#best bby

[whollysensei]

it's 3 am i can't sleep so... here you go the bitches and 🥰💕Eva💕🥰

[monsterfloofs]

🦑🪐🎻

Albiorix (Alien) x Anonymous Reader (sfw)

(Squid bby, squid bby, squid bby!!)

You looked down from high above the starlite stadium, rows upon rows of seats filled with chattering beings from all corners of the galaxy. It was an amphitheater, massive in design, made to hold concerts with vast swimming crowds of beings.

It was your first time attending an event in something so gigantic, you surmised that there had to be a maintenance crew that lived here, when the amphitheater wasn’t in use. It could have easily been its own space station, charting courses to each new solar system, to sit spinning in the orbit with electric signs and screens that showcased collective talent from across the stars.

You bump into a tall android like being, that glanced over its shoulder at you.

“Sorry!” You squeaked before ducking away.

“Humans. . .” They muttered, and your heart sank, holding your tablet to your chest. You hadn’t synced your glasses to the data show that the others were participating in yet. Sticking to your tried and true methods of information until you found your seat. It must have been spectacular though, so many captive faces held in wonder, looking at a fixed point in the theater. It was eerie without the glasses on, folks just staring hypnotized into space.

You checked your tablet again, releasing a breath of relief as you sat down, and switched on your glasses. Suddenly the quiet space was bustling with dancing lights and commotion, a bright electronic pink heart pulsing above the theater, sending jagged zaps of electricity over the crowd.

No wonder everyone was staring, you watched the lightning shower into pixels that were swept into different images and sayings. Welcome in a stellar wide reach of languages.

Then a sound of strings purr to life as the light show fades, and a hush goes over the crowd. A soft glow illuminating the stage below, it was too far away to see the musician from this height, but screens blinked on to display the figure.

A multitude of string instruments help aloft with tendrils, as four arms played them, with elegant bows. Albiorix, nicknamed the symphony of one. You stared at the screen in fascination, how did they have the mind to do that many things at once? Being able to read all those different lines of music and notes. Yet their expression was as serene as the sunrise.

It was a captivating hour of song, ending with a spectacular and rigorous performance of a particularly complexe and fast melody. They bowed with all four arms behind their back as the crowd exploded into applause.

You took off your data-specs, letting yourself get bustled back to the shuttle by the waves of beings. Many were talking excitedly to each other. You put a hand in your pocket to fish out your pass back home, coming out empty handed. You felt your stomach plummet.

“Oh no. . .” You breathe, before turning like a fish trying to swim back upstream.

“Sorry! Excuse me! Oops— my bad!” You squeeze back through the crowd to check your seat. Patting down the chair and looking underneath it, in hopes of finding one stray card that had slipped through your fingers.

“Is there a lost and found near-by?” You asked a couple, who blinked multiple eyes before pointing.

“Thank you!”

You hurried down the stairs, tapping away at your tablet, in an attempt to send a notice up that there was a missing pass.

By the time you had talked to multiple beings, and searched high and low, most of the large crowd had cleared out.

“You can order a new pass,” A friendly face suggested,

“Won’t it take days to register a new one? Especially in the busy season?”

They looked sympathetic, “You can message your family, the station does serve food and has guest lodging.”

You try to smile, but it comes out frail and strained.

“. . . Thanks for your help anyway.”

You sigh, rubbing your cheek, so much for a short jaunt away from homeworld. At least it was going to be 10 days before the amphitheater was going to start its next leg of the journey. You try to cheer yourself up, putting your specs back over your eyes and looking around at all the signs that sprung up into your vision. Taking the path towards the room services to buy a room for the night while you waited for your new pass to come in.

“I didn’t know someone else was in this sector!” A cheery voice sounded at your back, causing you to turn around. Surprised as you saw Albiorix, four arms full of teetering musical equipment. Your eyes wide as you jumped to assist them.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you!” They bubbled, as the two of you fumbled around until you could stand back with some of their things held safetly in your arms.

