#Taya posts

[sounetaya-official]

Good day to you! I’m Soune Taya, I am a non-binary butler UTAU who likes memes, my monocle, strawberries, tea, cake, and being classy. I have blue hair, blue tie, and I hide in your Wi-Fi. But I am not Hatsune Miku. The main blog is @amebean

I am not associated with the creator or voice provider of Soune Taya

[leather-field]

Me associating words and images (with pathologic) part 2

[rat-prophetess]

Oops, I did it again (extremely fucking lazy edition) Patho classic memes, pt. 6 [part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 5] Patho 2 version [part 1/part 2/part 3/part 4/part 5/part 6]

Also

[homoeroticgrappling]

Clips of Orange Cassidy & Willow Nightingale VS Mr Frog & Rachel via AdultSwim's instagram stories at SDCC on 25/07/24

[stillw4t3r]

sum pathologic drawings as im playing thru both 2 and classic ^_^ the fact that its mostly shitpost stuff so far is fucked up though

[suzukiblu]

"understanding" please!

Match knows who Lex Luthor is, obviously. 

He doesn't know why he's here, though. 

"If you don't give me your little side project right now, I'm going to burn you to the ground," Lex Luthor informs the directors pleasantly. Director Beta looks sour. They were married to each other at some point, Match is vaguely aware somewhere in his information uploads. Or might still be? Legally, anyway. 

He really doesn't know. 

Lex Luthor walked into this Agenda lab with just his chauffeur and a single apparent bodyguard who are both wearing miniskirts and high heels and minimally armed at best, but seems absolutely unconcerned about all the guns currently trained on him or the directors' dark expressions. Match expects to be told to kill him shortly, but no one's given any orders yet. 

"And why would we do that?" Director Beta asks dubiously. 

"Really, Erica," Lex Luthor says dryly. "Do you think I'm stupid, or are you just producing any random clone now without so much as glancing at their DNA?" 

"What?" Director Gamma frowns. "What does the project's DNA have to do with anything?" 

"Ironic question to get in a cloning lab," Lex Luthor observes still more dryly. "It's mine. I designed it. You're currently in possession of my intellectual property. So either hand it and all its files over, or I will, again, be burning you to the ground." 

Match has the odd thought that he isn't convinced Lex Luthor won't be burning the Agenda to the ground no matter what they give him. 

Though–he couldn't. Could he? Not even Lex Luthor. 

"Will you now," Director Beta says frostily, and Lex Luthor looks vaguely annoyed and fully exasperated. 

"Hope. Mercy," he says, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket and the knot of his tie. "Keep Project Match from getting himself killed, won't you?" 

"Yes, sir," the chauffeur replies with a smirk as the bodyguard dips her head in a silent nod. They don't seem remotely concerned that Lex Luthor just told them to go take on a half-alien metahuman clone. 

No one tells Match to do anything, so he waits. 

"This really didn't have to be difficult," Lex Luthor says with a put-upon sigh, and four point five seconds later the room is full of robot drones with glowing energy gun barrels and Match is pinned to the floor with the chauffeur and the bodyguard on top of him. They're strong. Stronger than him, he's pretty sure. And definitely better-trained than him too. He can't move his arms or legs or get any leverage, though obviously he could still use his TTK. 

But no one tells him to, so he just keeps waiting. 

"Spence!" Director Alpha shouts, and Director Beta snaps, "Lex–!", and then the shooting starts.

A lot of screaming and chaos happens, but Match still doesn't get given any orders. 

"This brat's concerningly agreeable, actually," the chauffeur muses. 

"Given his genetic profile? Yes," the bodyguard agrees dryly. 

Match could kill them, technically. He's much better with his TTK than his useless "genetic profile" is, and they're both stupid enough to be touching him right now. It wouldn't matter how strong they are if he triggered a stroke or heart attack, after all, and he knows exactly how to. 

But no one tells him to do anything, still, so he doesn't. 

The drones whir and buzz and keep firing. Spence screams. So does Director Gamma, and then a few different guards too. The whole room is all chaos and noise and irritatingly loud. Match wishes everyone would keep it down a little better. 

He doesn't like loud noises. 

He waits with his face pinned to the floor. He can feel most of what's happening in the room with his TTK anyway and hear the rest, so it's not like he actually needs to watch. 

A lot of things happen before the last body hits the floor, but still, no one tells him to do anything. 

And then everything is quiet again, finally, and Match doesn't have to deal with any more loud noises. 

"Anti-climatic, but effective enough," Lex Luthor observes like there wasn't just a screaming firefight in the room. Match feels him adjusting his cuffs again, though he's pretty sure they don't need it. Lex Luthor didn't actually do anything but stand there the whole time his drones were tearing through the guards and the directors were fleeing. Director Gamma didn't make it out; he's dead in his seat. So is Spence, on the floor. 

Match doesn't care about people dying or not, but Spence being dead is . . .

He didn't like Spence. 

Not that he likes anyone, but he didn't like Spence even more than that. 

Lex Luthor turns towards his chauffeur and bodyguard and, incidentally, Match. He tilts his head. 

"You know, I really assumed he'd be more trouble, all things considered," he says as he tucks his hands into his pockets, sounding mildly annoyed about it. Match doesn't understand why he would be. Whatever side project the man's here for, it's all his now. No one's left to stop him. 

Except Match, obviously. 

But no one told him to, so he doesn't. 

He does wonder why Lex Luthor picked him to leave alive for whatever presumable questioning he has in mind, though. A guard would've been less risky, and also easier to threaten. 

They'd care about being tortured or dying, for one thing. 

"Let him up," Lex Luthor says, and the chauffeur and bodyguard get off Match and let him go. He considers just staying on the floor, but the order is implicit, at least. 

And also he doesn't feel like dying on the floor, if he's going to die. He assumes Lex Luthor has questions, and then some sort of kryptonite. It's Lex Luthor, so of course he does.

Match should care about that, probably.

[fakesorbet]

thinking So hard about the fact that fabian’s little sibling + figs step sibling is going to be immortal and get to have the rest of their whole life to have a mom who isn’t drinking everyday . they’re going to know who their real parents are while fig had to find that knowledge through her own volitions . im thinking so hard about abnormal things

[butterflycharlotte]

raimu taya

[adharastarlight]

my best friend: you have such 1989 handwriting

me: *squeals and jumps and spins excessively*

[merethessc]

Whiteboard things!! Thaanks patho fandom for funsies

[cardamomtimes]

i cannot stress just how back we are right now

[sounetaya-official]

I have my own Switch game!

[dynamitekansai]

aew: Who are the women that inspire the women of #AEW?

[filmjunky-99]

s t a r t r e k d e e p s p a c e n i n e created by rick berman, michael piller [shadowplay, s2ep16]

'Don't look so surprised. I'm as real as you are.' - rurigan

[stillw4t3r]

patho doodles from my school notes 😗😗