#i really answered this huh

[eightfish]

An old woman in a Florida swamp told me she once knew a man who had been killed by a stab in the heart from a great blue heron.

[luna-loveboop]

'I've never been in a dungeon before' and 'Who's Ganon?' have literally made some of the BEST reaction panels in Lu I just-

They are very similar conversations- where a Link is pointing out/asking about something that the others have experienced and they haven't. Which is really cool to compare and contrast but they all just freak out about it

Genuinely some of the best conversations in Lu

The lesson here is that apparently the Links will always be freaked out when one of them has missed out on one of the Zelda Fundamentals™

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Art by Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)

[rassicas]

Another excerpt from that Splatoon dev interview from a rare 2017 Nintendo dream issue, with some never before seen information. This one's. Interesting. Translation under the cut.

Q: What kind of sea slug is Flow based on? Inoue: Her coloration is based on what's called a cinderella sea slug* [[Hypselodoris apolegma]]. Traits from various other species of nudibranches were incorporated into her design. --- Nudibranches are hermaphroditic, so is Flow female? Male?

Inoue: Well...this magazine is called "Nintendo dream", so leave that to your fantasies (laughs). Nogami: After all, the Inklings can also freely change between girl and boy.**

*[[This species of nudibranch doesn't seem to have a common name in English. This is just a direct translation of the common name in JP.]]

**[[I chose this phrasing of "girl and boy" in reference to the player settings screen in s1 and s2, as that seems to be what Nogami is referencing.]]

[bigidiotenergytm]

May I ask for more of the Twins?

Idk I just like them and Yes I came back after crying about the Ithaca saga for like days.

(If so, I might just lay on my bed and read or look at the art you might make and maybe yap about a crazy,funny, and actually kinda nice fanfic.)

-That one anon who originally asked for the twins. :)

Super happy to hear you're enjoying the AU, dear anon! Since Sky's on break, I'll be taking over and answering your ask as his second in command :3 I'm not sure what exactly you'd want to know, so I guess I'll give you this instead XD

Meet Aspa: Ody's and Poseidon's child

They're a small, nonbinary devil XD I know what you're probably thinking, but no; Ody wasn't the one who got pregnant this time. It was actually Poseidon. And nope, he didn't get knocked up the traditional way. Aspa was the product of blood mixing (during six hundred strike, some of Ody's blood seeped into Poseidon's open wounds, mixed with his ichor and ended up getting him pregnant). They're super attached to Odysseus and a literal angel around him. Poseidon, however, gets the feral side. He's honestly just their stress ball that they bite and chew on. Their design was inspired by beta fish and catfish :333 If you have any specific questions about the twins, feel free to ask either me ( @shinedoitsulikeabright ) or @axt-bs since we worked on it together :3 If you'd like to know more about Aspa, you can either ask here or you could ask me (at least while Sky's on hiatus).

[fawntastic]

The Fifth for the next sketchpage?

One Magnus and one Abigail, coming right up!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I was rereading the hero x vampire heat season snippet you wrote and was wondering if you could do a similar one? Like a hero that is very shy and embarrassed about being attracted to villain, and maybe even really likes the villain's voice, and the villain teases and/or reassures them it's totally normal/okay?

No pressure at all, and regardless of whether you answer i hope you'll have a wonderful day! <3

“Did you know—” the villain’s lips were dangerously close to the hero’s burning ear “—I find your fangs adorable?”

The hero hadn’t expected a kidnapping to turn into this, to turn into a romantic conversation by the fireplace. It was cruel how sweet the villain could be. The hero had been nervous enough already when the villain had asked them kindly to get into the car.

Kindly with a gun pointing at them.

The hero had been shot before and they knew from experience that it wasn’t a particularly nice experience.

“Those fangs could rip out your throat,” the hero said. Slowly, the villain drew shapes with their index finger into the hero’s thigh. That was cruel, too. The villain knew they were sensitive, especially today.

“Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” the villain asked. “That way this spluttery mouth could finally shut up and find some peace…my colleagues hate how much I talk about you.”

“You’re mean,” the hero said. They could feel themselves slipping back into their desires. There was a line, a very fine line between control and instincts and somehow the villain managed to dance on that line with the hero perfectly.

That had its own perks. Sometimes, the hero welcomed the challenge. But not really today in particular. Some days were more manageable whereas on others the hero felt like a wild animal.

“You asked me to do this, don’t you remember?”

