#happy lighter day

[grimmv4]

Lighter u3u

[moinstar]

12-27

[ithinkdogshouldvote]

Perky peppy chipper cheery school spirit mascot!

[alicenpai]

i love...wanpee...........🍊🍶🧡💚

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[trustypaladin]

"Happy Birthday, Arthur..."

Malevoversary 2024 | Saturday Prompt

[littler0b1n]

My boys…

[kataracy]

Kataang Week 2024 DAY 1 // Cultural Sharing

“I’m nervous. Am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing amazing Sweetie.”

[noxious-fennec]

Won the war, got the independence, became president. Now what

[riaki]

late bday post

[blueblurseptember]

pls, i was just tryna celebrate lighter's birthday. what in the world???

[cartoonsbyandie]

More Phantom Thief!Ginzo (Except it's just Kaito giving his favorite inspector's boyfriend a test)

[beaulesbian]

Dragon Age: Inquisition |vs.| Dragon Age: The Veilguard [2/2]

»The Inquisitor Jas Lavellan

[gloriousmonsters]

HECK yes. worstgirl time. (a lot of these are still vague and taking shape and i need to actually figure out when i want to place her death date etc etc...

that said

she had an absent dad (stepped out to buy cigarettes and fucking died) (velvette thinks he just ran off) (all the Vees have daddy issues, this is hers) and a mom who fell into alcoholism due to depression/shit jobs, leaving Velvette to be raised by the TV, fashion magazines and the Internet whenever she got access to computers. so i feel like that explains a lot

I'm toying with the idea she was put in foster care as a teenager, which she was pissed about because she LIKED being essentially a free agent in between the brief moments her mom noticed her existence and they had screaming matches, thankyouverymuch

she was severely bullied in high school for her obvious poverty+being a weird alt girl+the noticeable mental illnesses (mainly anger issues where she would explode and threaten people messing with her, or pick fights with teachers).

was never internet popular or successful in the fashion industry during her life, just an aspirational mean girl who learned a lot about Internet success but didn't have time to implement it for herself, and had a lot of big dreams (mostly involving being handed fashion awards while the bullies from her high school cried)

had turned thirty just a little while before her death, and was experiencing existential terror over how she hadn't found success yet and was going to start becoming a decrepit old maid

owned a lot of ball-jointed dolls who she'd make little outfits for and also be quietly insane with at the end of a hard day (velvette sitting on the floor with two dolls re-enacting a conversation with a coworker: wow, [velvette]! now that you suggest THAT outfit, i see that my idea is stupid and bad! i'm going to go kill myself now!)

(bonus tiny after-death headcanon but. doesn't collect dolls anymore, but will refer to her models as her 'dolls' or 'dollies' sometimes, always in a fake-sweet possessive or threatening tone. it's usually a sign she's pissed with them.)

struggled with ~love~ due to (a) mainly being attracted to guys who were dating other people or out of her social circle/league (b) being a weird little creep whose trouble with conducting normal relationships only increased the longer she went without one and grew more desperate and was ashamed by that and became more cold and aggressive with stronger outbursts of desperation and etc, vicious cycle

ok I've had the vague idea she was killed when she just kind of hit her limit one day and went into her workplace to kill someone (a model or actual designer) she hated--uncaring if she caused some collateral death on the way-- and got killed in self-defense, but now I'm thinking about her working in marketing/advertising specifically because it would both fit her after-death role and because being forced to promote/design ideas around someone you loathed seems like a good source of 'i'm going to fucking murder them' stress

that's all that comes to mind atm 👍

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Inspired by the posts I made previously

CW: Angst and injuries

Lighter knew that the Lost Tech Ruins were a dangerous place to go alone, but he just wanted to look around the area where Billy was found.

Billy Kid. The Champion to both the Calydonian Biker Gang and the Sons of Calydon.

Well, former Champion. Billy left the gang a few weeks ago to live a new life in New Eridu and named Lighter his successor in front of everyone at Blazewood before leaving.

While most people would’ve loved being the next Champion, for Lighter, the title felt hollow. He had never once beaten Billy before he left, and he only trained with Billy for a couple of years since becoming part of the Sons of Calydon. Compared to Billy’s time as Caesar’s Champion, Lighter felt unneeded because Caesar always finished her fights without the need for a Champion.

In short, Lighter was depressed. He didn’t think he’d feel this horrible emotion again after the Sons of Calydon welcomed him with open arms and gave him a family he can trust, but the day he became Billy’s successor, and the days following his retirement, Lighter felt like the ex-mercenary he left behind. Hurt, broken and unable to see life as anything but a life.

So why go to the place where his predecessor was found? Lighter blames some attachment issues caused by his time as a fighter. He knew people can and could leave him behind at any time, but being with the Sons of Calydon made him a bit possessive.

Walking around the cave that Appon found Billy in wasn’t pleasant. It was cold and oppressive. Almost as if there were ghosts trying to kick him out. Yet, Lighter trekked on. Appon once told him that the area where he found Billy was deep in the cave and had a weird landmark that was shaped like a star or fire.

“Probably from the old civilization,” Billy told them when he overheard. “I don’t remember anything before meeting Appon though.”

So Lighter, with his trusty lighter, was busy trying to find the landmark. It took him probably half an hour, but he saw the landmark. A fire shaped rock in front of a rocky chamber. Smiling, Lighter dashed to the chamber and began to look around the place.

