#these two. are so cute. i adore them

[yeenybeanies]

A Break From the Surface

HOO it's been like two months since i posted that preview lmao. let's get this up here for y'all. repost from my patreon! a request for callan & odessa!! i love them v much -uwu- it's not exactly what was asked for, but i still enjoyed writing it OCs | callan & odessa kovalev 2,491 words no warnings thanks for reading!! reblogs > likes!! patreon ✨ ko-fi

Odessa didn’t take many days off. Sure, she got them regularly, as was required by her union and her contract. Everyone got days off. But Odessa struggled with doing nothing. She was an engineer on a ship, and there was always work to be done.

Her folks back home would constantly tell her that working did not count as a hobby, and that she needed to find something else to occupy herself on her off days. “You’re going to work yourself to death, Des!” they’d tell her.

Well, she wasn’t dead yet.

But today, she was actually trying to not work. Callan’s idea. Odessa waited on a bench in the busy atrium. She fidgeted with her hands and her exosuit. It was all she could do to keep from pulling up work files on her U-tool. She’d promised Callan that she wouldn’t.

Well, technically, she’d promised him that she wouldn’t work while she was with him. He wasn’t here yet…

No. Odessa shook her head. No loopholes. She wanted this break. She did.

Besides, it was always nice to hang out with Callan. Odessa found herself wanting to be around her fellow upper-deck engineers less and less every week. After Moyle’s threat, she just didn’t feel safe around them.

She might live on the upper decks, but she was a creature of the belly at heart. She’d been thinking about putting in a request to move quarters down there…

“Dessa!” called the familiar voice. Odessa looked up, searching for the face to match. She found him quickly—he was the tallest being in the atrium—and met his grin with a soft smile of her own. As soon as he was near enough, one of his tentacles slipped around her and lifted her up to his level. She adjusted easily, perfectly comfortable in his hold.

“Good morning,” she greeted warmly. A hand stroked the tendril holding her. “You were awfully cryptic with your plans for the day. Care to fill me in beyond ‘bring your exosuit’?”

Callan brought Odessa to sit on his shoulder, that tentacle loose around her to hold her in place. He started walking, headed for one of the trams. “Nope,” he said simply.

“You’re not wearing an exosuit,” she noted, glancing down at his attire. He was wearing what he always wore: a pair of messy cargo pants. No shirt, no shoes. Odessa suspected that he wouldn’t wear the pants either, were it not required of him. “So I’m gonna guess that we’re going somewhere underwater. The reservoir?”

The giant lifted a brow and regarded her with a sidelong look. A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest. “Aw, I should’a known better than to try and surprise you. You’re too smart for me.”

Odessa snorted. “Hardly.” Callan was objectively one of the most brilliant people on this ship. He was just as smart, if not smarter, than her. He was just more modest about it. “I’m sure I’ll be plenty surprised. I’ve not been to the reservoir on this ship.”

“Then not all is lost,” he said, ever cheeky.

At the tram station, an announcement overhead declared that exosuits were to be worn for non-amphibious species. With the press of a button, Odessa’s helmet sprang up from her collar and enclosed her head. On her HUD, her vitals and oxygen supply popped up, but she waved them away for now. Callan watched her with a twinkle in his eye, his pupils relaxed in a friendly oval shape.

It was a little funny. She knew that he had vertical pupils, but they never narrowed into slits when he looked at her. They always rounded out into those ovals.

“What?” she asked. “You’re staring. Is something on my helmet?”

“Hm? Naw, I was just thinkin’ how cute you look in your li’l suit.” With gentleness that never ceased to amaze her, he lightly tapped the side of her helmet with the top of a claw. “You ought’a grow some gills, Bite-size.”

A blush bloomed across her cheeks at the nickname. It was by no means the first time he'd called her that, but it still managed to quicken her heart. She wondered if he could still feel her pulse through her exosuit.

She waved the digit away. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she said, tone dry, but amused.

The tram came soon after the announcement. Callan stepped into one of the cars and stood in the section meant for larger folk. Several of his free tentacles wrapped around the support poles, solidly rooting him in place. It was always fascinating to witness just how strong those things were; Callan didn't move at all when the tram lurched forward.

