#captain starburst

[valravenn]

blows you up with mind

working on a school project and always finding a way to insert my blorbo into it..

[obscurideer]

Art trade with @captainstarburst !

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[landfilloftrash]

A bunch of aggie doodles ft. a couple of my partners joining in with contributions

[foddercaptain]

☆ Bunch of mutuals came together for a magma about our ocs in a zombie apocalypse AU, here's mine with my Sonadow fankid!

[starsweets]

i think i'm in love with myself! 🩷💙✨

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[startrek-eridani]

Captain Saavik on the cover of Marvel Starburst no 91, in 1994

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Great answers!

1: if there was a live action tv show or movie, who would be cast as the duo? I can see the yellow coat kid from the 2017 movie it as Chris.

2: who would win in a wrestling match between the duo & the supersons? To make things fair: Chris & Jon wears red sun ankle bracelets & Jake has his powers turn off. Plus mar’i as the referee.

3: what’s their favorite puns to use? I can see Jake asking a goon: you know what’s my favorite ballet is? The Nutcracker! & hits the goon in the crotch.

4: in the two previous asks, with the whole stink face being used on the loser in games, do you think it would be better if the loser was sat on instead? like how most older siblings/cousins would do on the younger ones, or maybe squat over the losers face. Either one of the two options AND the loser giving the winner a parfait.

5: does the duo have any hidden talents?

6: based on the first captain underpants book: Jake & Chris mind-controlled their mean teacher or principal to become apple-pie man.

1) Well upon some research and since not he only does he posses formidable acting experience but also started recently in an actual DC Comics adaptation, I can see actor Christian Convery (Sweet Tooth) in the role of Chris Kent had a hypothetical show in the Starburst Duo been in production as of now. This especially can come in handy for more dramatic moments when Chris’ anxieties and internal struggles regarding his past come into the limelight. If Convery’s performance as Gus during heavier moments is any indication, he can pull of those moments with clarity.

Meanwhile for Jake, while so far no actors that are well known come to mind for his casting had this hypothetical show been made as this moment in time. Though if say there’s some sort of timey-wimey nonsense that allows for an actor even from before to fulfill the role, I can nominate Raphael Alejandro (Once Upon a Time, Bunk’d). It certainly would fit in with the short lived trend of Disney channel stars appearing in DC adaptations as had happened with Asher Angel in SHAZAM (2019).

2) it’s a stiff and prolonged match that sees both Chris and Jon give it their all and despite the fact Jon’s partner is well versed in all sorts of combat training and martial arts, Jake ultimately squeaks by a small victory for the Duo with using whatever strength he had in pinning Jon just long enough for Mar’i to make the three count, allowing the Duo their win. While those opponents had strength and tactics, Chris and Jake had a keen eye on legit teamwork and using their opponents weakness to their advantage.

3) Oh that’s perfectly in line with Jake’s banter. In fact if anything, while ultimately focused and determined on his approach as a crime fighter, Jake as Skybird is the one mostly using one liners between the two of them. Other examples can include but not limited to;

(Using Cellphones against his enemies should they be fighting in a Phone Store)

“Hey, The Butt Kicking Department Called, You’re Overdue On Your Payment”

(When on an Ocean Based Mission along with Cerdian, dealing with a sea monster)

“Under The Sea? What’s the matter with Over the Sea?”

(When Fully Charged Up and Eyes Glowing with Starbolt Power)

“Pardon the Pun, but Time to Light This Christmas Tree Up…..Brightly”

4) Maybe the loser being lightly sat on with their back as the cushion at most can be a possible Losers ‘Prize’ though knowing those two and despite their knowledge of that stuff, they still primarily have the loser make the winner an Ice Cream Prize. That said, the loser every now and then ends up wearing a maid’s outfit/dress and a photo of it is taken for their loved ones and friends to see.

5) Chris - Whether he knows it or not, he’s plenty capable of doing good dancing on the floor during big parties and gatherings. Only reason he doesn’t is due his sense of awareness and fear of potential embarrassment.

Jake - He’s plenty capable of reverse engineering and tinkering with alien tech and gadgets, often without needing any sort of blueprints or guides to figuring out how each device works or their functions.

6) Much akin to Captain Underpants, their principal winds up going out into the streets with the Duo needing to chase him around and make sure he doesn’t get hurt badly before the hypnosis can wear off. Coincidentally, Kite Man (Hell Yeah!) was in the midst of a robbing spree in Bludhaven but since they can’t be sure if Apple Pie Man would remember their crime fighter identities a secret, Chris and Jake had to remain in their civies while he dealt with Kite Man himself. Thankfully the Principal’s surprisingly tasty pies were able to subdue Kite Man with it’s tempting smell and taste, allowing for his easy capture. Needless to say, it was most definitely one of the weirder adventures the Duo had ever been on which is frankly saying quite a lot

After much delays, here’s some adequate enough answers for you my friend ;-) @gothicghost2000

[marlynnofmany]

Heights and Heroism

I only glanced at the briefing for this delivery, since I was called in as last-minute help to make sure we got everything unloaded quickly. Lots of boxes; unreliable local weather. So I was pretty sure the set of eyes peering down at us through the viewport in the very large door belonged to one of those elephantlike giants, but I really wasn’t sure. The lighting inside wasn’t great.

Also the glass in that little window was broken, and the massive door was peppered with dents like the big folks had been playing dodgeball with bowling balls outside their front gate. The dense jungle of tree branches above seemed to be missing some chunks, which were scattered across the ground. A memory pinged with the phrase “lethal hail” among the hazards to be expected here. Uh oh.

A different memory reminded me that the elephants were called Sizers — or “Those Who Are the Correct Size” if you want to be formal — but I had other things to focus on right now.

Blip was yelling politely that we were here with the delivery they ordered, while Blop made dramatic gestures toward the massive pile of boxes on the hoversled. He looked like a game show assistant displaying the prizes to be won, if the game show was run by fishy bodybuilders and the prizes were held down with industrial cargo nets. Windstorms were also a concern here. Blip and Blop had even gone with their tight-fitting clothes instead of the filmy flyaway ones just in case. I’m sure getting their natural frills tossed around would be annoying enough without the clothes getting in on it too.

