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rocicrew · 1 year
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So you so nailed the Amos & Holden voices in the 4x08 prompt I’m here to ask for more please! #17 I can’t sleep, can I stay here and or #18 It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep.
Angst/fluff Prompt List, accepting
Insomnia had a steady presence in the course of Holden's adult life. It'd happened back when he was living on Earth but rarer. The manual labor helped knock him out in his teens and on the occasions it didn't, he was content to pick up a book and get whatever reading he hadn't had the chance to during the day. As responsibility grew, novels gave their way to briefs, court hearings, and land ownership law. Usually, he was able to make it back to bed to get a couple hours of sleep in, but one day, Mother Elise had found him asleep on the desk with the papers sprawled under his head. They never spoke of it. Two months later, she told him to go and not come back.
Then came the Navy. The drills and training helped a lot, but after making it as a lieutenant he had a few sleepless nights here and there thinking of everything he saw and heard on deck. How they viewed their job, their power, Mars, and the Belt. It hadn't been something he expected.
It'd made sense at first to join. Prove that he could win a battle, even if it wasn't the one he was raised to fight. After being dishonorably discharged, the sleepless nights grew in number. At first, it was that ship keeping him awake. The one he didn't shoot, but couldn't save either. People, children, floating to space because his superiors were on a power trip. He wanted nothing to do with it.
So he run.
The next decade blurred into the same kind of routine. Casually sleeping with people, drinking but not getting too drunk with people that he knew but didn't actually know, and laying in his bunk counting screws on the metal structures above. Drifting through ships and hopping on the next when responsibility came knocking. Just existing.
He failed at everything he tried to make a difference to. It wouldn't have been wise to try something again. Instead, he got to know people and places whose faces would drift by whenever he couldn't sleep.
He tried to help again, during one night he couldn't sleep, and fell right into an interplanetary war.
The Roci was no different. It was different, but it didn't stop insomnia from coming back like an old friend. After Eros, it was nightmares that kept him awake. But then, he could turn on his other side, bury his face in the crook of Naomi's neck, and breathe her in to soothe his racing heart. Whether or not he was able to fall asleep after that didn't matter. It was a peace that'd been hard to come by lately.
Now Naomi wasn't here anymore. And their, his cabin now, only made it worse.
He ruined that, too.
So, the galley it was. A fresh cup of coffee in his hands; hot, bitter, and comforting on his tongue. He wouldn't be getting any sleep with the additional dose of caffeine, but he wasn't going to be getting that rest tonight anyway.
The next stop was the Ops deck. He might as well be getting some chunk of work done if he was going to be keeping himself awake.
"It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?" a voice suddenly asked as soon as he climbed up the ladder.
Holden faltered, trying to steady himself and the cup of coffee in his hands.
"Jesus, Amos," he exhaled as he tried to compose himself when he stepped onto the deck. "Thought you'd be at the machine shop."
That was a better excuse than I'd forgotten whose turn it was to keep watch. He was the Captain, and that was on his list of responsibilities.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say Amos looked apologetic. But he didn’t mention that. He only rounded up the crash couch and sat on the one next to the mechanic.
"I can’t sleep," he grunted, taping the edge of his bulb. "Can I stay here?"
"Whatever, Cap. It's your ship," Amos casually replied.
"Our ship," Holden corrected even if he understood Amos didn't exactly mean it that way.
One ship. Four owners, three crewmen, two governments up their asses, and one court order that would empty whatever money they'd been paid by Fred or Avasarala in the meantime.
Except it wouldn't even be their ship anymore. Mars would take it unless they found a way to keep paying the legal fees. Transport jobs would be enough for a little bit, but unless they found another legitimate source of income, they'd have to say goodbye to their home.
An empty laugh coursed through him at the irony of the situation.
Amos looked confused, and he couldn't blame him. Holden just shook his head to let him know he hadn't misunderstood anything. "Nothing, I was just thinking," Holden said. "My parents always prepared me to fight for our farm. I never imagined, after I left, that I'd have to do it for our home."
