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diovstheworld · 1 year

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Hello again! Happy Valentine’s Day! I loved the headcanons you wrote for me last time (La Squadra with a member who can create anything with their stand), so I hope you don’t mind me sending in another request! May I have La Squadra’s reactions to reader accidentally sending this to them at 3am?:

Thank you so much! xD

hi again! thank you so much for the request! i’ve been struggling for ideas for posts so this request was greatly appreciated! also happy belated valentine’s day! (sorry if this post isn’t as long as my usual ones, i’ve been typing it between classes and bus journeys ahhhh but i really hope you enjoy <3). also i’m so sorry, i’m having trouble writing on mobile rn it keeps deleting anything i have at the bottom so that was a pain 😭 again, sorry this took me so long. i had so many problems with tumblr these past few days :(( so if the layout of this post is messed up, i’m slowly trying to learn desktop tumblr ahhh

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Prosciutto:

‘y/n…it’s 3am.’

sends you a little ‘💕’ after another few minutes has passed

though he lectures you in the morning about sending him texts at such ungodly hours (and a lecture on the importance of sleep) he then proceeds to give you a cuddle

very lovingly warns you to never send him messages at this time in the morning unless you’re dying

but makes sure to tell you he really appreciates the thought of the photo, accident or not

actually, sending this photo to him would probably open a whole new conversation between you both, discussing feelings (because i definitely feel like this guy has to be prompted to talk about them lmaoooo)

Risotto:

since he’s definitely the kind of guy who gets little to no sleep anyway, he’s seeing this the second you send this to him

expect him to be confused at first, but after a few minutes pass, he’s coming through to see you for sure

‘y/n…what is the meaning of…this?’

regardless of your answer, you’re gonna get a little hug for sure

and, just like prosciutto, you’re getting lectured about the importance of sleep too while getting this hug (very hypocritical of him)

but will probably sit with you until you do finally fall asleep <3

hes probably not saying much in this moment, he’s just enjoying the silence with you

actually, i feel like just like prosciutto, risotto would also have to be prompted to talk about his feelings :,)

Formaggio:

first of all, this guy absolutely loves the fact you sent him this

he finds it really funny that you sent it at 3am too

sends you back something like this:

followed by something like this

overall, despite it being 3am and an accident, he appreciates the thought

he’ll probably bring it up with you in the morning, but he’s not mad about it. he finds it funny and adorable!

he’s grinning like an idiot all night to be honest

expect hugs and lots of attention in the morning

Illuso:

first of all, fully expect to be teased about this

most likely won’t answer you immediately (because this guy likes his beauty sleep) but when he finally registers that his phone just buzzed, he’s gonna be a little confused

mostly bc he wonders who the heck is messaging him! but when he sees the photo, he definitely gives a smile

not that he’ll tell you that to your face of course :,)

in the morning, he goes downstairs with the most deadpan face to confront you about the image but honestly ends up blushing a heap ton OR is tripping over his words (very unusual behaviour from him) so you naturally work out he liked the image

he’ll probably come find you in private later on to talk about it for real, no teasing this time, just a good honest chat about the photo and, you know, potential intentions behind it (aka, this man actually discussing his feelings about someone other than himself)

Ghiaccio:

‘oh my GOD Y/N’

he’s gonna be a little mad the notification noise woke him up from his sleep BUT once he sees the photo, he’s immediately blushing

honestly, he’s probably staring at this for a good 5 minutes. he’s slightly confused on what this means

he’s coming straight to your room for sure, be prepared for an initial little rant from this guy - i mean, he’s gonna be a little mad you woke him up

the rant stops fairly quickly afterwards though and he’s definitely bombarding you with questions about the photo in question - why did you send it to him! what does it mean! why does the dog look like that! (not that it’s relevant, but knowing Ghiaccio, his rants often go on tangents :,) )

honestly, giving him a cuddle will shut him up

and he WILL cuddle you back. he appreciates your hugs <3

Melone:

immediately coming to see you after you send him that for sure, he’s another guy who i think would stay up late so he’s definitely wide awake when you send him that

let me tell you, he wouldn’t even be mad for a second. yeah it might be 3am, but that image made him smile

’y/n…did you mean to send me this?’

he’s definitely having a laugh with you about it for sure. it’s no secret that this little photo made him happy

again, he’s staying the night with you, chatting away with you about all sorts. honestly, it’s amazing what conversations sending this photo has opened up

the pair of you don’t realise you’ve been talking for so long until it hits 7am and the other guys are starting to wake up

Pesci:

he probably won’t see it till morning (he has a very good sleep schedule!) but when he wakes up to that, he’s immediately smiling!

sends you back something like a photo of a hug coupon (i did try to attach something but tumblr kept deleting the bottom text 😭)

before immediately going downstairs to give you a big cuddle!

he probably will ask you if the photo was an accident but honestly, either way he’s happy!

has the happiest smile on his face for the next week, and often finds himself going back to look at the photo!

a little bit nervous to ask you but he definitely tries to ask if the photo has any special meaning from your perspective

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ask-ashandfriends · 10 months

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“Welcome to the rat race!”

Intro post time!

Welcome to ask-ashandfriends, an ask blog featuring Ash from hit action mobile game Brawl Stars (and others too because I know I’ll get art block if I draw the same guy over and over again) Feel free to ask whatever you want about whoever you want!

My main acc is @m3llowm1sh, I post all my numerous fanart there for a wide array of fandoms (although right now it’s only DST but I swear that’ll change soon!!) Check it out if you want :)

Read more for some extra stuff you should know about this blog!

There are some headcanons here and there about Starr Park’s wacky world and such but nothing too major!

Asks are not limited to anything except being SFW.

Also, I’m not really comfortable with roleplaying! This may be a parody account, but I won’t really type as Ash. I’m fine with drawing him and writing dialogue for him, but I can’t really see myself as him, so it might get weird for me if I myself try to act like it. Thanks for understanding!

Other brawl stars blogs feel free to interact w this one I’m dying for fanonical brawl stars content rn!

This is my first time running an ask blog and I’m grateful for all the support I get!! <33 Asks, likes, etc are all greatly appreciated!

