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[wolfythewitch]

rubs hands. its all coming together

[liltaireissocute]

[PERC'ILDAN]

"Do I look cute in your glasses, Freddie?"

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

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Inching my way back toward the Internet after a low- to mid-level nervous breakdown. Anyway, buy our great socks and help build a great hospital.

[erinwantstowrite]

"i want jason to murder skip" boy do i have news for you: that ain't too far off from LoF canon

[ardenzia777]

Current progress of my Love in Paradise animatic. we making progress, we getting there. Sorry i haven't updated in awhile, was working on business stuff, but that's done so i can make more progress on this babyyy Then is Get in the Water Progress

[leawesomesloth]

I don’t think I’ve posted this one here before! I just got reminded of this on that dying hell site Twt. It’s so cute so I wanna share again here ✨

[complete-clownery]

friends <3

[unnierzmovedtozunckerz]

redraw based off convo with quartizinedaze

[peanutseagle]

woah 80s men fashion

[animentality]

wrote a fanfic for a crack ship that was surprisingly popular, because i really didn't think anyone shipped it at all.

but it kind of exploded really fast, maybe cuz the small but passionate fanbase really has nothing else to read.

and people have been leaving comments saying omg this is so good but I feel like you're ruined me bc now I can't stop thinking about this crack ship... that barely anyone writes for.

and I'm like... I'm sorry... but I'm also extremely gratified.

like yes. I infected your brain.

I filled it with rot.

now I'm taking you down with me... lovingly, hand in rotting hand.

[rhymesswith]

[fisticuffsatapplebees]

Jonathan Sims is Theseus' Ship

Jonathan Sims is Theseus' Ship. He's a question on how many pieces of someone can be carved out before there fundamentally different. A question of how many of those pieces can be replaced by something other, something he never asked for until he's not him anymore. At what point, in the slow, seasons-long degradation of himself does Jon give way to The Archivist? And by season 5, there is a very real threat that, by saving everything, Jon might tear all those new pieces out. That, in breaking wood and banished Eyes, the ship would be so full of holes that, no more question, it will sink.

[inonibird]

Sorry to have been MIA for a while. Between getting Covid again, going on multiple vacations and having some of the most stressful couple of work weeks in recent memory, I'm well behind with writing. u_u But I'm getting back into it! And I have a few new fine additions to my collection to boost my morale!

Gifts from my friend! Perfect tiny desk buddies. <3

Eheheheheh!

…I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat this yet. :’)

[h-yellowfell]

does flowey wrap themselves around clover to stop them from endangering them both?

F: "That was on our very first run! Clover...changed since then, even if they dont remember it, but the habit stayed! it feels almost...empty to be on the ground now"

F: "Oh- and yes, sometimes i do have to hold Clover down from starting a fight they can't win, it's a hard job being a flower!"

[wantonlywindswept]

10/10 fox day: forgotten fox bit

to celebrate fox day you get more of the next section of the forgotten fox au, which contains...zero fox actually present x_X

i am trying okay

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Bucket, for the crimes of having an excellent sabacc face and a hip that seized up when moving any faster than a light jog, was often stuck manning the Guard HQ front desk.

They didn't get too many natborns coming through these days, at least, now that the CSF were forced to do their own jobs and had taken over guarding the prison. The Guard was back to being a protective, high-level military force instead of doing all the domestic policing and drudgework they'd been relegated to. They were still beholden to the Senate, but things had gotten better since Palpatine died and Organa took office, even if some of the Dome's denizens still saw them as little better than droids.

So Bucket didn't have to deal with that at least--he could, he got his name from being able to fit his demeanor to whatever the situation needed it, swapping faces like you could swap a helmet--but he did still have to deal with the regular comers and goers. Thankfully, that was mostly clones, plus the new addition of the pack of Jedi healers that descended on medbay once a week.

Interesting bunch, the Jedi. A lot more personable than Bucket had thought they would be. Surprisingly calm up until you admitted to using a soldering torch to close an acute laceration. 

(It wasn't even a recent injury--it happened so long ago that it was already healed. But now Master Nema gave Bucket the stink eye whenever she saw him, like she was trying to determine how medically stupid he'd been in her absence.)

"--figure what they were going on about?"

Bucket snapped to attention as the exterior doors slid open, a placid expression settling across his features. He turned toward the voice--only to relax when he caught sight of the visitors.

"Just something about another shift in the Force," Marshal Commander Cody said, offering Captain Rex a shrug. "It's not as bad as when Palpatine died; nobody passed out this time, at least."

"Small mercies," Commander Gree observed, bringing up the rear behind them. He had four takeout containers cradled in one arm, and by the smell they were from the offensively good noodle cart that parked near the base of the Rotunda. Bucket took a deep, envious breath and decided he was definitely going there for latemeal.

This particular group of GAR troopers--along with Commanders Bly and Wolffe--were a familiar enough sight at Guard HQ. They didn't visit often, almost eternally deployed to the front lines, but whenever their leaves lined up they usually made an appearance. Bucket had never seen all five together at once, but maybe that would change now that the war was over and battalions were being called back to Coruscant.

"Commanders, Captain," he greeted, standing up behind the counter to salute. His second for the day, Kelari, hastily copied the action. 

Cody waved the formality away with the sign for 'at ease', nodding at the two of them in turn.

"Sergeant Bucket," he greeted. "And I don't think I know..?"

"Private Kelari, sir!" Kelari chirped. She was still painfully shiny, wide-eyed and awestruck as she stared up at the Marshal Commander, and Bucket allowed the gaping with fond indulgence. 

She was one of their most recent acquisitions, part of a squadron that arrived after the death of the Chancellor. The group didn't have any direct experience with the war or the suffering that came with it, and the entire Guard were doing their damndest to make sure they never would.

"Private Kelari," Cody acknowledged, one side of his mouth ticking up. "Good to meet you."

Kelari beamed; Bucket shooed her away so he could get back in front of the security screens. 

"The Jedi up to shenanigans again?" he asked as he pulled up the admittance forms. 

Rex sighed, heavily, and Cody shot him an amused look.

"Let's just say," Gree said, "That it will be nice to avoid more half-coherent explanations on how the Force works in the future."

Bucket snorted, starting to fill out the usual info. The Guard never got a Jedi--and with the reveal of Palpatine being a Sith, they now knew why--but he had to admit he was glad they never needed to deal with the often-inexplicable Jedi tendency to rely so much on some invisible cosmic power.

"Captain CT-7567," he recited idly as his fingers flicked across the keys, "Commander CC-2224, and Commander CC-1004, here to see Commander--"

Bucket blinked at the 'reason for visit' box. 

This batch of clones had been visiting the entire war, either by themselves or together, whenever their rare leave allowed. They came often enough that if Bucket wasn't the one that would suffer the datawork hassle later, he would have just waved them on through. 

He was familiar enough with them to know that Cody's infamous scar came from a sparring accident, that Gree had three half-finished xenobiology research papers that he hoped to someday publish, and that Rex had been forcibly adopted by the CC clones without being allowed any input in the matter. He knew that Wolffe had three implanted teeth from multiple attempts at biting trainers through their armor as a cadet, and that Bly sometimes mixed up his letters and numbers and had almost been decommissioned as a result.

And Bucket had no idea what to put in the box.

He slowly lifted his gaze from the half-finished form to meet Cody's eyes. 

Missing memories weren't that uncommon, in the Guard, but as Bucket watched confusion steal across Cody's face--as that confusion shifted into rising unease and panicked alarm--he didn't think it was just a Guard problem, anymore.