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seldomscilence16 · 1 year ago
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Whumptober day 28:
"We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now."
Bloody knife | sacrifice | "You'll have to go through me."
Fandom: Voltron (El dorado Au)
Prompts used: All
Alright so, I have so much I want to do with this au, so this is short and does end on a vague cliff hanger (heheh). If you've watched the movie you can assume the end, however when I get around to writing this fully, it may be different to how you'd expect. This was intended however, to end up as a Klank story (is that right?), and while it's not present in this it will be in the full one.
TW for blood
El Dorado. The city of gold, gifted to mortals by the Gods over a thousand years ago. It was a legend to many, a myth to many more, a hope to some.
Keith and Hunk had differing views, before this whole journey began. Hunk had wanted something solid and tangible- Spain, or any of the civilizations they knew and had seen before their eyes. Keith had adventure in his eyes, a yearning to go and find and discover and MOVE. The map had given them something, a trail to blaze rather than an ocean of peril.
Their semi-stolen, rescuer to rescued, horse hadn't been completely swayed, but was loyal enough to stay with them- which Hunk took as a win. Especially when they found the natives- well they found them- were led to El Dorado, and decided to pretend to be Gods. And honestly, everything had been surprisingly fine!
Until Keith got fed up with Haggar's bs- which yeah fair, but come on!- and now they were… well here.
Confined to their temple- to bask or rest or pray, Hunk couldn't even recall- because tomorrow they had to prove their Godness again. The anniversary of El Dorado's creation and the day before they were set to leave, a big event with the Gods themselves present.
"You just had to upset Haggar!" Hunk is pacing, heart pounding and breaths short and mind racing.
"I didn't know she'd do… this!" He gestures vaguely to encompass their situation.
"Oh gee, the chick that speaks for the Gods that's been on our butts since we got here gets pissed off and talks about a big deal event to get said butts caught!? Wow so surprising!"
"Hunk, I'm sorry, okay! We can figure this out, so stop panicking!"
"Oh yeah let me just turn it off! We might not make it to the morning, so go on and tell me now, what brilliant plan do you have to get us out of here!?" Hunks worked himself up to full on panic.
"If you panic I'm gonna panic! I need your brain! Or else I'm gonna end up jumping off the stairs and hoping I fly!"
"Geez. The horse was right, you two are a mess."
"Lance!" The two turn to find their native guide standing just inside their back entrance, Shiro- their horse- behind him.
"How have you two made it this far?" He mumbles, looking over his shoulder to ensure he wasn't followed.
"This isn't a normal con!" Keith hisses, nerves still high strung, "If they find out we're lying, we're dead!"
"Only because Haggar has her claws in everything. The Chief doesn't like her or her ways, so all you have to do tomorrow is get him on your side and the people will follow."
"You make it sound so easy!" Hunk whines, though both men have calmed down.
Lance is quiet, and the two finally take notice of his own nervous energy.
"Lance? Is there something else we should know?" Keith ventures carefully, the two step closer, each reaching for a hand.
He allows the motion, squeezing gently as he offers up a smile, it falls short to the sunny ones he'd shared the past few days.
"Tomorrow, just… focus on getting out of it alive. You just have to make it through tomorrow then you can take your boat of gold and leave."
"And then WE can take OUR boat of gold and leave." Hunk corrects quickly, nerves growing again.
"Yeah, we have a plan." Keith agrees, intense stare directed at his tan face.
Lance doesn't meet their eyes, instead smiling wide enough for them to squeeze closed, giving their hands one more strong grip.
"Right. I have to go, tomorrow will be fine." Lance pulls away, turning quickly towards where he came.
"We'll all make it out of here Lance." Keith says it firmly, no room for doubt.
"We're in this together." Hunk concurs.
"Get some sleep you two, you'll need your strength tomorrow."
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"My Lieges, once again, my apologies for yesterdays… difference of opinions." Haggar offers a smile, long fingers steepled before her, hood hiding her eyes from view. The smile is not comforting, its disconcerting and down right creepy.
"Right well, bigones." Keith waves the lackluster apology away, neutral face hiding how fast his heart is beating.
Hunk and Keith had barely slept, pressed side by side on the plush bed nest, dreading the day to come, trying to think of some feat they could fake. Shiro had been just as nervous, the armadillo that'd been following them around since they arrived curled up on his back as the two almost seemed to converse. To top it all off, they hadn't seen Lance since he left last night. They'd need another miracle to pull all this off.
"I have a gift, one that will hopefully please the Gods this time."
Keith looks ready to protest, to angrily tell her off once again about needless sacrifices, only for the very Earth to shake as a huge stone beast descends from Haggar's temple. The people scream, Hunk frozen beside Keith as they stare upon the crazy woman dwarfed by the glowing eyed creature behind her.
"I have had my eyes opened, the Gods command they do not want Sacrifices, it is because those will not do! The new age is upon us, and a mass cleanse is needed to please the Gods!"
