#gear starlight express

[charleystrainyard]

GREASEBALL’S GANG

Gear, Lube & Tank

Inspired by @gb-diesellok vibes

[wonderful-magician]

THE GANG!

idk who's who, who gives what vibe name wise? Idk. I kind of just finally finished this after a long time of putting off my design progress! Hoping to finally get back to it now.

[jekyll-doodles]

So yellow is the angry one

Red is the goofy one but sadistic (I wanna say like CB but I could be wrong)

Whites the chill one

And idk about black but I believe they could beat/kill someone

Don't let those masks fool you. They're all equally terrible and sadistic, just in different flavors.

From what I've read over (which doesn't mean much given the canon's fluidity) , to put it bluntly, Yellow is a cryptic virtuoso, Red is a horny drunkard (whos still pretty funny imo), White has A Complex, and Black is most likely scp 035. So your assumption about their ability to cause harm is entirely correct.

CB would probably have a blast in Alagadda. Be right at home. Probably the only character from stex that would like it there. The rest would probably find the many horrors to be, ya know, horrible.

[starburst2000]

StEx Appreciation Month 2023!

Day 27: Gang!!!

Gear, Lube, Tank and Crackerjack! The latter is an extra gang member I named.

[goblin-iz-whack]

Okay. Very silly ask here

But.

Any gang hcs?

You came to the right place!!

Gear:

Runty for a diesel, something he is relentlessly bullied for

Guatemalan, speaks Spanish as a second language

Grew up completely yardless, traveling around with his father before he disappeared one day

About 5'6", has brunette hair in an undercut, red eyes, there's a scar on his head, he has a gold tooth

Also gay and trans

Tank:

Stereotypical diesel: big and pretty

Has bad eyesight and hearing, the result of harmful eugenics in his family

A rather feminine guy at his core, hides this from most people

About 6'5", long blonde hair, blue eyes, a bit more of a soft appearance than the rest of the gang

Gender nonconforming and pansexual

Lube:

No human knows if he's real or not, they think he's something like Mothman or Bigfoot. He finds this very funny

His face looks like a skull, this isn't a style choice he just was made like that

Strangely emotional intelligent for a "Diesel"

About 6'1", black hair that he's always changing up, green eyes, weirdly long nails

Gender apathetic and Graysexual panromantic

[sweet-dining-car]

AU where the gang are Greaseball and Dinah’s kids

Dinah: “Is that all of them? I feel like we missed someone…”

Greaseball: “I did a head count don’t worry, everyone’s here!”

Dinah: “Ok then let’s go”

Gear *at home, by himself*: “Guys???”

[the-rustbucket]

TAG DUMP

🌸please don't interact with this post<3

[kingofthe-egirls]

GEAR 5: LUFFY x Y/N

!!! SPOILERS !!!

(cw: reader is a survivor, sex, gear 5 luffy, sweet, kissing, creampie)

(a/n: big trigger warning here. working through my own past with luffy to help me. ah.)

Songs: "Have One On Me" by Joanna Newsom, "South London Forever" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.2k

"M'gonna go slow, kay?" Luffy soothes his hand over your belly. You're fluttery and shaky, breaths coming in shallow gasps as your boyfriend kneels over you. Your legs are spread wide, bare for him after hours of foreplay. You're ready, you tell yourself, I'm ready.

"Gonna give you a new memory, okay?" Luffy asks you, his eyes wide and shining as he waits for your permission. You nod.

"Ready."

Luffy leans down to kiss you, fluttering his fingers over your cheeks. "Ya sure? You look kinda scared, y/n. I don't wanna do anything you don't wanna do," he frowns, tilting his head. His hair is all spiky in the black night, barely lit at all by the starlight filtering in through the cabin window. It's a new moon, tonight.

Scared.

"M'not scared with you," you mumble, swinging your knees up and down. He's sitting between your legs, his strong form naked in front of you. He's tracing his fingers down your abdomen, softly drawing invisible spirals on your skin. "Just...scared it'll happen again."

"I've got ya, y/n."

