#tried to do a nike swoop on his shoe

[bongwateriero]

maddy im kissing you put frank in another glue trap

just for you bishop. return frank dying in a glue trap

he got stuck trying to reach the doritos ://

[dirksawesomesprites]

editing / fixing sprites + my headcanons

Part 2: Beta Midbloods

Kanaya Maryam

She is a cisgender girl and is lesbian (original ik), in alternia you either need to have all of your clothes tailored or you get them second hand from other people who dont want theirs anymore. she makes all the clothes for her friends and herself. in alternia there are no clothing stores (or whatever theyre called, boutiques i think??? i legit dont know the name) so when rose introduced her to them on earth her dream became to be an "earth fashion designer". she wears a little purple rose clip in her hair to represent rose. she has a matching streak in her hair to match eridan. her matesprit is rose, her moirail is eridan, and her kismesis is vriska (what can i say... i love her canonic quadrants)

Terezi Pyrope

(she looks errily similar to HS^2 terezi that was NOT intentional... i just think shes cute in overalls and it fits her very well)

She uses She/Xem (plus other neos/xenos i cant choose to pick from to add) and is librafeminine and asexual. shes the type of person to slap peoples ankles with her cane on purpose then swear she didnt mean to when it was completly intentional. she is also not completly blind, blind enough to need a cane but can still see enough to play pranks on people who dont know that, by walking dangerously close to a cliff acting like she dosnt know then do a backflip away from it. she carries mini scalemate plushies in the front pocket of her overalls. she also gave karkat a perminat cowlick thats why theres that nike shape looking swoop in his hair. her moirail is john/june and her matesprite/kismesis is vriska (they flip quadrants alot)

Vriska Serket

She uses She/Him and is transfem, gendervoid, anarchgender, and finnsexual. Her hair constantly looks wet even though its not, its not greasy either her hair is just fucked up. He likes to poke others in the side with the elbow part of his metal arm (it has a part that sticks out to prevent overextention). She has multiple scars on her face but tries to cover it up with makeup, even though its still visable with that. he dosnt wear socks under his shoes because hes a fucking MENACE like that. her pants are white jeans dyed blue (not with fabric dye btw, theres a reason it matches her blood colour) and occasionally she has to redye it because the blood fades out and it gets everywhere. and her her matesprite/kismesis is terezi (they flip quadrants alot) and her actual kismesis is kanaya

editing / fixing sprites + my headcanons

Part 1: Beta Lowbloods

Aradia Megdio

without bag

with bag

dead

she uses she/they and is demigirl and bisexual. her horns are covered in a layer of dust from scavaging for fossils and living in an underground hive. she wears a messanger bag that she uses to keep all of her fossile hunting materials and other things. she uses the fossils to decorate her hive and shes goth (original i know). her matesprit is sollux and her moirail is feferi.

Tavros Nitram

he uses he/him and is a cis guy (just is slightly feminine) he is mlm/gay. he loves fairycore and his favourite dog breed is a golden retriver (speficially the human version dave showed him, not alternian.) his robot legs will occasionslly malfcution, causing them to either get locked in place, squeak loudly, or get sticky joints. dave constantly has to call dirk over to fix his legs. his matesprit is dave, moirail is gamzee, and he has a black crush on gamzee (not very "black" though, mostly a "i can fix him" mentality but it ends up being "i can fix him but itll make me worse in the prossess) type stuff. its a pale leaning black thing.

Sollux Captor

he uses they/he/she and is bisexual and bigender (original i know but its kinda funny concidering my headmate with a sollux source is bisexual and bigender so im stealing that). hes emo and has a johnnie guilbert shrine in his hive he swears is ironic. he is colour blind (blue colour blindess specifically) so he sees voilet/purple as a ugly brown thats why he calls eridan ugly so much. he plays the synthesizer. hes double jointed and likes to gross his friends out with it. his shoes were orignially both white but he lost the second one but was too lazy to find it so he just wears the same brand shoe but different colours. theyre vans shoes. his matesprit is aradia , his moirail is dave , his kismesis is eridan , and his auspistice is karkat.

Karkat Vantas

he uses they/he, theyre nonbinary / transmasculine (has top scars and is technially transmasc but is also nonbinary i dont know if im saying this right) and is unlabeled for sexuality (they kiss guys but is unlabeled take with that what you will) they are punk even if they dont particualerly dress like it. their sweatpants are too big and their sweater is too small / tight so theyre a small gap of stomach showing. he purrs when happy, sleepy, or comfortable. when he gets scared their voice cracks and squeaks. when theyre alone listening to music in their hive hell jump around bouncing off stuff pretending to play the guitar and screaming / singing at the top of his lungs to the song. his matesprit is gamzee, his moirial is eridan, his kismesis is dave, and they aupistice for eridan and sollux.

