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ohhhh 👀 128 + 70 on the prompt thingy~

(and any characters you picture them for!!)

128.

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk!" Rex retorted, staring. Well, staring about as well as anyone who blackout drunk could, which was to say not very well. His gaze swayed about as much as the rest of him, and the few steps he took towards Mark made him look like a sailor on the deck of a storm-battered ship, as did the fall he took into a nearby desk, scattering pencils and papers along the floor as he leaned against it for some kind of support.

Mark was really starting to hate the Viltrumite tolerance for alcohol. He sighed, replying "Yeah, I think we'd better get going", taking hold of one of his boyfriend's arms before hoisting him onto his back. Rather than lugging the hero along, he let himself lift off the ground ever so slightly, before hoisting Rex further up his back.

The hero's legs wrapped around the half-alien's midsection as he floated through the corridors of the facility, pulling his pelvis against the small of his back and pressing his upper chest to one of his shoulder blades. He mumbled something incoherent, his head lolling back and facing the ceiling.

"What was that?" Mark asked.

Rex's head fell forward, his breath hot against the half-alien's neck. "I- hic- I hate beer now" he slurred, his voice now taking on a melancholy edge. "Can't... I can't feel my bad hand like this".

Bad hand. His prosthetic hand. Mark had heard how real the fake appendage felt, as Rex had gone into multiple rambles about how cool he thought it was, as well as the joy he'd found in using it to mess with you (none of the Guardians asked him to 'lend a hand' anymore, mostly because he'd literally throw the appendage at them in response). But he'd never seen him drunk since he got it. In fact, he was pretty sure the doctors told him to avoid it if he could, which in hindsight, probably explained a lot.

"Might wanna wean off the bottle a little bit, honey!" Mark replied, shivering slightly as he reached the outside of the facility, feeling the chilly night air brush his skin. With the same lack of effort as before, he lifted the two of them into the air and settled into a sort of prone position. Rex's lags uncrossed, and he moved into a seated stance, sitting atop his boyfriend like a cowboy on a horse.

"Say sike"

"Huh?"

"Say sike right now" Rex repeated. Mark could the look on his face out of the corner of his eye. It was a surprisingly focused pout, like the mere suggestion that he stop drinking was enough to sober him up from sheer indignation. "Mark...!"

"Or you could take it off next time?" he offered instead. The hero's expression changed to one of deep thought, before he blinked and slowly replied.

"Sounds- hic- smart. Knew there was a reason I kept you around!". Nope, he was definitely still drunk.

"Well, that and I'm the only one who can get us home"

"Pssh!" Mark heard and felt Rex's nose fall against his neck. "Could of walked myself back"

"Suuuuure"

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I know this is pretty late, but this picture was taken over summer vacation this year. I dolled myself up that day and my grandmother thought that it would be a good idea for her to take a photo session of me while we wait for our dinner in the Italian restaurant. And this is one of those pictures that came out good. Seriously though, my grandmother should become a photographer lol. #selfie #glamourshot #kindofphotography #photoshoot #caption #waiting #glam #dolledup #summershot #dolled #selfieshot #summerselfie https://www.instagram.com/p/B3iPxMXFztp/?igshid=1rbscjalhw3or

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not sure if the character ask meme is still open but markus/black samson pls :3

Hi soryy for not seeing this i've been really busy with work but here we go!

B- Do they have any allergies?

Probably! I'd say he'd probably have something along the lines of a latex allergy (which would just SUCK if he needed first aid on a mission) or probably an allergy to pollen or something like that.

Ooh wait... hear me out: cinnamon. He doesn't like admitting it to anyone cause it's embarrassing for one of the most famous superheroes in the world to tell anyone his throat closes up from cinnamon of all things, and let's face it, Rex would definitely make fun of him for it (btw I got this idea because I watched that old Dwayne Johnson movie Game Plan last night and there's a scene with cinnamon in that)

L- What is their favourite board game?

My first instinct here was to say something like chess cause a) he's like 40 at the least, and b) he literally has a mansion in the comics (which makes me wonder why that hasn't been bought up in the show yet), but I kinda think he'd be more of a checkers man. I mean, a lot of his later appearances in the comics have him trying to help his community, so I imagine he might have learned from playing against the elders.

A- What are/were this character's best subject in school?

I kinda imagine he'd be good at a lot of subjects in school (he strikes me as an overachiever what can I say), but if I had to narrow it down to a couple of them, I'd say PE, English and Math.

C- Can they swim well?

I doubt in his probably 20-something years or less of being a superhero, that he wouldn't be able to. Unless he grew up somewhere without any local swimming pools or bodies of water, cause then I could imagine he doesn't learn until later. But yeah, he's probably a really good swimmer.

K- How do you know when you've upset them?

Oh, that's easy. He does that low mad voice thing that he does in the show when Rex makes fun of him (you know, 'I'm gonna assume that was a joke and I don't need to beat your ass until all you wanna do is call me dad again')

S- How stealthy are they?

I mean... canonically he's probably at least a little bit stealthy but come on. This man is a giant and has the same physique as Superman, he is the polar opposite of stealthy. 

A- Already answered!

M- What is their favourite dessert? 

For the purpose of continuing an inside joke with a mutual, I’d say baklava, specifically the pistachio kind. 

In all seriousness though, I imagine he’s not the biggest fan of desserts in general, but he might have a secret sweet tooth for... i’ll say blueberry muffins. I think it’d be fuuny if he kept sneaking blueberry muffins from the GDA cafeteria.

S- Already answered!

O- What would it take to break them, inside and out?

