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Project Halberd, Chapter 3: Protobot Armour

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Upon arriving in the next room the trio is met with rows upon rows of containers filled with colourful vehicle parts attached to a rail system that is meant for transport from one point to another following a path on the ceiling of the hall. Excitedly Axe Knight points at them giving Meta Knight an enthusiastic look as he whispers to him. “Those can bring us straight to Mace Knight's location! We just have to sneak inside and let the machines do the rest.”

The blue knight observes the vehicle parts with great attention. It seems as though they were just large enough for the duo to remain obscured within a corner. A perfect hiding spot. All they need to do is to get past the workers first. Looking left and right he spots two Haltworkers eagerly moving differently coloured parts around and checking each for damages and imperfections. He would just have to find the right moment to sneak past them. As he whispers back to the skull-faced warrior he lifts a hand, not lifting his gaze from the Haltworkwers for even a second. “Which of these containers do you suggest we head for?”

The rail system has space for eight containers simultaneously, with six present at the time. Axe Knight analyses each from afar with a stern expression. The Haltworkers seem to move parts from containers featuring a single colour to one that holds a variety of differing colours. That is the one Axe Knight points towards as he replies, silently. “This one is being prepared for transport to the next section. Perhaps if we could cause a distraction these workers would look away just long enough for us to sneak inside.”

Meta Knight's gaze falls upon their new robot friend, who stares back at him attentively. He didn't need to speak a word, JAV138 begins to make its way towards one of the parts laid out for further damage inspection and pretends to get stuck on one of its corners, knocking it over onto the ground with a loud thud. In shock both Haltworkers turn their attention towards the robot, who innocently continues to float around. Hastily the two rush to the fallen part, lifting it off the ground nervously checking for damages while cursing the security unit under their breaths.

In the meantime Meta Knight signals for Axe Knight to get going. With swift yet silent steps they make their way to the container and climb into the corners of one of the lower hanging vehicle parts. The horned warrior moves his hands in front of his mouth holding back a chuckle. This had been the funniest thing he had done all week. Meta Knight, however, keeps his cool carefully continuing to listen in on what is going on outside of the container.

They can hear the two Haltworkers chatting before placing another part into the container. Soon after they can hear a gate shutting down. Axe Knight's eyes light up and he gives Meta Knight a triumphant thumbs up. Now it is only a matter of time until they will be transported to Mace Knight's location! Though he can't help but worry about JAV138. What if the robot behaves in a suspicious manner causing workers and security to become suspicious? Meta Knight is confident that the robot will find its way back to them eventually.

A couple minutes later a robotic arm appears above the container and lifts it up into the air before beginning to move the box away from this section of the factory. The two knights dare to peak out now that there are no more eyes on them and watch the many workers and machines go through their monotonous routines. Before too long Axe Knight points at their next destination, whispering loudly to not get drowned out by the sounds of the rails above. “There will be another worker there, but they will be busy preparing these parts for further assembly. At my signal we get outta here and sneak through the nearest gate. It should lead directly to Mace Knight's work station.”

Meta Knight nods, eyeing the gate closely. He can make out a figure clad in purple screwing lamps onto a vehicle part that looks much like the one they are currently hiding in. Shortly after the container is lowered into position and the gate opens once again. Axe Knight lifts a finger, carefully observing the motions of the Haltworker responsible for this section. They take out a part from a different box and begin to carry it to yet another machine.

As the worker turns their back to their container, Axe Knight signals for the two to leave. With his heart racing he rushes around a corner through the next gate and hides pressed against the other side of the wall, observing the area while keeping an eye open for Meta Knight who follows closely behind him. He lets out a sigh and then finally lays eyes upon his friend in need.

Mace Knight is right there, still wasting away doing his job, not noticing them yet. Without much further hesitation Axe Knight swiftly sneaks towards his side, heart pounding in his chest. The worker almost shrieks in surprise as he notices his friend. Axe Knight is here! Truly here! He can hardly contain his excitement, holding his hands against his mouth before embracing him in a tight hug. Angrily he whispers into his ear as the viking furiously hugs back. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is? If security catches wind of this you're finished!”

Remembering the alarm from earlier worry creeps up on the assembly worker. He takes a deep breath. As frightened as he is there is a faint hope growing within his heart. By no means does he believe that they can actually leave this factory alive. The container method can only be used one way, they would have to find a different path out. Axe Knight holds onto his friend's shoulders and gestures towards the approaching Meta Knight with a nod. “Not with this knight by our side. He'll make short proces with anyone who will stand in our way! We run to the nearest exit and he'll chip away at anyone who dares to come close!”

The tall purple worker looks at the mercenary, unsure about his strength. He does look fierce, but could he truly stand up against war machines? It may be a high risk, yet he can't miss out on this chance. He doubted Axe Knight's words before, it is about time he trusts him. With a heavy heart he accepts the proposal. “Okay, there is a route we could take that should have less eyes on us initially.”