Nepeta Lejion

she uses she/meow and is girlflux, catgender (original i know), grey romantic, and asexual. when she paints on her shipping wall she tends to get paint all over her and it has since stained her jacket. she has had her hat since she was very little and its very streched out and worn. same with her tail as its not part of her, it drags on the ground behind her and gets dirt, sticks and leaves caught in it most of the time. she likes to play the xylophone, read warrior cats, and play animal jam with equius. she purrs when she his happy / sleepy / comfy like karkat. her matesprit is feferi and her moirail is equius.

[daisy116]

Wtf is a Selfie??

some dousy fluff/ anst for my favs. it’s been sooo long since i’ve written but i worked really hard on this and i hope y’all like it!

please give it sum love and/ or feedback <3!

The team was getting ready for their goodbye dinner together. Just one last night of dinner and drinks, and then they’d go their different ways. 

Daisy was obviously feeling emotional, and Sousa knew this. He came to check on her in her room. 

He stood outside her door, took a deep breathe, and, in classic Danial Sousa fashion, knocked.

���Come in!”

When he opened the door, her back was to him, and she was struggling with the zipper on her dress. 

“Here. Let me help you with that.” he came to help her. 

“Oh. Thanks Sousa.” Daisy said. She felt her cheeks turn red.

Sousa hadn’t realized how nice she looked. Her blond hair was in loose waves down her back, and when she turned to face him, he saw she was wearing eyeliner and mascara that made her brown eyes pop. Blush tinted her cheeks. 

They locked eyes, and she looked at the floor shyly. 

“Thanks”, she practically whispered. Dammit why couldn’t she just act normal around him. 

There was an awkward silence. Daniel looked around her room as she studied the floor. 

After a moment, he brushed past her to look at the bedside table. 

“Who’s this?” he asked. 

Daisy followed his gaze. Sitting on her bedside table were three different picture frames and a jewelry box. 

The largest picture was a frame hanging on the wall behind the table, the two others sitting in front of it. One was a picture of Daisy and Coulson, beaming at whoever the cameraman (or woman) was. The picture looked fairly recent. 

Sousa had picked up the smaller frame. It was an older picture, evident by Daisy’s brunette and banged hair. The picture was obviously taken by someone else, and Daisy was looking at whoever might be to the left of the camera man. There was a man next to her, who was taller and older, and he was looking right into the camera. they were both wearing the same, almost sad looking smile. This is what first tipped Sousa to who this man might be. She took the frame from his hand. 

“Cal” and after a beat, “my dad”.

Sousa, in all honesty, didn't know what to say. Just a small “Oh.” spilled his mouth.

Daisy had never talked about her dad. She had told Sousa about her mom, Jiaying, but not much outside of the story that she had shared with him about her suffering at the hands of Whitehall.

“He um,” she was obviously trying to find the right words. Did she even want to go down this path with him? 

After a moment of thinking, she said, “he killed my mom… to save me”.

Another “Oh” from Sousa. 

“Daisy, I’m so sor-” 

“No, it's fine. I-” she quickly blinked away tears, “it was a while ago.” there was a beat, and then,

“Plus it was nice to talk to her again. And I wouldn't have without you… you  giving me a little push.” she was smiling fondly now. She put the picture back. 

“About that. I was going to apologize. i feel bad, i could tell it was hard for you and then what happened next-”

“No, no. i-” she turned to smile at him. “I was glad.” she reassured him.  

She hadn't realized how close they were to each other. “Thanks for that”, she said in a whisper. 

Their eyes locked, and she could feel herself blushing under his gaze. Her back ended up against the table, him facing her and the rest of the pictures. He was smiling at her, they were moving closer to each other, Daisy looked down at his lips, and- 

“Is that the rest of the team?” he wasn't looking at her anymore, but in fact the largest picture frame hanging on the wall behind her.

She sighed to herself and closed her eyes.

In it was a picture of the team, Coulson, May, Jemma, Fitz, Yo-yo, Mack, a taller woman, and another man were all beaming at the camera. Again, Sousa could tell the picture was older from Daisy's hair, which was now in a dark bob. She was standing in the middle of everyone, holding the camera.

“Uh yea,” Daisy smiled to herself about how awkward he was. What a dork. 