#brawl stars #ask blog #intro post #asks open

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wow-cool-robot · 1 year

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Episode 29: Tragedy in Jaburo

this is going to have to pull off something special to qualify as a tragedy after last episode

starting off with the flashback? ouch

how's jaburo going to react to them?

kai not caring that miharu knew they were going to south america while the zeon guys immediately figure out they're heading to jaburo because that's the main base is pretty funny. kai doesn't know jack shit about earth!

kai isn't doing too hot rn

i'm a sucker for a good hidden base

and they led char right there, huh.

everyone constantly being shocked by how young amuro is something i really appreciate. it'd be easy to do it once or twice and then just sort of assume everyone knows and move on

silicon valley would absolutely be working with zeon

the zock is very silly looking. also zock is a very funny word to say

oh? are we finally getting some details on the whole newtype deal?

oh, matildas fiance, huh

amuro having this kind of a complex probably isn't great

hopefully he takes woody's advice to heart

oh mirais from a big bigshot family

oh good, does char have a new custom to fight with?

glad to see them all knowing what to do even without orders

that's a lot of missiles

what happened to char being assigned to africa? did he just decide he didn't care?

i appreciate the focus remaining on kai a little bit

are we finally seeing the mass produced gundam? i knew they existed, but i didn't know what they looked like. pretty neat from what we see here. i'm sure they aren't as good as the prototype, but whatever

goufs zakus and doms all attacking plus the amphibious ones? this is a real battle we're seeing here!

char's in a red custom, all’s right in the world

glad we're getting a look at how the federation managed to survive without mobile suits against zeon for so long, until now basically whenever anything that wasn't a mobile suit went up against one it lost spectacularly

char's companions immediately dying was really good at making sure neither side looks incompetent

the brass has figured out the white base was followed and then immediately start saying some ominous stuff

and they aren't providing any assistance. no wonder zeon has such an easy time breaking in if they're so petty

woody seems desperate to join matilda

char's entrance is really great here, amuro makes a good hype man and char lives up to expectations.

the choreography here is very good, amuro kneeing the z'gok in the crotch made me laugh out loud

i'm sure this is very traumatizing for amuro, but seeing woody go out like matilda doesn't feel earned at all. and char bolting after makes it feel like he only attacked to traumatize amuro more.

amuro immediately taking out the zock does work to sell char as the ultimate zeon guy pretty well

i don't know if woody cared that much about the base, he seemed like he just didn't have much to live for and decided to attach all his self worth to it

i don't know if that's a men thing mirai, or if he just wasn't very invested in living

everyone immediately stops what they were doing when they here char's back. i get it

the actual tragedy wasn't too affecting, but outside that this was a good episode

#0079 #gundam liveblog

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lgbtqforeverything · 1 year

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watching stargirl: frenemies episode 11

- the caption for jordan said jason??? what???

- how does the cgi look worse this time it’s the same fucking shots

- the jsa hug 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- huge kuwasa from legends season 3 vibes rn

- so has he just. been in the sewers. what the fuck.

- NOT THEM DYING RIGHT UNDER THEIR GYM

- not the shot of the mask 😭😭😭

- slyvester and pat look and are acting like gay dads rn

- OH MY GOD BARB/PAT/SLYVESTER HAS PEG/BJ/HAWKEYE VIBES

- artemis looks so worried i’m sad

- i refuse to feel sympathy for the mahkents (minus cameron) i’m mad at them rn

- oooh that shot of cameron…. please tell me there is patricide coming my way

- i want cameron’s jacket. this is the third time this has happened.

- he’s lying he honored her with murder and repressing his gayness

- ok but hunter and niel are doing a really good job rn

- this bitch is lying

- also sofus is suspicious and i am living for it

- awww it’s the jsa girl group <3

- rick tyler stop being depressed and unstable in the woods we have shit to do!!!!

- y’all we need to let stella do more and also i’m crying

- pat’s face…. that was his boyfriend

- barbara’s face…. that was her girlfriend

- i want her to punch jordan SO fucking bad

- also the way she’s just so resigned to him being back…..

- if not cameron, barbara or artemis should be the one to kill jordan

- this bitch just keeps lying and being a creep can he leave please

- actually i’m finally on board with slyvester can he please do that to jordan

- the simple mobile dude and the capital one banking dude look the same

- if i had a nickel for every time one of pat’s boyfriends was killed by icicle i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s sad that it happened twice

- because your dad’s a bitch cameron

- courtney do not think about it.

- and now they’re kissing. great.

- mike i’m so sorry this is a really anxious time for you rn and you clearly don’t feel safe

- nobody locks their damn doors in this town. couldn’t be me

- oh she has ulterior motives

- this is so creepy jordan shut the fuck up

- hmmm he’s less wet now….. suspicious

- A BARBARA/ARTEMIS SCENE FINALLY

- also i’m crying again these people are too good of actors

- finally a courtney/slyvester fight

- slyvester that’s manipulation

- yeah yeah they’re working together we already knew that

- that was a stupid promo we already knew that the whole staff chowing thing was going to happen they’ve been leading up to it all season i want to know where rick is

- but also. courtney’s stupid pout finally returns

#stargirl #stargirl spoilers #a. j. liveblogs

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ocpdramblings · 3 months

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Maybe I should start using this blog to talk about my hobbies as well so that I can associate it with things I like. I like art, I do a variety of mediums. Watercolor, charcoal, graphite, trying to get into pastels and gouache, digital, not a fan of acrylic but I can do it, really want to try oil painting but I don’t have the space for it to dry.

I like reading classics a lot. Pride and prejudice is a fave rn and I impulse purchased Jane Austen’s entire works. Read the predecessor to Dracula, Carmilla. Very good. Very gay. Way more gay than I thought it was going to be. I thought it was going to be subtext. It was not. I also like reading trashy books as well. I really enjoy the ones that TikTok recommends that have absolutely insane plot premises. I don’t care about the writing at that point I just need to read.

I’ve recently gotten into Overwatch. Never played a FPS before. Made a couple new friends from it. Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Hollow Knight, I really wanna get into Celeste. On the second Ace Attorney game, I love mobile and gacha games, I wanna play more otomes even tho I’m not a big fan of romance when I am implicated.

I unmask a lot with this blog and every time I reread a post I can’t help but think of how bland it is and how I’d never talk like that in real life.

My favorite game is Okami. Never met other people who like it. Very sad.

