#its supposed to just be idm

[clumsypuppy]

xīn yá 🌱

[kishdoodles]

Happy New Year! My yearly Davesprite is here to usher in 2024... it's been a quite the 2023! This also marks 10 years since I started this tradition... yippee!!!

I made the piece this year listening to @toontitsgoopbrain's davesprite tracks (give them a listen they're really good!)

2023 has been on the quieter side for me, nonetheless I'm overwhelmed by the support I've had during it anyways. Thanks to everyone who stuck around!

2023 | 2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014

[peachyfnaf]

the villains team up on rwags brought me sm joy that ive watched it twice so i just had to draw smthn for it :) (some alts under the cut)

yippee :D

[luvmanifesting]

REASSURANCE post

feel like you failed 2024? because you wasted all your time scrolling instead of applying? well i’m gonna be straightforward with you in this post even thought its meant to help you feel better. in 2025 what YOU are going to stop doing is stop constantly looking for answers and you are going to start applying with what the information you have already and use that to manifest everything you want. idc if you have to robotically affirm or chant to whoever you believe in TAKE action already! no more crying, no more saying “ugh idm ill just shift anyway” no more procrastinating NO MORE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS. the only reason majority of you guys manifested NOTHING this year was:

you kept procrastinating

you were definitely being lazy

yes you were constantly reacting to the 3D

you seek validation from the 3D

you have a victim mindset

gross..!!! you are NOT entering 2025 like that! if its new years eve for you then you still have a chance to make things right for yourself, you absolutely can induce pure consciousness before the clock hits 12:00 YES YOU CAN YES YOU CAN. BUTT back to the main point of this post. REASSURANCE

you are okay, you are not a failure and no 2025 will not fail you, dust yourself off and wipe your tears you are not the only one struggling i promise. there are tons of people in this community with the lack of understanding and desperately needing answers like you but now its time to rid of that victimization mentality. you are GOD and if you don’t like that term then you are the CREATOR. remember please remember the 3D is dead, the 4D is the true reality. you were born with the most powerful gifts ever; IMAGINATION, AFFIRMATIONS. use your gifts to your advantage, you are not unlucky, you are not unworthy. acknowledge what you are not bringing in 2025 and let go of everything holding you back. yes you can manifest with terrible circumstances, yes you can induce pure consciousness at any time anywhere. QUIT looking at success stories for motivation. it brings jealousy and doubts. and why are you dependent on motivation?? its called discipline.

bring your 2025 shit you never thought you can ever have, do it for your name, do it for yourself, do it for the experiences you wish to have, do it for fun, do it stressed out, do it when you’re bored. MANIFESTING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN. if it feels like a chore then you’re doing it wrong, if you have to force yourself to affirm you’re doing it wrong.

LAW OF ASSUMPTION: assuming what you want to be true without the validation of the 3D (basically without proof). You affirm and then you decide you have it. Manifestation is not a process.

PURE CONSCIOUSNESS: only aware of the 4D just forget about the 3D.

hope to see plenty of success stories this year.

[strawberry-spectre]

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GUYS THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A QUICK SKETCH HOW DID IT SEND ME INTO ART BLOCK FOR WEEKS???

anywayssss, i love spelltine and i hope my absense didnt make you guys think i loved them less lol

schools so stressful like i just had 3 tests 2 weeks ago then 4 tests last week how is this even possible and i have to write a science report too and its not even marked (im doing it on vampire bats tho so idm <333) AND MY REGION IS GOING THROUGH LIKE A WEEK OF 35C (95f) WEATHER LIKE PLS LET A GIRL LIVE😭😭😭

ima do my best to finish the other wip of val looking at spelldon too :3

also so many of my irl friends follow this acc like guys pls dont mention this at school or ima die of embarrasment <3 >:(

[marquessofendos]

Hey sorry for asking this but you don't have to answer

What's radqueer supposed to mean?

Google wasn't particularly helpful

-syder

radqueers are hard to describe, so lets start with "a subsect of the MOGAI community". "radical queers" on paper does seem like a good idea. theyre pro-queer, pro-para, pro-endo, pro-good faith identities, and so far, all that sounds great, and you and i probably are also both pro these things.

until you get to the part where many radqueers fully believe children and animals can consent ("pro-contact radqueers"), as well as support harmful transitioning (i.e. RCTA/transrace/trace where people want to transition to a different race from their bodies) and just awful transid stuff in general (stuff like transautism where someone allistic wants to transition to having autism)

they also have a HUGE problem with ignoring dnis. radqueers WILL interact with anti radqueers as if its their god given fucking duty. so as a reminder to any radqueers who read this and think its a bright idea to send me an ask

anyways cheers i love answering asks idm at all

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hi hey it's me the Frank obsessed girl hello hi there

I'm afraid I need to have seconds if it's not much of a problem

I'm starving for a little sweet Valentine's Day fluff but like a rlly rlly rlly fluffy adorable cutie patootie Valentine's Day full of love could be a day in or a day out idm