Paint, on the other hand, wore only a heat sticker over her orange scales — a blue-white starburst on her chest that would make sure any sudden temperature drops weren’t a problem — and she also wore a worried expression. I couldn’t blame her. She held onto one corner of the cargo net like either it was in danger of getting blown away, or she was.

A voice that was both loud and muffled filtered through the door. “Right, the replacement parts! And other — Wait, I’ll be right back.”

I looked up to see the eyes disappear from view while heavy footsteps thudded away. The door remained closed.

Blip and Blop looked at each other, then at Paint and me. Shrugs and nervous glances all around. I squinted suspiciously at the foggy sky that peeked between branches and above the building, and I tested the direction of the breeze. Which told me nothing, but at least it let me feel productive.

Blip said, “I hope they come back soon.”

Blop added, “It’s a pity they didn’t just open the door so we can start unloading while we wait.”

Paint craned her neck. “I think I see the opening switch. It’s a shame that window isn’t down where we can reach it.”

I bent a little to see from her angle. Yeah, that sure looked like the kind of large button meant to be pressed by huge bifurcated elephant trunks. “They probably wouldn’t think kindly of us just opening their front door for them,” I said.

Blip’s communicator chimed. She stood tall and answered with the dignity of someone assigned as point person on a large delivery. “Blip.”

The rest of us kept quiet as she listened. Blop and Paint were probably straining their ears for hints like I was.

Blip looked off sharply to the left, where more trees clustered near. “Okay, good to know; unfortunately we can’t speed things up because the person at the door just got called away before opening it. And I’m sure leaving their things out here to be smashed isn’t an option.”

Oh no. I looked at the sky again. Hail? It has to be hail. But how far away? Blip was asking whether we should start walking back to the ship or not. She stood in silence while listening to the answer. Then she said thanks and ended the call.

“The captain’s calling our contact,” Blip announced. “Hopefully someone else can come open the door, and we can leave everything inside before the hail gets here. We’ve got a few minutes.”

“Oh man.” I sized up the chunks of bark and fallen branches. “Did she say how many minutes?”

“No. Wind’s unpredictable.”

On cue, a gust blew leaves skittering across the hard-packed dirt of the forest and onto the paving stones.

Paint scampered closer to the door and cupped her hands to yell, “Anybody in there? Can you open the door, please? Hello?”

No one answered. I stepped over to press my ear to the door, but heard nothing useful. Blip whacked a fist against the metal plate that passed as a doorbell. It clattered loudly against the one behind it, but no one inside came to answer it. Maybe they were preparing for the hailstorm too.

You’d think they’d remember the fragile strangers left outside. The wind was getting stronger.

A chime from Blip’s communicator made me hopeful for a moment, but that was a brief moment. Blip said about three words, then hung up.

“Captain says shelter in place. No one’s answering, so she’s going to see if Kavlae can thread the ship between the building and the trees to pick us up. We have permission to hide under the hoversled if we need to, never mind the delivery.”

Oh, that was grim. We never sacrificed a delivery. The hailstorm must be coming fast.

Blip and Blop both banged on the door while Paint yelled some more, and I grabbed a chunk of branch off the ground to throw at the window. I made it through, but didn’t reach the button on the wall. I tried again. No luck. Most of the stuff on the ground wasn’t very aerodynamic.

“Hey, do we know what’s in the boxes?” I asked Blip. “Maybe there’s something we can use.”

Blip came to join me in peering through the cargo net. She’d read the briefing. “I doubt it. Mostly replacement panels for windows that are less breakable, electronics parts, and assistive devices.”

“Assistive how?” I asked, scanning labels. “Any hover tech?” While the sled could only be raised a little bit, something else might bring us level with the window.

“Extendable thingymawhatsits,” Blip said. She found the right box and hastily unfastened that part of the net while Blop and Paint kept up the noise.

We got the box open to find a bunch of cylinders with warning colors on one end and an indented button in the center. Hm. I took one out (not too heavy), aimed it carefully (away from everyone), and pressed the button. With a shoonk, the tube shot out into a pole with a rubbery tip. Hm.

Blip said, “I think it’s for reaching stuff when they’re injured, or elderly, or exceptionally small, or children.” Her voice got quieter as she inspected more boxes. “That would be great if we were way up there, but no luck.”

I retracted the pole. No kickback to speak of. “I have an idea,” I said, speaking slowly while I thought quickly. The window was more than twice my height away, but that wasn’t all that far. And we had four of us. Two of which were strong. “Ever heard of a human pyramid?”

Blip looked at me with concern. “No.”

I gripped the cylinder and ran toward the door. “Guys, I have an idea! Paint, you’re going to have to be very brave.”

Paint said, “Oh, I don’t like this idea.” But she and Blop stopped to listen.

I gestured as I talked. “If you two stand here, and I climb onto your shoulders with Paint on my shoulders, she can activate this extendo-thing to hit the button.” I demonstrated opening and closing the pole.

Paint clasped her hands in front of her chest. “Ohh, I really don’t like this plan.”

Thinking back on every reaction she’d had to my fondness for climbing things, and her shock at the very idea of something as tame as a swingset, I felt a little bad for suggesting it. Heatseekers were more at home in caves than treetops. But this was urgent. The hoversled wasn’t rated for that kind of hail strike any more than the door was.

“You can do it,” I told her. “You don’t even have to open your eyes until you’re up there. Just hold onto me while I climb up. They’re strong; they can help.”

It took a little convincing. If the wind hadn’t been moving at an increasingly alarming speed, she probably wouldn’t have agreed. The Frillian twins didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about the idea either, but their role was just to be the stable base, and that probably sounded more doable.

We made it happen. I gave the extendo-tube to Paint, who clutched it tightly and shut her eyes, then the twins lifted her onto my shoulders. I would have gotten tired quickly if I had to carry her any real distance, but this would be fast. I could do this. With her scaly arms wrapped around my head and the tube only poking my neck a little, I gave pointers on how Blip and Blop should stand.

A bent leg here, a steadying arm there (and also there), a monumental amount of nervous sweat, and lots of deep breaths later, and I had a foot on either shoulder. I stood up, sliding against the wall with one hand out and the other grasping Paint’s ankle.

