#dang that���s

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Every time I rewatch Mebius fifty million screenshots materialize on my hardrive.

[sudo-knight]

been catching up with s9 !

[darlingsaturn]

Sidekick / tour guide ! Reader in Star Rail

You know how Paimon is traveller’s guide/emergency food/sidekick/spokesperson/just their bestie? imagine if HST has their own Paimon too!

Reader is their Paimon without her appearance but they still float and behave like Paimon. They make snarky comments, dissing people that is rude to mc, making nicknames for their close friends, and so on.

Reader that follow after mc and is overly friendly to them only. And the other characters just watch in utter envy as the two talk for hours while trash diving.

Reader has weakness when it comes to food. So many characters use it to lure them away into their arms or just bribe them to spend time with them without mc around.

Jing Yuan ‘accidentally’ dropping snack while he walks away. Lmao like anyone would believe him when he made a trail from tasty snacks so reader would follow him.

Reader is a bit an airhead when they’re hungry, okay? Cut them some slack.

Gepard always having little candy on his pocket just incase he runs into the trio+his crush. Him always having to fight the attention of his beloved with his own sister because big sis is 🥵 and he’s worried about his future love life if reader chose big sis.

Blade getting the nickname something along the line of ‘mean jerk guy’ because reader can’t swear for the life of them.

But he secretly likes the stupid nickname, only because it’s from reader and he would always hide his smile with a smirk every time reader called him a nickname.

Okay married couple. Get a room🙄

Dan Heng is tired of reader. But only because they support the trash diving behavior of mc instead of stopping them. Like??? Stop the trailblazer pls???🤨

You know that one scene where Dan Heng was about to kiss— ehem, give MC CPR? Yeah?

Dang Heng and March 8th kiss reader atleast once each before they decide to help mc and reader to wake up fr.

Reader maybe getting hit on and suddenly mc has personal problem with this person.

Mc being the self proclaimed designated bodyguard for their own guide. Like what?? Such a lame excuse to get close to reader. But sure. Whatever you say, simp.

Sampo being absolute menace and reader dissing him under their breath and only the trio could hear them.

Welt being absolute softy and weak when it comes to reader pouty faces whenever they ask for allowance. The trio doesn’t even get daily allowance from him??? The favoritism😪

I love Paimon, pls write about this🥺 i’am on my knees and i’m begging.

[katballesteros]

Sachi

Commissioned by @inusmasha for @mustardyellowsunshine

Enjoy, Robin! :)

[idkanna-more]

GOOD DAAAYYYY!! HOW AR COSMIC BALL ENJOYERS FEELING?? IM!— uh- bad tbh- just yesterday I was sick but like- rlly bad- BUT IM FEELING GOOD TODAAYYY!! woo! (just a little better im still kiiiiindaaa sick hah-)

anyways here ar the weirdos heuehhe

This is a little re-make! Ig- To a kinda old comic I did some time ago! and also a little continuation to it!

tbh I rlly liked how I drew Orbo in the comic, but uh- Not happy w Cosmic, and the others- I drew the others so static(?? jeez!! Glad I improved a little hehehhe

Now some doodles!

(this doodles are made for some time already, they have no relation w each other nor the comic!)

Prismo-

and! and- uh- uuuuh k- ki---

kisses——

IIIIII- I- uh- Idk why but- I.. rlly like and want to draw them being rlly- affectionate— COFCOF-

I'm- I'm totally weird about them is- hahA- Is something I accepted long ago so I'll just- continue being it idc.

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY--

BYE.

runs*

[llamagoddessofficial]

How do you think the forest god bois (Im sorry i just love them) would react to their darling wife being stolen from them?

Please don't apologise. I love them too

Sans: This particular Forest God's rage is cold. It's damp, dark... it's eyes in the woods, it's the dooming feeling of being lost with no hope, a mould that rots you from the inside out. Kidnapping your potential partner may be commonplace among the Fae, but man... stealing a Forest God's wife is one step away from just outright cursing your own name forever. No punishment is too gratuitous.

The only hope for her kidnapper(s) is that she's back in Sans' arms quickly, and she intercedes on their behalf. If her return is fast he may have enough presence of mind to make the death quick. If not... well. If he thinks her seeing might make her too upset, he isn't above tucking her into a comfortable dream.

Once he's done, he's going to need a few days of cuddling. It's best she doesn't ask what happened to them. Their voices will echo through the darkest parts of the woods for many, many more centuries to come.

Red: Red wants to be human. He always tries so hard to be more human, surrounding himself with objects and trinkets of that world, learning their languages and lives and tempers. He craves humanity- that possible version of him, that could have people by his side forever, and by God standards he's very attuned to them. But someone taking his wife- it definitely brings out the Old Fae within him. The darkness, the possessiveness, the lack of empathy. And the wrath.

Some small part of him wants to be merciful, to prove to himself (and to her) that he can act like her kin.