The knight turns around to face into the direction opposite of where they came from. Axe Knight strikes a victory pose exclaiming with glee. “Yeah, we will show them what's what!” Swiftly Mace Knight leads the two intruders towards the direction of a backdoor, attempting to look as non-suspicious as possible in the process. He briefly stops at a wall full of lockers and withdraws something from within without a word. As he turns around Meta Knight is surprised to find a huge morningstar resting within his arms. The cyborg nods as briefly explains himself. “Now we can go. I'm not gonna go through this unarmed.”

Axe Knight gives him two thumbs up and then giddily rushes to the nearby backdoor. The idea of being so close to freedom fills him with intense excitement that threatens to burst out at any scond. As he swings the door open a loud thud can be heard. Startled, he turns back to the door looking it up and down, yet it appears to be fine. Meta Knight turns around at that moment, having heard the thud coming from even further behind them.

“Something's coming,” he whispers just before the sounds reach their ears once again, now recognisable as metallic steps. A large robotic suit of armour stomps into view piloted by none other than Cyborg Samurai, Mace Knight's coworker who left earlier. Axe Knight's and his friend's eyes flash a bright red as they are struck with the startling realisation. Both exclaim at the same time what it is they are being faced with; “The Protobot Armour!”

Meta Knight doesn't hesitate to draw his sword in sparkling flash of yellow light as the machine approaches, a sharp look gracing his face, determination dazzling within his eyes. The suit of armour raises its arms in a display of threat as the samurai gives them a final warning. “Is this how you honour the man who has saved your life, repaired your broken body and offered you food and shelter, Mace Knight? Return to your station this instant and I shall forget about your transgressions. The other two, however, will be crushed for daring to trespass onto this property!”

A cold shiver runs down Mace Knight's spine. Of course he was immensely grateful for everything President Haltmann had done for him, yet was it enough to surrender his freedom for duty? The answer didn't come easy to him initially, yet now he knows what he needs to do; leave and never come back. “Gladly I worked for him out of gratitude for years, Cyborg, same as you, but there is a point in time where an agreement turns into exploitation and you need to realise that! This is your chance to leave as well, Cyborg! Come with us.”

Axe Knight pumps his fist in the air, agreeing with his best friend wholeheartedly, if perhaps sceptical about the probability of this warrior changing sides given how prepared he is, yet he cheers loudly all the same. “He's right, Cy! You gotta see that.” The Protobot Armour takes a step further towards the group, weapons readied for combat, his voice full of aggression as he snaps back at them. “If that's your final answer, then you too shall perish!”

Cyborg Samurai slams the right fist of the armour to the ground where the trio is standing. Axe Knight and Mace Knight cower in fear, weapons raised defensively. This is the end, they think, sobbing as their demise appears to be imminent. They hear a loud thud, yet there is no pain. Both look themselves up and down before raising their faces to stare at their companion. Meta Knight stands tall between the two, sword held high with two hands against the fist, eyes glowing with willpower, gaze shifting to the two as he speaks to them with a serious tone. “Continue to head for the exit. We just need to slow him down enough, this isn't over yet.”

“This is impossible! Mountains crumble before the might of the Protobot Armour! How are you still standing?” The samurai shouts, retracting his fist in a swinging motion, stepping back while gritting his teeth beneath his helmet, growling. “Dumb luck, that's all that was. Watch this!” He lifts the left arm of the machine which features a cannon, the circular parts within spin and glow as the weapon charges up with a violent sound. “We gotta get outta here!” Axe Knight shrieks before making a mad dash towards the door, followed by a frightened Mace Knight.

Meta Knight, however, does not back off. Instead he watches closely for a moment, annoying Cyborg Samurai immensely. Much to the worker's shock the knight steps forward just as the cannon is supposed to go off and does a swift back-flip kicking the weapon upwards so it's forced to aim into the air. A loud booming sound is heard as the cannon goes off and smoke fills the room, obscuring Meta Knight. This is his chance to slip away.

Grumbling Cyborg Samurai bats the smoke away, stepping forward In search of the escaping knights. The sirens of an alarm can be heard, putting pressure onto both his own mind and that of the escapees in the distance. Meta Knight catches up with the duo, as they make their way towards the fence that surrounds the factory. He signals his arrival to them with a wave, both cheering in delight. “You made it!”

“I thought you were a goner for sure!” Mace Knight exclaims, “He is not someone to be underestimated! Told you so!” Axe Knight replies, while Meta Knight turns back to see whether they are being followed. For the first time today he is visibly surprised as he discovers the armour he thought to be slow and sluggish racing after them with extreme speed. Before he can react the robot bats him away into the direction of a garbage container with a loud bang.

The duo gasps, turning around as they run, their jaws would drop if they had any. “Meta Knight!” Axe Knight shouts, while Mace Knight lifts his weapon ready to strike, shivering in fear. A sinister chuckle overcomes the samurai. “Hehehe, you really thought you could escape someone wearing the Protobot Armour? You should consider it an honour to be obliterated by its hand!” He points his cannon at them once again, this time already halfway charged up. The duo gulps, ready to parry the attack, desperately hoping that it would work.