The window was right above me. “We’re here,” I told her. “Look straight forward. Don’t touch the broken glass.” I braced myself in case she flinched away on instinct.

Her voice was breathy among the buffeting wind. “I see it.”

“Great! Now carefully aim the tube, and keep a good grip.”

She did. I couldn’t really see much without moving my head in a way that might unseat her, so I kept very still. She let go of my head and aimed.

Shoonk went the tube.

Click went the button.

Rumble went the door, starting to slide open.

Oh jeez. Why didn’t we plan for that part?

Paint yelped and dropped the pole, clutching my face so I couldn’t see, while I bent and groped blindly below. Strong hands grabbed my arms; everything was a jumble of movement and panic, but I made it to solid ground and Paint was gone from my back in a way that felt like she’d been lifted rather than dropped. The chaos was loud.

“Quick, move the sled inside!” yelled Blip over the wind and the rumble of the door.

“I think I see the ship!” yelled Blop.

Paint was simply yelling, running over to the hoversled’s controls and leaping on, steering it toward the door while shouting one long note in a way that sounded cathartic. I felt like doing the same.

When Paint parked inside building, we descended on it in a rush to unfasten the net and move boxes to the floor. Anywhere on the floor. As long as it was indoors, and not on the sled. I didn’t bother to take in the sights (big foyer, minimal decorations) or to yell down a hall. If they hadn’t heard us yet, they weren’t going to now.

Only a couple boxes remained when Blip’s communicator rang. “What?” she asked, holding it with one hand while she twirled the net into a bundle with the other. “Great, we just got everything unloaded inside. Tell you later. Bye.” She shoved the communicator into a pocket and threw the net onto the sled. “Stay away from the door!” she told us, as if we were about to go anywhere near that gale. “They’re landing now!”

A loud crack made me jump, worried that the building was about to fall on us. Instead another branch fell outside, followed by another. A shadow on the ground moved in a way that took me a moment to recognize: our ship’s grabber arm, shaped like a tentacle and operable only by Strongarms. Wio was using it to clear a path while Kavlae steered the ship into the limited space in front of the building.

As it dropped into view, the cargo bay door was already open. Captain Sunlight clung to the doorframe with Mur and Zhee behind her. “Run!” she yelled, pointing to the left. “Hail!”

Paint was already on the sled, steering it toward the door. She said over her shoulder, “Get on!”

I scrambled on next to the Frillian twins, and Paint raised the hover height to clear both the boxes and the edge of the cargo bay. I only caught a glimpse of the wind-whipped forest as we zoomed onto the ship, but the trees in the back seemed to be flinging branches into the air.

“Go!” the captain yelled unnecessarily. We were already lifting off, the bay door shutting. I got one last look at the battered entrance to the building, and that door seemed to be closing too, surprisingly enough.

When the bay door shut completely, everything was quiet. I realized I was still tensed and waiting for the sound of bowling-ball-sized ice chunks to slam into the side of the ship. The sound never came.

Instead the ship’s intercom pinged and Kavlae’s voice announced, “We’re clear. Leaving the atmosphere now, with a firm request to never make deliveries here again.”

Captain Sunlight leaned against the wall, pressing a scaly finger to the intercom button wearily. “Agreed. Even if we hadn’t gotten ahold of them finally, I’d say the money’s not worth dealing with that again.”

Wio’s voice joined Kavlae. “At least they paid extra!”

Captain Sunlight nodded. “Yes. And apologized. Thank you to all involved.” She let go of the button and addressed the four of us. “Are you okay?" As she asked, Eggskin came running in with a portable medkit.

“I’m fine,” I said, double checking that I hadn’t skinned an elbow or something in the chaos. Blip and Blop said the same.

“Okay!” Paint agreed, still a little wide-eyed. “Despite all odds!”

I told her, “You were great. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Thanks!” she said, not calming in the slightest. “I dearly hope that was worth it!”

Captain Sunlight brought out a digital manifest while Mur untangled the cargo net and Zhee ushered the rest of us off the hoversled. She read aloud, “Replacement window panels to withstand local hail, new central processor for primary medstation, new interface screen for primary medstation, power units and extension cables for relocating primary medstation, plus multiple types of assistive devices.”

Eggskin winced in professional sympathy, busy giving Paint a once-over with the medical scanner.

Captain Sunlight folded the screen away. “As I understand it, the previous hailstorm damaged both things and people. They currently have their medstation blocking the hallway, since the room it was in had an ill-advised skylight. When the storm clears, they’ll get things squared away. Or possibly have a conversation about relocating the installation. I did make that suggestion.”

Paint said, “I should hope so!” She tugged at the purple shock blanket that Eggskin was draping around her shoulders. “Nobody deserves to live there!”

Blip asked the captain, “Did they say why that first person to talk to us ran off like that?”

“Yes,” the captain said, frowning. “That was one of only two uninjured people at the moment, and they were called away when one of the first in line for the repaired medstation was having difficulty breathing.”

Paint exclaimed wordlessly and sat down on the floor.

Blip and Blop exchanged a high five. “Worth it,” they chorused.

I sat down next to Paint. “Would you like to see if Telly is in the mood for some kitty snuggles?”

“Yes please,” she said in a plaintive tone.

I told her, “Nothing soothes a near-death experience like a purring cat. And you got to be part of a human pyramid! Not many Heatseekers can say that!”

She shuddered, then struggled valiantly to her feet. “Unfortunately,” she said, “it was worth it.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[samkerrworshipper]

safe and sound | leah williamson x reader

themes of suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, self harm, depression, anxiety, angst, 4000 words

sorry this is messy asf and not spell checked whatsoever cause i’m uploading this at 1am lol but got this from a request and felt like i had to finish it before i start the lucy smut that i’m starting so here it is my loves xoxo

I blamed myself for getting myself into this position. Maybe if I’d been a better friend or a better player or maybe just if I hadn;t of woken up on the left side of the bed this morning. Maybe it would all be different if we hadn’t just won a home Euros, maybe I wouldn’t feel the same pressure from the media, maybe I wouldn’t have felt so goddamn anxious to go anywhere. Maybe if I hadn't transferred from Barca I’d feel safer, maybe if I wasn’t so focused on my career I would have seen the warning signs. I hadn’t though, hadn’t seen the way that I felt so fucking tired after every session, even the easier ones. Hadn’t noticed the fact that I wasn’t sleeping anymore and that I was always checking social media to see what people were saying about my most recent game. I hadn’t noticed that I was picking at my nail beds again until they were a bloody mess. Hadn’t noticed that the accidental nicks along my legs from my razor had slowly become less accidental. Hadn’t noticed how absolutely broken I had been from the inside out until I was sitting on top of my apartment car garage contemplating everything.