He exhaled, deflating, and fell back on the couch. The farm was a losing battle. Would the Roci be the same? A couple of owners were no match against a government. It really was the same. He closed his eyes and tried not to imagine them falling from his hands like live soil. He failed.
"So? We'll fight who we need to fight. It's not our first time against Mickies," Amos deadpanned.
A smile spread through his lips. The tiniest bit of weight lifting from his sour mood. If anything else failed, he could rely on Amos' ability to face a problem head-on.
"Unless someone decides to gift us a shit ton of money, we're screwed," he explained.
"Would've guessed saving the solar system paid more."
Holden chuckled at that. As if.
A beat passed when neither of them talked. Holden turned to look at him while taking a sip from his drink. Amos wasn't looking at him but he could tell he was trying to work something out.
When he finally did, he spoke. "That's what you've been losing sleep over?"
No, was the immediate answer, but it would be a lie. Or at least, it would be a half-truth. There were other reasons, further up his list from everything that'd happened lately that kept him up, but Mars trying to take back the ship was included.
"What can we do?" Amos asked instead, trying to figure out if there was a practical course of action.
"I don't know. But I don't see any way we can keep the ship and not draw attention." Holden grimaced as he spoke. It might save the ship, but it wasn't a solution he necessarily wanted to take.
"That journalist you were saying?"
"Yeah," he confirmed. "They'll pay us good money to be on board. Maybe enough to keep the ship and share some four ways."
Amos adverted his gaze at that. Right, Naomi was a difficult topic still. It was for him, too. Her absence affected him more than he wanted to say. However, this way, at least, he could show her she had a home for her to come back to. When she wanted to. If she wanted to.
"But we'll be having some strangers filming us all the time, I can't ask you to do that." Nothing that major would be offered without downsides. He'd talked about it with Alex, and the pilot had agreed to quote on quote 'keep his girl'. But Amos might be even less enthusiastic than him at the prospect of strangers poking into their business and being in the spotlight.
Amos didn't say any of that. He just asked. "When?"
"We have a large window to reply." From what Holden could tell, they wouldn't be taking back their offer any time soon, "And some time until our money runs out."
"Right, so get some rest. Worry about it, later."
Yeah, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
"That ship has sailed," he grunted, leaning back on the couch again.
He hadn't yet found the trick of putting his worries on the back burner. Sometimes, he envied how the mechanic didn't seem to worry about anything. But then he thought about it in more detail, and it just made him sad. Nevertheless, he appreciated the straightforward advice Amos provided since they'd gotten close. At the very least, it helped take some of the edge off and break the looping pattern of worrying thoughts, even if the worry never truly faded.
Getting lost in those thoughts, he didn't notice Amos squirming in his seat. It was only his voice that pulled him out of it.
"Look, I know I'm not the first person you'd come for this," Holden opened his mouth as if to object, but Amos didn't let him. They both knew the truth, anyway. "But you can - I dunno, talk to me if you need to, and I can listen."
"You're plenty of help, Amos," Holden tried to console, but the words brought a smile to his lips. He meant it. There were countless practical ways he had been helpful even if they usually veered towards violent solutions to their problems. And he knew that what he said now wasn't easy for him.
"Sure," Amos dismissed.
Holden wasn't going to let him think he didn't acknowledge the help. Quite the opposite, he treasured it.
"No, I- this helps. I tend to look too into things, and you always..."
"Remind you you're not that important?" Amos finished the sentence for him. It wasn't too far off from what he wanted to say.
He laughed and then continued because it needed to be said out loud. 
"Yeah. I appreciate it, you know."
"'Kay, Cap," Amos stood, walked close to him, and plucked the bulb from his hand. Before Holden had time to protest the loss of his precious coffee, he spoke. "If you're going to get all sappy on me, we need something stronger."
If Holden guessed, he'd say that was only half a reason, but the objection died on his lips. When Amos returned, he was balancing two bulbs and a bottle that contained a dark brownish hue.
He accepted his cup back and took a swing of the liquid inside, which sent him into a coughing fit. "God Amos, what's in that?"
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."
