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owoesies · 1 year
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hello i made a comic and its. 32 drawings long. i will add on the others with reblogs, but here's part 1 basically!
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seoz-seoz · 2 years
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"I'm going to borrow this~"
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Definitely one of Obito's sexiest moments. Good for him.
Kakashi internally: ...damn bitch that was hot
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grimmbunnies · 4 months
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BEHOLD
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llumisims · 4 months
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Horizon Eyes for Humans, Pets, & Occults
Default and Facepaint eyes for humans, aliens, vampires, mermaids, werewolves, cats, and dogs
Removed spec and emission maps
Sclera is a blend between the one from my Comet Eyes and Pixelore's sclera
PSD in download folder
DOWNLOAD: CurseForge | MF
Credits: @pyxiidis @pixelore
@alwaysfreecc @maxismatchccworld @mmfinds
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bugstung · 1 year
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It's missing empires smp season 1 hours
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sentbyheaven · 1 year
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universally loved
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oscarwetnwilde · 10 days
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Many many gifs of James Wilby and Rupert Graves reunited at the BFI Flare 2024.
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lxm-memories · 2 years
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Do you take anonymous request?
If so, could you write about Luxiem’s reaction to the pocky game? Like how they are feeling during the game.
I’m pretty new to Tumblr, but I have seen anonymous people use an emoji to tell the difference. Could I be 🌧 anon? Sorry for asking too much question.
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pocky game w/ luxiem
✧ luxiem x gn!reader [separately]
✧ content: headcanons, pocky game, kisses & teasing, suggestive at times? a coy plot to get kisses easily in guise of a challenge.
✧ rule of thumb: please read my works as fiction related to the streamers, they are in no way real or connected to what the actual streamer is as a person - i write for the personas of luxiem, not for the person behind them.
✧ a/n: by this point you're probably already aware that you are the 🌧 anon! usually these sort of emojis is for reocurring anons in who often comes into the askbox to chat with the writer a lot so it helps distinguish you from all the other people who go on anon! and thank you so much for requesting !! this took a while, but that's because i wanted to make it as good as possible, and even after all the time i still feel like i could've done better, but i still hope you like it!
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✧ Only blinks widely at you when you first bring up the challenge one afternoon. He's not opposed per say, he's just confused. "Where did this come from?" he asks with a chuckle, taking the box from you as you sit on his desk directly in front of him. "Oh? A cherry flavor?"
✧ "It's also heart shaped, isn't that kind of cute?" you tell, watching as Shu cracks open the lid and opens the package, but before he can grab a stick and taste it you've already snagged the package of biscuits away from his hands, the sorcerer letting out a sound of surprise at your abrupt movement.
✧ "If you want a taste of this cherry flavor, you'll have to do the challenge with me," you gleefully announce, leaning away from the sorcerer and crossing your legs with a grin. Shu's cheeks flushing slightly at your bold request, a nervous smile crosses his lips with his eyes locked onto your teasing ones, his pupils following the pink package you're swinging back and forth.
✧ With no other option, Shu merely leans back on his chair, propping an elbow up on the armrest and resting his cheek against surface of his hand, eyeing you closely. "If you wanted a kiss you could've just asked you know?" he mutters, not resisting when you pull his chair closer to his desk where you're sitting - the sorcerer now looking up at you.
✧ You merely giggle, twirling a strand of his hair as you pick up the biscuit and place it into your mouth with the other. Shu can still see your grin when you lean in for him to take grab the other end of the biscuit with his own mouth. "You're not even going to let me have the end with the coating."
✧ He doesn't know why this is making him nervous. He's used to having you close to him, even closer in general. So why is it now that there's a cookie between the two of you, and you're gazing at him with a teasing grin that he's feeling all funny?
✧ He's noticing that you barely bit further into the cookie, only having taken one big bite before letting Shu do all the work. He can feel his cheeks getting warmer, and he stops a tiny bit when he can feel your breath against his own.
✧ Placing a hand against your waist, he leans in to slowly connect your lips, shyly sneaking his tongue in to grab the last bit before leaning back, cheeks flushed and swallowing the snack before muttering a low: "... I win."
✧ You laugh lowly, leaning in to press your forehead against his own with a sly smile. "So?" you start, "How was the flavor?" Shu only gazes up at you, stares at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a snort, his hand wraps around your neck. "I don't remember, might need to taste it again," he mutters, leaning in to once again capture your lips with his own.
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✧ His eyes practically sparkle the moment he spots the snack amongst the other things you have bought, excitedly picking it up before turning to you with a smile. "Let's play the pocky game!" he suggests, you only cocking your head to the side with a confused smile, "The what now?"
✧ His eyes seem to sparkle even more upon discovering that you don't know what the game is about, excitedly sitting you down on the couch and sitting directly in front of you - groceries long forgotten for this game.
✧ After hearing the rules, your only lean your face to the sofa back, quirking an eyebrow up in amusement. "Ikey, if you wanted me to kiss you, you could've just asked." you tease, the novelist flushing slightly while vehemently denying your teasing remarks. "No! it's just a fun game to play!"
✧ "A game that would most of the time end up with the two participants kissing," you add, ignoring his pouting while you open up the bag, pulling out the pink coated biscuit. "Strawberry too, your favorite." you quip, before placing the snack in front of Ike, "There, open wide, Ikey." The novelist grumbles a tiny bit, but he eagerly awaits for your mouth to wrap around the other end. You do notice the intense stare Ike has on your mouth the moment your lips wrap around the pocky.
✧ Ike doesn't even give you a second to make yourself comfortable before he's already biting away at the pocky, only stopping a bite away from your mouth and staying put. If any of you would want to "win" this game it would end up with either party kissing the other one.
✧ But the fact that Ike doesn't attempt to move further puzzles you, does he think you'll eventually get uneasy by the close proximity without him doing anything? At that you let out a little giggle, the action causing your body to tremble a bit from trying to keep your mouth on the snack, but your behaviour making Ike tilt his head to the side in confusion.
✧ So the only one who had the kissing in mind was me, huh? You wonder, letting your fingers run lightly up Ike's pants, your lover jolting upon feeling your fingers on his body, but the novelist only gets a second to register your fingers before your hand settles on his waist and you lean in to press your lips onto his.
✧ There's a strangled squeak from Ike, which quickly gets muffled when your tongue tangles with his own - pocky in his mouth long forgotten, but the flavor making the kiss a lot more enjoyable than normal. That and maybe the fact that Ike is still very much surprised by the kiss, making him all the more pliable in your hold, you wrapping your other unoccupied hand around the back of his head to pull him closer to you, effectively making the novelist sit on your lap.