I watch anime, tho I do this thing where I’ll watch a popular anime a couple years after it comes out. And I tell myself that it’s to see if it lives up to the hype but honestly it’s bc I’ll have random moments in which I want to watch anime and then the only ones that come to mind are popular ones on social media years ago. I say my favorite is Bungou Stray Dogs but that’s actually my favorite manga not my favorite anime. My fav anime rn is probably High Card. Doesn’t have the highest budget but I like the premise so far and the characters. My favorite mangas are Bungou Stray Dogs, Kuroshitsuji, and Witch Hat Atelier (also not caught up on). I wanna start reading firefly wedding.

I read a lot of romance manhwas, mainly with female leads but I have a couple with male leads that I adore. I haven’t watched any tv shows in a while but I’ve been telling myself that I’m either going to watch Hannibal or Dexter. I’ve been wanting to consume more queer material involving women since I’ve found that despite being sapphic, very few women media shows up recommended to me. Favorite movie of last year was Bottoms. I watched it several times. I want to get into cdramas. The next film I see will either be The Handmaiden or Maja Ma. Or one of the Saw movies. Been on a Saw movie binge with friends. I find the themes inconsistent. An unforgivable crime.

There’s no actors I’m particularly into. Never got into anything Marvel aside from Spider Man. I plan on reading the comics soon bc a friend of mine really likes Spider man and I want him to know I care about his interests.

I’ve found a new enjoyment for figure skating. I have a couple of male skaters that I quite enjoy, but I’d like to watch more and eventually get into some female and ice dancing pairs as well.

I crochet. Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday. I graduate with my bachelors in the spring. I plan on doing my masters in IO psychology. My favorite color is blue and pink. I’ve been dying my hair for I think two years now. Maybe six months away from two. My friends say that I am surprisingly progressive in regards to my political views. I don’t know what that is supposed to mean.

I have a new car cause I recently got into a car crash. I’m very privileged. I don’t have to worry about money. I do regardless. I somehow have this personality disorder, and I have had one of the best life’s a child could have. Though every time I say that my friends say that’s weird considering the amount of trauma I’ve gone through. I think I have turned out well despite my circumstances. I like caring about other people. I’d like to make it my life’s goal to improve the life of somebody I don’t know yet.

Feel free to reach out to this blog anytime. It’s a side blog so I’m likely not gonna end up following anybody but I like talking.

#my post #personal

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spiteless-xo · 11 months

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from one porco lover to another, do you have any porco fic recs? i'm dying for more and i trust your judgment!

😭 yes of course!! sadly, i don’t have that many. it’s really hard to find stuff for him.

i have a few porco recs from ao3 in my fic recommendations list

but the BEST porco fic i’ve ever read is THIS ONE on tumblr!! idk if that link will work because i’m on mobile, but it’s by @bokutosdove (i’ll also reblog it rn for ease of finding)

their masterlist isn’t fully updated but they tag really well so if you wanna find their stuff, try searching their tags. i am OBSESSED with their porco and they write a lot of porco/reader/reiner stuff that i’m also into 👀

#fic recs #porco #tiff.ask

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thisisadecisionimayregret · 1 year

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thanks for letting me know! though it’s a little unfortunate that seasons in hieron is very death existential / parental death heavy because that really might have to make me not listen to it? especially since those are HUGE triggers of mine, specifically death existentialism. though i deeply want to give this series a chance! i’d say i’d be able to push past it, but i’m not really sure.

may i then ask slightly what the plot is in these over-arching seasons? just to kinda get a feel for it and kinda be aware of what death related content may or may not be involved.

obviously feel free to detail as much or as little as you’d like, and no pressure to talk about ALL of them either, especially since it’s probably a LOT to recollect and explain.

anyways! just wanted to say that, but i would probably enjoy hearing most about the plot of seasons in hieron and sangfielle, just to let you know.

my apologies for sending so many asks, but thank you immensely for this! genuinely i cannot express this enough <3

Yeah no worries! And honestly I should thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about fatt, I love this show so much lol

(also i am on mobile rn and cannot remember how to add a read more so uh, I'll go back and add it in later, sorry for the long post)

So like. Seasons of Hieron are like, it's a post- post- apocalyptic fantasy world. The apocalypse happened, but enough time has passed that any details of the apocalypse/the world before has been largely forgotten. They play Dungeon World, which is a pretty cool game that is analogous in many ways to dnd, and there's a fairly typical fantasy party. You've got your paladin, your warrior, your druid, your wizard, your bard, etc (but the table friends put their own spins on all of these tropes — their conception of bards and "pattern magic" is fantastic, and they also reimagine a lot of stereotypical fantasy groups like orcs, removing a lot of the shitty undertones from the standard you see in dnd). There's gods (you may recognize SamSam from the divorced tournament, go vote for them lmfao). And the main parties are (at the start) going to find magical artifacts from pre-apocalypse times.

But the bigger story that is more fully introduced in Marielda, is about the fact that the world — more specifically, the god Samol, who is the world of Hieron — is dying, slowly, and no one knows how to save him (and by extension the world). His sons, Samot and Samothes, get divorced (messily) since they have different theories to the question of how to save Samol from the Heat and the Dark. iirc, Samol and the Heat and the Dark are very specifically inspired by Austin's experience of his grandfather dying of cancer, and he is not the only parental figure dying in the series.

The players in the seasons of Hieron get drawn into these larger events, trying to stop the destruction of their world from the heat and the dark, with varying amounts of success. Hieron more than the other seasons (imo) deal more explicitly and deeply with death and undeath as themes, so it's totally understandable if that's not something you're up to listening to. It can get really heavy.

