#from-across-the-stars

[general-kalani]

{ Continued from here with @from-across-the-stars! }

The bot itself wasn't a worry. Really how much of a danger could it have been?!

The cave-in was another story and while he's had his fair share of close encounters like that this was... A little too close.

And his poor drone! Not completely destroyed and still repairable but damn it all his poor drone. He stole that rightfully he wasn't going to lose it now!

"Yeah all good. I think the clone's still operational lemme-" a click that told him that no, the clone wasn't still outside the cave. Probably crushed by a stray boulder.

Damnit!

"We're really in trouble now boyo... Whose idea was it again to fight a big bot like that?"

It sounded like it was one of his own. Not that it mattered. Seeing the bird fly off he decided to move around some rocks within the place just to get more comfortable for himself. "Might as well stay a while then! Course we could explore. OOoooo, what about a game? Surely there's treasure in here!.. Or guns! Possibilities are... Limited but what did a little exploring do to hurt anyone?!"

Casually he stretched, as if this cave-in wasn't a worry for him at the moment and bunkered down on some of the rocks he'd moved for himself as a crude chair.

"So what's the plan boyo. Drone's out, can't use that to help explore. Clone's on recharge fer a little while..." Well, perfect chance to sleep if there were no options! He's been needing to catch a sleep break.

[toyboxfriends]

@from-across-the-stars​

Behind the cash register of the little toy shop, Molly was trying to use the slow day at the store to catch up on school work she misses while working. She was falling behind farther than she’d or her teachers like and couldn’t afford any more late assignments. Needing to concentrate, she only raised her head from her work when she heard the front door open.

And she froze.

She knew she wasn’t suppose to judge a book by it’s cover, but he looked a lot like the kind of street thugs that would steal and vandalize from small shops. Just like this one. She knew their new store was in a shady area, but she had really hoped they wouldn’t have had to deal with this kind of thing. They really couldn’t afford to fix any windows or walls. She was the only one even in the building today as Lorelai was at school and her father had stepped out for “inspiration” which probably meant he was just going to buy more candy. But they also couldn’t afford to chase away a potential customer. She’d just keep a super close eye on him, just in case.

So, donning her customer service smile, she spoke up.

“Welcome to the Blyndeff Toy Emporium, sir. Let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions!”

[gacha-pcn]

"Hey, pointdexter! Can I shoot one of your little 'minions' out of my canon? I wanna see what happens, you know, for science."

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Licorice did not yelp at the abrupt and unexpected intrusion. They didn’t. Even if they DID, it barely qualified as such. A small startled sound, unworthy of laughter and certainly not bringing a flush of heat to their face… Anyway— Irritably grumbling as they fix their appearance, straightening their robes and brushing sweet locks out of their eyes, Licorice aims an annoyed look at Gumball. Face scrunched up in a blatant show of ‘ why are you like this? ’, the others question drags out an aghast sputter from the necromancer. 

❝  Wh-What?? You can’t be serious!  ❞  For someone so adamant about their wicked ways and damned demeanor, Licorice seems unfathomably concerned about potentially putting one of their ‘ minions ’ in harm’s way. For being servants meant to tend to dark and sinister plots, brought to life by the self-taught wizard’s magic, Licorice is acting as if Gumball suggested they strap explosives onto children.  ❝  You want to know what will happen? They’d get blasted out of a blasted canon! THAT’S what would happen!  ❞

Abruptly realizing that this isn’t good for the ‘ untouchable ’ persona they repeatedly try and FAIL to show in front of others— especially the troublesome candy-coated artist —Licorice clears their throat into a closed fist, the sound arguably drawing MORE attention to their flustered state. Gaze averted to the side, cheeks are a pink that could rival Gumball’s hair. Standing there stiffly, hands start to anxiously twist the ends of their robe,  ❝  B-Besides... Those are MY servants of darkness, and- I don’t feel like sharing.  ❞  

There. That’s a suitably selfish reason to deny Gumball’s request. It’s not that Licorice is sentimental about their minions. They just feel like being difficult...   「 ☆ 」 

[not-bcring]

"Hey uh, hey Kichi? Don't freak out, but you got a spider crawin' on ya." //: )

-  ✩   「   @from-across-the-stars​​   」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Don’t freak out? Don’t. Freak. Out. Kaz might as well have told Kokichi’s heart to stop beating, or tongue to start tasting, or bandana to stop being dizzying to the senses. From the moment the words ‘ spider ’ and ‘ crawlin’ on ya ’ were uttered, there was no chance of this ending in any way aside from a massive Freak Out.