✧ "You were supposed to get nervous and move away!" Ike gasps out the moment he pulls away, lips swollen and cheeks flushed in embarassment, or anger? You don't know, but you only cheekily grin at him, "Ikey, you forget that I will gladly kiss you in any occasion if the opportunity is presented to me, challenge or not." Ike only huffs at you, before burying his face into your neck. "I'm never playing a chellenge like this with you again."
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✧ Didn't know the game existed before you told him about it, but is still down to try it out with you. "You are so going to lose," he says with a grin, before pulling your chin down to place the snack into your mouth himself.
✧ You see, playing this game with Luca was the first mistake you could do, lover or not. Playing any game with Luca in general is an idea you should think over, lest you want to get pranked. But alas, you only had one thing and one thing in mind. To kiss him.
✧ But did your beloved boyfriend know that? No. He fully believes that this is just one of your other silly games that the two of you usually do when you're alone - and as such he's going to be same menace he is when he on collabs.
✧ The first sign that you should've noticed that indiciated that Luca was going to play dirty was right at the start - because you see, he wasn't moving. He acted like he was moving, but his lips didn't move further up the cookie and closer to your own mouth.
✧ Second sign was that wandering hand on your thigh. Fingertips gliding across the exposed parts of your skin, making you shiver. Briefly dipping underneath your shirt to make you jolt, but your lips were still firmly wrapped around the pocky - much to Luca's dismay.
✧ If you had only kept your eyes open after those brief touches, you could've seen Luca's mischevious grin and pulled back in time or bitten your way to his lips to make him understand what the main motive of this game was - but alas, you never opened your eyes, something Luca appreciated very much.
✧ And it's not long before your feel his fingers slip underneath your shirt to tickle against your side, the sudden sensations making your jump away from the snack and let out a squeak at his fingers against your skin. "L-Luca, what the- stop-" you wheeze, only realizing the abscense of the cookie in your mouth right after.
✧ Looking up to glare at Luca, you notice that your beloved mafia boss, who is very much still straddling you swallow down the last bit of pocky with a triumphant grin. "I win," he declares, the declaration only making you groan. "Of course you would think I meant to play literally," you murmur, Luca cocking his head to the side in confusion, smile still present. "What did you have in mind?"
✧ "This." you murmur, before placing your hand behind Luca's neck and yanking his face down to yours, pressing your lips against his. The sudden movements making your teeth clash together which causes Luca to groan a tiny bit, but he quickly settles down to recopirate your kiss.
✧ "... You know if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked," he says with a laugh once he pulls back, causing you to roll your eyes. "Let me be romantic and cliché for once without you utterly destroying it, please."
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✧ Oh he's seen this game in every shoujou anime he has watched. And the moment he sees you pick up the box, observe it before placing it onto the cart? Oh he's waiting for the moment you ask him to do the challenge with you.
✧ Hours go by, and Mysta's focus snaps towards you when you get up to grab something to eat, coming back with the chocolate flavored box of pocky - and once again he's getting all giddy, eagerly waiting for you to ask him.
✧ But you don't. You merely open the bag and eat the cookies while continuing to watch the episode of whatever tv-series you're currently into. Completely ignoring Mysta's intense stare - is what Mysta believes. But when you glance over at him, you see the imaginary fox ears perk up, and you blink before you look down at the box in your hands.
✧ Did you finally get his message, did you finally understand what he wanted to do? "... Mysta, do you perhaps..." your words drift off, and Mysta nods furiously to answer the question you have yet to even answer. "... Want to eat some pocky?" you ask with a confused smile.
✧ No. No you didn't get his message. And poor you can only continue smiling in confusion as you see Mysta's face twist a little in disappointment before he grabs the box from your outstretched hand and takes out one stick, pointing it towards you with a pout. "Have you heard about the pocky game?"
✧ The question makes you blink a couple of more times as the wheels in your brain starts to turn - and it doesn't take long before you remember the game and burst out in laughter, causing Mysta to flush slightly. "That's what you wanted this whole time? Why didn't you just ask, babe?"
✧ Mysta seems to flush even further at your comment, pointing an accusatory finger in your direction, words slurring into each other at how embarassed he is. "Y-Ya kno- knew this entire time! And you didn't-" his words jumble with each other, but you're too busy laughing. getting up from your seat to close in on him. "Well, babe. Not everyone has the idea of doing a game whenever they buy snacks, you know? How could I have possibly known you wanted to kiss me with the help of a cookie?"
✧ Taking out a singular pocky, you use your thumb and pointer finger to cup his cheeks before placing the cookie in his gaping mouth. "But what am I? But a loving partner, hmm?" you mumble, biting at the other end, Mysta still stunned at how quickly you changed. But he's quickly snapped out from his imagination when he sees your face in front of his own.
✧ Before he can connect your lips, you've already bitten off the last cookie, leaning back while swallowing the crumbs inside your mouth. "There, does that mean you won?" you ask, a teasing grin on your face. "Oh, you son of a-" he grumbles, but is once again silenced when you lean in to peck his lips. "And there's your kiss, you can't possibly complain more than this, can you?" you whisper into his mouth. Mysta only glancing to the side as an answer. "... More wouldn't hurt."
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✧ Very amused when you first bring up the rules of the game. He's heard of it, and finds it pretty cute - compared to the more riskier drinking games where the end goal was similar to the pocky challenge. Minus the actual drinking.
✧ He will of course indulge you, he's weak to your requests after all. But what is Vox, but a bit of a tease? His teasing and mischevious acts may not be as bad as Luca's, but it's enough to make you a bit frustrated with his actions.
✧ "Oh dear, if you want to play this game, we'll have to be as close as possible, won't we?" is what he says, so he's the one leaning in closer to you, the pocky the only object that is distancing the demon from you.
✧ He has a hand woven around your thigh, his other hand cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking the surface of it while his eyes half lidded. With how he's acting, you would assume Vox isn't at all affected by the sudden intimiacy.
✧ But alas, if you were to pay real close to the demon, you would notice how his shoulders are a bit more stiff than usual, his breath is a bit quicker than normal and his cheeks are just the slightest of pink. Even though he acts unaffected, the demon can't help but feel nervous around you even when the two of you have been together for a long time.
✧ It's only when he notices how close, yet far the two of you are that Vox realizes the tantalizing allure of this game. So close to kissing someone you have probably admired for so long, but struck by nerves to be the one to initiate the kiss.
✧ That's not a problem for Vox though. Thinking that, the demon bites off his part of the cookie which confuses you since there was still quite a lot of the cookie to bite into. Vox merely chuckles, grasping the stick and pulling it away from your mouth.