Not long into their ride, the tram slowed as it approached the reservoir. Odessa watched the windows as the water level rose past them. She knew what was to come, but it didn't stop her nerves from spiking when the car itself started to rapidly flood. She tensed, fighting back the urge to climb to higher ground. Callan, sensing her unease, brought his hand to cover her lap.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m right here. Nothin’s gonna hurt ya.”

Logically, Odessa knew that her suit’s SCUBA system would kick in once she was submerged. The water wouldn't even touch her skin, let alone her lungs. She’d been underwater before; it just always made her nervous at first. She held onto one of Callan’s knuckles, silently appreciative of his support. “I'm good. Bad time to mention that I can't really swim?”

Callan snorted. The water was at his waist, and rising by the second. “Good thing you got a propulsion system on you,” he said. “Not that you'll need it. I’m a great swimmer.”

Of course he was. His species was amphibious. They came from an ocean planet. She was safe with him.

But knowing this didn't stop her from flinching when the water reached her boots. She squeezed her eyes shut, turned into Callan’s jaw, and waited for the car to fill up. She felt the weightlessness overcome her, and felt Callan hold her down.

A light nudge from his chin made Odessa open her eyes again. He took her into his hand and brought her around to face him. His hands… they always felt more intimate than the tentacles.

Callan gestured to the side of his head, motioning where Odessa’s U-tool was. Underwater, his tentacles flared up all around him like a tangled crown. They twitched and wriggled, almost pattern-like…

Again, he gestured to her U-tool. Odessa brought up her HUD, and it automatically started translating.

“—Cannot speak to you normally, but I can still hear you. You understand this?” The text flashed before her eyes.

“Uh! Oh—okay. Got it. Yeah.” Tentacle sign language. She’d read somewhere that this was how his kind primarily communicated underwater.

“Take a breath with me,” Callan said. “Calm you down.”

Odessa nodded. With his free hand, Callan motioned to inhale. He puffed his chest out to guide her, and she followed suit. She didn’t expect his exhale to come out in a cloud of bubbles, though. The sudden—but logical—emptying of his lungs made Odessa laugh, which surprised the both of them.

“What is so funny?” Callan asked.

God, this translator made him sound so stilted. She was used to his drawl, his contractions, his slang. That made Odessa giggle as well. “Nothing. Just never seen you underwater before. Makes you look different.”

Callan pulled his tentacles in close to his body, looking suddenly sheepish. “I am not scaring you, am I?”

“What? No, no—” Odessa waved her hands— “not at all! If anything, you're keeping me sane.” She patted the thumb around her waist. “Now you look cute.”

That seemed to catch Callan off guard. She wasn’t lying, though; while seeing him with his tentacles all spread out did make him look bigger (and a bit more menacing), it was nice to see him in his natural state. He looked free like this, unburdened by the ship’s gravity.

At their station, they disembarked. Callan held Odessa with his hands as he swam, keeping her close to his chest. From her angle, she couldn’t quite see how he was propelling himself. It didn’t look like he was kicking his feet, like she would expect.

“Callan.” He glanced down at her inquisitively. “How do you swim?”

“Jets. Water goes in trough my gills, and out through holes in my back.”

Ah. So he had a built-in underwater jetpack. That was pretty neat.

Odessa turned her attention to their surroundings. All around them, a myriad of aquatic beings swam and scuttled about their business. There were a good number of terrestrial species down here, too, each of them donning exosuits. It surprised Odessa just how much noise there was. She’d expected it to be relatively quiet, but she could hear chatter in the crowd, and even some music.

A large shadow appeared overhead, startling a small gasp from her. Callan chuckled, bubbles spilling from his nose and mouth. Above them, a truly massive being swam. Their name and species popped up on her U-tool—a species she’d never heard of before.

“I thought you were pretty much as big as it got on this ship,” she said. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the being. They truly dwarfed Callan in size. They had an eel-like body, their long tail undulating side-to-side in a languid rhythm. She measured their length from nose to tail tip to be around a hundred twenty feet long.

“On land, yes,” Callan said, “but down here, not even close.”

There weren’t just giants down here, either. Once the leviathan-like being was gone, Odessa noticed a group of tiny beings down on the floor. They sported hard carapaces, reminiscent of crustaceans in Odessa’s mind. Their species was another unknown to her.

