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Ptilopsis pirates games for her/Iffy's Nintendo Game(Orirock)Cube

Closure: hey ptilopsis are you available for a moment

Ptilopsis: Affirmative.

Closure: ok cool

Closure: the firewall has been very insistent that your terminal system is no longer secure

Closure: and they seem to have started about the same time you came back from Columbia on your latest mission

Closure: please tell me you didn't bring any fishy devices back with you

Ptilopsis: Request received.

Closure: ... and?

Ptilopsis: I was requested to not inform you about any "fishy devices".

Closure: ... yeah ok I walked into that one

Closure: what do you have

Ptilopsis: I returned from my latest mission with a first edition PlaySquare game system, as well as a drive containing what I believed to be source code for several iconic PlaySquare games. I was intending to write them onto playable discs and gift them to Miss Ifrit.

Ptilopsis: I will complete that task and remove the drive from the Rhodes Island network ASAP. I apologize if I have caused you any additional stress.

Closure: ahhhhhhh gotcha gotcha

Closure: ... you wouldn't by chance happen to have any of the worldstuck games on that drive? I've been looking for the third one for decades

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fiaexu, night terrors? (since fia has those and exusiai also doesn't sleep well)

she is falling

no

she is the one standing still and everything is falling around her and she cannot do a thing to stop it she cannot even move at all

and she can see their faces as they watch pity burning their hearts as they fall away in perfect focus and only she remains in the spaces left behind and she is falling and she cannot move and she is ---

Fiammetta's heart pounds as she snaps back to herself.

After a moment, her body remembers to breathe.

After another moment, she remembers where she is.

Lemuel's room. Lemuel's bed.

Where is she. They were lying side by side, atop the threadbare sheets Rhodes provided, where is she.

Fiammetta reaches, desperate, longing, trying to ignore the voice inside telling her it didn't matter where Lemuel was, she had left just like all the others, leaving behind nothing but --

A note.

Fia -

Sorry, couldn't fall asleep. Went out to the lounge balcony to get some fresh air. If you're up before I get back, sorry.

Unsigned, but Fiammetta would know the scrawl with her eyes closed, which they do as she breathes a sigh, letting her tension drain as best she can.

The door beeps, slowly opens, cautious footsteps.

"Fia?"

"El."

Her voice shakes, almost cracks, and she frowns, but now Lemuel is here, crawling up the bed to join her, arms encircling like the most natural thing in the world, a glowing halo in the bitter darkness, and things are right again.

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😸 ooh ooh!!! If ur accepting drabble prompts again can I ask for myrrhleaf with the prompt "unexpected feelings"

The feelings can be whatever u want them to be c:<

"I'm heading down to the training rooms."

"Alright, have fun, love you!"

Myrrh continued brushing through her hair, squinting into the mirror above her dresser, until it dawned on her exactly what she had just said.

The hairbrush clattered to the floor as she whirled around to see Frostleaf frozen, one hand on the door handle, staring at her with a look she couldn't in a million years hope to interpret correctly.

"Um! I mean! I did - didn't - I didn't mean it like that! I'm - I'm sorry! I just wan - wanted to - wanted to say that I hoped - hoped you - I want you to have a good day! But not that I - I lo - not like that! I'm so - sorry..."

Frostleaf's head was slowly drifting to the side, staring unblinking as Myrrh desperately tried to recover. "So, you... don't feel that way about me?"

"No! I mean, maybe? I mean, I - you're always so pret - so pretty, and maybe I'm jealous of that? And sometimes I wonder wh - what - I wonder what - I - "

Myrrh flapped her hands, harder and harder, trying to get the words flooding out of her mouth back under control.

"SometimesIwonderwhatkissingyouwouldbelike!!!! But I know you do - don't - would - I know I would do something wrong, and I don't want to mess - me - mess up another friendship, and I'd have to - to - to find a new roommate, and I don't - I just - arghggrhgrgghhhhh!"

