#but it was also super sunny?? and there was fog

[dailyhmsw]

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[miras-false-pr0phet]

So I have absolutely no control over any of this but I'm curious lol

[garlicbreadbatstarion]

BG3 Companion Headcanons

🌈☔🌤️ Enjoying Their Favorite Weather 🌤️☔🌈

Lae'zel:

This gith loves a super windy day

It is invigorating and helps her feel physically present

Also she knows she looks deadlyyy with her hair blowing around her head, her eyes narrowed, and her head down as she walks against the wind

Halsin:

I feel like Halsin loves a rainy evening+dewey morning combo in the spring

Like the soft sound the falling droplets make as they splatter against his tent help him drift off to sleep and dream of ducklings

And the next morning he loves to walk through the forest when the sun is coming up so he can watch the mist slowly rise as the light reflects off the wildflowers and the spiderwebs sparkle in the trees

Karlach:

I'm convinced she's a tropical beach kinda gal so hot, sticky, and sunny all the way

Any other companion in my head is usually wearing their starting outfits when I think of them, but Karlach? Shutter shades and a pina colada served in a pineapple

She's also on fire all the time, so the heat doesn't bug her at all!

I feel like the beach was made for her; rainbow sunsets, the crashing waves, the vastness of the ocean, hot sand between your toes, sandcastles, bonfires...like she would love everythinggg about it

Astarion:

Idk if it's bc there's so many cute fics with Star in snow, but ughhh it melts my cold, dead heart

Like the absolute stillness of flakey snow falling heavily in the night would make him feel at ease

And the way the snow sparkles in the moonlight inspires him to be creative (I am personally a big fan of thinking one of his hobbies post-epilogue is jewelry making. The little details keep his hands busy while his good taste and imagination help him design some of the coolest jewelry in all of Faerûn)

Also, like Karlach, the cold doesn't bother him nearly as much as it does most others

Gale:

We love an unstable king which is why I think Gale loves big storms with lots of wind, thunder, and lightning

AU storm chaser Gale?? I think I'm onto something here truly

And also it gives him great opportunities to conduct experiments and run tests! It's aliveeee!!!

Shadowheart:

Our broody queen loves mist and fog

It makes her want to snuggle up with a book and some tea by the window to just enjoy the peace and quiet

Also likes to be a mischievous, little gremlin and scare her partners/friends/roommates by waiting around the side of the house, knowing it's obscured, and then jumping out and grabbing them

And you want to be mad for how bad she scares you every time, but it's so hard bc she wrinkles her cute lil nose when she laughs and ughhh

Wyll:

Wyll loves space change my mind

He adores a clear, warm night so he can be out all night stargazing

And ooooo a meteor shower? This man is giddily kicking his feet, he is so enraptured by the magic of the night sky

He also loves to point out the constellations, and he's so good, even Gale is astounded by how many astral entities he knows

[kit-kat-katie]

Goodnight, Moonlight

A/N: Y’know, I’m actually super proud of this fic. I was unsure of myself and the direction that I wanted to go, but I ended with something that I really like. Please let me know if you want another part, I’d love to continue the story and see where our lovebirds end up next. ;)

TW: Cannon-typical levels of violence and gore, aquatic fighting, mentions of drowning, reader is described to be physically strong and have typical traits and skills that a victor from District 4 would have (dw I can’t swim but I can be delulu), reader maintains their obliviousness, slightly OOC! Peeta and Katniss (I've never written for them before so please excuse any flaws), poison fogs, reader and Co. sustains multiple injuries, death (no main character death yet)

Pairing: Finnick x GN! Reader (”one-sided” romantic to shared romantic)

Summary: As you’re thrust into the arena, you’re forced to focus on keeping yourself alive, keeping your mentor and Katniss from harming one another, and keeping ahead of the endless perils that are thrown your way. Mixed signals from Finnick eventually even out, and a moment of clarity brings you two closer together than you’ve ever been before.

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Finnick can’t die or get captured by the Capitol. It has to be me.

That’s your first coherent thought as the pedestal stabilizes in the arena. You find yourself growing oddly… familiar with this environment, these few seconds where nothing yet everything matters.

You can’t see Finnick or Katniss, but you recognize Johanna’s fiery red hair. You also spot Wiress and Beetee close together, and you let yourself relax for a moment before the canon fires.

Water.

You dive into the water without a second thought. Swimming is as natural as breathing, given your home district, and you easily outrace your competitors to the rocks that lead to the Cornucopia. You climb on the rocks with ease, and you’re running towards the center of the arena until you spot blonde hair struggling to swim in the water.

Peeta.

You don’t hesitate to switch course and dive in after him. Helping Peeta would not only get you further into Katniss’s good graces, but it would be right on target with your image in the Capitol.

That’s exactly the kind of thinking that Finnick encouraged.

You push your mentor out of your mind as you quickly peek above water and spot another male heading towards Peeta. His eyes are dripping venom, but you’re not scared to shoot a murderous look back. 

Sunny was a sweet mentor, a respectful celebrity, and a dangerous tribute. You could manage to be all three - as long as you did so with a smile on your face.

“Don’t be afraid to smile,” President Snow chides as you nervously stare at the carnations as his desk, “you know that’s what the people want to see, right?”

The image of Snow’s head on a large spike is enough to motivate you to swim faster than your competition. 

You push Peeta out of the way before landing a punch to the face of the other man. From a quick assessment, you weren’t as strong as this man, but he couldn’t fight in water like you could. 

You dodge an uncoordinated swing to your left side before landing another hit - this time you punch his chest. He takes a bigger breath as his eyes meet yours. 

You offer a warm smile before he tries - and fails - to land another hit. You look over for just a second, just to make sure that Peeta’s still in your peripheral vision, before the other tribute tackles you under the surface of the water.

You immediately thrash around as he tries to keep you under - a lucky breath saves you from drowning as you manage to free yourself from his grasp. 

He’ll drown if he tries to drown me.

You emerge from the water, and the warm air that enters your lungs causes you to cough violently. You grab onto a nearby pedestal as you try to locate Peeta in-between coughing fits.

You spot Peeta as he throws a punch at the man, and your head snaps to the Cornucopia as your breaths even out. From a distance, you see a man with a trident looking for someone, and you take a bet on who that might be as you wave a hand in the air.

Finnick immediately rushes around the Cornucopia after he spots you, and returns with a black-haired girl who you could recognize from a mile away. 

You swim towards the rocks before finally making your way out of the water. The warm air on all of your skin feels like relief in its sweetest form - one that is most welcome as you realize how drained you are from one simple encounter.

It has to be the water because I cannot be a weakness right now.

You point out Peeta in the water once Finnick and Katniss get closer, and Finnick doesn’t hesitate to dive in as Peeta continues to struggle in the water.

For the first time in a long time, you fear for his safety. Peeta’s a teenager, just like you were, but he’s already back in the arena.

This isn’t fair.

Words die on the tip of your tongue - comforting people was your speciality, but Katniss didn’t appear to need comforting as she raises her bow and prepares to fire an arrow.

When Peeta and the other tribute are submerged underwater before Finnick gets to them, Katniss reluctantly puts down her bow as she stares expectantly into the water.

You jump when the canon fires, and the hope in her eyes turns to fear as a still body emerges from the water. You’re scared to look because if it’s Peeta-

Thankfully, Peeta emerges from the water as Finnick reaches him, and they both swim back safely as you and Katniss share a relieved expression. 

Katniss watches the Cornucopia as the careers gather there and stare her down, and you grab Finnick’s trident from the rocks.

It doesn’t feel right in my hands - it’s like this weapon was meant to be with Finnick.

You hand Finnick his trident after he gathers himself, and you watch Katniss take Peeta’s hand and help him out of the water.

“You alright?” Finnick places a hand on your shoulder, and the weight of your earlier realization crashes down on you as you nod.

You can’t let Finnick get hurt, but you can’t let him know that you feel this way about him because you know how he feels about-

“I’m good, thanks,” You gently place your hand on his, “but you really couldn’t grab me a weapon?”

The serious expression melts off his face as he chuckles slightly, and you feel a bit self-conscious as Katniss and Peeta stare at you like wild deer.

“I didn’t have time, and I know you’re better with your fists, sweetheart.” Finnick replies to your teasing with a smile as he lets go of your shoulder.

You find yourself missing his touch - don’t think about Finnick like that - when Peeta steps towards you.

“Thank you fo-“

“You can thank me when we’re out of here, okay?” You interrupt him before another cannon sounds. “I don’t feel like becoming prey for the predators.”

Katniss glances back at the Cornucopia one last time as the four of you make your way towards the beach and into the thick forestry that awaits you.

~

Your quartet runs into the forest as Peeta leads with Katniss right behind him. Finnick allows you to go in front of him with a handsome smile and welcoming arm gesture (you’d have to tease him about that later).

Your mind wanders as your feet effortlessly navigate the forest floor - playing tag on rock beaches and having some experience in rock climbing did have its uses, after all.

