you off guard.

"I'm sad that I hurt you. I regret moving as fast and as suddenly as I did, I regret not fighting my reflexes, but no. I'm not afraid."

Loki's gaze was unwavering, yet there was an absence in his eyes. It seemed as though he was somewhere far away in a memory.

"You should be."

You stepped forward, bridging the distance between the two of you, and held both of Loki's hands in your own. You inhaled sharply as your skin made contact with his and an icy chill coursed up your arms, but you didn't flinch away.

In fact, Loki was the one who tried to flinch away, but you kept your grip steady as you laced your fingers through his.

"I trust you with everything I am." You whispered. "I know you'll never hurt me. This is no exception."

"I'm a monster."

Loki's voice cracked almost imperceptibly on that last word. You shook your head, adamant to prove him wrong.

"This side of you is just as kind and loving as the other." You smiled softly, tracing a finger lightly across the ridges that marked his cheekbones. Loki turned his now-pained gaze to the ground as you caressed his cheek soothingly.

"You wanted to help me feel better, even if it meant revealing the side of you that you hated the most. No monster would do that, Loki. Hell, I don't even think some of the Avengers would be willing to risk their comfort levels the way you just did. And you did it all selflessly, because you didn't want me to overheat.

"In fact," you continued, smiling in awe as you studied the markings on Loki's face. "You're absolutely beautiful, both on the inside as well as the outside. You put Greek sculptures to shame, you're a work of art."

Loki let out a small choked gasp, and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed a few stray tears begin trailing their way down his cheeks. You brushed them away with a slow swipe of your thumb before leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"Whatever events may have happened in the past to cause you to feel the way you do," you whispered, wrapping your arms around Loki and pulling him closer to you. "They're over now. The hurt ends here. I'll make sure of it."

"How?" Loki didn't even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. You pulled back from your hug, only to trail your hands down his arms and hold his hands tightly in your own.

"By being the first to love you as you are. Every part of you."

Silence passed between the two of you as Loki eyes allowed you to glimpse the war he was currently fighting internally with himself and his past. You knew this wasn't easy for him.

"You don't have to say anything, but I just want you to know that I'm here for you. This doesn't in any way change how I feel about you, Loki."

As silence settled between the two of you like little particles of dust, Loki stepped forward and caught you off guard. He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead before wrapping you gently in his arms.

“Thank you for cooling me off, by the way.” You whispered with a small smile. “It’s only been a few minutes, but I’m already feeling much better.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“…Loki?” You asked as you rested your cheek against the god’s shoulder.

“Hm?”

“This is way nicer than tying ice packs around my arms and legs. You give good hugs.”

That earned a genuine laugh from Loki, and although he didn’t reply, he gave you a gentle squeeze in acknowledgement.

Despite the chill that ran through your body as Loki remained pressed up against you in an embrace, you had never felt such intense warmth inside your heart.

This side of Loki — his true form — was more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined.

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Hey!

If you’re still taking requests, may I ask for a Venti darling with Scarabia and anyone else you like!

(Love my wind gremlin (Ｔ▽Ｔ))

Yep I love Venti oh my god- He's so beautiful and his voice JJDBHDHDHDH- But obviously I still love Geo Daddy and Lil miss Ganyu as my number ones-

And instead of a lyre, how about a guitar in replacement? Also added in Floyd.

Hope you enjoy! ^^

Recalcitrant, carefree, and playful, you're a free-spirited individual who is bold, and doesn't care about insults thrown at you, and ignore those of higher authority.

You love roaming, and spreading about joy with your acoustic music, having a genuine, lighthearted smile to liven up the mood.

But even as playful as you are, you're someone down to earth; philosophical, wise.... solemn. Deep down, you're a lonely soul.. Perhaps NRC can tune a note to your heart?

TWST The Carefree yet lonely guitar player, s/o (Venti)

Kalim al Asim

Kalim is fond of you're cheery attitude!

He especially loves listening to the sound of you strumming your acoustic guitar, as you pluck at its strings, letting your voice flow smoothly like a calm river.

To him, you seem like a cheery, optimistic and fearless, and he aspires to be like you!

You're just someone who can stand up for yourself, and he wants to be somewhat independent like how you are, too!

You just seem to make the atmosphere more lively!

It doesn't matter who hates you, you still continue to play your guitar, and spread around happiness to those feeling down in the dumps.