"I know," you say, squeezing your eyes shut. You reach up, making grabby hands for him in the darkness. He leans his face into your waiting hands, letting you squish in his cheeks. He giggles.

He shifts, bringing the hot skin of his thighs closer to yours, as he wraps your legs up in his arms. He leans down, kissing along your inner thighs: first one, then the other. His eyes glint up in the darkness as he surveys your expressions. "How's that?"

"Better," you say, nodding. He's been eating you out for hours, and you've been playing with him, too. You've both been dancing around the idea of sex for a while, now. He's had it before, and so have you. His experiences were a lot less...traumatizing. Than yours have been.

"Here," he says, pressing his hand onto your lower belly. "I'm gonna...stretch ya a lil bit. Just so it doesn't hurt, okay?" His fingers are soft, as he strokes his thumb over the coarse hairs at the apex of your thighs. He holds your knee in his other warm hand.

"S-stretch?"

"Like this," he soothes, his hair starting to turn white. His eyes glow pink, and you gasp. You don't know how much energy his fifth gear takes, but--you don't want him to waste it on you.

"N-no, Luffy! That's too much for you," you try to say, try to sit up, but he pushes you down. He gazes at you, seriously.

"Don't trust me?"

You stop, cowed. "I trust you, captain."

He grins. "Good!"

His transformation is nearly complete, with white hair floating around his face. His clothes have turned a brilliant pearl, too. His sash is violet; his skin is almond and honey. Something sweet you'd stir into your tea. He leans forward to kiss you again.

Luffy's lips taste like skin.

"Here," he whispers, tracing his fingers over your breasts between the two of you. He swipes over your clit, dragging his hand down and over your shaking body. "D'ya want me, y/n?"

"Of course," you whisper, reaching your arms around his neck. He smells like apples. You feel yourself getting pulled into the gravity of him, his electric elasticity stretching you out at the corners of your being. It's funny, you think, wriggling a little in his grasp.

"Feels funny," you say, smiling. He snickers, lining himself up with your entrance. His thumb is stroking over your pelvis, and you feel yourself start to relax. It's--warm. It feels like when you drink sake, a little, except your head doesn't hurt. Your head feels light as feathers. Your body is relaxed, too. All warm and goopy as he starts to press inside you. You gasp.

"Oh!" You say, arching forward. Luffy catches you around the shoulders, his hand splayed at your lower back. "I didn't know!!" You start, and stop. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish. I didn't know it would feel so good.

Luffy hums. "How's that?"

He's staring at your face, his own blush starting to form around his honey cheeks. You reach up to play with the ends of his floaty hair. You feel drunk. "It's hot," you say, giggling, "That you love me like this."

Luffy beams.

"Course," he growls, hiding his face in your neck. He breathes in deeply, slipping out his tongue to taste your skin. He likes biting you a lot, apparently. "How could I not?"

He snaps his hips, starting to fuck you in earnest.

It feels--good.

It feels weird, to have your body bouncing around like this. Your tits are shaking, your hips are shuddering, all the fleshy parts of your body are jiggling around as he softly thrusts into you. You want him to fuck you harder, now.

"Harder, Luffy," you say, fisting your hand in his hair. It feels like feathers. You want to start a pillow fight. Luffy giggles, and a puff of downy white feathers explode behind you. He's sacrificed one of his pillows apparently, you dimly think as soft white fluffs flutter down around you. They fill your vision like snowflakes.

He speeds up, thrusting into you in missionary as he holds you in both arms. He kisses up your neck, all along your cheeks. His lips are puffy and warm, and you hum into his affections with unbridled joy. He loves when you just accept his love. He has so much to give you, you can barely contain it all. Your heart is overflowing with it, spilling out from a golden chalice in salty, shimmery waves.

"Feels good, kitty?"

Luffy pants into your shoulder, biting softly at your skin. He's always covering you in hickeys, which the crew had started to make fun of at first, but had quickly lost interest in. Since you're always covered in hickeys now, it's no fun to tease you over it anymore.

"Feels so good, Luffy," you say, meeting his hips with thrusts of your own. It's slow, and steady, but your orgasm is building up behind your knees. It creeps up, up your legs and explodes between them.