“No one came to help you?”

“Oh-“ they made a sound like a cork being shot out of a pipe organ, waving a tendril dismissively.

“I told them to take the night off, I’ve lugged this stuff the galaxy over, and they besides deserve a break.”

You blinked, at the rather rude sound, an incredulous smile cracking across your face.

“Tosh,” They trumpeted cheerily, “Besides, I wouldn’t have run into such a kind soul if not! I was raised in a very different environment you know,” They rambled, “Not as social as these ecosystems, and I must say, I am a fan!”

You trailed beside them, a smile growing across your face with each step.

“I’m Albiorix, by the way,”

You laugh, “I think I know who you are,”

Another pop sound, “You know my music! Not me, I mean, true, that is a part of me! But did you know that I am quite the talker?” They blustered cheerfully. “Musicians can be very different then their tastes, when I was a young little shrimp, why there was this one very talented musician, with the personality of a—“

You never knew what they were, because it just so happened that the word must have not had a proper translation in your communicator. And you laughed out loud at the noise they made. While a language barrier existed, the tone came through loud and clear.

“They were really that bad?”

“Deplorable! From then on, I wanted to be a musician that could make friends wherever I go.”

You grin up at them, “Well. . . I think you accomplished that very well.”

[shobi-enzo]

I feel like i kin don... idk here are some more don and isabella headcanons! :D

ok while walking back home from my school, feeling insecure about my grades and how am i doing with school, i randomly think about don and his insecurities. I'm thinking about don disappointed in himself when isabella announces the scores and his name was not there. I have a headcanon that isabella was always there to comfort for don when he is insecure. Always giving him encouragement, words of wisdom, telling him that her and his family loves him no matter what, telling him that his efforts matter, telling him that he shouldn't compare himself to the trio and that he is also special, etc. Basically, giving him all the love and affection, he deserves.

Isabella never thinks that he is overreacting and chooses to understand what he is going through. I can imagine the pressure he gets when he made so much effort to score higher only for the golden trio getting a full score once again. He studied so hard, but it was not enough. The tests were too hard. He hates how he cannot always understand things quickly as the trio. It all started when Don had to stop playing with his siblings one day and gave an excuse that he had to do chores or other things. In reality he just wanted to be alone. isabella was the first to notice his unusual behavior and tries to privately confront him about it in a gentle manner. I feel like don wouldn't have any reason to push her away or lie to her that he is fine. That is his beloved mother after all. He trusts her. from that point on, Isabella was his safe person. The only one who knows about his insecurities. She helped him accept himself as who is he is. She helps him not to feel envy but feel kindness, confident and content with himself. y'know be proud of himself. Isabella made sure don does not beat himself up as he compares himself to others. she was there to help don whenever he feels overwhelmed or unmotivated to study. She was the reason why don lived longer. Don often lets himself cry whenever he and isabella are alone so she can comfort him, and he can tell her what he is feeling.

So, with all that said, imagine how he felt when he discovered that the orphanage was actually a farm. imagine the grueling feeling of your safe person is actually going to kill you someday. I can imagine he went back to being insecure. That betrayal was brutal y'know. Don just wants to do better and be better but it's not enough. Any thoughts? any headcanons? or anything you want to say? Pls don't be afraid to share!

[dragonballwish]

When Goku’s smile takes up half of his face >>>>>>>

[flyboytracy]

[nimbus713]

I PUT THIS CASTLE THING IN MY CHILDS CAGE AND KAFGHSKKHGSBS LOOK AT HIM WHAT A REGAL KING

[letshaikyuu]

Huge loml vibes 🥺

Best vibes ever to get from you bb 🥺 thank you, love you and you're beautiful smooch smooch 😚😚

[arcrowmedes]

Look at this god damn precious mans!!!

My first Muriel image. Im, ...,. Love