“I asked you to make sure I wouldn’t kill any people,” the hero said. “And that I wouldn’t go crazy.”

“And I’m doing that. This is called damage control, darling.” The villain leaned over and the hero could feel their soft breath on the hero’s neck. “I hope you like it.”

“Curse you,” the hero whispered. Instinctively, they cupped the villain’s jaw and pulled them close enough for their cheeks to touch. “You know what this does to me.”

“Poor hero,” they mused. The villain’s hand travelled down to the hero’s knee. “Tell me, dear. Is my heart beating fast?”

They took the hero’s hand and pressed it against their own chest.

It nearly broke the hero. Desiring someone was one thing. Being subdued to their own nature was humbling and embarrassing. It was something that plagued them regularly.

But being desired? Someone feeling the same things they did? Someone who was willing to treat them this well…?

The hero swallowed.

A while ago, some people they had trusted had treated them like an animal. They’d been imprisoned for being a vampire. Those people had promised them to keep others safe from them but it had been raw torture. And now, the villain let them walk around freely. They gave them delicious food and tasty drinks.

They spoiled them.

“Can you feel it? Can you tell how fast my heart is beating?” the villain asked. Their voice was deeper now, more alluring.

“You…”

“You want to bite, don’t you? Sink your teeth into my neck and suck…”

“I shouldn’t—”

“Why not?” the villain asked. Gently, they grabbed the hero’s hips and pulled them towards them until the hero was sitting on the villain’s lap. In response, the hero gasped softly and held onto the villain’s clothing. “Hm?”

“…I shouldn’t even like you in the first place. We are enemies.”

“And yet, you asked me to take care of you.”

“…maybe.” The hero closed their eyes. The villain’s heart was beating fast but it wasn’t only desire. They were nervous.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was nervous because of them or something else.

“I trust you,” the hero said. “I believe that you will make the right choices when it comes to me. I can’t explain it but…you can deal with me. You can handle me. You know what I need. And that is kind of scary.”

Despite the villain’s endless advances towards the hero, they had never forced the hero to do anything. They always let the hero make the first move.

“It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to me when you’re…in this state,” the villain said. “I will not—”

“That’s the problem. It doesn’t stop once this phase is over. It never really stops.” The hero’s ears were burning and they could feel the villain’s heartbeat increase quickly.

“We should get some band aids for my neck then,” the villain said.

The hero couldn’t tell who was more excited.

[zigrethsnotebook]

(in my deathbed)

Pls.... more.... reader who doesn't express much emotions like the other one your wrote (still the water runs deep) omg it was so good like imagine reader laughing like once at something they're watching and ford absolutely screaming internally over it omg plssss plssss.... stoic... reader.... (dies)

oh man, it's such a shame you won't get to read this now :/ still, might as well fullfill your last wish <3 (Part 1)

Still waters run deep 2

Ford x Reader

words: 2,540

tags: sfw, fluff

It had been a whole week since Ford found you crying on the roof. After the moment had ended, both of you had climbed back downstairs and you went home for the day. You two haven't talked about the whole situation since.

But, at the very least, your mood had lifted a little. You still brought Ford a plate of food every day and you were meeting his eyes again. Seeing him smile so genuinely at you every day made all the stress you felt pale a little. Like maybe those things weren't as bad as they seemed right now.

It took Ford a week to build up his courage to bring it up again, going against the part of his brain that told him to not make you sad again by bringing it up. He needed some time convincing himself that talking about it and maybe finding a solution for one of the things would be better than not doing anything.

He came up into the gift shop and found you sitting at the register as per usual. The tourists that Stan was still guiding around the house wouldn't be here for another couple of minutes. Ford walked up to your counter and watched you raise your head from your phone to him.

He decided to try a more casual approach. "What are you looking at on there?" He pointed to your phone. Without changing your expression in the slightest you sighed lightly. Most people would have assumed you were annoyed at the question. Ford knew that wasn't the case. But he didn’t quite understand that you were sighing in exhaustion either.

"Job offers." Was your simple reply. It didn’t need any more words to give Ford the same tight feeling in his chest he had the first time you told him that you were looking for a new job. "Why do you want to leave the shack?" He tried to keep the panic out of his voice.

Ford knew that there was no real way for him to build a proper relationship with you if you spent most of your days somewhere else. This knowledge made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't bear to not have you around anymore. You, your food and soft mystery, that came with trying to decipher your emotions, were the highlights of his days.