With half a mind, he hoped Amos was teasing him, or at least that's what he told himself to keep drinking from the cup. Once he got some of that initial flavor down, it wasn't that bad, and it might actually do the trick of knocking him right out later in the night cycle.
For now, it was enough to share the bottle with Amos and talk about whatever mindless thing he could think of. No politics and war and stress about the future. Just here and now.
When Amos leaned towards him in the middle of their conversation, looking like he wanted to ask something, he stopped speaking to let him know he could. He just never expected that would be the topic he'd remember from their earlier conversation.
"So, when you said farm... You meant like chickens and shit?"
Yeah, it was going to be a long night. But Holden wasn't upset about it anymore.
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pocket-dragon · 5 months
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POV you ate shit during the family drama hour and your adopted peepaw needed your dogs help finding the Temple
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bevirspnsblmnt · 8 months
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when you just finished fkng on top of a grave, but you have feelings you gotta sort out (they're just nekkie, but since I dont know the state of tmblr cens0rship - and I had drawings flagged where people were fully dressed before) you get the white halo of doom - but you can see the full pages on my twitter!! I drew some nice butts so pls check them out :3c)
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harrowharkwife · 5 months
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i'm so used to there just being random unidentified bones laying around everywhere in these damn books that it finally occurred to me, just now, to wonder where the bones on new rho came from. y'know, the bones palamedes always tried to teach nona necromancy on.
they're his.
palamedes, who always loved teaching, living on borrowed time in a body that's not his own. palamedes, mentoring, teaching- parenting, by sixth standards, mind you. and that boy is sixth, through and through.
and the entire point of teaching nona necromancy in the first place was to try and determine if nona is, well, nonagesimus, right? so it has to be bones, it can't not be bones. bones are, like, her whole thing.
but they're not in the nine houses, anymore. things are different, on new rho.
they burn bones here. dig up the cemeteries. a society terrified of zombies will evolve to dispose of its dead differently.
the only bones he has access to now are his own. (camilla wouldn't let anyone take them- skull or hand, doesn't matter. they're still him, and she doesn't let go, remember? it's her one thing.)
palamedes woke up every morning wearing someone else's body to then gently place the shrapnel of his own in the cupped palms of a girl who's the closest thing he'll ever have to a daughter and try to teach her- how did the angel put it, again? normal school, as much as possible, for as long as possible.
(but hey, in a roundabout way, at least it's a chance for him to touch camilla again, right? nevermind that she's not there to feel any of it because he's in the driver's seat, that he can only stay for fifteen minutes at a time. it's atoms that belong to camilla touching atoms that used to belong to him, and that's close enough. he'll take what he can get, these days- if she can be their flesh, he can be the end. so what if holding his own bones is a mindfuck? so what if looking at them makes him nauseous? surely he can suck it up and deal with it for fifteen minutes. it's the least he can do— his poor camilla was the one who had to scrape the bloody pulp of them off the floors of canaan house.)
(speaking of, here's a fun fact: we actually only see nona practicing with the bones one time, on-page. camilla's final line in that scene, before palamedes takes over, is none other than: 'keep going. there are some bones left.' ow!)
remember, too, that the only part of dulcinea, the real dulcinea, that palamedes ever physically touched, was her tooth- the one that ianthe gave him, pulled from the ashes cytherea burnt her down to. he only ever touched dulcie once, and it wasn't until after she was already gone, but that doesn't matter- it still happened, and you can't take loved away.
in this same roundabout, bittersweet, by-proxy sort of way, palamedes has been physically touched by nona, too: the atoms she currently occupies, touching atoms that he used to occupy, and never will again.
the main interaction we've seen between palamedes and his mother took place back on the sixth, with her acting as mentor and him as pupil: the two of them studying a set of hand bones, juno encouraging him every step of the way.
we know that harrowhark's "most vivid memory of her mother was of her hands guiding harrow's over an inexpertly rendered portion of skull, her fingers encircling the fat baby bracelets of harrow's wrists, tightening this cuff to indicate correct technique."
they're still small for a nineteen year old, but the wrists are bigger, in this new set of memories nona's making. and it's not an inexpertly rendered portion of skull anymore- it's a hand, now, albeit one crafted from [a piece of skull reassembled (painstakingly—passionately—laboriously reassembled) from fragments, manually, and not by a bone magician, from the skull of someone who, soon after death or symptomatically during, had exploded.] and the identity and origin of these bones is no mystery at all. they belong to palamedes, and he's consented to their use for this purpose, and that matters.
but the details are just set dressing, really. the foundation of the memory is the same.
palamedes and his mother, juno and her son.
harrow and her mother; pelleamena and her daughter.
nona and her father-mother-teacher; palamedes and his daughter.