"Oh!" You gasp, mouth falling open as you spasm around his length, "Fuck, Luffy, that feels so good--"

"Cum for me, angel," he whispers, voice hoarse. He's not lost to the pleasure, either. He grunts, holding your hair in one hand while the other snakes around your waist in loops. The white fluffs of feathers have settled now, intermingling with the fluffy white behind his head.

He glitters for a moment, pink hearts sparkling into being around his flushed face. They sizzle and pop, little magenta pleasures that fizz through the air as he gets closer to his climax.

"Love you, Luffy," you say, fireworks now dancing at the edges of your vision. You giggle, drunk on his love and the pleasure that's coursing through your body. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt, at all.

His eyes are pink hearts, now, as he gasps and pants and moans out your name. He's so in love with you.

"Fuck, kitty--," he rasps, speeding up his sweet, sweet pace. "Love when you're so wet for me, love when you take it so so good for me, fuck--" He cums into your core, his face buried in your chest. He whines, bucking into you for the lasting waves of his orgasm.

You clench around him, letting the shivers of aftermath push you over the edge another time, too.

Hearts fizzle out of existence as his hair fades back to black.

The feathers around you are now just feathers, and the two of you are now just lovers, tangled together in his bed.

[h3avymachin3ry]

Hello! I really enjoy your writing. Can I request a rocket x healer reader but somehow pretty chaotic and matches his energy?

⋆·˚ ༘ *⚠️💥STRAIGHT TO MY HEART-!

rocket x chaotic! healer! reader (gn)

tysm anon! im glad you like my writing 🫶 also i spent a little bit trying to make up an ability and gear for reader, so yeah!! enjoy!

(edit: i'm so sorry i do not know how to write chaotic characters. i hope i did decent or at least mediocre.)

You're a support phighter who had just joined the program, with your gear being healing potions.

And oh, you're dating one of the other phighters, Rocket!

You and Rocket, quite the duo!

"Rocket! You've gotta stop blowing yourself up!" You yell, hurling a healing potion at him. It shatters on impact, the shards discintegrating into thin air.

"Yeah, but it's efficient! And my limbs are intact!" He replies, as he launches himself in the air.

You sigh dramatically, pulling out more potions from your stash to pelt at the other phighters on your team.

"Chucking potions, huh? Quite the method there!" Valk, one of the announcers states, voice ringing throughout the stadium.

After you exit the locker rooms, Rocket comes running up to you.

"Baby! You did amazing! It was so funny when you threw a potion at Sling, and it went like- KABOOM!" He says, using his hands to mimic an explosion.

"I know, right?!" You exclaim with a giggle, throwing your hands in the air victoriously.

"You wanna get ice cream to celebrate?"

"HELL YEAH!" You cheer, sprinting towards the ice cream shop you two frequented.

"They sure are a pair, huh?" Sword states in amusement, watching Rocket chase after you.

You were also.. a prankster. A menace, as your unsuspecting victims would call you.

"...So is there a reason why shuriken is currently speedwalking towards us with a murderous glint in his eyes?" Rocket asks.

"Oh-! I almost forgot about that!"

"About wha-"

He's cut off abruptly by Shuriken, clearly annoyed.

"It was you, wasn't it!" He pulled out a hunk of about 6 shurikens, all glued together.

There's a short pause, before both you and Rocket burst out in a giggling fit.

Well, you help him unstick all his shurikens. You're not heartless, after all.

But you still feel that tinge of satisfaction watching Shuriken walk away with an embarassed huff, mumbling something under his breath.

Because of this, Zuka didn't like you at first.

You were loud, and he viewed you as annoying for quite a while.

That is, until he saw you and his son, out on a date.

Rocket looked so.. happy. So at peace.

"Honey, you have something on your cheek!"

Before you had any time to react, he quickly kissed your cheek. He used his free hand to reach for your ice cream, snatching it as he giggled nonstop.

"HEY-! C'mere, you!" You pull him close, planting a kiss on his lips. As you pull back from the kiss, you laugh at his flustered expression.

