#starf answers

[starfishart]

Is Cassie's new body a rejected/disused Glamrock Foxy? The design matches the Plex variations of Foxy (orange fur, blue accents, golden eye), and you had them lying with a pile of Daycare stuff (strong ties between Foxy & the Daycare beyond just Kids Cove, as pointed out by CathuresArt et al.) </FnafTheorist>

I've had a handful of folks asking about this or thinking the animatronic is foxy, however that's not like- 100% accurate but it is close!

I have explained this in full on stream before but I probably should put it down in writing so everyone can get the ✨️lore✨️

The basic idea is that the animatronic cassie is possessing comes from a very short lived secondary band from when foxy and Bonnie were still part of the main Glamrocks. This band was designed to be like smaller, more pastel versions of the glamrocks that were still their own separate characters (think like- loony tunes vs tiny toons).

The purpose of this band was to be a more toned down alternative to the glamrocks that occasionally played at superstar theater for younger kids and those with sensory issues that still wanted live music!

So yes- the animatronic is modeld after foxy but is not quite foxy :) (I tend to call her 'Vix' in my head)

[itsastarfish]

Boop!

THE PAW IS APPROACHING

[hiraya-rawr]

platonic intimacy — zhongli .

contains !! drabble, comfort figure zhongli, not proofread, gn reader, familial/platonic, intimacy, internal struggles, some asian stereotypes on love languages?

It's been a week since he last saw you, and more weeks since you last properly talked. It's worrying for Zhongli, knowing how emotionally and physically fragile humans can be.

Making his way to your home with a basket of groceries was an easy decision. Humans like food, and the food culture of Liyue is no different from a love language.

Your garden was in disarray. The plants slowly wilting. He enters your home with a spare key, one you gave him for emergencies after telling him how you don't have any relatives who live nearby to check up on you.

As a citizen of Liyue, a nation of filial piety, this meant you were very much on your own.

The inside of your house was different from the gardens— it wasn't messy, rather, everything felt untouched. Frozen in place and time, unused and stale.

He leaves his shoes by a rack. Not after noticing your own shoes strewn across the entrance. He places those back too.

None of the lights were lit, all the doors were closed. It was gloomy inside your home as he checks the livingroom and kitchen (leaving behind the groceries on the table).

Opening your bedroom door, Zhongli breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing your form in bed. Heavy blankets weighing on top of you, covering you all the way to the curve of your lips.

He walks closer, footsteps intentionally loud to alert you.

"Darling," He sits on the edge of your bed, hand reaching out to stroke your head, ". . . would you like something to eat?"

It takes a while for you to respond, but Zhongli is a god, and time is something he has too much of. You shake your head, a muffled no from the blankets that covered you.

He notices you didn't have any cups or pitchers of water in your room.

"How about something to drink?" He suggests. You pause, before slowly nodding your head.

"Alright, I'll prepare some tea. Would you like that?"

You nod.

"I'll be right back in a moment."

He pulls the covers over your form even more, patting it down before standing to leave. It doesn't take long before he's back, a warm hand rousing you (not that you were sleeping).

You turn under the blankets to stare at him. If he notices the exhaustion in your eyes, he doesn't point it out. He holds out a cup of tea, steam dances from the amber color.

"Can you sit up?" He asks but your body held you down like heavy weights. You aren't sure how to word it, it would sound too much like an excuse, so you stay silent.

He gives a small smile, almost sad-like as he places the tea on the table side.

"Here, I'll help you," A hand digs under the blanket, under your back, bringing you to sit up and lean towards his shoulder. It's easier this way, and you find him much warmer than the blankets that held you down.

He takes the tea and before he could raise it to your lips, your fingers circle around the cup to hold it yourself.

"I can drink. . . thank you," you mumble, sipping from the cup. He smiles, turning you to face him before planting his soft lips on your forehead.

His arms embrace you and you find yourself lulling to sleep in his hold. The teacup now empty, leaving a warmth in your stomach. You don't have to do anything as he hugs you, protective and relaxed.

"Would you like to eat now?" He asks, you ponder in thought.

"Maybe later. . ."

Satisfied by your answer, he cups the side of your head close to his chest. The other arm around your waist.

"Are you tired?"

". . . yes," You admit.

"Go and sleep, dearest. I'll be here when you wake."

With the promise of food and company, you feel yourself relaxing. Eyes fluttering close to the soft hum of his deep voice.

You rest for the first time in a long while.