Does Finnick mean what he says when he calls me sweetheart, or is it apart of the Capitol facade? I suppose I’m not much better - does Finnick know who I truly am behind the sunshine?

The distinction had become unclear for yourself - you were kind, but that wasn’t all that you were. You liked to tease your mentor and be a thorn in his side, but you also wanted to help the children in your district understand that there is life outside of the games. Couldn’t both sides of you coexist at the same time?

“Okay, hold up, hold up!”

Finnick’s voice causes you to pause as your breathing catches up with the rest of your body - you’d run a long distance without being phased in the slightest. You need to take breaks so you could be energized for a possible encounter, but a quick look back assures you that the Cornucopia is out of sight and, for now, out of mind.

Peeta’s the first to sit, and you’re quick to follow as you watch Katniss scan the environment for any possible danger. Finnick catches up and sits next to you. Katniss reluctantly kneels as you start to fan yourself - you’re in a jungle, not a forest, and it’s fucking hot.

“God, it’s hot,” You wipe the sweat from your forehead as Peeta speaks, “we got to find fresh water.”

You glance over at Finnick, who offers you a reassuring nod. You notice that Katniss is watching the two of you, but you choose not to say anything. She’s paranoid and overprotective, and who wouldn’t be?

A booming cannon pushes everyone’s attention to the sky, which is quickly followed by a second and third cannon.

With his bright smile and a small laugh, Finnick tries to lighten the mood with a simple joke.

“I guess we’re not holding hands anymore.” 

You briefly smile and chuckle under your breath before Katniss chimes in.

“You think that’s funny?”

Your eyes widen as you glance over at Finnick to see how he handles her aggression.

“Every time that cannon goes off, it’s music to my ears. I don’t care about any of them.”

“Good to hear.” Katniss draws a machete from her back as you place a hand on Finnick’s arm.

You’d always be there for him, and you’d fight off Katniss if that’s what it took, but you needed her alive, along with Peeta. Although you had know her for such little time, you saw your younger spirit in her - the feisty, brash child that fought with her heart in her hand.

“Wanna face the career pack alone?” Finnick pauses for a beat before asking her another question. “What would Haymitch say?”

“Sunny, you have to know that Katniss doesn’t play nice with others.”

“But she was nice to me, Haymitch-“

“You’re odd, just like she is. Maybe you can find some common ground and convince her to not shoot Finnick the moment he opens his mouth.”

“…Thanks.”

He’d probably tell you, at this very moment, to grab a drink and enjoy the show, but you had to keep the peace.

For his sake, for Peeta’s sake, and for my sake.

“Haymitch isn’t here.” Katniss coldly answers while slightly lowering her machete.

“We should get going.” You glance over at Peeta, who nods in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, let’s keep moving.”

You pull yourself off the ground, and Peeta does the same while Katniss stares daggers into Finnick.

“Play nice,” You mumble under your breath to Finnick before walking over to Katniss, “and I’m sorry that his ego can get in the way sometimes. He’s a nice guy, I promise.”

You offer Katniss a hand up off the ground as a truce, and a small smile appears and then quickly disappears off her face as she takes your hand.

~

“For the record,” Finnick mumbles as you walk with him behind Katniss and Peeta, “I was playing nice. She’s just a bit… rough around the edges.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” You roll your eyes as Finnick bumps your shoulder.

“First you say I have an ego, and now this,” He sighs before playfully pushing you ahead, “I’m starting to think you don’t like me, Sunny.”

You feel your face start to heat up as you begin to fidget with a part of your clothing.

If only he knew how much I really liked him-

“Of course I do, Finnick.” You bite your lip while hoping that he doesn’t notice the effect his words and lingering touches have on you.

Don’t think about this right now-

“I’m glad someone here does.” 

His comment earns his a golden stare down from Katniss, and you lightly smack his shoulder before continuing on in silence.

Peeta cuts through the vines ahead as creatures of the jungles - ones that you hope aren’t here to eat you - make various noises that only set your nerves over the edge. Katniss falls behind you and Finnick, and you can only hope that you’ve set her mind off of killing Finnick, even if it’s just for a moment.

You continue to walk on, but you pause once you hear Katniss’ footsteps stop. Finnick doesn’t take notice of the situation, but you can tell that she’s seen something worthy of alarm.

Peeta continues to swing the machete when you see a small reflection of light on a bush in front of him. Your eyes widen in alarm as you take a small step back.

The forcefield-!

“Peeta, no!” Katniss screams at Peeta strikes the forcefield.

Sparks fly as you instinctually cover your eyes with one arm, and you use the other arm to shield Katniss as much as possible. Peeta is blown back by the impact, and you’re knocked to the ground along with Finnick and Katniss.

Katniss is quick to crawl to her knees as you follow suit.

“Peeta?”

Your heart aches as the weakness in her voice laces around every syllable of his name. 

She cares for the boy, more than she lets on.

She gently caresses Peeta’s face as you watch from a small distance behind her - she needs to check over him herself, to make sure he’s okay-

“He’s not breathing! He’s not breathing!”

You push Finnick towards the two of them, and Finnick harshly pushes Katniss out of the way so he can attempt to save Peeta. It’s a standard medical procedure that all District 4 families know by heart, but you place a reassuring hand on Katniss’ shoulder after she tries to pull an arrow on Finnick.

You know that words won’t do anything to comfort Katniss, and she rushes to Peeta’s side as you’re forced to be an uncomfortable spectator.

“Peeta, Peeta-“

You place a hand over your mouth as tears start to form in your eyes.

Come on, Peeta…

“Come on, come on!”

Finnick matches your worries as he continues compressions on Peeta.

“Please wake up.”

Katniss’ voice cracks which cracks the dam in your eyes as you begin to cry.

Katniss loves Peeta like I love-

You do your best to wipe the tears from your eyes as you imagine how the Capitol is enjoying the show. They’re watching three fierce competitors do their best to bring back another victor - a first in the history of the Hunger Games, you’re sure. You’re not even doing much but displaying your heart on your sleeve, and that’s enough for you to do. People stay attached and are sympathetic, and you can only hope that it’ll continue after you commit the worst crime, betraying the Capitol, after you get Katniss and Peeta out of here.

Peeta takes a deep breath, and you deeply sigh in relief as Finnick backs off to let Katniss and Peeta have a moment.

Once Finnick stands up, you pull him into a comforting hug, but you’re not sure if the hug is more for you or for him.

“I can’t-“

“I know.” He places a gentle hand on your back as you watch Katniss and Peeta interact.

“Do you wanna stand up?”

“Yeah.”

Once Peeta stands up, Katniss pulls Peeta into a hug as you let go of Finnick. You notice that Finnick’s hand doesn’t move as your heart pounds - this isn’t the moment nor is it your moment - as his eyes never leave Katniss and Peeta.

He knows, and I know.

~

Katniss throws a rock at the forcefield as a small group of sparks come from the collision. Peeta follows behind Katniss, and you follow behind Peeta as Finnick brings up the rear.

The next rock she throws reproduces similar results, but you notice that Finnick places a protective hand on your shoulder. You make your way through the jungle floor as Katniss throws another rock at the forcefield.

“Hold on.” She says before moving further ahead of the group. She climbs the largest tree she can find, and the three of you wait in silence before she comes back down.

“The forcefield is a dome,” Katniss reports after coming back down, “so we’re at the edge of the arena. I couldn’t find any signs of fresh water.”

Your throat dries up further at the mention of water. None of you will last long in this heat without any sort of hydration.

“It’s gonna get dark soon, we’ll be safe with our backs protected. We should set up camp - take turns sleeping.” Finnick sits next to you while looking directly at Katniss. “I’ll take first watch.”

Katniss scoffs before replying.

“Not a chance.”

Finnick gives her a disapproving look before grabbing his trident and standing up.

“Honey, that thing I did back there for Peeta? That was called saving his life. If I wanted to kill either of you, I would’ve done it by now.”

Finnick sticks his trident in the ground as Katniss continues to have a glare-off with him. Eventually, Finnick takes his trident and offers you a hand up. You quietly take it before shooting Peeta and Katniss an apologetic look - not your first, but certainly not your last.

“Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll take first watch.” Katniss instructs Peeta mores then telling him, but he reluctantly stands up.

“Just for a little bit.”

She nods as he moves to sit farther away from you and Finnick, but closer to Katniss.

He doesn’t trust us because she doesn’t.

You squeeze Finnick’s hand as you sit a few feet from the forcefield.

“Let me talk to her tonight. I have a way of charming people.”

“She’s tough to crack-“

“I did it before, in the practice room,” You say with determination while looking at him, “and I know I can do it again.”

He doesn’t answer, but he squeezes your hand in reassurance.

That’s good enough for me.

~

Peeta lays peacefully asleep as you sit on a nearby rock by Katniss and Finnick.

“How’s Peeta?” He softly asks.

“Is he well?” You add on while trying to break the palpable tension between you three.

