#except chaotic

[feybarn]

Surprise snippet! @mercyghost I'm actually doing another prompt from your list. Obi-Wan and Quinlan stargazing as padawans. (Though only Obi-Wan is a padawan in this one. And... uh, stargazing is kind of ineffective on Coruscant, so that's somewhat debatable.)

“You know, if we wanted to see stars, we’d have been better off going to the holo-map room,” Obi-Wan commented, staring up at the dark gray sky above them. He and Quinlan were laying on the roof of the Temple, supposedly star gazing. But between the pollution of Coruscant, and the bright lights around them, stars felt more like a theory than something a person actually saw.

Quinlan snorted. “Yeah, because the holo-map room is know for its privacy.”

That was a fair point. And it was not as though either of their quarters were really an option for privacy. Knighted and without his own padawan, Quinlan shared his quarters with two other Knights, and Obi-Wan, of course, still shared quarters with Master Qui-Gon.

“I’m not having sex on a Temple spire,” Obi-Wan warned.

Quinlan let out a sharp laugh, and Obi-Wan tilted his head to catch the way Quinlan’s eyes lit up. They always did when he laughed like that and Obi-Wan never stopped finding Quinlan beautiful that way.

“Force, Obi-Wan. What do you take me for?”

“Someone who would absolutely have sex on one of the Temple spires.” Obviously.

Quinlan opened his mouth to deny it, then shut it, shrugging. “All right, so in the right circumstances. But that’s not what I wanted privacy for.”

Quinlan shifted so that he was on his side, facing Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan copied the move. The roof was uncomfortable beneath them, only somewhat alleviated by the blanket that Quinlan had brought from his quarters that lay beneath them.

They rarely had time together, these days. Obi-Wan was out on missions with Qui-Gon constantly. Quinlan had his own missions, now, as a solo knight. Quinlan would actually be leaving for Tatooine by the end of the week and Qui-Gon would likely have a mission for him and Obi-Wan within the same time frame.

But they still had moments like this.

“You’ll be knighted soon,” Quinlan commented, breaking Obi-Wan out of his thoughts.

“Maybe,” Obi-Wan corrected. They’d thought the same thing last year, and the year before that. But Obi-Wan was still a padawan. It bothered him, sometimes, but Qui-Gon had yet to even mention the possibility of Obi-Wan reaching his Knight Trials.

Xanatos had taken his when he was 18, Obi-Wan remembered. He couldn’t help but wonder if the reason he wasn’t Knighted yet was because Qui-Gon was so intent on treating Obi-Wan the exact opposite that he had his previous padawan.

“You’ll be knighted soon,” Quinlan repeated. “I want to go to the Council and give an official declaration of our pair bond before then.”

Obi-Wan paused, surprised by the words. “Quin?”

“And then I want us to train Aayla together.”

They’d talked about this sort of thing before, but it had always been more in the hypothetical than an outright plan.

“You want to go in front of the council?” Obi-Wan asked quietly. Because that meant this was serious.

Quinlan met his gaze, eyes fierce. “Yes.”

It wasn’t that Obi-Wan didn’t want it. He’d always felt a… certainty when it came to Quinlan. Had since almost the first time he’d met Quinlan, two years older than him, new to the temple, and suspicious of everyone around him. At first, it had simply been a certainty that they would be friends. The Stark Hyperspace had thrown that bond into the light in a way neither of them had expected. Tholme had been the one to identify the pair bond between them.

Pair bonds weren’t unknown at that age, but they were… unusual. Most pair bonds came as the result of years working together and careful intent.

Obi-Wan knew that those years and intent would come, would strengthen the bond they already shared. But the bond they had now was no less real for how unusual it was.

Still, a pair bond did not demand anything. Obi-Wan and Quinlan still had to choose whether this was a path they wanted. And… and Obi-Wan did. He wanted to walk this path with Quinlan.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s go to the Council.”

Qui-Gon might not like it. But… well, Obi-Wan had to trust in the Force. The Force had given him and Quinlan each other; that meant something. More than that, he had to trust in himself and in Quinlan. And he did.

This felt right.

Quinlan let out a breath of relief. “Good,” he said. He let out a laugh. “I kind of expected it to be harder to convince you,” he admitted. “I had my arguments and reasons all prepared. I even practiced on Tholme.”

Obi-Wan laughed, picturing Thelma’s quiet exasperation but genuine patience. “Should I be a bit more difficult? I’d hate to think Tholme suffered through your dramatics for no reason.”

Quinlan nudged at him, elbow digging into his side not-so-gently. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “You already agreed with me. No taking that back.”

A smile tugged at Obi-Wan’s lips. “All right,” he agreed. “I’ll just have to ask Tholme about it. I’m sure he’ll have the best details.”

“I’m not going to be living this one down,” Quinlan groaned, but he sounded too happy to really sound annoyed.

No, Quinlan really wouldn’t. Tholme enjoyed giving Quinlan a hard time far too much to let it go. Probably payback for Quinlan’s teenage years. But that just meant that Obi-Wan always had a partner in ganging up on Quinlan when necessary.

“I’ll be nice about it,” Obi-Wan lied.

“No, you won’t,” Quinlan grumped.

Obi-Wan shifted to press closer to Quinlan, absorbing his warmth. It wasn’t necessarily cold up here—though it wasn’t exactly warm, either—but Quinlan’s warmth was still comforting. He looked up at the sky. The stars were no more visible now than they’d been before, but for a moment Obi-Wan still felt closer to the universe than ever.

Perhaps it was because now he knew he’d never have to traverse the galaxy alone.

He and Quinlan would walk their path together.