Myrrh buried her face in her hands, sinking into a crouch, trying to force herself to breathe, to do something, anything to stop this morning from getting any worse.

"Hey."

A hand came to rest gently on her shoulder, and she looked up, meeting Frostleaf's gaze as she... smiled?

"I love you too."

Cold lips pressed themselves gently against her forehead, and Myrrh felt herself flush bright pink. Frostleaf pulled away, beaming down at her.

"I need to go or I'm going to be late. We can talk more at lunch, ok? Figure things out together once we've had some time to think."

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Red and co. visiting the convalescent garden together? I really like your stuff with them!

A knock. Then another, more confident. Perfumer stretched, slipping a ribbon between the pages of her book, standing from her armchair and stepping lightly over to the door to her office.

"Hello, Frostleaf. Please keep your voice down, she's asleep right now."

"Oh, um, ok." Frostleaf tucked her hands back into her jacket pockets. "Hi Miss Lena."

Perfumer smiled, turning and beckoning Frostleaf in to her office, who stepped nervously past the threshold.

"So, um. How did things... go?"

"About how I expected them to." Perfumer sighed. "There's only so much that can be helped along with perfumes and medicines. Working on yourself isn't something you can shortcut."

"Mhm." Frostleaf nodded solemnly. "I know."

"I know you do"

Together they moved, inch by inch, over towards the couch were Red was sitting limp, arm in a sling, head rolled back into her hood, lightly snoring.

Frostleaf softened, her entire body shifting, and Perfumer smiled gently.

"She's trying her hardest for you, I hope you know."

"I know." Frostleaf leaned her hands against the back of the armchair, not breaking her gaze towards Red. "I just... "

She trailed off, and Perfumer laid a hand over top of hers.

"You want to be good for her."

Frostleaf nodded, stonefaced.

"You are. I can hear it in the way she talks about you." Perfumer gave a gentle squeeze of her hands. "You don't need to be perfect. She doesn't need perfect. She needs you."

Again, Frostleaf nodded, but her lower lip trembled just a bit.

"She loves you more than anything."

The tears that had been welling in Frostleaf's eyes began to spill, and she blinked them away, pulling her hand free and wiping at her face with a sleeve.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I just -- "

"Here, dear."

Perfumer offered a tissue box, and Frostleaf took it, dabbing at her face.

"And don't you dare apologize for crying. Everybody does, it's how we process intense emotion."

"frost... leaf?"

A voice whispered from the couch, and Frostleaf snapped to attention, swiftly moving to the couch.

"I'm here, Red."

"mmm." Red gently pressed her forehead against Frostleaf's arm. "frostleaf needs to rest too. frostleaf should come. next time."

"Red, I don't know if -- "

"frostleaf will like. lena is nice." Red reached out, grabbing on to Frostleaf's jacket sleeve with her free hand.

Frostleaf glanced over to Perfumer, eyes full of conflicted emotions.

"Only if you want to. But my door is always open."

"...I'll think about it."

Perfumer smiled warmly, and Red hummed, pressing her shoulder to Frostleaf's. "now dinner?"

"Yes, Red, we're going to dinner now."

Together they made their way to the door, Perfumer trailing just politely far enough behind them, watching as they paused at the door, turning to wave together.

"Thanks, Miss Lena."

"thank you."

Perfumer smiled, returning the gesture. "Of course. Take care, you two."

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Haiiii oomfie 👋👋

Can I request something for Kafka and Snowsant??

SFW, NSFW, your choice really, I trust you with the birds 😌

Although I would prefer just something cute with SFW I am also curious what you would cook up with the other option

"So... now what?"

"Now ya wait!" Kafka patted the soil plot in front of her. "Water and sun and let the seeds do what they do best."

"Oh! Water! Do I need to water it every day?" Snowsant fumbled for the planner in her pocket. "What time of day would be best, do you think? I could --"

"Not every day, probly like... every three days? Lena keeps these greenhouses nice 'n consistent like, so ya don't gotta worry about things changin. But in the meantime, while yer waitin for these ta sprout, I gotcha this!"