Not three, but if they’re going to argue, then all of us will suffer.

“He’s okay, I think, just…” She trails off for a moment, “dehydrated, like the rest of us.”

Familiar music draws your attention to the skies as today’s victors-turned-victims display on the forcefield. There’s familiar faces, ones that you had come to befriend and love… it’s enough to drive you to tears. As the display continues, Finnick places a hand on your shoulder for comfort. 

It’s not enough, but it’ll do.

Peeta awakens too, and the four of you sit in contemplative silence as the display finally comes to a close.

“Eight.” Katniss says as you wave off tears.

“I’m fine, Finnick,” You gently brush his hand off your shoulder as you look up to the sky again, “but look at the sky!”

A small canister attached to a parachute floats down and lands a few feet from Katniss, and she’s quick to gather the canister. She opens the canister with easy, which contains a note plus something else you can’t quite see.

“Drink up?”

“What is it?” Finnick asks as you approach Katniss behind him.

“It’s from Haymitch,” Katniss picks the item out of the canister, “I think it’s a spiel.”

Katniss rushes past Finnick to pound the spiel into a nearby tree with a rock. Peeta rushes to Katniss’ side as the four of you watch and eventually see the spiel product water.

Haymitch did his part, which means that I have to do mine.

~

“I counted twelve.” Katniss notes as you look up to the sky.

“It’s midnight-” Finnick tries to add.

“-Or the number of districts.” Katniss challenges as you shake your head.

They can never agree on the simple things, huh?

A series of lightning strikes on a large tree in the distance draws your attention.

“Well, if you two aren’t going to sleep,” Finnick says as you nod in confirmation, “then I will.”

“Alright.” Katniss says as Finnick gets up from his post.

“Goodnight, Finnick.”

“Goodnight, Sunny,” Finnick looks back and offers you a warm smile, “make sure to get some rest.”

“I will.”

He silently walks away as you turn your attention to Katniss.

“I’m sorry about Finnick, he can be-“

“Why did you try to save Peeta earlier? You don’t know him.” Katniss bluntly asks.

“Peeta is important to you, and I wanted to spare you the pain that so many others face.” You truthfully answer as Katniss studies your face with scrutiny.

“You don’t know me either-“

“-Katniss, if I knew every person I’ve ever helped, I wouldn’t be Sunny,” You tell her, “and I don’t know who I would be if I wasn’t that person. I used to think Sunny was a persona, but it’s become who I truly am.”

“Were you someone different before the games?”

“I think we all were, if that’s not obvious enough,” You glance at Peeta before returning your attention to Katniss, “but I think the Hunger Games showed me who I truly was. Wouldn���t wish this shit on anyone else, though.”

“I-“

“I think you’ll discover that we’re not so different after all, Katniss,” You say before standing up, “but I wish you a good night. I hope the night is uneventful for you.”

You walk a small distance before turning back.

“Oh, and don’t be too hard on Finnick. He’s been through a lot more than he lets on.”

“Tell him to back off first.”

You chuckle as you lay down close to Finnick, but far enough that your beating heart doesn’t threaten to blow out your eardrums.

~

“Run, run! The fog is poison!”

Katniss’ words send you from slumber to alert as you’re the first on your feet. You move down the side of the hill as Finnick and Peeta catch up to you. You let Katniss pass you as Finnick pushes you in front so he takes up the rear. 

You continue to run through the forestry without a second thought as the thick fog chases you. The fog suddenly approaches from the right, and Peeta is quickly to avoid it, along with the rest of you.

As you round a corner, the fog then approaches from the left. You dodge the fog like you dodged arrows in your original Hunger Games. It was too easy, but you were concerned for Finnick since the fog was nearly kissing you.

When the four of you make it to a clearing, the fog makes a semicircle around you, and Peeta’s forced to lead the group in another direction as you aimlessly follow in the hopes that you’ll survive this.

The fog seems to increase in speed, and you scream in agony once it touches your skin. You barely avoid Katniss, who tripped in front of you, and Peeta goes back to save her. He’s burned by the fog too, and Katniss pulls him up before they follow behind you.

You continue in front of the group this time, and you hear Finnick’s shrieks from a distance, but you can’t go back for him. 

As long as he’s yelling, he’s alive.

It tears your heart into shreds to hear him, to hear those kids behind you, in so much pain. You immediately turn around when you hear a body fall to the ground.

“Peeta!” Katniss sticks next to him like a loyal dog as you watch from a safe distance. Finnick approaches the two of them, and he doesn’t hesitate to help Katniss by wrapping one of Peeta’s arms around his shoulder. As Katniss wraps the other arm around his shoulder, Finnick motions you to continue forward.

You run forward, safe from most harm, as the other members of your group continue to bear most of the brunt from the fog. A sharp hill awaits you, but you quickly navigate it as Katniss, Finnick, and Peeta fall, quite literally, behind you.

You cry in pain as you touch the back of your neck. You spot a nearby pool of water as the trio behind you makes a rough landing.

You watch in horror as the fog approaches, but it’s stopped by an invisible wall that barely prevents any injury to the rest of you. Your attention snaps back to the water - your neck really fucking hurts - as you approach the water. When you submerge yourself in the water, you sigh in relief as the stinging pain caused by the water rids you of your injury.

Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you pull Katniss, the only person who seems to be awake, towards the water. With her determination and your strength, you get her to the edge of the water. You gently place one of her hands in the water, and she screams before the poison is released from her hand.

“The water- the water helped-“ Her strangled cry is heard by Peeta, who starts to pull himself towards the water as well.

You immediately move to Finnick’s side as you deliberately and slowly start to move him towards the water. Once Katniss and Peeta are mostly finished, they help you push Finnick fully into the water. He screams in agony as the three of you pour water over his body.

“Finnick-“ 

Emotions threaten to pour from your eyes and your mouth, but the sometimes-stoic Katniss composes herself before you can truly express how scared you are to lose Finnick.

“We need our weapons.”

Peeta and Katniss move to gather the weapons as you stay, dedicated, by Finnick’s side.

“C’mon, you need to get up. Who else is going to argue with Katniss over the simplest things?”

Finnick grumbles for a second before softly laughing.

At least I’ve made this shitty situation better for someone.

~

As Peeta gathers water from a nearby tree, you sit and pour water all over yourself in order to keep cool and clean any remaining toxins off of your skin. Finnick and Katniss do the same, but you give them space to talk things out with their words… instead of their fists.

They both mutter apologies to one another before Finnick pauses to stare blankly ahead. Your eyes catch sight of what he’s looking so intently at.

Mutts.

A gentle nod to Katniss alerts her of the situation as well, and she stands along with Finnick. You slowly try to back away before noticing that some are approaching from behind. You immediately backpedal next to Finnick and Katniss as they’re the only ones with proper weapons.

Where’s Peeta?

“Peeta.”

“Yeah?” Peeta looks up from the spiel towards Katniss.

“Back away from the tree, slowly.”

A growling mutt a few inches from his face causes Peeta to slowly back up towards the three of you. Once you’re all in the water, the mutts growl and slowly close in as your heart pounds. 

What am I supposed to do with no weapon?

“Get to the beach.” Katniss tries to move towards the newly sighted Cornucopia, but two mutts block your last escape route.

Katniss pulls her bow back as the mutts continue to advance on you. A mutt makes the first leap towards you and Katniss, but Peeta quickly strikes it down with his machete. They all growl angrily before one lunges towards Katniss from the opposite side. She quickly shoots it down with an arrow before killing another when it’s barely tried to leap at her.

Peeta swipes at a mutt that approaches you before gently pushing you behind him.

“I owe you one for earlier.” Peeta recalls the fight at the Cornucopia, and you nod before centering yourself between Katniss, Peeta, and Finnick. 

Finnick strikes a mutt down with his trident before smacking another back. Peeta continues to aimlessly swipe at a few mutts to keep them away, and you duck as Katniss shoots one over his shoulder. A mutt then jumps on Peeta and tries to sink its teeth into him, but he guts it with a blade through the stomach.

Katniss and Finnick work in harmony to push the mutts back before she successfully hits three mutts with her arrows and stabs the fourth with her bow. Peeta pulls his knife from the mutt before you help him up. The onslaught continues for a few moments which spreads seconds into eternal moments. You feel useless, but keeping yourself out of harm’s way is the best way you can help everyone. 

A mutt tackles Katniss into the water, but Peeta quickly kills it and helps Katniss up.

“Come on, we got to get to the beach!”

Peeta leads the way as you follow behind Katniss. You turn back to assure that Finnick is still there - you’re worrying about him when he has a weapon, he’ll be fine, Sunny - as you try to navigate your way to the beach.

A mutt jumps on Katniss and Peeta which knocks them further away. A separate mutt eyes you before jumping, and you attempt to send a punch its way. It takes a bite on your outstretched arm as you cry out in pain. You manage to wrestle your arm out of its grasp before Finnick spears it with his trident.

“How bad is-“

A few small incisions line your dominant arm, and they sting like hell, but you can’t focus on that now.

