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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen fanfic #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #fluff #ask game

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violetsandshrikes · 2 years

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my fave kiwi misconception is people think they’re soft and squishy. that round body is pretty much solid muscle. their feathers are also pretty atypical and hard to explain…almost bristly?

#muscle is mainly leg as well they’re ripped #they’re literally the body builders of birds #and also pretty fucking heavy #katie rambles

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peapod20001 · 4 months

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✨🍀 🧠 ❤️ for Goose :3

I actually got the name “Goose” with some help from @hisfavoritedarkangel like 3 years ago :3 (the reason they were searching up kiwis is cus his daughter, Kibi, is based on a kiwi lol)

The original inspiration for Goose is that Kibi needed a dad lmao! I made her first and Goose, along with the other fruit dads, followed their daughters some months after they were made :3

My favorite thing about Goose is just how fuckin GOOFY he is!! Look at him!! He’s squishy!! His body is so gangly!! He has rag doll physics!!! I fucking LOVE him!!!

One of his best moments was finding out he was going to be a dad <3 he loves his baby girl a whole lot

#pea art #oc Goose #ask #digital art #about my ocs #my art #my ocs #ocs #oc #my oc #my characters #original character #original characters

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luckyqueenreign · 2 years

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The Story of Us - is a four-part series that will delve into MC (Gemma) and Suresh's relationship pre-villa.

If you missed click here to read Part One + Part Two

PART THREE: The End

"And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands"

Tag List: @squishy-noodles @hi-im-karla @kunepie @brasister @kvngdomheartz @whati390 @smexilexi420 @viperidae94 @misterytull @theesocialintrovert @kiwi-tai @future-mrs-suresh @ordoesshemouthfuckyouforever @kikithegr8 @fujihime-litg @0shewrites0 @abecerra611 @kimberlae @roundbrownlover @novelcurrentmodern @paleslutz-blog

NC-17 🥵🌶

I had to call on the queen of sadness @katsie to help me with some of the sad bits, so if it's extra sad - blame her! @0shewrites0 thank you so much for your help too!! You are both angels and Part Three is so much better bc of your help 💖

Is it possible for guilt to eat you alive? Would it be slow and painful or quick and painless? Seems like slow and painful is the only way I know.

Gemma’s infectious laugh pierced through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. Suresh looked up to see the waiter joking with her, while he pretended to be engrossed by his menu. He was a corporate lawyer, but somehow could no longer read. All of the words on his menu, jumbled together into a mess on the page.

Cheater. Cheater. Cheater.

The singular, painful, horrible word echoed in his mind. It had been a week since he had done the unthinkable. A week since “the incident”. As much as it killed him to hide this secret from her, he knew he couldn’t tell her what happened that fateful night. She meant too much to him to blow it all away on one mistake that he would never make again. With each day that passed, the decision on whether to tell Gemma weighed heavier and the secret seemed to hang like a dark cloud over him. He grew more and more worried that she would somehow find out. But he tried to push back those negative thoughts, especially when his Gemma was back.

“Have you decided to tell her you cheated tonight?” the waiter asked Suresh with a smile.

Suresh’s entire body tensed and he stopped breathing.

“Excuse me?” Suresh choked, looking at him incredulously.

“Have you decided on what you’re eating tonight, sir?” the waiter asked again.

Fuck, of course he didn’t ask if I was going to tell Gemma about the cheating. How could he possibly even know?

“The steak frites look good, thanks,” he said, handing him the menu.

“Resh, you ok?” Gemma asked when the waiter walked away.

Nope. Absolutely not ok. Not even close. Because I’m so terribly close to losing you.

“Yes, Gem. Just got assigned this really tough case at work this week,” he said, then reached out and took her hand. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

Fake it Suresh. Fake it till you make it. If Gemma suspects something is wrong she’ll start asking questions and you know you won’t be able to lie directly to her face. You can’t tell her. You have to stay strong. For her.

“You look stunning tonight, you know?” he said, smiling at her.

Suresh couldn’t help but stare at Gemma. She looked radiant tonight, she positively sparkled.

“Thank you, babe,” she blushed. The crimson hue on her cheeks bore the same color as the scarlet letter etched on his heart.

“I think I have an idea on how we can get your mind off work tonight,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Under the table he could hear Gemma’s shoe drop to the floor and she started to tease Suresh moving her way up his leg. Slowly caressing him, continually moving upwards finally landing on her desired target, his crotch. She gently stroked it, feeling it harden underneath her.

“Gem…” he said, his breath hitching.