"Quiznak." Keith mutters darkly.
"Unless of course, they wish to speak for themselves?" Her voice is a tad mocking, and the two realize she knows, their jig is up, and these people may very well pay for it.
"The Gods do not deal with petty mortals in their own realm, Haggar!" The voice comes from higher ground, they whip around to find Lance atop Shiro on one of the higher ledges of the city. "You will be judged in their realm and dealt punishment that you are past due for. So say the Gods!"
"What is he doing?" Hunk whispers aghastly.
"Xibalba." Keith utters back, "The whirlpool." He turns to Hunk and sees the realization dawn on his face.
They nod at each other, and turn as one towards the giant beast,
"Yes! Our brothers and sisters upon the higher realm shall judge you accordingly! You, the false prophet, shall not haunt these people any longer!" Hunks voice deepens dramatically as he speaks, false bravado the only thing keeping his panic at bay.
"We shall end this here!" Keith agrees, the people have mostly scattered, but those that haven't quickly follow coarse.
The beast roars, Haggar grinning far too brightly, as the chase begins.
They run through the winding paths of El Dorado, destination clear in their mind, trying to keep steady as every pounce behind them shakes the ground. They suppose they should be grateful Haggar hated them so, or else this chase would be meaningless. Now they simply had to hope this plan worked, lest this be the end of it all.
As the ledge finally comes into view, the area desolate, they slide to a stop.
"False Gods. Now everyone will know the truth of your divinity, and it will be you to be judged! I know what you are, and I know what you are not! And you are not Gods!"
Haggar and the beast block their exit, and they realize they may not have thought this through-
"You're not a God? You… lied to me?" Lance comes, seemingly, out of nowhere, eyeing them both with betrayal.
His eyes motion behind him-
"What? No, he lied to both of us!" Hunk jumps in, pointing at Keith.
"I did not! It was your plan!" Keith fires back, poking Hunks chest.
"You're the one who wanted gold first!"
"Well you're the one falling for your own con!"
"Well at least I didn’t drool at first sight!"
"Oh don't even! Low blow! You gooey eyed him too!"
"You guys said you were gonna ascend! I can't believe you lied to my people!"
They've steadily moved, argument turning physical as they get between the beast and Haggar who watches them with sick glee.
"This is all you're-" Hunk and Keith have a fist in each other's shirts, arms pulled back to sock eachother in the jaws, but before they can do a finishing move, the beast roars once more.
Haggar launches herself at them, knife pulled from some hidden fold of her robes, manic smile bright, only for it to fall as knife plunges into someone else.
Lance stands between them now, knife buried just below his belly button, but face set in a glare.
"You'll have to go through me."
The knife is yanked out- blood splattering across its surface and the stones below- an outraged yell combining with the creature's Earth rumbling bellow. As the beast lunges forward, Keith wraps an arm around Lance as he and Hunk jump to the sides, vine in hand. Haggar's scream echoes, as the ledge breaks off with the weight of the once stone statue, and disappears in the whirlpool below.
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fkyumerica · 1 year ago
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he says chooses for her.
two fingers pointed at your eyes means it. no I choose two for you. two things, people, any noun or verb.
they think if they choose a monkey for him someones parents group to get killed by they klank dishes or its pirate fucking since. anywhere anytime ship fucking. and no one fucking cares fight anyone. and can do it anyway, anything. cant finish a sentence since, will not talk.
bye. I fucked kids and lived. she said it.
chris. went to a guy who took more than one mate. wasnt his first. his jack off mom. it is those guys. warriors. and she cant save his son I fucked him. (mike?)
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boreal-sea · 3 years ago
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NS/FW!! Eeby/Blorbo lemon!!
A/N: If u don't ship Eeby/Blorbo DON'T READ. >:( >:(
~~*~~
Eeby plorped Blorbo until they were both loofing on the joop. Deeby blooned deeply and sshlaped their meeks together, as Blorbo’s quiet glamts jiked in urbling.
“Eeby… sleebse, I’m-”
“Shh bargling Blorbo,” Eeby cloobed, and then Eeby clorked his flongles until Blorbo was crungling, blarning in a sloopedling mess of gloprs and meeps that Eeby horvled with shlapples.
“There, my bargling one.”
“Yes - oh Eeby, klank you…”
They just flangor when... GLUP SHITTO WANGLES IN.
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the-electric-navigator · 5 years ago
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Thalassophobia
For the best experience, read drabble while listening to this. 
Rain would coat the aircraft carrier as groups of Hunters would line up to board various airships. 
The air would be tense with newer Maverick Hunters, even Electra who had only been there for a few months at most staring up at the sky. It almost looked like a hurricane was about to form before she remarked about it to one of the Hunters standing near her, 
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“Light! It looks so close!” The other Hunter would chuckle, “Not the first time this has happened! The waters here are always like this!”  The Maverick Hunter would say, before stepping into the airship they were both going into. "Besides, the weather should be the last thing you should be worried about in these waters. Maverick territory is never a safe place for us Hunters." 