The sun was setting slowly, the yellows and pinks and oranges all mixing like a starburst tie dye across the sky. It was incredible, something I’d never really seen in London, it felt symbolic. Maybe if I hadn't been choking down my feelings for so long I wouldn’t have been looking at the concrete 30ms below me and finding comfort in it. Finding comfort in the poetic way that it spoke to me, that it made me feel a little bit more at peace. Solid, grey, concrete. Nothing special about it but there was also something so special about it. A gust of wind would probably be enough to send me plummeting onto it, my brains and blood spilling out all over it. It would never look the same after that, never be quite so mundane and normal. The bloodstain would be hard to get out, the deep maroon seeping into the stone and staining it within a matter of minutes. I thought about the headlines for a few seconds, I’d probably make the front page of about every newspaper in the nation, ‘Y/n Y/l/n, Lionesses star striker, dead at 24 due to suicide’, it sent shivers down my spine, the good kind of shivers that made you feel at peace.

I’d never really let myself get further than that, never left myself alone long enough to think of a plan, actually think about much further than sitting here. Now though I felt more alone than ever, I shouldn’t have ever left Barca, shouldn’t have left my family there. It had seemed like the right decision coming to England, to play for Arsenal, to play at home again. Now though I couldn’t have regretted my decision more, I mean I was pretty much calling Lucy or Alexia everyday telling them how desperate I was to come home, balling my eyes out to them on the phone about how much I missed our team in Spain. I was technically only on loan for a season, just to find my footing, but now I was certain that I stood no chance of surviving the whole season. The girls are lovely, Jonas was lovely, I was playing alongside the woman I loved but everything about it felt so wrong. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the location but it all was just so wrong and I couldn’t tell you why. I woke up every morning, went to training, came home, ate, tried to sleep and then repeated it all. It was a strenuously depressing pattern that never ended. It was the same, day in, day out. I didn’t have my found family anymore, just myself and my girlfriend who was too occupied with being Arsenal and England’s captain to have much time for me anymore. I didn’t really blame her, she was a busy woman, and she had such a good pure heart that she used to do so much good.

Sometimes it was overwhelming to me how much she was willing to give, to other people, to anything. She put her whole heart into everything and it was something I envied so much in her. Her willingness to give up anything for the people she cared about was insane to me. She cared so deeply about everyone around her and it was truly astounding but it did leave me feeling neglected occasionally when she was busy helping out someone or busy dedicating her time to a project that needed her more than I did. I didn’t like to be needy, so maybe even though I’d been struggling for a few weeks I hadn’t flagged it with Leah.

She’d caught on somewhere along the way, stopping me one morning to check in, I’d shaken her off with a smile telling her I was just a little bit burn out with the Euro’s and changing to Arsenal, I could tell she hadn’t believed me but she also knew that I didn’t respond well to being pushed, normally she would wait me out, wait until I came crawling to her to talk but this time it felt different, like maybe this was the end. Maybe this time I wasn’t going to get around to talking to Leah, maybe this time I didn’t want her to help me, maybe I just wanted to be done with trying to be better, trying to be okay when I wasn’t. Maybe this ledge was the end of my story, maybe it was destined to be.

“Hey honey.”

The sudden voice behind me was almost enough to send me over the ledge, my knuckles turning white from clutching onto the edge. I flinched as the source of the voice climbed up onto the ledge and sat down beside me.

“Beautiful sunset, how was your day?”

It was such a mundane question and the simplicity of the statement was enough to bring me down to earth enough to realise that there were tears falling down my face and my whole body was shaking slightly.

“Reminds me of the ones in Barca. It was alright.”

Leah nodded at me, keeping her own eyes on the horizon, the sun had almost fully gone down but there were parts of it still peeking out.

“I went and saw Keira and Jill, Keira was in town to visit Millie and some of the other girls, she said she missed you, that you’d been missing her and Luce’s calls for about a week now.”

My hands were almost numb from the death grip that I had on the ledge that we were sitting on. She had distanced herself enough that we weren’t touching but close enough that I could feel her presence.

“It kept slipping my mind to call them back.”

It was all excuses, things that I was telling Leah to avoid the conversation.

“Fair enough, they’re both just worried about you, I’m worried about you sweetheart. Did you end up going for coffee with Katie this morning?”

I knew she was asking me the questions as a distraction technique, new she’d been taught it from Lucy when I’d moved here, the same stuff Lucy had been taught from my therapist. I knew that subconsciously but for some reason it worked every single time, without fail.

“Felt sick.”

“She called me, said you’d bailed last minute and asked me to check in with you for her, to tell you that you guys would have to reschedule. What did you eat for lunch?”

I could feel my legs kicking out against the solid concrete below my feet, I was averting Leah’s eye contact with everything that I could, keeping my eyes on my feet or the sky that was gradually getting darker.

“Felt sick, wasn’t hungry. Why are you here? I thought you had that dinner thing with Alex.”

It was the first question that I’d asked in the conversation, my curiosity taking over slightly.

“I came to check in with you, you weren’t answering my texts or calls and I was worried you were sick, so I came to check in before heading off to Alex’s, it’s unlike you to not be on your phone.”

I nodded, it was a fairly good explanation and it made sense but it also annoyed me so much because Leah showing up here was fucking with everything.

“You can go to Alex’s, I feel fine.”

“I love you, you know that right?”

Leah’s words hung heavy in the space between us.

“I know Lee.”

I rubbed at the tears that were drying up on my face with the sleeve of my hoodie, I was still trembling slightly but my tears had come to a slow.