In conclusion whatever u want to write but as a Valentine's Day special 💕💕💕

Sending love and good wishes and hoping you start the new year amazingly 🖤

Valentines - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader

Word Count: 711

A/N: Just in time ;)

I’d always considered Valentine's Day to be a dumb holiday. There was never really any point, let alone anyone to spend it with–until Frank came along. I never expected him to be the type to celebrate the holiday, often citing those generic holidays as nothing more than quick cash grabs by corporate America. We’d spent years as friends, eating at diners every Valentine’s as we toured across the country with it quickly turning into its own little tradition. He had only just asked me to be his girlfriend a few weeks before, everything between us had slowly been growing, finally reaching its crescendo. “You’re not seriously telling me you haven’t planned anything for him?” Gerard mumbled from the couch, a coke with lemon in his hand. I tilted my head back and forth, thinking it through. “I don’t know, it just seems like if we were going to do something, we would’ve planned it already. It’s tomorrow,” I sighed. Gee had already told everyone about his plans for Lindsey and was practically bursting at the seams with excitement. “You’re overthinking it,” Gerard said, shaking his head. “Just do something simple. It’s your first Valentine’s together, right? It doesn’t have to be a big production.” I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, but it feels weird. We never did anything before, and now suddenly, just because we’re together, I’m supposed to start caring about Valentine’s Day?” “You don’t have to care about the holiday,” he countered. “Just care about Frank.” I sighed. That was the problem, wasn’t it? I did care about Frank. A lot. I just wasn’t sure if he’d even want to do anything. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, and I didn’t want to be the one to force some corny Valentine’s tradition on us when we’d spent years laughing about how ridiculous the whole thing was. “Look, just do something small,” Gerard continued. “A card, maybe. Or grab takeout from that diner you guys always go to. Something that feels like you.” I nodded slowly, letting the idea settle. Maybe Gerard had a point. I didn’t need to go all out—Frank would probably hate that anyway—but acknowledging the day in some way could be nice. That night, I found myself at the corner store, staring at the rows of Valentine’s cards. They were all too much—over-the-top declarations of love, glittery hearts, cheesy poetry. None of it fit us. But just as I was about to leave, I spotted something tucked behind the others. A simple, black-and-white card that read, You’re my favorite pain in the ass. Perfect. I bought the card and grabbed some takeout from our usual spot. When I got back to the apartment, I hesitated before scrawling a note inside the card.

Frank—Happy dumb corporate holiday. You’re still my favorite part of every day. Let’s go eat some greasy diner food like we always do. Love, (yeah, I said it) Me. I sealed it up and shoved it in my jacket pocket before I could second-guess myself. The next evening, when I met Frank at the diner, he slid into the booth across from me, shaking his head with a smirk. “You know, I almost got you something for today, but then I thought, nah, she doesn’t care about this holiday.” I rolled my eyes, pulling the card from my pocket and tossing it onto the table. He blinked, surprised, before picking it up and opening it. As he read my note, a slow, warm smile spread across his face. “Damn,” he said, setting it down carefully. “Now I feel like an ass for not getting you anything.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my milkshake. “You got me dinner. That counts.” He chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Alright, but next year, I’m getting you something so obnoxiously romantic, you’re gonna hate it.” I snorted. “I look forward to it.” And just like that, we had a new Valentine’s tradition. Later that night, as we packed up after band practice, Frank caught me by the arm. “By the way, drummer girl, I think you might just be my favorite pain in the ass, too.” I laughed, twirling a drumstick between my fingers. “Better get used to it, guitarist boy.”

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[layuko]

The blog of Ignihyde's own icecube, Layla Iserna.

" S-So like what am I supposed to do abt this now uh- "

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Fun Facts

She has a roomate named Aracio Varin that's like her bestie that she bullies <3

I ship her with my two yuu OCs Kuzuryuu Natsumi (yes I stole her name from danganronpa whatchu gon do abt it) and Isami Yuume ! (But if you want to ship her with anyone else sure idm !!!! Hehe :3)

She's an honorary member of the first year gang

She has a habit of zoning out ,,

BASIC INFO UNDER THE CUT !!!

" A girl that's quite literally, cold as ice. Though often shy, she can be rather energetic when it comes to the things she likes. "

Name: Layla Iserna

Nickname/s: Lay ((Aracio Varin) Icefish (Floyd), Dame des Glaçons (Rook)

Age: 17

Birthday: 5 / 6

Gender and Pronouns: Demigirl, She / They

Sexuality: Cupiosexual Panromantic

School: Night Raven College

Dorm: Ignihyde

Year: Sophomore / 2nd Year

Best Subject: Astrology

Club: Science Club

Class: Class E (Classmates with Riddle and Jade ,, 😧)

Occupation (If staff): N / A

Species: Human

Twisted From: None, persona. But loose / slight inspiration from:

Elsa (Frozen)

The White Witch (The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe Movie)

Periwinkle (Disney: Fairies)

Layla (Genshin Impact)

Appearance:

Personality: Layla is often a more shy and introverted person who keeps to herself, like most Ignihyde students. While she does not do so well when it comes to academics, she is intelligent, it seems that the only thing holding her back is her laziness and sleepiness. She's often rather apologetic, tending to say "sorry" over and over and over again (maybe even bowing as well) every time she does something wrong to someone, like breaking one of their things and etc. She has low self-esteem and confidence, doubting the things she does and the words she says, and so she seems to walk on eggshells everyday. When you get to know her, she can be rather fun to hang out, despite being a lil weird, she tries her very best to be sweet and nice to others. She's also a bit of a coward, easily intimidated by those higher or better than her.