There were transparent tubes throughout the ship for many of these beings to traverse to spaces outside of the reservoir, but Odessa had only ever seen the more common aquatic beings using them. She had no idea that there was such a diverse spread of other beings down in the reservoir, or on this ship, for that matter.

This was like going down into the belly for the first time again—only not nearly as dark.

“This is so cool,” she breathed. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to the flooding trams, but she could see herself coming down here more often. Surely she could find ways to be useful here, too. Engineers were always helpful to have around. And she could get underwater tools—

Stop! No thinking about work!

“Want to show you something,” Callan said, pulling her from her thoughts. He turned down a corridor. Where he was bringing her, she hadn’t the faintest idea. The reservoir might as well have been an entirely new planet, as far as she was concerned. Her suit registered rising water temperatures the further they went—nothing dramatic, but a noticeable jump of a couple degrees.

Callan paused at the door at the end of the corridor, and smiled down at Odessa. “Ready?”

She could only shrug. “Don’t know what for, but yeah.”

The door slid open, revealing a truly spectacular scene. Spanning out in a wide, open space was a reef teeming with life. Odessa’s jaw dropped. It was all artificial, surely, but it looked incredibly convincing. Colorful structures resembling coral and kelp sprouted from just about every surface of the room.

“What is this place…?” Odessa asked. She felt almost breathless as she took in the spectacle.

“Recreational area. I thought you would like it.” Slowly, Callan descended into the reef, towards larger structures clearly meant for beings his size.

“Wait—why does—” Odessa whipped her head around, trying to take the whole area in. Her brows pinched together. “Our rec room is a minimalist white space. The reservoir gets a tropical reef?” It wasn’t a criticism of the reservoir, of course, but of the organization they worked for. It also came as a surprise; Odessa wouldn’t expect this from the Journeys Corps, a notoriously “standard species”-favoring organization.

“Good unions,” Callan explained. “Lots of waterfolk need something like this to stay happy. Healthy.” His feet touched down on one of the flat, plateau-like coral structures. His hand loosened around Odessa, giving her a bit of warning before he pulled it away entirely. Much like a stone, she immediately sank down to the coral, and landed with a soft grunt.

Good unions, hunh? Maybe she ought to try to get along with her peers better, then they could get their union to build them some enrichment like this.

Or she could rally the belly. If anyone needed better conditions, it was them.

Callan crouched down, his shadow falling over her. She craned her neck to look him in the eye. Here, under the dancing lights that filtered through the water column, the rust-colored freckles and bands that decorated his skin seemed to glow. “I like to come here sometimes,” he said, “when I’m feeling stressed. It reminds me of home. Somewhat.”

Odessa’s brows shot up. Outside of when he’d gotten sick and collapsed, she’d never seen the giant show any signs of stress. Of course, he had to get stressed out sometimes—everyone did in the Corps—but it was hard for her to imagine such a laid-back guy like Callan to get bothered. Seeing him without a smile or a grin was weird enough as it was, on the rare occasions when it did happen.

“‘Somewhat’?” she repeated.

Callan settled down on his knees, his tentacles floating, relaxed around him.. “Where I come from, we stay down deeper, usually. It is darker and colder. Not like this.” He turned his eyes to the reef around them, looking it over fondly. “But this is nice. I like it here.”

Odessa sat down next to Callan and followed his gaze. “I’ve heard stories of the reefs on Earth. I wonder if they’re like this.”

“Never been?”

“Nope. Never been to Earth at all.” It wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing; humans were one of the most prolific species among the stars, so plenty of them had never been back to their mother planet. “Honestly, I don’t know much about Earth at all.”

Callan hummed thoughtfully. A tentacle snaked behind Odessa and coiled loosely around her. “Maybe someday you should go.”

Odessa shrugged. “Maybe. I dunno. Not sure I’d fit in.” Hell, she already didn’t fit in with the space-faring humans. Perhaps it was her pessimism talking, but she doubted she would fare well with homeworld humans.

“I would go,” Callan said. Odessa glanced up at him, lips pursed. For a long moment, she was silent.

“Well,” she said finally, “if you went, then maybe I would too.” That could be fun. “If only to fistfight anyone that tried to be rude to you for being an alien.”

