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#I might make a part 2 to this idk
girlatrocity · 24 days
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kill to save
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helielune · 2 months
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people come and people go, but i stay (ghostride)
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all-too-unwell-13 · 2 months
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because it is physically impossible for me to shut up ...
here are some taylor swift songs that remind me of pjo/riordanverse ships and characters!!!
'you are in love' - percabeth my loves
'peace' - percabeth (from percy's pov)
'say don't go' - perachel (no i don't ship this but THIS FROM RACHEL'S POV IM NOT OK)
'clean' and 'all you had to do was stay' - annabeth to luke after his betrayal (ayhtws in a platonic brother/sister way)
'i think he knows' - percabeth
'the 1' - percy & rachel (from rachel's pov)
'tis the damn season' - jason & piper (piper's pov after the breakup)
'begin again' - percabeth (from annabeth's pov!!!! also frazel??)
'this is me trying' - nico di angelo my beloved
'mad woman' - reyna avila ramirez arellano & alex fierro
'would've could've should've' - annabeth after luke's betrayal </3
'mine' - fierrochase (from alex's pov) <3<3<3
'hey stephen' - fierrochase (from magnus' pov)
'it's time to go' - jason's death (+ the jasper breakup??)
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yeraskier · 2 years
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There's something almost calming about watching Jaskier when he orgasms. It's always so loud, and intense, and powerful; it leaves no room for anything else.
It's as if his body is absorbing every bit of chaos that surrounds him until he can't take it anymore, and then he simply... releases.
Geralt's had the pleasure of experiencing it many, many times now, and it always has the same impact on him, if not stronger each time. It's addictive, makes him wish that he could spend all of his days, every day, his only purpose in life being to bring Jaskier to orgasm.
And it's possibly making the person in the room next to them homicidal because this would be the seventh time tonight that they’ve banged on the wall, and shouted insults at Geralt and Jaskier for being too loud.
Jaskier’s chuckle turns into a gasp when Geralt slips out of him— the slide slippery, the sound lewd.
Geralt grunts as his body hits the mattress, finding that he's aching in the way he always does after several rounds with the bard. Very few people can tire him out, but it is no surprise that Jaskier manages to be on that short list.
"Outstanding as always, dear witcher."
"Hm."
"And verbal as ever," Jaskier teases as he sits up. "Your ability to be so nonchalant and quiet after sex with me is becoming quite offensive, I must say."
"This is how I normally am."
"You had a lot to say an hour ago when I had my lips wrapped around your cock."
Geralt shrugs, "I was inspired."
Jaskier rolls his eyes, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes as he sits up and begins searching for his pants.
Geralt admires his back (and his backside) as he moves, eyes trailing over the—
Wait…
Wait.
Geralt doesn't panic, okay? Living the life he lives, he doesn't have that privilege, but right now, laying in this bed as he watches Jaskier get ready to leave— fuck, he might be panicking.
Because Jaskier never leaves after sex, not since after the first few times, at least. And yes, he isn't necessarily obligated to stay, but he always does, and so does Geralt, and now he isn't.
Why?
Why is Jaskier not talking him into cuddling right now?
Why is Jaskier not attempting to get him into the now-cold bath in the corner of the room?
Why is Jaskier not going on one of his very detailed post-sex rants that Geralt pretends to despise, even though they both know he gets invested each time?
Why is Jaskier not falling asleep right now? Hogging up all the bed space and stealing the blanket while using Geralt's chest as a pillow?
Geralt remains as still as possible, barely twitching out of place as Jaskier pulls on his doublet. He may not feel normal about this, but he can sure as shit act normal, even if it isn't normal.
"Alright, darling, I'm going to go fetch us some water. Be back before you can miss my presence too much," the bard announces, throwing a wink over his shoulder before practically skipping out the door.
The words settle him, but only for a few moments before he's ready to panic over something completely different because why did he care so much about Jaskier possibly leaving?