You let out another audible breath. "My rent is too high." You shook your head as you placed your phone on the counter with the screen pointing downwards. "It's either a new job or a new flat." You honestly felt like crying again.

It just felt so futile. You couldn't lose your place, there weren't any other available. If there were, you'd just move. So you had to settle for a new job, except nobody was hiring either or just wouldn't pay enough from the start. Maybe if you worked two jobs?

Ford couldn't see it on your face but it was like he could feel the hopelessness radiating off of you. It made him feel tiny and helpless. "I... Is there something I can do to help?"

Ford watched intently as you tightened your lips a little in thought. "I don't think so." You admitted, shaking your head a little. Ford just nodded, unsure what else to offer.

Your conversation was cut short when Stan guided the tourists right into the gift shop, causing you to spring into work mode, your phone quickly disappearing behind the counter.

Ford watched the people scatter around the room for a moment before he walked over to his brother and pulled him to the side, out of earshot of everyone in the room.

"Give her a raise." Ford told him, his expression serious. Stan laughed in his face. "Listen, Sixer. I know you have a crush on her as well, but I can't just go around giving people raises left and right." Stan patted him on the shoulder and was about to walk away when Ford pulled him back.

"It's either that or I'll offer her to move in with us." Stan chuckled, now a little nervously. "Woah, buddy, aren't you moving a little too fast here?" Ford grunted in frustration. "I know!" He cringed at his own sudden loudness, quickly falling into a quieter tone again. Not that anybody had noticed.

"I just..." Another frustrated groan. "If we don't do something she'll leave the shack." Stan furrowed his brows in confusion. "What? Where did you hear that?" Ford looked at his brother with bewilderment. "Where do you think?" Stan looked over at you for a moment, watching you ring up a customer with that expressionless look on your face.

He looked back at his brother, a little smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Tell her to move in with us. With you. Maybe that way I'll learn if she's really such a good cook." Ford looked away in annoyance, trying to hide the very obvious blush that was spreading on his cheeks. Stan just laughed again.

After all the tourists had left Ford was on his way back down to the lab. He could hardly go down there while everyone could see the secret entrance.

However, Stan had other plans. He grabbed his brother by the arm and pulled him over to your counter while whispering in his ear. "I know you, Sixer. If you don't ask her now, you never will."

Standing in front of the counter Stan gave you a big grin as he patted Ford on the back encouragingly. Ford on the other hand felt like throwing up. He couldn't ask you this! It was way too forward and completely out of the blue. He swallowed thickly.

As the silence between you three grew longer Stan looked at his brother and gave him another clap to the back. There was no going back now. Ford took a deep breath and then locked eyes with you.

"It's a new flat." You just looked at him as you tried to decode the cryptic message Ford was trying to convey. Even Stan furrowed his brows at Ford. "I mean. Move in with me. Us! with us." Ford's ears turned a soft shade of red in embarrassment at his mistake.

Your eyes widened in shock and your heart skipped a beat as you let his words sink in. Ford, the guy you have been crushing on for the past few months, was asking you to move in with him to help you out. This had to be a dream, right?

Meanwhile, sheer panic took hold of Ford's soul as he watched your wide eyes, that gave no real hint of your emotions other than shock. He was sure you'd be appalled. Surely, Stan had just misinterpreted your care as a crush and you now thought he was a massive creep for offering this.

Ford couldn't do anything but stare and let his thoughts spiral while you were trying to figure out if you were even awake right now. Stan looked between you two and realized with annoyance just how perfect you two were for each other.

"Okay." Your voice was quiet, careful. Your eyes had gone back to their normal size but you were still unsure if he had truly meant it. Now Ford's eyes widened and he could feel his lips curl upwards already. "Really?" You just nodded.

Now Ford couldn't help the smile from spreading on his face. This was a huge development! Not only would you not leave your job, you wouldn’t even have to go home - you'd already be home. With Ford!

"Perfect!" He was so excited that his voice came out a little louder than expected. Barely more collected, he continued. "I'll go get a room ready for you." And with that he was off into the house, looking for a room he could move a spare bed into.

Stan stayed behind, watching his brother leave and then turning to you, smirking. "Nice trick ya pulled there. I bet the whole thing was just a stunt to get him to be closer to you, huh?" You furrowed your brows ever so slightly at him.

That, combined with the wide eyes from before made Stan doubt himself. He had never seen so many expressions from you, and on the same day no less!

You let out a sharp breath, looking away from Stan and back to the hallway Ford had disappeared into. "I wish." Stan's expression softened again. "Oh."