What can Kokichi say? He’s scared of HATES spiders.

❝  WHAT??  ❞  

Without even checking to see if Kazuichi is telling the truth— or thinking to check, honestly —Kokichi is already flailing his arms and shaking his body in a misguided attempt to fling the beast off him. Mind going wild with all manners of large, hairy, possibly poisonous, definitely bite-y arachnids, he doesn’t ask any further questions. Again, nor does he think to. There’s apparently a spider on him and that is ALL the information he needs. With the haste of the little leader’s actions, one might think all spiders held a personal vendetta against him. 

Frantically brushing at his clothes, his hair, his EVERYTHING to try and get the assailant away, Kokichi has no faith in his actions.  ❝  Get it off get it off get it off get it off get it oFF OF ME!!!  ❞  He whines, the part of his brain that desperately tries to cling to common sense chastising him for panicking. Never mind that it’s embarrassing as HELL— and will require a lot of damage control once it’s over —but it also does nothing to make saving him any easier...

But whatever. Fuck it. There’s a spider and he wants it OFF.   「 ☆ 」 

[pomuzzies]

@from-across-the-stars asked:

"Hey, Hiyoko." Voice hushed, though still unknowingly audible to passerby's thanks so his...lackluster hearing, Kazuichi leaned in close to the dancer in a totally not suspicious manner. "Teru just made a batch of cookie, but he had Nekomaru put them where no one can reach." A pause for dramatics and to nervously glance around to make sure no one was listening. "...You wanna help me steal 'em?" Between her small, easily lifetable size and love of sweets, Hiyoko seemed the perfect type for such a heist. //heyo uwu may i interest you in my bubblegum boy c:

Hiyoko looked around, seemingly unaware of the pink haired boy speaking to her.

"Huuhhhhh, weird, I thought I heard some virgin say my name."

This didn't last long however, as she finally caught up to the next thing he said. 'Cookies...?' Hiyoko's eyes now locked firmly on Kazuichi.

"Ha, I was right!"

She kept staring him down while she thought about what he said.

"So your plan is to have me try to reach a place only Nekomaru can reach?"

Hiyoko shrunk down a little, realising what the boy's plans were.

"Waah, You're not planning on carrying me! There's no way I'd let a creep like you touch me!"

[nickelsdrocs]

@from-across-the-stars​

“You know, Persephone, when I said I wanted your help to reach Yomi, I didn’t mean like this. Also, really? A trident? You’re going to kill me with Poseidon’s dinner fork?”

[dxncingxqueen]

@from-across-the-stars from here

June, to Naya, was a… interesting month for her. Not just because of the changing weather, but recently because she feels like her hand has been forced to… look inside herself more. To ask some… complicated questions about herself.

Over the years, when it came to Pride, she was reluctant to participate in the celebrations that came with the month because she was completely unsure of her sexuality. Did she like men? Women? Anyone? She could never definitively say, even after all this time. After getting with Gundham, though, she expected the question to get at least a little easier to answer, but it only seemed to make her more unsure. So, did this mean she was straight, then? She had to be, right? She was in a relationship with Gundham, after all. She was fully secure in her identity as a girl, so it couldn’t be that. But then, she’d never loved anyone like she loved Gundham. If that was the case, did she even deserve to call herself anything but straight?

Since gaining some new friends and supporting them on their respective journies, she’s gained the honor of joining alongside them as moral support. An ally. The most she would ever be.

…Right?

She seemed to have gotten lost in her head again, her hand seeming to run on autopilot as it scritched absentmindedly at Lucy’s head, being brought back to reality at the sound of her lover’s voice.

“….Hm?” She goes a little stiff at his mention of being concerned, though she tries not to show it as he continues to speak.

“What do you mean? In what way?” He’s not just trying to make her feel better, is he?

