#Woo! My first ask!

[nighty-nightcore-rp]

That are some nice wings you got there, I don't suppose they are detachable?

Oh hey, thanks anon!

Detachable? My wings are the same as limbs. Why would they detach? 🤔

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

“Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[clearpoolart]

"You will have to lead."

A scene from Chapter 18, Of Saints And Sinners by @morningstarwrites

I've never done a comic before, and this challenged me in so many ways I've never experienced! I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Thank you Star for your amazing writing that inspired me to do this, I hope you like it! :)

I know there's probably a thousand mistakes lol but I'm really proud of how this turned out. (And of course I chose the LONGEST scene possible for my first time doing a comic)

[itslilacokay]

cpuld i request a doodle of tco being happy...... they deserve it

helll yeah!! heres him with a dandelion

[burstbub]

Is he really your older brother if he somehow always manages to show off?

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Of my 2% capacity to be attracted to anyone, my type is like 90% women, 5% pretty men and 5% men you would swear are super fucking manly, and never questioned being straight and cis, but are now suddenly *stressed* that they can't figure out why their attraction to me [fully socially interpreted as a woman and labelled that way up until relatively recently] feels incredibly fucking gay

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

9, 13, 24, and 26 for the rook asks!

[ask game]

Hi Mo, thanks for the ask! c:

9. What is Rook like on the battlefield?

Hesitant, most of the time. Against darkspawn for Obvious reasons i think lol, but also against anyone who is A Living Being. It's incredibly different from fighting spirits in pretty much every way, including her mindset, and it's tough for her to adjust. That said, Ylva is a nimble fighter!

13. Did Rook bring any trinkets/sentimental items to The Lighthouse?

She brought a bunch of little things, her pens and slippers, things like that. Notable are her favourite beetle shaped paperweight and a bone comb with skull carvings. Always makes her grin how on the nose the motifs are, but she likes them and they remind her of home.

24. Does Rook have any nightly rituals before bed?

She has a little prayer for the dead that she says. Usually it's generalised and more habitual than anything, but more recently it's been more intentional. Memories and emotions and words have power in the Fade, after all, and she hopes that in the wake of all the death she's caused (directly or indirectly) it might help put their spirits at ease.

26. Rook is in charge of the grocery list. What’s on it?

Ylva's good at keeping stock and making lists! So she methodically goes through their supplies and notes what they need to stock up on, then adds anything that she remembers a companion mentioning or that she knows they like, and then maybe a little treat or two for herself; extra ingredients if she's got her mind on cooking/baking something specific. And extra treats for Assan!

[snailchasers-den]

Crowfeather: "Brambleclaw, I need advice."

Brambleclaw: "Shoot."

Crowfeather: "I think your sister's pretty, what type of stuff does she like."

Brambleclaw: "Tawny? You're not really her type, Crow-"

Crowfeather: "Wha- No, mousebrain, the other one."

Brambleclaw: "....Hawkfrost is a tom, Crowfeather. At least I'm pretty sure-"

Crowfeather: "....Starclan, you're killing me here. Mothwing. What does Mothwing like, Brambleclaw. I like your sister Mothwing. Big, golden, long fur? The sister of yours in Riverclan? That one?"

[angusciprianni]

Mmmm.... Hello.

-🥛

`` Francis, is that you? How have you been, old friend?

Still not getting enough sleep, that's for sure!

Why don't you come over for a drink sometime so we can catch up? I've got plenty to talk about! ``

[didderd]

Buns in your ask box for today

OUGH! what a cutie!!! ty for blessing me wif th Buns <3

i actually had a similarly patterned cutie at my door last night interacting with my cat, so here. furbby trade. :3

[calissarowan]

I always headcanoned that at night/when no one was looking/when they could, the others would at least *try* to comfort Duman, just because he looked in pain and so scared even. Like Anagan putting his trench coat on him as a blanket to warm him up, or bundling it under his head as a pillow. Or Gantlos holding him in his arms because that would be much more comfortable than laying in that cold stone bed.