Sure, Geralt has become almost as fond of the after-sex things as he is of the sex-sex things, but he doesn't need them. He won't break down into tears without them.
Except...
That's sort of exactly what he was ready to do just now.
Okay, maybe Geralt wouldn’t have cried, but he definitely would’ve bothered… upset, even.
And he knows this because even with the knowledge that Jaskier is coming back, even knowing that Jaskier only left so he could make sure they both stay hydrated, Geralt is, in this very moment, bothered.
Which isn’t good. At all.
Because the last time he got bothered by someone leaving, it was Yennefer. And he was only bothered because.
Well.
But that wouldn’t make sense, would it? Because Jaskier leaves all the time. He leaves Jaskier all the time. They part for months on end, and Geralt lives.
So what if Geralt has begun to notice that it gets a little harder to willingly go every time they part ways?
So what if his mood during the months where Jaskier isn’t around is shittier than usual?
So what if his mood when Jaskier is around is better than usual?
That doesn’t mean anything. Sex puts most men in better moods, that doesn’t mean he’s in love with the bard.
Not that feelings would mean love. Because a little crush doesn’t equate to love.
Not that Geralt has a little crush, or any crush of any sort. Because he doesn’t. Because he can’t.
Because what they have now, friendship and lust and comfort, is the best thing that has happened to him in a while, and he will not ruin that over catching feelings, of all things.
He doesn’t have feelings for Jaskier, so he can’t ruin anything.
“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” he says aloud, into the empty room, but the words feel heavy on his tongue.
I can’t have feelings for Jaskier.
“I don’t have feelings for Jaskier,” Geralt says again, but this time, it comes out as a growl.
Please, don’t let me have feelings for Jaskier.
“I do not have feelings for Jask—”
The door opens, and Jaskier walks in with a wide smile, and that spark of electricity that follows the bard wherever he goes bursts in behind him.
Jaskier takes easy steps towards the bed, and it’s like he’s moving in slow motion.
Geralt desperately wants to run. He doesn’t.
He remains still as Jaskier sets down the pitcher of water, and the cup in hand, and fills it up to the brim before turning to Geralt with a disarming gaze.
The rim of the glass in Jaskier’s hand is pressed to Geralt’s lips, and the witcher takes in the sight before him.
Those wide blue eyes, and that disheveled hair, and those pouty lips— he realizes that he could probably draw every single feature of this man’s face perfectly without even looking, and he’s never drawn a day in his life.
I can’t.
“Well?” Jaskier says, “drink up.”
Geralt parts his lips, and Jaskier’s eyes drop, and Geralt’s heart thuds so loud, it seems to echo throughout his entire body, and Jaskier smiles wide, as if he heard it.
I do.
Fuck.
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alicentsultana · 1 month
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And now, an excerpt of Death Suits You, my new alicole fic:
"You're the only one I can tell these things to." Alicent confided to him. Criston kissed the palm resting on his cheek. They stayed looking at each other, shamelessly, helplessly. Alicent felt how heavy his gaze was, because he never condemned anything she does, because he looks at her as if she a celestial blessing. It scares her, because she knows how deep his devotion is, she knows the extention of his and her feelings. And if she asks, he will give in. 
She wants him to give in, it's what they deserve.
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scalene-triangles · 25 days
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send help im combining 2 things i like
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Awhile ago I was thinking about how some aspects of the ending of Metal Gear Solid 2 can link up with the ideas and themes of Deltarune, and now I've given the fun squad some mgs2-style designs! Kris is Raiden (makes sense if you've seen the end of mgs2), Susie is Iroquois Pliskin and Solid Snake, Ralsei is Otacon, Noelle is Rosemary
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nuclearanomaly · 4 months
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Granite in my chest--
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taikk0 · 2 years
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middle aged mutant ninja leo loses greasy haired son at a grocery store
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deadanimeboys · 8 months
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Cash Or Card ?
this is dedicated to my bff Sam who has never seen the punisher and does not have a tumblr, he had a very silly idea and I made it happen
summary: He’s a single dad and you’re a retail worker, need i say more?
cw: none
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As Better off Dead blares from the janky store speakers, you stand behind the counter, folding shirts and tagging merchandise. It’s a busy day today, the stream of teens never ending as you stare at the entrance of your store. You watch the people that walk into your Hot Topic, trying not to lose your mind. Twenty minutes left. That’s all you have to work. Kellin still sings and you swear the song is ten times slower than before.