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[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 12

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Tori, Chiaki

Proofreading: moricchiichan (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Tori: I want to hear it from you, senpai; from someone who wouldn’t call Eichi-sama an angel or a devil, but a friend.

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Location: Corridor

Tori: (humming♪) I spoke with Prez during lunch break! This is the best day ever!

Chiaki: Fufu. You sure love Tenshouin, Himemiya. Good, good. I’m glad he has a protege who adores him…

Tenshouin loves to go out of his way to play the villain — It’s hard to watch sometimes.

Tori: Yeah… That’s surprisingly perceptive coming from you, Morisawa-senpai.

Chiaki: He and I are friends, after all! He might’ve denied it, but it doesn’t change that I consider him so.

Tori: …I didn’t get a good answer back there, but are you really friends with the Prez, senpai? How? You guys look like total opposites.

He mostly calls everyone except Long Hair and Vice-Prez by their surname, but he called you “Chiaki”… and acted pretty familiar with you, too.

Chiaki: Yeah. I only realized a while after entering this academy, but we’d actually met a couple times as children.

Tori: Huh, so you’re his childhood friend, like the Vice-Prez?

Chiaki: Ah, no. We met and spoke in our hospital rooms, but I can count how many times just with my two hands.

Tori: Hospital…?

Chiaki: Yeah. I was frail as a child, and I’ve always been one to get injured often even then, so I had many trips to the hospital.

I ran into him sometimes, since he got hospitalized often, too.

We’d completely forgotten about such an old memory, though. But after reuniting in Yumenosaki and speaking to each other a few times, the memories came back to us.

I only introduced myself as “Chiaki” as a child, so I think calling me that just feels more right to him, over “Morisawa”.

Tori: Huh… I think I get that. It’s hard changing how you call someone. I still call Prez “Eichi-sama” too, sometimes.

Chiaki: You’re a big fan of his, after all. You can call me “Chiaki-sama,” too! ☆

Tori: No way~ I’m not even your fan, senpai.

…But you know, for two people who just met a few times as children, you were kinda overly familiar with each other… like real, good friends.

Chiaki: Well, he helped me out a lot when I got promoted to the Captain position in Ryuseitai.

Alone, I might’ve failed to keep Ryuseitai together and ended up putting an end to its long history…

I owe him a lot. He told me he was just paying me back for when I saved him in the underground livehouse back then, but…[1]

Seeing the state of affairs then, I don’t think he had the leisure to do that.

Yet he helped me, taking a risk he didn’t have to.

That was a kindness only possible when you didn’t look for anything in return. No, he might deny it, but… it was friendship.

He isn’t a cold, calculative machine. I want to believe that he isn’t as bad a guy as everyone makes him out to be.

But I don’t have to tell you that, Himemiya, do I?

Tori: …No. Actually, I've been feeling uncertain lately. I love Eichi-sama, so I’ve always snapped back each time someone spoke badly of him….

But in Starfes, I came in contact with a fragment of the darkness he was hiding…

Eichi-sama wasn’t the shining, perfect angel I thought he was.

There’s no smoke without fire. There is a reason behind everyone’s badmouthing of him — something cruel…

I can see it. I’m not a child.

Tori: Say, Morisawa-senpai. What happened in Yumenosaki Academy in the past? What did he do? What for?

Even though I wanted to know, I was too scared to ask more, so I couldn’t step into it all this time, but —

Tell me, even just within the scope of what I’m allowed to hear, but without lying or glossing over it. If I take it too slowly, Eichi-sama will graduate. I’m running out of time.

I want to hear it from you, senpai; from someone who wouldn’t call Eichi-sama an angel or a devil, but a friend.

Because I want to be close to him, too.

He’s cold and shivering up high in the sky, all alone. I came to see him because I wanted to nestle close and be by his side.

But he’s still a little far, so I need to fly even higher and get closer.

Getting too close to the sun melts away wings made of wax. But, he’s always told me that my wings are real and warm.

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Translation Note:

[1] Chiaki is referring to what happened in Crossroad.

[fruitbasket-gossip]

hi, question for all the mods! how did each of you decide what school to attend?

HIIII ignore that I'm answering this at like 2:30 am!!! (●'◡'●)

I chose Naranja because because it's one of the most prestigious schools in the world! An education like that looks great on resumes and sets you up for success no matter what field you wanna go into, y'know? ^_^ I mean I guess with my passions in contests and stuff, I could have chosen a school SPECIFICALLY for performance, but I like other subjects too, and Naranja-Uva's department of the arts isn't too shabby!!! Plus, It's a LOT closer to my home in Galar than Blueberry is, and while I can battle, I don't like it nearly to the degree I'd go to a battle school for it!