... At the end of the day, however, he's not a human. Nothing will change that. A hoard of birds and bugs make short work of a face; and even when he sees the terror in her expression at what happened to her kidnappers, he can barely find the energy to even pretend to care for their deaths.

Skull: He was starting to be nicer to humans, you know. He'd let so many people through his bog untouched. His beloved's presence in his life was dampening the age-old flames of hatred... perhaps humans aren't all bad. She's so wonderful, after all, maybe the ones who hurt him long ago are gone now, and things are better. Maybe he can start to figure out how to let that hatred rest. Maybe he can start to figure out how he can rest.

... Then she gets stolen. And it all comes back. First his forest, now the only one who ever broke through his loneliness, all humans do is take the things he loves most. Her kindness, her love, she's the exception- an exception to a rule he despises.

He lives in... difficult terrain. Without his blessing, it's impossible for any would-be kidnappers to get very far away. Skull doesn't need to strain himself to catch up. While he's chasing, he has a lot of time to ponder what he's going to do to them.

There are many terrifying, painful, prolonged ways to die in a bog, after all.

[trubbishrubbish]

Naekawa and Naesyo kitties commission I got like...over a year ago? And I'm only now just posting them here. Lol.

Artist

@youngmrkusuma

[gooseclan]

I ship it

[marstonator]

♡~Bed-wiggles~♡

Fun fact: John in chapter 2 goes to bed at like 1 or 2am

Its cold because of this mod~ Dynamic Seasons

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

I absolutely ADORE the fact that Luis’ name is Luis Serra because it is SO easy to make new words or puns out of it. Serrautism Serrhat Serrart Shoerra Serrawyer Serrology I could go on FOREVER

[canon-can-fight-me]

[new F/O] When you move to Japan to help your dad and you end up with a kaiju daughter and cute streamer girlfriend 🤷

So! I’ve been trying to get back into drawing again as I feel like after being sick I forgot how to draw. When I was in the thick of it I thought “hey, why don’t I watch that movie with that guy everyone on tiktok is supposedly obsessing over”? So I did. And uh…guys. I have a new fictional boyfriend.

[redgearsmovin]

the neighbours!!

[reno2005]

[agentark]

Rules: Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

Tagged by @honeylemonbutte! <3 Thank you!!

Tagging: @aiglamenez @isthi-isthi @markyne @kdelarenta and anyone who wants to do this! ✨

[dangraccoon]

I Don't Know Anymore

Day 29 ~ "who said you could rest?" ~

Wrecker

Word Count: 1399 Content: DARK CONTENT: 18+ Minors DNI, Slavery (Zygerrians), Abuse, Starvation, Dehydration, Electrocution, Hopelessness, Giving Up/In, Resentment, TBB's Chips Activate, Implied Completion of the mission to Onderon in s01e01

“Good work on Onderon, sergeant,” Tarkin hummed with a smirk. “I must admit, given the extensive documentation of your unit’s deviance, I am somewhat surprised by your loyalty to the Empire.”

“Thank you, sir,” Hunter said. “I hope it’s a… pleasant surprise?”

“Indeed. Your unique squad will be quite an asset. Your next orders should arrive soon.”

The door slid shut behind the Admiral, the squad falling out of their rigid formation.

Tarkin was right; their orders arrived only a few hours later. 

“‘CT-9903 is to report to Hangar 21-D at 1800. All other members of Clone Force 99 are to report to Conference Room K-02 at 0600 tomorrow,’” Tech read out.

“Awh,” Wrecker grumbled. “Why am I different?”

“Does it matter?” Crosshair rolled his eyes, flicking his toothpick toward him.  

“You’ll probably just get to miss the briefing,” Hunter assured him. “You’ve always hated those anyway.”

The few short hours passed uneventfully until Wrecker stood at the doors, ready to head to the hangar. “See you later?”

Hunter only nodded. 

As he walked into the seemingly empty hangar, something deep in the back of Wrecker’s mind whispered that something wasn’t right.

That same voice practically screamed as the door shut behind him, boxing him into the room.

“Someone there?” he called. “I think I’m supposed to be here.”

“Yes, you are,” Admiral Tarkin said, stepping out of the shadows. “Place your armor and gear in this crate; the associate we’re meeting should be arriving soon.”

The outer doors began to open as Wrecker deposited the last of his armor plates.

Wrecker narrowed his eyes at the incoming ship. “An Aurore-class freighter?”

Tarkin ignored him, moving to greet the Zygerian that stepped down from the lowering ramp.

“Prime Minister Molec,” he said.

“Admiral,” Molec purred. His eyes fell on Wrecker. “Is this the… specimen of which you spoke?”

“Yes,” Tarkin nodded. “As I previously mentioned, his unit will be used for stealth missions, and he is the… weakest link in that circumstance.”

Wrecker frowned but remained silent as the Zygerian prime minister circled him.

“Yes, I think he will do well,” he hummed.

Tarkin nodded. “I assume you have the sum of credits we discussed?”