She responded with a devilish smirk on her face. “Resh…”

“Wha- What are you doing?”

“Just having a little bit of fun. Is it helping you forget your work problems?”

“Yes, babe. You’re the best distraction.”

And he decided right then and there to push the nagging voice to the back of his mind, to ignore the guilt and instead focus on Gemma. Because he had his Gemma back and he wasn’t going to waste anymore time dwelling on the horrible thing he’d done.

“Let’s go home,” she said.

Suresh smiled and flagged the waiter over.

In the car park they found it difficult to keep their hands off one another. Suresh leaned in close to her, his tongue dipped between the seam of her lips as they parted to let him enter. They lost themselves in the kiss and he pulled her body closer to his, pressing his erection into her thigh.

Gemma’s phone started to vibrate non-stop in her bag and she pulled away from the kiss, gasping.

She looked down at her phone screen. “Shit, it’s my boss!” She took a deep breath to try and steady her breathing, calming her pounding heart.

“Hey Fran!” Gemma’s voice was unnaturally chirpy as she answered her boss. Suresh started dotting her neck in kisses, occasionally sucking hard, then swirling his tongue over the soon-to-be bruise.

“The marketing deck? Yes I sent it over on Monday morning…” she said, angling her neck, giving Suresh more room to ravish her neck. “Yes, I can resend it.” She suppressed a moan. “I’m not home but I’ll be home in 10 minutes or so.” Her boss cut the line, and Gemma rolled her eyes as she hung up.

“Damn, do you need to go home? I was hoping we could go back to my place tonight,” he sighed.

“I don’t need to go home babe, I just need to get on your laptop.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. “ I already sent her the file earlier in the week, I’ll just log onto my emails and resend it to her.”

“Amazing.” He gave her a searing kiss. “ Let’s go home then,” he said, as he opened the car door.

“You drive,” she said, tossing him her car keys.

When they arrived back at his apartment, Suresh ran around the length of his car to open the door for Gemma, picking up exactly where they left off in the restaurant’s car park. He closed the distance between them, crashing his lips onto her.

She giggled as she shimmied away from him, watching his disappointed expression.

“We’re going inside first.”

There was a dark glint in his eye. “That didn’t seem to bother you when we were in Sicily.” Gemma blushed at the memory, making Suresh’s grin widen. “I recall you liking that very much.” He reached for her again, but she stepped back. “This is different. This is Edinburgh. Where we live. People we know could see us.”

He winked. “That just makes it more fun.”

“Okay, you have got to calm down,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside towards the elevator. He clicked his tongue and pulled her towards the stairs instead. Gemma pouted. “But my feet hurt,” she said.

Suresh grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. She instantly hooked her legs around his waist.

“Better?” He asked. She answered him with a searing kiss. Suresh stumbled on the first few steps, grabbing the banister to catch himself.

“Careful,” Gemma cooed. “Or we’ll end up in the hospital instead.”

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a hospital,” he said. She could feel his erection now, and she pressed her hips into him, making him gasp and stop momentarily. She stared down at him through her lashes.

God she’s beautiful, he thought, nearly doing two steps at a time now.

“You are going to hurt yourself,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.

“The faster I get you upstairs, the faster I can ravish you,” he said, his voice gruff.

“Then we should hurry,” she purred and leaned down to pepper his neck with kisses. He groaned at the feeling, then pressed her up against the wall next to his door. He fished out his key from his back pocket, unlocked the door and slammed it behind them the second they stepped inside. He pressed her up the wall again, giving her an onslaught of kisses and unzipped her silky, mini dress, sliding it off her body. His fingers greedily roamed her body ready to devour her.

“Babe…Laptop and then you can ravish me all you want,” she purred.

“Fuck. OK…”

He led her to the office and opened up his MacBook Pro, entering his password. The background a picture of the two of them on their trip to Italy a few months back, he noticed Gemma smiling fondly at the picture before opening the internet browser and logging into her email account. He quickly undressed as she bent over the laptop, clicking a few key words into the search bar. It only took her a few minutes to find the marketing deck and she started to draft a new email to send to her boss.

Suresh made his way over to her and continued kissing Gemma’s neck and letting his hands roam her body.

Swoosh.

The familiar email sound indicating her email had been sent. Her job was now done and she was now his.

Ping.

A text message popped up on the screen. Both he and Gemma could see that it was his coworker Simon, who also was dating Gemma’s best friend, Chloe.