The other mods will reblog with their answers when they're available to! ╰(*°▽°*)╯ -Mod Starf

[lassolasso]

LMAO ZAVA AND SHANDY ARE BACK

Zava’s magazine:

ZAVA RETURNS

Striker heads to LAFC

“They love avocado toast here”

Shandy’s:

A STARF*KER IS BORN

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The brains behind the hottest new dating app

FEATURE:

Jack Danvers is no longer Daddy’s Little Girl

I love the arts department so much, i wanted answers about all of these characters I am so happy about this :))

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

I was going to make some sort of humorous joke about "Mondays". Perhaps one including that orange Purugly.

However, time has flown us by, and our guest was a bit busy with his work, so now it is Tuesday!

But it is still time for the:

Clive Update!

Brought to you by the Naranja-Uva Berry Collective! Feeling "Enigma"tic? Come Na"nab" some berries in the campus greenhouse and become a "Starf" of healthy eating today!

Today's Pride Feature is one who I have seen plenty of enthusiasm about online! ...Perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. You really all ought to show a bit more respect in how you talk about this man, by the Treasures.

But that aside, today's guest is the Sub-zero Shredder himself, Gym Leader Grusha!

...So people still call me that, huh? Say, Clive, do you even know what "shredder" means? Hey, I'm not the one being interviewed here! Of course I know what it means to "shred". You, um... uh... it's got something to do with shredded ice, I'm sure. Mmhm. No looking at your phone, I see that. Don't think I won't bring you crashing down with me. SO, um, of course, shredding... I'm explaining this for the kids who aren't cool enough to get this, of course, it's... uh... when you snowboard so well... you, uh... you blow past everyone else... um... Ugh, nevermind, that's plenty. So uncool... how about we just get started already. What does pride mean to me, right? It's on the tip of my tongue... When you blow the competition... Pffh... Past. You mean... Whatever, I'm just answering the question. Pride, to me, is pressing forward. Even when the path you were on suddenly becomes irreversibly changed, finding a way to keep going. Because you know that you are worth the effort. Even though you're terrified of losing more than you've already lost to the swirling storms. Ahem. You've certainly had to rebuild a lot for yourself over the years. And yet, you've done well at it. You have a reputation as the strongest Gym Leader here in Paldea, and one of the most well-loved for your... "androgynous swag"? I suppose... but I can't let that get to my head. I can't let myself get swept up again, like I did that day. But I am glad that my presentation resonates with so many people. Just because I chose to live my life as a man doesn't mean I need to look a certain way. I can be pretty and be a man. And I think I like what I've got going... even if I lost a few ties along the way. So I'm glad that people can at least... see themselves in me. Men, women, people off the gender binary... Their enthusiasm reminds me of how I used to be. Ah! I have found it! "Shredding" refers to snowboarding on difficult or challenging terrain! Congratulations. I'm so happy for you. Anyways, thanks for the interview. See you some other time, "cool kid".

[flemethinabighat]

Starfed we yet starved

Their mouths could open to swallow star systems, their throats could be wormholes to other, distinctly more gruesome universes. They are that vast in some respects. Yet, they do not take, they don’t consume, they don’t eat. Their hunger isn’t the kind that hollows red, ripened fruits to fuel their unimaginable engines.

From their emptiness they expel bright bands of radiating energy, their organs breathe the fires that births stars, singing the songs that expand the universe. But they are stone, they don’t grow or change. This would mean craving a fleshy diet, like the long lost mortals that dripped jeweled pomegranate seeds into raw earth from thirsty mouths, while the lean contours of their minds stretched outward toward divinity, starving for its perfection.

So these siblings remained unchangeable for years beyond count, minds locked in geosynchronous orbits with the star of their souls, ever sheltering a dark cold side of their consciousness. Their ears attuned to the whispers and hymns of the living universe, turning in shock as the many thrumming tones that weave through time began to thin to silence.

From this they knew hunger, from this they learned to fear and their darker halves turned towards the desperate light of their souls in question. They reached through the fire, burnt to bones to bring the music back.