“If anything ever happened to you I’d be beside myself.”

I felt my two front teeth falling to my lip, clutching it between my teeth and biting down on it.

“Lee, I’m fine.”

“No you’re not angel, and there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s okay for you to not be doing okay. We wouldn’t be sitting here if everything was fine, how about we get down from here, yeah? We can head down to your apartment, or my house if you want. We’ll go see the dogs, we can talk if you want, or we can call your therapist, or Ale, or we can just cuddle in bed, whatever you need.”

I shook my head almost immediately.

“Leah I need you to leave me alone, please, just leave, go home, go hang out with Alex, just leave me.”

“I can’t do that sweetheart and you know it, and if you can’t get down from here then you know that I won’t hesitate to call 999 if it's what I have to do to keep you safe. I love you Y/n, but I will not love you to death. So you can either get down from here by yourself or with my help, or with the help of a policeman, those are your options.”

It was the stern Leah that was now coming out now, the Leah that came out when she needed to help a teammate who was struggling but wouldn’t admit it, the Leah who was relentless and would do anything to protect the people she loved.

“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t fucking deal with this anymore.”

That was when I broke, tears and sobs cascading from my eyes and mouth.

“I know sweetheart, and I am so sorry that I didn’t realise that it had gotten this bad, I am so sorry for that. Let me make it up to you, let me take you home and I can take time off, we can both take time off, travel, whatever you need. Y/n/n, I can’t not do life without you, so let’s get down from here, let’s work this out at home.”

I was at a crossroads, on one hand I was very much so aware of the fact that I could jump right now, that Leah couldn’t stop that, I also knew that I wouldn’t do it with Leah here, the guilt of making her watch it would eat at me too much. So eventually, I was going to have to get down but for right now I couldn't, I needed to hold on to this for a little bit before having to get down and face reality.

“I’m not going to jump, I just need a few more minutes here.”

“I don’t know if I trust you right now honey, no offence, but I’m looking out for you.”

I nodded, it was fair judgement, I probably wouldn’t trust me either in her position.

“You can hold onto me if it helps, I just need some time here.”

Leah conceded to me, but wrapped her arm securely around my waist, moving herself so she was flush against me and holding me tightly against her body.

“How was Keira?”

“She was good, misses you, her and Lucy are good, I think Keira is getting the sense that Lucy might be tiptoeing around proposing. Apparently she’s been very secretive and antsy, typical Lucy fashion, I told her I knew nothing. Jill made me promise that we’d meet up with her, she says she misses my better half. I picked up Scout from the groomers, you should see the hair cut they gave her, just pure fluff. I went to the grocers, the fancy one that you love so much down the road, picked up all of your favourite stuff, even the stupidly expensive soup that you like. If you want we can go back to mine and you can eat it while we talk.”

She was trying to coax me away, with the promise of soup, which sounded so stupid but she knew me so well that it made me laugh a little bit.

“Can I have the soup without talking?”

“You can drink the soup first but we have to talk and you know it, whether you realise it or not it’s for the better.”

I nodded into Leah’s side, she was right, she was always right. She was so wise for her age and sometimes it felt like instead of being two years older than me she was 20.

“Let’s head home, yeah?”

I pursed my lips, still contemplating my options.

“You’re going to make me anyways, right?”

“Yeah babygirl, it’s for the best.”

I nodded at Leah, accepting defeat.

“Can you help me?”

Leah nodded at me almost immediately, getting herself down and then reaching up for me. She lifted me off of the ledge and pulled me down onto the ground beside her. The first thing she did was drape her jacket around my shivering form. She didn’t say anything else, she just immediately started walking, dragging me along towards her car and gracefully fastening the passenger seat belt around me before climbing into the driver's seat and started to drive.

The car ride was silent, I was a shivering, crying, mess. Leah was keeping up her strong facade, clearly not prepared to give me any sympathy. It wasn’t her way, she was a tough love kind of person. She gave it to you how it was and that was that. I loved her for that, I didn’t like people who bull shitted you with false sympathies and sweetness, I was a realist and so was Leah.

The drive to her house was reasonably short, she lived about a ten minute drive from my apartment or a half an hour walk. It was convenient, especially when one of us needed a little bit of space but we also wanted to be within reach of the other. When we did make it back to her house I was kind of feeling inexplicably numb, my thoughts eating at my brain and body and leaving me feeling frozen in time. Leah unbuckled me from my seat and helped me up, helped me walk through her front door before getting me seated on her couch with our dogs before walking into the kitchen to get that soup that she’d promised me.

When she did finish warming up the soup I was melting into the couch practically, our dogs, Scout and Saidee had apparently gotten the message that I needed them, so both of them were draped on top of me, it was what I needed. Leah returned with a bowl of soup and placed it down on our coffee table before sliding in next to me on the couch.

“I’d give the soup a few minutes to cool down, how about we talk until then?”

I didn’t want to talk, but it didn’t seem like I had a choice.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“How long have you been feeling not okay?”

It was a rough question, but not something that I hadn’t been expecting.

“Honestly, a few weeks, since my move here. I love you and I love being with you but being here isn’t easy for me and I’m struggling to settle in.”

Leah nodded, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for her to hear, that’s probably why I’d avoided telling her for as long as possible. Arsenal was her family, Arsenal ran in her blood and I knew that there was a chance she’d take it personally that I hadn’t been finding it easy to settle in.

“Okay, I wish you’d told me earlier but that’s okay. Change isn’t easy, I can’t blame you for struggling. Obviously, I love having you here but if it’s not meant to be then it’s not meant to be. I’m sorry if I haven’t been focusing on you enough, I know that I’ve been so occupied with everything else but that isn’t a good enough reason for me to have been neglecting you. I have to ask this question, were you going to kill yourself tonight?”

I took a deep breath through my nose, no one is ever prepared for that question, it’s not something anybody wants to hear or talk about ever.

“Look, I’m not quite sure. I wasn’t really thinking, if you hadn't showed up, maybe. I don’t know Leah, I just know that I was feeling so fucking out of control and when I fele out of control I stop thinking.”

Leah just pursed her lips, it was clear that she didn’t know exactly what to say, or she was trying to put what she was thinking into words.