Suddenly a sword slashes through the weak joint connecting the cannon to the rest of the armour and it drops to the ground with a thud. Meta Knight swooped by within the blink of an eye, red cape flaring out behind him revealing two impressive bat-like wings, sword still held out to his side. The samurai stares at him dumbfounded. It takes a few seconds until he finds himself capable of commenting on the matter. “You- you actually damaged the Protobot Armour? That… that is unforgivable!”

With a growl he commands the remaining arm to lunge forward towards the knight. Swiftly Meta Knight jumps on top of the arm and from there onto the cockpit of the armour. Before the arm can reach him he has already pulled the samurai out of his seat and thrown him onto the ground. The armour, now without a pilot, shuts down and Meta Knight leaps off of it landing in front of the other warrior holding his sword to his face.

The cyborg finds himself laying face down on the ground, unarmed and at the edge of a blade, all he can do now is run or surrender. Meta Knight briefly looks up to check in on his two companions, only to find them still waiting for him. “Keep going even when I'm behind!” He shouts as he steps towards them. “We gotta stick together! This is about leaving nobody behind!” Mace Knight replies loudly. Sniffling, Axe Knight rubs his eyes, sobbing. “This is the most beautiful conclusion you could have come to, Mace.”

Grumbling Meta Knight looks behind himself. Several security units are on the way to their location, floating even over the buildings to reach the trespassers. With a huff he narrows his eyes and turns his heels stepping forward. Suddenly, a hand grabs his cape, keeping him from going any further. Cyborg Samurai holds onto him tightly, yelling at him with a demanding undertone. “Don't just leave without finishing me off! Do not dishonour me thus!”

Meta Knight narrows his eyes at the fallen samurai disapprovingly, his gaze briefly shifting towards the approaching security units. With swift steps Axe Knight and Mace Knight move in front of the two, weapons raised high to buy them some time, the latter yelling at his former colleague. “Stop that nonsense, Cyborg! Just come with us instead of pitying yourself to death!”

“It is not about self-pity!” The samurai shouts back, “I have dishonoured President Haltmann by my defeat, the very person who saved my life. I must regain this honour by paying with this very life.” With a sharp exhale Meta Knight reacts, turning around once again walking towards the exit, much to the samurai's shock. “There is no honour in killing when it is not necessary. I will not do such a thing,” he replies with a rough tone.

“No. I do not wish to be served by anyone for any reason,” Meta Knight replies coldly as he walks away, “Yet you may follow us out of here.” This is good enough for the samurai, for now. He nods and giddily follows the blue warrior. Meanwhile Mace Knight and Axe Knight begin to struggle with the incoming amount of enemy units. For every robot smashed with a morningstar or slashed with a battle axe two new enemies seem to appear. The four become more and more cornered in, with the fence just in reach.

The samurai's face lights up in awe as he watches Meta Knight leave. These words of this stranger, so oddly familiar and inspiring. As hesitant as he was to abandon his duty, the words of these knights are of truth. With all his strength he gets back up and stumbles after the unfamiliar warrior, mumbling with emotion.

“Your code of honour… You must have learned from the great Morpho Knight! You've spared my life and therefore I owe you like I did President Haltmann before. Please allow me to serve you instead from this day forward!” He bows down to the knight while his former coworkers clash their weapons with the security units, visibly surprised, yet hoping for the approval of the mysterious knight.

Meta Knight raises his sword to the side ready to jump into action as suddenly one of the units begins to shoot down most of the robots directly surrounding the group. It is JAV138 who came back for them! The knight smiles and sheaths his sword before taking hold of Axe Knight and Mace Knight, wings spreading out wide before he takes flight taking the two warriors with him. They yelp in surprise, but quickly regain their composure, holding onto the knight while looking back to the chaos they're leaving behind at the factory.

The Cyborg Samurai reveals a jetpack on his back, floating after the team with great speed and regained confidence, followed by the rogue security unit, JAV138 who sets a couple more shots flying as they leave the area. “They will likely not give up so easily. We need to leave the planet as soon as possible,” Meta Knight explains while leading the team back to where he left Captain Vul with the stolen spaceship.

Axe Knight cheers as the factory fades into the distance. “I can't believe we actually made it out of this alive! The second I saw that armour I thought we were done for!” His friend remains a little more wary, replying with a cautious tone. “We aren't safe yet. They will certainly report this to the GSA. We are going to be wanted criminals. Still better than rotting away in that factory, I suppose.”

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As the group approaches the hidden away spaceship Captain Vul takes another drag from his cigar, eyes narrowed as he looks into the distance, noticing that Meta Knight has come with more companions than expected. “Should 'ave expected the unexpected wit' that lad…”

Swiftly he rushes inside and starts the ship for a quick escape, leaving the door open as the vehicle rises into the air for the warriors to enter. “Hurry! We will likely be followed!” Meta Knight exclaims to the captain as he drops the two warriors back down and wanders to his seat as the door closes with everyone safely inside. The captain groans disgruntled. “Are ye determined t' get us killed? I thought this was gonna be a stealth mission! How much ruckus did ye cause?”