Unique Magic: “Frost Infection” Everything Layla touches turns cold to the touch, a blanket of frost covering it. It's a “tad” unstable, so, when stressed enough, it will activate on its own, frost spreading on the things all around her.

[nicofan57]

hi i havewords to share. the seitei war info from this chapter is propaganda (kagurabachi 66 spoilers kinda)

okay i dont really post much analysis or long textposts on here (i usually share my bachi thoughts on reddit) so um. bear with me. also if anyone wants to add or refute a point i make idm! im not the Most knowledgeable on these things so

^the pages i am talking about, for reference

first i wanna start by talking about real life. for anyone reading this that doesnt know yet, kagurabachi’s story is about japan’s atrocities in ww2, it is anti-imperialist. history textbooks glorify the military especially, and schools just dont explain the war in depth and for the most part this contributes to making japan look better. there is a lot of glorification of japan as a completely “perfect” country, even from the citizens themselves, because they dont have anything deeper than a basic understanding of what happened during ww2. i read something on this for an ap lang paper, so i’ll link it if anyone’s curious (idk how to access this without jstor, sorry!): The Glorification of War in Japanese Education by Saburo Ienaga.

now how does this relate back to kagurabachi ? at first glance, the info about the seitei war doesnt really seem like its propaganda, and its easy to fall for what these pages are trying to make you believe— that the people on the shokoku are the enemies (ive seen it happen on twitter). but actually examining the pages, its very vague. like it just talks about “the invasion” it doesnt say like Who invaded What if you get what i mean. the vagueness is intentional, it shows there is something about the war we dont know. chihiro is only just regurgitating the surface level information he knows about the war to iori, who only also has that surface level knowledge (since her memories got wiped). both are victims of this censorship i mentioned before, it’s supposed to reflect the basic education japanese people get about ww2. it says the blades and the master swordsmen “wiped out the enemy” but who really Is the enemy? if the people of the shokoku really were the enemies, why was there graffiti on samura’s walls saying he’s a murderer, despite being regarded as a hero in school? why was kunishige so reluctant to tell chihiro about the war?

so honestly i think that it wasn’t really a war it looks like it was kind of more like. a genocide. it makes sense, theres a lot of recurring events in history where the gist is “strong country invades other country and destroys the natives of other country in order to exploit/take something”. land, materials, etc (in this case it would be the datenseki). it lines up with samuras betrayal and his goal to kill all the swordbearers, it lines up with kunishige frowning whenever shiba told chihiro stories from the war, it lines up with even shiba being hesitant to reveal what really happened in the war to chihiro and shatter what hes known for his entire life to keep him safe, and probably many other instances i cant think of rn

as a closing thought: based off the information we have now, the closest thing i think parallels the seitei “war” from actual history is the pacific war during ww2

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

yeah its just 😭 idm lifestealers on the realm but, like. i wish they would stop treating it like theyre on lifesteal. the realm can be competitive but its way more about the steady grind and the storytelling, its supposed to be a relatively slow paced server. and ppl defend them with "well, thats how it is on lifesteal" but this isnt lifesteal. idk. trsmp is based on games like d&d, right? imagine if you were playing a d&d game and one of your party members always just jumped to killing other party members or npc they didnt like. that would be rude, right? its just rude

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[hii-hawaiiu]

Bored

Pairings: Sirius x Reader

Summary: Sirius Black is so full of himself and Y/N seems to be tired of it.

wc: 965

A/n : posting it at 1 am rn (a girls gotta do what she gotta do) angst?? kinda?? idk its more like arguments and all nevertheless i hope you all enjoy!! don’t be shy to leave some likes/comments/reblogs or all three idm

Why don't we

Call it for what it is?

Can't remember the last time we kissed

And it tickled my heart

I think that it's best that we spend time apart

I just yawn

Listening to you

Talk about yourself again

And again

“And then, I managed to close that major deal with the goblins,” he said with a smirk. “I don't know why everyone thought it was impossible, but I did it, of course! no one could refuse someone as charming as me.”

Sirius sat in his chair, leaning back with a pompous air surrounding him. He was recounting yet again his latest achievements to Y/N, his tone laced with arrogance as he boasted about himself again and again.

Y/N let out a yawn struggling to keep a neutral expression, her patience wearing thin with each word that came out of his mouth.

Y/N sat in silence as Sirius droned on about himself, feeling a familiar sense of boredom wash over her.

She couldn't take it any longer. "I'm bored siri," she blurted out, her voice betraying her feigned interest.