As you ring out a group of kids a man walks in. He’s tall and muscular, completely out of place with all the emo kids running around. He’s almost scary, the look on his face unreadable. He stands at a display picking up some items and looking at them. Once you’re done with the group of kids you move to greet him, trying to figure out what he’s here for.
You make your way to him, some shirts in hand so it seems like you aren’t just there to bug him. A prayer goes through your head as you wish he isn’t as scary as he seems. You press on, making your way into his line of sight.
“Welcome! Is there anything in particular you’re searching for? Feel free to ask for help.”
He turns to look at you, taking in your outfit and studying your face. His eyes roam over the dozens of pins on your lanyard, reading each and every one. A beat passes as he seems to think for a moment.
“Actually,” he starts, his voice low and gruff. “I was uh… wonderin’ if you guys had any of those… Invader Zim things. My kid loves ‘em.”
His eyes meet yours, he seems to be a little embarrassed. You give him a smile and nod.
Oh! He’s a father! Cute!
“Yeah for sure! We have a wide variety of merchandise, I’ll be happy to show you the section.” You motion for him to follow and stop a few feet away showing him what the store has. His eyes roam over the rack then he turns to you again.
“You think she’d like one of these bracelets?” He asks, picking up one and turning it over in his hand. It’s a cute kandi one, a Gir charm slapped right in the middle.
“Kids love that one,” you reply, trying to focus on the bracelet and not the way he towers over you. He’s close, but you can’t seem to avoid that, it’s Hot Topic after all, there’s like no space anywhere. You clear your throat and nod. “Yeah she’s gonna love it. Besides I think as long as it’s from her dad she’ll love anything you get her.”
That earns you a small chuckle from him as he closes his hand around the bracelet.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks.”
“Want me to ring you up?”
“Nah. I wanna keep lookin’ for a bit. See if there’s something for my boy.”
This time you chuckle. “Ah right. Can’t get one kid a gift without getting the other something.”
“Yeah.” He looks at you for a moment. “You got kids?”
“Nah. Just siblings. Two younger ones. They would fight all the time if one of them got something and the other didn’t. I just started bringing the same thing home for both of them. Less arguing, you know?”
The man smiles, nodding his head. “What can you do, huh?”
He then thanks you for your help and moves deeper into the store, towards the band section. You watch as he goes, feeling a faint blush make its way onto your face. You quickly shake your head, trying to focus back on the shirts in your arms. You turn to restock the section you’re in, folding them neatly and tucking them away.
Five minutes left. Now Dance, Dance blares through the speakers, and you’re behind the register again. As the line starts to clear up, you see the man you helped waiting, glancing at the impulse section.
He picks up a few stickers and you can’t help but smile as he studies them, clearly not getting some of the jokes that were written. His brows are furrowed and he turns it over as if that would help. He puts it back as you finish ringing out a mother and her kids, stuffing their plushies into a black bag.
As she walks away, he steps up and sets the bracelet down on the counter, along with a t-shirt he seemed to find. Before you can say anything, he speaks first, meeting your eyes as he does.
“You were very helpful today. Felt like an idiot when I walked in, y’know? My kids usually come in here and I let ‘em drag me around,” he says with a low laugh.
You smile as you scan his items, making sure everything goes through. “You did great. I’m sure your kids are gonna love this.”
“Thanks…”
“You got a number with us? It gets you some points.” You don’t bother doing the whole spiel, focused on the way he seems to shift his weight as he pulls out his wallet. His hands are nice, you think to yourself as he opens it up.
