thinking also about. asriel having massive amounts of empathy for fictional characters and objects, to the point that he's completely unable to handle them being harmed or anything dangerous in fiction whatsoever (confessing to sins of dropping yoshi on accident and confessing FOR kris dropping them on purpose, crying over the cooking of the yoshi eggs, dodging watching horror movies with kris and ? presumably ? dess if that was ever a thing). in light of dess pretty much not caring about any of that shit, seeing nothing "bad" in destroying her stuff since it's replaceable, liking horror movies and horror games where harm is done to fictional characters constantly, (assuming dessknight) having no problem killing darkners by destroying their light world forms and putting party members into a state worse than DOWN... as if anything on a "lower reality level," compared to where she is right now, is fair game to her. it's interesting and i feel like this might have been a point of tension between them, assuming asriel didn't fully grow out of his yoshi drop guilt thing... like. she's playing the evil route of dragon blazers with zero remorse because she wants to fight the superboss. he's backseating like nooooo :( you have to be niceeeee :(((. and it kinda pisses her off like omg grow uuuup already azzy it's a game and it's fun. i could see this happening
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my very specific and self-indulgent HC of the day is that knightster thematic colors, or homedstuck text colors, or whatever, would be #190019 (knight) and #E6FFE6 (gaster)
0x19 has the 9 which is charanumber, is 25 in decimal which is dessnumber. E6 has the 6 which is gasternumber. the colors are perfect complements of each other in their RGB values. and yet, rather than being pure black/white, they retain just a bit of their original green and purple/magenta. despite how much they try to be perfect embodiments of the darkness and light as opposing forces... also they would be frustrating and hard to read on dark and light backgrounds respectively. which i think is also themes
Kitty Wilder hadn’t slept the night before graduation. Not out of nerves, but because of the email. The one she’d been waiting on. The job — her job, the dream she hadn’t dared speak too loud — gone with a single “unfortunately.” She read it three times. Stared at the rejection until the letters blurred. Then she closed her laptop, washed her face, and told no one. She still walked across the stage. She still smiled in photos. Bodhi waited for her outside the dorm that morning, coffee in hand, kind eyes, quiet support. He didn’t know. Not yet. And he didn’t need to — not with her dad’s seat at the ceremony sitting empty and her sister’s texts stuck on “sorry.” She was used to being the one who made it easier on everyone else, who smiled first, who cried later. But as she stood in her gown, the sun too hot on her skin, the crowd too loud, her name echoing over the microphone — something inside her cracked. She hadn’t asked for much. She just wanted to be seen. Chosen. Enough.
She slipped away after the ceremony — behind the science building, where the air was cooler and the buzz of celebration was far enough to ignore. She didn’t cry right away. Just sat there, diploma folder in her lap, her stomach hollow. It wasn’t about the job, not really. Or the seats left empty. It was the weight of wanting something too much. Of trying so hard to be good, and kind, and ready — and still coming up short. She didn’t hear her mom approach, but the bench dipped beside her, and there she was. No big speech. No lecture. Just presence. Quiet understanding.
Kitty whispered, “I didn’t get it. The job. And Dad… and Kira…” Her voice cracked. “I tried not to care.” Her mom nodded, eyes soft. “But you do,” she said. “Because you’re someone who cares deeply. That’s not a flaw, Kitty. That’s your heart showing.” The tears came then — slow, quiet, like they’d been waiting all day. Her mom didn’t try to stop them. Just let her cry. When Kitty finally wiped her face and leaned against her shoulder, her mom smiled and said, “I made a reservation. Three seats. Just us and Bodhi. Your favorite place — the one with the cheesy bread and the menu that reads like a romcom.”
Dinner wasn’t anything grand, but it felt like everything. A booth in the corner, too much bread, and her mom ordering a cocktail too strong but insisting it was “graduation tradition.” They got two free desserts because the waiter liked Kitty’s dress and said she reminded him of someone from a book. She felt like herself again, just for a little while. Walking home barefoot, heels in one hand, dessert box in the other, she caught her reflection in a window. She looked tired, flushed, mascara smudged — and maybe more herself than ever. The job was gone. Her dad missed it. Her sister forgot. But she showed up. She walked the stage. She let herself be loved. And maybe that was more than enough.
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[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
--> Accepting for all muses
Defaulting to Pidge since she's my featured!
[ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?
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Pidge isn't particularly boastful of herself, not unless it's some sarcastic quip about her intelligence compared to some people - namely one or two fellow paladins.
When it comes to telling stories to others, it's almost always about others. About her father, or her brother. Sometimes she delights in telling stories about the team as well, though she doesn't know all too much about Shiro or Keith, not beyond anything told to her or experienced during their time together as paladins.
One of her favorite things is to tell other aliens stories about the paladins. Things that make them all seem just a bit more... human? Even if that's more of just an idiom in the eyes of the universe.
Imagine her telling some of them about her first flight simulation with Hunk and Lance, praising the two of them on just how far the three of them have come since leaving their home, while still giving those listening hope that even though things seem bad, and you may not think you can do it, you just need to work on it.
She may not have any specific stories to tell, but she'll always be willing to tell the ones she knows to those who will listen.
He has no idea why he has them, or why he's the only one he knows with them.
Outside of the Satellite Boys, Martha, and Goodwin's group-- Carly was the only other person to know about Jack's wings, before he showed the other Signers.
Jack typically hides his wings under his jacket, but there are also slits in the back for when he wishes to have them out. The can fold up neatly enough to be pretty well hidden, but he doesn't like people touching his back because of it.
Yes, there are Satellite legends about a winged duelist, often spoken about as a fallen angel due to his close association with a 'demonic' card. Jack is very well aware he's used as a boogie man to keep the children in line.
He lost most of his right wing when he was injured during the Fortune Cup. Since, he keeps them hidden more often, but he slowly let them be out more and more often around the other Signers.