✧ "What a dangerous game," he mutters, "Here you are, so close to my lips and yet a mere cookie is the one thing preventing me from kissing you silly," throwing the cookie aside, the hand on your thigh moves towards the back of your neck.
✧ "I'm far too impatient to wait for you to be brave to kiss me, dear. Let alone play a game that intensifies that impatience," is all he says before pressing his lips against yours, the hand on your cheek placing itself on your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss.
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rightintheghoulies · 2 months
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Gold scraperfoil of Popia's last message.
Please excuse the testicle-looking spot light rays.. I'm far too exhausted to retake the photos 😫😞☠️
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illuminatedquill · 5 months
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Sabine Wren x The Ghost Crew
A Family, If You Can Keep It
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Story Summary: To celebrate Sabine's first birthday after his return from exile, Ezra summons the Ghost crew - along with Jacen, Ahsoka, and Huyang - to the watchtower for a surprise party. However, the celebration soon turns sour, as long buried tensions and grievances between Sabine and the others begins to erupt, threatening to do what the Empire could not: shatter the bonds that have kept them together through countless years of war . . .
Author's Note: Shout out to @a-rebellious-waffle for the "extra spice". I hope you liked how it was used.
The doors to the watchtower hissed open and Sabine Wren, exhausted Jedi Knight, all but collapsed into the arms of her waiting husband, Ezra Bridger.
"Long trip?" he quipped, pulling her all the way inside.
Words were a luxury that her exhaustion couldn't afford, so Sabine settled for nodding into his shoulder. "I see," replied Ezra, amused. "Let me see if I can get you some caf."
Hunger awakened in her, sharpened by too many days of eating New Republic standard military rations. The pirates she had been tracking were paranoid and crafty; it had taken every trick she ever knew or heard of, plus an additional helping of Force intuition, to stay on their trail, without being seen, as they slowly made their way to their home base, hidden in an asteroid field.
Once there, she had sent a simple message through their comms:
SURRENDER OR DIE - JEDI KNIGHT SABINE WREN
It had taken the pirates a couple minutes to verify her identity through their connections and it seemed that her reputation preceded her. The pirates promptly surrendered.
It was almost disappointing. She had been looking to stretch her legs from piloting so long and nothing does that better than a good battle.
But that was the Mandalorian in her speaking. The Jedi side was pleased that no one had to die.
She relayed all this to her husband, once the caf was in her hands and she had taken a few sips. Her favorite brew - dark and sweet, just the way Sabine liked it. She could feel her energy returning with each swallow.
Ezra sat next to her on the couch, letting her lean on him. She closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar smells of the watchtower, the caf, and her husband.
It was good to be home, she thought. She felt Ezra's hands stroking her hair, sending waves of indescribable pleasure pulsating throughout.
She hid her enjoyment behind a discreet sip of caf.
Dark and sweet. Just like my husband. A wicked smile formed on her face.
"Glad that business worked out," murmured Ezra. "And just in time for your birthday."
Sabine's eyes popped open. "Oh, dank ferrik," she said. "I totally forgot."
Ezra, surprised, asked, "You . . . forgot your own birthday?"
She shrugged, trying to be non-chalant. "It's not something I really celebrate anymore."
Sabine paused a moment before adding, "It's just another day, really."
She felt Ezra shift uncomfortably in his seat and craned her neck to look at him, suddenly suspicious. In the Force, Sabine could sense his immediate anxiety at her response.
"I caught that," she said. "What is it? What did you do?"
Ezra looked away, scratching idly at his trimmed beard. "Oh, nothing, nothing."
"Uh-huh," said Sabine, unconvinced. "Well, if that's the case, I am starving."
Ezra said, "Oh, that's good. I've been cooking all day in preparation."
"That's great," replied Sabine, cheerfully. "But I wasn't talking about food."
Taking another big gulp of caf, she moved around to straddle Ezra. His eyes widened, as she brought her face close to his. "I've missed you," she murmured.
And she gave him a deep kiss that was born from a hunger deeper than the one gnawing in her belly. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his head, drawing him closer -
Breathless, Ezra gasped, "Sabine, wait - "
She moved her hands, seeking to remove his shirt. "No more waiting," she growled.
The intercom interrupted them.
Sabine's head drooped onto Ezra's shoulder, breathing hard. "Oh, Ezra," she groaned. "You didn't."
Ezra, catching his breath, confessed, "I did."
I should have known.
She huffed a breath and went to answer the call.
"Oi!" came a familiar growl. "You gonna let us in or what? We've been waiting!"
Garazeb Orrelios. Sabine felt her face twitch in the semblance of a smile.
Another voice, also familiar, came over the comm. "Zeb, we just got here."
Hera Syndulla.
"I never said we've been waiting long. Right, kid?"
"Right! Hello, Sabine! Hello, Ezra! We're here for the surprise birthday party!" This voice belonged to Jacen Syndulla.
"I believe," came a dry, mechanically filtered voice, "that you have just ruined the surprise, young Master Syndulla."
Sabine blinked. Huyang? She threw a dirty look at Ezra, who blinked innocently at her.
"How many," she asked, slowly, "did you invite?"
He rubbed the back of his head; normally endearing, but the sight irritated her at the moment. "Uh, well," he said, awkwardly. "Maybe everybody?"
Everybody. That meant Hera, Zeb, Jacen, and if Huyang was here then that meant Ahsoka, her master, was also here.
"Huyang," chided her master, Ahsoka Tano, on the comm, "be nice to Jacen."
Sabine rubbed at her forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on.
"Surprise," said Ezra, quietly.
The birthday celebration, Ezra quickly noted, was not going well.
Food was served, drinks were plentiful - Zeb had brought in a whole case of spotchka, confiscated from the personal reserves of an Imperial Moff - and the guests were conversing pleasantly with each other.
Jacen sniffed at the spotchka which, according to Zeb, contained enough alcohol to kill a rancor. The young boy wrinkled his nose but, to his credit, still asked, "Mom, can I have a sip?"
Hera, firmly, had replied, "Kid, if you take a sip of this I'm pretty sure it will kill you. So, no."
Chopper chortled a response at Jacen, who snickered.
Hera's eyes flashed. "Do not think about sneaking Jacen some spotchka, Chopper. I'll take a hammer to that dome of yours."
Zeb was having an animated conversation with Huyang, talking about the cultures of the Lasan people . . . and also trying to teach Huyang some special curses in his native tongue. Hera and Ahsoka both sat on the couch, boots propped up, laughing about recent adventures in their travels. Ezra, being a good host, was popping between all the various conversations, ensuring that the food was to everyone's liking and that the drinks were being filled.
Chopper and Jacen were outside on the balcony, admiring the view.