Oh, I love those headcanons! I totally agree with you; the other wizards definitely tried to comfort Duman. Great thinking with the Anagan trench coat idea; that’s totally something he’d do. (And something I am now officially headcanoning that he did.) It’s so sweet! And it would definitely make Duman a lot more comfortable, because if Anagan bundled his coat into a pillow then at least Duman’s head would be supported. And Gantlos would definitely hold him; you’re right, that would be way more comfortable than the stone bed. (Not sure how Duman got any sleep on that thing, honestly, beyond the fact he was incredibly ill and unable to remain conscious.) Not to mention that being held would probably be very reassuring for Duman, because everything is hurting and he doesn’t know why, so at least he’d have someone there to make him feel safe and loved.

I think that maybe, overnight, the other wizards would have stayed up in shifts, just sitting with Duman, holding his hand, reassuring him, doing everything they could to try and comfort him. And I think, if he was well enough to be aware of what was happening, Duman would be really grateful to them, and feel a little better having them with him, even if they couldn’t do anything to physically ease his pain.

Also, when Duman was sick, it was definitely his friends taking care of him. The Rustic Fairies were there, and they tried to diagnose what was wrong with him, but his friends looked after him. They’d have made sure he managed to eat, tried to make him comfortable, and tried to reassure him that he was going to be okay, because it must have been terrifying to be Duman; to be in so much pain, and keep getting worse and worse, and have no idea why or what’s happening to you.

I also think it killed them to let Duman go with Nabu. No way would they have wanted to be separated from him when he was so sick, but Nabu said he could cure him, and they had to stand trial. But I think it definitely hurt and terrified them to let Duman go with someone they barely knew.

Also, thank you so, so much for sending this in! I really appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts with me! And I really enjoyed replying. I hope you liked my response!

[thevalicemultiverse]

A man in standing in the middle of Griffith Park.

Man: This sucks! Yelp is going to hear about this!

Yelp: Griffith Park. One Star. “I waited for hours and I did not get sucked off by a werewolf even once!”

Londerland Bloodlines

Alice: [reading the Yelp review later] ...I think the werewolves there have much more important things to do than suck you off, sir.

[grandmagremlin]

Hi ummm this is anxiety_personified from over on ao3 this is the stupid thing my friends and I made for One Onion, Three Hunks

Literally just did it on photoshop but uhhh I guess you might like to know that our gc name is currently one onion, three hunks, the onion picture is our photo, and onion jokes are stupidly common. So uhhh yeah thanks for writing this masterpiece hopefully it sends I literally just made a tumblr account for this so idk how it works lol

AHAHAHA I LOVE IT!!! You’ve actually kinda nailed how I pictured the onion in my mind. I’m really flattered you and your friends like my story (if it can really be called that) so much, you could say I’m feeling it on all layers (horrible pun I know I’m so sorry). Thank you so much ☺️☺️

[apple-orchards-writings]

how do you think android kylar would react if they did successfully impregnate pc?? i imagine pc would be panicking bc there is NO way you could've been pregnant because the only 'person' you've been fucking is kylar

so i was thinking, if PC actually gets pregnant, then obviously Kylar is overjoyed, but they've gotta hide it, so they probably immediately jump to PC's side to support and comfort them, but they've honestly gotten their hands on some prime manipulation material.

Cause like, Kylar knows it's most definitely theirs, but PC doesn't know they know, therefore Kylar can play the victim card and act as if they think PC cheated on them, gaslight gatekeep gearsboss style. PC's scrambling to explain themselves and the misplaced guilt might make them more vulnerable to Kylar's suggestions, so yay, the baby stays!

throughout all this, Kylar's insistence at being a good parent and the way they care for PC just cements their role in PC's life and makes them much harder to get rid of.

[novaloo]

The SELF-iSH album was released on August 23 in the year 2016

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY FAVE WILL WOOD ALBUM YAHOOOOOOOO

[alicethepiper]

Five Favorite Characters

thank you for the tag @resident-rats <3

ptff thinking of five characters is hard when two of them take up my brain twenty four seven

i was low-key considering putting tom and jerry and also i was really stretching towards the end there

if you were already tagged pls ignore and also no pressure to do it if you are tagged, etc. :)

@kinoko-kai

@tvnnelsnake

@samblerambles

@lightenupcowboy

@charcuteriecrab