FIRE IN OUR HEARTS.

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thunderclaap​ :// ety

⌠🌋⌡ ;;  Another little chirr of approval. When he’s around Flower, he doesn’t feel so misplaced. He just feels calm, something in him singing of a time long gone, a time he could no longer place. Any other Eliksni would tell him he is being too open, too soft, too vulnerable around her. But the world is cruel. A child deserves a cushion before they meet that cruelty head-on.

“Ikora Rey often is,” he murmurs. “So what does that mean to you, then? I want to know your thoughts.”

flower nods solemnly at his statement, trying to look as serious as a child of eight possibly can. although she is very small and very young, especially for a new light, the psion is no stranger to violence or cruelty. some guardians spit and curse at her. others ignore her. some, still, try to reach out, to see her as one of them.

and to those guardians, she feels appreciation. she feels kinship.

etyraks is one of those, she thinks, as she turns to bury her face in his shoulder. smiling still, “i think-- i think it means that we ha-- have to hold onto h-h-hope, or we’ll s-s-sink. and lose ours-s-selves.”

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WHAT COLOR ARE YOU?

LAVENDER.

You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

tagged by: @storiestotell​

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storiestotell​ :// ruvik.

“I see this.”

It’s rare that he smiles and even now it’s barely perceptible, just a slight upward tick of the corners of his mouth. As kids, Laura had always insisted on helping him - he remembers clearly her tying his shoes, teaching him that ridiculous rhyme as she did - and he had always accepted. There’s times when he looks at Lily and sees Laura, times when he doesn’t know the difference.

He considers; her hands are smaller and not burned.

“Slip your finger under this piece here. Put a glove on first,” he says, gesturing to the metal clamp that holds the… test subject brain in place. Picking up a long, thin metal instrument, he places the tip against part of the brain. “I need you to press down as I make adjustments.”

she doesn’t question why they’re doing this, or what even they’re doing. she TRUSTS the scarred man before her. whether through love or naivety, it doesn’t matter. lily castellanos trusts ruvik, and she always will. little hands reach for the gloves, pulling them on. safety first! her mother had always said. it seems even ruvik understands this.

lily does as she’s told, humming softly. her hands are much smaller than his, both due to her age and her slight frame. she is able to slip beneath the clamp, then press against the squishy tissue. it makes a squelch under her fingers. her face scrunches slightly at the noise.

“gross.”

but she doesn’t pull away.

[poetic-cinematography]

I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the woods and the earth. I am… I am a faun.

El Laberinto del Fauno / Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) dir. Guillermo del Toro

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thunderclaap​ :// brother mine.

» 💔 ||  “Well… hell yeah, we do.” Theo grins, his over-large canines glinting in the light. It had been a long day of patrols – patrols they still hadn’t finished yet – and the small Titan could feel the strain in his Light, the strain in his muscles. But having Julia there always put him at ease.

Even if he knew this was an area rife with Hive.

The Awoken holds out his arm to clasp hers. “Vesh Twins, right?”

there is no hesitation as the elder twin reaches out, clasping his arm in her hand. no matter how much work went into trying to keep the city safe, no matter how many boring patrols and terrifying mission, one fact remained the same: nothing could stop the vesh twins. nothing could come between them. no one, and nothing.

“vesh twins,” laughs the girl, pulling him into a hug. “two more circles, and then we’re free to return to eris. you wanna race?”

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thunderclaap :// etykraks.

⌠🌋⌡ ;;  Etykraks looks down at the psion, mandibles twitching. After a moment, he pulls her into his lap, chirping and chirring like a mother with a hatchling as he begins to gently “groom” her armor with his claws.

“Wise words, for one so small,” he chuffs. “Where did you learn them?”

she giggles as the eliksni pulls her into his lap, shifting so she can cuddle against his chest. despite how other guardians may see them, fireteam firefly is nothing short of a family. a father, his daughter, and whoever else the vanguard may see fit to add on. flower leans against him, smiles.

“i-- i heard it f-f-from ms. ikora.” little fingers play with the front of his armor. “she was t-- talking me, and i-- i think she’s ri-i-i-ight.”

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who did it who hurt baby

[srrybabe]

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thunderclaap​ :// half my heart.

» 💔 ||  “Yeah. Yeah.” Theo lets out a breath, shuddering. “Yeah, that’s definitely what Gambit’s for.”

She always knows what he’s feeling – knows him better than himself, sometimes. He feels like maybe that should surprise him, but it feels natural. Right. And there’s a reason they work so well together.

“…I hope we don’t get Cabal again. If we get Cabal I’m gonna go fuckin’ ballistic.”

it’s a twin thing, julia would laugh. they’re closer than most siblings, practically attached at the hip. but isn’t that normal for twins? they spent seven months together in the womb. theo clung to her heel as they were born. even after their deaths, even after her resurrection, she had always known that there was someone else out there. someone she shared a soul with.

and now she has him, held fast to her side.

