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me, through tears and clenched teeth: this is everyone’s era

Racing Hearts - Quakerider One-shot

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Domestic Fluff that turns a little Saucy

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This was it. All he had to do was nail the turn and victory would be within his grasp.

“Come on, come on,” Robbie muttered, his hands sweaty as he swerved his Charger around the bend.

“Beep, beep, coming through!” Daisy giggled from beside him.

What had once been open road before him was soon replaced with the behind of her bright cherry red 1970 Chevelle SS 454.

“Shit!” Robbie gunned his car forward, but the damage was done. Daisy’s Chevelle crossed the finish line with him only a few feet behind.

“Boom! What! What!” Daisy jumped up, waving her controller victoriously in the air. Robbie groaned as he tossed his controller on to the coffee table and sank back against the couch.

It was early Saturday afternoon, and it had been the first time in a while that the both of them were free of any world-saving duties. He had invited her to hang out at his house for the weekend, and somehow, they ended up getting into playing some of Gabe’s old racing video games. Robbie had gone easy on her at first, but he quickly found out that, as usual, Daisy wasn’t one to be underestimated. What had started as a casual game, quickly became a fierce and heated competition between the two of them.

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My personal opiniom about Ryuji Sakamoto taken by my own experience

First thing oh yeah Ryuji isnt perfect. I dislike picture perfect characters so that’s why he’s so cool for me because he’s the first character i can like 80% relate to. Some time ago me and my sis were abused by my father and my bones break very often and other things so as a person with pretty simular situation i just can’t stand people totally hating him and protecting him too by saying things like oh no he’s perfect boy he didnt did anything bad because thats bullshit.
Every one makes mistakes so does he. Hell he is just a kid and still has a lot to learn but looking from realistic point of view i’m scared for his future. His friends aren’t really supportive(for now i did not beat the game but for example,when you go to the new place right before Makoto joins Ryuji meets two guys that are older then him. He ask for help because honestly, this situation would be scary for me and i would do the same,but as a protagonist you don’t have a option to help him which is sad) and as a abuse victim he’s pretty closed about it and i understand that. After my parents divorced i wasnt talking about this thing eagerly and i was always comic relief too in my group so when my friends laugh and called me stupid i too just laugh about it. But it hurt.
And believe after having to apologise to my father all the time, for few years after he was gone from our lives i promised myself i’m not gonna say sorry to anyone ever again. Why?Well if i’m gonna apologise i’m not gonna be free. I’m still gonna be beaten dog.
I was thinking this way until i met true friends . They knew by saying things like “you’re so stupid” by that time i could get offended and don’t tell about it, but later on i could just explode and be dick to the other person(like ryuji to morgana) and im still will not apologise. I just needed time and support of others just to learn how to behave myself.
It just makes me mad that people start hating on ryuji because of that…but i know his behaviour sometimes isn’t the best.
I just think he still needs to learn how to life and its hard to do it without father figure and mom that you feel like you need to protect all the time. Believe me i know something about this

Ps: About screaming “phantom thieves” all the time. It is stupid but i understand that. If i was 16 and i’ve got some super powers that can help others i would probably just said it to everyone because wow i’m cool?? Not worthless?? Finally??

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Happy Birthday, Jack.

Sorry it took so long, but the above requests (from 2 anons and @super-magical-wizard, @boopymooplier and @antiisepticeye) all seemed like a good plot for a short comic, so I thought why not. Sorry this is late, but happy birthday @therealjacksepticeye :) I hope you and @wiishu had a great time <3

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

I haven’t animated in so long??

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have some vintage lesbian swing dancing

FINALLY AFTER A MONTH OR SO I FINISHED THIS THANK

aw man this was originally supposed to be practice (hence as to why it looks absolutely messy) but i can never leave things unfinished once i start them :’)

Frost (a langst mini fic )

I don’t really know how to describe this AU besides the fact that lance has ice powers and its a bit short ( @moppingleshitoutofyou ) hope you guys like it!

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At first, Lance had thought they were beautiful. He wasn’t exactly sure when they got there or even how they got there, all he knew was that they were lovely.

