#'they don't look that alike!' i say as if routinely every time i stumble on hectorcard art i don't take 5 seconds to distinguish them

[beevean]

Considering that Hector looks a fair bit like Alucard, do you think Dracula sometimes took notice of it and occasionally mistook the two? Or even influenced his relationship with him a little?

This is both lowkey uncomfortable and very hilarious 😂 oh no no wonder hector's the favorite, isaac never stood a chance

But nah, I don't think they look that alike. Yes they're both pretty and all, but I think Dracula would recognize Alucard anywhere because he also looks a lot like Lisa, which matters the most to him.

But now I have the mental image of Dracula doing like every parent in the world and confusing siblings' names 💀

[trappolia]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING (I FELL IN LOVE) ── gallagher + gn!reader, 790

he finds comfort in you in the waking world the same way people do in their dreams.

sleep comes easier in penacony. the reverie where locals and outlanders alike seek some semblance of escape from their truths and the hedonistic what-ifs that can become reality in the dreamscape is simply gallagher's "daytime" job ─ the meticulous dream-to-dream routine of maintaining peace and some semblance of order in a world where it is so easy for one's perceived reality to warp. those in the dreamscape prefer it to the rigid frame of the waking world, but gallagher knows all too well that the warping images of an illusion so easily influenced by the slightest shift of one's mood is anything but a utopia.

so, really, it's no surprise he finds such dear solace in your arms.

"you're back!" you beam, so sweet and darling when you catch sight of gallagher dragging his shoes past the drunken revelers ─ who will no doubt be stumbling back to their rooms where their dreampools lay, the portal to even more hedonistic pleasures and drunken revelries.

"that i am," he grunts, sliding onto an empty barstool just as you slide him his usual drink over the countertop. the gin burns through his throat, just enough to warm him up some. gallagher doesn't care how much dreamers fawn over the aesthetic of dreampools and the further bonus of their purpose. he's not fond of waking up in anything other than a bed, no matter how dreampools have been designed to offer the semblance of one. dreampools mean work, and he's had quite enough of that for the next 24 hours or so.

but stars know he won't be so lucky.

"tough time at work?" you offer him a sympathetic smile, wiping a glass with a clean rag. your customers at the bar had begun to dwindle, the few that remained idly chatting with their companions or indulging in their drink in personal quiet.

gallagher sighs ─ straightens his shoulders and tries to look less disheveled; he's here and out of work to enjoy some time with you, not to bitch and moan about his day. "sorry, darlin'. it wasn't that bad, 's just─"

he sighs again, not wanting to think about how the pillars that are supposed to uphold the dreamscape and his work seem to be crumbling every time he goes back to sleep. gallagher hasn't been on the scene yet, but he's heard reports of stuff that might be going on, and if they were true, then he was going to have a hell of a field day and a bunch of paperwork to do.

"i get it," you say, reaching over the counter to squeeze his hand. it's been hours since your shift started, and you smell of something akin to cinnamon and spice, the undertone of brandy and whiskey underneath. he thinks it fitting ─ you're so sweet, such a darling, so that must have translated into the drinks you brew even in the waking world, where the taste of one's mix relies simply on ingredient and skill.

gallagher manages a smile ─ one that doesn't strain at his lips and makes him feel like he's cosplaying in someone else's skin ─ and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the soft skin of your knuckles. the metal of your wedding band is cool, but fills his blood with heat and his heart with warmth. "i don't deserve you, honestly."

"now i think that's just the gin talking," you tease, pinching his chin playfully.

"gah," gallagher feigns annoyance ─ badly, if the amused grin on his face is any indication but ─ and swats your hand away. "'s your shift ending soon?"

"mhm," you nod, giggling as you pull back from him and retreat back into your personal space ─ and gallagher misses you already. god, maybe the gin really is getting to him.

"what do you say we head back to our room and catch a nap after this?" gallagher asks, idly tracing his finger along the edge of his empty shot glass. the band on his finger ─ the mirror of yours ─ glints in the hazy yellow light of the bar. "or i can tell you about the day i've had and you can doze off because of how boring it is."

you give him a cheeky grin. "hard pass. your stories always keep me up at night. tell me about that masked fool who gave you a nightmare about me divorcing you."

"never again," gallagher deadpans, and when you burst into laughter, he's convinced that no sort of illusion a masked fool or xipe themself can conjure could ever compare to you ─ his very own dream come true.