Sirius looked at her, a baffled expression on his face. "What do you mean, you're bored?" he asked, clearly annoyed that she had interrupted his monologue.

Y/N sighed. "I mean, I'm bored of this. Of always listening to you talk about yourself, and never once asking me anything about myself."

Sirius scowled, clearly offended by her remark. "Well, excuse me for trying to share my life with you," he said sarcastically.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "It's not about sharing your life, it's about listening to mine as well. This conversation is always one-sided, with you doing all the talking," she explained, her frustration growing.

Sirius huffed, clearly not used to receiving criticism. "So what exactly do you want me to say then?" he snapped back.

Y/N felt the anger bubbling up inside her. "Maybe try asking me how my day went or what I did, instead of just talking about yourself over and over again," she suggested through gritted teeth.

Sirius rolled his eyes, clearly not appreciating her feedback. "You're being ridiculous," he retorted. "I talk about my life because it's important, and you're supposed to be interested in it."

Y/N's patience had reached its limit. "And what about me? Doesn't my life matter too?" she shot back, her voice rising.

You followed me out and said, "Darling, don't leave"

Your passionate monologue woke up the street

"I'll marry you someday, you're perfect for me"

I got in my car just to drown out your plea

Y/N stood up abruptly, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor echoed through the room. She had had enough of Sirius' self-centeredness and knew that she couldn't bear to sit through another minute of his boastful chatter.

“oh come on! Y/N! Darling, you know I don't mean it that way!” He yelled/exclaimed as soon as she stood up waving an arm in the air as if to express his sorry.

“Look, I'm sorry darling, I love you, you know that right?” He voiced out his concern, outstretching his hand as if he's begging her to stay, “I’m sorry, love, please,” his voice began to shake.

She stormed out of his flat, slamming the door behind her. She couldn't believe how far their relationship had deteriorated, how he’s so self possessed. How he was so charming at first but now just the thought of him makes her depressed.

He followed her out and said, "Darling, don't leave," his passionate monologue woke up the street “I’ll marry you someday, you’re perfect for me”

She quickened her pace, feeling irritated at his attempts to win her back with empty promises and sweet nothings. She got into her car just to drown at his plea.

As Y/N sat in her car, engine running, she could make out Sirius' voice through the closed windows. He continued to speak, his words barely audible over the sound of the engine.

"Y/N, please listen to me!" he shouted, banging on the passenger window. "I know I've messed up, but please, please don't leave."

Y/N refused to look at him, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.

Sirius continued to talk, his words blurring together in a jumble of pleading and desperation. "I promise to change, Y/N. I'll listen to you more, I'll value your thoughts and feelings. Just please, don't go."

“I can’t do this anymore, Sirius” Y/N's words echoed in Sirius' ears, silencing his pleas. He stood outside the car, his shoulders slumped in defeat, as he absorbed the weight of her statement.

"You can't do this anymore? With me?" he repeated incredulously, trying to comprehend her meaning.

“yes, we’re done Sirius, I’m done”

As Y/N drove away from Sirius, her mind and heart were in turmoil. Every mile she put between them felt like a weight lifting off her shoulders, but at the same time, it felt like a dagger lodged in her heart.

Once she reached her own apartment, she parked the car and buried her head in her hands. The tears she had been holding back since the night before came streaming down her face, and she couldn't stop the sobs that racked her body.

With her forehead against the steering wheel, she let out a strangled cry, the pain and exhaustion finally taking over.

Cause I'm bored (bored)

Bored of this love, oh, I'm bored (bored)

Bored of this talk, and

Maybe you're just way too vain to be interesting

Baby, keep talkin' but nobody's listening

Don't mean to walk out the door

But, baby, I'm bored, oh

[bleue-flora]

idm the cdiscduo demon angel take but only when its not used to be like 'aw imp ctommy' infantilizing shit and justifying his height based on it like when people draw him like a toddler and then say hes an imp. also dont like the ''demon turned good'' just keep it as demon but probably not hell born and very different to c!bbh. Angel c!dream is fine but people try to twist it to be like he is obsessed with rules and order when c!dream canonically enjoys chaos at times. Also seen people say hes like adam from hazbin hotel which I think is odd. I think the hc of c!disc both being human is slightly better than demon-angel imo with c!wil, c!punz, c!george being humans too

Also I respect hcs but angel!c!tommy is just not possible.

Yup. I’m pretty much the same. I mean - you do you, boo - and if demon or angel dsmp member makes you happy then whatever, but to be honest with Badboyhalo being a demon it doesn’t necessarily make sense to say other human characters are also demons because why wouldn’t they look the same (obviously you could derive reasons but still). Plus their is canon specific mythology of the dsmp with Mumza and DreamXD that doesn’t relate to the Biblical doctrine. So there’s no reason to say whether either of them are angels or demons besides Bad, as there is no such evidence to support that. Is the Nether not Hell? Eryn is from the Nether is he too a demon? Where is Heaven?… are just some starting questions. Again you could theorize or make up answers but meh.

