#Flesh and Blood 1

[data2364]

via Trekcore.com

Robert Beltran (Commander Chakotay) 2000 in Star Trek: Voyager "Flesh and Blood" (Part 1)

https://data2364.wordpress.com/2019/11/20/daily-star-trek-20-november-2019/

[vialdovi-artstuff]

2 doodle things:

Lil thing with my final boss skin for havik and his chaos arm.

Also i think it would pretty funny and dope of him to have his own chaotic and fucked up dragons things in sort of a mockery against liu kang divine ones

[silverhalla]

alright single digit days so it’s time for last-minute baseless + unfounded veilguard theories!!!!!!! I’ll go first: the reason spite can’t take over lucanis’ body is because that body is ALREADY being possessed by lucanis, who was in fact dead and buried in the wake and rebound to a new form in the ossuary

[im-an-anthusiast]

Sweetness

The man’s neck hadn’t been snapped yet when he walked into the bar. The sweetness of the smile on his lips felt like it didn’t belong to him; it was foreign and intruding on his face - which was scarred from the mouth down. He licked his lips hungrily, in one way or another, before brushing his messy, ginger hair from his face with a wholly bandaged hand. I hadn’t known who he was, then. So, I called him over.

The man’s neck still hadn’t been snapped when he sat opposite of me. The sweetness on his breath wasn’t his own – the dizzying smell of Crimsons, illegal though they are, is unmistakable. He licked his lips, chasing a high, either the one still coating his lips or the one in front of him, as he talked in an attractive, Southern drawl – which didn’t sound quite right. I hadn’t known who he was, then. So, I listened to him.

The man’s neck had been about to be snapped when he introduced himself to me, as kin. The sweetness shared between us felt like it didn’t belong, quickly becoming strained and feigned at best. He licked his lips almost impatiently, his attention wandering increasingly often as he started fidgeting with the heavy scarf looped atop his narrow shoulders, absentmindedly tugging it upwards – over his disfigured neck and jaw. I hadn’t known what he was, then. So, I warned him of descending hands.

The man’s neck had been snapped when he picked himself up off the soaking floor. The sweetness – red, liquid, and dripping from his mouth – didn’t belong to him. He licked his lips clumsily before wiping his chin with the sleeve of his trench coat, which was slightly too big for him. He should be dead, and was, though only in his eyes. Blue-green eyes, vibrant turquoise encircling lime green. Impassively intense eyes, meeting my own, impossibly wide. I hadn’t known what he was, then. So, I let my guard down. After all, what kin feasts on the thicker of water and blood? And who am I, if this is one of my own?

[debellatis]

save me dog hob... dog hob... dog hob, save me......

Makes pair with my cat dream

[lovinggreeniehours]

2022 / 2024 (+takahara getting eepy)

hi they're getting married in 2 months btw :) if that matters to you

[dykedvonte]

I think i dislike the idea gen 3 synths have any noticeable mechanic parts besides the component (and probs brain tissue) due to the horror of it all existential or not.

It's almost canon that not many wastelanders know about the synth component and if they do they don't know how to get it out without killing the individual making synth hunts risky. They too think when they kill a synth they will see gears and coolant and wires and something distinctly telling them that this thing is not like them.

So imagine a group so excited cause they caught a synth, they caught a synth and plan to execute it. The synth is begging for it's life either denying that it is a synth or promising to never bother them again if they just let it go. But they don't and they line up and they fire and they are expecting grease and oil and the distinct sound of metal piercing metal but they get none of that.

They get blood and guts and lots of it. Lots more than they expected from something they didn't expect to have it.

At first, they think it's a trick of the light or lack thereof. That the liquid pouring out of the multiple new wounds they created isn't what they think. That the metallic smell is just from whatever scrap it was made of. So they poke around it more and it's sickening. There are bones and tendons. Blood and meat and it's so real but they know it was a synth.

He admitted it when they stormed into his home, the house he had welcomed them any plenty of times in they days leading up. When he was dragged through the town that he helped build and put before a kangaroo court. Even when he was begging to keep his life. To keep on living just as he was, as they were.