Simon: Resh, have you looked at the Thomas file yet? I sent it to you an hour ago…

“Do you need to get th -”

Before she could finish her thought, Suresh’s lips were on hers. His tongue reached deeper into her mouth and hers into his, hungrily searching for one another, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed her body. There was an urgency to the kiss that neither had experienced before that bordered on violence. She raked her fingernails over the sculpted ridges of his washboard abs as she made her way down to his dick, twitching at her touch. Suresh squeezed her ass pulling her closer to him, lifting her in his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her to the bedroom.

“Resh! I can walk!”

He softly chuckled into her neck, “Nope, you said your feet hurt.”

In the bedroom, Suresh lowered Gemma onto the bed, climbing on top of her, caging her under his muscled frame. His dick pressed into her stomach, as he claimed her lips with a tongue thrusting kiss, while his hands scooped up her perky, needy breasts. He lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking, causing her entire body to come alive as she moaned softly against his touch. His hands gently traveled south, down her taut stomach and between her legs, releasing a delicious moan from her lips.

“Gem, you’re so wet…” he growled, as he slid two fingers into her wet folds.

Arching her back into him, he pumped his fingers back and forth in a steady motion, curling them inside of her.

“Fuck, Resh…”

He looked up at her with a devilish grin, circled her aching clit with his thumb and continued to pump two curled fingers inside as she gasped. He continued a steady pace as he felt her getting closer and closer to release.

“Resh…I’m c-” Gemma moaned in ecstasy as her body collapsed underneath him. Suresh didn’t give her a second to recover before his tongue was devouring her overly sensitive clit. Licking, sucking, and swirling her swollen throbbing nub. Gemma lost all control as he continued to go deeper, pushing her further into another climax. Tasting her as she screamed his name at the top her lungs and her legs quivered and shuddered underneath him as her orgasm washed over her in an intense wave.

Gemma tried to catch her breath as he slowly made his way up her body, trailing her stomach, breasts, and neck with soft kisses.

He brought his lips to her ear, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, “are you ready for round three?” He grazed his teeth against her earlobe as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Yes baby, please I need you,” she whimpered.

He cupped her ass, lifting her up slightly as he filled her up in one swift motion.

Gemma snapped her head back and moaned as Suresh thrust into her harder and faster.

She dug her fingers into his back as he continued to thrust, hitting her most sensitive spot.

“Babe…fuck…”

Her walls clamped around him and he could feel her nearing her orgasm with every new plunge. Suresh gazed into Gemma’s eyes, and was met with a look of pure unbridled love, desire and heat. He quickened his pace and Gemma matched his thrust underneath, her legs gripping tight around his waist until they both released at the exact same time, his body shuddering against her as his lips reached down to devour hers, desperately.

He wrapped his muscular arms tight around her, giving her a light kiss on her forehead.

“Let me get a towel to get you cleaned up,” he said.

Gemma smiled up at him, “what an absolute gent, thank you babe.”

Suresh smiled, got up from the bed and started to head into the bathroom when he heard a text ping, coming from his cell phone.

Ping.

“Babe, will you check that for me? I bet it’s Simon again about that damn Thomas file.”

“Sure, babe.”

Gemma reached over to Suresh’s side of the bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.

She entered in his code, and opened his unread messages. It was an unknown sender. When he walked back in the room, the whole mood had shifted and the silence in the room was deafening. She was staring at his phone confused with tears welling in her eyes. He could see her body stiffen and her breathing was off.

Ping.

Gemma looked down at the phone in her hands again in disbelief. “What the fuck is this, Suresh?” She held up the phone screen facing him.

“Hey it’s Gabi…Thinking about coming to the bar tonight? Would love u inside me again.”

And then she scrolled down to a picture Gabi took of them together, her head nestled in his neck so you couldn’t see her face, her turtle tattoo taunting him.

Tears rushed to her eyes. “You’re cheating on me?”

“Gem, please, it’s not how it looks. It was just one time.” He heard how weak his excuse was the moment he said it.

“As if that’s better?!” she spat. “As if one time doesn’t matter? Suresh, you slept with someone else. It’s exactly how it looks!”

“Gem, please, just let me explain…I was so incredibly drunk after that fight we had…”

“The one last week? You can’t be serious,” she growled. “I just…I just don’t understand... I don’t understand how you could do this to me, to us!”

“Gemma, I never wanted it to happen. I was so upset and drunk and it’s never going to happen again. I’m sorry, Gemma, please forgive me,” he cried.