 The first time he noticed them was when he was changing out of his pajamas and saw a sprinkle of blue gracing his stomach in the mirror. Amazed, he had glanced down and stare at the light blue freckles that dusted his stomach, like a sky full of stars. He remembered how they seemed to glint under the soft lighting in his room like jewels. 

He also remembered the pain that came soon afterwards. 

As soon as his fingertips touched the marks, they began to glow harshly and that was when the stinging began. It felt as if someone was stabbing him with a million thumbtacks, which was not a fun feeling. Yelping, Lance immediately stopped touching his stomach, dulling the sting of the marks. For a second Lance thought he was still asleep because when did freckles stab you? He was pretty sure that was not normal. 

“Paladins! You are needed in the control room, immediately! I repeat, you are needed in the control room immediately!” 

Sparing one last look at the blue marks on his skin, Lance quickly pushed away thoughts on the freckles and focused on the task at hand, getting his paladin gear on in two seconds. After all, it was just a little pain right? And it wasn’t like his hand was going to be on his stomach anyway, so what’s the problem?


It only took a week for the freckles to span across his entire abdomen. Which presented a problem as they team didn’t exactly have time to deal with the marks, especially with the big diplomatic mission they were embarking on soon. Not like the marks cared, they just seemed to cause more trouble. 

Ever since he first noticed them, there’s always been this dull sting in the back of his mind, just barely noticeable but always there. Not only that, Lance seemed to be… freezing things now? Of course he wasn’t turning anything to solid ice but if his hand lingered to long in a certain area, tendrils of frost would begin to dance across the surface (The first time that happened freaked him out just a tad). The freckles also began to glow more often, mostly at random times. He would just be chilling on the couch and BAM, his chest was now a light up display (yet another thing that freaked him out). 

The logical decision would be to tell the team, but how could he? Sure the diplomatic mission was a huge deal, but that wasn’t the only reason Lance wasn’t coming clean about the strange things that were happening. This was his chance to prove his worth to his team, that he was more than just Lance-the-jokester or Lance-the-screwup. That he was worthy of being the Blue Paladin and of Blue herself. 

He could live with a little pain and some weird ice magic if it meant he finally had a thing.  


It took a matter of days before the freckles spread to his arms, stopping a few inches short of his wrists. They were currently on the planet Eyena, a relatively peaceful planet that were known for their mines and the valuable ores within them. Lance couldn’t mess up this meeting, this alliance with a species that could help the team immensely. He wasn’t that selfish. 

It wasn’t like the marks would listen to him though. The pain only worsened and suddenly everything he touched with his hands froze. He was forced to wear gloves constantly to hide the power he now had, the delicate loops of blue that now covered them. The pain was constant and even Blue began to worry at this point. However, Lance put up his brave face and pushed through it all, the pain, the ache, the emptiness…


It felt like only hours before Lance could feel the chill of ice spreading across his body, practically crawling up his throat. There was a ringing in his ears now and he somehow managed to freeze the gloves he wore as well. The only good thing was that the meetings were almost over and soon Lance could be back on the castle, away from prying eyes to finally fix whatever was happening. 

Until then, he nodded along with whatever one of the Eyenians were saying, playing his part as the Blue Paladin and knowing he was slowly, finally becoming worthy of actually being the Blue Paladin. 

How minutes had flown by? Lance couldn’t recall what had happened in the past few moments, as he was now in his room back at the castle. It had only been a few minutes right? Lance could feel his breath quickening as he glanced wildly around, how did he get here in just a few minutes? The room seemed to grow colder with each sharp intake he took, the bed beginning to freeze beneath him. Had it been more than just a few minutes? The ringing was now a roaring storm in his ears. It couldn’t have been than just a few? Lance could feel his hands shaking, the marks glowing a bright blue as the ice spread farther, faster around the room. It had been just a few minutes. Maybe two or three? Lance felt like tearing his hair out, he felt so confused at the moment, so out of place, out of time. 

Was it only seconds now? How many seconds had flown by? He knew his room wasn’t always this cold and shiny, and it certainly hadn’t been a second ago. The marks burned harshly, and was that someone calling his name? It couldn’t have been. Because only a second ago he had been fine, he is fine, is he fine?