A snort came from Callan, releasing more bubbles from his lungs.

[cerealbishh]

"Good job, Aerith!" "It was nothing compared to you!" // "I'm so glad you're all okay!" "Right back atcha."

[yes-asil]

Brothership is out, wa-hoo!!!

[jestroer]

Long awaited reunion

[necrotic-nephilim]

Roytim is such a fun crack rarepair for me! Dick’s best friend sleeping with/dating Dick’s baby brother Timmy is 10/10 drama on a more personal note than I’d picture it with Jason. Absolutely no shade I just have always read Dick as being more protective of Tim and Damian.

Do you have any Roytim headcanons to share? <3

oh i LOVE RoyTim on it's own! likely bc i'm just a Tim multishipper and if it fits i ship, but Roy is especially fun via the Dick connection. and i 1000% agree, *especially* pre-Flashpoint, would even argue it's outright canon that Dick is far more protective of Tim and Damian than he ever was with Jason (not out of dislike, but simply bc Dick and Jason were never all that close and the tragedy of losing Jason was losing what could've been, not what he already had) and especially with Jason as Red Hood, Dick holds no particular protective brotherly feelings toward him. it's all Tim and Damian. so you're so right, the drama of RoyTim is just a smidge more upped than of JayRoy and i'd love to share headcanons-

i think it makes for a fun "crush on your older brother's friend" situation. where like. Tim knows it's unrealistic and he has no *actual* intentions to chase it when he's just 15/16 and Roy and Dick are in their twenties, often hanging out around Tim. and Roy is handsome, he's funny, he's similar in personality to ppl Tim has dated (Steph, Kon) so, it's a crush. one that he hides *well* and never makes it Dick or Roy's problem, and one Tim never expects to pan out. he just fantasizes about Roy a little bit and mostly grows out of it by the time he's an adult.

i think more fics need Lian, so i like the idea of them co-parenting Lian. especially if they're both. sort of bad at it. like Roy loves her and he's trying, but he's doing this basically alone and it's not like he has experience. Tim also has no experience. neither of them know what on earth to do. it's a very cute idea that just relies on the two of them being terrible at parenting and Roy getting so mad that the first time Lian says "dada" she says it to Tim that he considers breaking up for a good five minutes.

how they get together can happen in a lot of ways, but i'm interested in the idea of Dick asking Roy to talk to Tim during Tim's Red Robin arc. Roy has experience helping kids through his work helping young addicts and nothing else has worked, so he offers to at least try with Tim. and Roy, who also doesn't handle grief well, understands at least some of what Tim is going through. especially since Roy dealt with Oliver dying and then suddenly coming back, he's at least open to the idea Bruce could be alive. he's just around to try and help Tim keep some emotional stability, but it ends up with Roy helping with the search and somehow, falling for Tim along the way

they go to sitcom levels of chaos trying to keep the relationship hidden from Dick. they *both* know Dick is far too protective of Tim to react well to it. but also, i think Roy would get *just* a bit of an ego about sleeping with Tim under Dick's nose. he makes a point of strutting around when Dick invites him over, finding reasons to be shirtless just to make Tim squirm a little bit. it's that sort of kink where you're excited about the risk of being caught. that fits these two so well and i can't explain it.

because Roy is used to mentoring younger heroes, i think he would have a bigger than normal moral panic about dating Tim. he fights his feelings for a *while*, to the point Tim can tell Roy is fighting his feelings and he's trying to convince Roy he's fine with this. Tim telling Roy about his childhood crush does not help. it makes Roy feel *worse*. it makes them take things very slowly, and i could see Roy being the type to never fully touch Tim until Tim is 18, no matter how much Tim insists it's okay.

i do think they have unhinged sex when they actually get into it though. no matter how sure Roy is that he'll be gentle the first time, the minute he gets his hands on Tim, it is feral. there is blood and foul dirty talk and Tim cannot walk the next day. i think Roy makes for a very mean dom, the type who will make fun of you for being a mess in bed. he just has those vibes, and it works great for getting Tim to just. turn his brain off.