The four rescued warriors look out the window trying to spot the factory, both excited and anxious, except for JAV138 who keeps a cool head. “The HWC is aware of our transgressions and is going to report this event to the GSA. Caution is advised.” The captain takes a deep breath and gives Meta Knight a stern look, muttering something under his breath.

Remaining confident Meta Knight folds his wings back underneath his red cape, giving the captain some hope with his words. “We shall head to Silverstar first, then come up with a new strategy there. I'd hope to discard this ship to avoid suspicion.” The captain sighs with a weak smile, setting everything in motion for a quick travel to another planet. “Headin' t' Silverstar.”

#Meta Knight #axe knight #javelin knight #mace knight #Trident knight #captain vul #my terrible writing #project halberd #gethoce #had this finished for weeks but was too lazy to do the final editing whoops #slowest writer in the galaxy right here

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anesidoraa · 3 months

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my hot take is that michaelis with the javelin is the best looking rival ms.

#g-witch #witch from mercury #g witch #darilbalde has way too many gimmicks that it ends up feeling tacky and boring to me #not to mention i don't like the pilot much and most jeturk suits #i liked pharact's shape but eh still not the best looking to me. the expansion gun also looks weird on it.#michaelis though looks creepy and sick esp now with the javelin. i always liked grassley's style.#edited the tags

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poorlittlevampire · 7 months

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i need suzuki to say what the price will be for the omnichord im not kidding im too scared to spend large amounts rn bc what if im short by $50???? what then?????????

#its been a MONTH since they gave the last update #and that was just say three of the new rhythm patterns it will have #and they still have fall 2023 listed as the release date #like girl its october and we still know barely anything about it...#the other reason i wish theyd say the price earlier too is bc im really scared its gonna end up being like. a collector’s special edition #kinda thing. and have a much higher price than im expecting bc of that #and id rather know now so i can move on #than find out like the day it releases #bc that would be so much more disappointing #anyways im saying this bc i still havent preordered fashion dreamer bc of it. and i really want the javelin shirt but thats $40 so i #havent bought that either #i have been saving my money literally since they announced they were releasing a new model #like #i spent ≈$20 on a gift but thats it #itd be a lot less worrying if i had a job rn #but no one will hire me so #stabs myself in the chest eight times

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ringwaldtworldbuilding · 2 years

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flower-yi · 2 months

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Warm.

That's all he feels. Warmth. Somehow, over the bandages, Blade feels your warmth. He feels it under your cheek, surging onto his scarred palm and sitting there like a wound that won't close.

You're looking at him with those eyes of yours, again. Those eyes that glimmer and glisten. Those eyes that hadn't seen tragedy or pain. They sparkle with life bursting within them, and Blade chuckles bitterly.

You are the opposite of him. You have everything to live for, and everything to lose. Life is a blessing to you and it seems as if it being a curse has never once entered your brain.

"See? It's nice, right?" You chirp, two hands around his wrist. You're keeping his hand there right on your cheek, letting him feel what flesh that's alive is like. "I told you! I'm not fragile."

"It is not the concern of being fragile," Blade reiterates. "It's the concern of..."

The words fade from his lips when you're staring at him, wondering what he'll say.

...it's the concern of you turning to dust in his hands.

His entire purpose is to break and shatter, to mold himself from the pieces that's broken. His hands have done more evil than you've ever witnessed, set apart worlds that were joyful; unbroken. Set apart people that weren't meant to die.

But now, you're letting him cup your face. Your cheek. What do you think he is? A merciful killer?

A paradox. There's no such thing as a merciful when you hold a knife that kills.

You're suddenly lifting his gloved hand. Blade watches you place it on the other side of your face and you're beaming at him so brightly it fucking hurts.

"Concern of what? There's nothing to worry about here, you know," You say, all self-assured. "I haven't shattered, and that's what matters."

Blade's using both of his hands to hold your face, now.

Yet you haven't turned to dust. Haven't turned into a pile of blood-soaked ashes on the floor.

This is a dream. One he must wake up from.

Blade's hands begin to shake, yet his grip never tightens.

"Blade?"

Your voice feels so far away. The warmth quickly leaves him, bringing back the dead cold he feels...

Then, all he feels is a body close to his and arms around him. Pulled tightly into something that he struggles, jolts, moves, moving out of, squirming—

"Blade, it's me. It's okay."

You're embracing him.

It feels so warm.

He slips his eyes closed, content.

Warm.

#—stellaronhvnters.#hanyi-writing #blade #honkai star rail #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #this was written to the album of javelin by sufjan stevens!#some parallel to the jiggie work tbh #also im glad this got out of the vault LOL #i've been somehow having writerblock #but here you go!!#(edit: i can't believe i used the Wrong Tag.)