“I’ll live.” 

Finnick grabs your non-damaged hand as he spears another mutt that dares to approach him. He then lets go of your hand to kill a mutt that jumps on Katniss, but once she’s back on her feet, his hand finds yours again.

You gasp as you notice someone in camouflage with large bite marks covering their neck.

“Who is it?”

“It’s a Morphling,” Peeta explains to Katniss, “C’mon, help me get her.”

They grab the dying Morphling before dragging her to the beach. More mutts approach as Finnick lets go of your hand and pushes you ahead. 

“I’ve got this - just watch them.”

You nod before turning to follow Katniss and Peeta. Despite your painful arm injury, you run through the forest just as you did before. Pain was an adrenaline booster for you, and it was a scratch compared to the injuries you got from messing around on rock cliffs and beaches back in District 4.

You make it to the beach as Katniss and Peeta bring the girl into the water. Finnick tumbles in behind you before quickly recovering and pushing the remaining mutts back. Once he realizes that the mutts aren’t going to follow him, his eyes meet yours.

“You arm-“

“Look,” You point at the sky as another canister falls from the sky towards you, “I told you I’d live. I might not be the capitol darling, but they can’t let go of their little sister that easily.”

Finnick reaches the canister before you do, and he opens it to quickly to dig out the gauze and skin-applicable pain medicine.

“I suppose they wouldn’t mind seeing the Capitol darling tend to their little sister, then?” Finnick’s lips quirk into a teasing smile as you sit on the beach and admire the sky.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Then that’s the only opinion that matters.” He sits next to you, and you present your arm to him. “You’re tougher than you act, honey.”

“I thought you knew that already,” You look away for a moment to hide your embarrassment, “after all, I did learn from an amazing mentor.”

The medicine feels cold once it touches your skin, and you sigh in relief as the pain starts to fade away.

“Did anyone leave a note?” You ask as Finnick looks away for a moment. “Oh, so I’m the one who has an admirer, and you get-“

You yelp when Finnick starts to harshly apply the medicine.

“-Jealous much?” You roll your eyes as Finnick laughs.

“Is it bad that I want your eyes on me and me alone?”

You’re left speechless as you bite your lip nervously. The invisible tension, the string that draws you two together, is finally pulled to its breaking point as you realize how close Finnick truly is. 

“It-“ You pause for a moment as your sunshine threatens to slip and reveal some deeper emotion in your heart, the one that you named before this fresh hell started. “It depends on what you’re going to do about it.”

Finnick sets down the medicine to grab the gauze, and once Finnick returns close to you, you push yourself on top of him to give him a kiss to release the emotions buried deep in your heart.

The sunshine clouds over as a storm brews, but you’re not scared of the damage that this thunderstorm will cause your mind. You’d accept once the outcome that you weren’t the one for him, that the signs were wrong and all in your head, and that-

Finnick kisses you back.

Oh shit.

Finnick kisses you. In the 75th Hunger Games. On TV. In front of thousands of his admirers.

Oh shit!

You pull away and place a hand over your mouth as you contemplate the absolute shitstorm you’ve just released on the both of you.

“You’re not a bad kisser, if that’s what you’re embarrassed about-“

“Finnick!” You squeak before smacking his arm.

“There’s only room for two people who can’t admit that they love each,” He nods at Katniss and Peeta in the distance, “and that image doesn’t quite fit either of us.”

“What are we, then?”

“Whatever you want to be.”

~

tagging -> @yokolesbianism

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

PLEASE I need more punknoir headcanons if you have any I LOVE these I LOVE those two <333

(If youre comfortable with it any first kiss HCs?? I would LOVE to see your thoughts)

Oh I HAVE SO MANY SO MANY CUTESY STUFF and also I do have a First Kiss HC!! But this is long as hell so I'll probably post that set of HC next!

Thanks for this :) !

A LONG-ASS LIST OF FLUFFY-ASS PUNKNOIR HEADCANONS

Peter is actually REALLY good at rubix cubes now, especially after Gwen introduced him to speed-solving. He does it as a (slightly-nervous) habit now

Since the rubix cube was invented in 1974 - and Hobie is from 1978 canonically - he is ALWAYS picking up new ones and new designs from his universe to give to Peter

Peter loves them a lot and always keeps one on him, just for boredoms sake

Hobie always chuckles when he hears the sound of Peter clicking away on his rubix cube in the next room

They're both HARDCORE night owls

It's never really 'sunny' in either of their universes, because - one is noir and the other is London

But even then, they like to stay sleep in when they can, and Hobie will keep Peter in bed as long as possible, panda-hugging him like a sloth in the mornings

Their love language is sharing things - it's like words of encouragement, acts of service, and receiving gifts all in one

Hobie and Noir aren't the type to buy many things, or need anything to be brand-new, so books become their way of being with each other always

Noir likes to scribble neat notes in the margin in grey pencil, while Hobie covers his in bright post-its covered in sharpie and hi-lighter.

They've read each of each other's favorites, and always treat each other's books with care. Hobie introduces Peter to so many newer publications his world doesn't have yet, meanwhile Peter finds Hobie the best out-of-print or even non-destroyed books, copies that were destroyed in facist book-burnings in Hobie's world.

They kinda have an anarchist collection and archive at Peter's place

Being with Noir is one of the only times Hobie is super quiet

Hobie loves to listen to the rain at Peter's place, or listening to the scratchy 30's radio playing in the next room. He loves closing his eyes to the crackle of Noir's vinyls, or the sound of Peter typing away on his typewriter as Hobie lays on the couch

Even when Noir is at his place, it's a peaceful kinda quiet

Hobie lives on a canal-boat, so no rent, and no landlord, which Peter loves. And on foggier London nights, he and Peter can float the boat out on the river, sitting in the fog together

Hobie introduces Peter to a lot of new music

His favorite in Hobie's collection is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and any other operatic, classical style rock.

They're pretty low-key about their relationship. They're not hiding it, they're just not that big on PDA outside of hand-holding and cheek kisses

But they're still very intimate in public in a different way. Hobie and Peter always asks each other for their opinion in front of others. Peter is always acting chivalrous towards Hobie, and Hobie always speaks highly of Peter.

They may not be making out in public, but their own version of PDA could be just as subtle and sweet, even down to Peter adjusting Hobie's pins, making sure the words are facing up

Or Hobie flicking a piece of colored lint off of Noir, or leaving small bright, collage-style origami for him

It take's Gwen maybe a couple weeks to catch on

She can tell Peter and Hobie are like IN SYNC, like spot on with each other. And that they crash at each others places a lot, but she figures maybe they're just planning some anarchist stuff together

Besides, Noir isn't all that romantic - especially compared to other Peters. He and Felicia don't have that complicated history, and MJ is a friend (i think). So it doesn't really occur to her

Until one day her, Hobie, and Noir are hanging out at Hobie's place and she notices Noir already knows where everything is

Noir knows exactly how Hobie likes his records to be put back, or how much sugar Hobie likes in his coffee and tea

And she's like 'lol u guys are like soulmates'

and Hobie just goes 'glad u noticed.'

and Gwens like 'WAIT'

Peter unironically calls Hobie his 'lover'

Hobie ironically and teasingly calls Peter his 'lover' (he usually sticks with partner, but often goes with boyfriend if he knows it'll get a reaction *ahem* Miguel *ahem*)

They bond over the mutal feeling of 'what the fuck is this technology bullshit' A LOT

Neither one has a proper smartphone (ever since they learned about Siri they call phones wiretaps)

Noir only uses a typewriter and says screens hurt his eyes and the most technologically advanced thing Hobie with entertain is an arcade cabinet or MAYBE a Playstation 1.

But Peter also likes having Hobie explain things to him

Simple things even. SO many times people tell Peter what happens in WW2 in their worlds. It's..not fun to say the least

He likes sitting around, listening to Hobie explain things like the best movies from the 60's, or the best color TV shows

They have a date-night tradition where they try out something 'modern' (aka 1970-2023) and rate it, then write it down somewhere

So far, they both really like the Exorcist. Watching to together for the first time was one of the best dates they've had

(Imagine being from 1933 and watching the Exorcist with no prior context wouldn't that be wild)

Their apartments look SO COOL now that they're together!!

Noir's black and white apartment, covered in shadows and bright pop art posters. Hobie's bedroom half desaturated, half covered in zines and supplies for protests

You know how in old cartoons there's the trope of a dude in a trench-coat and when he opens it it's full of watches as stuff - Noir's coat is like that, but with patches

And Hobie will take newpaper clippings from Peter's Bugle and use them in art and collages because Peter's writing inspires him a lot

He'll use slogans from Peter's writings in his protest art, and use Peter's melodramatic sayings in his song lyrics

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(once again not proofread because my brain dont do that sorry for typos i do be like that sometimes)

if you made it this far - thxs and i hope you have a rad day

[vacantfields]

If you can! Please listen to Reverie by Invent Animate, as those are the vibes for this (: Thanks

[CONTENT WARNING: blood, death, violence]

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It had been a regular day. However, it was long ago, of course.