Sangfielle takes place in a world where the center of the world is cursed and wild, and a great ringed city encases it to prevent that cursed area expanding. The season takes place within that cursed area, called Sangfielle, and it follows the Blackwick Group, who are a crew that handle weird and cursed things. The crew includes a human who is actually a bunch of bees, a person slowly transforming into a terrifying creature, a spirit (sorta) that is (consensually) possessing someone, a giant goat lady who fights trains (there are fucked up evil trains no one created that just appear in Sangfielle and can take ppl hostage), among others. There's capybara people, goat people, devils, ox people, communist seahorse people. The group are hired to deal with problems, i.e. a cursed/haunted house demanding sacrifices, or finding the egg sac of the dead Mother-beast god that went missing. Y'know. Normal stuff. This season is the one where things get gory and gross and unsettling, and I think they did a great job with it. There's death in this season, but the things that don't die are much worse.

fuck I am going into so much detail here, gonna try and be brief for the other seasons since those were the two you wanted more info on and also it's later than I thought it was and cha girl's got work in the morning lmao

Divine Cycle writ large is: what if we're in space and also we made giant machine gods. your favorite mecha anime that doesn't exist. giant robots!!!

counter/WEIGHT: "we could have made them look like anything but we made them look like us." let's go fight against capitalism!!! (I remember this season the least out of all of them ngl, but the characters are all so so amazing. what if han solo used to be beyonce)

Twilight Mirage: "we weren't building mirrors, we were setting fires" they're living in a declining utopia society, and things are falling apart. how do you take care of people & face what happens next

Road to Partizan: what happens in the 5000 years following the twilight mirage era, as an imperial power grows and conquers

Partizan: "do we bring our own gravity with us" fighting against empire, is it possible to avoid empire and imperialism, and can individuals do anything to fight back such a massive institution

Road to Palisade: 5 years between end of Partizan and start of Palisade

Palisade: sequel to Partizan, revolution babeyy

And there we are!! I feel like I can't do any of these seasons justice in my summaries lol, but I've done my best here

#also pls feel free to dm me if you'd like i don't mind! but no pressure if youre more comfy on anon - no biggie either way #samantha talks #samantha answers #long post #friends at the table

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skiploom · 3 years

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I LOVE YALL IM GETTING A LIL MORE ACTIVE ON MY TWITTER IF U GUYS WANna follow me!!!! feel free to if u like!!! https://mobile.twitter.com/shrimpgf

#srry I can’t properly link stuff rn I’m on mobile and im still kinda losing my mind LMAOOOOO #crying and dying and losing mt WJOLE FUCKING MIND LOL

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glorywaited · 3 years

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i feel like i should apologise for not being so much active lately as i was in an accident yesterday n i’m fine right now but i’m completely exhausted today but i’ll try to being on here more soon n my other blogs i owe starters on !! i love u all n hope ur doing well !! 💖

#[ yesterday was actual hell but i’m recovering i’m fine n safe rn but hh it was a lot to deal with so i’m Exhaustion ]#[ i might actually take a nap today my insomnia be damned ]#[ i DID hurt my arm n hip yesterday tho but it’s not critical at least just so sore rip i hate it sm ]#[ i can’t write today i’m dying but !! i’ll try my hardest tomorrow to finish some asks n starters ]#[ i’m so sorry tho for being inactive life just was very scary :’) ]#mobile ooc post tbt #[ i just always feel i should apologise for big absences n i feel bad hh ]

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vallablooded · 4 years

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( @fatedcomrades

Xav and I had this conversation just now, and I love it. In all seriousness, I want Fallen Ike and Fallen M!Corrin to come home...)

#fatedcomrades #;mobile post;#;OutofDragonVeins #;Discord Shenanigans;#; Crack ; - DIS ENDS NAO! -#I’m still dying rn onfg

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 31

She was finally safe. After years and years of avoiding them, her tormentor’s body lay lifeless in front of her. She knew she should have felt bad, that nobody deserved to die, but she couldn’t find the remorse in her heart for the person who had tortured her, psychologically and physically, for longer than she cared to remember. Her trusted friend, kneeling by the body of the person he had poisoned, finally stood up. “They’re gone,” he announced, “not even a heartbeat to speak of.” Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes at the confirmation, and she shook with the force of her joy as Friend wrapped her in his warm, comforting embrace. She buried her head in the folds of his sweatshirt, letting the tears pouring from her eyes be hidden and absorbed by the fabric. The two of them stood like this for what must have been an eternity, her body shaking with sobs, and his hands rubbing comforting circles over her back. “Tha-ank you, thank you so-o mu-uch...” She forced the words out, knowing they would never be enough to show her gratitude. He shushed her gently, and the sobs gradually subsided as she ran out of tears to cry. Everything went silent and peaceful around them, before a branch cracked behind her. “I really don’t know why you’re thanking him,” a voice whispered in her ear, hot breath staining it with their presence and their voice and no, Friend had just killed them, they’re not here anymore- then warm lips caressed the shell of her ear and she jerked in Friend’s embrace, only managing to turn around before his grip became unbearably tight, holding her body in place right in front of her tormentor. They were alive, and breathing, and standing right there. She went to scream but a hand holding her in place clamped firmly around her jaw, and only a strangled sound of distress escaped. An arm around her neck was almost constricting enough to choke, and she struggled to breathe as tears gathered in her eyes. “Really, now,” they spoke again with a devilish look, “you planned to kill me? You believed you could kill me? Honestly, I thought you knew better than that.” Working her jaw enough, she was able to get enough movement around Friend’s hand to bitterly respond to them. “You would have died! We just must have miscalculated, and [Friend] made- he made a mistake-” “Oh, please, don’t even try with that shit. Listen to that nagging little voice in your head and just accept that he was with me the entire time. Yes, of course it was all a test. Look at the big picture for once in your life, sweetheart.” Dumbstruck, she couldn’t have even spoken if she’d tried. The constricting embrace, a gentle hug just a few minutes ago, got impossibly tighter, and somehow she just knew Friend was smiling one of those horrid, condescending smiles that she had seen on her tormentor’s lips hundreds of times. In her mind, it looked so wrong on his kindly face. The one that just now brought her back to this monster after years of acting as a friend. The one that watched with her as, across from them, a sheath released a knife that glinted threateningly in the dim light of the moon. After admiring it for a second--flashing it in front of her face: don’t flinch, they’re just trying to intimidate you, they won’t use it--they slid it under her chin, and only stopped when the metal was pressed flush against her pulse point. “I was thinking,” they spoke again, “that if you really wanted to get away from me… I think we could work something out. If you’re dead, then you won’t have to deal with anything I do anymore, yeah? Honey, what do you say?” Her throat had gone dry, eyes wide, tears dripping down her chin past the hands restraining her. But she never had a choice, because her life wasn’t her own. It never was her own. And as the knife slashed through her skin, Friend’s arms let her fall to the ground, the light blurring into inky darkness above, and death’s peaceful embrace taking her where she had been held before, and down into the abyss.

