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marragurl · 1 year ago

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Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr gallagher #hsr sunday #galladay #idk what I’m doing anymore #they’ve kinda taken over my mind #shoutout to that one ao3 fic where both of them go “’this wasn’t supposed to happen’ as they’re making out #that’s the exact vibes I’m feeling when I think about these two pre-relationship #of course we don’t run away from angst in this ship #everything follows exactly up until the 2.1 end credits scene #let’s see what happens in 2.2 #I NEED ANSWERS #ALSO MISHA #I WANNA THROW GALLAGHER AND MISHA’S KINDA WHOLESOME RELATIONSHIP IN HERE TWO #idk wtf is going on there #but until 2.2 explains #Gallagher is misha’s weird drunk uncle/dad figure #it adds more comedy to Galladay whether Sunday knows of/can see Misha or not either way #oof new writing idea #next time #I need to work on tagging #this is just another post all on its own #marrapost

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kaisollisto · 5 months ago

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“Are you here?" Ava barely breathes it, there's a tension in the air that she can't recognize, an energy that squashes her. Her throat feels scratchy and she can feel the Halo slotted between her shoulders. Ava's flat on her back head turned to look over at Beatrice. She feels wimpy like a stomped flower, her left arm dangles dangerously close to Beatrice-territory. She wants to reach out, to touch Beatrice to confirm that she's here but something stops her. She feels so silly, she could easily shift over to touch Beatrice, shake her gently and -

Beatrice slides over, a firm sleepy sister warrior knife wielding badass with frumpy hair poofing from what remains of her low bun. She moves towards Ava, inches away from her but moves to answer her. It’s rare for Ava to see her like this. Beatrice is clearly fighting sleep, rubbing her eyes and doing her best to move in hopes that it’ll shake the sleepy spell.

She’s dressed in one of Ava’s ugly loose white shirts, a huge bass clashing with faded big blocky lettering that just reads “FISH”. Beatrice had looked at her weirdly when Ava had dug it out of the bins at a thrift store disheveled and ecstatic.

Ava had spent hours coaxing her into it doing her damn best to hide Beatrice’s laundry when she wasn’t looking. It fills a warm feeling in her chest and Ava wants to burrow further into it. It was a fool proof plan.

Ava found her shortness made it exhausting to reach up towards the Beatrice-level-cabinets. The halo pulls at her pinching and knotting up the muscles in her back after a long day of training. She feels it alive within her, an uncomfortable reminder sealed inside her back.

At the end of the day Ava settled on hinging at the waist. She had slowly started integrating Beatrice’s sleep shirts in cabinets that Beatrice had to bend down to reach. Ava always tried to situate herself at the scene of the crime doing her best to seem inconspicuous while she leaned over hungry for Beatrice’s reaction. Ava thumbed her findings down in the recess of her mind, her finger tracing over it in a hurried desperation. The time would pass and she did not want to forget.

(It helped, the imagery of Bea’s furrow when she would find her sleepwear underneath the sink when Ava would have to tuck her spine into the halo as she placed the shirt somewhere clean.)

Thanks to her genius planning Beatrice had finally caved and worn Ava’s huge “FISH” t-shirt after weeks of her persistence. She looked adorable, she was drowning in it and constantly tugging at it. She had found Beatrice loved to tuck it into the band of her sleep shorts creating puffy funny creases distorting the text even further to say “FSH”. It looked so ugly and old and endearing.

She looked out of her depth and it made Ava’s heart thump funny. Beatrice with her weird posh mannerisms combined with the peaceful unguarded look when she slumbered made her feel hot all over.

It was the prospect of the future, a glimpse into her life with Beatrice, of when they would grow old together. It shakes her, the idea that Beatrice will get wrinkles with her. She takes it seriously, a study that she isn’t well versed in but preparing for. It is a long hard internal debate flipping between what wrinkles will show first. Ava selfishly hopes it’s smile lines, that Beatrice will smile at her as much as she does in secret. She’s happy to be wrong, Beatrice’s forehead crinkles have always been cute. She hopes that Beatrice never stops looking at her, thinking of her. She wants to spend a long time being the source of her wrinkles. And just for right now she can handle the role of being just her friend.