He remembers begging Sun if he could join the children for their arts and crafts hours. Sun had sighed and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he looked up at the taller.

"Eclipse... You're not supposed to interact with the Starlings... Moon and I could get in trouble for letting you even be in here in the Daycare." Sun had said with a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"Sun, please. I will be good. I will not act out of line. I just want one hour with the kids, then I will return to my post, I promise." He had pleaded with his smaller counterpart.

He was taller than Sun and Moon, but they were all alike. He was a mix of Sun and Moon's codes; he wanted to entertain children so badly, but he was just a security bot.

Sun had given him an exasperated look, and with a wave-like spin of his rays, he gave the taller a nod.

"But just an hour, and that's it! Alright?"

He hadn't been able to believe it, the shock, the excitement, the warmth in his code.

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Sunny!" He quickly went to the children who knew of him as Super Eclipse, as Moon had spun a story of him rescuing kids from dangerous people, so the Starlings adored him when he would pass the Daycare.

He sat down at the small table as he watched and interacted with the kids happily. They were drawing and laughing together, and it felt so good. He felt so happy, so content, his three rays giving a weak wiggle.

He was watching a small boy drawing himself as Robin and him as Batman.

Cody. Cody was maybe his biggest fan. Cody was around five years old and so excited whenever he would walk past the windows when he patrolled.

"Mr. Eclipse! What do you think? Do you like it? Do you?" The kid asked excitedly as he held his drawing up to the tall android, who gently and carefully took the small drawing into his huge hands and smiled softly, awfully fond.

"I love it, Cody. Thank you." The drawing was... A child's drawing. It was stick figures, but you could tell it was him and Cody.

He felt his eye twitch at the red color Cody had used, and his hands itched, which confused him as he gently put down the paper.

"Mr. Eclipse?" Cody asked softly, the other kids stopping with their art as they watched the tall android; they looked startled and confused.

His hand jerked hard, a horrible twitch.

"I am okay, Starlings! Do not worry!" He said with a nervous grin, but Cody moved closer to him, worry in his eyes.

He took note of where Sun and Moon were for some reason...? His systems deemed them far enough away. He looked confused. "Starling-" He began only for a haze to cover his view; it all got dark.

He could feel his body move.

A warm and wet feeling on his hands.

Dripping. A growl from his lips.

He tried to regain control of his vision and body, but something was hindering him.

He heard screaming and crying. Frantic voices from Security guards traveled around him suddenly, and then more screaming.

He felt scared, terrified, horrified.

He couldn't connect to Sun or Moon via their shared headspace but heard them beg him to stop.

Stop what? What was happening?

He timed how long this fog lasted.

Four hours.

Four hours. Before he got out of the daze, he found himself pinned on the floor on his stomach by Freddy. Roxy. Monty and Chica. He frantically looked at them. "Please! What is happening!?" He shouted. Scared. His wires and fans were twitching.

The animatronics held him down, his hands pinned on his back. Their grip was firm. They didn't answer his cries, only looked over to Sun, who was shaking and covered in blood. His eyes looked empty, haunted.

Moon was also covered in blood. Holding something. Someone. In his arms.

His eyes widened. "No. No, no, no, no, no! NO, NO, NO, NO!" He yelled as it turned into agonizing sobs. "NO, NO!"

Moon was holding what was left of Cody.

"THAT WASN'T ME, IT WASN'T ME! I CAN'T HURT ANYONE! IT WASN'T ME!" he kept yelling, wriggling underneath the animatronics hold. He sobbed.

Moon was silent, eerily so. He held the body, just gazing at it like he could will the child to wake up again.

Sun was the first one to move. His hands were shaking, and Eclipse watched him nervously.

"Sun-" He choked out as he tried to free his hand. So he could touch Sun to calm him. But he couldn't move.

Sun dropped to his knees gently, and Eclipse slowly got his head pressed down by Freddy. Onto the colored floor, his cheek pressed hard against it as he felt Sun's light touch on the back of his neck. He was moving Eclipse's hair out of the way.

"No! Sun! Please don't! Please, I can't! Do not shut me down; please do not! It's so dark, and I can't- please don't leave me in the dark!" He cried out.

Sun didn't answer Eclipse's pleas as he felt his neck panel being opened. He shuddered as Sun wrapped his fingers around a bunch of wires, and he sobbed again. "Please don't, please," he begged. "Please, Sunny, please don't; it wasn't me! I would never hurt anyone!"

He heard Sun taking a sharp breath, and then he felt it.

His wires got pulled, and he fell slack. His system warned him that his wires weren't okay.

His eyes faded to nothing but blanks, though he was still aware.

"... I will call them," Moon said. Eclipse supposes it has to do with Cody.

"Okay." Was all Sun responded, his tone flat, as he stood and walked to do something. Eclipse guessed.

The rest of the animatronics were quiet, though he heard some mumble to Moon about helping.

Eclipse zoned in and out of awareness; his body had locked and not shut down, though, to everyone around him, it would look like he was powered off.

He couldn't feel himself, but he heard movement; he was being moved somewhere. He thinks it's Monty who's carrying him. He liked Monty; they played mini golf together on his patrol rounds and talked a lot. Eclipse could hear Monty mutter something but couldn't tell what the animatronic told him.

He zoned out again.

Then, he heard a heavy thunk, which probably meant he was sat down and propped up against a wall. He could see a tiny bit, but the room was dark. Monty's heavy footsteps meant he left for the door, then the door shut and locked. He was alone. He tried to move but couldn't.

It was so dark in this room.

Abandoned.

Stained.

He was left here until he would be found again.

That's at least what he remembers.

The virus is so strong it's tiring. At least he thinks it has to be a virus. He hopes he isn't like this. He's not someone who hurts anyone. He hopes.

Oh, he hopes.

[hippolotamus]

Tagged by my love @disasterbuckdiaz (with a super hot snippet) @daffi-990 (with a whole lotta feels) @tizniz (with a super cute new fic 🦖) @buddierights (with a sweet fic of V-day past) thank you lovelies 💖

Today I bring you two snippets because Fuck It, amirite??? The first is because I was rewatching Fellow Travelers last night and a moment in Episode 2 hit me like a freight train.

But then the skit starts.

Caroline and Carlos, dressed in a suit and skirt respectively, playing as a couple having dinner at home. Caroline sits at a small table while Carlos stirs an empty pot of imaginary soup.

Even though it’s all pretend, the whole scene is so terribly, achingly domestic. A reminder of an unattainable dream. Within seconds Tim feels as though he is submerged, drowning in heartache. It fills his lungs, taking up precious space where air should be. Every silently jagged breath burns as he tries to take in oxygen, but only receives more pain. He doesn’t know how he’s not making a spectacle of himself, attracting attention to the way his heart cracks, just short of breaking completely.

It is a relief when Carlos approaches him, holding out the wooden soup spoon. The gesture is silly but provides a much needed reprieve. Tim finds it in himself to be able to laugh again as he’s fed the invisible offering. A bright feeling that bursts forth, genuinely happy as it displaces his gloominess.

When Carlos and Caroline have bickered and teased their way to the ending, they bow and curtsy as the group claps and cheers. Some even call for an encore. Instead Caroline insists Mary put a record on so everyone can dance.

A lesser version of Tim’s earlier distress settles over him like a thick fog. It blankets him in loneliness while he watches Mary and her lover sway to the music, holding each other close with their cheeks pressed together.

Snippet #2 is noticeably more zesty (any guesses from the banner???) but with no fewer feels. Find a bit of honey, when you call my name under the cut 😏 Hoping this one will be posted very soon.

“You okay?” Buck’s face is etched with such concern and care it makes Eddie’s chest tight. A squeezing around his heart that makes him wish he could pull it from behind his ribcage. To clutch it in his palms while he shows off all the places Buck’s mended and healed for him. A way to prove that Eddie is more than okay, and only improving as they continue to intertwine their lives together.

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.” Eddie lifts his head, angling his neck so he can kiss Buck again. He pours all of his gratitude and overwhelm into it, hoping the message is clear. That their unique brand of silent communication applies here as well.

It must because Buck continues to slide in, albeit slowly. He goes inch by inch, periodically checking in with a questioning look that Eddie returns with a small nod until Buck’s fully seated. And it feels… unusual. Not in a bad way, but an altogether different sensation than the times he’s fucked himself with his fingers or a toy. Of course it would be, because it’s Buck. It’s novel and precious and life changing. An event that Eddie would scribble in his diary if he had one. But at the same time — it’s Buck. So it’s also an inevitable homecoming, like being able to finally set down his burdens and breathe a sigh of relief.

“So good, Buck,” Eddie tells him before the question can be asked, because he knows it will be. He can see it in the infinite blue staring back at him, sparkling with affection and love.

Buck dips his head down, brushing their noses together, and Eddie doesn’t miss how bright, sunny blue turns darker, like dusky twilight.