Zuka smiled slightly, seeing you both so happy.

"You have no idea how happy you make me, starlight. ♡"

holy moly this got long. also tysm to @krumbone for beta reading 🫶

[fuxuannie]

im not gonna ahvw my standard layout for this, irs just a small drabble on my mind!!!

tw for death.

ִ ۫ ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦

Witnessing losses was a common occurence within the line of work with GEPARD, he mourns his soldiers and must move on and remain strong. To ensure that the remaining soldiers were to not meet that same fate.

But this particular loss, he cannot handle it. He's fallen to his knees, his hair disheveled as he picks you up in his arms. You're right here, in his arms, you're okay. He tells himself, you have to be, you couldn't leave him like this. You can't leave him cause of his own incompetence, his own failure to protect himself.

"Gepard." Serval says with a stern yet emotional tone, holding back her own tears to be strong. "They're gone."

During your funeral, it's filled with various white flowers, and Silvermane soldiers all wore their gear in your honor and sacrifice to protect their leader. Gepard strictly forbid the color black in your funeral, knowing you told him so long ago..

"I know this is a weird request, but please don't let people wear black at my funeral. Make it beautiful, decorated with the finest flowers that the florist down the street could offer, and let people smile.

"They were the bravest person to ever call themselves apart of the Silvermane guards," Gepard began with a weak voice, it was clear he was crying, infact there were small sniffles escaping as he spoke. "And I am honored, I am honored to call them my partner, and the sacrifice of their life for mine will hang a debt over my head that I don't think I will ever be able to repay. Not until I am able to meet them up there in the galaxy, joining them as they shine the night sky. Where I am able to see their smile glisten amongst the stars."

He walks over to your coffin, seeing your peaceful expression as you sleep for the rest of eternity. He caresses your cheek, as it lacks the usual warmth he'd feel, and it breaks his heart at the realization. "And that I may tell them that I love them, for I feel like I didn't say it enough."

"I love you," He whispers softly, hands trembling as he pulls away. "My starlight."

[tabooiart]

Hi everyone! I've reblogged some posts about it but I've been meaning to make my own post advertising the stex server I'm helping to mod!!! It's a Starlight Express fan server mostly geared towards artists but everyone is welcome to join!!! We also have lots of room for discussion of the show and we are a positivity-centric space :)

HERE is the link to the server!!! If the link is broken somehow please feel free to let me know

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my final entry for @violettduchess and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight creation challenge. I will tag you both when I write the prequel (I guess) for my first entry but it's not even started so. I went with stained glass for this one and it was actually the first idea I had. It's not what I thought it would be, initially I had a different plan but when I started to write it I wasn't feeling it so thought more on it then switched gears to this. I do pull a tiny bit and some dialogue from Faust's route as well as the make me melt event epilogue but as always not a prerequisite to enjoy the fic. Returning to the church brings back memories for Faust. Fluff with a bit of spiciness, WC approx 1305.

A Dance of Colors

With the war having passed the streets of Paris were busy once again with the comings and goings of its residents. Along a certain street stood an imposing church, one that had bared witness to so much in its time. Across the road from the church's heavy wooden doors stood a man, his hazel eyes seeing the past rather than the now.

‘I just wanted to do something to help. Unfortunately the bread is all I could give…’

‘You know, they say ‘devoting yourself to others without caring about yourself is called dedication.’ not many people would offer to help a stranger without hesitation. You're a very compassionate person.’

A sudden chorus of children's laughter could be heard bringing Faust's attention back to the present. He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“Of course the children would still be as noisy as ever.”

He watched one of the older boys open the heavy church door and hold it open so that the smaller children could dash inside. Stealing himself Faust quickly walked towards that same door, one he had not entered through in decades, and opened it.

The inside of the church was mostly unchanged since the last time he was there. It had held up well through the long years and wars it seemed, only requiring the replacement of most of the stained glass.A pity they had to be replaced, the way the colors used to dance off her skin.