Beatrice blinks one eye open, the other pressed against the pillow as she stifles a yawn. Her hand blocks her mouth in a delicate way and Ava can see her nails are short and uneven in places. Ava wishes she could touch them, study them in a way no one has done before. She wants to press against Beatrice hard enough to watch her skin fold around hers. Some sort of truth that she was here, that she is here.

Beatrice scoots over slowly, her elbow tucked under the pillow. She stops inches away from Ava, a frown set in her jaw. Ava mirrors her position albeit more awkwardly and more wiggling than Beatrice’s but she finds a place where the Halo won’t bite her back.

“I’m here,” Beatrice murmurs it, a quiet thing between them.

Ava closes her eyes hoping Beatrice won’t notice her shakiness. She blinks a few times before she presses closer, the arm she’s laying on moving to support her head underneath the pillow.

There’s so much to tell her, anything and nothing at all and Ava doesn’t know where to start. It constricts her throat, the constant stream of consciousness from inside of her heart. It’s horrible and she can’t stop it as the feeling balloons inside of her lungs. Ava wants help, she so desperately wants to feel okay again, to feel anything other than the stupid fucking halo. It grates on her nerves and muscles, a burning hot metal ring poking and prodding at the entirety of her upper torso. It leaves her reeling, a sort of anger that beckons for her to hurt (hurt something, hurt someone, hurt), disregarding the aftermath of tears and shame.

Ava is sure she’s shaking, a layer of sweat gathers between the space of her shoulder blades as the Halo lights up with her inner turmoil. It’s a faint pitiful thing that Ava would be ashamed of if not for the bone aching tiredness.

She wants to say she’s sorry the words clawing their way up her throat and it feels wrong to feel anything but that. There’s a sort of unspoken shame that haunts her with the Halo. It’s a thing she’s known long before any of this.

Beatrice drags her out of her turmoil with her hand hovering near Ava’s pinky. She has a gracefulness to it, like she has practiced it a hundred times over. It’s weird, to be in a bed, a soft and lumpy bed looking at Beatrice. Beatrice with such plain features and subtle cheekbones that Ava can’t stop looking. It pays off, watching Beatrice, Ava knows it when Bea smiles a grin too wide for polite acknowledgement and Ava can see her dimples pronounced.

“Can I?” Beatrice’s finger lingers near her hand, a hovering itch that Ava needs scratched. It’s so wholeheartedly Beatrice that Ava can do nothing but nod. Something inside of Ava aches harder than the rest of the organs inside of her. It’s the unwavering crushing thumping feeling that squeezes around her heart. The sincerity of Beatrice.

She places her hand over Ava’s and squeezes her gently. Beatrice’s hands are firm and soft. She can feel the callouses on her palms prodding at the back of her hand and wonders if Beatrice has ever had them fade away. If she’s had the pleasure of unscathed palms. Her hands are warm but not sweaty, not like Ava’s.

Ava can’t feel Beatrice’s pulse but she tries her best to match it. She imagines it would be a slow melody playing a duet with a classical track. Some sort of tune that spurs comfort or a feeling of nostalgia. She briefly wonders if Beatrice listens to music, if she seeks out music that has spoken to her. If there was a song that shook her to her core so deeply she had to sit down and digest it. There’s so much she still needs to know and so little time.

“I admit I’m not sure what you need from me.” Beatrice whispers it quietly, she’s hunched awkwardly, hovering close in Ava’s space but too far away for her own comfort.

Ava clamps her mouth shut, sure that “come closer” will betray her. That she will reach too far into Beatrice and take far too much.

Beatrice pays no mind to Ava’s silence and slowly caresses her hand, it’s a small little gesture that seems to have no set course. Ava briefly wonders if it’s the start of a massage or if Beatrice is looking for her joints underneath her skin and touching her tendons in apology.

It should be awkward, Beatrice and Ava orbiting each other in a lopsided manner. A rotational tilt that is unfamiliar to both of them and yet feels intimate. An unknown dance with their eyes closed and their breaths mingling. (It’s easy to follow Beatrice’s lead, Ava knows love.)

There’s nothing Ava can say to her, she chokes up at the prospect and they both blink at each other. She’s not sure what she needs, only that it’s nice having someone here.

Beatrice drowsily blinks rapidly and slowly at the same time as Ava watches swallowing the bits of her smile. Her hand has slowed its pathing, opting to curl on the inside of Ava’s fingers. It’s endearing watching one of her favorite bad ass sister warriors lose against sleep. It softens the edges of Beatrice who is always carrying some unseen obligation. (Here it is only the two of them free of their past and future burdens, just two girls sprawled thinly on hopes and dreams).

She can feel Beatrice’s grip loosen, she’s going to fall back asleep any minute now but Ava doesn’t have the heart to keep her up. Beatrice is no doubt tired, powered by her own sleeping and eating habits unlike Ava who has the artifact to juice her up.

She isn’t quite unwound but she feels manageable now. It’s weird to be within reach of Beatrice, someone who cares about her. To be in proximity of someone who will look for her, be in step with her, maybe it’s duty but Ava holds it close to her heart regardless. (It’s all the same to her, devotion, loyalty, love).

She clings to Beatrice afraid to let the moment go, she had called and someone had answered, Bea had answered. Ava can feel her eyes watering, it almost feels like a distant dream. She tucks her chin closer to chest and thinks, how awful to be loved.

She can feel her throat closing up and she squeezes Bea’s hand just a tiny bit harder. (She answers in the twitch of her hand, clearly on the cusp of sleep). The Halo still thunders in her back throbbing some fatal fate but here in the hush of night grounded by the touch of Beatrice she has some reprieve. (Part 1)

#tko_writes #oh how awful it is to be loved #had that revelation when my sister kept texting me if I was alive and ok oh boy that fucked me up #hello dytik installment #it's probably gonna run as a 5 times __ and the 1 time __ but that's if i can pull 3 more things out of my ass #hahahah #ooops #there's like no structure here #I think i did too much trying to jampack everything #but we'll see #closing my eyes and hitting post #cuz we r writing ugly and scared #zzzzzz #THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM #I JUST WRITE AND MAKE MISTAKES AND LEARN FROM IT #so many good ideas here but sometimes they don't all fit together and that's what i think what happened #Offtopic I read a fic from Arcane and it was like CaitVi but from the perspective of Cait's mom (n cait was transfem WOOOOOOOOOOOOO)#and that shook me and I briefly fantasized about Avatrice but through Bea's parents #Somethign something i think it would nice to see complex characters come to life instead of writing it off as #homophobia n typical strict asian parents #and instead as sometimes you venture into the unknown unsure whether you will be whole on the other side and it is the only way you know ho #to live and you must make sure that your child knows the same feels the same lives the same way you only know how because there is no optio #for failure and ur just so scared by that failure that you don't want your child to go through it and having to learn and adapt to the new #future of hey it doesn't have to be this way anymore. TLDR IS THERE ANYTHING MORE UNDOING THAN A DAUGHTER #it all boils down to having a CHILD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but like i get it #it's just the complexity of hating your parents but understanding why they are the way they are and how could you fault them when this is #all they've ever known #and it's fucked up but it's still love #love for you and blah blah blah blah #anyway enough yapping for a diff story

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iceclew · 3 months ago

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Chewing on my desk, eating up my mouse and keyboard, SCREAMING in AGONY, CAUSE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I CAN'T GET MY PRINCESS OUT OF THE FUCKING CASTLE!!! (╯°□°）╯ __|____|__

#kcd2 #kingdom come deliverance 2 #I wanna down him so bad #but then I was like #no henry be nice you moved mountains to get here and had an extra nice escape plan #but claustrophobia is no joke we get that #but I mean if we just dipp a little on his teeny hea- NO HENRY TAKE OUT THE GUARDS INSTEAD #a dozen times of reload later #mmhraaaaach but it would be so fucking funny wouldn't it?#ANOTHER dozen reloads later #fuck it imma knock him out #Hans FOR THE LOVE OF GOD Capon - knocked him out in every sword fight but appareantly he's totally immune to my backstab move #AND IS NOW JUDGING ME FOR TRYING EACH AND EVERY TIME #LOVE I KNOW CONSENT IS A THING BUT NOT IN THE 14 century BABY SO COME HERE IMMA NEED TA KIDNAP YOU FROM THE KIDNAPPERS #IMMA DRAG YOU INTO A DARK BLACK HOLE BUT TRUST ME THIS IS FINE I SWEAR ALSO YOUR FRIEND CAN COME ALONG #my henry moved a whole lot to the dark side since we left trosky prison I tell ya #running amok around trosky and kuttenberg? somehow more likely than you think #it's 1 am on a workday and I am just horribly impatient about this #save and retry tomorrow #that'll be best #also the erik cutscene destroyed a comic idea of mine #and I don't like him anymore after what he did to the doggy #erik you had my sympathy for 2 days #and you fucked it up #congratulations

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callixton · 1 year ago

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i think the thing to understand abt martha jones is that even after she leaves she is five seconds away from dropping everything and traveling with the doctor at any given time. bc that itch to blow everything up and damn her personal duty to hell in search of a higher call never leaves her. but martha is smart. and rational. and has spent a long fucking time needing to keep herself safe. (bc he comes when she calls but never before.) and so she has gotten very good at keeping herself on the right side of those five seconds. but i do think if ten was a different person (if he could acknowledge how much he needed her instead of just how much he liked her) (if he didn’t feel this righteous martyrdom when it comes to being left alone) (if he cared enough about her to beg. if he cared enough about himself.) i think that her answer no would come crumbling down pretty quickly is all.

#MARTHA JONES’ TWISTED SENSE OF DUTY YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME #there is soo much nuance to this. obviously. and it really varies depending on when exactly in his run we’re talking #but me personally. i don’t think that martha was ever satisfied with the way things ended between them. i think she made peace with it!#but i don’t think she was satisfied and i don’t think she ever could be #which is also why i have slowly come around to her and mickey. even tho i think it IS very pair the spares in a way i don’t like #i do think they make sense together. in a genuine way and also in a you’re the closest i’ll get to what i want. you’re good on your own but #- you’re also the next best thing. and we don’t need to say this out loud bc we both know and it wouldn’t ruin anything by admitting it but #- it sure as hell wouldn’t feel good either #it’s not even like. directly about the doctor/rose here is the thing. it’s about the life he let them lead with him #which i guess is the crux of this. i think martha is capable of moving on from her Feelings for the doctor. but never her feelings about him #yknow. does that make sense. if anyone knows that the doctor is a symbol it’s martha #i don’t think she’s always in love with him. i think she was. tho my opinions on that r complicated hashtag tenmartha qpr BUT #but the IDEA of him? the idea which shaped her into a completely different person? i don’t think she will ever not want that back @ her core #she’s just too loyal to everyone besides herself to admit that. 😐#ok it’s 4 am i have been rambling abt this for fifteen minutes so sorry if it doesn’t make sense but i have FEELINGS ABT HER !!#ted talks #martha jones #doctor who

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camellcat · 7 months ago

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I love spuffy as much as the next guy but ohhh my gawddd I really kinda wish it had been buffy wil and xand to finish the fight. they started it together, and while they've always had outside help, I just think it would've been so good if each of them had their own big important parts to play since this was the last we get to see of them

#ik there's comics but I have no intentions of reading those so. this is the last I get to see of them all fighting the big fight together!!!#I suppose buffy was the one leading everyone into battle... but that doesn't feel like much #but seriously why wasn't xander given anything special to do </3 #he could simply be motivation if nothing else. we know the girls like him he could help give them strength when they feel like it's hopeles #and especially buffy. he is determination!! I have talked about this before!! let that show when it counts!!#willow did her part so good for her. it was beautiful and I love her #the only thing that would've been even better is if releasing all that slayerness had given buffy (& faith) a boost. to tie wil to them mor #...I cannot think off the top of my head what buffy could've done more. she shared her power with others by handing off the scythe.#she gave them strength in leading them I guess. open to ideas here if anyone wants to chime in with something #they're the heart the spirit the power grrrrr they are connected and (should) need one another to continue on #and okay ik buff and xand and willow are all in totally separate places but I want them CONNECTED together are we getting the picture here #I actually kinda like them being separate now that I've thought about it. each part of the whole running a different section so they're all #spread out and able to take care of everything. but I want moreee for them #y'all have better have fuckin meant it when you guys said y'all wanted to hear about my buffy/willow/xander thoughts #bandillow #buffy x willow x xander #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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tvntheatre · 4 months ago

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Tossing out scraps of my concept for that AU I have a definite amount of ideas for (I have no idea how to make a solid design!)