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Electra would sigh, sitting down next to the Hunter she was talking too, "I know, but still! It's not often I get in these types of weathers before, It's rare I even get on aircraft carriers!"
"Come on, Elec. How about this, I treat you to an e-tank once we get back. That'll cool your nerves." He nudged Electra, nodding towards the windows as the airship they were in locked the drop door and began to lift off. He'd place his arm to the window sill. 
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She'd sigh and do the same, "Alright.." 
 With that, there would be a period of silence between the two, both staring down at the ocean while the hurried splashes of rain slammed into the side of the ship.  Rain would normally make her calm, but the chaoticness of this kind left her on edge like it was a bad omen for something about to happen. 
It was probably her being scared for something normal to the rest of the Maverick Hunters, it wouldn't be the first time. 
Normally, Electra would try to chime up, she wanted to brighten the mood but this time she nothing to say as her mind came to a blank at the situation. This would only cause her to try to think about something else to pass the time, maybe think about what she'll do back on land beside her job and getting that e-tank from the other Hunter near her.
Silence turned to seconds, then minutes as her mind drifted off from the situation at hand but...
Klank.
The sudden feeling of something slamming onto the side of the ship would cause the stained atmosphere to turn into panic. Did something hit the haul of the ship? Were they under attack? None of them knew, but it definitely shook Electra and her friend up enough to where they jolted from the window and looked towards each other and then the rest of the crewmen in the ship. 
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"What w-!" Electra would be interrupted, 
Though the rain should have obscured outside sounds, the sinking sound of beeping could be heard on the other side of the ship, with Hunters on the other side quickly attempting to get away from the other side. Though, they were unfortunately caught regardless as a bomb ripped through the metal of haul with Hunters being scorched and killed from the initial explosion.
Electra barely had a chance to brace for impact before she, too, was seized within the explosion radius. Her body, scorched and burned, would still be alive with the Hunters from the other side taking the brunt of the damage, though that would be the least of her worries as the ship began to tailspin with various Hunters and those that used to be falling from the huge injury to the haul.
It took her a few seconds, but she would manage to barely get her senses working well enough to realize what just happened, her panicked movement midair would only increase once she realized her wings were unable to open. Why wouldn't they open?!  Why now?!?!
Electra would keep attempting to turn them on, and on, and on, just for every time to be hit with immediate failure. Even once her body slammed into the water, she would still be trying but with no luck.
With the bodies of her colleagues floating down to the depths of the ocean beside her, not knowing if they were dead her alive would only cause her to try to resist the ocean more only to cause herself to sink faster.
Deeper and deeper depths would be reached before finally, her body would rest itself at the bottom, with her no longer able to see even the crack of light.
She couldn’t move.
She couldn’t float.
She was stranded.
As the time ticked by with her not knowing if a recovery team would come to get her, let alone find her, she would only have her thoughts for company. She began to think on the others, if they were alive, if they would be recovered, if she would be recovered.. all these thoughts were anxiety-inducing but she could not help the thoughts as oil from herself leaked from her injuries and began to float up to the top of the Ocean.
The darkness, the crushing weight on her body, the ocean overtaking her senses...
She hated it. She hated every bit of it, but it would only get worse as the hours ticked on more and more as she waited in hope to get recovered and fixed. Electra knew it might have been hopeless, others would have accepted their fate the moment they heard the beeping of a bomb but she will not.
As the hours went on, her battery eventually gave out with her injuries having been too much to sustain being awake longer. Eventually, along with the bodies of her teammates and another survivor, her body would be recovered. 
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guttergodsknife · 6 years ago
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♠ for Lebeaux :3c
NOT ENOUGH OPTIONS IN THIS MEME FOR THIS.
ULTIMATE ANTI-SHIP MEME - Send my character a ♠ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.
BOLD YOUR CHOICES
Anti-affectionate; Chopping off hands | Passive-aggressive post-it notes | Petty oneupmanship | Villainous boasts | Mailing swarms of wasps | Hatespooning [too close to cuddling and can’t see that with Lebby] | Dramatic monologues [if he ever managed to gag Lebby so he wouldn’t interrupt with his own villain monologues] | Leaving horse heads in beds [I don’t see him cutting heads off chocobos but I’m sure he could find something acceptable to leave] | Gossipmongering | Angry texts | Slap with glove [filled with rocks] | Identity theft [place orders for ugly clothes under Lebby’s name] | Regular theft | Frame for a crime | Ironic gifts | Poison [non-lethal] | Improbable declarations of parenthood | Or siblinghood | No displays of anti-affection [plus a bunch of other things ... cut up all of Lebby’s clothes, make him bleed, consider stabbing an eye out, all that fun stuff]
Duels: Fisticuffs [to which Lebby brings a gun] | Swords | Pistols at dawn | