#resiliencyinstarliight

[thundergoodspeed]

@resiliency-in-starlight asked: “Where did you get those?” || Bruises and Bruising

"Uh. Smoothies."

Gary, unless you can pull those photon daggers out of your gut and put them into a blender and drink them with some dragonfruit and a crazy straw, those are not smoothies. And that's not even what she asked.

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@resiliency-in-starlight​ said: Nimue vc;; You know you could just kiss me on the cheek, right?

“Well, yeah, but I still have to ask. What, you think I’m just gonna touch a lady without her say-so? Come on, man.”

[thundergoodspeed]

not me coming in here to place down a 💋 >.>

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

"I-I mean, we just met...are you okay with getting kissed? Because if you're not I don't have to." Coughs a little. "Bu-but you're really pretty, so I, you know, I'd kinda like to."

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“Do you want me to make you some chicken soup?”

“What? Nooo, it’s fine, I’m fine, we’re--” He was about to say “good” but he broke off in a short burst of coughing. “...Please don’t make me stay in bed all day.”

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🔪

@resiliency-in-starlight sent 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

Wait. Had he just...?

Look, he didn't know his hand had a sword function! Granted, he probably should have known, since the SAMEs all had them and he had taken the arm from a SAME. But how was he supposed to know it'd pop out when someone snuck up on him?

Hearing footsteps behind him, he yelped, quickly turning. "I-I-I can explain--"

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@resiliency-in-starlight​

Well, Gary wasn’t usually the type to just walk backstage with a bouquet after some show he hadn’t even meant to crash. But here he was, holding a rose and standing in front of a dressing room door.

He hesitated before he could knock, frowning. “Really, Gary? You’re just gonna waltz backstage and give a flower to some super amazing lady you’ve never met just because she did cool stuff on stage? You’re a...” He paused, catching his  blurry reflection in the shiny star on the door. He glared at it, pointing accusingly. “You creep. You creeper.”