Four siblings approached their mother on her throne of clouds and swirling stardust. She floated mightily above the platform before a giant doorway that sat silent and empty. Beneath her star cast shadow they glowed like deep sea creatures. She herself began to glow with a bright majesty, dissolving her own shadow as she absorbed the light of the stars she created.

Amani the starmaker loomed, but she didn’t wish to convey her disappointment. Merely the finality of the decision. Fresh hurt and wizened hurt at once behind her calm face, her beloved face. It made them each look away. Well, everyone but little Zymtesia. Nothing made her stop looking with large unblinking eyes, or smiling demurely with hidden thoughts. Her pink, diaphanous spider legs arching from her back twitched however, though what feeling exactly that betrayed was never obvious to her siblings. Her hands clasped before her, her feet poised like a dancer to spring, leap or twirl.

Each sibling hovered slightly too far apart and forced themselves in the hanging silence to meet their mother’s gaze. It took a gruesome effort.

“My dear ones,” she began at last, her voice a soft avalanche of sand, a rising thunder that lulls one to a dangerously deep sleep. “I think you forget, I was young once like you,” her face took on the expression they knew well, stars are a delicate business, growing from swirling dusts and chemicals heating and drifting. So easy to break, like molten glass. “We all must learn from the horrible magnitude of our mistakes to grow, to change and be more aware of our impact. Become what we must be, to both survive and serve the universe we conspire to create.”

They knew she ardently believed in serving the universe. Three faces turned away as each they fought conflicted thoughts, Zym stared straight ahead, smiling. “My children, who do you want to be, what do you wish to create?” She urged from her high cloud cover, her soft dark eyes framed by her jeweled headdress, she looked ineffably regal yet so tired.

She left the silence for their thoughts to fill, each of them knowing not to try to answer, with either genuine attempt or facetious quip. Even Pengamat remained silent, Zym eyeing him with her perpetual smile.

Her mantle of pink rough horns caught the azure light of a young star like a muttered joke, the black sclera of her eyes letting the cold silver of her irises shimmer with hidden thoughts he could nearly hear. He was glad he didn’t have a face to fight a smile, his giant blue eye, afloat in an orb of flame watered however and their mother didn’t fail to notice.

The doorway hung behind their mother’s cloud chariot, she gestured at it with a dry expression, knowing her youngest child’s mind just as well as Pengamat did. Thesalemeia crossed her arms as her one visible thick black eyebrow flattened over her eye from around the curtain of her long hair, falling in a shimmering viridescent sheet, ever sheltering half of her face. She glared at Zymtesia and whispered hush, though no one had spoken. The child’s diaphanous spider legs twitched again, this time with unmistakable defiance.

The doorway is opening, Amani said just as its ancient seal cracked and from beyond a screaming writhing torrent of motion became visible, palpable and alive, as if millions of little tentacles reached for them greedily. “Go now, visit the seer, Tesano, perhaps his wisdom will guide you. Perhaps you will answer the questions you’ve only begun to ask.”

Pengamat cringed internally, feeling the sharp teeth of his tie clench and shift as the jaw in his chest tensed. He disguised this by straightening his smart blue button up, that matched his eye, it’s half rolled up sleeves exposing his strong brown forearms in a fashion he felt was dashing while Zym teased him for his vanity.

All along the good child remained silent. Pengamat eyed his little sibling, adrift on their golden cloud, the very picture of their lovely mother. Keemasan the star shepherd hoisted their staff which was glowing faintly from its crystal, tossing its light over their silken hood. It began to pulse like a panicked heartbeat in the shifting horror of the avenue that lay beyond the doorway, the path they would have to walk.

“The council and I agree, my loves, it is time you made a choice. There is time enough yet to live, though our universe is in its last age.”

“Don’t give up hope.” The plea sheltered them in her love as much as her sorrow. Hope wasn’t a song they could hear anymore. Life was coming to an end, the universe was flicking off its lights and they had simply tried to keep them on. Why this upset anyone, including the Council was beyond the four of them, but Thesalemeia bore the shame of their actions the hardest, as the eldest and their ostensible keeper. She led the way through the door, and the path swallowed them.

[asktheisle]

C11 WITH OSCAR! LEMME SEE THE SAPPY OLD MAN (please)

((two birds one stone c; ))

[starfishart]

Here Cassie take this.

shes cured

[j0hnnymouse]

Teen Titans - Starfire x Borrower/Reader

Been seeing a lot of these stories around, so I figured I would throw one into the mix. _____________________________________________________________

Starfire dragged her feet as she paced through the halls of Titans Tower. Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy had left the tower to hang out. Raven, as per usual, had retreated to her room for some peace and quiet that often wouldn’t be there when the boys were around, rowdy as they were. As such, this was one of those days where Starfire was left to her own devices. After a fair bit of time spent simply meandering, she decided to give the television a chance.

However, as she walked past the kitchen, she heard a small rustling noise. She quickly stepped around the island in the middle of the kitchen to investigate. A fast food wrapper lay crumpled on the floor, probably the remains of one of Cyborg’s leftover burgers. Starfire leaned down to pick it up, only to see the wrapper shift a bit. “Huh?” Strange as it had been to see it suddenly move, the wrapper went eerily still. Now that seemed very curious. Starfire reached again to grab the wrapper, only for it to suddenly dart up into the air! Starfire let out a quiet gasp as the wrapper lightly touched against her face before fluttering down gently to the floor, revealing nothing. But then, glancing ahead, she spotted a small form moving across the floor. 

For their minuscule size, this figure scampered quite efficiently across the floor. Starfire walked quickly after it, making up ground, but the tiny figure darted underneath the sofa. With no hesitation, she slipped her right hand underneath the sofa’s edge, gripped it slightly, and lifted the entire structure off the ground, revealing a light amount of lint and crumbs from underneath the sofa, as well as the remote (she made a mental note to tell the boys she found it).

And of course, the tiny figure was right in the middle. As she knelt down to lean in closer, it seemed as though their appearance was that of a human. This struck her as odd. No human, even infants, were quite this small. This figure looked as though they could fit in her hand. That thought was enough for Starfire, without fully realizing it, to move her left hand towards the figure. It was the ensuing flinch and seeing them curl up that caused her to pull it back again. This tiny figure was afraid of her. Starfire sighed solemnly. She supposed it couldn’t be helped, given her advantage in both size and strength. But she was determined to get to the bottom of this. Curling in all but her pointer finger, she reached out again. _______________________________________________________________

Just your luck. The food-crazy boys had gone out for. The quiet girl in blue stayed in her room all the time. The only factor that could’ve gone wrong today was the red-haired girl. And of COURSE, that’s exactly how it went wrong. Aside from the obvious advantage in size, the girl’s strength was unreal. She was lifting the entire sofa off the ground with only one hand! And when the other hand descended, you scrambled back a few inches until you just curled into yourself. You wanted to run, but you knew enough about the teenagers dwelling in this building to know that you were outmatched ten, maybe a hundred times more than if you were dwelling in the home of a regular human.

A few seconds passed, and then you felt contact. You flinched as goosebumps flared up all over your arms, legs, back, and face, all of which grew warm from the sudden stress. But it wasn’t a grasping hand you felt. Rather, it was a poke against your back. About five seconds passed before you felt another. A second wave of goosebumps passed through you, though slightly weaker this time. “Excuse me?”

Despite how the red-haired girl towered over you, her voice was small, and rather soft. And despite her strength, her pokes had felt much gentler than you would have expected them to be. “I mean you no harm, little one. I only wish to talk.”

Slowly, you unfurl yourself and turn around to face this girl. Summoning courage from who knows where, you get on your feet and speak to her. “Could you… put that down first?” You stepped sideways as the girl carefully lowered the sofa back to its spot on the floor. She knelt down to the ground, placing both hands in her lap.

“I am Starfire,” she said. “Who are you?”

After a moment of hesitation, you respond. “I’m [Y/N].”

“It is good to meet you, [Y/N].” Starfire moved her right hand towards you. You took a step back in surprise, but her hand stopped a few paces away from you, sideways and open-faced. “On this planet, it is common to greet those you meet with a shaking of the hands, yes?”

“Er… okay.” You are questioning every move you make as you step closer to the offered hand. Taking a deep breath, you reach out, place your hands on either side of Starfire’s middle finger. More goosebumps follow as you guide the large hand up and down, feeling her move in time with your motions. After a few seconds, you let go and exhale the breath you’d been holding. “Hello… Starfire...” You blinked. “I’m sorry. You said... ‘on this planet’?”

Starfire nodded. “I was born on a planet called Tamaran.”

“So… you aren’t a Bean?”

Starfire squinted her eyes, appearing puzzled. “No, I am not the ‘musical fruit’.”

“What? No! I-” You take a moment to pick your words carefully. “A bean like… a human bean. You aren’t human.”