By the time your shift had ended and you were about to prepare the meal for Ford, the realization had really hit you. You agreed to move in with Ford. How were you supposed to keep a cool head about that?

You walked into the kitchen where you found Ford drinking a glass of water. His eyes lit up as he saw you enter. You noticed that he had a bit of dust on his cheeks and a little cobweb in his hair.

As you followed his hand with your eyes while he put the glass down, you also noticed that he had rolled the sleeves of his turtleneck up to his elbows, revealing a few scars, grey hairs and strong looking forearms.

It took every bit of strength from you to not immediately drift off into a daydream featuring his strong arms lifting you like you were made of feathers... You took a conscious breath, trying to regain your composure.

Ford hadn't noticed any change in your expressions. He was, however, very excited to show you the room he had prepared for you. It was the room Stan had mostly used for storage of spare parts and also the wax figures before they turned evil.

He proudly told you how he spent the whole day tidying and cleaning the room up before moving a spare mattress in there. "We'll get a real bed soon of course. And other furniture. Whatever you need, really."

Ford looked at you with a big smile on his face and you wanted to cry tears of joy. Instead you looked around the room with wide eyes, taking the actual reality of it in. He was so kind and generous.

Ford felt a pang of worry when you didn’t say anything for a moment. Was this not enough? He could do more, he'd just need a little more time and- "It's perfect."

You turned to face him again. "Thank you." Ford could see the faintest curl of your lips upwards and his breath hitched as his heart skipped a beat. You were smiling at him! That had never happened before.

Ford could feel a warmth spread through his entire body as well as a tingly feeling in his stomach. Were those the metaphorical butterflies he had heard so much about? He made a mental note to research the topic later.

On the same day, you wrote to your landlord that you'd move out by the end of the month. That left you with two weeks to get all your things to the shack. Stan was kind enough to offer to drive you and your belongings a couple of times.

That way, by the end of the two weeks, you handed the keys to your old flat over to the landlord and felt a relief flood through you that you hadn't felt since you had moved to Gravity Falls in the first place.

On the same night, the kids had planned a welcoming party for you, to celebrate your moving in with their grunkles. And them, at least for the summer.

You put your last bag on a chair by the wardrobe Ford had built for you, before Mabel knocked on your door. "Are you ready? Come on, everyone is waiting for you!" A fondness, as well as a sense of belonging filled your heart as you followed her to the living room.

In there, the twins and the kids had prepared a feast of candies and sodas as well as planned the whole night with board games and movies. It was going to be a long night and you were more than happy to be a part of it.

Throughout the night, while handing each other something, you had managed to brush Ford's hand once or twice. Each time causing him to blush a soft red. It was absolutely adorable. The second time Mabel noticed it as well and immediately began gushing about it to Stan and Dipper.

Stan just whispered back: "Yeah. Why do you think she's moving in with us?" At that Mabel's eyes lit up. She had a new mission: Make sure her grunkle and you ended up together.

She turned to Dipper with excitement. "Oh my god. Would that make her our Grauntie?" Dipper laughed at that. "Mabel! Gross!" But even he couldn't deny that the two of you made a cute couple.

As the night dragged on the kids started to get tired and all of you banded together to clean up before Stan brought the kids upstairs.

Ford escorted you to your new room. It even had its own little bathroom now. Ford had put so much effort into making the place nice for you and all you wanted to do was fall around his neck and kiss him about it. But you didn’t dare.

Ford stood in the door frame as you looked around the room once more, taking a deep breath. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I really hope we didn’t scare you off tonight. I know the kids and Stan... and honestly me as well - I know we can be a bit overwhelming at times."

You turned around to look at him. He wasn't serious, right? But he looked honestly apologetic as his eyes landed on you. Then you felt it.

A laugh bubbled up inside you. You put one hand on your belly and the other went up to cover your mouth. The laugh was loud and joyous, letting out all the stress you had held onto for the last couple of months.

Ford looked at you like he had found the most precious diamond in the universe. He didn’t dare breathe in your direction for fear of ruining this magical moment. If it were possible he'd want to live in this moment forever.

After you had settled down again you looked at Ford. He already mourned the absence of the sound. A big genuine smile was left on your face as the remnant of your laughter though and Ford made sure to commit it to his memory.

"I have never felt so much like I belonged as I did today. And it's all thanks to you, Ford." Ford nodded and after a moment, cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. "Anything for you."

A moment of comfortable silence passed between you two as neither wanted the moment to end just yet. Eventually, when Ford heard his brother come back downstairs again, he spoke up.

"Good night." The smile on your face had softened but not fully faded yet. "Good night, Ford." With that he left and closed the door behind him, leaving you alone in your new home. This was truly the start of something magical.

[pcktknife]

wait bitch do sanjis eyebrows go the same way

[journey-to-the-attic]

Idk if you're caught up on NB but I feel like IK coming back would totally have made Lucifer cry as well. His daughter's home. But she wasn't gone??? Time is weird but he's just so relieved to have his kid back

i have my issues with how they appear to have resolved the time travel plot (by just making everyone not notice it happened despite solomon saying that mc disappeared and he was chosen to go retrieve them?? idk maybe they reappeared at a point in the timeline BEFORE that but still. what the hell happened with nightbringer then?? well... it's still early season so let's have hope) but the characters looking at mc and just bursting into tears for no discernible reason was very funny

[smovs]

CSP Buckle Tip

My standard approach to those wee lil buckles on Sora's KH2 costume. I been drawing the little shits for 15 years and this way's by far the best looking for the least effort.

As usual this is drawn in Clip Studio Paint, but oughta work in any software that can add outlines to a layer (or hey, maybe you paint without lines).

Long live the KH2 outfit!

[nekrosmos]

questions about nikolai and price (originally from an ask meme about original characters but i wanna hear your thoughts):

what do they want to hear?

what do they need to hear?

what do they dread to hear?

Thank you for the ask !! I honestly struggled with the answers, I'm not the best at deep character introspection so this really had me scratching my head. I hope what I came up with makes sense !

What do they want to hear?

Nikolai: "I trust you."

Nik is intimidating, isn't he ? Intelligent, strong, well-connected Nikolai. People know that. It usually takes only a half a second glance to know that you do not want to be on this man's bad side. He's used to it, really. But how many times as he entered a room only to see people shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of his presence? He makes people uneasy, whether he wants it or not. It's fine when he's on an op and needs to be menacing, but it gets old quickly when he just wants to relax, sometimes.

He's trustworthy, despite his shady dealings, he's loyal. Thankfully, a handful of people know that.

Price: "You made a difference"

Yes, his hands got bloody, but it was all worth it in the end, right? He saved people by pulling the trigger when it needed to be done. No hesitation, it's what the world needs. So what if he can't sleep at night and his file is covered in black ? He made a difference, the rest, he can live with.

What do they need to hear?

Nikolai: "You need to think of yourself, too."

Nikolai puts others first, this has always been true. He likes to help out, likes to feel useful, ready to answer a call. Loyal to a fault, devoted to his friends. But when was the last time Nik put his needs as a top priority ? Has he ever done that ? He has no trouble flying to the other of the planet at a moment's notice if someone asks him to. How many nights of sleep has he missed because someone needed a hand? How much time has he spent fixing up his helo because it got banged up the last time a friend needed transport in hostile territory ? It's always others first, never himself, and he needs to be reminded of that.

Price: "You matter."

It's easy to forget that you're someone when you've been used as a weapon since you were 16. You forget that you have a purpose outside of your work, too. You forget you're a human first, with needs and wants and desires. You are Captain John Price, but you are also just John Price, and he matters too.

When he comes home for a break, what does he see outside of blank walls and a barely lived in house he never really took the time to make his ? It's temporary, he thinks, he doesn't really live here.

Maybe John needs to be reminded that he exists outside of his work.

What do they dread to hear?

Nikolai: "You don't belong here."

From either side. I think Nik feels strongly about his relationship with his home country, how he's been working against it and how his actions might be perceived by his countrymen. I think he's scared of losing this part of himself, and being rejected, even though all he's done was in the name of his country.

And then on the other side, Nik knows he stands out, knows people see him as a "could have so easily been the enemy" kind of guy. People like him, sure, but how many, aside from Kate, John and Gaz actually trust him ? Everyone else sees him as useful, but ultimately, they still look at him with a suspicious eye.

Where is home for Nikolai, really ?

Price: "You failed them"

Losing people, he's used to it. It never gets easier though, does it? Men and women under his command, people he's known for years, people who trusted him, friends. But, there is something entirely different between losing someone when you did everything you could have done and it was the way it was supposed to go, and losing someone because of your mistake. He failed them, he knows that, and it haunts him.