“Gonna move as soon as you say so,” Buck murmurs against his lips. “‘ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

Eddie’s belly swoops and his muscles clench in anticipation. Because it’s a two way street and this has been years in the making for both of them.

“Oh, yeah?” Before Buck can answer he tacks on, “Do it then. You’re not the only one waiting here, y’know.”

He’s rewarded with a mischievous smirk just before he feels Buck pull back. A moan — closer to a growl — rips out of him when Buck thrusts forward again, making him feel so, so full and whole. Complete.

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[dragonclawfromspace10]

(I know it's kinda strange to put a colored version first, and then an uncovered version second, but the papered drawings are separate and easier.)

Name: Sunshine Samuel Cole

Alais: Sunny, Kiddo, Buddy, Brother, Bro, Sun Absorber, El Dorado

Likes: Hanging out with family and friends, pranking with Ten Cents, relaxing in the sun, animals and critters, lemons, money, singing and dancing, working hard, horror movies, doing the right thing

Dislikes: Bullies, being short, real horror, his father smoking, doing the wrong thing, tree logs, the dark, having allergies

Powers/Abilities: Transforming into a tug, super strength and agility, super sonic shreik, shooting fireballs from his mouth, intelligence

Biography: Sunshine once lived Up River with Billy Shoepack, who he was good friends with.

Capt. Starr saw greatness in him, and hired him to join the Star Fleet to help with the extra work. That was then him and Ten Cents became best friends, and helped to bring Dutches in while Big Mac was unavailable. Unaware of Zorran sneaking up on him, he crashed into Dutches's rudder, which left a small scar on his bow. Becoming depressed about his failure, he ran away and tried to head back Up River in the fog. To his dismay, he crashed into sandbar. Thinking that these were his final moments, Ten Cents and the other Stars found Sunshine, and told him that it was Zorran who pushed him. Happy to hear that he didn't fail, the others took him back home to heal, and he became an honorary new member of Star Fleet.

Personality: He can occasionally be cheeky at times, but is strong-willed nonetheless. He is quick-witted and takes action swiftly without hesitation. He is generally level-headed and cheerful, and takes on most jobs with little complaints. He also has a crush on Sally Seaplane.

He is very bright, which can also mean intelligent as he's able to quickly figure things out, such at when Ten Cents's hooter was the coincidence for Boomer's jinx, suggesting a cause-and-effect relationship.

In early stages of his life, he was less obedient and liked to do things like Billy Shoepack did. However, upon growing up, he wanted to feel more useful, and that's one of the reasons why he joined Star Fleet.

Relationships: Ever since his first day in Bigg City Port, he had gotten along with almost everyone, including his fellow Stars, and his "big brother" Ten Cents. He was afraid of the Z-Stacks for a while because of what Zorran did, but he soon grew a little closer because of his father, Zak.

When he met Zak and discovered he was his father, he was overwhelmed and hurt that he was the one that left him on Billy's doorstep as a baby, and that he didn't do anything to stop Zorran from bumping into him. But because he's a very forgiving boy, he was willing to come closer to Zak, and refer to him as "Dad". He was dismayed that Zak didn't want him to tell the others yet as he was excited to tell his fellow Stars. So far, Ten Cents had been the only one Sunshine revealed to about Zak and made him promise not to tell the others as he had a hard time keeping secrets.

Obvious enough, Sunshine developed a crush on Sally Seaplane and is currently too shy to express his feelings towards her. Everyone is aware of it, even when he does his best to hide it.

[smokszyvverstar]

Tell us more about Edama! A cat in return.

Oooh thank you for the cat! Theyre adorable! Give them a kiss on the forehead from me (if they like it, if not do what they like)

I forgot what i already talked about and what I havent, so im sorry if im repeating myself.

Edama is super close with their cousins, and all four of them wear bracelets made of stardust they collected beside the Beanbean Mushroom border, so that no matter how far apart they are, they'll always have something to remember each other by. Edama has theirs on their left hand, and Mario's kids have their ones on their right hand.

Being a royal, Edama got to meet lots of other species from other Kingdoms. Luigi and Mario convince their spouses to organise the trips so both royal families go together. Edama loves the Cap kingdom, and has gotten lost in the fog a few times. They also like the sunny weather of Isle Delfino and Sarasaland, even if the latter is a bit too dry. And while they enjoy the calm vibes of Pi'illo island, they feel uneasy sleeping there after hearing about Antasma.

Daisy loves to tease Eddy (nicknames are her live language). She calls herself their Auntie Daisy and is still super close with Luigi and Peasley. And she loves how Eddy is so keen to listen to her rambling about how good she is at sports. Peasley sorta just has this "oh really is that true?" Air to him, leading them to compete to prove her (exaggerated) stories true. Eddy finds this hilarious. Luigi just hopes that they will still be friends.

Another royal Ed's close with is Bowser Jr, but i think i talked about that. I think Luigi eventually deals with King Boo, so theres no worry about him. Until Edama and their cousins sneak into the old mansion, and King Boo latches onto Edama. Luigi finds out where all the kids snuck to and (rightfully) terrified, he rushes to the mansion to find them. He finds Edama curled up in a corner, surrounded by ghosts of all kinds. They search for Mario's kids together. That is when Edama finally learns to control their powers to attract ghosts, and can choose whether or not they see and hear ghosts.

Growing up, Edama loved the idea of wishes, and the fact that their papas basically wished them into existence (that plus science) made them feel super special and happy

This paragraph gets super sad so heads up. However after the events of the AU, with the invader Shroobulus (basically a Shroob that was experimented on so much it got upgraded and is now super stronk) wrecking so much havoc, has broken their faith and hope. They no longer believe they were born from a wish upon the Beanstar, they dont believe in wishes at all. Sure if wishes could come true, then why didn't their wishes for peace come true?

As a cheer up here is a wip of trying to draw them in the alphadream style

Forgor to crop it, but at least you can see its ibis paint x

[juniperhillpatient]

I didn’t want to share this with the link but my one & only criticism of that video I shared is super specific & it’s that the video essayist doesn’t like Dennis trying to kill Dee in the castle. In my opinion that was a beautifully hilarious scene / culmination of a hysterically entertaining subplot & I strongly disagree with her that it fell into the same category as other cases of the show becoming too mean spirited & neglecting to show that these characters care about each other in the latest seasons. I do agree that this is a huge issue & literally everything else in the almost 3 hour video I fully agreed with though so please still know I loved the critique. I just really liked the castle episodes & this is an excuse to talk about it lol -

I actually found the sibling dynamic weirdly sweet in the Covid episodes. The joke was funny because it wasn’t that Dennis literally wants to kill Dee, it was that he was delirious with Covid & thought he was communicating with a ghostly castle which is so funny cmon. And before that they were renting a castle together & she was teasing him while also taking care of him & in a giant castle they still chose to share a room like they’re so cute. It’s my favorite plot we’ve had in so many seasons & I must defend it with my life.

To me it was mean in classic sunny fashion which is VERY very notably different to the way new sunny is mean. It called back to such iconic scenes as “Dee? I swear you would be of more use to me if I skinned you and turned your skin into a lampshade. Or fashioned you into a piece of high-end luggage. I can even add you to my collection” followed by a hilariously horrified expression from Kaitlin Olson.

Dennis rushing at Dee in a deranged attempt to behead her only to pass out & she has to take him to the hospital is great. It’s the above mentioned scene with talk of skin luggage - or Dennis & Dee’s talk of murder & Dee’s confusion and about what the “actual plan” is in “Mac is a serial killer” amped up to 100 to me. It’s “Dennis is a serial killer” jokes done right much like “making Dennis Reynolds: a murderer” & NOT like “The Gang Gets Cursed.” That last one takes the joke way too far by leaving the implication that Dennis might actually be a killer which completely ruins the joke both by explaining it & botching the punchline which should always be that Dennis is a pathetic bitch who WISHES he was a serial killer (side note - other than that, I mostly enjoy “The Gang Gets Cursed” btw).

This became an essay but I wanted to share that extremely good & insightful video without my huge block of text commentary on something extremely specific. However I did want to rant about how much i LOVE the siblings in the castle episode imo that is pure classic sunny dynamics shining through the fog of late seasons overall crappiness lmao I’d actually categorize that specific sub plot as one of my favorites in the whole show which is insane given that it’s from season 15. I just really really love the Reynolds siblings being fucked up but in a funny way that has almost sweet aspects hehe

I also think this is an opportunity for me to discuss WHAT the notable difference is between the “mean” aspect of sunny here & why it works SO much better than the other mostly uncomfortable humor of later seasons. The joke’s punchline is on Dennis - something that’s desperately been needed in the sibling dynamic & the way it’s narratively framed for a LONG fucking time. As discussed in that amazing & super insightful video, new sunny punches down & it’s frankly cringe more often than not. Old Sunny knew who it’s jokes were on & it was always the person just asking for comeuppance by being awful. I’m not saying Dee isn’t awful because that would defeat the purpose of her character but she does suffer from what I call “the Meg Griffin effect.” It also hurts such characters as Britta Perry from Community, Jerry Gergich from Parks & Rec, & Toby Flenderson from The Office. It becomes more uncomfortable & off putting than funny as an audience member after a while to see everyone being consistently awful to one specific character who is not inherently worse than the others but is always the butt of the joke. It’s a trope I will simply never enjoy, personally.