From the shelf behind her, Kafka pulled a small pot, already overflowing with white striped ivy, with a small gold bow tied around the base. "Ta-daaaa!"

Speechless, Snowsant took it with both hands, as Kafka continued to chatter happily.

"It's a variegated tradescantia! Super easy to care for, super pretty too. Reminded me of yer hair! See, the white stripes? That's the variegated part. They don't grow like this normally, ya gotta split em off from a mother plant."

A sniffle from Snowsant broke the train of Kafka's monologue.

"Hey, Snowy? Ya good?"

"Y - yeah." Snowsant wiped at her face with a sleeve. "It's - sorry, I'm not --"

"Whoa, hey, hey! It's ok. Here, let Kafka."

A handkerchief appeared from a pocket, and Kafka took Snowsant's face in her hand, dabbing at her tears.

"There we go. Musta been a good gift to open up the waterworks, huh?"

Snowsant nodded, beaming at the gardener. "The - the best."

"Awrighty, Kafka's still got it!"

Snowsant chuckled through her tears, and Kafka tucked her handkerchief away, clapping Snowsant on the shoulder.

"Cmon, lets go find a good spot for yer new buddy to live, kay? Kay. I was thinkin that one window ledge by yer desk might be nice, eh?"

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(and on that note I'm gonna close reqs while I work through the inbox thank you everyone I love you all)

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Red is compulsed to draw blood every day. But some days, there is no mission, or the prey escapes, and she is left alone with her knives. and herself.

BIG OLD SELF HARM CW IF THATS NOT OBVIOUS FROM THE PROMPT

no mission today. always a mission today but no mission today.

no one where they should be. everything different.

no mission today.

... ... ...

granny would be mad. always let your blade taste blood. a day without bloodshed is a day you grow weaker. true hunters must never rest, not even for a day.

but no mission today.

... ... ...

knives burning. in your hand, in your pocket. need to taste blood.

should find scavenger. or frostleaf. or kal'tsit. they know how to help.

today is wrong. cannot leave. no one where they should be. might meet someone wrong.

... ... ...

no mission today. everything wrong.

knife in hand. watch the blade spin. watch the light dance.

your hand? a hand. blade in hand and no mission today and granny will be mad.

... ... ...

don't. don't think it don't do it. not your hand not your arm holding knife sharp and bright.

kal'tsit will be mad frostleaf will be mad granny will be mad there is no mission today and everything is wrong.

... ... ...

watch as knife falls cuts an arm blood flows not your arm no pain not your hand holding knife cutting deep no mission today granny will be mad everything is wrong watch blood coat knife not yours not yours granny will be happy kal'tsit will be mad blood all over arms hands knife pain why pain not yours everything is wrong no mission today knife falls pain too much blood falling falling pain too dark for blood too dark to think pain pain pain hand arm knife screams blurry fading falling pain

there is no mission today but this is right

... ... ...

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Oooh ooh!!! If ur up for requests how about something with post time skip krangle since we know they're all alive!!!

U dont gotta if ur not up for it btw!!! I love reading all ur writing and have been keeping up the best I can with it all even if I'm not interacting!!

Kroos --

My path crossed with the landship by chance and I thought I would drop by and see if you were in. I guess you can tell by this note that you weren't. Feels like ages since we got the chance to actually be together in person.

The chocolates in the old clubhouse are for you, by the way. I picked them up in Tkaronto, from that run-down factory we used to pass by on patrols. Turns out they got bought by Miltons and fixed up, and everything's shiny and new. Still tastes the same to me though.

Apparently you've been sent to Yan, with Lava? How did that go? Hopefully less chaotic and wild then those novels she used to leave in our dorms. Although with you two, hard to say. I've heard it's really pretty up in the mountains there, although I don't know what part you're in.

Send my love to Beags, if you can. Guess she hasn't been back to the landship in a while, my last note was still in her mailbox. She's stationed in Bolivar still, right? We should see if we can request some leave together, go down and visit her. I'll leave my next posting details with Logistics, tell her to write me when she can.

I miss you two.

More than I can possibly fit on this paper, I miss you two.

Write me when you get the chance. Love you.

-- Fang

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i have arrived again for the annual Cliffheart prompt :3c how abooouuut "unlikely friends" :3

Cliffheart shifted, stretching her arms as best she could, pushing carefully against the walls of the disused air vent.

The short-range comm on her shoulder crackled, and she thumbed at the button.

" -- repeat, Matterhorn has left the kitchen. Cliffheart, have you seen anything?"

"No sign of him yet, but I have eyes on the door. Don't forget to use codenames."

There was a brief moment of silence. " ... I did use your codename, though."

"Not that codename, the ones for the mission!"

"Why do you need so many names? I've always been fine with just the one."

Cliffheart sighed, shaking her head. "Because it's what you do on a heist! Also, we don't want Closure to overhear us and find out who's raiding the storeroom."

"Wouldn't she recognize us by our voices? And if she can hear us, why are we using these at all?"

A third voice piped up through the tinny speaker. "Cliffy, Luna, can we go yet? I'm hungry."

"Ceobe, the door isn't opened yet."

Cliffheart rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Moonmoon, Cue, if you keep radioing me, someone's gonna hear, and then the whole plan is ruined. Now shush, I think I hear Big Man coming."

"Big Man is Matterhorn, right?"

"Yes, now quiet," Cliffheart hissed as footsteps thudded below her hiding spot.

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ok i love you all you have some great ideas but I do try to keep this blog SFW so maybe dont get too carried away

(hey I'm gonna try and revive this blog I think I miss doing these so nows a great time to send in requests!)

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(hey I'm gonna try and revive this blog I think I miss doing these so nows a great time to send in requests!)

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How about something for Ashlock, maybe some wholesome stuff with her and Flametail? (Or any of the other Pinus Sylvestris members if you want)

Ashlock hummed as she picked up the knife from the counter. Trim the carrot head, trim the tip. Turn, cut lengthwise, turn, cut into quarters. Lift with the knife and slide into the bowl next to her. Reach for the next carrot.

Easy to fall into a trance, cooking for everyone. Not that they were ever around at the same time to eat, but keeping food ready was simple, really.

A body bumped into her from behind, wrapping strong arms around her hips.

"Hey Ashley."

Ashlock frowned. Flametail sounded... tired. Worn down. Not at all like her normal self. "Hey Sona. What's up?"

"Long day. That's all."

A sniff, a sigh. A telltale tremor in her voice.

"Sona, let me - " Ashlock tried to turn around, but Flametail's arms locked tight around her.

"Mmm-mmm. I'm fine."

"You're clearly not."

"I'm. Fine. You do too much for me anyway."

"Sona." Ashlock braces her arms against the counter, breaking Flametail's hold and turning to face her girlfriend. "We're a team, remember? Don't push yourself if you don't have to."

Flametail traced her gaze across the wall behind Ashlock. "But I - "

"Hey."

Ashlock held her arms out, and it took only a second for Flametail to fall into them, tears welling at the corners of her eyes as Ashlock rubbed at her shoulders, still humming gently.

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@rinerikacallinen953

"My dear smith! I received word that you requested my presence?"

"Pallas. I made you a new chain to test."

Vulcan swung the door to the blast furnace shut with a satisfying thud, stalking across her workshop to a table by the door, picking up a coil of metal and spikes with a carved wooden handle, offering it to Pallas reverently.

"Ah, you know me too well., love." Pallas hefted the weapon, eyes gleaming. "Look, it fits to my hand as if molded by the gods."

"You flatter me." Vulcan watched as Pallas lifted the point of the whip to her eye. "What about the balance, and weight distribution."

"Tis perfect, as all your work is, and always has been. I still do not understand why you will not take the credit you are due. Do you not long for the days when every champion in Minos knew your name?"

"No. Do you?"