[lucabyte]

siffrin starts the game with oddly empty pockets for a rogue who has a habit of stashing away every little trinket that isn't nailed down

and a hardy pocketwatch is an indispensable tool for oceanic navigation

[hayleysmuses]

~Answered~

@from-across-the-stars​ asked:

"You look dumb." First said with a knuckle knocked against the glossy surface of the stuntman's helmet, Mississippi then slapped their palm against it with a loud smack as they lightly shook Ishida's head back and forth within it. "How're you supposed to see, huh? Thing's dense as heck too, bet you'd sink like a damn rock if I dropped you in the water." //shes here to taunt him (affectionate) : )

With a huff, he raised his visor so he could speak to her clearly. “Hey, easy with the knockin’! That shit echoes!” he said, lighting swatting away her hand. “And duh, of course I’d sink! This ain’t the proper safety gear for water stunts; I’d clearly have to switch to one of my other sets for that!”

With a smirk, he gently tapped the edge of the visor with his thumb. “As for the seein’, this shit’s made of only the most high-quality polycarbonate! Visible to see through, but thick enough to keep my face and eyes as safe as can be!”

[obfuscatingveil]

@from-across-the-stars asked:

💘 go on a first date //MONDO TAKES TAKA ON A ROMANTIC MOTORCYLE RIDE LETS GOOOOOO

("Tch... How am I supposed to keep this anxiety from bubbling to the surface? A 'first date' is meant to give some sort of Ultimate Impression to someone. To decide whether you should even keep trying! And here I am, shaking like a leaf! If Mondo saw this he might just call the date off right away...")

The Ultimate Moral compass had been invited to a motorcycle date, which would've been an excellent way to retrieve stress. If not for the fact that he feels his heart is about to explode from all these nerves. It was only natural, with Kiyotaka standing at the place of meeting right now!

This small side street in the city close to the main road was an idea suggested by Ishimaru. If Mondo was indeed going to bring a motorcycle to this motorcycle date, he wanted everything to go smoothly.

Clutching a single rose, (the most 'metal' of flowers, he thought) the male in the lined red sweater waited.

[more-than-a-princess]

@from-across-the-stars asked: [ dandelion ]: one of our muses has fallen sick, and the other has to look after them. /if i make it before the cap uwu gundham is a Bitch when sick it would be funny to have sonia try and take care of him lmao

Angst Meme: Flowers - Still Accepting!

"Now, that's a pot of lemon-ginger tea, chicken porridge from Hanamura-san, and the requested books and films from the library for you," Sonia noted from the journal in her hands. She stood beside Gundham's dorm bed, her face seemingly fixed in a no-nonsense expression as she read off the various items from the list.

Some people, upon undertaking a new challenge or facing a crisis, panicked. Sonia Nevermind, Princess of Novoselic, instead had a tendency to make lists. Well, she was used to dictating them at least: at home, she had a personal secretary who took the requisite notes and coordinated the execution of any plans Sonia requested. But in Japan, she'd been left with only the most limited security her family would allow, her secretary several thousand kilometers away at home. Thus, she'd taken it upon herself to look after Gundham the moment he admitted to her that he was feeling under the weather.

"Oh! And we mustn't forget the medications!" She exclaimed, marking off one of the list's final bullet points on her list. "Tsumiki-san was very helpful in assisting me with this: Japanese medications vary a bit from what I'm used to, but she was glad to accompany me to the convenience store to find what was needed. She said she'd come check on you as well, especially if you begin to feel worse."

She glanced over the top of her journal and down at her 'patient.' Friend was probably a more apt description regardless, Gundham seemed to be rather reluctant to allow her to look after him, despite being free of royal obligations that day. Sonia smiled: perhaps if she remained in good cheer, it would, in turn, extend to him. And perhaps he'd be a bit more receptive to the idea of rest and allowing others to look after him. Namely herself: as Sonia had volunteered, and none of their classmates thought it was worth their time to contradict her.

"And if you are worried about the care and keeping of your animals, I have an idea for that as well," She continued, closing her journal and giving him her full attention. "If you have notes or other guidance for your current roster of animals, then I shall follow your directions exactly and look after their feeding, grooming, and cleaning, at least to the best of my ability."

She paused, giving him an apologetic look. She'd tried to convince her family it was an emergency situation, but in some situations they'd put their foot down. "Though I admit, my family does not approve of my attempting to trim a tiger's claws, or fully brush a bear. It's apparently a threat to the line of succession, but I'm sure with Nanami-san's help we shall succeed!" She'd taken great care in discerning who else from 77-B could assist her: Akane would have likely tried to eat most of his animals, Hiyoko wouldn't have treated them kindly, Ibuki and Nekomaru would be too loud, and Nagito...well. Enough said.

