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[postumbrarex]

@fallingpetcls

Though his memory was still slowly coming back to him, the things that Maxwell could remember was of the sort of behavior that he indulged in. The pride, hubris and arrogance that he could recall, it made Maxwell feel ashamed. To think that he let himself again fall for his pride, the kind of things he did out of selfish needs.

To think that there might be people here who would be rightfully wary of him.

And yet there was a memory that stood out, of hunger and starvation, an insatiable desire to eat that could not be satisfied... and one particular event that stood out for him...

“... Miss Ib...” Maxwell muttered as he suddenly realized that in his moment of remembrance, he had stumbled across that same young girl with red eyes. “... I... I’m so sorry for what I did.”

[actuallymuffet]

Winter Ball Starter | @fallingpetcls

“You look positively cozy tonight, don’t you?”

Muffet was fond of the girls outfit! Though maybe not what one would typically wear to a fancy ball, it looked warm and comfortable and colour-coordinated. All good enough for Muffet to like it.

Muffet held out one of the cookies she had taken a few minutes ago from a snack table to offer it to the girl. “Cookie for you, dear?”

[rivergcd]

@fallingpetcls // sc.

     he'd seen young humans before in his own kingdom, at the mouth of his river near the ocean - where a small community of men had lived for generations. he did not dislike those men nor did he favor them, despite the offerings that had been thrown into his river in order to appease him. peculiar things he held no value or inclination for, such as the vibrant flowers that decorated the land farther in than he had ever cared to explore - much like the flower that this young human held in her hands. 

     from the limited observations he'd had of men and their offspring, they were often far more boisterous and less reserved than the young one here. her gaze seemed distant and peculiar - like a wounded creature struggling to gauge its' own injury through shock, despite the apparent lack of physical injury. crouching low, he began to step forward curiously - albeit with more than his fair share of caution for encountering a being so small. a quiet chirrup was all he gave to gain her attention, followed by a quick gesture with his hands to ask, 'hurt?'

[returnedjedi-blog]

@fallingpetcls​

This city was a strange one -- Luke had known it during his first stay and hadn’t forgotten it now that this was his second. The interim had felt like sleeping; he hadn’t woke up at home but dreamt of it, a long, warm dream. Dreamt of his sister, his close friends, his former life. Yet even the people of the city he had come to find support and comfort in made an appearance, as if these new friends could seamlessly fit in without any kind of problem.

Among them, a little girl. Long brown hair, an affinity for the color red. Roses, he remembered.

When their paths were to cross again, her presence in his Force sensitivity was like that of a little sister, yet so different from Leia. He could realize it was her almost immediately.

“Ib.” A smile, caring and calm, following such pleasant surprise. “I can hardly believe it.” As he often did before, he knelt to her level, hands folded on his knee. “Have you been keeping safe?”

[rebelstrategy-blog]

❛ Is everything okay? ❜

      meme // accepting!

       “ ... ” kaytoo hesitated for a moment; how he managed to be so readable to all of these strangers, when he prided himself on being stoic to all but a select few - all of whom were now, presumably, deceased. glancing away from the child for a brief second, as if looking for any eavesdroppers, the droid finally bows his head in a somewhat solemn manner. “ no. no, it isn’t. " 

      but he imagined the same could be said for her situation as well - were children not immune to this bizarre, sick experiment? logically, he could understand the need for a diverse range of subjects but that did not excuse it - nothing justified any of this. bending down as to seem less intimidating to a small child, kaytoo ventured a question of his own. “ are you alright? ”

@fallingpetcls

[psychic-master-will]

‘ i’m not crazy. you felt it, right? ‘

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.: Accepting!

“Which feeling are we talking here?”

[ninthextrication]

▼ - childhood headcanon
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

When Junpei was a kid, he was typically just kinda ignored by others. He didn’t really fit in well and wasn’t really the best at talking to people, so his only friend in grade school was Akane. He didn’t mind this, though! She was his best friend, and he was more than happy to spend time with her. It only became a little difficult once Akane left, as he never managed to make friends in middle school or high school either. He certainly wasn’t bullied or hated, he could still get along with people, but interactions tended to never go further than a quick hello.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

In an ideal universe, Junpei would grow old relatively peacefully. He’ll always have a nose for trouble, don’t get me wrong, but his older life would be pretty uneventful. He’d never have kids, but I could see him adopting at some point, depending on whether or not he was with someone, and who that was. Within the context of the safe ending, I feel like it’s a little less likely he’d ever adopt a kid, but it’s still not impossible!