“Okay, that’s okay. Obviously it’s not okay, but that’s okay. We have options here, you have options. Let’s book an appointment with your therapist tomorrow, firstly. Secondly I think you and I should maybe sit down and have a proper conversation about your mental health, just so that I can become more educated on it and I can be more aware of these kinds of situations, because I want to be. I love you y/n and I want to be here to support you fully, but if I’m going to do that I need to understand how I can love you but also look after you and help you, because I want to.”

I was anxiously patting our dogs stomach, as I thought about how the fuck I was going to talk to Leah about this.

“I’ve had fucked up mental health since I was a kid, it fluctuates, you know that I get panic attacks and spouts of depression. Sometimes it worsens, Lucy can give you more details, honestly I don’t think I’m the best at explaining it. Sometimes I get really low, I’ve had my fair share of suicidal thoughts and self harm over the years, I’ve never gone through with anything and honestly my mental health has been really good over the year or so, that was why I didn’t flag it with you, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I am so sorry that you had to see me like that, I’m sorry that your fucking worrying about me.”

Leah’s arm wove its way around my waist, bringing me flush against her and it felt so right in that moment.

“Y/n, look at me.”

It was the first time that I’d looked her in the eyes the whole night and it kind of hurt in some bizarre way staring into her brown eyes. They were full of so much emotion, so much feeling and pain in them.

“You should not be sorry for having human emotion. I’m sorry for not seeing the warning signs, for not being around enough to see the signs. I’m still learning, I’m trying to be better for you, so let’s just agree that neither of us are perfect. This is new to me, but I’m going to try my fucking hardest for you, whatever you need. We’re going to make you feel happier, put that smile back on your face that made me fall in love with you, if it’s the last thing I do. Maybe we take a break if that’s what you need, or we explore other options, anything to make you feel happier, anything for my girl.”

[tacoma-narrows]

Sailor Starburst!

"First Mate Starburst reporting for duty, Captain Seabreeze!"

I watched a documentary the other day that mentioned a ship turning to starboard and immediately thought "Starboard, Starburst! Wait a minute, I can do something with that! :0" So I decided to make a companion piece to my Captain Seabreeze drawing from Halloween :3

The outfit here isn't nearly as involved as that one was, but I still think this came out rlly cute! It also felt like it'd been WAY too long since I last drew Starburst (I last drew her fully back in June) and as basically the mascot of my online presence, she gets some much deserved time back in the spotlight <33

[konigsblog]

Haiii orla (՞ . .՞)ฅ” i have a just a small request, what do you like König or any Task Force 141 members favorite sweets would be?

also have a wonderful day, drink water and take care of yourself!

141 + könig favourite sweets :3 🍰🍭🧁🍬

i'm a firm believer that john price doesn't enjoy overly sweet desserts and treats. although, he enjoys licorice, as well as fudge and toffee. if you hand him some skittles, or sour patch kids, he'll gag and spit it out... doesn't do well with sourness whatsoever, and prefers chewy caramel, or fudge!

on the other hand, soap mactavish is a fiend for sweet treats. as he's scottish, i can see him liking scottish tablet, as well as empire biscuits. i also believe he'd like sour and sweet treats, as well as biscuits with jam.

simon riley likes chocolate, although, he's not too big on certain sweets. like captain price, he enjoys licorice, but he can also get behind stuff like haribos, or starbursts. he wouldn't turn down something sweet, but he goes absolutely insane for anything including chocolate. (is also a fan of custard doughnuts, as well as chocolate filled.)

like simon, gaz garrick also enjoys custard filled treats. custard creams, custard filled donuts, or having custard on the side of a brownie. he also adores chocolate flavoured sweets, but also enjoys sour candy. gaz is always complaining that it's not sour enough – he can handle a lot...

könig enjoys mostly everything – aside from licorice and anything mint flavoured. he doesn't enjoy mint flavoured chocolate (like i've stated before), but be goes crazy for most desserts. adores brownies, and makes fantastic homemade, chocolate brownies. enjoys sweeter tasting treats, but CANNOT stand anything sour – trust me, he'll scrunch his face up (he may shed a tear, or two...)

[landfilloftrash]

an older sketch of a dear enemy mine

[pooks]

been working on this for a couple of days now (sleep and meal hours was necessary). i thought that Ichiji, as a straw hat, needed a proper art dump

clear translations;

Scarlet Ichiji (aka straw hat!Ichiji AU)

resting bitch face

gluten intolerant

can cook, but rather eat it

shitty eyesight after a fever nearly boiled him alive

takes his big brother duties super seriuously

escaped Germa with Sanji

always had emotions, he's just too good at hiding them Role; Archivist

writes & archives the Straw Hats' adventues

he really loves writing stories other information;

starburst scar on his covered eye (Judge did it)

(why does he look like Nighteye from "My Hero Academia"?)

fancy sword, most likely stole it

uses swordfighting, but fencing style

dresses with an actual pirate "Sparking Red"

a multi-purpose, light-based power

since unethical human experiments is the cause, sea stone doesn't work

is often mistaken for Devil Fruit powers

enhances all abilities, like speed, strength, etc.

1st image: a full color of Ichiji. he has shoulder length hair and keeps it tied up. without Germa's continuation of unethical experiments, it has turned dark red and is his natural hair color. he has the same eyes as Sanji and he has a pair of glasses. as stated in the art dump, he got shitty eyesight after a fever that almost boiled him alive (he got seriously ill during the five last days he, Sanji and Zeff were on the rock and nearly starved to death). he also have scars across his nose, implying that he has a starburst scar on his covered eye (caused by Judge, when Ichiji rebelled against him)

2nd image: lineart of Ichiji staying up late and writing down the Straw Hats' latest adventures in their chronicles. if it wasn't for Chopper, then Ichiji would stay up all night and write.