First of all, and I feel this would be the norm for a lot of superheroes, Samson has a great amount of willpower that would make him difficult to break mentally. While he isn’t the strongest hero out there physically, he’s definitely up there with the likes of the Immortal. If you were trying to break him, it would take a lot of time, and probably involve targeting just about everyone he loves, and even then, you’re more likely to make him mad than sad. My advice? Try one of the other Guardians.

N- What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Do you think they got good cereal in GDA headquarters? I feel like they spent all the budget on teleporters and sci-fi body armour and didnt have enough for some Lucky Charms. Cause if he’s in the HQ, then his options go down to corn flakes or porridge. But if he’s in his mansion, then he probably gets some fancy eggs cooked by Sandford every morning.

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oh!! 10 for this one

10.

Kyle folded the top of the sheet over the line. It was a simple cycle, fold, clip, repeat. It was the first thing his mother had taught him to do when he was old enough to help out around the farm (as he strung the fabrics up, he could still faintly hear 'like this, Liebchen, not like that). He could still remember being so short that his older sisters had to hoist him onto their shoulders just so he could reach. It brought a smile to his lips. That particular memory must've been well over a hundred years ago by now, yet he still remembered it perfectly.

He had only just grabbed a pair of socks from out of the basket when a loud noise came from his left, drawing his gaze from his task. "Again?" he murmured. Kyle set down the basket and walked closer, going around a small shack off the side of his house. When he saw the source of the commotion, he crossed his arms over his chest and said "Y'know, darlin', it's not illegal to have a week off!"

"Nonsense!" Thula shouted back. She was perched on top of the shack’s roof, ripping off a few loose tiles with the rear head of a claw hammer. “It’ll take much more than this little passenger to slow me down!” she laughed, a hand going to rest on her stomach, tapping the small bump that grew there. Most of the pregnant women that Kyle had been around seemed to slow down as their child grew, but his wife seemed to go through the opposite: the growing foetus seemed to spur the Viltrumite in a frenzy of fixing and cleaning up, to the point that he was convinced that she’d deliberately broken their fence wall last week just to have the excuse to fix it. 

Kyle scoffed. “C’mon, Thula, you’ve done enough! If not for you, at least give our future daughter a rest!” he reasoned, hands moving to his hips. 

Thula sighed at the plea of her husband. The claw hammer came falling down onto the ground, followed by her floating down to his level. “That reminds me, actually. We still haven’t decided on a name as of- ow!” she began, yelping suddenly when her feet touched the ground, shooting back up. “Blasted feet! Why must they swell up so much?!”

“Tends to happen when you’re pregnant, honey. C’mere, let me carry you” the old soldier offered, his arms out toward her. The Viltrumite floated into his hold, her arms coming to rest around his neck as his hands landed on her upper back and in the crook of her knees respectively. He began the walk back to their house, smile growing a little wider as Thula’s cheek came to rest against his shoulder. 

“You know I could just fly back, don’t you?” she asked him. 

“Yup” Frontline replied. “But this feels better somehow”

Thula hummed. “I suppose you might be right”

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27~

This song!!!

Literally one of my favourite songs from this album (second only to The Ground Below and No Save Point)

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❣️ and 🎁 for ian and kyle!!

🎲🎲 to any two canon characters of your choosing ~

🔮🪄:

❣️- What are their love languages?

Ian’s love language, to put it simply, is acts of service. If he likes someone, he does everything he can for them in a show of usefulness and dedication (the first part partially related to his childhood trauma and self-esteem issues, though he’ll never admit it). Usually, this takes the form of things like cooking for them, caring an almost obsessive amount when they get ill, offering to do the work they were going to do, etc. He’s got issues, but he tries, y’know? 

🎁- How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general?

Birthdays are a bit of a mixed bag for Ian. Overall, he likes them, though he does sometimes to struggle the concept. For his, he treats it less as a celebration and more as a measure for passing the years, marking down every year further from his past. As he gets older, however, he does start to appreciate in line with him slowly letting go of his past and learning to value his time. 

🦅🛡:

❣- What are their love languages? 

Kyle is an old man, so it makes sense that his style of romance would fit the period and culture he comes from (that being rural Irish-German Catholics from the 1920s). He’s not big into the whole ‘courting’ thing, but he thinks it’s important to take things slow, one step at a time so he can make sure his partner is comfortable, which is actually pretty useful when said partner is a stranger to human culture. He’s also pretty serious about marriage, though he doesn’t really care what religious customs (if any) it follows. Finally, he would want to meet their family, as well as introduce them to his.

🎁- How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? 

Kyle at first sees his birthdays much the same way that most people do, as a celebration of the passing of years. But when the decades pass by, and his aging starts to slow (currently he’s over 100 years old but looks about 47), he does start to worry about outliving his friends and family, because anyone would. One incident, however, causes him to change his worldview, making him understand that he needs to appreciate the time he has left with them. They become more of a chance to reflect on his life up to that point, as well as a celebration. 

For the first dice ask, I’ll do Shrinking Rae!

🎲- How well can they cook?

Oh, you have no idea! I believe she’s an amazing cook, to the point that one of the longest-running bits on this blog is that she livestreams a cooking show on Twitch called Recipes with Rae every fortnight or so. She brings on another Guardian as a sous-chef (although 90% of the time, it’s Kate) or sometimes a special guest. At the end of the month, she lets the chat vote on the worst recipe they’ve featured and then feed it to Shapesmith (he always eats it no matter what).

For the second dice ask, I’ll do Monster Girl!

🎲- How do they feel about horror movies?

Cannot get enough of them! Even before she got cursed, she was fearless. Everyone is subconsciously surprised when she doesn’t even flinch at the jumpscares. She treats them more like action movies, constantly going ‘hell yeah, dude!’ and probably rooting for the killer most of the time (which probably ties into her massive Toph Beifong energy).

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