“it’s always cabal!” agrees the sunbreaker with a groan. “and drifter looks so fuckin’ SMUG when he announces it. like, yes, i know how much i hate cabal. can we PLEASE get something different? i’m on my knees. i’m beggin’.”

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storiestotell​ :// ruvik.

“You know–”

Ruben carefully set down the tools he was working with and then removed his gloves. He folded them neatly before tossing them onto the desk. Most things were like that; an odd mixture of neat and chaos. Organized and disaster. He sighed and looked up at the girl. 

“’Don’t worry’ and ‘I’ll take care of it’ aren’t words that I find go together when it comes to you,” he said. She was eager to help and it reminded him of Laura. That was the only reason that he didn’t get up to stop her. Pale eyes narrowed. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

- things that you want to hear

“i like to help!”

a breath of fresh air to the horror he’d endured, lily smiles up at him. she knows that there are things he cannot say. she knows of the horrors and monstrosities that not only mobius had inflicted, but also the world around them. if she can do anything to ease his pain, physical or otherwise, she would gladly do so.

“this isn’t so different from all the things they put into our heads.” just in reverse, she thinks, and stares down at the brain. instead of making someone feel imaginary pain, ruvik is trying to stifle real pain. it should be a simple concept. and yet lily is still only eleven. “AND i have smaller hands. tell me what to do, and i can do it!”

[succubusartfriend]

when idk what to draw i shitpost with theo, apparently, that’s what we’re doing now

EVENTUALLY I’LL DRAW HIM IN HIS ARMOR MORE SO YOU CAN ACTUALLY TELL HE’S A TITAN

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Which Flower Are You?

Tagged by: @storiestotell​

Tagging: @blitzherzen​, @thunderclaap​ (theo)

FORGET-ME-NOT.

Nostalgic and introverted, you overthink previous moments in time and sometimes may appear to be a bit in your own world. You are beautifully soft and quiet, speaking freely only around those who you feel most comfortable with. Because of this quiet nature, you are terrified of being left behind, forgotten by those you encounter. A bit melancholic by nature, you tend to forget your beauty, looking up to all of the sunflowers, roses, and cherry blossoms of the world. But my darling, you are what draws the eye down to the pavement and the first to be picked by those seeking comfort. Perk up and appreciate your worth my love.  

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blitzherzen​ :// big brother.

“oh, yes i can!” keylime snickers and reaches back to pap julia right on the head, while also tugging away from the grip she’s got on his arm. she knows he doesn’t like being restrained for long. “see? pat pat, motherfucker.”

she lets him go without question. she knows her brother, the third member of her fireteam, and she’s not going to fight him to remain restrained. julia does, however, laugh as he fiddles with her hair, one hand swatting at him.

“i’m gunna kick your butt, limes!”

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@blitzherzen​ - here comes rocket for ikora!!! coming in for KIS!!!!!!!!!!! 

she’s ready for him.

her void can always find his; tendrils meeting tendrils, intertwining and intermingling. his light matches hers so perfectly. like the stars in their universe, every atom has its perfect place. hers, it seems, find their place in him.

the smallest vanguard turns, to press into his touch, to melt into his kiss. her hands come up, to cup his face. she has to stand on her tiptoes, but pays it no mind. he is with her once more, and she feels... complete.

“good evening, my love.”

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thunderclaap​ :// my other half.

» 💔 ||  “Gambit… sounds awesome, actually.” Theo leans against her in turn, his arc crackling over his skin. His ears pin back, and he huffs a sigh.

“I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling so… restless, lately. I can’t explain it. It’s like I’m vibrating under my own skin.”

she wraps an arm around his shoulder, leaning down to touch her forehead to his. she can feel it now, even without the crackling of his arc. there’s fear there, restlessness-- ANXIETY. so much has happened recently. the moon, the darkness, the almighty. it’s too much.

“i know,” murmurs the elder twin, pressing a kiss to her brother’s forehead. “i know, i... yeah, i feel it, too. like somethin’ vibratin’ at the edges of my light. but that’s what gambit’s for, right?”

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@blitzherzen​ - and here comes keylime also to rest his elbow on julia's head. like the tall nerd he is 

“hey no fair!” giggling, the tiny titan reaches up, to grab her adopted brother’s hand. with a quick twist, she’s got it behind his back, though not nearly tight enough to hurt him. she is only playing, after all. “you know you can’t do that! not to THE SUNBREAKER herself, dorkus.”

[succubusartfriend]

TINY! TRANS! TITAN! TWINS!

theo and julia honestly give me life. also this gave me an excuse to practice actually drawing armor

julia (red armor) belongs to MxFayeOliver on twitter!!!