#glitchy-npc

[kidhellion]

nikki in fantasy armor instead of his villain armor for the clothing asks?

now put on the silly metal hat nikki

[b33tlejules]

💤 for Rhan? 👀💙💙💙 I’m normal about them I swear lol

@glitchy-npc Here! A 2 in 1 deal of Teo and Rhan sleepwear :3

[eden-evercrisp]

Sweets for Sidestep

this drink is dedicated to Tegan Wells. A Sidestep done by @glitchy-npc

Captain Blackberry. A Mock Boozy float. The reason it’s a mock, and not a real boozy float, is because I was at work. And theres apparently a limit to how much we can ‘party hardy’

Captain Blackberry is made with Doctor Pepper, Blackberry, vanilla cream. And given the opportunity, a lil ol’ good shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum.

I couldn’t get the drink to come out purple. So I added a balloon heart with a lavender strip, to try and match Tegan’s kissweek2026 lipstick color.

I appreciate how Glitchy-ncp keeps everyone active in the Fallen Hero community. Giving out templates to participating fan events like Kiss Week, or question/ask games. It’s easy for fandoms to die when theres huge gaps between books, movies , or video game releases. So it’s really nice to see other living beings with the same obsessions as I do. And around the same age group. I used to work in a deli where people were either ten years younger than me, or older. Hardly and in-between. So it’s nice to be in the same type or brain rot as someone else.

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💬 0  🔁 13  ❤️ 25 · made an oc kiss week template for funsies, blank under the cut!

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[pearlll09]

A @wayfarer-exchange treat for @glitchy-npc !! Thought Kai would be the kind of person to climb up into the masts of the ships he's on lol.

[darkfire1177]

11 and/or 54 for the kisses prompt? 👀

Thank you!! Ooh these are very sweet and I think go together quite nicely~

11. welcome home kisses

54. sleepy kisses

Ao3

It's nearing 3am when you finally stumble in the door. Fucking lock took five tries to take the keys but you won, and for the victor comes the spoils. In this case, it was taking ten steps inside and collapsing onto the couch. The cool leather welcomes you, but it's only a pitstop, a temporary resting place until your legs feel like going the rest of the way to the bedroom.

You fish your flask out of your back pocket and empty the remaining booze from it. It always lasts longer on a job, you have less free time to stop and drink after all. Security systems and heroes hardly care if you're parched or wanting, and it's in your best interests that they don't even catch a glimpse of Vex hard at work.

It was a good night, not an outstanding one, but fine anyway. The collector didn't have as much in her home as your sources promised, but enough that it wasn't a wasted effort. The teardrop shaped kunzite, vibrantly pink and violet, sits safe and secure in your base and makes the night well worth your time and energy. A high-end polished cut that will net you a very high buyer should you choose to sell it.

But that's a tomorrow Alex problem. Or maybe next week Alex. Right now, you have to peel your body off the couch before it decides you live here.

Every ounce of you grumbles as you rise up off the furniture, swaying on your feet before steadying enough that you're confident you can get to bed without breaking your nose again.

If it wasn't for the pitch blackness of the apartment, you're pretty sure your vision would be fuzzed and blurred. Spinning this way and that. Your head feels like it's underwater. The hallway is harrowingly navigated by touch and memory, hand sliding along the walls like it's done many times before now.

Almost like this place was your own.

The bathroom is bypassed in favour of heading straight for the bedroom. Your armour does a sufficient job at lightening the level of exertion you need to accomplish things and keeps you pretty cool, you're fine with sleeping without a shower, it's not like you want to deal with that at the moment anyway.

Once you've gotten yourself over the threshold, you're confident enough to multitask. Dexterity stops you short, though, pausing in the middle of the room to fight with the buttons of your shirt. Cojones, if your fingers would just work. Once free of it, it's tossed to the floor with no small amount of contempt. The undershirt comes off nice and easy even if you did get it stuck while pulling it over your head and almost topple backwards into the dresser. Your belt was about as hard as the lock, but once your hands get the hang of it, it was easy. Gravity is your friend tonight as your pants and shorts drop to the floor, and you step out of them.

You're reminded of how much nicer then bed is opposed to the couch as soon as you sink down into it. Soft and warm and arguably the only nice thing about needing to sleep. You wrangle yourself under the covers, wriggling around until you can get yourself comfortable.

There's movement next to you, drawing your efforts at getting situated to a halt in hopes you didn't wake her. You lay and watch as the shadowy figure rolls over, an arm extending to poke at your cheek. Ay cojones, you did wake her.

"Make yourself at home, why don't you?" Carmen's voice is thick with sleep, quiet whispers despite it only being the two of you here.

Your own voice is less hushed. You aren't sure you control that right now. "You're the one who gave me a key, it'd be stupid not to use it," you point out. "This was closer than my own place."

