#they heal together <3

[p1xel-bee]

These two mean everything to me

[lotuslate]

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Wangji”

[aroaceleovaldez]

we should make Nico more fucked up, actually. enough woobifying him. that boy should be covered in blood and viscera

[bikananjarrus]

thinking about caleb being struck with this sense of recognition when he sees depa in the bacta tank. about the way he’s drawn to her. and then after he leaves, she wakes up from her 6 month coma—pulled from it by this connection they share through the force. like he was meant to be her apprentice, like they were meant to find each other.

and to parallel, the way that ezra can hear the force singing to him, nudging him to look, look - to see what's right in front of him! and when he sees kanan, recognizes that kanan is what he's being drawn to, that's when kanan turns around. (recognition of self through the other).

the force is drawing them together, and has been long before ezra and kanan ever laid eyes on each other. because kanan tells hera later that even before they knew ezra, they were drawn to lothal. that no matter what happens, they always end up back on lothal.

like kanan was meant to go there. like he was meant to find ezra, in the same way that he found depa.

[sunflowerdales]

Heal || Hunger

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

having Marina and Acht be old buddies separated for years like this was so RUDE

so WHY'D side order have to stab me in the heart with this friendship like that huh?? why'd they have to DO that!!!!

I AM UNWELL

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Frank! fantasy flavor!

rambles:

i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!

i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability

i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!

figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!

ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.

and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!

i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit

speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...

as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.

closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr

[tennessoui]

“Kiaree is pregnant,” Obi-Wan says, as if Anakin is supposed to care about this woman and her baby. “If her name is drawn from the victor‘s pool, I will take her place.” “Like hell you will,” Anakin snarls. “There are other victors.”

“Magdeline is old,” Obi-Wan’s eyes cut away, fall to the space between their hands. Good, Anakin thinks viciously, he should find it hard to look at him. “She should not have to go back to Coruscant. Not ever again in her lifetime. If her name is drawn—” “Then you will let it be!” Anakin rounds the corners of the counter, unthinkingly fast. He clasps his hand around Obi-Wan’s shoulder, squeezing the fine fabric that Coruscant has dressed him in tightly. “Why would you volunteer for them, Obi-Wan? They have never volunteered for you.”

“The actions of others do not control my own, Anakin,” Obi-Wan snaps, pushing him away, freeing himself from his grasp. “I will volunteer to serve as master and mentor, as I am the most suitable to be victor—” Anakin grinds his teeth together, pushing himself back into Obi-Wan’s space, pinning him against the counter. “You would do that to me?” he asks, low, voice a dark growl in his throat. Obi-Wan has styled his hair carefully, slicked it back and trimmed his beard. Anakin touches the lines of his beard, ghosts over the glossy locks before shoving his fingers into it, messing up the tidy strands. “You would take yourself away from me, for months more?”

“The Games will last no more than a fortnight,” Obi-Wan murmurs, keeping his back straight, unwilling to melt into Anakin’s touch. “I will be back on Stewjoni soil before the leaves turn gold.”

“You will be parsecs away from me until the spring,” Anakin replies, and he gentles his hold, smooths over the mess of Obi-Wan’s bangs and slots himself up against him. Not fighting, not pushing. Pressing, coaxing. “Your body will be here, but your mind will not. Do not pretend as if you do not know what I am talking about.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth falls open, a flash of red as he wets his bottom lip and looks away. Of course he knows what Anakin means. The years that he must go to Coruscant, the years that he is made master of two children who are destined to die bloody and screaming, those years haunt him in his eyes. It is the price he pays as a victor—it is not just his Games that haunts him. It is every Game he has ever been made to watch, to participate in even from the sidelines.

And he may be willing to pay that price so that his other victors may live without it, but Anakin will not allow the same.

[marymekpop]

a daily dose of sunshine & wisdom

[lavenoon]

I got a new tattoo!!

@naffeclipse so he can't come to the appointment, but he can look at the result <3

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/ she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

(tat pic under cut, warning for my bare, complaining about being shaved leg lmao)

I'll now go back to not including my tattoos in my doodles unless they suit me, because man that's a lot of lines lmao

[crushpomegranates]

okay but how is bloodweave toxic

[ducktbm]

Floyd’s a trans woman your honor

[crescentfool]

i just want good things for them 🥺💗

[mattastr0phic]

From 1 to 2, a game that’s stuck with me for 6 years now... love these guys so much

[newvegasceo]

Is it your Tav/Durge or does another character feel like they're actually leading the group? If so which one? Not counting playing as origin characters. Feel free to elaborate in the replies/tags (I will read them).

[angeart]

dropping this hhau mini rp snippet out of context and running—

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death loop. that's a phrase grian didn't think will ever again apply to them. because dying was meant to only happen once.

an electric current runs down his spine as the phrase bounces around in his head, with all its held-in possibilities. they can die over and over and over again. and they'd still be here. alive through it all.

grian pauses in his attack, pulls a little higher, supporting his weight with his arms braced by each side of scar's head as he looks down at him. (he just wants to see him.) grian's face is flushed, eyes bright, but his expression shifts, from unbridled joy to something more tamed. tentative and soft and incredibly, irresistibly hopeful.

"we're going to live," he says suddenly, with so much unprecedented clarity in his voice.