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javelinbk · 3 months

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A little bit of heartbreak for Valentine’s Day…

A Little Bit Yours - JP Saxe / The Beatles: Get Back

#not quite the serious academic research of paul’s touching men vid #but sometimes you just need a bit of melodrama #obv this is as fictional as anything on ao3 #don't blame me if there’s so much footage of them making googly eyes at each other #yes I also used this song for our version of events but it’s too them!#this would also be a good accompaniment to get a job cop now I come to think of it #john and paul #john lennon #paul mccartney #the beatles #javelin’s edit #beatles fanvids #mclennon music #mclennon songs #mclennon #happy valentine's day #javelin’s vids

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 1 year

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One More Sleep pt.1

batboys x reader

(A/N): Happy Holidays all! I was listening to this song and decided to write a blurb series about the batboys getting home early Christmas morning and have actually stuck to it so here's part 1! Part 2 will be out tomorrow but what it contains will depend on what I get written in the next 24 hours so we'll see what happens. [Edit: find pt. 2 here.] Many thanks to Red for brainstorming help. This series wouldn't exist if not for them. Also thanks to my sister who has read these and deemed them "tooth-rotting fluff." She's a Duke fan despite knowing nothing about DC other than what she hears from me.

And I've decided to dedicate these two parts to my lovely mutuals so @citrinesparkles, this one is for you. I hope you enjoy!

And Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

total wc: ~1800

warnings: non-graphic mentions of injury, exhaustion, specific mentions of Christmas, so. much. fluff.

Dick Grayson

wc: ~700

Dick yawns as he glances up at the screen in the airport. Baggage claim 6 holds the bags for the nonstop Christmas Eve flight from California to Gotham, apparently. He checks his watch: 1:30am. Well, Christmas now. Usually his family doesn't take commercial flights back from missions, but Dick’s cover demanded he take one from San Francisco to Gotham so he could use visiting California as his excuse.

Dick hikes his bag a little higher on his shoulders, wincing a little as his elbow tweaks even with the brace, and heads to the escalator that would lead him to the baggage claim. This early on Christmas morning, the airport is quieter than usual and the everyday Gotham bustle has been replaced with a weird sort of hollowness ringing in the air. Dick stretches his neck out—sore from hours on the javelin then the plane—and stops short. He can feel a smile spreading across his face. It’s nearly 2am on Christmas day and yet there you are: standing by the baggage claim with a thermos in one hand, the other crossed over your chest. He sees the moment you lay eyes on him in real time, when your eyes light up and a smile splits your features, and there’s a beat of warmth in his chest. He gets to have that—no one else.

Dick picks up his pace as you head towards him. And then your arms are around him and the solemnity of an empty airport can’t get to him anymore.

You pull back first, arms around his neck shifting for one hand to cup his face before you pull him to a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Dickie,” you say, forehead resting against his temple.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” Dick whispers. He pulls back this time, his left hand winding around your free one. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

You smile, handing him the thermos.

“Bruce sent me the flight details—it’s hot chocolate, I made it before I left—Bruce sent me the details and I said I’d pick you up to surprise you.”

Dick squeezes your hand as the two of you walk back towards the baggage claim. It’s moving now, a stilted circling around, though there are no bags yet.

“Best gift I could have asked for.”

“Oh so you don’t want the matching sweaters I bought for us the other day? Okay then.”

Dick hands you the thermos so he can grab his suitcase as it appears around the bend, playing devastated.

“Oh come on babe you know I have a weakness for sweaters,” he teases. You take the suitcase from him as soon as it touches the ground, swapping it with the thermos, and pull your linked hands over your shoulder, guiding him out of the airport and into the cold Gotham air. His energy is flagging now, even as the wind bites at his face, adrenaline from seeing you fading back into the after-mission kind of tired that a half-nap on a plane can’t fix.

Dick blinks his eyes open and he’s standing in front of your car. He opens the passenger door on autopilot, dropping his bag at his feet and placing the thermos into a cup holder in the center console. He climbs in and pulls the door shut before putting on his seatbelt and leaning against the window. Behind him, the trunk slams shut. The driver’s door opens and you turn the key in the ignition, sparking a burst of warm air from the vents. Dick shivers, still leaning against the car window.

Your hand, cold from outside, finds his and squeezes. Dick squeezes back, eyes half lidded now. He wants nothing more than to turn on the radio and sing Christmas songs with you for the 25 minutes it’ll take to get to his childhood home, but he’s quickly losing to his exhaustion.

There’s a nose pressed briefly against his cheekbone and warm lips pressed to his cheek for just a second before they withdraw.

“Take a nap,” you suggest. You selflessly know what’s best for him, always. Making sure you know a million times over will just have to be his new year’s resolution. He’s too tired now. “I’ll wake you when we get to the manor. Everyone’s already expecting us down at noon tomorrow. We’re doing brunch.”

And Dick, warm in adoration and surrounded by pine-scented car air freshener, lets his eyes flutter closed.

Jason Todd:

wc: ~450

The first thing Jason sees when the door opens is the clock above the electric fireplace, 3:02am blinking at him in red. The second is the christmas tree, bathing the living room in a soft glow. The fact that the tree is on tells him you’re not asleep in bed. If you were, you’d have left a lamp on for him. Jason feels his lips quirk up as he strides further into the apartment. There you are, on the couch, like you try to be every night he’s out late. Sometimes you wait him out: finish a book or binge watch a TV show. Sometimes, he gets home to you passed out on the couch.