“Yeah probably. I think Lisa signed me up when she had me buy her that Hello Kitty crap. Uhhh…”
He lists off his number and you type it in.
“Frank Castle?”
“Yeah. Yeah that’s me.”
Frank looks at you and you motion to the card reader. As you finish the transaction, you bag his things, handing it to him. Your fingers brush his and you can feel the heat returning to your face. It’s not noticeable thank god, since the light is a little dim. You don’t know how embarrassing it would be if he noticed.
Frank takes the bag and you hand him his receipt with a smile.
“It was nice meeting you,” Frank says, “You were a great help.”
“It’s my job! Happy to help,” you reply, your voice coming out a little softer than usual.
Just like that he’s gone, a total stranger once more as he leaves. The clock hits 2:00pm. Your shift is over and it’s time to clock out.
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mystery-star · 11 months
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Russell Crowe as Jack Aubrey in Master and Commander (2003)
Prompt: Jack Aubrey + Outfits (for @thekenobee)
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Vampire megabee au
1- bee is a purebred vampire from an old family roughly in his mid twenties.
2- Megatron was turned in his early thirties and he's been a vamp for around half a century.
3- bee runs a cozy ass inn in a small town which is set up to keep all natural light out.
4- he just claims it's part of the aesthetic which given the place is entirely lit by oil lamps (to make it easy on his eyes) and decorated like an old money mansion most people just accept it and move on.
5- megs is the leader of clan of monsters that spans the country. Everything from werewolves, to cyclops, to other vampires.
6- megs runs a string of hotels/casinos which he started up with money he stole from his sires (the dude who turned him) clan after killing him and taking in all the others the fucker turned.
7- he tends to travel alot in order to "scout locations" aka check out if an area has any monsters in need of a home or if there's a monster community big enough to set up shop with.
8- one day he checks in at bee's inn for the night while on his way to somewhere else and they clock eachother IMMEDIATELY.
9- megs is thrilled and is immediately respectful and kind to bee since it's considered rude to intrude on another vamps territory.
10- he promises that he's just passing through, asks if bee is part of a clan yet and offers a place in his, and asks about other monsters in the area.
11- bee goes along with it since he's fairly use to this from other younger vamps and declines joining megs clan. It all goes well until megatron brings up hunting.
12- bee doesn't feed off people. He suppresses his vampiric nature with a mix of red meat and blood substitutes, mainly coconut water, in order to keep his hunger at bay despite it leaving him weak.
13- megs doesn't take this well and warns bee of the danger of this decision assuming bee was turned only a year or two ago. Eventually it leads to an argument and megatron storming off.
14- thus begins megatrons crusade of pestering bee to eat right over the course of months, he takes up board with ratchet who's renting out a room im his house for some spare cash.
15- over the months they bond and eventually megs realizes that he is utterly smitten which doubles his drive to get bee eating right.
16- he offers gifts ranging from priceless jewelery that's belonged to vampire nobility for centuries to cupcakes and over time bee starts to reciprocate.
27- it isn't until a particularly nasty argument where megatron reveals that he loves bee which shocks bee Into running off.
28- Afterwards they avoid eachother for weeks until one night when a witch (b.a) sets optimus' home on fire prompting the two vampires to work together to try and capture her.
29- they manage to do so, only thanks to megatrons vampire abilities, and hand her over to the nearest high coven. Afterwards bee finally agrees to a compromise of feeding from megatron in order to be strong enough to protect his friends.
30- and with that they start dating and bee slowly starts introducing non animal blood back into his diet until he's consisting off a mix of megatrons blood and small amounts taken in the night from his guests by way of a syringe.
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“Jack champion headcannons” “Jack champion x reader” EXCUSE YOU? That is a real human being 😐
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jadenightmaresans · 1 year
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Lavender had the chance to meet Anti. She thought he was cool, and DEFINITELY a lot more chill than Bleutooth lol (poor girl is still a little scared from Bleutooth’s encounter-).