Faust's face softened and his lips turned upwards into a smile as he took a seat in one of the pews and thought back to the time he and Mitsuki spent in the church together. Happy times filled with playing children, christenings and weddings; sad times filled with sickness, funerals and despair; and other times…

‘Johann, I…ohh…’

‘Mitsuki…’

‘Johann, Johann…I want to give myself to you. So you have to give yourself to me too.’

‘Here. Now. Are you sure?’

‘Of course I'm sure. Ahh! Haah…Nnh. Hnh…’

‘Neither God nor Devil can take you away. You belong to me.’

Other times that were filled with love and passion but that would almost certainly see them both condemned to hell.

Faust sat in the pew listening to the children and reminiscing about his life so far he failed to notice that the young priest had noticed him and was slowly approaching.

“It's quite a fine day today, wouldn't you agree?"

Faust said nothing.

“Though the expression on your face doesn't match the weather.”

Faust still said nothing and kept his eyes on the altar as the priest sat down beside him.

“If you won't talk to me, how can I help you with your problems, my child?”

Faust clicked his tongue.

“I am not your child.”

“We are all God's chil-”

Faust cut the priest off with another click of his tongue followed by a sigh.

“Where did you ever learn to be so impudent?”

“Oh most certainly from my Father.”

Faust turned to face the priest, hazel eyes meeting hazel eyes. The priest gave Faust a devious smile and he let out a low chuckle.

“They kicked you out of the castle didn't they?”

A frown came over Faust's face and he turned his attention back to the altar.

“According to your mother, my standing there was making Le Comte and the old goat nervous.”

“Were you really just standing there?”

“Of course.”

“You shouldn't lie in a church, you wouldn't want to end up in hell after all.”

Faust let out a scoff.

“I assure you Christian, if I am to end up in hell for my behavior in a church, lying would be the least of my offenses.”

It was now Christians turn to click his tongue and sigh.

“How did you ever manage to make everyone believe you were a respectable priest?”

“Watch your tongue my son, I took my duties here quite seriously even if I do not believe in God myself.”

“If it's true that you do not believe in God then why are you here?”

Faust was silent for a moment as he pondered his eldest childs words.

“Even though I do not believe in God, this place brings me peace and once again brought hope into my life.”

Father and son sat in silence for a long time watching as the children played in the church while the sunlight coming in through the new stained glass cast colorful patterns across the floor.

“I believe they have had enough time now.”

Faust stood to leave.

“Before you go…”

Christian began fishing around in his robes for something.

“I only just got this back today, I was going to bring it to you tonight but you're here now so might as well.”

Faust looked quizzically at the brown paper wrapped item Christian held out to him.

“Trust me, you and Mother will both enjoy it. Think of it as a momento from your past.”

Faust gently turned the item over in his hands, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Thank you, I will see you later tonight?”

“Of course.”

Faust had just exited the pew when he heard Christian cough and saw his hand come out palm up to block his path.

“The scalpel Father.”

Faust rolled his eyes but his sons hand didn't budge.

“Now Father, all of them.”

Faust sighed and took not one but three scalpels out of various pockets and handed them to a smiling Christian.

“Thank you. Go with God my child.”

Faust grumbled as he left the church leaving behind the noisy laughter of not only the actual children but Christian's as well.

The castle was always quiet this late at night, in their room Mitsuki sat awake in bed staring down at the face of the man she loved.

“Did you fall asleep taking care of me again?”

The memories from when she had caught the epidemic, or any other time she wasn't feeling well played through her mind. Mitsuki reached out and began to run her fingers through Faust's hair disturbing the colors displayed upon it.

I'd know those colors and pattern anywhere but how?

Mitsuki began to look around the room and her breath hitched when her eyes fell to the desk. Sitting on top of it propped up against the window was a pane made with the old stained glass from the church.

“Christian gave it to me.”

Mitsuki startled a bit at the sudden voice.

“Johann you're awake!”

Mitsuki's hand traveled from Faust's hair down to rest on his cheek.

“And so are you.”

Faust grabbed Mitsukis hand and placed a kiss upon her palm, it was only then she noticed that her hand was no longer wrinkled.

“How long?”

“Five days.”

“Oh, and everyone else is….”