Tonight, you’re dead to the world, snoring faintly. Jason feels something in his chest squeeze pleasantly. You’re wearing his long-sleeved tee, wrapped in the blanket Alfred made him years ago. He is yours and you are his, and if the fireplace doesn't say that well enough, then the matching apartment keys certainly do.

Jason detangles you from the blanket before pulling you into his arms. He’s done this same song and dance time and time before—you lose the battle to sleep more than you win—but the knowledge that you love him enough to try still sits heavy in his chest. All these years in, and he can’t believe you choose him every night. Guilt settles in his chest as he places you on the bed, red sheets and holiday comforter pulled up over you. It’s Christmas morning now; he’s missed Christmas Eve. Again. And then he turns to the dresser and sees his santa pj pants and a shirt laid out on top and remembers that he’s so much better with you than without you and maybe that’s selfish but it’s Christmas and he’s allowed to be selfish just this once.

A quick face wash, change into pjs, and one teeth brushing later, Jason’s crawling into bed. His hair is mostly dry from the shower he took at the batcave before he headed home, and he’s more grateful now that it’s not dripping down his neck than he was when Dick was needling him about it in the batcave.

Your eyes blink blearily when he pulls the blankets up around him.

“Jay?”

You’re moving towards him before he can respond and Jason’s arms come up automatically to wrap around you.

“Yeah,” he answers. His voice is hoarse, stripped from him by the unadulterated care you show him, even half-asleep.

“Hm. Merry Christmas. I love you,” you say, shifting your head to rest on his chest.

You’re asleep once more before his voice unsticks, and he tightens his grip, pulling you closer against him.

“I love you too.”

Duke Thomas:

wc: ~650

Duke opens the door to his shared apartment at 12:30am on Dec 25. He’s actually earlier than he thought he’d be. The snow that made his trip longer let up enough to let him head home 18 hours ago, which means he gets to wake up Christmas morning with his partner and he’s ecstatic.

The first thing he hears is a rustling of paper and a frantic “Waitwaitwaitwait, close your eyes!”

Duke stops short, one hand over his closed eyes and the other shutting the front door behind him.

“My eyes are closed,” he informs you, a smile crossing his face. He missed you so much. Duke can hear as you stand up and walk over to him, socked feet light on the floor.

“Keep your eyes closed,” you warn as your arms wrap around him. He obeys even as he tips his head onto your shoulder. You smell like laundry detergent and holiday candles and home.

A crushing hug later and you pull away, a hand on his back nudging him towards the bedroom. He nearly trips trying to kick off his shoes and lets you guide him. Once he’s crossed the bedroom doorway, Duke turns around to look at you. You’re in Christmas pajamas and your hair is messy, but your eyes are shining brightly even in the dim light. You pull him down for a quick kiss.

“I’ll let you know when I’m done wrapping, okay? Now take a shower, you smell like a gym locker room.”

Duke laughs and ducks his head down for another kiss.

“I’d argue but I’ve also been smelling me recently so I agree.” You laugh back at him, squeezing his bicep before you turn back to the living room.

“Love you!” Duke calls out as he closes the door.

“Love you too!”

Duke’s halfway through his shower before he realizes that he hasn’t wrapped his gifts. Okay, that’s not exactly fair. He’s wrapped some of them, when you and he wrapped everything for your respective families together before he left. He hasn’t wrapped your gifts. You take great joy in teasing him about it every year. He remembers to shop but always forgets the second step so you usually do it together. Except he can’t wrap your gifts with you there and now it’s Christmas and he still hasn’t done it.

“Hey starlight?” Duke yells from just outside the bedroom door. He’s got a hand over his eyes again even though they’re closed, and is dressed in a t-shirt and pj pants—the pants match yours: dark green with Christmas lights on them.

“Yeah sunshine?” You call back. It’s a little absentminded, and he smiles at the routine call and response. He can’t remember when it started, but you started calling him sunshine at some point and you’re the nighttime to balance his day so he ran through a few and that one stuck.

“Can I have the wrapping paper?” There’s a pause and then a laugh.

“I’ve just got to cut paper for this last present and then I’ll bring it over.” There’s a little bit of shuffling and then scissors cutting paper and then a roll of wrapping paper bumping against his free hand.

“Have fun,” you tell him, and he can hear the smile in your voice. “I’ll knock when I’m done.”

Duke’s working on his second gift when there’s a knock on the bedroom door.

“When you’re done, I’ll be on the couch.”

“Thanks, starlight!” Duke calls back through the door. Two more gifts and he’s finished, and he opens the door to walk back into the living room. Duke leans the present against the ones already at home under the tree then stands up, eyes flicking to the clock before landing on you.

“Bed?” You ask, reaching a hand out.

“Bed,” he agrees, taking your hand. Sure, it’s Christmas already, but the presents are second to eight hours wrapped in each other’s arms.