Which left one person; the person for whom the party was for.
Sabine sat alone, in the corner of the room, eating her food and sipping at a drink. She had exchanged some pleasantries with everyone who had arrived but then promptly retired to be by herself for the remainder of the event.
Ezra watched her uncertainly. Ahsoka wandered over, drink in hand, and gently nudged him.
"Sabine's condition is not your fault, Ezra," she said.
He blinked at her, frowning. "I invited everyone here. I thought that's what she would want."
Ezra shook his head. "I mean, when was the last time we had everyone together like this?"
Ahsoka regarded him steadily for a moment, then replied, somberly, "It hasn't happened since you disappeared."
Ezra blinked in surprise. "Not at all? I thought - "
"Hera, Zeb, and Sabine all went their separate ways not too long after the Battle of Lothal." Ahsoka regarded her former Padawan with a sad look. "Sabine took it . . . particularly hard. Especially after losing you and Kanan in such a short period of time."
"And they never checked up on each other? No one thought to reach out, see if they were all doing okay?" Ezra felt bewilderment at the thought of the Ghost crew - his family - just . . . not being a family anymore. They'd had their differences, sure, and more than their fair share of arguments.
But they'd always had each other's backs. No matter what.
"It wasn't for a lack of trying," came Hera's voice beside him. Ezra turned to find her standing there, also giving Sabine a sad look. "But - Ezra, I think you forget sometimes that there was a war still going on. It didn't end with you and Thrawn disappearing to another galaxy."
Ahsoka added, "Not to say that what you did wasn't significant. Thrawn being removed essentially allowed the Rebellion to fight back against the Empire on more even terms."
"We would have been wiped out before the real war started," Hera agreed.
Ezra stared at Hera. "And you guys were apart for all of that?"
Hera looked away. "Yeah. Jacen came along and I was a single mom fighting a galaxy wide civil war. Zeb had his responsibilities back on Lasan and then later joined his own squadron of pilots as the war drew on. And Sabine . . . she found her Jedi path."
She sipped at her drink. "Truth be told, I think it was the best thing for everyone."
Ezra asked, "And you never checked up on her afterwards?"
Hera snorted. "You know Sabine. She's always okay." She paused and then said, blithely, "Sabine didn't need us. She needed the war; it did a better job of keeping her from falling apart than we ever could."
"Haat o'r an nuhune." Sabine uttered the phrase like an oath, dripping with so much disdain and bitterness that Ezra could almost physically see it.
She had apparently overheard their conversation and was now turned in her seat, facing towards them. Her face was an expressionless, neutral mask - a sign that something had truly made her furious.
Hera narrowed her eyes at Sabine. "It wasn't a joke, Sabine."
Chopper made a noise that sounded uncannily like, "Uh-oh."
Ezra turned to Ahsoka, hoping for clarification. "Literal translation is: 'There's truth in all jokes,'" she murmured.
Sabine took a long drink from her glass and Ezra suddenly wondered just how many she had been through. He noted that the jug of spotchka sitting next to her was close to empty and, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, remembered how much alcohol Zeb had boasted was in this batch.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," he muttered.
"Funny," said Sabine. "Funny to me. Sabine is always okay, is that right?" Her words were only a little slurred; an impressive feat considering the amount of alcohol she had been ingesting.
She stared at Hera for a hot second before asking, "You know Mando'a?"
Hera crossed her arms. "Yeah. You don't remember? You taught me."
Sabine cocked her head, thinking. "Right, right. It's funny the things you choose to remember. And what you choose to forget."
Hera's eyes flashed dangerously. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Ezra moved to intervene - only for Ahsoka to hold him back. He looked at her, confused.
She only shook her head. Her eyes sent a clear message: Let this happen.
Sabine pointed to Ezra and then at herself. "Forgot about me. Forgot about Ezra."
Hera's hands balled into fists.
Zeb stepped up cautiously next to Hera. From behind him, Jacen, watching wide-eyed at the unfolding scene.
"That's not true, kid," growled the Lasat. "You know it ain't."
Sabine smirked, but there was no humor in her eyes. "Is that so? Where have you been all this time, then?"
Hera took a step forward. "Sabine. Don't do this. We're here now."
"Yes, here now. All because of Ezra; Ezra calls and you come a-running. All the times when I needed you and you weren't here. But when you needed me? With help for the Rebellion? I came to help. I was there."
She stood up out of her chair, shaking with barely held rage. "You know what that is? That's not a kriffing family, Hera."
Sabine's face twisted into an awful sneer. "That's a business transaction. I was a commodity. And you used me whenever it was convenient for you."
Zeb's eyes widened and the big Lasat took a step back, as if physically rocked back by the force of her statement.
Hera yelled, "That's not true! We were your family, Sabine. We loved you!"
"For what I could give you!" Sabine screamed back. "For what I could do for you! But you never wanted me around; you needed me."
She pointed a shaking finger at Ezra. "I had travel to another kriffing galaxy just to find the one person who loved me for myself. I had to bring him back, for me. Ezra stayed alive for me - he came back for me! So, what's your excuse?"
Zeb was shaking his head, muttering something incomprehensible. He couldn't meet Sabine's eyes.
Jacen was crying. Huyang held out a hand in comfort, which the young boy took. Even Chopper was uncharacteristically silent.
Ezra couldn't believe what he was seeing; the Ghost crew, his family - falling apart. He felt like something vital was being ripped out of him with every harsh word being spoken.
Ahsoka just watched silently, arms crossed. Her eyes were unreadable.
Hera was shaking, eyes glistening with tears. "You think it was easy to watch us drift apart? You think you're the only one who was suffering, who was struggling with what was happening? I had a child to raise! The galaxy was at war! Kanan was gone, Ezra was gone; I couldn't protect any of you! I had to trust that you could look after yourself - "
At the mention of Jacen, Sabine reacted viscerally. "Stop using Jacen as an excuse to hide behind. You had a real child to love now, not some strays you and Kanan found, so of course it was easy for you to replace me and Ezra - "
Hera slapped Sabine. The sound of it resounded in the watchtower's interior with a vicious crack.
Zeb, whispered, "Oh, karrabast."
Sabine was stunned, her hand reaching up to her cheek that was already reddening from the strength of the blow.
Hera's eyes were cold. She whispered, "How dare you."
Sabine just stared back, defiance flickering to life in her eyes as response.
A few tense seconds passed.
And then Sabine hurled herself at Hera.
"Ezra," snapped Ahsoka. But he was already on the move, throwing himself in front of Sabine. He grabbed Sabine's hands, twisted into claws, her face almost unrecognizable in its visage, transformed by grief and fury.