Anti’s creator is @a-v-j
Lavender’s creator is me!
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alchemania · 5 months
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Be At Rest (Both Soul and Body)
Furina barely, if ever, caught Wanderer sleeping. He was always on the move, often whizzing by in a blue and white blur - or simply blending in with the crowds in Sumeru, allowing himself to sink into the sea of people around him.
So when she found him resting in the forest with a rather rotund bird on his head, the sight had her speechless for a good few moments. Not wanting to disturb his peace, Furina tiptoed closer and sat next to him as quietly as possible, folding her hands over her lap as she observed the sky- the clouds drifted lazily overhead, and she found herself relaxing, the air calm and warm. Looking back over to her companion, Furina wondered if he was truly sleeping, or just resting. Curious, she lifted a finger and gently poked his cheek, and an indigo eye opened instantly.
"What," he said, voice heavy with weariness.
"Were you sleeping?"
And just like that, the slight irritation she'd come to know shone through in his gaze. "I was TRYING to. Before somebody decided to bother me."
"..ah, sorry. I can lea-"
"I didn't ask you to go," he went on, closing his eye again and shifting so he was on his back. "As long as you stay quiet, it's fine." He folded his hands over his belly then, sighing, and Furina couldn't help but giggle - he looked like a little tired old man, and he acted about as crabby as one sometimes too, honestly. "The hell is so funny?"
"You look like a little old man," the white haired girl grinned, more giggles bubbling out of her, and the offense on Wanderer's face was palpable.
"I do not."
"You act like one, too. Crabby little guy who pretends he doesn't like anyone -"
"I don't pretend not to like people," he countered.
"..okay, but you do care a lot more than you let on."
".. I didn't know this was a character evaluation," Wanderer deadpanned, but the way his voice softened let Furina know she wasn't far off track.
"S'not a bad thing to care, you know."
A pause.
".. I know. A heart is a very heavy burden to carry though, sometimes. Almost too heavy."
"I think that's what makes us human though," the girl replied gently, also shifting so she was laying a few feet away from the young man. "The weight of - feeling, of loving, and holding things dear to us, and hurting when they're gone- that's a part of living."
"..hm."
"And yeah, hearts are a very heavy burden. But you don't have to carry it alone, either. Remember that." Furina looked up to the sky again, folding her hands over her breast, and Wanderer looked to her briefly with an unreadable (but visibly softer) expression before closing his eyes once more. A comfortable silence fell, and the warmth of the sun had Furina taken by slumber before she knew it.
When she woke up, the stars had already started to twinkle in the sky, and the girl sat up, slightly discombobulated. Sniffling, she rubbed at her eyes to wipe away her weariness, and then froze in her tracks when something akin to a sob broke the silence. For a moment, she thought she had imagined it, but then it came again, louder, and she turned to her companion, crawling over on her hands and knees. "Wanderer...?"
He didn't answer, but the tears rolling down his cheeks told her everything she needed to know. "Oh..." Furina's heart clenched, and she gently placed a hand to his back. "Hey ..hey, it's okay, it's just a dream, you're alright." Carefully, she reached out her free hand and patted him gently on the cheek, hoping to rouse him- if he was crying, his nightmare must be something awful. "Come on. Wake up."
Wanderer stirred, but did not wake, and to her shock, he began to mumble in his slumber:
"Please don't leave...don't leave me behind...."
"I'm not going anywhere," Furina assured.
"Mother," Wanderer begged, tears falling faster. "I'll do anything, just don't leave me here alone -"
Oh.
"Wake up," Furina pleaded, shaking him harder, and he did, taking a sharp gasp and settling into raggedly breathing. Wanderer looked around frantically, not quite awake yet, and she took his hand, to ground him. "You're okay. It was just a dream, it's alright -" the young man stiffened once he seemed to realize she was there, freezing up like a startled cat who had just been cornered.
"What - what are you doing here?" he breathed, chest heaving, and she frowned.