“That's Bobbi. And that's Hunter.” she said, pointing at the respective characters. 

“They were all part of SHIELD at one point. We were pretty close.” she was smiling fondly now.

She snapped out of her memories that flooded back to her to glance up at Sousa, who, to her surprise, was studying the picture intently. 

She looked at the picture, then back to him, then back to the picture again, trying to figure out what was irking him. 

“Whatt are you looking at?” she said, a teasing tone in her voice. 

“How was this taken? Are you holding the camera? Wouldn’t that be heavy?”

She tried her best to stifle her laugh. She felt bad giggling at him, but she couldn't help it, he was such an old man. 

“Uhh yeah. It's called a selfie. Here, i’ll show you.”

She took her phone out of her back pocket and opened the camera app. She held the phone up and moved closer to him in order to fit them both into the small frame. She blushed as she felt his hand snake around her waist. 

“Smile,” she told him 

With a *click* she had taken the picture. She brought the phone down to inspect the selfie to her liking. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sousa do the same. Again, her face filled with heat as she felt how close he was. His hand was still around her waist.

“We look-,” he hesitated to find the right word, “we look good.” and a pause,

“You look good”.

She blushed. Hard. 

“Thanks”, she said, smiling up at him. Their faces were once again close to each other, and the spot where his hand reached touched a bit of skin on her waist seemed to be on fire. Again, they leaned closer. She wanted to kiss him so bad she could scream-

“Hey guys were about to- ohhh what's going on in here!?” Came a British voice from the door. Simmons. 

Sousa quickly ducked his head to hide his smile. Daisy turned to face her, embarrassment written all over her face. But she was smiling. 

“Yea uhh. We’re about ready.” she said as she busied herself finding her necklace on the table next to the picture she had just put down. 

Simmons backed out of the door to leave, sharing a smile with Sousa. He was also obviously a little embarrassed, but a quick wink from the doctor reassured him. 

He smiled at the floor. He was glad he had found some friends in this weird place. Plus he had met Daisy, which was obviously going well- 

“Do you think you could help me put this on?” Daisy asked him. 

“Course.” he answered. 

Even when their hands touched when slipping the necklace between them Daisy’s stomach flipped flopped. She turned around and moved her long hair out of the way. 

He clasped the necklace around her neck. 

She hurried herself with getting her shoes on, and Sousa struggled to put what he wanted to say to her in words. It took Daisy to get to her second shoe (white nike air forces, very practical) until he spoke. 

“I know you've been hurt and i- i just wanted to let you know that i'm here for you. To talk i mean.” he mustered out. 

She paused, still looking at her shoelace. Shit he thought. He had gone too far. Too fast. Too fast. 

She finally looked up at him. God why was it so hard to read her facial expression. He had overstepped, he felt it- 

She smiled. It was faint. But it was there. She stood and brushed herself off, shoelace forgotten. She paused before starting. 

“Yeah its- its been a hard run these last couple of years. I've lost-” she paused to catch her breath- “I've lost, i don't even know how many people. People I care about. People i- i love.”

He glanced away at this. Mack had mentioned a boyfriend when they were talking about his own ex, Peggy, the other day. Lincoln, he remembered. 

Before he could say anything else, she took a step closer. But instead of leaning in for a kiss, she put her head on his shoulder. A hug. That she desperately needed. 

He hugged her back and closed his eyes. He desperately needed this. They had both gone through a lot, their hearts were worn. But they had each other, and they were grateful. They stood there for a minute, but it felt like seconds until they were interrupted, again.  

A loud pounding came from the door, making them both jump. 

“Come on guys, no funny business. We need to go soon.” it was Mack. 

Daisy rolled her eyes and she pulled away. They both giggled, and she went to her closet for a purse. 

When she had gotten all her things together, she reached for the door handle. 

“Daisy, wait.” Sousa called after her. 

“Yeah?” she turned to smile at him.

“Uhh. your shoes untied” he smiled down at it. 

“Oh! Thanks.” she laughed in embarrassment. 

She swooped down to tie her shoe, and when she straightened up, he was standing closer then he was before.

Without a word, they leaned in to kiss. 

Their lips met softly, and she hardened it by leaning in. 

She got lost in his lips, his touch. She closed her eyes and forgot about the world, the dinner, mack and simm- shit. The dinner. 

She reluctantly pulled away. 

“That was nice,” she said, her eyes still closed, “but we need to go.”

“Right.” 

They walked out of her room, hand in hand. Both with a giddy smile on their faces.