Zeb grabbed Hera in a huge bear hug from behind, lifting her off the floor. It was a struggle for the Lasat, to Hera's credit.
Dragging them apart, the two women just continued to scream abuses at each other, hurling the worst kind of insults - Ezra couldn't remember any of it later; just how it made him felt.
Like his world was ending.
Zeb shook Hera roughly. "Hera! Enough!"
She broke out of Zeb's embrace and stumbled to the ground. Breathing hard, not looking at anybody, she spoke in a flat monotone: "Jacen. Get your stuff. We're leaving."
No answer. The silence was deafening.
Hera's head whipped up. "Jacen! Did you hear me?"
He wasn't there. Fear descended upon the party in an icy wave.
From outside the watchtower, the whoop of a speeder engine could be heard.
Ezra let go of Sabine and sprinted to the balcony -
Just in time to see two figures sitting on one of the speeder-bikes he and Sabine kept racing off into the darkness towards the capital city.
The thudding of his heart slowed only somewhat; he recognized Huyang, sitting backseat to Jacen. He's not alone.
Hera came up behind him, screaming, "Jacen!"
Ezra asked, "Hera, does Jacen have his comm-link on him?"
Hera frowned, thinking - and then shook his head. "No, he left it in the Ghost."
Ezra quickly dialed Huyang's comm frequency into his own.
The droid's voice came back a second later. "Yes, Ezra?"
Hera grabbed Ezra's comm-link and yelled, "Where the hell are you taking my kid, Huyang?"
"I am not taking him anywhere," came the offended response. "He is taking me."
Hera gritted her teeth, squeezing the comm-link hard enough to break it. Ezra gently pried it out of her hands. "Where are you heading to, Huyang?"
"I am uncertain. He will not tell me."
Ezra sighed. "Is Jacen okay?"
"Physically, yes. Emotionally and mentally? No. Your actions tonight have distressed him."
Ezra looked at Hera and back into the watchtower where Sabine stood, still cradling her cheek, and Zeb, standing apart from everyone and turned away, not looking at any of them.
"Yeah," he agreed. "That makes sense. He's not the only who's distressed at the moment."
He came to a decision. "Huyang, stay on him and turn on your tracking beacon. I'm coming after you."
"Very well, Ezra. I'll contact you when we arrive . . . to wherever our destination is."
Ezra clicked off. Hera glared at him. "That's my kid. I should be going after him, not you."
"You've done enough," replied Ezra. He winced at how harsh his tone sounded; Hera winced at the response.
He reached out and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Besides, you've been drinking. Don't want to see you crash into anything while trying to track your son."
Hera's eyes flashed. "You know I don't crash into anything, Ezra Bridger." But her demeanor softened just a bit.
Ezra grinned and leaned in a little. "Besides, you've got your other kid to take care of." He nodded towards Sabine.
Hera blinked, her eyes misting over. "You don't really believe that - "
"That you forgot about me and Sabine? No - but, as you pointed out, I wasn't here for whatever happened between you guys." His voice turned serious. "Sabine obviously feels differently. And you need to address that with her."
Hera, in a rare moment, looked uncertain and vulnerable. It hurt Ezra to see her like that; for most of his life, she and Kanan were the respective leaders of their unit. They always seemed to know what needed to happen next.
Moments like these . . . he was reminded that everyone was just making it up as they went along. Some people were just better at hiding it than others.
"She's so angry, Ezra. I just - I don't know how to fix that."
Ezra snorted. "Sabine's always been angry."
Hera gave him an annoyed glance. "You know what I mean."
"She's hurt, Hera. Sabine is angry, because she cares. If she was truly well and done with everyone, she would stop being so emotional about it."
Hera frowned. "How do I reach out to her? How do I get Sabine to lower her guard?"
Smiling, Ezra replied, "By lowering your own."
Sabine's headache had intensified ten-fold since the party had started and now she was also dealing with the throbbing mark on her cheek from Hera's slap. She was sitting on the couch, head in her hands, trying not to vomit.
I deserved that, she thought, bitterly. So I will not complain.
Ezra had left to chase after Jacen and Huyang, leaving her alone with Hera, Zeb, and Ahsoka. They all sat apart from each other, not really looking at anyone, anything.
She snuck a glance at her former master, who just sent a shrug.
Just let it be, was the message she received.
There was movement - Sabine looked up and suddenly found Hera kneeling in front of her.
She blinked in confusion. There was a brief moment where it looked like Hera was uncertain; her face was set in the look of someone about to do something necessary, yet unpleasant.
Hera looked directly at her and said, steadily, "I was jealous of you, you know."
She reached out and gently took Sabine's hands. "Jealous?" asked Sabine. "Of what?"
"That you got Ezra back." Hera's smile was sad. "You got your Jedi back. I didn't."
Sabine sensed through the Force a sudden, but small spike of guilt coming from her master. She looked over her shoulder and found Ahsoka turned away, her expression hidden.
"Hera - ", said Sabine, but the other woman shook her head.
"Mind if I sit? I'm too old to be kneeling like that."
"Be my guest." Sabine patted the seat next to her.
Hera rose, wincing at the small crackling noises from her joints as she did so, before plopping down on the couch.
Sabine waited for Hera to continue speaking.
"I would have given anything to save Kanan. For a time, I didn't understand why you helped Thrawn in exchange for Ezra." Hera grimaced and looked down at her hands, gripped tightly together.
"But then I realized that I did actually understand. I wanted to think that I would have made a different choice. That I would have been better. But we never really know, do we? Until we're the ones making the choice."
Sabine absorbed her words for a moment. "I never thought about it," she confessed. "It didn't feel like a sin, doing that. I just knew that I wanted Ezra back." She glanced at Hera and reached over to hold her hand.
Hera squeezed it gratefully. "I never thought you would be jealous," Sabine continued. "I was the one who was jealous. Everyone else had something to do, someone to care for . . . everyone except me."
"We should have showed up, kid," grumbled Zeb. He was watching them both, his eyes serious. "There's no excuse. We were all busy, sure, but family never abandons their own."
"I let you go," added Hera, softly. "Made the same mistake I did with Kanan and Ezra. And look what happened."
Sabine trembled, feeling the years of pent-up grief and loneliness rattling inside her. "Why did you leave? Why did you let us go separate ways?"
Hera swallowed hard and looked away, blinking back tears. Zeb cut in, saying, "Well, speaking for myself, I thought you could handle it. I always thought you were the toughest out of all us."
Sabine blinked at her old friend. "You did?"
"Yeah. I just - I just didn't know how much Ezra meant to you, you know. I didn't know how much of that toughness was . . ."