"We were just hanging out and I fell asleep and I guess you did too, and when I woke up, you were crying...are you going to be okay?"
"I have no choice," he mumbled, placing an arm over his face, and Furina shook her head, slowly.
"That's not true. It's okay to not be okay."
"Not for me."
"Why not?"
"Because -" he trailed off then, pulling his hand away from the girl, and she let him. ".. because I just - I just have to be. Okay?"
"It doesn't make you weak, you know. Do you think I would be weak if I wasn't okay?"
"..that's different -"
"Why?"
"Because you're human-"
"So what? You think beings that aren't human just have to be these immovable pillars of stability? You feel, just like I do. You have hopes and dreams, and fears, just like I do. You've experienced so many different aspects of life. Maybe- maybe people treated you like you weren't human, but that doesn't mean you aren't, you know. I mean, weren't you saying earlier a heart's a heavy burden? That's part of being human. Sometimes we feel weak and like we're all alone, but - even when we do feel that way, people care."
".. I don't know why they do."
"Do they need a reason to?" Furina challenged gently, tilting her head. "Love never needs a reason. It's just there, regardless of who you are, where you've been, where you're going, what you have done and what you will do. That's what makes it so beautiful. It's always there."
"..then why-"
"??"
"...no, forget about it. I don't want to talk about it."
"Alright. I won't push you."
"Even if you did, I wouldn't talk."
"I know, I just -"
"I understand what you're trying to say," he mumbled, sniffling. "...thanks."
"Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to leave?"
"I- I don't know. I don't know," Wanderer replied, almost inaudibly, and she nodded. And then, all of a sudden, he got up and made his way over to the lake nearby, sitting in the water so he was waist deep. He looked awfully small without his hat, Furina realized. Maybe that was why he wore it all the time.
"Come here," he beckoned, and she stared, in confusion.
"Huh?"
"Come here," he repeated, stronger this time. "You wanted to know how you can help me, right? Come sit. Just- I don't know. I don't want to be alone right now, weird as that is."
"Okay," she nodded, making herself comfortable in the water next to him. Minutes passed with Wanderer sitting rigidly, and then suddenly he hissed, clenching at his chest so hard his hands made wrinkles in the fabric.
"Wh- what's the matter?" Furina cried, eyes wide with alarm, and Wanderer shook his head, eyes glossy.
"Hurts. But it shouldn't, I -"
"Look, I don't know what you saw in your dream, but it's clear it's hurting you more than you want to admit. . will ..will the pain pass?"
"It usually does."
"...is it okay if I hold your hand until then?"
For a long moment, he did not speak, and Furina half expected him to say no. But then he shakily removed one of his hands from his chest and linked it with Furina's gloved one, and she paused. "..wait a moment." The ivory haired girl removed her glove then, holding Wanderer's hand with her bare one. His was cool and very smooth, like porcelain, and hers was warm and soft. The contrast was nice, she mused, noting sadly how her friend's hands trembled.
".. please don't tell anyone about this."
"I won't," Furina smiled. "I got 500 years worth of experience in keeping secrets, so no need to worry~" Wanderer sent her the most withering gaze at that, and she startled. "..what?"
"That's not funny," he mumbled, expression sullen. "Your pain, and everything you went through - you shouldn't make fun of it like that."
"Oh," she replied, heart dropping to her feet in shock. "I was just trying to -"
"I know what you were trying to do. Please don't do it at your expense. It isn't helping anyone feel better."
"..okay."
"Good."
A pause.
".. did I say anything weird? When I was sleeping?"
"..you were calling for your mother."
Wanderer stiffened, pain streaking across his face. ".. I see. Ridiculous of me." Furina did not push, but he looked to her, reading the question in her eyes. "..she hasn't been a part of my life for years now, so there's no reason to feel like this."
"..isn't that all the more reason to miss her? If she hasn't been there?"
"Not if she wasn't a good mother," he muttered, eyes dark. "I don't need her anymore."