But the castle plot works because it’s certainly deranged & mean (it’s literally not even always sunny if it’s not deranged & dark & mean you might as well give up & watch a different show if you don’t like your dynamics fucked up) but the joke is not -

A. Dennis is a serial killer ooooh edgy! - tired, contrived, Reddit core, unfunny, defeats the point of sunny which is that these guys are all incompetent losers

B. Haha dee is gonna die! She sucks lol! - that is one way to interpret the joke I guess but it’s so clearly actually that Dennis is in a fucking fever infused hallucination about ghosts & dee ultimately has to take his passed out ass the ER because this stupid bitch didn’t get vaccinated

Like it redeems so much or the awful dynamic they’ve built (which they unfortunately double down on anyway later. *cough* the gang goes bowling *cough*) where it’s like…. Isn’t it hilarious that Dennis constantly abuses his sister guys? Haha what if dee literally killed herself lol? Isn’t this so funny aren’t you having fun?

Classic sunny is mean. I’m not trying to say I dislike mean punchlines. But……. Dennis passing out & almost dying Covid IS mean? Dee having to deal with her brother almost beheading her & listening to his deranged conversations with “the castle” IS mean? It’s just that it’s mean in a FUNNY way. Like Charlie getting rejected by the waitress in the musical episode. Like Dee realizing how disgusting her schemes are in “PTSDee” & feeling sickened by herself. Like Frank getting told to fuck himself in his fat fucking ass in the Christmas episode. Or Mac shitting his pants in “Mac Day.” These are all examples of times I’ve found the meanness of sunny funny because it’s about showing what happens when you’re a horrible person who never learns.

Anyway in conclusion I love the Reynolds siblings & the castle plot is the only good part of new sunny goodbye

[bearsgrove]

9, 17, 18, 23, 56, 98 for the ask thing?

thank u so much for all of these!!!!! ♥

9. favorite smell in the summer? late evening in the forest or near a meadow, after a hot day all the grass smells kind of nice when u are just sitting on a porch drinking beer

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? my army green combat boots! super comfortable and reliable, i love them so much

18. ideal weather? snowing with fog :( sad face because its sunny and warm now and winter has ended…… i mourn. i grieve. but yeah. if not snowing then cold with fog. if not fog then just kinda cold and overcast. i love my cold ok and im allergic to the sun.

23. strange habits? idk if this is just a strange habit or just my severe ocd showing but i wash my hands after nearly everything. but mainly after being in contact with any kind of metal like keys, door handles or coins. i cannot stand the feeling and scent of metal on my hands and i need to wash my hands immediately. but i also wash them just like. all the time. i have many strange habits for sure but most of them im not even super aware of and cant think off the top of my head because they are so normal to me until someone points them out lol. the hand washing im just aware of because anyone who knows me irl notices and comments on it so im Aware alright. but cant think of any more rn

56. favorite tradition? ok so i hate christmas and easter but my grandma is very traditionally christian and i cant imagine those holidays without her food. christmas potato salad and easter meat cake. man. i look forward to those all year. cant think of any actual traditions that dont involve food tho actually u know what. i do love the gift giving during christmas. my mom tried to sort of divert from that tradition because we dont have a lot of money but the thing is i dont spend much on gifts, i love making them. so despite disliking christmas i still like the aspect of making something for the people i love and then giving it to them and seeing their reaction

98. favorite historical era? this one is hard alright because i fucking LOVE history. i cant choose just one. tho i generally lean more towards the ancient times than anything more recent. i love ancient egypt, mesopotamia, ancient greece and rome…. celts. idk. there is something about the industrial revolution era too. but yeah mostly i think i love ancient times the most.

[soloh]

Fell asleep, had a dream I was driving in heavy fog, then came round a corner and it was super sunny but I was also suddenly in a Minecraft biome, and I watched someone else crash their little Minecraft car and then I crashed mine, and then I "woke up" in bed and in my bed was a tiny but very much alive and real creeper, and I flicked him away from me and he exploded and then I actually woke up and now it's 3:40am and I'm feeling very disorientated and mildly confused about why my unconscious mind was like "okay, what if, MINECRAFT"

[mygainyear2024]

Day 60 28,877 steps from Cascais to Farol da Guia to Estoril

Today was a public holiday in Lisbon, so I figured hoards of people would be going to the many beaches along the coastline as it was also 30° and as these places were on my list to visit I figured I'd go to.

I stuffed up purchasing metro and train tickets and probably could have Ubered some of it for cheaper, after what seemed like a couple of hours getting there, first stop A Padaria Portuguesa. There are many of these dotted around the city, Eva (Upwork) recommended I try their pao de deus. Yum, it's like a doughier denser version of Dad's cream bun, without the cream and jam, but with a sweet icing on top. I also thought I'd try their bolinhos de bacalhau (codfish cake, heated this time), also yum. I then headed to the marina to buy specialty coffee at Kafeine, also good, passed Museu Condes de Castro Guimarães, the grounds of which butt onto the water and provide an interesting watering hole, then onto the coastline to view the Boca do Inferno (much like the clifftops in The Algarve). On the way to Nossa Senhora do Cabo Shopping Centre (in a castle) I noticed a strange haze in the distance and wondered if I had heat stroke. I stopped and asked a man sitting on the wall about it. He said it was fog and a regular occurrence particularly on a windy day. It must be windy somewhere else! He said “don’t worry it’s not a tsunami!” Fuck, I wasn’t thinking that, but where is my exit route 🥴

I made it to Farol da Guia (lighthouse). I did not go on further to the western most point of Europe at Cabo da Roca, it really was quite hot.

I walked back into Cascais for lunch, I needed a salad and it did not disappoint, and thought about gelato. Bypassed a couple of gelato stores as nothing appealed to me and then I came across the long queue outside Santini and tried theirs instead.

The best part of my day (which was a recommendation on one of the many FB posts I've been following and I was thinking about abandoning due to the heat) was the walk from Cascais to Estoril, along the coastline, looking at the coloured umbrellas and hoards of people at the beach. Some were even lying on the stairs.

An older British couple amused me on the train ride back. They were super cool, she definitely had been swimming, her wet shoulder length hair had a natural wave and she was wearing a black satiny dress and reading a book. He looked similar to Mick Jagger and strangely like an older version of my second ex-husband. He had a permanent lip pout, was wearing a bowler type hat and small sunnies and had one too many buttons of his shirt undone revealing quite the scrawny chest. I wanted to ask him if he worked in the music biz!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Newsies OC Guide

OC Count: 12

Name: Hilda Beckett

Nickname: Birdie- She’s kinda a lookout for Staten Island and her signal that something’s happening or someone’s coming is a bird’s whistle

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Staten Island or Queens

Personality: Passionate, caring, (somewhat) easily irritable, street smart

Likes: Music, candy (on the rare occasion she can get it), Fall, her “sisters” (aka fellow newsies)

Dislikes: Summer, messes, lightning, competitions

Ship: Oscar Delancey

Name: Ava Fig (real last name unknown)

Nickname: Tinker- she has many skills when it comes to fixing things that she’s more than happy to put to use in order to profit from

Age: 15/16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Resourceful, witty, thoughtful, trustworthy, earnest

Likes: Fixing things, cloud watching, carriage rides, reading, good manners

Dislikes: Gender norms, heat, bright colors, sewing, fog

Note(s):

It’s unclear how she has so much knowledge about so many things (she’s not even sure she knows how), but nevertheless she alway puts it to use

While her main job is being a newsie, she’s also welcome to commissions from anyone needing her abilities and she’s gained a small bit of a reputation from it

In reference to the first dislike) I can just imagine one of the workers of the newspaper being told that a tinker is coming in to fix their machine and then a small 5’3/4 girl waltzing in with a tool belt and her weird ass goggles lmao

Ship: Darcy Reid

Name: Poppy (no last name)

Nickname: Poppy- she doesn’t actually know her real name or family

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Clever, loyal, intuitive, observant, kindhearted

Likes: Collecting things (little trinkets), sewing, music, rain, festivals

Dislikes: Being late, winter, excessive blood, roses, nitpicking

Notes:

She was raised in an orphanage until she was ten, when she eventually ran away and started her life as a newsie. She named herself Poppy after the flower

Ship: Davey Jacobs

Name: Hazel Rynn

Nickname: Gingersnap- Because of her red hair

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Moving pictures, trinket collecting, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

(In reference to the first like) she often sneaks into theaters to just watch moving pictures. She hasn’t been caught yet as far as she knows, but if she has been, they haven’t said anything to her

Ship: Spot Conlon

Name: Mavis Adler

Nickname: Nurse- she’s the unofficial nurse to the newsies

Age: 15

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Kind, intelligent, realistic, passionate, resourceful

Likes: Helping people, music, sunsets, cloud watching, Fall

Dislikes: Rainy days, thorns, sewing, closed spaces, messes

Notes:

As previously stated, Mavis had essentially become the nurse of the newsies. When she was super young she spent a lot of time sick in the hospital, and in her boredom of just sitting there she began learning whatever the nurses there would teach her.