Mitsuki's voice trailed off and Faust chuckled.

“Both of the old goats are fine and still in one piece.”

Mitsuki let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding then she smiled at Faust.

“Thank you, I know it was difficult for you but…”

Mitsuki snaked her arms around Faust's neck then planted a quick kiss to his lips.

“I really am yours for all eternity now Johann.”

Faust's strong arms wrapped around Mitsukis waist pulling her towards him.

“I hope you are prepared to spend the rest of eternity with me because I'll never let you go or let anyone else have you.”

Mitsuki let out a soft moan as Faust trailed kisses down her neck.

“I'll gladly spend eternity with you Johann.”

The sound of passionate kisses along with lustful moans and soft cries began to fill the room.

She really does look so beautiful when those colors dance across her skin, especially when it's flushed from pleasure I give her.

It was the last coherent thought Faust had before they both succumbed to the rising heat between them.

[zinphandel]

A Moon Shaped Pool- Radiohead

hey guys welcome to another episode of kate rates dans favourite albums of the year! today we are listening to A Moon Shaped Pool by Radiohead!

Initial Thoughts?

GOD i’m so excited to get into this one. I'm a big fat radiohead stan (but like just the music i don’t really care about the band if u know what i mean) personally, I'm a kid a and in rainbows girly, but amsp still bangs

Is this a first time full album listen through?

no! however im not gonnna lie its been a while since I last did a proper a moon shaped pool listen through. I know I'm gonna enjoy this one!

Listen through:

• lets gooooo! thom yorke is a weirdo but his voice is so hauntingly perfect, it transports you as soon as his vocals start. I love the use of the strings in the opening track, it builds in such a satisfying way and sets up the rest of the album really well. This feels very much like the 'classic radiohead' sound that we know so well taken up a gear.

• the soundscape that opens up 'daydreaming' lives up to the name of the song as it is soooo dreamy, and it builds slowly and gorgeously throughout. The lyrics are melancholy but to me feel secondary to the ethereal instrumental, they let the soundscape shine!

• This is 100% a night-time album. This was meant to be listened to in the dark, in the limbo between being awake and asleep. The perfect album to fall asleep to.

• The production on this album is SO beautiful. truly next level

• I want to listen to this album alone on a deep space mission, looking out into the dark empty endless void of space, seeing nothing but tiny pinpricks of starlight in the distance

• This album feels like the calm after the storm. the big horrible sad thing has happened, and you are now looking back on it, embracing the sadness and accepting your fate, it's depressing but beautiful. Its truly a cathartic listening experience.

• It feel like the mature, calmer yet sadder older brother of kid a

• you NEED to listen to this album with headphones to hear all the subtle details. its so gorgeous

• 'Ful Stop' is explosive and expressive, definitely one of my favourites -its both exciting and emotional

• The haunting piano and strings that open glass eyes pull you straight in and back down to earth after the more uptempo Ful Stop, its emotional whiplash in the best way possible!

• This album feels like a fully realised journey with peaks and valleys, it always keeps you guessing and every new song is exciting. Its so clearly the work of people who have been in the industry 20+ years and are putting all those years of experience to work in both the production and the lyricism.

• hoooooly shit the strings on 'The Numbers' are otherworldly

• god im enjoying this album so much i can't wait to listen to it on a cold dark lonely night

• true love waits is the perfect album closer. A song that's been worked on for 20+ years (it was first performed in 1995!) this particular arrangement is beautiful, with the minimal piano. If radiohead never releases another album, this is the most gorgeous goodbye imaginable. its mournful, melancholy and beyond beautiful.

Favourite song(s)?

Ful stop, Glass eyes, Identikit

Least favourite song?

Present tense

Would i listen again?

God i cant wait to add this back into my album rotation and listen again, I have no idea why its been so long since I've listened to this! Its still not my favourite radiohead project, but it is their most, mature, fully realised version of them. Hauntingly beautiful

Do i recommend?

Absolutely! I'm not sure i would recommend it as your first introduction to radiohead (do kid a, ok computer and in rainbows first) but i’d defo recommend you listen to it. perfect late night listening!