“Forgive you? Fuck you, Suresh!” She wrapped the duvet around her small frame as she got up from the bed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with him seeing her naked. “You’ve had multiple chances to be honest with me. And you’ve just been lying and hiding things from me. You slept with another woman after one fight - one fight - and you couldn’t keep it in your pants''. She laughed, but there was no humor in it, only disbelief and sadness. “I know that I pushed you away after my parents’ separation, and I am sorry for that, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to go fuck someone else. We’re done, we-we’re fucking through.” She picked up her underwear from the floor and pushed past him into the living room to gather the rest of her clothes.

“Gemma, no, please! It was one time, I love you so much Gemma, please don’t leave me.”

Gemma spun around and glared at him. “This is not what love is,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Gemma, please, I’m so sorry.” He reached out to touch her but she stumbled back to avoid him.

“I hate you,” she sneered. “I hate you. I can’t believe you’d do that to me! I thought we’d…” She choked on her words, squeezed her eyes shut. Then she opened her eyes and stared at him, unable to hide the heartbreak. “Clearly I should have listened to literally everyone when they told me I shouldn’t trust you. They said you’d be the biggest mistake of my life. They were right.”

“No, Gemma, please.” He jumped from one leg to another, trying to pull on his pants as fast as he could as he watched her hurry towards the door. He grabbed his shirt from the sofa and barely let himself pull it on as he ran after her. “Gemma!”

Gemma held her head high despite the tears washing down her face, smudging her make-up further. She heard him follow her, then shout, “I love you!”

She whipped around, almost shaking with rage. “Don’t you dare!”

“I love you so much,” he choked, his eyes welling up with tears. She let him approach her, whimpered when he reached out and brushed his fingers along her arm. “Gemma, please talk to me.”

“All I ever did was love you, Suresh,” she whispered with tears streaming down her face.

“I know. And I love you so much. You’re the only one for me,” he pleaded with her, tears running down his own face.

“I love you, too,” she said. “But it doesn’t even matter anymore. I no longer trust you.”

She turned from him and ran down the stairs, not bothering to turn around and look at him. It wouldn’t change anything. Their relationship was irrevocably broken, and he was to blame.

#litg ex in the villa #litg mc #litg s5 #litg suresh #litg ff #litg fanfiction #litg eitv #litg #litg fanfic #smut fic #litg fic #love island the game #love island game #exinthevilla #ex in the villa #love island the game: ex in the villa

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ask-majoko-and-pals · 25 days

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It's Rye time

Let's get this bread

Atrocity Sandwich of the week: Avocado, kiwi, and rice with ketchup and olive oil. The texture alone is terrible, and I can't believe anyone is eating these.

5: school rolls, whole wheat. The basic. 5/10

4: Strawberry and whipped cream bread cake(?) I heard it was popular in Sinnoh, so I tried making one myself. I can see why people would like it, but it's too squishy for me. (Or maybe I didn't make it right.) 7.5/10.

3: Dante's Pepper bread. I'm not sure where he got the recipe, but it's probably a basic pull-apart bread recipe he mixed some thinly sliced bell peppers into. It was surprisingly good! 8/10.

2: Toast that was 8 bucks. Look, I know I should be mad. Toast shouldn't be 8 dollars. But it was Hot and Fresh and Crispy and it was beautifully paired with TWO different butters and dragon fruit jam. 9/10

1: Sourdough Rye. 10/10, although I was worried how it would turn out considering someone fed my yeast two cups of sugar.

#Rye's Bread #rotomblr #pokemon trainer oc #ask blog #oc ask blog #pokemon oc #oc #pokemon original character #original character #trainer oc

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tizniz · 3 months

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Favourite fruit and one you despise?

Favourite fruit: Strawberries and cantaloupe. Literally bought both today ✌🏼 Also blackberries, but only the one's we used to pick from Wally's farm that I no longer have access too.

One I despise? There's so many I haven't tried, but immediate thought is kiwi? Also, squishy grapes. Love grapes but they need to be FIRM. Squishy ones make me gag.

come fill my ask box with q's or confessions -- anon or not!

#tanis answers #daffi-990

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fujihime-litg · 2 years

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Favorite 9 TV Shows as GIF 📺

Thank you for tagging me @mrs-youcef @future-mrs-suresh @kunepie love lots! This is fun to do!