"But he was a synth, he..." And they realized they stopped calling him it and they realize that they didn't just kill something but someone.

There would be something in the air. They knew but did they really know? He said it but wouldn't you admit to whatever you're accused of when cornered and scared and just wanting it to stop? He was a synth but what does that mean now? Did it matter that much to do this to someone they once called a friend? Now that his insides were forced out and the only inhuman thing they found was how it happened.

But that's how it goes and they clean up even though their consciousness is anything but. They look at each other and they know they stopped another one of them from being taken and becoming like him. They know they are staring at another human and that's all that matters...

Or that's what they keep telling themselves.

[thesnakeoutsider]

You bite my lip just for the taste. You're on your knees, I'm on the case. You take the heat and with such grace. You say we'rе done, but here you stay. Said you'rе scared I'll let you down (I'll let you down). Stick around and you'll find out (And you'll find out)» I love the way you kiss me.

[hairtusk]

anyway. when i feel like an unloved and unlovable teenage girl there's always always always this <333

[tamed-yet-feral]

really can't 1n good consc1ence play mtg anymore. the commun1ty 1s so bu1lt on greed and sp1te that people got harrassed and doxxed for *checks notes* reasonable fuck1ng bans.

1ts l1ke MBT sa1d, other card games hate 1t when the pr1ce 1s h1gh, mag1c fans hate 1t when the pr1ce 1s low. all of th1s 1s the fault of wotc as an organ1zat1on 1n the end.

so now 1m learn1ng FaB and m1ght become a jank deck tech youtuber for that and Altered by Equinox Games

[plushee-cant-draw]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @chainsaw-mewmew !!!

I'm drawign. a couple more Charlie things for you but they won't be done today and i don't know when they will be done so here's a doodle of Charlie and her mockingbirds for now!! :D

[quetzalpapalotl]

I'm on book 2 of tgcf, which means flashbacks time and folks, darlings

They literally designed Xie Lian in a lab to get inside my head and expand his tendrils through my brain. I'm going insane.

A perfect prince too good for this world who really honestly just wants to help people and is not prepared to face the realities of the world. Present Xie Lian has been extremely humbled, and there's something to say to the ways in which his past and present self are similar. The crown prince was nonchalant because he was a spoiled brat who never knew suffered, the trice-ascended heaven official is nonchalant because he has suffered so much he doesn't care anymore.

I need to know the person that connects these two, I need to see. I want to see Xie Lian's pain and happiness and despair and anger. I lost him at him lashing out at Qi Rong just.... yeah

[throatofdelusionincarnate]

Flesh, Blood, and Machinery

Chapter 2: The Elephant in the Daycare

Concern drives you back for another shift at the daycare. Despite your pounding head and the Daycare Attendant's insistence, you don't plan on leaving anytime soon.

Word Count - 6,696

Please heed content warnings!

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

me: oh yeah I've fell down some pretty horrible rabbit holes and basically had to deconstruct basically some weird fringe gore death cult shit I went through somehow as a 6 year old online <3

you guys: BITCH WTF DO YOU MEAN

me: anyway, it was "cannibalism and death as a commodity" is bad and that "life is one of value" and all that <3

you guys: THE ACTUAL NO NO WHAT?

me: yeah. I also engaged in some pretty bad self destructive behaviours bc autocannibalism but yeah, no bad stuff. still have really bad thoughts and feelings and I am 2 seconds away from biting a chunk of my skin off when the urges get bad but nah I'm way better now.

you guys: 0_o

me: long story short I have gotten rid of the worst shit, but the whole drooling about eating people thing never went away ! I see bloody injuries and want to eat it ! like a freak!!!!!

[bathrobe-wizard]

literally BEGGING to be a subject of experimental surgery but there's technically nothing "wrong" with me except that I don't have horns or a tail or a penis

[sbnkalny]

[Verse 1]
Starting line
Now I'm really, really racin'
Steppin' on throats, clippin' the knees
All that flesh and blood of my body! I welcome it! but i WILL not hesitate to punch the sun u bitch