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sporeclan · 1 month
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Yet another just generally bad time for all of SporeClan :')
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puppetmaster13u · 1 month
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Prompt 277
Danny would be pouting, but this? This is actually kind of hilarious. He’d be laughing his ass off if he could, but allows himself to shriek excitedly around the binky in his mouth. Jordan on the other hand has no such thing stopping him, letting out his own toddler cackle as something bursts into flames. 
Their current caretaker- Clockwork’s nephew apparently, who is on babysitting duty for the next couple of decades- coos, and then they’re off again. Someone had apparently wanted their sort-of-Fraid-member to go to a meeting despite him informing them he’d be unavailable.
So of course he- and the three of them and Ms. Teekl the cat- just had to set the whole place on fire. You honestly can’t be that rude! It’s like, not exactly maternity leave, but something similar- don’t make fun of him he’s stuck with a toddler-brain right now! 
(All three of them would’ve had completely toddler minds if not for the fact that they were partially made from ectoplasm) 
Really, it was perfectly normal for them to set the building aflame and disappear into another dimension, even if maybe not for humans. Everyone knew you didn’t try to mess with a nesting Realms being! Especially if they weren’t fully Fraid yet. Honestly it’s all the idiots’ fault. 
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benoits-neckerchieves · 4 months
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Oh my god !!!!!
Well that explains this then
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quadrantadvisor · 4 months
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I think Tim Drake deserves a villain arc. As a treat. Just like a little one, to get it out of his system.
Option 1: Tim hunts down the dregs of the League of Assassins, bends them to his will through money and influence, and starts building his own ninja army. This utilizes his management and organizational skills. If Jason is allowed to have a gang, its only fair Tim gets one, too. This would be terrifying and have lasting impacts on the world villain economy.
Option 2: Literally just Teen Titans Red X. Here he's using self sufficiency and stealth skills. Much more of a loner villain arc, just striking out for a little while and finding himself. Also maybe doing some actual Robin-hood-ing and stealing from the rich. It could be fun. And it fits his theme!
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piratespencilart · 10 months
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Can you imagine being a two foot tall halfling in your giant cow uncle’s lap. Literally the safest feeling in the world I think. 💚
[ID: Digital art of Luc and Caduceus from Critical Role. Luc is a small halfling child in yellow overalls, looking up with a smile. He is sitting in the lap of Caduceus, who is shown from the neck down and is much larger than Luc. End ID.]
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[Post Canon, everyone lives, Sonic Prime AU]
Sonic: *Hanging out alone with Shadow*
Shadow, internally: Hmph. I bet he's thinking about Nine.😒
Sonic: *Hanging out alone with Nine*
Nine, internally: Ugh. I bet he's thinking about Shadow.😒
Sonic, internally, in both situations: Mmmm chilli dogs🥰
Sonic: *Hanging out alone on the beach with Tails*
Tails, internally: Haha. I bet he's thinking about chilli dogs again😊
Sonic, internally: Wow, my best buddy is so cool and cute and smart I love him so much😳🥰
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sparkles-rule-4eva · 27 days
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Found this on Pinterest and thought it to be immensely Sonic and Tails coded. 🤣 What's even funnier is that it can go both ways for them.