On the other hand, while I don’t think Dream is an angel, he is certainly connected to the divine in some way. He is considered the “admin” of the server and as I’ve touched upon before [here] Tommy’s comments in the finale basically confirm that Dream’s op is canon in some capacity. Additionally, god looks like him, which he explains by saying Dream is the first person he saw but still, is that also why he’s considered the admin. And on top of that, Church Prime is canonical but the founding is based in some part in Dream enlightening people as a Jesus or god. So I suppose there could be some evidence to support Dream being an angel, or at least likely some sort of divine being, but he’d be quite the flawed one that’s for sure. Technically, I suppose he was possessed by a dreamon so… he isn’t a “demon” but was perhaps a demon in the form of possession or something. But anyways, all that to say, the duality and dynamics of demon and angel I think is interesting mythology and even literature lense to look at things, however, I’d almost argue with how messy morally the dsmp is it is hardly a good application. In a world where again, morality is undefined and not according to our standards, and biblical elements like heaven don’t explicitly exist, I’d say it doesn’t work well. There are many narratives where it can be applied and looked at but I don’t think this is one, in my opinion at least. It just doesn’t work well. And that’s coming from someone who has drawn the parallels between Jesus and c!Dream and does believe in angels in real life…

[treezxu]

THEYRE SO CUTE!?!?@!

hey…………………….. so i heard you talking about oc meetups (smiling demon emoji)

hee hee twirls my hair hands you her

hee hee i mean im just kidding. unless...

[din-miller]

Heyoooo! I’m not sure if you take requests, or if this is where your supposed to ask, it’s my first time doing so :’)

BUT

If you do, I was wondering if you could maybe wright an angsty fic, could be platonic or romantic, idm, but after a mission the reader dies similar to how aunt may dies in Spider-Man. Like, everybody gets out alive after a mission, and they’re about to head back on the ship r somthin and then BOOM, the reader falls. They don’t know the are dying and everyone is panicking(or just one of TBB for bonus individual trauma) then after a few, they die. One minute TBB have it all, the next, their world shattered.

Ofc your free to change as much as you want up, and you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a prompt I’ve been thinking about. Personally its just been nagging me for a while and I love your writing, and would really love to see it done (we all love some heavy angst, no?)

Again, if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine, just thought I could ask <333

Hello dear, sorry this took so long.

Full disclosure, I’ve never seen Spider-Man. I watched a few videos on YouTube. Both for the movie and the video game not knowing which death of Aunt May you had in mind. Thankfully you provided enough details in the request which helped me hugely!

Thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me ❤️

(Ps. You didn’t mention if you wanted the reader to have a specific pronoun so I’ve chosen to use she/her as the readers pronouns)

Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

Pairing: The Bad Batch + f!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: Character death, blood mentioned, female reader, fun sibling dynamics THEN hurt with not a drop of comfort to be found, platonic relationships, use of mando’a (translation at the end)

Sometimes everything you hold dear to your heart, can slip out of your fingertips without out a cause, without a warning, without an explanation

“Remind me when we get back to Ord Mantell, to tell Sid that being hunted by an unknown animal was not in the job description.” Tech grumbled, re-gaining his balance after tripping over a root hidden in the soil.

You laughed, dodging another tree branch as you raced past him, “I wasn’t aware Sid was handing out job descriptions.”

“It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t, we’d be broke if she did,” Hunter pointed out, “If you haven’t noticed, her missions are getting more dangerous lately.”

“Oh, come on, they’re not all bad,” You flinched when the creatures let out a loud roar, “See, even they’re agreeing with me.”

Your commlink beeped, Crosshair’s voice coming through the speaker, “Take the next left, you should be able to lose them in the tall grass.”

“Lose them?” Echo smirked, enjoying this more than he probably should as he jumped over a fallen log, dodging the sharp claws trying to shred his prosthetic leg into pieces, “The fun’s just getting started!”

“You can say that again!” Wrecker cheered, running beside you; Omega balanced on his shoulders, shooting her bow in hopes that it’ll slow the animal chasing them down.

“Has anyone found their weak spot yet?”

Of course nothing is ever simple with the Batch. The creature's skin ricochet any blaster fire and for the first time in history, Wrecker didn’t pack any explosives. Something he’s still evidently mad about as he complained very loudly: “No need for explosives, Tech said. It’s a peaceful planet, Tech said.”

“It was peaceful until you decided to awaken the den, Wrecker.” Tech pointed out, dodging another pounce from the creature behind him, “This plan isn’t working.”

“Crosshair, I thought you said we’d lose them in the tall grass, not attract more!” Echo growled, annoyed as his prosthetics creaked loudly, “You’ll be in charge of oiling my prosthetics when we get back.”

You let out a snort, because that'll be a sight to behold. The others laughed when all Crosshair replied with was a sneer. With a fond roll of your eyes, you opened your comm link, “I have an idea.”

“If past experiences have proven anything, those words have never been followed by anything good.” Typically Tech response.

“You got a better idea?” You asked, a tad judgemental, “Just trust me, okay. Hunter, grab Omega and run. All of you, out of the grass.”

“Copy,” Echo turned to brothers, “Race you to the ship, last one takes first watch tonight.”

Hunter’s helmet is focused on you and you know underneath it he’s giving you a pleading look to not do anything stupid. You just waved him away in response.

“I’ll be right behind you.” You promised and drew your blaster. He sighed and took off with Omega at his side.

As promised, you followed. Albeit a little further behind them as you shoot at the ground again and again, the blaster shot hot enough for the dry grass to catch on fire, forming a wall of flames that prevent the creatures from continuing their attack. As the fire builds and they begin to retreat, you let out a breath of relief. Then, with a huge grin, you threw your hands in the air, ”Victory!”

“Parjir!” Wrecker cheered, high-fiving the youngest Batch. The kid giggled and gave a cheer herself.

Hunter shook his head at them, but you can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came, your name falling from his lips: “Behind you!”

Before you could turn around, your body is slammed to the ground. A vicious snarl came from right behind your ear and you winced at the loudness of it. You twisted your body and grabbed the blaster off of your belt. In the distance the boys are calling your name and without sparing a second thought you started firing into the creature's stomach, taking no pleasure in the pained screams it let out.

You laid your head back against the ground and tried your best not to gag at the smell and warmth of the blood seeping into your clothes. A second barely passed before a pair of hands pushed the animal off of you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” You answered, letting Tech help you up, “Thank you.”

“Next time please eliminate all threats before celebrating.”

“I’ll make sure to triple check my surroundings.” You promised, brushing off the dirt clinging to your pants.

“That would be suffice, thank you.” He said dryly and you chuckled in response, amused with his way of speech.

While Hunter started checking Omega over for any injuries, you pulled Wrecker toward you to do the same. The biggest clone willingly allowed you to poke and prod at various body parts and he doesn’t even complain when you checked a second time despite knowing that other than a bruise or two, he’s fine.

“Your turn,” Wrecker gestured for you to turn around, but before he could begin his check, Hunter called for everyone to grab their packs and start moving out. Wrecker clapped his hands together with a giant grin, “Finally! The heat is killing me! I guess I’ll check you over once we’re back on the Marauder.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” You patted Wrecker’s shoulder and followed him to where the others started preparing for the trip.

You begin the journey back to the ship at Wrecker’s side but the longer you walked, the slower your pace became and eventually you fell behind. The fire is still roaring behind you, the warmth of it faint against your back and despite having felt like you’ve travelled miles, you're not even halfway back to the ship yet.

Echo slowed down to match your pace, arm brushing against yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Echo. I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off, that's all.”

“Should I get Tech? He’ll probably have a stim shot.”

“No, there’s no need to bother him. I just need a sec-,” A sharp spasm rippled down your back, the force of it knocking you over, your legs giving out from underneath you.

Echo caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and you leaned into his embrace, head crashing onto his shoulder. Echo lowered both of you to the ground, “Help, we need help!”

Hunter dropped down beside you, helmet placed on the ground as his eyes scanned over your body, looking for injuries, but he can’t tell if the blood is yours or the creatures, “Echo, what happened?”

“I don’t know, we were talking and then she collapsed.”

“Collapsed?” Wrecker appeared beside Hunter, helmet also off, his brows knitted together, “Is she okay?”

You know what he’s thinking, it’s written across his face. He should have checked you over earlier and you know very well that thoughts like those never lead anywhere good, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay, Wrecker. I just need a second.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair huffed impatiently. He’s out of your line of sight but you know he’s scowling, “Get up.”

“We have time to let her catch her breath,” Hunter surveyed the burning grass. The fire is steady and far enough that it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a few seconds, “When we get back to the ship, Tech is going to check you over, okay?”

Tech eyed the flames with caution, “For once I find myself agreeing with Crosshair. We don’t know what other animals the noise and fire might draw. We shouldn't stay here. It’ll be best to let Wrecker carry her to the ship.”

“First cardio, now a full upper body workout! It’s shaping up to be a good day after all.” Wrecker joked, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety that lingered in his words as he waited for Hunter’s permission.

Hunter nodded and moved out of the way, “Thanks Wrecker.”

“I got ya, ner vod.” Wrecker scooped you up, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip, only before he could find one comfortable enough for the both of you, he froze, his hold on you loosening until you were set back down carefully.

“Wrecker?”

“I-, she’s…,” He stuttered, taking several steps away from you until his back collided with a tree behind him. His eyes desperately searched for his brother, “Tech, she’s… oh maker, please no.”

You frowned, confused at his sudden behaviour. Tech seemed equally confused but he must have seen something in Wrecker's expression that you hadn’t, because suddenly he’s digging through his pack, searching for something of importance judging by the urgency of his movements.

You turned back to Hunter, “What’s wrong? What’s Tech doing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure everything is fine.” Hunter reassured, returning to his previous place beside you. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingers deftly prodding at your side until they stopped at the bottom of your rib cage, then he’s applying pressure against your skin, cursing as he yelled for his brother to hurry.

Echo grabbed his pack, emptying the contents carelessly onto the ground before lifting your head up and placing the pack on the ground as a cushion for you, “Just relax, everything is okay, you’re okay.”

Tiny footsteps made their way to where you’re laying and Hunter held up his hand, stopping Omega from coming any closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her but his words are directed at his older brother, “Echo, take Omega to the ship.”

“No,” Omega fought the hand that grabbed her arm, shoving Echo back, “What's going on? Why aren’t we moving?”

She looked at you, anxiously awaiting an answer and you're quick to reassure the small girl, “Need a sec’, I prob’ly inhaled too much smoke.”

Realising that she isn’t going to go willingly to the Marauder, Hunter sighed, “Omega, go check on Wrecker. That’s an order, kid.”

Omega pressed her lips together and for a second you thought she was about to argue but instead she listened and went to check on Wrecker. The bigger clone’s sat on the ground, head between his legs, but he welcomed Omega into his arms when she hugged him in an attempt to calm him down.

Hunter cocked his head towards the two, “Echo, keep an eye on them.”

“Yes, sir,” Echo stood up and laid a hand on Hunter's shoulder, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Take care of her, vod.”

Tech took Echo's place, a scanner held over your body and he adjusted his goggles in the way he does when something isn’t looking good. The muscle in his jaw twitched before he turned the scanners screen to Hunter.

You tore your eyes away from them and tilted your head back to watch as the fire curled up into the dawn sky. Red and oranges mix with the pale pascals, and the stars, so bright from here, so familiar, blur with every breath you take. You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

“Don’t do that,” Crosshair hissed, “Keep your eyes open.”

You blinked them back open and you’re a little surprised to see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. When your eyes met his, the corner of his mouth turned up, “Good, keep your eyes on me.”

“Crosshair?” You leaned into his hand, seeking the comfort he’s providing despite his usual nature, “Why aren’t we movin’? Is someone hurt?”

“No, everything is okay,” Crosshair replied, but it’s through clenched teeth. Something he only does when he’s having to say something he doesn’t fully believe and/or agree with. He positioned himself criss-crossed above you and lifted your head, replacing Echo’s pack with his lap, “We’re just taking a break.”

Right, a break. A second to relax and catch your breath, that’s what you needed. You closed your eyes, even though you're pretty sure someone just told you not to, but there’s a heavy fog clouding your mind and you can’t remember who it was.

“I said to keep them open.” Crosshair, right, that’s who said it. The man who’s currently demanding you to look at him.

“Crosshair, keep her awake.”

You're able to open your eyes enough to watch as the sniper glared at Tech, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Hunter’s fingers threaded through yours, “You can’t fall asleep, cyar’ika, okay? Hey, look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.”

The fading sun is too bright and your vision struggles to focus but you listened to his words and for that he gave you the softest smile, “There you are.”

“Wrec’ ok’?”

“He’s okay. We’re all okay. You just take another second to relax and don’t worry about anything, we have you.” Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, “You have to tell her, Hunter. You have to let her say goodbye.”

You want to ask what he means. Who’s saying goodbye by who. You want to ask why he looks so sorrowful, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and your voice only comes out in weak gasps.

“Move,” Tech ordered Crosshair, taking his position to support your body up against his chest, helping the air fill your lungs, “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”

You tried to match Tech’s breathing, the strength in his inhale and the sturdiness in the exhale, but your lungs start to fail you as your breathing became weaker, your grip loosened but Hunter doesn’t let go. Not even when your eyes drift shut for the final time and your chest stills.

Hunter lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered a promise: “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“Hunter?”

“Kid-,” Crosshair reached out for Omega, not sure if he was trying to comfort and protect her or hell, maybe even himself, as she dropped to her knees beside your body. It took everything in him to not walk away, far from here, but she needs him. His brothers need him.

They all watched helplessly as Omega finally noticed the blood pooling around your body, “She's bleeding! Tech, why are you just sitting there?! Help her!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Omega. The wound was too deep, she was losing too much blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t believe that. There has to be something we can do!” She pressed her tiny hands against the wound while she begged through tears: “Wake up! Talk to me, say something, anything! Please, open your eyes!”

“Ad’ika, she’s gone,” Hunter swallowed around the lump in his throat, his lower lip quivered when he pulled the small clone into his arms, “She’s gone.”

Mando’a translation

Parjir. – Victory

Ner vod – My sister

Cyar’ika – darling/sweetheart

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum – Daily remembrance of those passed on *I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.*

Ad’ika – Little one

[sillybeansss]

hits you with the late reply, haiiii :3

I need to give cucan more love tbh I've been so sucked up in prucan lately (< REAL !!! actually cuba needs love and content in general sigh [could you tell i really really like cuba]…i also need to give prucan more love—apparently its super popular but i never see anything prucan related???? WHERE IS THE PRUCAN!!! GOES FERAL I NEED THE PRUCAN!!!!!)