#whumptober2019 #no.31 #there be spoilers for the writing in these tags #embrace #tw:death #knives #betrayal #slit throat #faked death #me crying because I can’t do my italics formatting on mobile since I don’t have the app but I’m not by my pc rn #I made it through Whumptober!#I’m so happy but also exhausted wow #the last half of this wasn’t proofread because I’m dying #so oh well #oh also happy Halloween pals #woo

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askfallenroyalty · 3 years

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Welcome to AFR!

for new people who’ve been following because of the sandwich post: welcome! if you like bratty-flowey-like asriels, you’ve come to the right place! my line of thought is that Flowey’s behavior isn’t something learned after dying -but rather a part of Asriel that got to flourish with full control of the timeline.

If you just want to read the current side arc (and don’t have time to catch up on the full blog) you can read it here! This arc will continue for a little longer and only has a few pages finished already. You don’t need to read all of AFR to enjoy it :>

What is AFR?

An “everybody lives AU” that takes place during undertale’s pacifist epilogue. Chara, the other fallen 6 and Asriel are back from the dead and are reunited with their familes -with a small catch.

Asriel aged from his time as Flowey, now both the parents are older as well.

the goat has grown.

Asriel takes the mantle as Monster King because the other fallen humans (wow, who would of thought) took issue with Asgore being king still after murdering them. As King, Asriel has made some uh. Questionable choices.

...Selling out monsterkind as a profitable multi-media intellectual property.

and touring the world as both a political figure and as a cartoon mascot, Asriel leaves behind his best friend Chara over the years. Thus, AFR’s main story really kicks off here.

How does Chara handle being seperated again? Why is Asriel ghosting his family? What is he really doing? Why did the kids come back from the dead? All these questions will be answered and more in... Askfallenroyalty!

//you can read from the start with this (note:if you’re on mobile, open in an internet browser and not the tumblr app)

//or, if you want to be Really Patient i’m redrawing the first chapter on webtoons and tapas and adding some new content to make the in-between chapters more smooth. Though, do note this redraw will take some time! Updates every tuesday/thursday whenever not on hiatus. (as it is rn)

Note: because Tumblr has the tag be chronological I can’t go back and add more content to fix plot threads that happened a while back.

This mainly happened twice- the original chapter 2 was going to be about the immediate aftermath of all 8 undead kids being alive and monsters reaching the surface. But I got overwhelmed and almost gave up on the blog until Deltarune came out and inspired me to come back. This will be fixed by the redraw, but until now it feels incomplete/jarring to read. So, apologies! The second time is when I stopped an arc short because it’ll be released as a fangame.

#not art #ooc

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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i have a soft thought... the first time you hug them w all the pedro boys ??

These will be shorter but I be needing a hug rn 🥺

*Gender Neutral

Also I'm so sorry its so long, I'm on mobile and idk how to do the read more thingy

Din Djarin

The first time you hug Din he immediately locks up for a second. Today was a close call and the fact that after you patched him up you all but threw his beskar-less body against yours, breathing out how happy you are hes okay. He absolutely melts into your embrace at that, turning into a limp noodle.

Javier Pena

Hes gonna be grumbly when you hug him the first time. Its before you are offical and everyone was teasing him for his obvious crush on you. You think its kind of adorable so you go up and hug his back to you while he was sitting at his desk. Everyone ended up teasing him even more by how his ears tinged red but he couldn't deny how nice it felt having you pressed against him.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is a hugger already so when your the one to beat him to the physical affection he gets a big boyish smirk as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you super tight. He absolutely loves hugs and hugging you? Perfection.

Ezra (prospect)

Ezra was not used to physical affection by the time you two were together. He was once upon a time but just too many times hes been burned so he likes to keep himself at a physical distance. The first time you hug him its out of relief, you two got split up and his comm ended up dying. You had no communication with him so you scurried back and waited hours for him to finally stumble through the tent. He's sweaty and exhausted but that doesn't stop you from ripping off his bubble and suit and throwing his body into your arms, clutching at his hair thanking keva he was okay. And Ezra absolutely melts.

Max Phillips

When you first hug Max its after he lost a major sale. You couldnt help it, he just looked so sad! When he feels your arms reach over his chest he all but flings around and tugs you into his lap, whining into your neck of how unfair it all was. Yes the heat leech strikes again.

Pero Tovar

Pero is so not used to physical affection that you think he's in pain when you hug him, thats how stiff his whole body gets. He's just awkward at times and now his mind is racing because you will think him strange and- oh he melts into your arms once your scratch your nails through is hair. He just thinks too much sometimes

Marcus Pike

Hes so used to being the one to start physical intamacy so the minute you yank his arm to shuffle back so you can hug him to your chest while you two watch a movie together he all but purrs in your embrace. He's also a nuzzler so expect chest and tummy nuzzles.

Agent Whiskey

The minute your arms wrap around him he's hoisting you up into a big bear hug. He just gets a bit too ampt at relationship milestones so physical intimacy of any kind is quickly met with loving agression.

Dave York

Aha what...are...you...doing? Is Dave's first internal thought. He's not yet used to letting people stick around and get close so when you hug him when he expresses hes in distress he all but fawns and freezes. Hes stiff and awkward at first but he will eventually melt into your curves as you two snuggle on the couch.

Zach Wellison

Zach tends to still get jumpy so you make sure to fully show him you are going in for a hug before he leaves your place after hanging out, a casual basically-sorta-kinda-definitely date. Hes gonna scoop you up in the warmest most welcoming embrace. He's been missing out on affection for a few years now so now that he has you he has no plans in letting you go.

Omar Assarian

He's another bad boy but secretly a leach. The first time you hug him you're happy its in the privacy of his place because he all but falls into your embrace and traps you under him on the couch. Completely snuggling up into your neck as you can't contain the giggles from his scratchy patchy 5 o'clock shadow tickles your neck.

Marcus Moreno

You first hugged him on a casual movie date. He came over to make dinner together and watch a cheesey rom-com. You end up snuggled up on the love seat as Marcus uses your chest as a pillow, your arms looped over his shoulders, scratching his hair. He's a bit embarrassed he ended up falling asleep on you but you were just so damn comforting.

Maxwell Lord

The first time you hugged Maxwell was when he finally broke down and shared his childhood with you. More so of his abusive father. He's such an expressive man you can see the unshed tears shine in his eyes and you just can't not hold him. You guide his face to hide in your neck as he pulls you up onto his lap. That's when he knew you where his rock and he would do absolutely anything to keep you happy.