"People can hurt you and you can still miss them, Wanderer. Those things don't have to be mutually exclusive. I don't - know what all happened so I'm not saying you need to forgive her or let her back in your life, but it's okay to miss her. It's ..okay to mourn what could have been," Furina ventured, looking to the water. "We were meant to be loved and cared for and when we're not, it- it hurts a lot, and it's not weak to be hurt. It's not weak to feel that hole in your heart."
"..it feels that way."
"..yeah. I understand. But I promise you're not weak."
The moon hung high in the sky before he spoke again. "..if nothing else, my life is my own now."
"That it is. You can do whatever you want with it."
"How do you just - seem to know what to say all the time?"
"I don't always, but... I often just speak from my heart. It's hardly led me astray."
"Hm. ...you should get some sleep."
"Will you be okay?"
".. I don't know," he admitted. "I'm.. getting there, though."
"That's good, that's good."
"I don't think I'll be going back to sleep, so just. Don't bother waiting up for me. I may go for a walk to clear my head."
".. alright. Please be safe."
"There isn't much that can hurt me, but I appreciate the concern."
"I know, but-"
"But you still worry."
"Because I care."
"..mhm."
"That's what friends do."
Wanderer turned his head, almost owlishly. "..what?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Well, no, but- you said -"
"That you're my friend, yes," Furina asserted, and he stared, bewildered. "You're nice to me, and you don't mind- well, who I am, yanno? You gotta keep those people close to you."
".. I guess so. I don't think I'm a very good choice, but- if that's what you want."
"It is."
".... okay."
She wasn't sure, but Furina could have sworn Wanderer was smiling a little when she fell asleep.
..of course, he vehemently denied it the next morning.
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indigodawns · 7 days
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starflungwaddledee · 3 months
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Ok, for an AU I'm cooking up, what if my OC Periwinkle (who is actually a fragment of Void Termina's power with the full extent of their memories and abilities, though they are nice, until you physically smack/smack talk/hurt the feelings her friends out of malice (she's able to sense emotions), then she will not hesitate to bonk you with a live explosive (expert with the Bomb copy ability) and "give you a proper lesson on not hurting my friends".) met your Galacta Knight? How would the situation play out? (Maybe Galacta comes to her universe then destroys her friend's cooking utensils, and she decides to spare the vandal no chill at all.)
hmmm i'm not suuuper comfortable answering questions like this, sorry! especially with folks who i don't know well... i don't really know your oc and i'm also not comfortable just being like "well he k-words (the oc)" to strangers who might not find that fun, yanno?
i think you'd have to characterise him in a way that suited you and your story/oc/au/needs, and then decide from there! like... what you described with the cooking utensils... no, my version of him wouldn't do anything like that haha. so you'd need to make your own charactisation where something like that worked!
i'd enjoy being That Person With The Evil Galacta Knight Characterisation and i'm happy to answer general questions about my personal hcs of him for sure, but i certainly don't have any sort of monopoly on making him nasty. i feel like there's actually a significant amount of evidence in canon itself for him to be Not Nice! so you can of course characterise your own version of him however you like too!!
the galacta knight that i personally headcanon (who is mostly present in awtdy au) is simultaneously chill and unchill. if someone minds their business and doesn't get in his way or interrupt his plans- which revolve around kirby and meta knight in awtdy au- he doesn't really care about them. this is kind of evident in the way he overlooks bandee's potential entirely.
however if they are a threat to him or his plans, he deals with them. he also sometimes takes a sadistic interest in figures he can project the things he hates onto. in our headcanons in particular he has a specific hatred of dark matter and mages, if that works for you and gives you anything to chew on! fwiw in the star allies arc of awtdy void termina is never released, because galacta knight lays eyes on hyness for 0.2 seconds before fileting him like a fish.
he's just not really a hesitater. and that takes most folks- who want to talk, who want to monologue, who maybe have the hope this can be sorted out- by enough surprise that he generally gets in there first.
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