[dameszsz]

rick fun hitting the greens last week

dump

[misc-obeyme]

So i headcanon that demons have more than 1 hearts…

Imagine, one day your demon darling invite you out for dinner. And you guys are talking and waiting for ur meals then suddenly the waiter placed down a plate with a cooked demon’s heart on it and it’s not just any demon’s heart it’s ur lover’s heart.

Apparently, demons do that to express love to their mates, and it’s one of the most intimate ways to show love.

I need more contents of the boys actually being demon 😔

Okay, I love love this idea, anon, but oh man the idea of having to actually eat the heart is stressing me out lol. Like if they cook it and season it and make it tasty, then sure I'll eat my demon lover's heart, serve it up! But if it's like... barely cooked and still kinda slimy and very recognizable as a heart...?

Also this is definitely something I'd only do to respect said demon's culture... like oh okay this is how they show love! It's a little weird to me, a human with but one heart, but I'm willing to try out new things!

Like yes, I ate your heart for real and now you are a part of me forever~ that's... weirdly romantic...

But I can't reciprocate and that makes me sad. OH. I would probably get Barb or Simeon to help me make a realistically heart-shaped cake alkdjfljkdf. Like! I can't give you the real one, so please accept this substitute~

Yes yes, I love everything about this! I want there to be more unique cultural exchange between MC and the demons! And of course having it be something like eating an actual heart is perfect!

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

me: what if. what if i held hims hand,,

inner me: He wouldn't want to hold your hand. He'd hate you. You would get on his nerves so fucking much. You're annoying as fuck, he would hate being near you anymore than is absolutely necessary. If he knew you were drawing, or even THINKING about him holding your hand, he would be disgusted with you. You're the worst. Shut the fuck up.

me: ah. right

[bobombun]

I wanted to draw Oberon, but couldn't think of anything to actually draw him doing. As I was brainstorming on that, I thought "what could he even be doing? ...be on a picnic??" and could not shake the thought. And so.

[theallianceofcelestials]

Oh my gosh what if the SEA family met Tsams Jack??? That is just a full on baby right there!!/silly

Also Nexus bias showing rn but what if they met him??

They'd learn about Jack because Bloodmoon and Lunar were trying to bother him while he was searching for his son, and he'd just kinda snap slightly because of being stressed and tired.

They'd then immediately take that information back to the family, because their honorary brother's child, so their honorary nephew is in danger! It doesn't matter if they have no clue what in the fuck negative starpower is, they'll figure it out. Even Eclipse would be onboard with this, because him and Solar are Titanfall 2 buddies, and his girlie (/silly) needs help to get his kid back.

So they show up with plans to the TSAMS house, mostly plans of murdering the Creator, and the TSAMS family would just go: Okay, cool! We want that too!

Que boss music for Sven. He's in trouble, and he doesn't even know how bad until SEA KC just appears before him in the darkness, optics glowing, and attempts to punt him. If he somehow manages to escape, then the hunt is on. I dunno if you know the scene from Kung Fu Panda 2 where there's the 2D segment of Po's mom running away, and the wolf snapping at her heels, but that's Bloodmoon basically. They're just the one tiring out the prey until a packmate can pounce.

Meanwhile Eclipse is more busy trying to get Jack back to his dimension, where Moon and Solar Flare are already waiting for them. Being in a body Solar used before his death would probably be disorienting for Jack, and in his hazy state he might confuse them. After a bit of trickery he'd get him into the portal, and they'd try their best to fix him.

Meanwhile SEA Sun and Lunar are comforting and calming the TSAMS family. They know what they're doing, after all.

Meeting Nexus would be a mixed situation, which is sad for me because I love him too.

The celestial SCPs would not take well how he betrayed the family. To them, family is almost everything, because they're pack animals basically. They need each other. Nexus's stark refusal of these ideals would alienate him.

Eclipse would be the most understanding with him. He'd understand as a fellow animatronic just how shitty life can be, and he'd try at least forming a neutral relationship with him. So long as Nexus doesn't try anything with his family, he doesn't mind if the guy asks him weird questions about his workplace, and the SCPs, which he can technically answer because Nexus doesn't count as a person in neither his own dimension, nor in SEA's.

Nexus, obviously, would want to study the SCPs. Him and SEA Eclipse may become fucked up science buddies, but the line between them is also drawn when it comes to connection with others. That'd be one thing Eclipse wouldn't be able to understand either, having been alone for the majority of his almost 100 years of existence