© trappolia 2024

[pikemoreno]

Ship please, Star Wars, with a guy! I'm a 5'2 gal, with short, curled, brown with a red tint hair, & brown eyes. I love to read, write, bake, movies, and seeing how things work. I've always wanted to be something in the mechanic field, or history field. I'm not afraid to take charge if needed, but you wouldn't know it by first glance. I'm shy around strangers. However, I'm outspoken on lots of things. I'm a twin, and we aren't alike at all. I've had hard times, but I don't let it stop me. (Pt.1)

(Pt.2) I don't really make friends easy, because of how much I get used and due to people thinking I'm stuck up (but I'm just shy.) I'm working on that, though. I have alot of self esteem issues, and they're also getting worked on. I've never had an S/O, but I'd love to have someone to talk to, and have intimate chats with. I love sunsets, and sunrises and also to paint and draw (I'm not that good at it.) 

the ship you sent was sooooo cute thank you! neville is one of my favorite beans! 

ship: poe (i must say, i’m quite jealous even though i came up with this)

brotp: rose. smart lil resistance queens! small and shy but will fight you.

affiliation: resistance 

force user?: no, you’d be a mechanic with the resistance

bonus: you have an R-3 astromech droid that was left abandoned in a crashed a-wing you were trying to get working again. you fixed him up along with the a-wing and he’s your buddy now.

headcanons: 

i usually do hc bullet points but this turned into a full-on blurb oops? sorry if it sucks i didn’t edit it or anything.

on one particular day, you were in the hangar, laying under a sputtering ship, trying to make it not do that when commander poe dameron arrived in the hangar with a rather banged up black one. some of the other girls (and guys, let’s be real) that were working in the hangar practically jumped out of their skin to be the first to help with the repairs, trying to show off and be seen. cue eyerolls from you. you weren’t immune to his charm by any means, but, stars, did they have to be so obnoxious about it? while they were swarming poe, bb-8 rolled over to your droid to have a chat. you took a break from the x-wing, crawled over to sit by the droids and buffed out some of the scuff marks on bb-8 while you listened to their exchange of stories. this is how you liked it. not a hoard of people, just you and a couple of droids. but then there just had to be a shadow now looming over you. you squinted up at the figure. it was poe, fresh from shaking off the adoring followers who were now fixing up black one. you got up quickly. he laughed,

“woah, you don’t have to stand at attention. just came to check on beebee after that landing.” 

“oh... uh yeah. he seems fine. may need a little tune-up,” you stumbled, giving the bb unit a once over. 

“would you mind doing that for me?”

you raised an eyebrow at that. wasn’t he more than able to repair his own droid? but you replied anyway: “of course, commander.” he nodded with a beaming smile.

you didn’t think too much of that first interaction and being asked to work on bb-8, but then it got more and more constant. in the following weeks he would go to you with every little repair, whether for bb-8 or black one, and would talk to you while you worked. the latest was the most curious one yet. after a very routine patrol, he came back with a scrape all the way down the side of his x-wing. now this, you couldn’t let go. this was too weird. so you prodded a little as you worked at a side panel.

“looks like the patrol was a little more eventful than expected. can i ask what happened, commander?” you watched his expression out of the corner of your eye. the response was sheer panic he didn’t know you saw. 

“oh just a... a...” he sighed. he should’ve come up with a story beforehand. “an excuse to talk to you.” you dropped your tools. 

“come again?” you sat down on the wing now, facing him where he stood on the ground.

“i bring you all my repairs because it gives me an excuse to talk to you” it was the most unsure you had ever seen him. “nothing happened on the patrol that i would need repairs for so i skimmed a couple of trees on my way back in.”

“just so you’d have something to bring me?”

“just so i’d have something to bring you.” he confirmed. you started laughing and he looked horrified. 

“i’m sorry.” you stifled the laugh, “i don’t mean it like that. that’s just crazy. you could’ve just, i don’t know, talked to me?”

“i didn’t think i could. you didn’t seem particularly interested.”

“oh and join the followers? absolutely not. it wasn’t against you. that’s just me. i’d rather sit with the droids than ogle the charming pilot.” you practically saw the spirit of cockiness re-enter him then.

“you think i’m charming?” he leaned against black one now, arms crossed, smile sneaking onto his face, waiting for more.

you sighed. you’d been caught. “i can’t say i minded you being around all the time.” his smile grew impossibly bigger. you looked away sheepishly, smiling too. “i think she’s all fixed,” you changed the subject, hopping off the wing.

“you know, beebee hasn’t been looking that great today. you might want to check him too while you’re at it.”