"Fake?" suggested Sabine, bitterly.
Zeb shook his head. "It wasn't fake, I never said that. You are a survivor, Sabine. Karrabast, you're one of the best fighters I know. Even better now, with your Jedi skills. I thought you would survive and fight through everything - even losing Ezra. But you didn't. And it confused me at first, until I realized."
"Realized what?" asked Sabine.
"That the crush you had on Ezra wasn't just infatuation. You really did love him," confessed Zeb.
Sabine blinked. "Crush?" she asked, incredulous. "I didn't have a crush on Ezra."
From beside her, Hera choked out a laugh. Sabine turned to look at her, mystified. "There was no crush," repeated Sabine, her face reddening.
Zeb cocked his head, confused. "What do you mean there was no crush? There was totally a crush."
Sabine scoffed. "Yeah, he had one on me. Not the other way around."
Hera snorted. Sabine glared at her.
"What about that business on Mandalore? Your thing with the darksaber?"
"My trials? Yeah, I remember. What about it?"
Zeb growled, impatiently, "That's when I first noticed it. You were acting different around that boy."
Sabine arched an eyebrow. "How so?"
"You know . . . you smiled at him more." Zeb attempted to copy the 'smile'. It looked more creepy than romantic.
She rolled her eyes. "I smile at a lot of people, Zeb."
"No, you don't. You grin or you smirk at people. It's kind of your thing. Ezra got a smile; a proper smile." He attempted to do the 'smile' again.
Sabine shuddered. "Please stop doing that."
Zeb crossed his arms, pouting. "Anyway, I'm telling the truth. Ezra got plenty of smiles after you two finished that business on Mandalore. And you did it a lot when he wasn't looking, too."
Sabine leaned back, thinking. "Is that true?" she asked Hera.
Hera smiled, remembering. "I think so, actually. What about you Chopper?"
Chopper tweeted his response, cheerfully.
Sabine's eyebrows shot up. "You thought we were doing what?" she demanded.
Hera belted out a laugh. Sabine turned to her, offended. "How can you laugh? Did you just hear what he said?"
Zeb snickered. "Oh, we heard."
Sabine threw her hands up in frustration. "You're all perverts! Ezra and I were just friends. It never happened!"
Ahsoka's comm-link chirped. "It's Ezra," she announced.
Hera whipped her head around. "He found Jacen?"
Ahsoka turned on the comm. "He's alright, Hera. I've got him with me. We're heading back now,” came Ezra’s voice.
Hera's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thank you, Ezra. May I speak with him?"
Huyang's voice cut in. "I'm doing just fine, too. In case anyone was wondering."
"We weren't," quipped Sabine. "Now put Jacen on."
Huyang sighed. A moment later, Jacen's voice came through. "Hey, Mom."
Hera struggled with herself for a second; Sabine could see a different tangle of emotions fighting for control over her face.
Finally, she settled on just one. "Hey, kid. You scared us."
"I know. I'm sorry. I was just . . . it was too much. I didn't like seeing everyone fighting like that."
Sabine replied, "It's okay. We're sorry, too. Families can be like that, sometimes."
Hera looked at Sabine, surprised. Sabine squeezed her hand.
"Have you guys fixed it yet?" Jacen asked.
"We're working on it," Hera replied, smiling. "What do you think we should do?"
Jacen was silent for a thoughtful moment. Then he said, "I think you should hug."
Zeb chuckled. "You're smarter than all of us, kid."
"I know," Jacen said, smugly. "Anyway, Ezra says we gotta head back now."
"Okay. Safe travels, kid. We'll see you soon."
"Mom?" Jacen's voice suddenly seemed small, uncertain.
"Yes, Jacen?"
"Am I really the reason why you left Sabine alone?"
Sabine felt her heart twist in grief. Hera closed her eyes, hanging her head in shame.
"It's complicated, kid," was all she said.
"Okay," said Jacen, hesitantly. "It's family."
Hera looked at Sabine again, eyes shining with tears. "Yeah, that's right."
Ezra came on the comm again. "Hera, we're heading back now."
"Okay, safe travels." She paused and then asked, "Where did you find him?"
"The Wall of Heroes," responded Ezra. And then he clicked off the channel.
He went to find Kanan, Sabine thought, sadly.
Silence hung thickly between everyone. Hera handed back the comm-link to Ahsoka and thanked her.
"The reason why I let everyone split," Hera said, cutting through the silence, "is because I cared too much. We were all hurting so much from losing Kanan and then Ezra soon after . . . I thought time alone, focusing on our paths, would let us get some breathing room. Heal in our own ways."
Sabine looked at her. "You must have been lonely. Raising Jacen by yourself."
Hera nodded. "It was the hardest thing I've ever done. Still is."
"You didn't have to do it alone," Zeb pointed out. "We all would have come running, if you had asked."
"I didn't," Hera said, softly, "because it hurt too much. To see you all. Jacen already reminded me so much of what we had sacrificed and having the rest of you in there - it was too much reminder of the past. I couldn't handle it. I wanted to move on, to focus on the future."
Sabine reached over and held her hand. "You still didn't have to do it alone."
Hera nodded again - and burst into a sob. "I know. I let you all down. We should have stayed together."
Sabine didn't know what to say. So she just hugged Hera, tight as she could.
Zeb joined. Even Chopper rolled over to join in his own way.
"I'm sorry, everyone," said Hera. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Me, too," said Sabine.
"Count me in that, as well," responded Zeb.
Chopper whomped a statement. Zeb kicked at the astromech.
"You've got plenty to be sorry about, you little menace," growled the Lasat.
Sabine and Hera laughed, together.
Ezra, Jacen, and Huyang returned to the watchtower and found a miracle.
Everyone was laughing. Sitting on the couch, exchanging quips and stories.
Jacen blinked at the scene in astonishment. "Wow," he said, eyes wide.
Huyang glanced at Ezra. "Are you sure we've returned to the correct watchtower?"
Ezra gave the droid a big grin. "I'm pretty sure, Huyang."
Ahsoka gave them a little wave at their return. "Finally!" Zeb growled. "Took you all long enough. It's time to eat the cake!"
On the table was a large box. "You brought cake?" asked Ezra.
"Of course, I brought cake. Even had it decorated in Sabine's favorite colors. Let's open this up here . . ." Zeb reached for the edges to open it up.
The box popped open. "Ta-da!" Zeb gestured at the cake with a flourish.
Ezra's eyes popped open at what was written there.
CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PREGNANCY
WE CAN'T WAIT TO MEET THE LITTLE ONE
Everyone was dead silent - and looked to Sabine. She looked at Ezra and quickly shook her head.
Ezra felt his knees go weak. He leaned against the wall to stay upright.
