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dolcomix #15 the prayer room
Everything I learn about the implementation of Star Wars into the Disney Theme Parks makes me want to beat Bob Iger and Bob Chapek with hammers
small confession, but idk what jerid was on… Kamille is a perfectly fine name for a guy.
(go listen to saint-saëns! another very cool camille)
🧸🍫—"Eyyyy captain! Look what i can do! Isnt that so cool? *points at her right hand, fully bronen and bloody, while she was with a silly smile for no reason*
*Havelock’s head snaps up the second he hears that tone.*
“Oi— what the bloody hell are you doin’, kid?!”
*He’s across the deck in three long strides, boots thudding, tail snapping once behind him hard enough to clatter against a railing. One big hand comes up instinctively, hovering like he’s afraid even air might make it worse.*
*He squints at the hand. Broken. Bent wrong. Blood.*
“…Jesus fuckin' Christ.”
*His jaw tightens, a muscle jumping near the old scar on his cheek. The ringing in his ears spikes, sharp and unwelcome, but he shoves it down.*
“Mate. Nope. That is not cool,” *he growls, gravelly and sharp, Aussie drawl thickening when he’s rattled.* “That’s a busted hand, that’s what that is. You tryin’ to give the medic a heart attack, or just me?”
*He exhales slow through his nose, forcing his voice back down from a bark to that rough, steady captain’s rumble.*
“Alright. Look at me. Yeah—eyes up here.” *His thumb hooks gently under your chin, not rough, just firm enough, he wanted to look into your eyes and make sure you didn't go mad or something from the pain.* “You feelin’ dizzy? Light-headed? Any weird numbness, yeah?”
*His gaze flicks back to the mangled hand, then at you again, like it offends every instinct he’s got.*
“…You smilin’ like that ‘cause it doesn’t hurt?” *Havelock pauses, trying to understand what the hell is wrong with you.* “Doesn’t matter. Still looks like hell.”
“Alright, don’t do any more magic-party tricks.” *A huff, half a sigh, as if trying to recover from the initial shock.*
“And you don’t pull stunts like that without warnin’ me first. Nearly stopped my bloody heart!” *He straightens a little, his body still tense, tail curling behind his calves as if bracing.*
“C’mon. Medbay. Now. You can explain your… party trick while I make sure you’re not about to bleed all over my deck, yeah?” *The man adds, seeming more set on just getting you in touch with a medic. Havelock did see broken hands from accidents, but he never saw someone fucking smile about it, and that really unsettled him.* (The drawing is cool but I DID NOT EXPECT IT WAHHH :C)
First time, but the image reminded me of when Franklin said “Well I think we just picked up Dracula” when Nubbins entered the van, so I just had to do it.
do my parents know I have a bikini? No no they don’t. Do they know I’m going to a creek today? No, no they don’t. Do my parents know that I’m going to swim in said creek? No, no they don’t :3
Crazy that this is actually kind of in character.