[general-kalani]

{ Thank you for following @from-across-the-stars​! }

“Welcome to Ned’s how can I- Oh for gods sake how the hell did ya find me again?! Can’t I run a business without a Vault Hunter huntin’ me down? And get the bird out of here it’s gonna mess with my shit!”

A growl of annoyance.

Really, could he not have anything nice anymore?!

“For once I just want to settle down and do stuff without being interrupted. Tell me, why are you here.”

Now he’s gotta hide the experiments again! He wasn’t going to let the vault hunters tear apart his zombie army again.

[toyboxfriends]

"What are you playing?" The voice comes from behind, there no real way of telling just how long Bella had been standing there, watching the gamer as she played. "Is that a lamb? He looks far too cute to be murdering so indiscriminately." Whatever this game was, she was clearly intrigued.

@from-across-the-stars

There was no way Chiaki would've noticed Bella behind her, no matter how long she was standing there. All of her focus was in the game she was currently playing, rolling through enemy attacks to strike back. Though, to her credit, she didn't startle at the sudden voice behind her; she didn't even look up.

"It's a roguelite resource management game called Cult of the Lamb. You play as a Lamb building a cult of other cute animals to this death god in order to free him from his prison. You go on runs to collect resources and to seek out the current gods that keep your god imprisoned in order to kill them. The cute art style for such dark themes is a part of it's inherent charm," she relayed on autopilot. She didn't even really know who asked her, but she's never been one to withhold information about her "one true love".

[gacha-pcn]

What was at one point a bounty board in a neighboring town had been turned into Gumball's latest canvas, a series of wanted poster, most of which depicting his friends, now having a few embellishments added by the artist's hand. Instead of cowering when he heard footsteps, he simply turned with the usual grin it actually turning real once he saw it was Licorice. "Hey, check it out!" Stepping to the side, he made a grand gesture to the poster, what was a simple depiction of Licorice now having the addition of cat ears and whiskers to the portrait. "You're a cat!" -  ✩   「 @speckled-and-spattered 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 Wanted posters are par-for-the-course for Licorice and frankly, they're quite flattering. Even if the bounty isn't quite as high as they'd like. Being wanted because of nefarious deeds is better than not being wanted at all. They've had a taste of the latter and they aren't eager to go back to that pitiful existence. So what if they get some less-than-friendly looks from other cookies? So what if rather than greetings, they get attempted beatings? So what if— ... It's still preferable.

They LIKE it. Honestly, they do. Hostility is just a way of masking the fear that must fill the souls of those around them! Fear that is demonstrated in how Licorice chokes back a yelp when their stealthy approach to their... crush companion acquaintance Gumball Cookie goes less stealthily than intended. Cheeks flushing pink ( from having been caught off-guard, NOT because of the way they could swear Gumball had lit up at their company ) back stiffens as they abruptly skid to a halt, arms at their sides and wide eyes blinking as they spare a moment to regain their wits.

It only lasts for a brief breath, but that still feels too long for their pride.

Resuming their approach, they study Gumball's proud accomplishment. Curiosity giving way to a giddy smile they can't hide, Licorice's demeanor also lights up with a genuineness that the rambunctious artist seems to bring out of them. Pink face growing more vibrant, they shake their head as if that would dispel the warmth betraying their complexion. It does not. ❝ I suppose that's pretty good... ❞ They begin, tone more playful than dismissive. ❝ But I'm no mere cat. ❞

❝ I'm more like, like a... Like a PANTHER! ❞ Licorice exclaims, hands raised in front of themself in a mimicry of paws, long sleeves hanging over. Batting at the air in what is meant to be a threatening manner but comes across as adorable, eyes narrow as they don a cheshire grin. ❝ A dangerous predator... Lurking in the shadows, blending in perfectly with the darkness... ❞ They continue in a dorkily ominous tone, raising their shoulders and wiggling them as if a kitten ready to pounce.

❝ Rawr! ❞ Growling out ❛ fearsomely ❜ with a bat of their paw in Gumball's direction, the faux-panther looks rather pleased with themself. 「 ☆ 」

[not-bcring]

"Oh no you fucking don't!" Snatching Kokichi with arms around his waist, but not lifting, not without a warning first in the form of his hold lingering with a light but stationary tug upwards while he held the leader in place for a moment, Kaz pushed their dorm door shut with a firm kick despite missing the first time he tried. "You need to sleep, and don't tell me you don't 'cause I know you fucking do." After all, he'd been awake for just as long.