3rd image: a fullbody lineart of Ichiji in fighting pose. in battles, be it pirates or marines, he uses both Sparking Red and swordfighting. his swordfighting is more fencing style (his Germa lessons never left him and he's using that to his advantage). Sparking Red has evolved like a power of his own and he can use his sword as a tool to focus his power. and what happens if he doesn't have his sword? easy, he uses kicking just like Zeff taught him and Sanji.

bonus:

this poor lad is one of the few rational ones on the ship and everyday, he asks "why me". he just wants to nap, write his stories and dream.

dw, he's very loyal to Luffy, but he'd like to ask his captain to please go one day without almost drowning and pissing off marines or other pirates

[starsweets]

soon you'll see it, see it shinin'! hand in hand, the colors vibrant fleeting beauty isn't silent i know sometimes it really feels that way

reblogs are appreciated!

[jeanswifeycom]

𑁥౿ INTRODUCING MY ACTOR/RWE DR ! ¡

౨ৎ [ ABOUT ME ! ] ౨ৎ

・Name : Dawsin Tucker Wilder

・Birthdate : May 8th, 2008

・Age : 16

・Ethnicity : African American

・Race : Black

・Nationality : America

・Birthplace : Litchfield Park, Arizona

・Languages : English

・Face Claim : Malia Baker

౨ৎ [ PERSONALITY ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Likes : acting , singing , seafood , dancing , the summertime , drawing , reading , sour skittles , cooking , baking , late night drives , deep conversations , playing volleyball , starburst minis , dogs , sleeping , chocolate , taking pictures , beaches , warm baths , sweet tea , pasta.

・ Known for : being in alot of films , eating cucumbers all the time , having an oscar , always eating canes , drinking sweet tea 24/7 , always playing roblox , making dumb tiktoks , always trolling , being Megan Thee Stallion’s biggest fan , listening to music 24/7 , being a takis fanatic.

౨ৎ [ BACKSTORY ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Backstory : I was born in Litchfield Park, AZ to my parents Celeste Wilder & Davon Wilder on May 8th, 2008. I have an older brother, Cam Wilder. From a young age i always wanted to act. I would always audition for plays in school and went to a performing arts school for elementary and middle. When i turned 6 i auditioned for, Lucy Withers in Captain America: The Winter Soldier and got the role. I gained recognition from that movie and starred in many more films, my biggest role being, Elara Sinclair in Stranger Things. My brother is a coach for a 17u basketball team called, RWE (Rod Wave Elite). He is also a Youtuber & TikToker.

౨ৎ [ WARDROBE ! ] ౨ৎ

・ Description : I love to wear wide leg jeans , joggers, leggings , sweats , jorts , shorts , hoodies , crop tops , t-shirts , and zip-ups. I have more of a chill style, mostly wearing sweats and hoodies. I prefer wearing slides, crocs, and house shoes, but i wear jordans and platform shoes when called for.

౨ৎ [ RELATIONSHIPS ! ] ౨ৎ

౨ৎ ! [ MY S/O ] ! ౨ৎ

・Name : Nelson Neumann

・Birthdate : December 18th, 2008

・Age : 16

・Race : White

・Ethnicity : American

・Nationality : America

・Birthplace : Houston, TX

・Languages : English

・Face Claim : Nelson Neumann

・ main friends : Kylie Cantrall , Ruby Rose Turner , Walker Scobell , Jordan Leftwich , Ariana Greenblatt , Gio Heights , Momona Tamada , Leah Jeffries , and Priah Ferguson.

・ relationships : I am friends with alot of teen actors and alot of my brother’s teammates. I have a great relationship with Nelsons family, my strongest relationship being with his mother, Cassie Nuemann.

[vodika-vibes]

hellooooo!! i would like to drop a request for your follower event please!!

i’ve been seeing all the mermaid AUs and wanted to hop on that bandwagon. but the reader (gender neutral) is the mermaid instead of the clone. so gender neutral mermaid reader with human gregor please! something cute and romantic!!!<3

Up Where They Walk

Summary: It’s been years since King Neptune banned all merpeople from venturing to the surface. Contact with humans is punishable by exile. But you’ve never been very good at following the rules.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: None

Prompt: Mermaid AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So, as I wrote this, I was picturing a Little Mermaid AU, where Ariel accepted Ursula's gift and never returned to the sea. Because she was never in love with Prince Eric, so much as human culture as a whole. King Neptune, thinking that the humans stole his youngest daughter, forbade contact with the humans in his grief.

You’ve been a journalist since you were a teenager. You started with writing stories at school, cute little stories about the school sports team or the choir. 

Nice little feel-good stories that your classmates can bring home to their parents.

As you aged, your stories became much less cute.

Your first real story was about the growing drug epidemic that was going untreated in Atlantis. Your second story was about King Neptune’s growing paranoia towards the surface-dwellers.

The second story puts you squarely under the King’s microscope.

Oh, everything you wrote was completely factual. But people don’t often question the King’s decisions, and your article meant that many people started to question his rulings.

Because of this scrutiny, you really should be more careful.

You should stay within the bounds of the King’s directives. 

That would be the smart thing to do.

But, no one’s ever accused you of being overly smart.

And so tonight, just like every night, you slip out of your home and swim out of Atlantis. You swim around the ship graveyard and then swim up.

Higher, higher, and higher, until you reach the surface.

It takes you a moment to gain your bearings, and then you turn and swim to shore. You give the fishing village a wide berth and swim until you reach the pier.

Specifically one of the houseboats located at the end of the row of bobbing boats.

The ship is called The Starburst, and its Captains name is Gregor. You toss a small rock at a closed window and watch as the door opens, and Gregor steps onto the deck.

He looks around for a moment, then a bright smile crosses his face as his gaze lands on you. Gregor walks over to you and crouches on the deck, “I didn’t think you were coming tonight,” He says.

“Have I ever missed a date?” You counter with an easy grin, “It took me a bit longer to ditch my babysitter than normal.”

Gregor frowns and reaches down to take your hands. Effortlessly, as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you onto the deck and settles you next to him.

You shimmy so that your tail isn’t in the water anymore, just in case someone from Atlantis comes poking around, and you gratefully accept the blanket that he offers you.

“The King is cracking down on you?” Gregor asks concern written clearly on his face and in his voice.

“He knows I’m doing something illegal, but he has no proof. And if he exiles me, or throws me in prison, without proper proof he’ll be thrown out of the throne faster than you can blink.” You reply, “I am a journalist, after all.”