Hera elbowed Zeb in the ribs. "Hey! What's this about?" she demanded, pointing at the cake.
Zeb peered at the writing and muttered an oath. "Ah, karrabast! They gave me the wrong one! I spent so many credits on this . . ."
Sabine, red in the face, shoved Zeb's head into the cake.
Jacen burst out laughing, followed shortly by Hera - and then everyone else joined. Zeb, with some difficulty, pulled his face out and blinked at everyone through the thick frosting.
Their laughter echoed throughout the watchtower, spilled onto the plains of grass, and drifted into the night sky, echoing into the dark spaces between the stars and into galaxies, far, far away . . .
EPILOGUE
Everyone, unsurprisingly, was hung over the next morning.
Except for the droids, obviously.
Hera, with Jacen, Chopper, and a practically comatose Zeb in tow gave Sabine and Ezra a big hug before departing.
"Don't be a stranger, you two," she said, seriously. "Stay in touch."
Sabine grinned. "Count on it. Same goes to you."
Zeb burped. "What - what she said," he grumbled. "And don't forget to open our presents."
Jacen patted the big Lasat on the back. "Let's get you on the Ghost for some more rest, big guy."
Zeb let out another horrendous belch and grimaced. "I think you'll have to drag me there, kid."
Hera aimed a swift kick at Zeb. "Get moving. You've survived worse."
Mournfully, Zeb said, "I don't really think I have. I think I'm proper dying this time."
Ezra and Sabine laughed and waved them off.
Ahsoka was next and handed Sabine a worn journal. "My present," she said, smiling. "Happy birthday, Sabine."
Sabine, curious, opened it up - and felt her heart flip over.
JOURNAL OF ALRICH WREN
She flipped through the pages, recognizing her father's writing; unfinished sketches, musings on Mandalore, politics, his wife . . . and his children.
Sabine felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. "Where did you - "
"I was on Mandalore talking with an old friend recently. Bo-Katan Kryze."
Sabine looked up sharply. "On Mandalore? Why?"
Ahsoka nodded. "She had . . . something to discuss with me."
"Regarding what?" asked Ezra.
Ahsoka shook her head. "Another time. Anyway, I asked her permission to sift through what remained of your ancestral home, Sabine. I found this tucked away under some rubble. I thought you would like to have it."
Sabine carefully closed the book and held it to her chest. "Thank you, Master. I like it very much."
Ahsoka bowed. "You're welcome."
She departed, Huyang giving them a cheerful wave.
Ezra watched Ahsoka leave with a thoughtful expression. Sabine asked, "What's up?"
He frowned at his wife. "She's hiding something."
"Ahsoka? Hiding what?"
He shrugged. "We'll find out later, I suppose."
They headed back inside the watchtower to relax. "Some crisis brewing somewhere?" Sabine suggested.
"Isn't there always?" replied Ezra, dryly. "Let's open up the rest of these presents."
Hera had gifted Sabine new state-of-the-art paint sprays. Zeb, in tandem, had given her special paints exclusive to Lasan.
Sabine felt her eyes misting over again with tears. "I can't believe it," she murmured.
When was the last time I had painted? Just for fun? She couldn't remember. She'd been so busy . . .
"One of the ways we show love to each other," Ezra reminded, "is by paying attention to details."
Sabine leaned into him, sighing. "Dank ferrik, I was so horrible last night."
"It needed to be said. Families aren't always easy, or fun, but they always get us through the worst of times."
Sabine looked at her husband. "Thank you for bringing them back to me. For giving me the opportunity to clear the air."
Ezra said, "Well, I wasn't planning on all that happening. But you're welcome, anyway."
Sabine grinned at him. "Have I told you lately that you're amazing?"
"No," Ezra replied. "But that's okay - you've been busy."
She snuggled close to him. Ezra wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her closer.
After a beat, she asked, "So. Where's your present?"
Groaning, Ezra said, "Sabine. You can't be serious."
"Dead serious, Ezra Bridger. What'd you get me?"
"Do you know how hard it was to get them all together like that? How many schedules I had to align?" Ezra complained.
"Hmmm. I guess . . ."
Ezra snorted. "Well, what can I do to make it up?"
Sabine, in a quick flash of movement, straddled Ezra, drawing his face close to hers for a deep, deep kiss that set his nerves ablaze with excitement.
He felt his pulse begin to skyrocket.
"I believe," Sabine whispered, "that we were rudely interrupted last time."
"You're not tired?" asked Ezra, surprised.
"Not in the slightest," replied Sabine, with a wicked grin. "Now hush, my love, and give me my birthday present."
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Taskmaster vs Taskmaster NZ: Sabotage Tasks
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“When we had to walk from the front door back around to the boxing ring I was thinking of just, kind of, falling over and, like, lying there and kind of saying I’d hurt my ankle.” - John on the Taskmaster Podcast
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nullshocked · 1 month
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Misereatur nostri omnipotens Deus, et dimissis peccatis nostris, perducat nos ad vitam aeternam.
Amen.
[NSFW Version]
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jay-birbs-can-draw · 4 months
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Chapter 1 is out! It’s kind of just an intro and it’s not that exciting but it exists!
Oh also this goes along with the chapter:
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moonshadow-mocha · 1 year
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‘wait for me, i’m coming too // i’m coming too.’
behold! this took me absolutely ages, and i did it in one sitting, too- i’m just gonna post it here real quick before i start noticing all the mistakes i made.
i was listening to hadestown, and season 4’s out, and one thing led to another! no, i have not watched season 4 yet. i will next week.
hope you like it :” it’s them!! rayla and callum as orpheus and eurydice!!
(yes. the words are adapted from the ‘come home with me’ reprise.)
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(Pretty much) All my headcanons and symbolisms for my EmpiresSMP designs!
With some further detailling about some stuff under read more
Season 1
Pixl: Watchers are not some big bad evil Gods, but astral spirits watching over the worlds. As they See everything, they are often linked to the Vigil (as well as people given the gift of prophecy)
The life symbol was added after his alliance with Joey
Joel: A terracotta statue given life from the Mother Tree, he's flesh and bones (because magic), but him (and all the Mezalea habitants) returned to their statue form when Joel died of grief.
He does have other clothes to work in, but you're practically never going to see him in those.
Some other Mezalea headcanons
Jimmy: Most witches come from the swamp, and he's one of them. They specialize in potions and talismans.
Hair are important to codfolks, the act of brushing or braiding them are used in certain spells, thus why most codfolks don't have short hair.
His appearance is also more wild looking than before because of his slow transformation into a God.
The Cod Alliance gifted each other jewelries to remind and protect each others.