“Tomorrow,” Obi-Wan said. “I want to tell them tomorrow.” He turned to Quinlan. “Master Qui-Gon is meeting with Chancellor Vallorum tomorrow, something about a favor. We can go to the Council, then. Before your mission to Tatooine and wherever I end up.”

Quinlan smiled, bright and warm. “Tomorrow. Not gonna let you get away from me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” A hint of mischief appeared in his smile. “What are the chances that we’re going to give Master Windu a headache?”

…probably pretty high, honestly. Whether it was a shatter point or their shenanigans was an even toss up. Master Windu had been exasperated by their shenanigans from the very beginning. He had also stopped and looked at Obi-Wan more than once before shaking his head and muttering about shatter points. When Tholme had told the Council about their pair bond in the immediate aftermath of the Stark Hyperspace War, Master Windu had literally groaned and buried his head in his hands. It made it all seem mildly alarming, honestly, but Obi-Wan didn’t let it bother him. The Force would guide them.

It already had. It had brought them together.

[shadebloopnik]

Radioapple twitter goin thru a thing rn

LIKE AMIR????

AMIR???? CHAT???? AMIR WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR?????

[eri-pl]

Wait, no, Orcs from Elves makes perfect sense!

"But"— you say —"Are the Elves not immortal? And the Orcs perish after but a few years."

Nay. The Elves are, indeed, immortal, but they do die from grief. And what is the orcish existence if not grief, spread out on days and months and years? They do not die from reaching their alloted end (though it does seem so to those who behold it), they perish from the amounted torment of their corrupted bodies.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: I hate being touched

Husk: The last time i maintained physical contact with another person was in battle

Vaggie: Angel is literally in your lap right now.

Husk: *Angel lounging across his thighs* This means nothing. Fear me.

[sotc]

Beau Hawke, bisexual failure of kirkwall <3

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[squidling2005]

last night i had a dream about mouthwashing and it started out with the scene where swansea has the axe raised above daisukes head, and swansea says "close your eyes, daisuke." and so he closes his eyes and the axe comes down, and then he opens his eyes and shoots up into a sitting position and finds himself alone in the room, and he's like "...was that a dream...?" and anya appears out of nowhere and sits next to him and is like "you're ok now, daisuke." and daisuke is all freaked out and crying "i was so scared"

and anya hugs him and says "i know, daisuke." and they hold each other for a while, and then daisuke is like "where is everyone else..?" and anya smiles sadly and stands up, holding her hand out, and daisuke takes her hand and follows her out of the room and into the med-bay and he finds swansea crouched in front of something leaning against the wall, and curly is in the bed and jimmy is there too ig.

daisuke looks relieved and says "swansea! you're ok!!" and swansea turns and looks at daisuke and he has this heartbroken look on his face and daisuke is like "..whats.. going on..?" and jimmy isn't reacting to anything they're doing, but when daisuke looks over swanseas shoulder he sees himself, leaned up against the wall with his head caved in from the axe. next to him is anya, her face bloody, and swansea, with bullet holes in his head. and daisuke stares, not quite grasping what he's looking at, and the anya that walked in with him puts her hand on daisukes shoulder comfortingly, and swansea looks away, looking guilty, and daisuke is on the verge of a panic, not understanding, and he's like "n-no, i. i woke up, right? it was just a dream, right??"

and then i woke up. and it was just a dream.

[marcobodtlives]

The way ODM gear pulls the Scouts forward by their hips first is sooo cvnty and for what?

They serve 💅✨

Bonus:

[brainrotcharacters]

And when Scotty boy over here meets Logan's boyfriend Wade????????

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Okay, but like, why did they have to do the Scooby-doo villain run?!?!

[revvethasmythh]

you know, i think sam does often just throw out chaotic comments he thought up on the fly while he's playing, especially when he's revisiting veth in her post-canon appearances, but i also think sam is very much the kind of player to roll with what he says and make concrete character beats out of them afterward. he did this during the main campaign with veth's fear of water--that was just a bit played for jokes initially that he decided had some meat to it and asked to incorporate it into her backstory, which he did very well and to great effect. so i think when he says something lowkey insane in the post-canon oneshots etc., i always have that in mind. like yeah, there's a high likelihood that he just thought this insane thing up in the moment with no pre-planning, but it also does not mean that it can't be a significant thing he may focus on in the future. absolute crap shot with this guy (affectionate). leaves a lot of character possibilities open, though

[krazycat6167]

So @somerandomdudelmao made a version of their sona in a dystopia (inspired by @tapakah0 doing the same to theirs) and the person in this ask named the robot C.A.S.5 and I thought, ‘well then there’s at least four other C.A.S. units out and about in the world’ leading to this being the end result! It was a lot of fun to come up with the different customizations each C.A.S. unit has.

also, the design for C.A.S.4 (Cash) was partially inspired by @mobiitez post.

Doodles:

[gwendolynnderolo]

teen wolf memes part 27: chaotic murderous bisexuals + scott

this post is like 50% thiam but i don’t care tbh they’re iconic. @burnthatbridgewhenwecometoit love ya 🩷

teen wolf memes part 27

[f-imaginings]

Since billford is becoming popular again I figured I might as well post my trusty Billford playlist for folks to enjoy.

This playlist helped keep me inspired while writing Knowing Me Knowing You and has some great songs for both Ford, Bill and the changing nature of their relationship at different points.

(Also I love when ppl put song lyrics beneath fanart and there are some bangers in here, go nuts!)

[chaotic-zora]

I'm LOVIN all these oc's as a dating sim drawings so I'm going to hop on that bandwagon cause I have an IDEA.

[arcanewebs]

extremely messy doodles of this group my mutuals and i concocted in a cauldron