GHOST / STEEL

Hey! I know I’ve all but dropped off the face of the earth lately. I’ve been very sick and bouncing every day between different specialists and having tests done. I’ve been on medical leave from work and racking up a lot of medical bills, which isn’t a great combination.

My partners are trying to help me out, so we’re offering crochet and art commissions, as well as stickers, magnets, and pins to help raise some money for these bills. The crochet one makes a wide variety of things, they can even make Pokémon (I have a Squirtle, Bulbasaur, Espeon, and Jiggly Puff from them) and various other animals. One of their other specialties is a line of varying pride flag themed bees. The other one is a digital artist and has a tier list of prices depending on what you’re looking for

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Atticus could creep up silently, if he so chose. He's made it this far without making a sound.

Perhaps, if it were anyone else, he would. But he always gives Ortega warning of his approach. Always gives his first friend that chance to choose his pride above his need for sympathy, to let them both pretend that he's not obviously upset.

When no rejection comes, he moves closer, tracing gentle fingertips across the tags that definitely weren't there before. (Atticus would know. He's spent more than enough nights watching Ortega work on these Starmobiles to memorise every detail of the cars, inside and out.)

Oh dear.

❝ Companion mine... Thy distress call hath been felt and answered. I am here. ❞

the tent was left closed, a signal to the ruchbah grunts to stay away . revavroom and the fairy starmobile had been shoved inside and not seen the light of day since . though ortega made no attempt to block the ninja from entering, from approaching .

the smaller boy sinks to his knees, then sits right there on the ground next to his prized possession . his crown jewel, the RESULT of his trials and hard work .

... ortega sniffles .

" ... i - " a choke . " i h - have to - i have to fix it . " he didn't try to get up . it felt like there was no strength left in his body .

That's... part of the Team's code. It's what started the Operation Starfall defense rolling, even if they did fail in that particular endeavor. A slight against one Boss is a slight against all - regardless of if said slight is a single insult to, well... Damaging their most sentimental item.

He kneels down next to Ortega, taking one of his friend's hands between his two gloved ones. He's here. He's not going anywhere, not while he had a friend in need of company and a vehicle in need of cleaning. That's part of their code, the oath that predates Star, hastily made in a locked bathroom stall beside bloodied tissues and stolen first aid supplies.

Our leader, Master Cyrus, hated the very idea of spirit. He hated spirit for being incomplete. And yet, using fiery exhortations, he rallied the spirit of others. What he hated most, he used to control others. Isn't that ironic?

But it's over. A world without spirit... Who would want such a thing?!

His confident manner of speaking... His logical words... I think people just became so enthralled by him. I allowed myself to believe his words because I wanted to see the world he intended to make.

He'd been bringing Ortega along on many of his recent fabric shipping trips, never expanding on what, exactly, his newest project was or why it needed so many shades of pink, but he was delighted to finally be able to reveal it.

Inside his offered present box was a full outfit clearly inspired by Hatterene, even including her signature hat shape. High quality, as was the norm with all of Atticus's creations, and skirting the school uniform rules without outright breaking them.

( He'd gotten rather good at that. )

❝ Thou shine brighter than the combined force of a thousand Dazzling Gleams. With every passing minute, I grow yet happier to be thy friend. ❞

@ghosteel / atticus

ORTEGA BIRTHDAY MOMENTS !!

the pink fabrics are soft under ortega's fingers, and he takes the time to carefully inspect every inch of the outfit . the wonderful gift combined with atticus' words makes happy tears well up in his pink eyes .

" ... it's really beautiful . thank you . i'll treasure it . "

he gestures for atticus to lean down, a song and dance they'd done many times . gently pushing aside the fabric covering his friend's face, he presses a kiss to his cheek .

" i'm happy you're my friend, too . so happy . you've helped make today really special . "