1.) Stranger Things

2.) Catherine the Great (2019)

3.) Doctor X

4.) Hana Yori Dango

5.) One Piece

6.) Bridgerton

7.) The Good Doctor

8.) Naruto

9.) You

Tagging: @sophie260896 @wardingoffevil @squishy-noodles @litg-burnbook @ariendiel @csmicletters @smexilexi420 @mrlevienjoyer @kiwi-tai @elliesmith33 @luckyqueenreign @nour01hasan @ivory-woods @vulnerabledime @shanaywright @willkimura @0shewrites0 @calla-lilly @mercedesdecorazon @oliversfavorite @i-boop-you-main @noahsthottie @caitkaminski @iamgaryrennells @whatisreggieshortfor @justtuesdays @baitsandswitch @stuck-on-boops @stylesminter @shira000 and anyone else who wants to do this

#mutuals #tag game #favorite shows #personal

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snazzyladreal · 9 months

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Alright, lore dump about Kirby OCs

Specifically about these two

Alright this is long, so get a snack

So hundreds and thousands years ago, there was an artist who was also a mage. She was a refugee from an unknown threat that destroyed her original planet. She ended up on a dying planet, with other refugees.

They made several art projects, most of which are lost to time, but the most remarkable creations are from the end of her life. Being crippled by a disease, their largest project came from her wondering what would happen if beings based off pure emotion existed.

This lead her to creating a rainbow of what she called ‘Spectors’, each based off a major emotion and the feelings associated with them. Using items such as clay, lava, plants, and a beautiful type of crystal in the mines that were all over the small planet.

Purple was made of crystal, representing trust and reliability. Made to look like a simple orb on two stick legs(cough, possibly a kiwi bird), it was given a small crown and nicknamed ‘Kudros’

Dark Blue was made of a clay that never fully hardened, representing knowledge and seriousness. A golem body that moved on strange squishy limbs, it was nicknamed ‘Sapio’

Light Blue was made out of a bundle of sticks and feathers, representing trustworthiness and imagination. With 4 wings and a protective colorful helmet, it was nicknamed ‘Imagal

Green was made out of rocks and moss, with a water wheel for a heart, representing nature, peace, and security. With thundering steps and long locks of flowers, it was nicknamed ‘Portasnorm’

Yellow was made of fresh flowers and hay, representing happiness and hope. With skipping steps and nearly dancing gait, it was nicknamed ‘Optimim’

Orange was made of metal rods and blocks of cement, representing optimism and confidence. With clunking steps and a somewhat graceful movement, it was nicknamed ‘Elan’

Red was made from clay and hot coals, representing courage and to a lesser degree, anger. The closest thing to a somewhat human form, it was nicknamed ‘Valout’

Pink was made from unknown materials, representing love and passion. With small feathered wings and standing on 4 arms, it was nicknamed ‘Cupio’

When she was done with all of the Spectors, she named them all and showed them the purpose of their nature, but this time was cut short. In an shift of the ground that took out all the other sources of life on the planet, the artist panicked and sent all of the spectors into different ships and launched them across the universe, hoping they would all make it.

Although she thought she would’ve died soon after, a month later the artist remained. In her loneliness and in her thoughts, she finally saw how making the spectors could go terribly wrong. So, although she was crippled and weak, she gathered as much of the planet’s crystal as she could, and started making a knight.

She had heard stories of heroes from the other side of the universe, fighting back to protect the weak from the horrors out there. She wanted a hero to keep her safe for her final days, so she carved, polished, and enchanted the crystal, creating a knight who was given life with the power of the stars themselves. Starite Knight.

The artist took the knight and showed them the planet, which was dry and brittle. She told stories of the flowers and forests and the life that populated the universe. She gave it targets to practice using its weapons, ready to protect all who need it. And on her last day, the artist showed the knight the power of love by letting it hold her as she cried.

After the artist’s death, Starite used their small staff to return flowers to the planet, using them to seal the house of the artist shut forever. And the it launched itself into space, carrying out the mission and wish of it’s creator.

Most of Starite’s journey is unknown, but their most notable event is gifting Ripple Star its crystal. After fending off an attack from Dark Matter sometime inbetween the sealing of the Aeon Knight and the many series of events focused around Planet Popstar, Starite banished Dark Matter from taking over the galaxy. After the fight, the fairies who had recently become the dominant species on the planet Ripple Star, celebrated the victory. During this time, Starite Knight gifted a crystal to the planet to help keep the galaxy safe, as well as help make a crown for the known infamous Fairy Queen Ripple.

Several years ago, Starite Knight was cracked in battle. They continued fighting until it won, but their injuries weren’t easy to fix. Using their staff, they disguised themselves as a star so they could rest and heal. They remained this way, until Cupio made itself known again.

#kirby ocs #oc lore #lore dump #my art

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