#UNDERTALE YELLOW #STARLO UTY #UTY STARLO #CEROBA UTY #UTY CEROBA #Ceroba Ketsukane #SHOOTIN' STAR(LO)#CEROBABABA #MY ARTO #Want to hear me explain the ideas trapped in my head? No? Well you checked the tags so YOUR PROBLEM.#Starlo takes the role of Dalv — running away from his duties from the pressure of becoming an authority figure for the people after the #Snowdin Incident along with Kanako's death and Chujin going missing for a very concerning amount of time.#Star may not have a positive opinion of Chu but that never meant he wanted him gone. But now he is and Starlo believes that it is indirectly #his fault. Because of course things had to be complicated!#The ruins is the first area and Starlo is here instead of Dalv. Where is Dalv then? Good question. Next question.#Why is Ceroba in armour? Because she joined the Royal Guard in search of her missing loved ones. Kanako was unmistakably gone —#for what reason was unknown still. But Chujin and Starlo still had hope of being found so she called up her friend Martlet to manage #what we know as the Wild East in base game. Is the name switched in this AU? Likely but I'm still struggling with it. Martlet is the Sheriff #She took up the Fiesty Four in Starlo's absence and she seems to have found another companion while she was at it.#Who? Well.#That's for the Martlet post. If I manage to make one.#UTY #Nearly forgot that tag huh.#UTY AU #I think these designs could be better but I think it's better than nothing.#Crop the drawings? Oh heavens no. I am out of storage!

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numberonetribble · 6 months ago

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Stuck at my mom's house until the 27th, can't finish the comic I was working on until then :( here's a rough Cowboy!pinup sketch of Bumblebee and some Breakbee + Piston angst:

#I'll delete this later i just want to talk about it :3 #not featured: WHY Piston is pulling a [REDACTED] on their sire #rubbing my hands together like a fly ooooooh do i have some angst in the works for you guys i just don't have a perspective tool rl #Okay i had the idea of a cute Bumblebee and Breakdown in cowboy hats with a bonus piston but then i had an Idea #yes that but then follow up later when its time to pick a side piston does a cowboy accent very sadly like they have to pretend its not real #the REASON is s3 bee and break fighting in the dome and bee lost on his back with Break towering above him with a [REDACTED] pointed at him #and Piston is beating on the glass WAILING for them to stop #but the view point is slightly behind breaks so he's HUGE and bee is small and Piston is even smaller in the foreground #they stop fighting but Piston can not forgive their sire for that Piston took after Breaks they were thick as thieves but no no #they saw the look in his eye the fear in bee and he only stopped bc shockwave called him off yes he was hesitating to pull and shaking #like a leaf knowing he was being used like a rabid dog to take down the autobot he has to pretend to hate but Piston will always wonder #if he'd do it and they can't decide and it eats them alive but that's their carrier and forgiveness is not cheap #bumblebee does what he can to talk Piston down its just business he didn't really mean it they ve had centuries of faking it but Piston #oh sweet Piston childish days are over their spark has been hardened #they arent on a path of violence or vengeance but when breaks seeks them out “come with me we can be a real family on cybertron ”#piston says “we already were”#and later later we land on the So i guess that's it....i guess so.... you best get on out of here then #AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #does piston ever forgive? no but they understand things kinda get better but it's different now #i think they're scared that they'll end up like breaks bc they're so much like him they looked up to him and loved him so much #and now they know they have the capacity to do something like that and be used like that and they're scared #just so so so SO scared and it bothers them breaks was forced into it and they just want to SCREAM #they just want to run away with their parents away from the war where no one can bother them and live quietly #transformers #maccadam #transformers oc #tf piston #worry not i shall draw these once I'm home #but i have a laundry list of other things i want to draw first

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apollo-just-ice · 1 year ago

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Textpost time yay! :-)