Why the fuck would you trek back to your own apartment when there was a perfectly good bed within easy walking distance?

"Don't tell me," you yawn, betraying your own state of tiredness, "that you want me to text when I'm coming over or something." You more her hand to rest on the back of your shoulders, pulling her a but closer. She's very warm. "I'm working it's closer, and where's the fun without a little bit of potential for surprise?"

You can't see her, but her breath is hot against your lips in a way that makes you wish you could keep your eyes open. "And you're lucky I like you and gave you that key because most people wouldn't find waking up to someone naked in their bed who wasn't there before all that endearing."

The kiss is short, her lips pressed against yours, and she tastes faintly of that cheap coconut chapstick she likes so much. "Welcome home, I suppose," she murmers, "I guess this means whatever you were doing was successful?"

"Very." You catch her arm before she pulls away and kiss her again, wanting and desperate and a little messier than usual, but hey, it's nearly four in the morning, and you're both tired. "You'll see it on the news by the morning, I would hope." You're sure the press likes to take their sweet ass time just to spite you.

"Because I'm sure we'll be awake at the crack of damn dawn to watch it," Carmen laughs, you both know it's going to be a 2pm at best kind of day. She pulls away for real this time, twisting you around as she does so that your back is pressed up against her chest. She kisses down your nape and shoulders as her arms wrap around you, letting you both settle in and relax.

You don't mind getting held like this so much anymore.

[ianthedebonair]

i hope your job interview went/will go well!

Thank you, I think it went pretty well!

It's all up to the employment deities now 😌🙏🙏

[hoiist]

1, 20, and 47 for Arn and Dorian

1. Who wakes up first?

At first its Arn, but when they yeet his arms he gets a bout of depression until Dagna gets him a new one. If and when they are together after trespasser it all depends on the weather and how nice the blankets are. Kirkwall tho (with Varric) its both because something wakes them up.

20. What do they argue about the most?

I think the others safety. “Dont try and make better gattlok” “no, time magic is not helpful” “makers tits why did you just do that?”

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

Arn does, its by accident, in a fit of giggles about something Dorian said. Of cause its like ‘I mean- i love the way you dont like the nobles?’ (because real smooth their Arn, you pining is showing son.) and then its like ‘oh no the feelings’ and it all goes to shit from there.

[darkfire1177]

8 and/or 21 for the drabble prompts? 👀

Thank you! 🧡

These are a hard set! Very fun to work through, though! This actually worked surprisingly well with an idea I'd been rolling around but got stuck on, and now I'm unstuck, and how lovely is that. Hypothetical post-game that could also technically be read as post crash

[Ao3]

"We have to keep going, no matter what."

"I wish things could be different."

The waiting is the hardest part. Here I am, sitting in a hallway waiting area with nothing better to do but try to keep myself from falling apart at the idea of the news being bad. It's hour eleven of a twelve hour surgery, I'm hungry and tired and anxious and sick at the thought that there's still only a slim chance he comes out of there alive.

The woman across from me isn't making it easier either. Not sure how I feel about the Rangers anymore, but I guess I always liked Charge. And I know firsthand how hard it is to watch someone you care about in a hospital and be powerless to do anything about it. But I also know I'm no doctor and to just let them do their jobs and give their patients the best care they can.

The level of entitlement from her is a bit sickening, to be honest.

She should be in a room herself, skin and suit both smeared in blood and ripped to shreds in places, loosely bandaged in others. She looks like she's been through hell and back, and I don't doubt she probably has been, but she's still causing a disturbance and holding up the staff.

There she goes again, trying to get back into the room she sits outside of. It's been a continuous excursion for the last hour and a half, ever since her and whoever was in there got brought into the ward. And surprise surprise, just like every other time, there's a commotion of words from her I can't make out, alarms blaring, and a group of doctors rushing into the room and hauling her struggling from the room before going back to stabilize the person inside.

Another ten minutes go by before the staff exit the room and go their respective ways, save for a tall, black man who moves to stand in front of her chair. He readjusts his glasses and signs, and I tune out before I know more than I should. There's a brief moment where Charge looks like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, eyes downcast, and a little deflective smile. The doctor is immune to her charms, though, his arms cross, and I catch him saying something about how she's doing more harm than help before he puts a hand on her shoulder with some parting words and walks away.

And as soon as he's around the corner, she's back up on her feet and peering into the little window on the door.

I can't help it. It's been a long few days. I snap. "I'm no genius, but were you not just told to stay out of there again?"

"You don't know them." She replies, and yeah, no shit, but that doesn't hold much relevance here. "They don't like hospitals."

"Yeah, pretty sure most people don't." She still hasn't turned around from the door, I'd never realized how tall she was before. "I'm not stupid either. You set alarms off when you enter, and it isn't the call the doctors kind. There's something up there, and even disregarding that, you're still calling doctors away from what they're doing to undo the damage you're doing."

