#in her introduction

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 36-39)

* To note. Her hands are scaly. * And...unexpectedly wet?

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[octarineblues]

so you know how in space babies ruby is all like, are they growing the children for food, and the doctor responds really strongly how that's a silly idea? my dude, like a day ago you were both literally fighting goblins that feast on human babies, ruby made a perfectly reasonable guess here

[wiihtigo]

hes right behind me isnt he

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Sissy certainly came across as sincere in her introduction, but it was all a false front, giving the Inspector the wrong impression of her.

Too bad she turned out to be as evil as her previous incarnations.

[lylahammar]

Cat I'm a kitty cat and I dance dance dance and I dance dance dance 🕺

[hamable]

FLIGHT AKA STACY FAKENAME TRUTHERS REJOICE WE WERE RIGHT

AND SHES GORGEOUS IM IN LOVE

[voidedjuice]

Songstress robot model UTA-3305, assigned to entertain guests at a high-end restaurant. Currently slowly going out of order due to lacking maintenance, and the presence of foreign biological material growing inside it.

Though it is a robot, it wishes to come to understand the human emotions it's been made to sing about all its "life". Please do entertain it with your stories while you pass by.

[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?”

[manga-and-stuff]

Source: Rainbow and Black Niji to Kuro ニジとクロ

By Eri Takenashi

[inthedarktrees]

Sheryl Lee & Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks

[i-like-forcefem]

One of my favourite memories of training is when something came up and I needed to leave a doll alone for a little while

Of course my little Tsundere first rejoiced in her break from her duties of looking cute for me, the cameras I’ve got set up confirmed that much

But it was first quite surprising that she didn’t make any escape attempts, though the amount of blackmail I’ve gathered does make that the logical choice

But then what took me really of guard was what she did when fully alone

She always wore the most masculine clothes we have for the first while, some booty-shorts and a T-shirt that says princess, she decided to wear inside out

But still each morning she spent just a little bit more time inside the closet, I see how she keeps glancing at our adorable dresses, she keeps feeling out all the wonderfully soft skirts, how she glances at the drawer where I keep the little bows I always put up in her hair,

always just a little longer each day

And then a couple days pass, and she no longer wears her adorable shirts inside out, instead showing off the beautiful prints to the mirror she keeps staring in

And a couple more days pass and she’s ran out of clean shorts again, and she’s tired and lazy, and it’s not like anyone’s watching so she might as well grab a skirt instead of washing them all again

And the next day she realises just how much better her outfit looks if she’d just put in a single hairclip

And the next she realises that while she’s at it why not do a little make-up?

And by the time I’m back she looks cuter then I’ve ever made her, and the look on her face when I say that… I wouldn’t trade it on the world, she got pinker then her dress, one I can firmly remember her saying “she’d rather die then wear”

[da-janela-lateral]

I'll never forget the time I asked my little sister what was her favorite Mob Psycho 100 character after watching the entire anime and she just pulled her phone and showed me a folder with 60+ pics of Teruki.

[chaos-has-theories]

Got someone new into TLT but when we compared favorite characters afterwards she said "Camilla has 0 personality though"

After I was done with the gasping and clutching heart I had to admit that fiiiine, she's obviously more present in Nona, and person hadn't read Dr. Sex yes, etc etc etc -

But like. Like

The very FIRST thing we hear of her is “Impossible, Warden. Improbable, Warden. Inexplicable, Warden. Indubitable, Warden." The SECOND this is "Swords don't lie". And THEN

They were fighting in close, cramped quarters, and Gideon was getting pinned. She smashed the other girl’s offhand out of the way and into the wall, scattering loose glass tiles in its wake as it fell: her opponent dropped as though shot, crouched, kicked her dagger up into her hand, and did a handspring backward down the stairs. (GtN, chapter 12)

How do you read this and DON'T immediately pledge yourself body and soul to the altar of Camilla Hect. Could not be me!!!

[abyssal-ilk]

the early inquisiton party is so interesting to me because you have your inquisitor, who was just imprisoned by cassandra and accused of murdering the divine, you have solas, who cassandra threatened to execute as an apostate as she suspected he had something to do with the conclave, and then you have varric, who spent the entire second game being violently interrogated by cassandra and being accused of having something to do with the chantry exploding.

just. that's 3/3 for cassandra's party members. those early days must of been Something. you think they ever talk about it?

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 147

psychically induced chronic illness squad