 I LOVE THEMMM AHSHSHJSSH YAYAY (< I CAN TELL!!!!!!! oh my God i <3 hetalia i. am so normal…and i havent even watched 1/9 of the show)

also HIII SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE HRUURUUU (< my response is even later, dont worry…im alright i suppose, kind of nervous for the new year…)

Ive been drawing,,,its a ref to a mmd I watched once, I love the song (< i loved the final(?) result!! they all looked so silly and i love how you draw your art style is so art goals tbh…please draw more often /nf)

sorry if i sound drier than usual im just kinda tired,,, (this was typed out between i dont know how many days maybe like yesterday and today or maybe like one day before that)

~🫶🏽🎳

how did I never reply to this is this recent I’m so so sorry if this was from like forever agooo😭😭🙏

and I hope you e watched more of the show silly,,, Cuba appears a tiny bit in the movie☺️

AND I HAVE BEEN DRAWING MORE!!!! I think you already know that thoooo :33 and don’t worry about it silly idm

[sugar-omi]

What if there was like this ending where we could elope with Baxter because like his entire outfit when we were planning the wedding is purple and just screams "Speak Now" by Taylor Swift. It's been like on my mind for the past few days. I love Cove with all my heart I promise but Baxter just makes my heart beat in a different way than Cove does. Could you like write this maybe?? Or just rant about it, Idm <3

omg i almost rewrote this bc it wasnt at the top of my drafts n i thought i lost it pls i almost lost my mind anyway i wont lie its more proposing less wedding but :,) i hope its ok tysm for the rq anon<333

tags : fluff, (after) step 4, eloping

synopsis : you propose to baxter and elope

I think baxter would be a bit sad to not have a full blown wedding, but I also think he's just happy n surprised to be marrying anyway LOL

I imagine he'd even be the one to propose it first, especially if he knows you don't want a wedding event.

but first I wanna talk abt the proposal...

you've woken up a bit earlier than baxter.

even though he says he's become tolerant of morning for his job, once his days off hit he's back to the same stumbling baxter you first saw.

so while your darling Victorian-emo man is sleeping in, you're up bustling around the kitchen preparing breakfast.

it's an assortment of croissants, fruit, oatmeal, eggs, and waffles.

it's simple in reality, since most of these things are store bought or like how the croissants are a messy craft you and baxter somehow didnt turn into an atomic bomb.

considering you two have the cooking skills of a racoon who cant reach the stove.

you've made bread with your ma before, so it turned out excellent.

only because you did most the work and baxter was your pretty assistant.

but you couldn't tell with how nicely things are plated up and prepared.

putting all the plates on the tray and carefully balancing it so as not to spill the contents, you start walking to your shared bedroom.

you're meet with a sleepy baxter, rubbing his eyes and his hair is sticking up on one side.

he's so cute..

he blinks and smiles, turning his body towards you. "there you are.. oh. what do we have here?" baxter raises an inquisitive brow and steals the mug of coffee once you set down the tray.

you're nervous, he doesn't even see the ringbox yet and you can't decide if it's a miracle or cruelty against your poor heart.

smiling at the sight of baxter and willing your voice to come out strong, you present your gifts.

"here we have a mug of black coffee, just how you like it."

baxter hums into the cup, joking with you. "I suppose it'll do."

you laugh and continue your presentation. "next are some waffles with a side of eggs, sunny side up, only laid by the best chickens. and here is an assortment of the finest fruit, picked by yours truly from the loveliest grocery store."

baxter doesn't even try to stiffle his laughter, snorting at your best snobby waiter voice.

"and what else is there?"

"well here we have an engagement ring, and finally some croissants with your pick of jam, peanut butter, or perhaps you'd like me to make a sandwich out of it, my good sir?"

baxter laughs, his head tossed back and holding tightly onto his coffee so he doesn't spill it on the sheets.

he's still laughing a bit as he comes down and he chooses from his platter. "I'll have the ring-" baxter wipes his tears of laughter.

"wonderful choice, sir." you pop open the ring box.

baxter let's out a small "wait-!" suddenly realizing what you just said.

you laugh, more out of nerves than anything. "baxter... I uh, well I have a lot I could say and I can't really decide what to say even then so.."

you pick up the box and present it to him.

"I love you, and I wanna be with you forever so baxter.. will you marry me?"

suddenly baxter is very awake, and he's staring at the black band with wide eyes. the single diamond in the middle of the silver strip is blinking back at him and before he realizes it he's crying.

baxter, still aware that there's a tray of food between you, moves it to the side and throws his arms around you.

when you decide to elope, wanting to forgo the whole wedding planning, it's still beautiful

you and baxter go shopping and pick out some clothes together.

he definitely insists on matching color schemes, so you end up going for a plum and black palette

baxter in his nice plum purple shirt n a black vest <3333

you have xavier as (one) of your witnesses and they take lot of pictures. all of them aren't great because they're definitely teary eyed and wiping away a few tears watching you get married because you've become such good friends.

please indulge him a bit and have a "reception"

it's really just baxter dressing up your house nicely and having all your friends and family over for a nice dinner

he'd just be bouncing around the house, hanging lights and confetti and there's a nice 2 tiered cake xavier made and its still very lovely and intimate

he's just so happy to be married to you, he loves you so much <3