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I've always wanted to learn how to draw bigger people but I often only find tutorials for like muscular men with six-packs and stuff so I was wondering if you have any tips or tutorials or something because the way you draw both men and women has me in a chokehold ahshdj they all look so good and soft and like they'd give the best hugs!!!

aww thank you so much! 💖🤧 and i can definitely help you my dear, i've been in the same spot as you - its really hard to find good references of fat bodies without encountering heavily edited pictures or ads about how to loose weight. you really need to have luck or know people who can help you. but ur in luck, i got some pointers for you >:)

Look for pictures of athletes, preferably of sports that require body mass such as rugby, american football, any throw sport (shot put, discus, hammer, javelin), wrestlers commonly have some body fat on them, POWER LIFTERS. I would avoid (fashion) models because the pictures are often edited heavily and thus warp your perceiption of fat distribution, but they're not too bad for ordinary fullbody poses, so we gotta work with what we got. I have a pin board i made for myself with various bodytypes, consisting of athletes and plus size models that i hope can help you!

What really helped me to really emulate and portray mass on bodies is simply drawing rounded shapes (NOT circles. rather egg/soft trapezoid shapes, overlapping with each other). Fat stacks ONTO your muscles, it will make everything rounder and softer. You can play with the shapes to create different fat distribution. Here is a post from hometownrockstar on tumblr about this topic thats very insightful with sketches explaining everything.

Morpho: Fat and Skin Folds: Anatomy for Artists by Michel Lauricella. this book is the holy grail i swear. i finally purchased a real copy of the book not too long ago and i use translucent paper and simply trace the sketches from the book for practice and its a GODSENT. definitely worth an investment. I previously only owned it as a pdf, which i will gladly send to anyone who sends me a dm or an ask :) for copyright reasons i wont distribute it openly. and zlibrary recently got shut down so lmfao we gotta help each other out

Drawing from life! there's this awesome site with homemade photographic references for artists of fat bodies called fat photo ref. you'll need to ask for admittance via email but they usually respond fairly quickly, took 2-3 days for me. :) its all organized in tags so you can quickly sort and browse.

Hope this helps! <3

#have fun and remember practice makes perfect :P <333 #askbox #anonymous #ok to reblog

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Galatea sprite that took wayyy too long but I'm happy with it (aside from the javelin, but I'm planning in editing this later for a CG)

#limbus company #limbus oc #PSE galatea #projectmoon #she'll be on artfight this year ^^

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#is this funny. or anythjnf at all. i was bored.#m.txt

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Top Albums of 2023

Hello everyone!

It's that time of year again! For me personally, it's been a hectic year, but an exciting one too. I did my best to keep up with new music, and listened to new albums with pretty good regularity, however I didn't find myself revisiting a lot of new records, at least not yet. In the list to come, I definitely see most of them as growers, records I'll fall in love with in the years to come, that already have left a strong impression on me. Just this year alone I spent a lot of time with 2022 releases I adored like Alvvays' Blue Rev and Panda Bear & Sonic Boom's Reset, and another record I'll give special mention to in a minute. I'm hoping to fall more in love with these records, and all the records I missed this year! Let's dive in

My Favorite Record from 2022 That I Listened to For the First Time in 2023: MJ Lenderman - Boat Songs

Ripping off this gimmick from Steven Hyden, who actually put this record tied for the #1 spot last year (with Big Thief's fantastic double album that was in my own top 10). I really became enamored with the alt-country sound this year, and this record was just the perfect scratch for that itch. The songs veer from aching to rocking, sometimes in the same track. My absolute favorite song of the year was "You Are Every Girl to Me" on this album, which evokes such strong feelings in me it's hard to describe. MJ had a big year being part of Wednesday, but I'm excited to see where he goes next as a solo artist!

Honorable Mentions: The Replacements - Tim (Let It Bleed Edition) M83 - Fantasy Alan Palomo - World of Hassle Greg Mendez - Greg Mendez Olivia Rodrigo - GUTS

10. Sufjan Stevens - Javelin

I've been a Sufjan fan for a long time now, probably around 8 years or so. I've always admired his ability to capture such intimate feelings with such sweeping and varied instrumentations. His last full length under his own name, The Ascension, came out in 2020, when a lot of new music wasn't really sticking with me. The Ascension had the same vastness that I came to know in Sufjan's work, but it felt slightly distant. Javelin closes that gap. From social media posts, it seems like Sufjan has had a tough year, and this record is about grappling with pain and loss. Removed from that narrative, the songs here build and grow with such beauty that although I've only listened in full once, I'm almost saving myself from the full wallop I know this record will give me once I really dive in. Thank you Sufjan, for everything.

Crucial track: "Shit Talk"

9. Squid - O Monolith

Squid are an exciting band to come out of the vibrant post-post(-post?)-punk scene in England. I really liked their 2021 debut, Bright Green Field, but it was sprawling and epic, and it could feel tough to revisit. O Monolith takes everything that was great about BGF and builds on it, while also focusing in a bit more. With 8 songs at about 40 minutes, this record experiments with post-rock-esque tension builds, vocoders, and engaged, involved guitar work. I feel like these songs will work well live as well. Excited to see how this band continues to grow!