“Oh!” Starfire nodded. “That is correct.” She leaned down to get a closer look. You take a step back out of instinct, having never seen a dweller this closely before, let alone been face to face with one who looked so curious about you. “And what of you? You look very much like a human, yet you are much smaller than any I have seen. Have you been shrunk?”

“Uh… no, I haven’t,” you assure her. “I’ve always been this size. I’m a Borrower.” “What is a Borrower?” Starfire asked, ever inquisitive.

“We live in the walls of human homes,” you explain. “We borrow things from humans. Bits of food, tiny scraps of fabric for clothes, things people won’t notice when they go missing.”

“The word ‘borrow’ defines an intention to return, yes?” Starfire leaned in ever closer, her face slightly more than an arm’s reach away from you now. Her eyes had narrowed a bit, making her appear wary. “What are describing sounds like stealing.”

“Well…” You gulp, knowing you must answer carefully. “You’re not totally wrong. But remember the wrapper of food?” Starfire nodded. “Whoever was eating that food didn’t want what was left. Do you think it’s wrong to take scraps?” Starfire’s eyes wandered upward as she thought about it, then shook her head. “We take what humans don’t need or want in order to survive. Nothing more.” The longer she listened, the more Starfire’s leery gaze softened. “If it is a matter of survival, I suppose I cannot blame you for needing to steal.” She shifted her position, laying down on her stomach and resting her head on her crossed arms, getting close as possible to being at eye-level with you. “But why must you hide from us, [Y/N]?”

A pit forms in your stomach. “The thing about Borrowers… we’re not supposed to be seen by hu- er… dwellers,” you corrected, remembering you were speaking to an non-human. “Not ever.” “Why not?” Starfire asked sympathetically.

“If a Borrower is caught, they usually aren’t seen or heard from ever again.” Your clenched a fist as you felt your eyes begin to water, trying not to reopen that old wound. “It… happened to my parents.” Starfire gasped loudly, clasping a hand over her mouth. “That is terrible!” she cried out. “How could someone be so cruel??” You sniffle a bit, wiping your eyes clear of the few tears that you couldn’t hold back. “People think Borrowers like pests. Tiny creatures living in the walls… kind of like mice, if you think of it that way. It’s not totally their fault. It’s just the nature of humans.”

“That does not make it right!” Starfire declared. She set her palms on the ground and pushed herself up, inching forward on hands and knees until she loomed just in front of you. But now her eyes, instead of showing suspicion, now gleamed with sympathy. “I am sad to learn of what’s happened to your parents and other Borrowers, [Y/N]. And I do not wish for you to suffer that fate.” You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” “I wish to help you.” Starfire moved her right hand forward, then turned it over so that her palm faced upward. “And I wish for you to be my friend.” As you looked at up at Starfire and your eyes locked with hers, you weren’t certain if you’d ever witnessed a person express themselves so openly, honestly, or sincerely. As you’d been talking to her, the sensation of wanting to run away had started dissipating without you even noticing. It was in this moment you realized that the urge had vanished entirely, and now this girl’s hand was offered to you in friendship. A few paces was the short distance between where you stood and one of the most important decisions you would ever make… and before you knew it, you’d taken those few steps and were now standing on Starfire’s palm. She shifted herself carefully, keeping her hand level as she rose to her feet and straightened her posture, after which she lifted her right hand upward. Before long, you found yourself once again in the center of her gaze. The longer she stared, the more her gaze seemed to sparkle… was it amazement? Of you? That felt a little strange, and yet flattering as well. It was barely a moment after fully reading her expression when you felt a sudden shift. Starfire’s hand moved up towards her right shoulder and tipped forward. You almost yelled, anticipating a fall, but just as soon as your support had been taken away, the flat of her hand turned vertically. She covered your body up to the middle of your back, holding you against her shoulder firmly… then a little tighter… Good Lord, this girl was a very tight hugger!

“I officially welcome you to Titans Tower, [Y/N]!” Starfire declared loudly, spinning around in circles from her elation. “I cannot wait for you to meet my friends!” And with that: your life with this group of teenagers, and out of hiding, had begun.

[sugarsculls]

17-19 :0

send me numbers

already answered 18!

17. a fact about my life

I have really bad luck with furniture and stuff??? Idk why but I tend to accidentally break them a lot lol? Like I’ve broken the couch at a hotel, my grandma’s toilet, a desk at school (though that one wasn’t my fault), a chair at school, I’m just a mess in real life.

19. middle name

Ambar!