Sonic would try putting a banana in the microwave, catch it on fire, then get yelled at by Tails for it
Tails would also try putting a banana in the microwave, catch it on fire, and get yelled at by Sonic for it. Tails would DEFINITELY defend himself with "for science"
🤣💙💛
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basu-shokikita · 6 months
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what's interesting to me about skwisgaar and toki is that during the run of the show you had skwisgaar being snarky and pretty mean at times to toki. yet you could also see that he cared, that toki was his friend and that he enjoyed hanging with him. on the other hand, toki who both admired and hated skwisgaar didn't actually seem to show care for him in the most basic of levels. almost as if skwisgaar was this untouchable thing that he didn't need to be concerned for, because skwisgaar was not a mere mortal. and thus, out of toki's reach.
in aotd though, you see toki being so caring for skwisgaar. so concerned. he's the first one to notice skwisgaar passed out because of the explosion, he's the one carrying him to safety, and he's still checking on him as skwisgaar slowly recovers. when they all think he's gonna die he reassures skwisgaar he'll see him in the after life and he even picks him up after they regain their consciousness post-defeating salacia. rather than viewing skwisgaar as his idol or his enemy, he sees him as a person. a person that he loves and wants to take care of.
and while skwisgaar is, ironically, more moody during aotd, he's right there with toki at all times. he lets toki hold him despite initially protesting against it, he teaches toki the guitar again without berating him, he quietly comforts him when toki breaks down. skwisgaar is clearly overwhelmed by everything that’s been going on but he’s still by toki’s side constantly.
if there’s anything we can take away from aotd is that even though these guys have a rocky history, they deeply care and want to be there for each other. and whatever issues they still have, they can work them out, because the love for one another is already there.
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hexxter · 14 days
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Ok but what if Ephemer’s and Player’s hearts are like literally connected (really really literally)
Maybe like, small pieces of each other heart being traded, or i guess other magical ways
So if the theory of Sora being the third reincarnation of the player.. (even tho I don’t like this theory cause both deserves to have their heart, specifically Sora with his heart hotel moments)
Maybe thats how Ephemer soul showed up in KH3? Cause the connection to player that stayed within Sora, this theory pretty common right?
And if thats works one way, could also go the other way no?
Ephemer summoning the Player’s soul with the hearts connection. Maybe even unintentionally, suddenly poof the player is there as a ghost!
Sounds like interesting angst. Maybe thats would be also like.. why the player took pretty long to reincarnated to missing link area cause Ephemer was still around so Player’s soul tied up to his heart.
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Ari I’m crawling through the desert in need of water…humbly I beg & plead for your Ken-geto twin AU headcanons 🙏🙏🙏 I think they’re the only thing that can quench my soul rn
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ODI . MY BELOVED . I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WAHHHH pls take a seat and get ready for a long long rant……… i’ll do my best to quench your thirst 🙏🙏🙏
OKAY SO . god. where do i even begin………
basically!!!!! i’m writing a fic where kenny is. your best friend’s older brother <33333 the best friend in question being sugu!!! i still haven’t decided if they’re twins or if kenny is a couple years older…… buuuut either way i have lots n lots of thoughts abt their dynamic :33 and how the two of them treat you!!!! sugu is just…. your reliable, soft best friend, and kenny is . the way he is 😭 but anyway…..
i picture kenny as being a bitttt of a bad boy in this au?? not exactly. but like. he has a tongue piercing and moved out really early and he’s maybe a little bit twisted . cares abt suguru but can’t really show it. he’s silly and talkative but also a bit condescending…. a bit of a know it all…… i feel like he almost acts more like a father than an older brother sometimes which suguru absolutely hates 😭 there’s a lot of tension between them!!
personality wise i feel like suguru sort of . adapts to kenjaku? he’s a bit of a social chameleon. and he really doesn’t like the idea of people seeing them as similar…. so if kenny is acting more serious and pretentious, suguru acts more childish — and if kenny acts more silly then suguru takes a more responsible role . it’s like that!!! it’s weird bc i see suguru as being very sincere at heart, and kenny as being fairly insincere, but with the way they act you could get the impression that it’s the other way around. kenny doesn’t care abt how others view him, suguru very much does. but sugu has a sincerity to him that kenny kind of lacks?? ig it’s less that kenny is insincere and more that he’s just. detached. in a way.