That got her attention. She's facing me now. Shoulders squared back with all the authority she doesn't have here. "You aren't special. Just sit and wait like the rest of us and let the people do their damn jobs! Whoever is in there is worse off for you being here and getting in the fucking way. Just let the best doctors the Rangers can steal away from other departments do their thing and be grateful you can even see them. Some of us aren't so lucky."

I can feel my shoulders shaking as I try to calm my breathing down. Tears are starting to pool in the corners of my eyes. I'm not ready for this. How can I?

"You're right."

There's movement, and I snap my head up, half expecting her to be towering above me. But she isn't. She's back in her chair, looking much smaller all of a sudden. Less like an entitled hero and more like a person scared to lose someone.

I sigh, I feel bad leaving her like this, even if she did deserve the wakeup call. And we're both stuck here waiting, even if she really shouldn't be doing that either. Might as well make the most of it, maybe it'll distract me or something.

"You're just going to have to trust them, they know what they're doing." My hands are shaking as I uncap my water and take a few swigs. "It sucks but we've just got to keep going no matter what, and trust that they're getting the best care they can."

I don't bother mentioning bleak outlooks, I'm sure she knows all about that, and I'd honestly rather not dwell on it more than I already have.

She just sits there for a minute, scratching at the back of her hands and shifting around in the chair. "They aren't awake, but they react when I'm in the room," she turns her head and looks at the door. Her shoulders slump, and a frown tugs at her mouth. "Just not in a good way. They're scared of me now."

That explains the alarms and everyone rushing into the room and shoving her out. Sounds like the patient endangering themself or something, and if it's close to the Rangers, I bet they're boosted or something. Could cause a whole situation.

Which makes her even more careless for repeatedly running into that damn room, but....I can't say I can entirely blame her. They're obviously close, and I guess I can't say what I'd do in that situation. I know if I could be in the operating room with him right now, I would. And the thought of not being able to be there, be close, is all too real right now, but in that capacity, it sounds worse.

"Well, I'm, I'm sorry to hear that. That must be hard." I shuffle my feet and look around the hall. It's quieter now, besides the ambient nosies of the ward. "And I'm sorry for what I said, been a rough few days. I'm sure they'll be happy to know that you stayed when they wake up."

That's assuming she doesn't cause some sort of disturbance and actually listens. But I'll leave that unsaid. I look back down the hallway. Still no surgeon coming towards me.

Charge flexes her hands and stretches. She's more slouched in her chair than sitting in it now. "Mierda, I can hope," she drags a hand through short curly hair in what I can assume was an attempt to fix it some. In actuality, she just mussed it up more, and now there's blood streaked through that as well. "Not sure what I'd do if they stay scared of me...." She laughs a little awkwardly, sort of a dry chuckle. I think, given any other situation or had I not been a hospital stranger, that maybe this isn't something she'd just openly admit.

"I'm waiting for my husband, he's in surgery," I offer up. I think it's only fair at this point. "Odds aren't in his favour, but there's a chance." And that's what I have to hold onto. Ten percent is still something. There's always hope.

I won't tell her it's the Rangers fault, that would be cruel. And she wasn't at the scene anyway so I guess it really doesn't matter.

She starts her own 'I'm sorry to hear that' when the doctor from before briskly strides back over, and she straightens back up. They talk for a bit, he shows her a clipboard of something, shakes her hand, and he's stepped into the room again. She doesn't move. Doesn't speak. She's just staring at the wall ahead of her.

I should get up. Pretend I need the restroom and give her some privacy to process whatever that was. But I might miss the surgeon, and I'm not waiting longer for an update than I have to. She's equally as free to leave, and she's still here anyway.

Time crawls by as we sit there in the hall, waiting for the inevitable and miraculous alike. At some point, she buried her head in her hands, and I'm thinking the news wasn't great. But she isn't sneaking back into the room, so maybe she's taking this seriously now.

Sometimes the best way to help is the hardest.

"I wish things could be different," I speak without thinking. To myself or to her, I'm not entirely certain. "Just sitting here, powerless to do anything but wait. You never think it's going to happen to you until it does." My water is long gone now, I unscrew the cap and push all the air out of it until it's compacted into a plastic disk. "You don't wish it on anyone else, but you do wish it wasn't you."

Charge sits back up and looks over my way again. Her expression is a little softer, not a smile, but it's close. Maybe I was speaking for the both of us.

She starts to say something but is cut short by the sound of footsteps. I recognize the woman, not as tall as Charge but close, tanned skin, dark hair that looks black until the fluorescent lights hit it, and you can tell its purple. She's been the main nurse on my husbands care team. This must be it. I swallow, take a deep breath, and keep my attention on her.

"Mr. Liú, if you could come with me please. We have news about your husband."