[krisp715]

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Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride Market Research Report 2022 - Industry Size, Share, Demands, Regional Analysis & Estimations Till 2028

The Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride Market Report, in its latest update, highlights the significant impacts and the recent strategical changes under the present socio-economic scenario. The Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride industry growth avenues are deeply supported by exhaustive research by the top analysts of the industry. The report starts with the executive summary, followed by a value chain and marketing channels study. The report then estimates the CAGR and market revenue of the Global and regional segments.

Base Year: 2021

Estimated Year: 2022

Forecast Till: 2022 to 2028

The report classifies the market into different segments based on type and product. These segments are studied in detail, incorporating the market estimates and forecasts at regional and country levels. The segment analysis is helpful in understanding the growth areas and potential opportunities of the market.

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The report covers the complete competitive landscape of the Worldwide Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride market with company profiles of key players such as:

3F Group

China Starf

Derivados del Fluor

Do-Fluoride Chemicals

Dongyue Group

Fubao Group

Fujian Shaowu Yongfei Chemical

Fujian Yongfu

Honeywell International Inc.

Hunan Youse

Solvay S.A.

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Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride Market Analysis by Type:

99.99 AHF

99.90 AHF

99.70 AHF

Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride Market Analysis by Application:

Chemical Industry

Mining Industry

Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride Market Analysis by Geography:

North America (USA, Canada, and Mexico)

Europe (Germany, UK, France, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Australia, South-East Asia, Rest of Asia-Pacific)

Latin America (Brazil, Argentina, Peru, Chile, Rest of Latin America)

The Middle East and Africa (Saudi Arabia, UAE, Israel, South Africa, Rest of the Middle East and Africa)

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What are the opportunities and challenges currently faced by the Anhydrous Hydrogen Fluoride market?

Who are the leading market players and what are their Strengths, Weakness, Opportunities, and Threats (SWOT)?

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How is Mother's Day going for all of you?

Well. Mother's Day is in March for Galarians and was on the 5th for Paldeans, so it's only really Mother's Day for Kelpsy and Liechi. I can't answer for them but I'm going to be real I don't think any of us except maybe Liechi are having a good time when mothers are involved. -Starf

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Hello! What about a scenario (I love your scenarios) for Nazuna and Mika trying to spend Christmas together but they're afraid fr telling Shu they're dating?

i love writing scenarios too they just take. a while hnff  _ (┐「ε:)_ but! i wrote this in mika’s third year bc christmas/starfes was still messy between valkyrie + nazu-nii, so have some nice nazumika closure

 He's running late, so he doesn't have much time to worry over the things he has spent nights worrying about: is his hair fine? Did he remember to bring his gift for the present exchange? Is he going to be late - well, yeah, he's definitely late.

  Mika pushes the door to the diner open, and scans the room for that familiar crop of yellow hair - ah! There he is! He slides into the opposite booth, already mumbling a string of apologies.

  "It's alright, Mika-chin," Nazuna tells him, and his smile is understanding. "I didn't wait too long - look, you're only fifteen minutes late."

  Mika shifts in his spot, uncomfortable by how he isn't being rebuked for making someone wait. "I-I guess that's true, yeah."

  "But it's been so long since I've seen you," breathes Nazuna, and he reaches out to touch Mika's hand. Physical contact... physical contact with his boyfriend; it's been something Mika's been longing for, what with Nazuna studying in a university out of town and Mika living in Shu's apartment to finish his third year of high school. It's almost too sinful, and he retracts his hand a little too fast. Nazuna notices. "So... why were you late?"

  "Uh..." He'd been drinking in the sight of Nazuna ever since he'd sat down, and now he finally finds it within himself to look away, abashed by his answer. "I had to explain to uh... Oshi-san that I was gonna meet some friends today for Christmas... instead of stayin’ at home. Took me a while."

  "I see."  Nazuna's smile dips into something disapproving, and Mika already knows what's coming: why haven't you told Itsuki about us? When are you going to? He wouldn't be mad - would he?

  Mika doesn't know, but it's been a sensitive subject between the two of them ever since he confessed to Nazuna over text a few months ago, and they started going out. He doesn't want this to ruin the limited time they have together, so he tries to change the subject. "H-how's school been goin’ for ya?"

  "Oh! School's been going quite well - except for this big project we have due in two weeks time. Did I tell you about it? No? So basically..."