It was dark, but with a bit of light from his lighter, Lighter saw a ton of old civilization items. Vials full of strange liquid, metal trinkets made from gold and copper, melee weapons, long-range weapons, and old books covered in dust. In the center of the chamber was a strange metal bed linked to multiple wires and batteries.

"Billy's old bed," Lighter whispered.

As he got closer to the metal bed, Lighter tripped on something and landed shoulder-first on the ground. Landed on his bad shoulder to be exact.

Unable to stop himself in time, Lighter howled in pain. He should have remembered that despite it being years since his time in the Ember Arena, Lighter still had the pain of being abused and beaten before he ran away.

The night he left the Ember Arena, Lighter sustained a shoulder injury from an angry opponent. The other person stabbed him in the left shoulder with a rusty blade. Thankfully, Lighter's shoulder wasn't infected, but the shoulder has yet to heal fully as Lighter went berserk that night and destroyed both the opponent and parts of the Ember Arena. And the fact he kept running for miles until Big Daddy found him exhausted by the road did not help the healing process.

He was glad he ran away that night and met the Sons of Calydon right after. True, he owed Big Daddy a favor for saving his left shoulder, but the kindness he gave to ex-mercenary was all Lighter needed to join the Sons of Calydon.

"You're one of us now," Big Daddy once said. "You're a Son of Calydon for life."

Suddenly, Lighter started crying. He just wanted something from the Lost Tech Ruins because he missed Billy. He just wanted something important so he wouldn't feel depressed about the change. He just wanted something to numb the pain he's been burying for so long.

Yet, in his pursuit of it, Lighter instead injured himself and became a sobbing mess.

He hated this. He hated being helpless. He hated being in pain. He hated being the Champion for Caesar. He hated being left behind by someone he cared about. He hated everything about himself.

So Lighter kept crying. If he dies in this cave, so be it. He never saw his worth other than being a fighter. Everyone in the Sons of Calydon had a person in Blazewood who cared about them and worshiped them, but Lighter felt left out after the people found his past. There wasn't someone waiting for him.

“LIGHTER!” Billy roared. “LIGHTER! Where are you? Please!”

“Billy?” Lighter whispered.

Why was he here? Wasn’t he supposed to be in New Eridu?

“LIGHTER!” Billy kept roaring. “Please, Appon told me you were interested in finding this place and I had to run here! This place is too dangerous for my successor!”

Lighter might’ve hated being Billy’s successor, but he didn’t want to make the android more terrified than he already was.

“Billy!” Lighter screamed with his might. “Help.”

Suddenly, the bright lights of the android’s yellow eyes were in his direction and Billy was at his side.

“Why are you here?” Billy cried.

“Why are you here?” Lighter spat. “Why come back?”

Billy frowned and sighed. “Is it illegal for me to visit my old home?”

Lighter shook his head.

“Then, that’s your answer. Now what were you thinking?”

Lighter didn’t want to say it, but he didn’t want Billy to misunderstand him.

“I have attachment issues,” Lighter admitted. “I never had a family, and then I had one with you, Big Daddy and the girls. Then, you left and I didn’t know what to do other than come here to find something from the era you were made.”

Billy softened his gaze. He knew Lighter was like him in his early days, only believing that his worth in life was from his skills as a fighter. Yet, he didn’t know that his actions would make his own successor do something so dangerous.

“I didn’t know you were feeling that way,” Billy said. “I thought you’d be happy being the next Champion.”

“No, I am not,” Lighter cried. “Caesar can do fights on her own. I’m just there. I’m not important.”

“You are, Lighter. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t in a million years name you my successor. You’re just like me when I was younger, and I knew, deep down in my core, that you would be the best successor I could ever wish for! I’m sorry that I made you go through this alone, if you want, I can stay for a bit to see you heal. Where did you land?”

“The left shoulder….”

Billy sighed and slowly raised his successor by his shoulders carefully. Then, he started to walk to the exit.

“Wait!” Lighter screamed. “I still wanted something from here.”

Groaning, Billy looked around and saw a golden bottle full of a greenish liquid. He and Lighter walked to the bottle with Billy carefully guiding him.

“Just get that one,” Billy pleaded. “You’re injured and we’re ways away from the town.”

Lighter did. They exited the Lost Tech Ruins with a new item for Lighter.

To say that the Sons of Calydon were panicking and in disbelief that their Champions came back from the Lost Tech Ruins was an extreme understatement. The following week, Lighter was on sick leave and rest. Billy kept his word and stayed for his successor until he needed to go back to New Eridu. As for the bottle, no one touched it until Lighter was deemed fit for fighting.

The night he opened the bottle to sniff a little tiny bit of the contents, he knew he smelt something special. The smell was almost similar to lighter fluid or gas, but with something more destructive.

He made a new W-Engine for himself and pour the tiniest of the fluid in the W-Engine’s lighter fluid chamber. Soon, he tested his theory and lit up his new W-Engine. Fierce, but subtle fire came out and Lighter smiled.

He recently received a phone from Lucy out of fear of him running away again and had all of his family members’ phone numbers in his new phone. He sent a text to Billy.

“I think you gave me a bottle of Greek fire!” He texted.

Billy came back the next day to tell him not to play with such weapon.

[kyistell]

Your local Jersian is back, it is an actual winter wonderland outside soooo