What would I rank it out of 10?

9/10

GOD i love radiohead. dans music taste is truly elite! cheers danny boy! see you all tomorrow for a super exciting (controversial) one!

thanks 4 reading xxx

read my 2015 reviews here

read the rest of the my 2016 reviews here

listen to the playlist of highlights from dans favourite albums here

[goblin-iz-whack]

Groupchat:

Gear: Am I breedable

Gear: To you

Greaseball: It's 8:45 in the morning

[sweet-dining-car]

diesel triplets AU

Do they do the cain instinct?

Oh definitely

Tank is mainly the one like this. He typically picks on Gear for no real reason other than that Gear is smaller than him. He would make fun of him and surprise “play wrestle” him it’s no playing tho he just beats him up. Greaseball and Dinah try their very best to stop this from happening but they suffer from exhausted parent syndrome so they don’t always catch everything. Greaseball is the main one to discipline Tank because he used to be like Tank when he was little so he understands how Tank thinks.

Gear doesn’t really fight back against Tank but he tells on him which may often get him bullied more by Tank. He will often cry when he thinks Tank won’t see or know or he will cry to his parents. There does come a point where he just kinda snaps and he ends up hitting Tank really hard.

Lube never really gets involved with his brothers and just stays off by himself when they flight, usually sleeping. If you try to wake him up before he is ready he is the biggest grump and will make it seem like he hates you for a while then will go back to normal. He doesn’t really get mad but one time he got really mad but at the off chance that he does, he gets really really mad.

Overall Dinah and Greaseball are trying their very best but their boys are just a handful

[ofepiphxny]

✧ ― 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘

〈  halston sage  /  demiwoman  /  she + they  /  30 (300) 〉in the great land of prythian, LOREN RAINFREY of the NIGHT COURT begins their journey towards a new future. known to be CHARISMATIC AND PROTECTIVE, their suspected OBSTINATE AND IRASCIBLE habits might prove to be their undoing. if the fae could compose a song for them, it could tell stories of SHORT TEMPERS WITH SIGHTS SET ON THEIR ENEMIES, STARK LOYALTIES TO THEIR COURT, LIFE-LONG LONGING FOR SOMETHING ALWAYS OUT OF REACH, AND THOUGHTS OF THE STARLIGHT FROM VELARIS OFFERING REMINDERS OF HOME. the fates whispers to the THIRD IN COMMAND OF THE NIGHT COURT and it is said that their loyalties lie with THE NIGHT COURT & PRYTHIAN. only time will tell if the HIGH FAE has what it takes to live amongst the ruin.

name: loren rainfrey nicknames: lor, lory face claim: halston sage pronouns & gender: she/they & demiwoman orientation: pansexual, panromantic age: 30/300 date of birth: august 1st zodiac sign: leo place of birth: the night court (velaris) court: the night court position: third in command species: high fae abilities: night court specific magic (darkness manipulation – expert, sensory deprivation – competent), winnowing family: davos rainfrey (father; status unknown), lissa rainfrey (mother; deceased) moral alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: entp enneagram: 8w7 vice & virtue: wrath/pride & diligence character inspos: rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), margaery tyrell (game of thrones), morrigan (acotar) inspo songs: mad woman by taylor swift coma by taylor acorn alright by charlotte sands born to the night by ava max colorblind by rachel grae i can do it with a broken heart by taylor swift ━ history (death tw) (tl;dr below)

Born in the City of Starlight, Velaris, Loren had a life of comfort with the Night Court. Her mother Lissa passed when Lor was still a youngling, and her daughter hardly remembered her. Her father Davos was in the Night’s army, fairly high in rank over centuries of service. He had always been a strict and forthright man, as well as imperious. His daughter had, admittedly, a rather rash streak in personality, and tended to be no stranger to picking fights with others from being easily provoked. But that initial lack of discipline didn’t carry for too long, for Davos had begun training her in actual techniques of combat, which was beneficial in her learning to control all of that pent up energy from her stellar temper. He didn’t wish for his court – nor his family – to be weak, a sentiment that Loren knew now had meant more than they had realized at the time. He never let up in the strictness, nailing it into her that she needed to be ready for tides to turn, for things to go awry at any moment too. Maybe that had been foreshadowing.