Pallas paused, chain swinging from her hand in perfect tempo. Vulcan sighed.

"The past is well behind us, Pallas, and dwelling on it won't change anything. Come. I want to see it in action."

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Catapult trying to finally thank Viviana for helping her escape from the knights?

Ok, you can do this, Arleta!

Despite the pep talk, Catapult continued to pace back and forth outside the dormitory door.

Just knock and introduce yourself, and say thank you. It's not rocket science!

Or maybe wait and see if she recognizes you?

...Nah, it was years ago. No way she would remember some kid she saw once.

Just knock. Just knock. Just knock just knock just knock just knock just --

Catapult jumped as the door opened, and Viviana started at the unexpected Kuranta pacing outside her door.

"Oh! I'm - I'm sorry, I didn't expect anyone to be out here."

"Nah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be waiting - I mean, I was just trying to - Um. Hi!"

Catapult cringed, but Viviana merely smiled, reaching out a hand.

"Viviana. I don't believe I caught your name, last time we met?"

"Catapult." Catapult took her hand and shook before blinking, once, twice, processing what she just heard. "You - wait, you remember?"

"You have a very distinctive voice." Viviana smiled. "I was just heading down to get some dinner. Would you care to join me? I'd love to hear the tale of how you ended up here."

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Transmasc Stainless and Plume talk about Gender?

"Um... Mr Stainless?"

Feist rolled himself out from underneath the automated arrow machine, glancing up at the Liberi standing in front of him.

"Hey! Just Feist is fine, Plume. If you need this machine, it should be good to go now."

"No! Actually, Mr... Feist, I wanted to ask you about... something else."

Feist pulled a towel from his belt, wiping at his hands, watching the way Plume was wringing her hands much the same.

"Yeah, of course. What's up?"

"I, um. I... saw that you're wearing, um. A binder. And I just actually, uh, started wearing one myself? And I was wondering if you, uh, had any advice, because I know you aren't supposed to wear them when you're working out? But I don't want to - "

"You don't ever wanna take it off." Feist nodded, watching Plume sigh with relief. "Believe me, I get it."

"I.. had a feeling you would."

"So!" Feist clapped his hands together, glancing at his watch. "Tell you what. How about we head to the cafeteria, and I can give you some tips over lunch, my treat. How does that sound, Mr Plume?"

Feist grinned, watching Plume's eyes open wide, mouth open with surprise, with recognition, with joy. "I take it that's a yes. Give me a minute to drop my tools off at the workshop and I'll meet you there."

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Drabble idea: Any interaction between any of the "Weird Stuff Got Unethically Got Shoved Into My Head With Experiments And All I Got Were Destructive Powers And This Cool T-Shirt" kids? (At least includes Ifrit, Rosmontis, and Ebenholz. Likely more. Scientists need to stop shoving things into the brains of these kids...)

"Wait. You mean, you got it taken out???"

"It didn't help anything." Ebenholz shrugged. "Even if it wasn't a true remnant of his power, turns out having weird shit in your brain for your entire life has some side effects."

"Yeah, but still!" Ifrit leaned her chair back onto two legs, throwing her feet up on the table. "Don't have to hear the old geezer anymore, do ya? Wish that was me."

"Ifrit, you're going to fall. Ebenholz. Does it ... still hurt?" Rosmontis asked.

"The headaches haven't stopped, but they're less frequent now."

"That's not what I meant." Rosmontis swiped at her ever present terminal, scrolling through pages of memory. "Inside. Do you ... feel any better?"

Ebenholz paused, drumming his fingers at the table.

Rosmontis nodded solemnly. "When... When we were in Trimounts. It helped. But there was still work to do. And we're still working on it."

"It fucking sucks!!" Ifrit exclaimed. "At least you two got to kill the fuckers who did this to you. Silence won't even tell me what happened to - "

The chair collapsed under Ifrit, and she toppled onto the floor, followed by a loud and copious amount of swearing.

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I need to get the fuck over myself and start writing again