(Pixl and Joel's jewelries are under their clothes as necklaces)
Wizards vs Witches
Coldfolk culture and more
Some more codfolk thoughts
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After killing a certain amount of salmons, codfolks get a tattoo of dead salmons somewhere on their body.
Pearl: Similarly to Mythland, they see physical activities and fights as important (mostly for work but also protect themselves from ennemies).
I. don't have anything from Shrub I'm sorry I didn't watch her and I don't know her lore very well
Gem: Gem and fWhip grew up together to be wizards in the Crystal Cliffs, pressured to be perfect by their elders. Gem turned out to be naturally talented at magic, so everything rested on her shoulders.
She still keeps a lot of her strict education, but tries to make a change in the stressful wizard society.
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She has a ring to represent the WRA (and another for magic channeling), and lots of scars from magic experiments.
Hair and the Geminitays
Wizards vs Witches (again, but it's important for Gem and fWhip lore)
fWhip: As said in the posted linked above, fWhip failed the wizard exams (he doesn't have any magical powers) and ran away in the newly founded Grimlands. His ingenuousness made him Count of the Grimlands. The Grimlands do not do magic. They mix science, engineering and alchemy instead. Symbols similar to sigils (or those of alchemy) are often seen engraved in their creations.
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The deepslate corruption gave him wings, but they were not strong enough to fly so he has prosthetics to help him fly
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He's actually quite clumsy, and ended up with lots of scars, and a missing hand:
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Joey: (clearer design of his crown, made to ressemble the pharmacy snake thingie)
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He bleaches his own hair.
He bleeds gold, and his scars are golden as well from his over use of Totems of Undying
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Him being an avian allowed him a easy access to the Lost Empire. He wears the Ocelot print to look a bit more like its habitants.
Also his spit has healing properties.
Sausage: Mythland and Magic
Blood sheeps are sacred, but also feared, thus the fur to protect the citizens a bit from them.
Sausage lost his eyes when sparring with fWhip when younger. fWhip made him the eye prosthesis, and Gem enchanted it. May or may not have become corrupted in the whole Xornoth thing so they did another one for him.
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Scott: I surprisingly do not have much for him. His cape can turn into wings. He stopped being able to do that when his ice powers showed up because they froze.
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Very strict haircut, elves must be tidy and proper all the time.
Lizzie: She adapted rather well to her transformation, mostly changed her clothes for better swimming. Joel jokingly made her a bracelet to replace her now too small ring "in case she grows again", but she wears it seriously.
S2 Joel has very similar clothes to her because of faint memories.
Katherine: Yeah I fucked and forgot to color her inking, she was supposed to look like this (I noticed too late and never bothered to correct it)
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Katherine has this whole "I want to be friends with everyone" that I associate with lambs, thus her ears and hooves. She's a fae with some weird morals.
SEASON 2
I have wayyy less for season 2, especially for the empires themselves.
fWhip: Goblins are direct descendants from the Grimlands (and a few from Crystall Cliffs), that hid underground after the explosion. They kept digging and exploring the caves until they found a place to settle. The green skin, cat like paws and eyes are from them adapting to living in caves.
Food is very important to them, they eat several times a day, and often have banquets. They also kept the Grimlands technique of blacksmithing, but adapted it for gold.
Jimmy: Yeehaw he's a cowboy. Not much to say ngl, I do headcanon him as a werewolf depending on the day.
Tumble Town heard cows, but also creepers (where do you think they get that gunpowder from!!) (headcanon from @doodleshrimpsad). Also, cats are sacred there
Pixl: He's got some magical and futuristic technology making him able to see builds and events from the past.
Got some knees problems, thus the cane. It has sigils on it that he wrote himself based of books from old times (I'm thinking they're sigils from the Cod Empire and the Grimlands)
I desperatly need to think about more about Pixandria, and how tf David (or at least a newer version of it) arrived at the Ancient City.
Joel: Yeah he got top surgery and got a cool tattoo of laurels, but he also bleeds gold and his scars are golden. God don't bow to human rules anyway.
The braid come from a habit he can't doesn't remember getting. it feels important.
Lower Stratos got a lot of rituals, prayers and offering but I haven't figured those out exactly. Just know that I associate s2 Joel with Dionysus a lot so expect similar stuff /sweats/
False: I have literally no idea what's going in her empire, and even less in her lore. The hp name put me off so. Idk. Cool clocks. She got a prosthetic leg.
Sausage: I haven't gotten to his lore part of his videos so idk his backstory. But he does have a cape that ressemble parrot wings because jungle, animals yadda yadda
Scott: He was actually due a redesign that I haven't gotten to yet so.
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The outfit I've drawn him in that lineup is an everyday look, while the costume is for empires meeting or exploring.
Oli: Silly bard, his hat has faling strings that reminded me of floppy bunny ears and I thought it was cute. He bleaches his hair.
Got a lot of magic in his songs, people often stops by at his Kingdom just to hear sing and dance. They're a bit hypnotic and people seem to feel better afterwards.
Katherine: That's her monster hunter clothes. She still wants to keep it cute so pink skirt it is. That would be her normal clothes (it's like reverse magical girl, her poofy dress is her everyday dress)
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Shelby: I do not have much for her (again), but I can link my Wizard vs Witches post again because it has my headcanons of why witches have academies now.
After all the complicated spells, she likes to do simple fashion magic. Tying a knot or a bow is to seal a spell, so she uses them a lot to do some simple protection spells on her clothes.
Pirate Joe: He's wearing lots of stolen jewelries, some may be enchanted, some may be cursed. Who knows? Not him.
The gold earring come from that belief among pirates that having a golden earrings gives you a better eyesight ( it's from a acupuncture point, and for some, wearing gold in the proper pierced place would help your eyesight).
Katherine did that braid in his hair, and Joe (like cod folks and crystal cliffs habitants), believes that braiding someone's hair means they will fall in love with you.
Gem: I'll have to link back that link about Hair and Geminitays as it got everything I got for her. She sometimes fight with Katherine about hair and its importance. My start of headcanons kinda got crushed because she's linked to hc Gem so idk what to do with her or her kingdom anymore.
Lizzie: She's got her mask to hide her cat face, but her bow is actually a charm hiding her other cat features. The mask is just to be sure.
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megaawkwardhuman · 5 months
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cringetober day 15: song lyrics
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oh ho ho guess wHO'S BEHIND AGAIN AFTER JUST CATCHING UP IOBJDODPNNIPDWPNJCSGUOYQGDWYIQGDQEYIGFQFEGUKWP
if you don't know the lyrics are from new person same old mistakes by tame impala
each part as a separate image + the sketches below cut
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