also sidenote kinda but !!! i picture both sugu and kenny as sweater boys 😭😭 they LOVE their sweaters. i feel like kenny wears turtlenecks religiously. and sugu goes out of his way to wear more leather jackets and hoodies bc he doesn’t like when they’re wearing the same stuff LMAO…. kenny sometimes makes their outfits match just to piss him off <333
anddddd going back to the whole . brotherly rivalry stuff…… i think kenny was always a bit of a black sheep growing up . and bc of that suguru automatically became the golden child!!! sugu can be mischievous and bratty but he gets away w it bc he’s the youngest/good at hiding it…. and in front of their parents he’s always very straightlaced. it’s almost like suguru holds back just so that he won’t appear similar to his brother, which i think kenny kind of finds pathetic. there’s just soooo much to their dynamic 😭😭 they’re similar and different and just. gah. they give me a headache!!!! bc kenny is such a wildcard in the way that he acts, and suguru is so prone to changing himself depending on the situation he’s in.
but overall i just feel like kenny is pretentious and teasing…. and kinda mean . while sugu is well-behaved and calm, but a little more teasing and silly around people he’s close to….. and he’s also super kind . he’s warm!!!! and kenny is sort of cold. that’s the way i picture their dynamic. but it’s very fluid i think …. sometimes kenny acts like the oldest, sometimes the youngest LMAO
ANYWAYYYY gosh i’m already yapping so much 😭😭😭 I HOPE YOU’RE STILL HERE ODI ….. here’s another drink for you 🧋 .
now !!!! when it comes to their dynamic with you…… 👀👀 suguru is just a protective softie. he loves you so much!!! you’re his bestie!!!! and you’re the only one he ever acts bratty and pouty with…. he just feels comfortable around you :’3 so he can let his guard down and be a little silly… a little teasing….. but he’s always always always taking care of you . a warm sunflower boy <333333
then there’s kenny who . bullies you a bit 😭 JUST A BIT . bc he likes seeing your reactions <3 he’s kind of like your typical intimidating best friend’s brother…. a little scary ……. a bit of a dick….. he looks after you in his own way but . he doesn’t coddle you the way suguru does. when you’re kids he’s someone you look up to, but also someone you’re a tinyyyyy bit afraid of . but you get a crush on him anyway . and he has a soft spot for you. and then he leaves and doesn’t return until a couple years later ………. and he hasn’t really changed. but he’s less of a bully and more of a teaser. maybe a little condescending. but he’s charming, yk? alluring.
anyway as you can see i’m getting carried away LMAOO this fic is just . fluff?? kind of??? w a lot of tension 😭 you like kenny and he . well. you just don’t know what he’s thinking . he kind of sees you as a baby bird i think,,,,,,,,, and he’s . the big bad wolf. you get the vibes …….. here r some snippets of the fic just for fun!! it’s very near and dear to my heart hehe
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…….. he has me in a chokehold i fear 💔
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Edwin and Niko 🥹✨💫⭐
SCOOBY-DOO AVDKSNJDN
they're not stobin but they do feel like stobin, they're my new chosen soulmates no matter what happens after this episode, they need to stay platonic soulmates, I need them to be
My teacher: define comfort
Me: *shows a picture of a conversation between Edwin and Niko*
I can't describe the joy I find in their existence
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A R G U S — Soldier ▪ Son of Bel ▪ Neutral Good ▪ Oath of Vengeance Paladin of Bahamut
"Raphael, Mizora — you're different from the devils we've met on our journey thus far. You seem so much more... mortal, like the rest of us. Like a simple tiefling rather than the spawn of Bel."
"My Lord Bahamut's influence no doubt. Once, there was little difference between myself and my infernal family. But... enduring what I endured at the hands of The Many-Mawed bitch and her lackeys, I suppose it changed me. It made a fiend beg for intervention from the divine. And, so, here I am."
"Is that... how you lost your wings?"
"Yes. Yet another thing Tiamat stole from me."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's been... a very long time since I've flown. I doubt I would remember how, even if my wings were to be restored. And besides, who needs wings when you have a wizard with Fly in his spellbook?"
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