The concerned look doesn’t fade, “Maybe we should stop these dates for a while?” 

“That’s sweet, Gregor.” You turn to him and reach out to press your hands against his cheeks, “But I’m not afraid of the King.”

“I thought you said that he’s the most powerful magic user in Atlantis.”

“Oh, he is.” You agree.

“So maybe you should be afraid of him?”

“Gregor,” You lightly stroke his cheek, “You’re worth it to me.”

His dark eyes scan your face, and then Gregor sighs and presses his hands over your cheeks, his warm hands sliding across the scales that sit high on your cheekbones. “I’m flattered.” He finally says with a soft laugh.

“You should be. I’m a catch, Gregor.”

“Mm, I believe it.” One of his arms moves to wrap around your waist, and he pulls you closer until your chest is pressed flush against his. “And you went and let me catch you, I’m a lucky man.”

“Yes,” You agree with a growing grin, “You are.” You tilt your head back slightly, and Gregor immediately leans in and catches your lips with his.

Kissing Gregor is always a treat. His lips and tongue are warm, and he always tastes of something sweet. He once admitted to you that he likes to eat a piece of candy before you arrive, in the hopes that you’ll kiss him more.

Every inch of him is warm, you can’t help but press yourself closer to him as you kiss, trying to absorb all of his warmth. Not that he seems to mind, as his hands dip under the blanket he wrapped you in to slide against the smooth skin of your back, and the rougher scales of your upper tail. 

You allow your hands to slide under the hem of his shirt to rest on his stomach, and Gregor releases a noise that you’d call a mix of a moan and a groan. 

He breaks the kiss, pulling a noise of dismay from your lips, “You’re going to be the death of me, cyare.” Gregor mumbles as his lips move to settle on the skin on your neck.

“I’m not doing anything.” You counter innocently as you slide your hands higher up his stomach to settle just over his ribs.

Gregor groans again, “Would you like me to take my shirt off?” He asks, his gaze heated.

“Mm, more than anything.” You admit, “But you probably shouldn’t.”

Gregor stares at you for a moment, and then swiftly peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side, “I’ll stop you before we go too far,” He promises, and he’s rewarded with you lightly pushing him onto his back, your hands wandering across the planes of skin now exposed to you.

He laughs when you lower your head to press a kiss just over his heart, his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

You favor him with a bright smile, “I love you, Gregor.”

His smile is blinding, and then he tugs you so that you’re half laying over him and he pulls you down so that his lips are pressed against yours once more. “Love you too,” He murmurs against your lips. “If you could stay until sunrise, I’d show you just how much.”

You smile at him, “Maybe someday.” You whisper.

“Once your King gets over himself,” Gregor agrees, “But I’m a patient man, I can wait.” And then he pulls your lips down to meet his again, and any more talking becomes pointless.

After all, you both know how you feel about each other and you’d both rather spend what little free time you have together showing each other how you feel, rather than talking about it.

The following day, a little after lunchtime, you’re summoned to the Palace.

King Neptune looks smug, and you can’t help but scowl at him. “If you’re here to nag me about the article that I’m writing,” You start, “The housing crisis is just that, a crisis!”

The King inclines his head in agreement, “It is a crisis, and it’s one that I’ve been working on. Your articles about the crisis have helped a lot with my negotiations. You are here, journalist, because you’ve been breaking the law.”

Your scowl deepens.

“Traveling to the surface has been forbidden since before you were born.” The King says, “And yet, you travel to the surface every night, for hours.”

You lift your chin, “And I have for well over a year. What of it?”

“Travel to the surface is punishable by exile.” The King reminds you.

You glare at him, “They are our closest neighbors, we should be opening dialogue with them for trade.”

“That is not for you to decide.” The King says flatly, “But if you love the surface so much, then you can live with them.”

You’re about to demand to know what he means, but you don’t have the chance as golden, painful, magic swirls around you, transforming you from a mer to a human.

You have half a second to realize that you’re drowning before there’s a second golden glow wraps around you and rips you from Atlantis. 

You’re dropped, unceremoniously, on a strip of beach not far from Gregor’s ship, wrapped in a loose tunic and tattered trousers to protect you from the harsh sun.

And there, burned into your left leg, is the word EXILE written in the mer language. 

Slowly, painfully, you push to your feet and head towards Gregor’s boat. You’re a bit unsteady on your feet, partly because you’ve never had feet before and partly because the burn on your leg hurts with every step.

Eventually, you make it to Gregor’s boat, or, well, to where his boat docks at the end of every day, and you drop onto a bench nearby. He’ll come back soon enough.

Several hours later, Gregor’s ship pulls back into his place at the pier, and he almost immediately jumps off the ship and to your side, “Cyare?” His hands, rough and calloused, press against your cheek, and then just over the burn on your leg, “What happened?”

You flash a painful smile, “I was exiled.”

“Kriff, this looks like it hurts. Have you been in the sun all day?”

“It does, and I have.” He scoops you into his arms and carries you onto his ship, bringing you below deck and setting you on a plush bed.

“Hold on, I have some aloe for the sunburn,” He says, “It’ll help with the burn. As for the brand,” He glances at it, and grimaces, “I’ll call the town doctor, he’ll be able to help I’m sure.”

“I’m sorry, Gregor.”

He pauses and shoots you a look, “For what?”

“Being a burden.”

“You’re not, you could never.” He grabs the aloe, drops it on the bedside table, and then presses his hands against your cheeks, “I love you, and I’m happy to take care of you.”

“Well, you did warn me—”

“The only person at fault for this is your King, no one else.” Gregor interrupts, “I’m happy that you’re here, even if it's not how we wanted. I’ll teach you everything you need to excel on land.”

You smile at him, adoringly. “And I can finally meet your brothers?”

“And you can meet my brothers.” He agrees, leans in kisses your forehead, and then presses a chaste kiss against your lips, “Now, I need to call the doctor, are you hungry?”

“A little bit.”

“Alright, I’ll call the doctor and then make you something to eat.” He kisses you one more time, “We’re going to be fine, cyare. You’ll see.”

You squeeze his fingers and nod agreeingly.

After all, if Gregor says it, then it must be true.