(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight seated on a cluster of tall, cracked, geometric stone pillars, framed at an angle with crescent-moon-like rock formations rising behind him as well as a starry sky backdrop. He leers down at the viewer through the cross visor of his mask, his feet crossed and his wings spread majestically, his head resting in one hand, the other held out to lazily nudge the end of his lance, which stands pierced through another pillar below him, his shield similarly embedded in a third pillar beside it. Behind his horns shines a brilliant halo of glowing pink Heart Spears, the pale light that radiates from it erupting in rings of soft flares and leaving all surfaces rimmed with sparkles, as beautiful as it is ominous. END ID.)
yeah i'm a bit dangerous, even i can't handle myself
don't worry, my hands are warm only for you
if perhaps i'm ruining you, would you forgive me
because you can't live without me & i know it all
[ cr: namuspromised ]
Buck: *Having 'Sad Hoodie Hours™️' at Maddie's house*
Maddie: *Handing him a mug of hot chocolate* Okay, spill. Why do you have that "My goldfish ran away from home" face on?
Buck: Me and Tommy have been on opposite shifts for like 3 weeks now. I just miss him and I'm trying to not act out about it. I actually considered driving to the LAFD Air Base and starting a trashcan fire in the parking lot. It's either that or sending him notes made with letters cut out of old magazines.
Maddie: You know, I’ve got a whole box of old positive pregnancy tests in my bathroom cabinet. If we hurry, we could get to FedEx before closing and have him in a panic by noon tomorrow.
God forbid anyone talks down to you or dares expell a derogatory utterance while you're at the gym trying to better yourself.
Gym Rat Soap has had his eyes on you for weeks. And while you've only conversed in quiet pleasantries and random prolonged stares, he's all but completely latched himself onto you.
So, while you're trying to reach your gains by taking out your frustrations on the nearest punching bag, Soap's out with the low life who had the gall to call you 'unfit for this establishment' and refer to you as anything less than perfect. Silencing his gargled growls with a thunderous swing of his fist and dislodging another set of teeth from his worthless little mouth.
Because no one talks down to his bonnie. Even if you don't know your his yet.