She doesn’t really like talking about her past so that was just about all the other newsies knew about her

Ship: Elmer

Name: Alina Ewa Jacobi

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Waitress- Jacobi’s Deli

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Optimistic, sincere, funny, friendly, caring

Likes: Newsies, working at the deli, art, physical touch, Spring

Dislikes: Summer, being late, white roses, competition, no manners

Notes:

As implied by her name, she’s the daughter of Mr. Jacobi.

Ship: Mush Myers

Name: Ella Chastain

Nickname: Runner- she’s Spot’s messenger of sorts

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Brooklyn

Personality: Curious, carefree, positive, witty, kind

Likes: Mythology, dancing, sunrises, children, flowers

Dislikes: Fireworks, arguing, sitting still, swimming, negativity

Notes:

Ella isn’t quite Spot’s second in command per se, she’s more of his messenger. When he needs word to get to the other boroughs he sends her. She’s also a sort of mother/older sister to the other newsies (even the ones that are older than her).

She basically has most (if not all) the streets of the city memorized, so it’s a rare occasion that she ever gets lost.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Issa Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Inquisitive, realist, thoughtful, generous, careful

Likes: Reading, sweet scents, sunshine, picnics, baking

Dislikes: Darkness, rain, heights, sports, chalk

Notes:

Issa’s father is a jeweler. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Bonnie Morgan

Nickname: Baby- she’s considered everyone’s baby sister (even to those she’s older than)

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Passionate, caring, witty, gentle, optimistic

Likes: Helping others, sweets, flowers, sewing, moving pictures

Dislikes: Winter, rain, bugs, singing in front of others, loud noises

Ship: Racetrack Higgins

Name: Mia Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Carefree, kind, smart, amiable, adventurous

Likes: Drawing, stargazing, rain, writing stories, learning

Dislikes: Surprises, outdoors, sitting still, heavy clothes, competition

Notes:

If you can’t tell by the last name Mia is the sister of Issa. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Kid Blink

Name: Apricot Monroe

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: TBD

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Heights, trinkets, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

Ship: Finch

Full name: Lilith Larkin

Nickname: Lily

Age: 17

Occupation: Performer at Medda’s Theatre

Borough: Manhattan

Likes: Spring, adventures, singing, sunlight, dancing

Dislikes: Grumpiness, eggs, silence, darkness, rain

Personality: Carefree, passionate, loyal, ambitious, optimistic

Ship: Bill Hearst Jr

[citrinesparkles]

hi citrine! it's been a while since i've checked in with you, how are you? the weather where i'm at has been kinda gloomy the last few weeks and it's been putting me in a strange mood, but hopefully you're faring better.

have you watched any new movies lately? i watched the little mermaid last weekend and i'm watching the new spiderverse movie this weekend!

-austen anon

AUS AUS my BELOVEDDD hi hon!!! it's so good to hear from you- literally was wondering about you yesterday!

i'm sending you so many good vibes omg. i get very dreary if the weather's gloomy for too long, so i feel that :( i hope you have sunny days coming your way!!

i HAVE actually!! i watched little women (2019) with two of my favorite people recently and fell head over heels for it. i don't remember the book too well and im sure there are a ton of, er, creative liberties taken with the movie, but it made me really emotional about life and love and family and how the women in my life have shaped me.

also watched the fog for the first time recently! also very good- for very different reasons, JKSDFHKJSDF. both made me miss the beach though. (as you may have noticed if you've been around a minute, im a huge fan of spooky things!! brand new to horror, though, so it was a really nice "baby's first horror movie" type thing. that and alien- another recent addition to my mental catalogue!!)

im very much hoping to see both little mermaid and spidey soon!! ive been super busy these past few weeks with graduations in the family (including celebrating mine, leftover from december HJDSKFHKSJ) and getting all set up for new classes, but i'm hoping the theater may be on my agenda this week. ive been looking forward to these for AGESSSSS. disney and spidey are, like, central to my personality, so im Excited excited.

counter question: have you listened to any good music lately? im itching for new tunes (<- as always)

[valentine-writes]

I have a cute request! Sun and moon are talking to their crush and their crush is super tired so they lean in a give them a little kiss “as much as I love your voice you’re just a tad loud”

starry eyed kisses (sun x reader hcs !)

↳ ft. sun/sunnydrop

「 gn! reader, romantic relationship <3 」

author's note: WRITING AGAIN!!!! this request iz super duper adorbz awwaugwhgwa (*´꒳`*) ! <3 i do have. some trouble writing kisses tho (as u could probably tell by my "give him a great big kiss" monty hcs.... so. um. might not be tha most detailed when it comes to The Actual Kiss. ANYWAYS HERE U GO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING FOR LITERALLY MONTHS ANON!!!! (also u can totally tell that this title is based off of the song "anyone else but you" by kimya dawson- i <3 that song sm,,,,) and. awuuauwgh,,, no editing here if there’s mistakes i am So Sorry. + ONE LAST THING- since my next thingy iz vv much moon focused, i decided to only make this one for sunny :]

▸ at first it was somewhat amusing to just watch the animatronics from afar whenever you visited, with their weird little human-ish quirks and all. strange. were they programmed to feel so real? something about their ai made them seem somewhat... human-like?

▸ not human-like in appearance, and certainly not in material- but enough to convey body language and even sometimes display some sorts of emotions. this was especially true with one of the daycare attendants, sun. possibly the most energetic being you've ever met. and it made sense, considering he was made to entertain and keep watch of children.

▸ he was endearing. if not a little off putting. maybe a little bit unnerving at times. or just. kind of weird. incredibly tall, lanky and smiley, you had to admit his design was a little odd.

▸ but as you began to interact with him, his weirdness just seemed to be something you could dismiss as part of him. and it was true that humans could get attached to a lot of things- even inanimate objects, but this wasn't a strange attachment (to you at least) you had formed randomly- it was more like friendship

▸ talking to animatronics wasn't so bad. at first, maybe you felt a little awkward talking to literal robots. and now. friendship. with robots. great. not that it wasn't nice. just that it certainly wasn't everyday somebody hung out with a weird sun thing just to enjoy it's company.

▸ you didn't know you weren't the only one developing these type of emotions. unknown to you, sun had become completely attached.

▸ it was quiet in the daycare. that type of silence never occurred often, but considering it was near closing hours, silence was expected. it was late. you could feel it in your sleepy, fogged up mind

▸ you fought back your tiredness and stifled a yawn. the daycare lights were still on as per usual, so you walked in, calling for him

▸ kind of easy to find sun. he's a tall, brightly coloured robot in some sort of jester outfit. that’s a sight that’s a little impossible to ignore.

▸ sun stands on the little tower platform (IDK. it's kinda like a castle tower painted up on the wall w/ a platform and i have No Idea what to call it) and upon seeing you, waves with the most amount of energy that can be put into a wave

▸ you call up to him, motioning for him to come down. his face plate spins, his everlasting grin on his face brightening and- "...?!"

▸ sun tackles to the ground in some form of a hug. ah. that's one way to get down

▸ ignoring the fact that you've been knocked over, flat on your ass, which is definitely going to cause some bruising- you greet him as he rambles on about how much he missed you

▸he pauses, noticing your silence. and begins rambling again. this time in worry.

▸”are you hurt? did i hurt you? oh no, no no- i can help- i can! i can fix this- where does it hurt? here? maybe here? oh no, i didn’t mean to- i didn’t- i’m so, so sorry, this is awful just- awful- i didn’t-”

▸ the crackling of his voice box and panic made your heart break for him a little. though his speech was so rapid fire that your tired brain couldn’t exactly make out what he was saying- that, on top of his volume. he seemed to be getting louder and louder with worry

▸ “sunny-”

▸ “did you break a bone? we can’t have that! i have to take care of you right away and-”

▸ “sunny-”

▸ bringing your face close to his, you gave him a tiny kiss. “as much as i love your voice, you’re a tad loud...”

▸ instant silence. you can hear the fans that prevent him from overheating starting to whir up. loudly. sun slowly moves back, his smile growing, faceplate spinning-

▸ and then just. stops to look at you. you stare. he stares back. before you can say anything, he nears your face slowly, bringing you close

▸ “...another?” he asks softly, wanting another kiss. his eagerness is almost funny. but at least he’s calmed down

▸  you can’t help but laugh, pushing him away gently. “only if you promise to keep it down.”

▸ it doesn’t take him long to quickly promise you, that’s for sure.