#din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #javier pena x reader #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra (prospect) x reader #max phillips x reader #pero tovar x reader #marcus pike x reader #agent whiskey x reader #dave york x reader #zach wellison x reader #omar assarian x reader #marcus moreno x reader #maxwell lord x reader

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criticofallthings · 3 years

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SO IT’S 5:12AM BECAUSE I’VE BEEN TYPING AWAY A NEW HEADCANNON PIECE OF CRACK IDEA THAT WOULDN’T LET ME SLEEP IF I DIDN’T. edit: bc tumblr mobile app is dumb I had to restart in a web browser and it is now 6:03 AM.

Anyway yeah so that Hawkmokn lore tab where we see Guardian lad and Crow get drunk and be merry (brain’s a little scramble rn, but I’m preeetty sure its the Hawkmoon lore tab)?? Yeah so that and trauma bonding / healing bc if I haven’t said it a thousand times and then sme yet, Imma say it again: POOR TRAUMATIZED GUARDIANS OMFG 😭😭😭

No title no beta bc literally just shat this out the past couple of hours:

cw/tw: ptsd, referenced major character death, death, implied depression/major grief, self depreciation

ps. usually I write nonbinary Guardian, but today we got lady she/her Guardian

pps. this fic is a heckin chonker compared to the previous ones

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Crow’s lips were gentle against the Guardian’s own, a bit dry, but sweet and heady with the lingering wine. The kiss was sudden. It was spontaneous. And it made something warm and so soft and so, so very fragile, hatch within the Guardian’s chest.

Until she opened her eyes and saw those golden eyes, glowly softly in the dark, beneath dusky white and raven black fringe. The pale smokey blue of his skin, luminous where it reflected the warmth of the campfire, and cast in deep shadows where the night’s darkness fought to shade his face. The smell of ash suddenly weighs much heavier in the air.

That warm, soft, and fragile thing in the Guardian’s chest goes cold and sharp and hard. Time slows and speeds up at the same time within her mind, stealing her away to a prison of memories. Blood rushes to her ears, drowning out the warning from Ghost to Crow and Glint.

The Guardian shoved Crow away and stood up, a heavy handcannon with a white spade on the stock materializing into her hand, aimed at Crow’s heart. An errant blip of data-Light to Crow’s left is all that hints at Glint’s swift dematerialization. Crow stays prone on the ground, spawled on his back, one hand raised up, in an attempt to pacify —unwittingly making it harder for the Guardian to snap out of that memory.

The stench of burnt oil, sweat, and soot fills her nose. She only hears the crackles of flames and electric buzzing as her heart pounds, coldly staring into Crow’s bewildered eyes. Those deep golden eyes that had haunted her waking hours and chased her down in nightmares. Those eyes filled with cruelty as they watched her stumble to Cayde’s dying side. She doesn’t realize yet, but the tears she couldn’t shed before, now weep from her eyes. The handcannon trembles slightly in her grip.

Ghost floats over into his Guardian’s field of view. He’s careful to let her know he’s doing so by giving her shoulder a bump as he glides to a rest above the stock of the handcannon. He hovers there, his one eye searching both of hers, glow dimmed slightly. His shell gives a soft whirl before he speaks, leaning in gently towards her.

“That is not him.”

The silence is deafening, every second only increasing the tension. Ghost clicks his shell, uncertain if his words were even heard. He tries again, bobbing in the air.

“Crow is not him.”

The handcannon trembles. But the Warlock doesn’t move, bound by so much tension you’d think she was a Hunter about to leap into the air to throw a Blade Barrage.

“Crow is not him.”

Ghost speaks again, insistent, shell whirling softly as he flits closer to his Guardian. A flicker of recognition crosses her face. The handcannon falters, no longer aimed directly at Crow’s chest. Ghost nudges her hand, bumping the Guardian’s aim to the ground.

She trembles, a full body shudder and the handcannon slips from her grasp. Suddenly she’s aware, all too aware of what happened, and the tension holding her still dissipates. She falls to her knees, energy completely spent.

“I, I-I’m so sorry.” She’s barely able to whisper the words in his direction.

Before her, Crow watches, eyes wide and doe-like, shocked and unsure of what to do. Of what just happened. A sinking feeling blooms in his gut.

He knows he wasn’t a good man before he died. Plenty of guardians had made that clear through their boot heels and fists, gunfire and knives, with their Light in three different energies: arc, void, and solar. As did the Eliksni, who cursed him in their language while their Captains tore him apart with their four arms.

Crow knows it’s an understatement to say he wasn’t a good man in his previous life. Even if he could never learn about who that man was, what he did, and would only by the number of shattered bones and bruised flesh just how much pain that man had caused —Crow decided early on that he could take it. It was penance. It was justly due and therefore he couldn’t call it painful.

But this? This hurt.

It hurt because now he knows that the man he once was had struck an incomprehensible blow to the Guardian he had come to know more of. It hurt because he had been holding on to a small hope, an indescribably small bit of hope, that of all the people he had encountered in his previous life that he had never met the Guardian. Because if they had never met, then maybe, maybe there was someone he didn’t hurt. His first friend. His savoir. His now not-so-secret-crush. And the longer he thought about it, the greater that sinking feeling in his gut grew.

He could no longer deny the shock and subdued anger and almost very well hidden grief he had seen flash across her face when he revealed himself to her and Osiris. He could no longer deny the way they had kept him at distance while easily in sight with a hand hovering over their gun every time they met him for a Hunt or to study a newly sprouted Cryptolith. Why his attempts at humor and jokes were met with cool silence. Why whenever he saw that handcannon, he instinctively recoiled away from it, phantom pain bursting sharply in his heart.

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Crow remembers the first time he saw the Guardian wield that gun. How she had effortlessly cleared a pack of thrall in one clip, each headshot exploding in a flurry of solar. How his body reacted: legs collapsing beneath him, his heart burning painfully, lungs gasping for air that never seemed to make it into him, retching pathetically, as tears streamed down his face.

Why was he crying?

Why did he feel an insurmountable wall of sorrow and regret?

She had seen him fall and before the last thrall had burnt away completely, she came running towards him. All he could see in that moment was that gun getting closer and all he felt was an innate desire to get away.

Run, run, run, run, run before you die!

Run you before you burn!