Crucial track: "Siphon Song"

8. Wednesday - Rat Saw God

I know, I know, how surprising. I am not immune to Wednesday's Rat Saw God being on my year end list. Despite not having listened to this record a ton, I can definitely already feel like this is going to go down as a critical cornerstone of where alternative/guitar-oriented rock music will go for maybe the rest of the decade. As I fell in love with MJ Lenderman's Boat Songs, I grew to appreciate this record more and more. With huge, crushing fuzzed-out electric guitars mixed with beautiful pedal steel, it's really hard to resist this record's charms. Even revisiting their 2021 record, Twin Plagues, was a delight. Can't wait to listen to it more!

Crucial track: "Chosen to Deserve"

7. JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - SCARING THE HOES

Another hyped up album I couldn't help but put on my list. While not being super long to begin with, this record flies by, and it can be hard to miss everything. I've been a fan of Danny Brown for awhile, and have skirted around JPEGMAFIA's work, so this was a good introduction to hear them work so well together. JPEG's production here is insane, and both are firing at full mischievous speed. Just check out that sample at the end of "Fentanyl Tester".

Crucial track: "Fentanyl Tester"

6. Mitski - The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We

Yay! Mitski! After the kind of underwhelming Laurel Hell from last year, this record finds Mitski back at nearly full strength. Again, my weakness for pedal steel bleeds through, and I love Mitski experimenting with a new, more acoustic and natural sound. This is another record I haven't listened to more than once or twice yet, but I'm still excited to fall more in love with it. She's back!!

Crucial Track: "Bug Like an Angel"

5. The Tubs - Dead Meat

As a huge fan of bands such as Los Campesinos! and Martha, I've always had a soft spot for British rock bands with heart. The Tubs are no different, and in my year-end revisit, this record really stood out to me. It has the jangle of old British folk and early R.E.M. with the propulsion of Joyce Manor, not forsaking sweet melodies and harmonies along the way. At 28 minutes long, I insist you give this a spin!

Crucial track: "That's Fine"

4. Yo La Tengo - This Stupid World

For a long time, Yo La Tengo admittedly did not click with me that much. I'm not sure what changed, but their ability to vary between raucous, distorted shoegaze to calm, reflective instrumentals really stuck with me. On This Stupid World, they've once again found that sweet balance. Bolstered by arguably one of the best concerts I went to this year, I've really come to love this record a lot.

Crucial Track: "This Stupid World"

3. Avey Tare - 7s

Avey Tare has always been my favorite member of Animal Collective. His 2019 record, Cows on Hourglass Pond, is my favorite solo release from anyone in the group. Avey has apparently been sitting on 7s for a little bit now, and I'm so glad it's in the world. Avey continues his unique blend of experimentation with profound moments of beauty, melody and depth. He's also been working more with the bass guitar on his and AnCo's latest albums, and it really works well on tracks like "Invisible Darlings" and "The Musical". Hey Bog is an epic in a year full of Animal Collective epics. Very happy with this one!

Crucial Track: "Lips at Night"

2. Animal Collective - Isn't It Now?

Animal Collective have always inspired a dedicated, eager fanbase. After a few years doing their own things, the four core members of the group have reunited to make an ultimate "for the heads" record, with Isn't It Now. Last year's Time Skiffs built on a lot of things the band as a four-piece did well, and made it more melodic and accessible (again, Avey's bass playing and Panda Bear sitting behind a proper drum kit have changed their sound in a way you wouldn't expect), however this record takes it one step deeper. As typical with Animal Collective records, the band often plays songs that will appear on the *next* record on tour for the one they just put out. As a result, when I saw Animal Collective twice last year, they played most of the songs that ended up on this record. However, I did not fall victim to demoitis, and these songs sound magnificent. Definitely their densest record, but full of rich sounds, melodies and just the right amount of melancholy. Really really love this one.

Crucial Track: "Genie's Open"

1.Jeff Rosenstock - HELLMODE

Jeff Rosenstock is my favorite musical artist. For nearly 20 years, everything he has put out, whether under his own name with his backing "Death Rosenstock" group, Bomb the Music Industry!, or Antarctigo Vespucci, has been great to amazing punk music. On HELLMODE, his first full-length since moving to California in early 2020, has Jeff more level-headed and reflective than ever, but also bursting with the sheer kinetic energy that has made his work a joy to listen to and experience since i became a fan in early college (seriously, go see Jeff live if you can!). There's a maturation here that doesn't sacrifice his passion in the slightest. This feels like a big budget record, but in all the right ways. Songs like I WANNA BE WRONG, 3 SUMMERS, and LIFE ADMIN capture the feelings of trying to work through your own life with so much crashing down around us. This has been the most in-love I've been with a new record in a long time, where I could really not get enough of it in the first month when it was released.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! Here's hoping to a peaceful, loving and fulfilling 2024. Much love to all!

#me #year end list #sufjan stevens #squid band #wednesday band #jpegmafia #danny brown #mitski #the tubs #yo la tengo #avey tare #animal collective #jeff rosenstock

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