THANK YOU TO @astiedoodles , I know I've gushed to you already but I'm just genuinely so happy. I love them so much and seeing them drawn by an artist I love is just- EEEEEEEE 💕💕💕💕
GUYFESTE WINS ONCE AGAIN
I also wanna thank my bro @bioeiectricity for having the courage to ask for me and being so much braver than me. ♥️
Been seeing the new comic of Guy as a prophet of the lantern corps, whilst Im not sure how I feel about it especially as they make references to the era he was part Alien (which I HAAATEEE)
I am a Guy simp 💕 so it was only sooner or later I made a little AU. Feste being his little devotee and attendant
I think Feste and Kyle would get along as they’re both artists and very creative with their constructs. John is the needed voice of reason and whenever Feste isn’t around Guy - he has a brain cell and enjoys Johns more mature and practical company. Kilowog is the guy Feste respects in the corp, when in doubt? Feste is asking his opinion. And Chaselon is his best friend, they are hanging out after work much to Guys dismay.
Rover…sweet lil guy. Feste still struggles knowing there’s kids on the corp, very protective but is overall a bad influence because he likes being the fun uncle type
Feste (oc/self insert) X Guy Gardner, feste is a trans man who hasn’t transitioned medically only socially, after becoming a pink/violet lantern he was forced to confront his gender as he’s been most of his life in the closest and wanted to explore and accept his femininity without feeling like it took from his identity as a man
meanwhile Guy is…….well Guy. He’s flamboyant yet macho. Hyper masculine yet wears heels and crop tops. I love their lil dynamic especially as Feste is a “hides emotions until he snaps” whilst Guy is “cannot hide his emotions, will snap constantly”. Ying Yang dynamic
Feste envies Guy for his heart and ability to express his anger, to take up space and demand more whilst Guy envies Feste’s rationality and gentleness
but don’t be fooled, Feste is a goblin beneath his soft shiny surface. He’s INSANE about Guy, clowns and is a little shit in a way that will make you second guess all of your conversations with him. They are feral and foaming at the mouth as they hold hands.
Guyfeste story. I can't give an accurate timeline but this is when they start shifting in their perception of each other; Feste is the first to soften up to Guy whilst Guy is more rigid — id say they're friends here in this era of their relationship together. Still learning to be comfortable around each other, for Feste to have more patient with him and Guy struggling with being truely vulnerable.
Warning: semi angsty, Guy being a dick and hurting himself and having a toxic mindset but what's new
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Everything was pissing him off today. Even the sound of his breathing felt like nails on a chalkboard. His brain was buzzing like a annoying bee that refused to leave him alone; filling his head with memories he didn't want to remember. That he didn't like to dwell on. Feel pathetic by.
Huffing as sweat tickled along the curve of his build, relentlessly slamming his fist down onto the poor training dummy, it's face concaved from the sheer force behind each strike. Having to pry himself away as he sniffed, wiping the sweat off his forehead only then to feel the sting of the salt against his raw knuckles. Finally realizing the blood that stained them as he hissed. Muttering to himself as he glared at the signs of his own weakness in his body.
His shoulders trembled with every heavy breath he panted out. Forcing his hands through his hair to push it out of the way, already sticking to his forehead from being damp with sweat. The training room was empty, everyone was either working or sleeping at this point. But not him. Not Guy Gardner.
With one final huff he snatched his ring from the counter, shoving it onto his middle finger, as he always put it. Immediately, it began to pulsate with green sparks sputtering out. The wounds on his knuckles healing up sloppily; will power could only do so much. He couldn't bring himself to do his usual satisfied grin. That laugh through his nose to know he's done good.
No, he felt nothing. Not a lick of pride that could soothe his ego.
In his storming mind he wasn't able to hear the door opening, the automatic metal door sliding up to reveal the dark hallway. Just barely illuminated from the stars shining outside through the windows installed into the halls. The usual chimes of bells barren in the other man's approached, his uniform traded in for pajamas. Feet not touching the ground as he floated through the room, spotting the beaten up dummy slumped against the wall. With his own unsure breath, Feste approached. Deciding to speak first before getting any closer.
"Guy? You're still awake?"
"The fuck it look like? You think I'm nappin'?" He barked, not turning his head fully. Only giving the star sapphire a glance over the shoulder as his nose scrunched. Another sniff coming out of him tried to keep his curling fists out of view.
Feste immediately frowned at the attitude. Not unexpected but wasn't desired. Not when it was so late. "I'm just surprised, I expected you to understand the importance of a good sleep schedule more than anyone else."
Usually the bit of snark would just make him chuckle. Make him retort back and tease, defend himself but right now. He wasn't going to do that. He didn't want To. He wanted to be alone. "Yeah, well ain't I just a real disappointment den, big ol' dummy can't even look after himself, ya happy? Does it please ya dat I ain't bein' a real tight-ass about a sleep schedule?"
That made the other man pause. His brows scrunching as his first instinct was to get mad. To take the accusation with annoyance and a growl to his words. A bite to his breath but he just forced his lips tightly shut. Breathing in slowly as he swallowed his defensiveness down as quietly as he could. Finally settling his feet onto the padded flooring as he hesitantly reached out, his fingertips just brushing against Guys shoulder before it was shrugged off.
"You're upset-"
"No shit-"
"What's wrong then? I doubt a training dummy could do anything to deserve that fate." He tried to be light hearted, the pink hue surrounding him glowing a little brighter as he nudged his head to gesture but when he was met with a hard glare he immediately dimmed.
Teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his heart raced; anger was never an emotion he felt comfortable with. His nerves sparking with a desperation to run. To hide. To get away from the overwhelming emotion that surrounded the other male before him but he couldn't bring himself to move away. No, he moved forward. Grasping Guy's hand, which forced him to finally turn, giving him his full attention. Ready to chew him out for insisting on touching him, for being so damn insistent but he felt like he was struck by lava. A pool of it sliding into his skin, the tingling sensation from Feste's palm to Guy's now fluttering stomach. The ginger's brows knitted together as the warmth spreads up to his chest and all the way up to his cheeks.
Looking down at the other man, his glare trained. Stiff but his lip wobbled. This warmth, this love just pouring through his very veins made his ears turn red as tears flooded out of his eyes. At first he didn't even realize it until a choked sob escaped his throat. Caught off guard by the sudden on pour of it all as his knees buckled, using all his strength and will to keep himself on his feet as he hunched.
"Guy-!" The brunette gasped, immediately ducking down to meet his gaze and cradle his face, not expecting the big man to suddenly crash down. Eyes meeting once more as he watched in awe and lingering fright his captain bawl out as he almost choked on his own breathing.
"Get away from me-!" Guy hissed out like was he was burnt, the overwhelming feeling of love was like a thousand flaming hands caressing him to his very core. It made his body melt but he never surrendered! That's for pussies! He never let himself be so weak, so fragile.
Shoving the brunette away from him as he forced himself up. Pushing past as he used his own ring to form a construct to grab the small bag filled with his gym stuff. Desperate to get away, his body shuddered as he felt the warmth be stripped from him. A chill colder than any ice age could produce hitting him.
Hastily flying off and into the darkness of the Corp as footsteps rushed after him. Like a coward he fled; and it made his stomach churn.
Yeah…..yeah…..I know…..idk why but on a vey rare day I will think about this au. Don’t look at me
+ bonus drawing of a different au I got of them, childhood friends au:
MPREG Lore:
Feste never planned to have a kid. Never in his life - he's been on birth control since 19 and eventually got the coil mid 20 twenties since the meds were messing with him a lot. Years of desperately making sure he never got in that situation and his own way In dealing with dysphoria that wasn’t overt.
But he got his taken out coz he was due a replacement coil, it's been some years and it's something you gotta maintain with your doctor, has to wait awhile for his next appointment to get a new one in and well, that didn't stop him from still shagging his husband coz they're idiots. Bang. Surprise. Consequences ✨ they're both like "wtf we never planned this..we - I don't like this. Idk how to feel."
And Feste had a scare, thought he lost the baby and got genuinely terrified and it kinda cemented for him that he wants to keep it.
Lots of complications, he's carrying a baby with a head the same size as a football (UK) and can't even be a hero anymore. You better your life by becoming one, love helping others and get to be in space where human norms and society is galaxies away. But he’s stuck on earth. Stuck feeling useless and helpless.
During the pregnancy Guy and Feste get in alot of fights. Guy trying to juggle his life as a lantern and not leaving Feste to be all alone. Resentment grows for abit, Feste hates his body. Hates that people keep calling him "mama" and he wants it all to be over with. It’s dysphoric, it’s agony and his body is not coping with the stress of pregnancy well. He’s in and out of hospital a lot and bed ridden when he’s not.
Guy struggles to help, he does his best and he is fighting everyone but he can't always be there. And he is struggling with the adjustment of not being able to be a hero - at least not prominently. Being a green lantern is such a core of his personality and life, it’s one of his greatest loves and to be asked to give it up is impossible.
They end up fixing it and Gigi is born, Feste was already hospitalized a month before she arrived, he had a lot of complications giving birth and Guy accepted and was relieved that this was gonna be the only kid because it was intense. Feste was not having a good time, almost died during it. Gigi is born and Guy is in love. He's planning to be an amazing dad….
and Feste? Post partum depression. Is terrified of his own baby and can't feel that love. He's ashamed. Angry. Fearful. Hateful. Therapy and depression medication help, the exercise too as he wanted to get back into shape for being a hero again but he never loses it all, it sticks to him.
And Guy can see it, see that Feste hair doesn't curl. (Context, when Feste wears his ring his hair curls into hearts when he’s experiencing strong love) Doesn't have that spark in his eye.
Feste, when GiGi is 1 years old, after therapy and all his desperate attempts. Ends up just cradling his kid one night and sniffs, he's never felt the need to - never felt that instinct. And he giggles at how ridiculous he feels for sniffing a baby's head But it starts a stream of him becoming more eager. More loving and he knows he's finally made that connection when Gigi grabs his finger and he breaks down sobbing because his heart feels so full.
Feste still feels awkward as fuck. He's gotten kinda chubby coz his body didn't fully snap back after a baby even with his exercise routine.He's got serious stretch marks and Guy did need to coax him back into liking his body - it wasn't the fat that bothered him but the scars. The scarring is what made him upset
Gigi doesn't call Feste dad until she's a teen. Feste literally made this whole ass baby call him "Feste." Baby Gigi would call for him by going "FeFe"
Guy is and always be dad #1.
And if anyone asks Feste if he wants to be called "mom, birth giver, ect" he just cringes and glares at people.It wasn't until he finally heard Gigi refer to them as "her dad's" as a young teen did he finally go "yeah I fuck with that".