That's very sweet of you!

But when he learns more about you, he feels so sorry you feel lonely, and that your friends in your world have left you one by one.

No one deserves to be alone! Especially you! Someone who has always been there for others and spread about their music to those who feel sad and lonely.

He spoils you with love, care and company, and he exclaims how sorry he is for you.

You told him very fondly and gratefully with a soft yet solemn expression,

"Well, I might say I've gotten over it, but I guess avoiding the feeling would only make it find you easier. The feeling of loneliness is inevitable. And it's not just the feeling when no one's there to be here with me at times. But... the feeling that no one wants you around..."

You sadly smiled at him, with an expression of genuine gratitude. "But.. thank you, Kalim. I thank you for being here for me!" you giggled.

Kalim could only pull you into a hug, telling you he's happy he's you're here for him too <3

Jamil Viper

At first, Jamil is quite irked with how annoying you can be.

With your cheery, bold and carefree attitude drives him nuts.

You're like Kalim but with attitude-

It's worse-

Dear sevens-

And you constantly annoy and tease him by playing on your guitar at times.

"DID THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT-"

*you come in and strum your guitar* "When your lights don't work like they used to before!~"

"OH STFU-"

Yeah-

But Jamil wasn't going to lie; you can make him crack up a lot. You're just so fun to be with as much as chaotic, and he won't admit it, but life couldn't have been more fun with you.

You played a song on your guitar, strumming and plucking at its string as it released an upbeat acoustic version of dancing music, as you invite him to dance along to the rhythm.

He had fun, and he felt a lot calmer and much happier after a tired day of doing his vice dorm leader duties.

He can't help but smile.

So it surprised him when he found out how lonely you felt.

For someone who has been playful, rebellious and annoyingly cheerful and cheeky.. he didn't expect you to feel so... sad. But I guess people wear masks to cover their true emotions, huh? He can relate with that.

He starts understanding you a bit more, and realize that you have always went all out to make people smile and he tries his best too in his own way. With his cooking, dancing or company, he sticks with you.

"Heh.. Thanks for being with me, Jamil. I don't look like I'm who I am. But, I guess I feel bummed out by how my friends left me. Whether because they didn't found interest in me or they.. well.. left off to a better place.. But when I look back, all of the people that have left me are like a reflection of who I am. The type of friends you make reflect who you are as a person. I'm glad you guys have shown me that I'm not as bad as I see myself, of course, I'm better~" you teased him at the very last part, as you winked with your tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips.

Your words... are very wise. He could only look at his hands, before placing one over to cover both your hands.

"I'm glad to have you too, s/o."

Floyd Leech

Floyd finds you fun!

Maybe it's because you get him.

Of all people, you're philosophical mind masked by your humor is relatable to him. His way of thinking is different and unique than most others, and someone like you really digs it.

"Yeah, cheesecake is just cheese on the birthday cake! Wanna do that to Azul?"

And apart from that, you have been his favorite prank buddy.

You're incredible for that, and he cracks up so much when you just talk to him. You're naturally funny and hilarious to him, and you've never failed to make Floyd's day.

His mood swings do get the best of the eel, sometimes he feels sulky, angry or sad because of his peers nagging and what not, and he just doesn't feel like talking to you.

You play for him a soothing tune on your guitar, carefully plucking at it's strings like porcelain, as you strum and hum with a soft and gentle tone.

He's much more relaxed, and he sometimes would fall asleep on your lap, dreaming about you playing a never ending tune for him in the sea if that could ever happen.

He's much happier with you, so he doesn't get it when you told him one day you feel sad.

Why is shrimpy sad? He's confused.

When you told him about your sudden episodes of feeling lonely, he's suddenly curious. he gets mood swings.. but feeling.. lonely?

"I'm not saying I don't enjoy your company, trust me when I say I do. But... when I look back to the past.. I can't help but miss my friends. The ones who find no use in me no longer and the ones that went to a better place... I miss them all. You.. have always made my day less stormy and much sunnier. I can't thank you enough, Floyd. All my loneliness.. just shows me how desperate I am in need of myself. I'm sure you must have felt so lonely before to think no one's around to think about you.. But, that's where I'm so thankful to meet you."

Floyd could only stare you with wide eyes. He.. doesn't know how to feel, but immediately pull you into his embrace.

"I've never felt lonely when I met you, shrimpy.." <3