i think Roy, who's struggled with picking hero names before, would be someone to try to force Tim to let go of Red Robin once the whole Bruce thing is over. it's not Tim's name and Tim doesn't need to keep punishing himself with it. Roy is nice about it at first, but then i do think he threatens to set that damn suit on fire if Tim keeps wearing it and doesn't come up with a new hero name. and the worst part is, Tim does know he's serious.

when Dick does find out, chaos. an absolute shitshow. when Roy tells him, Dick punches Roy in the face before he even finishes explaining himself. it's a pure gut reaction. even Bruce isn't as protective over Tim as Dick is. it takes a *lot* of convincing from Tim that it's okay and he wanted this before Dick calms down, and he still doesn't talk to Roy for like a month until the rest of the Titans are forced to hold an intervention reminding Dick of his own dating history with age gaps, like Babs. Dick does cool down, but he is not afraid to stoop to "you're fucking my brother" in an argument bc he wins everytime when he brings it up.

i think Tim is the protective partner. everyone *expects* it to be Roy, he's older and more experienced, but it's Tim who will absolutely lose it if someone threatens Roy's or Lian's life. like not fanonish "committing murder" Tim, but more so canonish "i have a contingency plan for everything" Tim. Roy has had to hold him back a couple times. honestly i think the moral conversations Roy and Tim have are so interesting. because Roy will cross the line for those he loves, so bc of that, Tim is careful to make sure Roy is never in a position where he has to protect Tim bc he knows it would turn lethal quickly. it's a very "i know what you're capable of and you don't scare me but i won't let you become a worse version of yourself bc of me" sort of self preservation vibe. i think it'd be very neat. Tim fights like hell when he's close to death bc his thought is always "i refuse to let Roy feel like he has to avenge me" which i find very crunchy.

[hereticaas]

Delainey's story about running into Jacob during her audition

[naamahdarling]

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[sherrymagic]

If saying I like you first means I'm surrendering Then I think our story is like an unstoppable war 💓 ChanyaAya as VIVIE&KAIMOOK in LOVE SEA THE SERIES

[feroluce]

For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!

Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.

But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.

Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.

"Mornin', Madam Navigator."

"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."

And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.

Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.

Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.

So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.

Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.

Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.

One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.

Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.

Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runnin’ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothin’ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittin’ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed ‘em off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?

Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlin’ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playin’ on the beach, buildin’ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullin’ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hangin’ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethin’. He looked happier ‘n a cat in a sunbeam… He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

Eleven days ago: Boothill was killin’ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandin’ “protection money.” None of ‘em stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of ‘em on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.

Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned bein’ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.

(“I remember that day, I saw you in the hall.” “Was there any problem with the heating that day?” “No, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.” “If ya say so.”)

Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of ‘em ended up talkin’ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writin’ and editin’ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointin’ things out and tellin’ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.

He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittin’ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.

One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (“You had some too, right? What did you think of it?” “It was great, even better'n chewin’ bullets!” "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.

And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local “wildlife.” He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!

And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethin’- without the intent to capture or kill. It was…actually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on Penacony…so…far…

Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.

The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.

Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.

Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, y’know how it is, he should really get goin'-

“Oh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.” And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.

“Don't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?”

“Y-Yes, ma'am.”

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[waywardsalt]

spent a while earlier digging through some phantom hourglass model/texture files and i am extremely happy to report that linebeck’s mouth textures are slightly lopsided

[robstarsupremacy]

jin x zuko

they so cute

[chloegraceartist]

Slight collage AU where both Hans and Elsa go to the same school and fall in love.

It also could just be regular Frozen and Elsa is just wearing a striped shirt. 🤣

I SERIOUSLY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIP. 😫💕💕💕 They just make so much sense to me and it practically feels canon now.

Also thank you, everyone, for all your sweet reblogs on my WIP of this piece! Everyone is so nice and supportive. 🥹💕

I’m including the reference photo again because it’s so pretty you need to look at it again.

[aeris-blue]

Bring your Olympian to work day

[isca-rambles]

| We’re one big happy family (Patrick Keleher via instagram) |

[five-star-stay]

🦊: Everyone goes through difficult times, hearing the words “I love you” during those times became a really big strength for me and I heard these words “I love you” from Hannie hyung. That became a big source of strength for me and that’s why from now on I won’t hold back expressing “I love you” to you so Stay, I really really love you very much. (Cr)

My heart, my jeongsung 😭💘💘