#feh #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #textposts #feh textposts #fire emblem memes #feh heiðr #feh heithr #feh heidr #feh sharena #feh Seiðr #feh seithr #feh seidr #feh mirabilis #feh elm #feh gullveig #feh askr #feh embla #heiðrena #Heiðelm #hi yes I do kinda have two Heiðr ships #just. one is a lot harder for me to articulate any points on so-#we will just slowly spread the word of Heiðelm #I do have ideas tho a bit. like they probably exist in the same universe as Heiðrena #Elm realizes his feelings way sooner but it’s not till a long time after Sharena dies that Heiðr realizes she’s grown to have feelings for #for him lol. And perhaps a bit longer till she accepts that too #anyways idk I can ramble a bit here bc it feels easier to #They r like. Elm being himself (kinda mean/snarky etc) but Heiðr just thinks it’s funny and laughs #She will tease him. And he will grumble about it. And many et ceteras. Alas I’ve run out of tags that’s all ur getting for now sorryyyy

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mercuryflan · 2 months ago

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Saw you posted more delicious art for me to eat—

So, I have been wondering- AND THINKING! And putting my brain together like puzzle pieces, and then-

BOOM!

A Cookie run kingdom and Minecraft crossover— HEAR ME OUT! I need your opinion on this- So, picture this, we already know about two continents in crk, right? Crispia and beast-yeast. BUT, What if, there was another continent! Like a hidden continent that no other cookies knew about except the cookies that are living in the continent! So, our Female lead, aka, my oc- the player who built an entire empire to herself- decided to explore! She wanted to go see the other two continents and explore and hopefully meet different cookies and make friends!

(If you don't play Minecraft, you can try searching but, I just want your opinion— idk why I choose only you I just don't know 😭)

I'm planning on making a fanfiction of it but I still need to tweak a few things. And because sometimes, my motivation might as well be a walking ded

BOOOOI-👏 Imma hold ur hand when I say this, but yo I LOVE MINECRAFT! >:D I literally just finished watching a horror gameplay from it on YouTube just now. I don't play it tho but I am up to date with the new updates :D✨✨

Okay back to ur idea >:D

I absolutely love reading stuff from writers/artists that mixes different medias together like a crossover one or even better indulging on the what if scenarios if scenario A & B happens, I EAT ALL OF THOSE CONTENT LIKE A FINE DINER MEAL!! GOBBLE THEM ALL KIRBY STYLE >:D no matter how short or long they are😌👌✨✨✨ (an example how I basically read all of the stories in the crk self aware and reader tags here (⁠づ -▽-;) their all just really cool, thats also how I got inspired to draw mine as well

Look the fact that u mentioned Minecraft together with cookie run already in one sentence peaked my interest, cause imma be honest I dunno how it's gonna go, which excites me even more cause YOU👉 have an idea for it >:D and I would love to see it exist on the internet as well cause now I am also curious and intrigued by just the concept of it /ᐕ)/ I'm also curious how the cookies would interact and compare how thier own continent works compared to the Minecraft one :O since funny enough the cookies are all flat then theres Minecraft where everything is made of blocks haha,

Anyways if ur asking for my opinion I say go for it /ᐕ)/ this is a cool concept that I'd be interested to see exist into reality no matter which genre it's gonna go✨ for the motivation part, I say take your time frfr, it's best not to force yourself to produce something you like in times of burnout, don't worry if it takes too long 👏take👏your👏time👏 when needed( ᐕ) I've tried to train my mindset on my current works like this (⁠づ -▽-) and ngl I still feel guilty sometimes that I don't produce enough or draw quickly in time BUT, just always remember that if people are really interested with something then time is not something to worry about,cause theres like a lot of stuff out there to keep people entertained, and once a writer/artist updates once in a while it feels like a package just arrived your doorstep for FREE like bruh how cool it that

#question&answer #answering this as well cause I want others to see the concept as well >:D #cookierun kingdom #also hard emphasis on the take your time and don't burn urself out by forcing to work something your not in the mood to work on that day #as much as how we act lively and whimsy here online I understand for a lot of us to take too long to work on our projects cause ngl we're #not giving ourselves enough credit that we are pretty much very busy outside the internet with our lives then at the same time just #work on our own self indulgent project at the same time SO YEAH DEFINITELY TAKE UR TIME✨ and just let ur idea run naturally like water

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