"I'm right here, Kichi." Said in a softer tone this time as he maneuvered them to the bed and set Kokichi down. "I have a wrench, and if anyone comes for ya, I'm not afraid to use it. You know I'm not." Kaz had long since proven he'd come to Kokichi's aid if the need arose, or even if it didn't. "Just lay down for a bit, okay?" A pause. "You want one of our shirts?"

-  ✩   「 @from-across-the-stars​ 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   They’ve been worse lately... The nightmares. The feeling of someone WATCHING him as he attempts to drift into vulnerability sleep. And not his boyfriends’, whose eyes used to be enough to keep the others somewhat at bay. The buzzing beneath his skin. In his skull. The back of his neck. Like needles relentlessly stabbed into a doll of his likeness. Honestly, Kokichi wouldn’t be surprised to learn that was the case. It’d be a relief to find out his insomnia was caused by some supernatural-dabbling peer he managed to piss off. At least then there’d be a proper explanation for it aside from ‘ bouts of encompassing and convincing fear ’. 

And a feasible way to STOP it.

Exhaustion makes his limbs heavy, his movements clumsy and sluggish... Knowing that Kazuichi is going to catch him even before those arms are snugly around his waist, Kokichi can’t resist the urge to try and run anyway. He’s never been one to stop trying, even when fighting a losing battle. It’s the only reason he’s still here. Groaning dramatically to show his displeasure at being caught, but going trustingly completely limp in Kaz’s hold, brows furrow and lips pucker in a childish pout. Kazuichi has earned that much, with all the trouble Kokichi put him through just to get to THIS point. Especially while he’s battling his own tiredness.

... Kokichi still gives a little defiant wiggle though, just to show he can. 

Refusing to look at Kazuichi— not wanting to see a similarly-fatigued look in his boyfriend’s eyes —frustrated expression softens alongside Kazuichi’s voice. Replaced with a guilt that gnaws at his stomach, creating pained cramps that give him even less hope of slipping into rest. Let alone a peaceful one. Yet Kokichi grows perfectly still when he’s set on the bed, not making any moves to run away despite how fervently he had fought to evade it. At the mention of shirts, Kokichi’s body tenses for a moment. Not out of fear, but interest. 

Shown in the way his gaze flits up to look at Kazuichi, clearly wanting, lips parting slightly as if to reply— before he thinks better of it. Hastily looking down, Kokichi huffs,  ❝  If anyone needs to sleep, it’s YOU.  ❞  Not mentioning the shirts— he doesn’t want to blatantly turn them down, but he can’t accept the comfort either —he focuses on the true issue,  ❝  And don’t tell me you don’t ‘cause I know you fucking do.  ❞  Parroting Kaz’s words, right down to the articulation, Kokichi then stubbornly adds,  ❝  You’ve been up JUST as long as I have. Maybe even longer... So, how about you lie your ass down and get some rest and I’ll keep watch.  ❞

It’s not that Kokichi doesn’t trust Kazuichi to stay awake, no matter how exhausted the mechanic is... It’s that he KNOWS Kaz would. Which is why Kokichi can’t even attempt to rest. It won’t do any good, anyway. Not with how much he’d be worrying about his boyfriend. It’s not right. Besides, Kokichi is used to being the one staying up to protect those who are depending on him... And he doesn’t trust Kaz to try and sleep unless he’s forced into it.  ❝  I’ll get some rest afterward.  ❞  He lies.   「 ☆ 」 

[mctsudas]

send  ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter //for whichever muse of mine you wanna choose uwu

prompt / for kaz !

❛ shit .❜ the rain continues to hurl heavily , making a good effort to wet every living thing on hopes peak ' s site . for a man that never bothered to get his license , it ' s never good . the weather before usually doesn ' t bother him , however. today wasn ' t exactly ' pleasant ' , and this development only pissed him off more .

luckily ( or rather unluckily ) , yasuke travels lightly . there ' s nothing to cover him from the dreaded weather aside from the building ' s outdoor shade . now stranded , yasuke waits in the dark of the afternoon . hearing the patter , patter , patter . having to wait out the rain , assumedly , alone . honestly , he might as well make a run for it .