The Guardian came close, hands splayed before her, voice speaking in soothing tones, words lost upon his panicking ears. He had screamed then, in abject terror. It was a garbled and pitched sound as he tried to breathe and vomit and scrabble away all at the same time; his eyes riveted to the handcannon now holstered at her side. Her Warlock mind, keen to details, quickly realized what had triggered his panic and she deftly threw the gun to her Ghost who transmatted it away mid-air.

Crow doesn’t remember what the Guardian said to him, but he remembers how carefully she reached out to him. How she framed his face in her gauntleted hands, so gentle, so lightly, as if he might shatter into glass —just to touch her forehead to his. How the puffs of her outward breaths ghosting by his cheeks helped calm his own.

And he knew then, in that moment that no matter what that gun meant that he was already in too deep. When with a simple touch, the Guardian could soothe away old terrors he himself knew nothing of, Crow knew then. He loves her.

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Crow slowly got to his feet, mindful of the Guardian (who was despondently staring into her open hands while Ghost hovered on her shoulder). He looks at that gun, chest starting to burn, heartbeat increasing. Clenching a fist at his side, Crow takes a tentative step and then another until he’s close enough to pick up the handcannon. He gingerly picks it up by the barrel, keeping his hands off the stock on purpose. It’s another small step towards the Guardian before he kneels in front of them.

He pauses there, unsure of what he can do —of what he did that caused the Guardian to react so violently before. He doesn’t think it was the kiss itself...that seemed to be fine until she looked at his face, into his eyes. Ah. Crow rests the handcannon on his thigh and pulls up his hood, jerking it to cover more of his face. Cautiously he grabs the handcannon by the barrel again and with his other hand, slowly reaches for one of the Guardian’s own. She lets him guide her hand to the handcannon and once he’s sure she won’t drop it, Crow gently pushes both towards her again. The Guardian looks away, but cradles the handcannon in her lap.

More hesitantly now, Crow raises his hands to cup her face just as she once did for him. He can’t exactly see with his hood covering so much of his face, but he slowly gets nearer and carefully moves his hands over the side of her face. He leans forward to rest his forehead against hers, the edges of his hood brushing across his nose as he did so, fully obscuring his vision. Crow doesn’t know of anything he could say in this moment —what could he of all people say to her, Guardian of guardians, that could possibly make a difference? So he doesn’t say anything. Instead, Crow softly hums.

It’s an old melody, a lullaby he found while exploring abandoned freighters and passenger ships in the Reef. When Glint discovered his fondness for it, the Little Light would often hum the tune, sitting on his chest, to soothe him on several sleepless nights in Spider’s Lair. Crow hopes that this at least, can help ground the Guardian in the present and away from the painful memories in her past.

They stay like this for a while. The Guardian’s breath evens out and somewhere along the time past, Ghost had dematerialized. It was just the two of them now. Crow stops humming when he feels the Guardian raise a hand to cover one of his over her face. She leans into his palm, then forward against his forehead for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Crow, I’m so sor—“ She starts to apologize and it’s a whisper until she says his name to apologize once more. Crow doesn’t want to hear this, he doesn’t deserve an apology. So Crow cuts off the Guardian by dropping his hands to her sides and pulling her into his chest.

The sudden movement sends the Guardian toppling onto Crow. He curls forward to protect his head, but keeps his arms around her, falling flat on his back. The Guardian doesn’t move to get off of him and Crow takes that as an okay sign. He keeps one arm around her, the other he moves to card his fingers through her hair.

“Of all the people in this world, Guardian, I am the last of anyone to whom you owe an apology.” Crow let’s his words hang in the air, trying to keep his breathing even so his heart would stay less frantic too.

“If anything,” he pauses to admire a particularly silky strand of hair as it slips through his fingers.

“I am the one indebited to you.”

There’s another pause as he sorts his next words before speaking. His hand idly resumes carding through the Guardian's hair again.

“So much so that I wonder if it’s selfish greed that makes me want to stay like this.” Crow sighs, looking straight up into the star speckled sky above them. At this angle he can’t see the Guardian, but he feel her shift slightly in his arms.

“Even though you’ve done so much for a worthless stain of a being as me…Even though I can never atone for the things I’ve done befo—“ He’s interrupted by the Guardian slapping a hand over his mouth.

“You are not him.” She shifts in his arms, sitting up, moving a leg over to straddle him properly.

Crow grabs his fallen hood in a panic, pulling the fabric so swiftly up around his face he hears the fabric creak as its seams struggle to stay sewn. Still, he doesn’t let the material go, trying to keep his face hidden.

“You are not him.” The Guardian repeats herself, lifting her hand from his mouth. Crow can’t tell with what emotion she said it with and he’s too afraid to check just yet. He doesn’t want to cause her harm again, regardless of how circumstantially accidental it was.

“Crow…”

He freezes at the way she calls his name. It was different from how she usually said it. It sounded soft and so warm in her voice. The Guardian prods at one of hands clamped on his hood. He turns his head to the side, trying to escape beneath a look he could practically feel brushing against his hands.

“I...I-I don’t want to hurt you...again.” Crow’s heart beats skittishly within his chest, causing a lump to form in his throat. He’s barely able to say these words out loud without an audible whimper to them. He tries to speak again, but fails.

The Guardian leans forward over him and a shifting moment later he feels her tap her forehead against his. Her hands rest, half-covering his own, but exerting no force to push of pry his fingers away from his hood.

“Crow.” She whispers his name, just as soft and warm as before. Her lips ghost across his clenched hands when she spoke, sending goosebumps down his arms. Crow tenses.

It’s a full body reaction as Crow completely freezes up. Once more he tries to swallow down the lump in his throat with little success. His tongue feels dry and too heavy in his mouth. He can feel his heart rate spike, beating so hard now he’s unsure if the metaphorical ache that had been nesting there is becoming a real one.

“Please, Crow?” The Guardian pleads softly, leaning back and letting her hands slide from his face to over his chest.

“You can’t hide your handsome face forever.” She tries to make it sound light hearted, an easy joke, but the anxious tapping of her finger against his chest reveals her anxiety. Crow takes a deep, shaky inhale, holding it a second before letting it out.

“I-I can’t.” Crow sputters, the breath he had taken just before speaking seemed too little for all the things he wanted to say. Did she really just call his face handsome right now? Oh Traveler, why was that now all he could focus on??

He feels the Guardian shift in his lap again. The movement snaps Crow out of his thoughts and inadvertently he tightens his grip on his hood again. Somewhere behind his head, a seam in the hood gives way and the fabric tears from the stress.