That, and Loren had wanted to please him anyway, to make him proud of her. They were not an affectionate family, that much was blaringly obvious. The whole hadn’t received enough hugs as a child sentiment had unfortunately been true for Lor. Nonetheless, the daughter prevailed even as his instruction hadn’t been easy. It had been effective, though. She even gained more comprehension of strategies and court states of affairs too. With skills and knowledge of that caliber in her arsenal, as well as having formed bonds with others of the Night Court as the many decades went by, Loren eventually became Third in Command. Roles in the High Lord’s inner circle were trusted positions and she took hers seriously, occasional hot-headedness aside. And for maybe the first time, they had noted some look of actual pride in their father’s eyes toward her, even if only for a moment. Though she had blissfully ignored the matching calculation in his expression too, like gears in his head were turning for mysterious reasons.

And then news about the Spring Court hit the rest of Prythian some years later, and the land fell into chaos. Loren’s father finally dropped the mask. A traitor, one that even attempted to coerce his daughter into trying to convince the current High Lord of Night to join the other side too. Lor was both baffled and livid, among other emotions, almost killing him where he stood. It could’ve been more logical to arrest him, sure, but he was able to flee regardless. It turned out, that his ambitions and opinions had silently aligned with the Spring Lord’s and Hybern’s for a very long time. It disgusted the daughter he left behind. It disgusted plenty of others in the north too. Loren was always aware of the glances during that time, the wariness of those silently questioning whether or not her loyalties had shifted too. They hadn’t, though. Lor was loyal to the Night Court and to Prythian.

If anything, her father’s deception had made her even more loyal, but also angrier. At least that could be used on the battlefield. As war found its claws in the fae lands, Loren and so many others fought the best they could. However, they all lacked the upper hand and eventually got trapped Under the Mountain. Nothing but dwindling hope, heavy sadness, and everlasting anger seeming to linger between the souls there. The latter was harbored the most by the Night’s third, who had definitely put up a fight during their time there. Uncaged tempers and blaring threats that had become routine toward the enemies keeping them in that dark hopelessness of a place. The rage that filled her maybe could’ve been enough to break their confinements of that mountain if it had been another life. Maybe.

While the containment didn’t last forever, Loren never found it in herself to grant any ounce of forgiveness to the queen who sacrificed herself. That pathetic fool had been a part of the destruction of their home and people, ruins left in the wake. So no, the blonde spared no kindness even if the queen’s choice allowed the courts to be free from the mountain. And yet, Prythian itself was still not free. Not free of the cruel High King. Loren wanted to rip him a part. Same for her treasonous father whom she didn’t even know was alive or not. Not that he wasn’t already dead to her anyway. ━ tl;dr

Born in Velaris, a beautiful city in the Night Court, Loren’s life was comfortable and she may have taken it for granted when she was younger

Her father was in the Night’s army, a stern man who he taught his daughter how to fight, and his instruction had not been easy but had been effective

Eventually Loren became Third in Command many years later, a position in the High Lord’s inner circle, a role she took seriously

When the war broke out, things turned upside down as her father revealed himself as a traitor, having aligned with the Spring Court ruler’s and Hybern’s views for a long time

He tried to coerce Loren to convince the Night’s High Lord to turn too, but Lor was livid and refused, and even tried to kill him before he fled

Loren fought in the war alongside others before they were trapped Under the Mountain, and she had definitely put up a fight there, full of rage over everything

Never did they forgive that mortal queen even if the queen had sacrificed herself, nor will they forgive Hybern or their father, whose current status is unknown to Loren

━ headcanons

Loren’s the kind of person to be like “i’m not jealous” and then proceeds to be the most jealous person there

Exceptional in combat but impulsiveness can get the better of her, causing her to not always think before she acts

Preferred weapons are twin blades and she’s definitely more of a close-range fighter

Has a town house in velaris she’s had for around a century that’s also shielded for protection measures