“I do.”

—

He coughed harshly, the dryness in his throat stinging. He glanced over his shoulder at the guard glaring at one of his crewmates as she swung her pick at the wall. 

The sharp groan of metal breaking rang out and he could hear the young nautolan woman’s tremors.

“P-please, it- it was an accident,” she pleaded, her voice rough from disuse as the guard approached her, his electro-whip crackling in his hand.

He turned his face as the whip cracked and the woman cried out. Over the 11 months he’d been chained to the walls of these mines, he’d earned his share of new scars and felt the all-encompassing despair that racked his body as the electricity surged through. 

Most of his so-called “transgressions” were in defense of his crewmates, but it always ended the same way: both he and the original victim were beaten until they could barely stand. He’d stopped standing up against the guards for others about a week in, realizing it to be hopeless. His crew would be punished if they didn’t reach the minimum weight, and if he wasn’t taken down, they stood a greater chance. Passing the minimum weight meant their rations wouldn’t be reduced.

He’d tried to escape once. He waited until the guards changed shifts, easily breaking the chains and shock collar that trapped him, and he made a run for it.

He didn’t even reach the door before being caught, subdued, and punished.

He tried to tune out the woman’s cries, but he knew he’d hear them echoing in his mind. He lowered his pick to the ground, his ribs still sore and burning from his last beating.

“Who said you could rest?” another guard snarled, having appeared behind him.

His body fought to speak, to raise his fists against the slaver, but instead, he simply turned away, lowering himself to his knees to accept the inevitable punishment.

It hurt, of course. It hurt every time. Idly, he wondered if he was here long enough– if he endured enough cracks of those damned whips– if he willed his heart to just stop caring, would it stop the pain? Would all the nerves that screamed out for help finally die away, leaving him blessedly numb? 

The volume-sensitive shock collars had stolen that strong-willed, boisterous personality from him and left him with more time to think than he’d ever allowed before.

He had heard the prayers sent on hushed breaths to gods he couldn’t comprehend believing in. He’d never held an interest in religion or belief but found that as he looked around at the chained souls around him–hurt, starving, forsaken–he couldn’t bring himself to believe in the idea of any benevolent, loving maker. If one were real, how could they let their believers suffer like this? Where was the divine retribution for their torturers? No, he didn’t believe in their gods but he found more and more that it was just that he was here. 

The thought of his brothers with each lashing he received. He remembered their fierce, defiant natures and the way each one of them would stand up for what they thought was right. Because of this, he found himself thinking more and more of Onderon. 

Every sleepless night, every scrap of food confiscated, every drop of water denied–it was for them; for the souls he and his brothers deprived of the rest of their lives by some senseless order. They’d defied orders for less, but that one? They followed that order to the letter. 

So yes, he thought of his brothers. He thought of their final mission together. He wondered if they still lived, untethered and free beneath the millions of stars that dotted the sky. He wondered if the Empire sold their souls like they’d sold him. He wondered if they were paying for their sins or committing more. He wondered if they knew what happened to him. He wondered if they even cared.

Bitter resentment had long been brewing in his gut. He no longer wished for the flashes of comforting armor. He couldn’t picture the twirl of Hunter’s blade as it flew through the air into a guard's neck. He couldn’t imagine the careful dance through the enemy forces Tech would conduct as he set up a chain reaction. He couldn’t hear the even, steady beat of Crosshair’s rifle as his captors were picked off one by one. He couldn’t dream of Echo helping him to his feet, steadying his breaking body. 

He couldn’t feel the thrill of imagining his squad–his brothers–coming to save him from the relentless oppression he’d been sold into. 

He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that curiosity would have gotten the better of Tech. He knew his brother would look for him, and that between Tech and Echo, they could’ve found him if they cared to. 

But he knew they didn’t. 

He groaned as he lifted himself back up from the ground, back still stinging. 

An alarm sounded, indicating a shift change. He looked toward the woman whose pick had broken. She was out cold on the ground, the meager, so-called “clothing” they’d dressed them all in was all but disintegrated where it had laid across her back. The remnants of his heart ached for her. 

He turned her over, gently nudging her shoulder. When she didn’t wake, he snaked his arms around her back and beneath her legs, lifting her to rest against his chest. 

Her large, dark eyes opened slightly. Her lips moved, words softly carrying across her breath so only he could pick up through such careful practice. Any volume higher and the collar would activate. “What is your name?”

He hesitated with a scowl. It had been so long since he’d had any name, let alone the one he and his brothers had chosen. The very, very few times he had been referred to by anything beyond the harsh insults hurled at him by the guards and masters, it had been by his birth number or the number they’d branded to the back of his neck. Which would he give her? One slave number or the other?

His jaw shook as he mouthed his response. “I don’t know anymore.”

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[bitchy-peachy]

"That ship doesn't make any sense! 😂"

And what are you gonna do about people shipping it, bitch? Cry about people having fun with fictional characters?