A small chuckle near his ear catches him off guard and Crow isn’t able to stop his head from jerking sideways. This gives the Guardian an advantage and she presses against him, letting her head rest side by side to his. It keeps him unable to turn his face again. Even still, Crow maintains his hold over his ruined hood.

“Well then...” The Guardian pauses. Her voice, low and smooth, is right next to Crow’s ear. Crow flinches slightly, swallowing rapidly again, not expecting her to be so close.

“...how am I supposed to kiss you back?”

“Huuh??”

Crow lets out a confused sound, brain derailing instantly, but also cutting some of the tension out of his body. Certainly, he must have heard the Guardian wrong. But the sound of two ghosts re-materializing interrupts the Guardian (who Crow is now very aware is straddling him) from speaking as she suddenly freezes.

“OH. Oh! Oh...well uh, w-we’ll come back later!! N-n-not too soon, ofcou—” Ghost’s shocked rambling is halted by metallic clinking as Glint’s shell collides with his. In the background, Glint’s hurried whispers of “Just go! Just go!” are just barely audible before the two Little Lights decompile once more.

Above him, the Guardian lets out a heavy breath once the two ghosts are gone. Beneath his hands, Crow breaks into a brief smile at that. The brief interruption had brought a measure of calm to him and he didn’t want to waste the moment.

“I, well...the man I was did something pretty horrible to you, didn’t I?” Crow lets the question hang in the air, but pushes on. If he lets the Guardian speak now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to say these words again.

“Not just you, to all the guardians...the Vanguard, and even the Eliksni, maybe even to the Scorn.” The Guardian is still above him, listening, but against his chest Crow can feel the heavy, measured beating of her heart.

“A-and I know. I just know. That that handcannon --the one with the white spade— I know that man died to that gun...This body remembers, but I also think it’s much more than that.” Crow stops to take a shuddering breath in. He focuses on the steady feeling of the Guardian’s heart against his chest to center himself.

“When I see that gun...it’s like I can feel that final shot burning again and again. But then there’s so much more to it. So much pain that isn’t from that bullet, so much grief, and fear, and even anger. Anger at myself, knowing I —all I did was —all I caused was…” He trails off, not able to find the words to describe how those moments felt. When he speaks again, it’s all in whispers.

“But when I see you, I know it’s not right, I know it’s selfish, I know you didn’t even like me at the beginning….but when I see you, I know I’ll be okay. Because the Light gave me a second chance to be okay and you did the same.”

Crow stops when he feels the Guardian shifting again. She grabs him by his elbows and slides off of his lap, tugging on him to join her in a sitting position. His knees are now tucked under his chin and he can feel her legs framing his own. It’s silent for a moment, but then he feels her edge closer to plant a chaste kiss to the back of his hands.

“It was an accident, a trick of the light and shadow…I—you are not like him in many, many ways.” For a moment Crow’s heart plummeted to his gut, wrenching at her first few words. Her hands cover his own again and Crow’s heart grows light.

“Please. Look at me.” The Guardian asks Crow while gently pressing against his knuckles. She rubs her thumbs over the side and backs of his hands, small soothing gestures.

Crow clenches his jaw, then decides against it. He releases his hold on his cloak’s hood, fingers stiff and aching from how tightly he had clung to the material. Crow doesn’t let the hood fall from his face and keeps his eyes shut. The Guardian takes his hands into her own, warming and massaging them to ease the stiffness.

Once she deems his hands warm enough, the Guardian lets them go. Crow rests them at his side, not confident yet to open his eyes. He focuses on the way the air moves instead, trying to anticipate her next move so he doesn’t jump.

Slowly, the Guardian moves the hood off of his head. She cups his face with one hand while the other strokes his cheek before tucking several stray strands of hair behind his ear. Throughout it all, Crow is still. However, his heart beats fast within his chest.

“Wha-“ Crow’s questions are cutoff before he could even start to ask —the Guardian smothering them beneath a passionate kiss. She teases his bottom lip with her teeth and in his surprise, Crow opens his eyes.

He’s immediately consumed by the Guardian’s smoldering eyes, half-open to catch his reaction. Crow’s not one to be outdone, and he raises a hand to cradle the back of her head as he presses into the kiss. He teases the Guardian back with a lick of his tongue, half expecting nothing, but pleasantly surprised when she returned in kind. It’s a sweet and warm moment and once again the Guardian feels that soft and fragile thing flutter in her chest.

“See,” the Guardian whispers against Crow’s lips as she caresses his face, maintaining steady eye contact, “all okay. You are you.”

Crow’s brows upturn at her words, feeling almost overwhelmed. Those words offered more solace to his heart than the kisses —kisses which he could hardly believe happened. He’ll have to make sure she was on the same page as him later, because any further and Crow would fall even more inextricably in love with the Guardian.

They lean into each other for some time, letting the comforting silence speak for them. Beside them, the fire pops as it fades off, nearly just embers now.

Crow’s the first to move, stretching behind himself to reach a spare log. He tosses it onto the middle of the fire. It doesn’t catch right away, but the Guardian flicks a bit of solar Light at it and soon the fire cackles warmly again.

Adjusting himself, Crow scoots closer to the Guardian so that they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder.

“Could you tell me—only if you want to—about…” Unsure of how to ask and knowing it’s taboo for guardians to learn details of their past, Crow trails off.

“I-I just want to listen...if that would help.”

The Guardian catches his hand at that and brings it to her lips. She plants a gentle kiss on his palm. Looking into Crow’s eyes, she slowly nods. He leans forward to give the Guardian a chaste peck on her lips. Crow adjusts how he’s sitting to embrace the Guardian from behind and she shifts to lean into him.

“No questions about details related to your past, alright? Only if you don’t understand something like time or place.”

Crow nods several times, suddenly feeling shy and too anxious to speak. He hugs the Guardian tightly before easing up to let her speak.

“Alright,” She sounds a bit tired now, the exact kind of weariness that only comes from raging against a deep grief and losing the battle, but accepting the scars and moving on. One foot in front of the other. “it’s a Golden Age saying that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.”

“Let me tell you the story of how a beloved space cowboy, an enigmatic jailer, and a terribly misguided, but utterly-devoted-to-his-dead-sister brother collided into absolute tragedy.”

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