  Almost immediately, Nazuna perks up again, chattering away about life in university, and how he'd made the most of the short break to meet up with his family and the boys from Ra*bits. Mika doesn't know if Nazuna is really that oblivious, or that he too doesn't want this dispute to ruin their day together.

  So they enjoy their lunch together, happy to be able to see and touch the other in real life rather than through the walls of their tiny phone screens. The present exchange goes smoothly too - Mika is delighted by the prime selection of candy Nazuna had assembled for him, and Nazuna is smitten by the handkerchief with a little embroidered bunny that Mika had sewn for him. The rest of the day is wonderful too, and Mika can't help but enjoy every moment of walking around town with his boyfriend hanging off his elbow, excitedly pointing out the shops he used to frequent when he still lived here, or the stages he had performed on with Ra*bits.

  That's why it almost physically hurts when the day ends, and Mika has to finally let go of Nazuna's hand.

  "S-so I'll see ya tomorrow, yeah?" Mika asks, hopeful. "Ya don't mind me sendin' ya off at the station, d'ya?"

  Nazuna laughs. "No, not at all," he says, but then he pauses, and his smile tightens. "But Mika-chin, I do mind that you're not going to tell Itsuki about our relationship."

  Almost immediately, he feels his body stiffen again. Mika doesn't want the day to end on a bad note and yet... and yet Nazuna is so serious, there's nothing he can do to run away from the issue at hand.

  "I... uh..."

  "I know that you're scared to tell him - I-I'm too, y'know?" goes Nazuna, face turning a little red. He takes a deep breath, exhales, and fumbles for something in his back. "H-here. I got this for him - a Christmas present."

  The parcel is pushed into his hands, and just by feeling the material within the thin packaging, Mika can tell Nazuna had purchased some sort of fabric, and that of a really good material. All of a sudden, he feels helpless.

  "Nazuna-nii... I..."

  "Thank you, Mika-chin." Nazuna smiles the sweetest smile he's smiled all day, and Mika's breathless all over again. Then he pulls Mika down, tippy-toeing to kiss his boyfriend on the lips. He's a little shyer when he moves back, and definitely redder in the face. "I-I'ww see you tomowwow, I guess."

  Nazuna slips off into the darkness, leaving Mika standing there, trying to relive the best Christmas present he'd ever received.

 It's past the Itsuki family curfew when Mika slinks back into the apartment, and he expects Shu to be so furious at him that he would've gone straight to bed; curiously enough, the light is still on in Shu's room.

  Mika stands before the door for a few seconds, unsure of whether to leave the gift before it with nothing else so Shu can put two and two together himself, or whether he should knock on it and give it to him directly. No... maybe he should just pass it to him tomorrow-

  "Kagehira?"  Mika jumps when the door opens, and Shu peers at him. "You just returned, did you not? Where were you this whole time?"

  "I... I was out w-with..." Under Shu's scrutiny, Mika almost bursts into flames, and is beyond relieved for Shu's attention to be drawn to the gift in his hands.  "What is that?"

  "This? It's a... Christmas gift for ya," Mika says, placing it in Shu's hands. "F-from... it's from..."

  "Nito?"

  The gift tag tied to the wrapping paper has Nazuna's name, and having it read out by Shu... the shame burns hot. Shu can probably feel it radiate off Mika from inches away, so he mutely unwraps the present.

  "Ribbons," Shu mutters as the slivers of fabric reveal themselves to him. "Oh, and what beautiful ones too... There's so many outfits I embellish with these."

  "O-Oshi-san!" Mika blurts out, pained by the awkwardness of the situation. He screws his eyes shut, and his hands grip helplessly at the hem of his shirt. "I-I'm so sorry for lying' to ya all this time b-but- I've actually been seein' Nazuna-nii for a few months already, behind yer back! I-I was scared of how yer'd react, but... but I..."

  He trails off when he realises that Shu's gaze is soft on the ribbons; soft on him. "I knew it all along, Kagehira," says Shu, his voice quiet and resigned. "I've known about your budding relationship with Nito all along - don't look at me like that now, your phone doesn't have a password feature, does it? - and I was just waiting... waiting for you to tell me. For you to trust me with this knowledge."

  "O-oh."

  Somehow, the fact that Shu knew he had been hiding it from him all along makes everything feel worse. Mika shifts a bit in his spot.

  "It is laughable, is it not?" goes Shu, and he smiles at the ribbons. "I should be upset with you, and yet... I find myself being rather happy, to be quite frank. That's why... thank you for letting me know, Kagehira. Thank you."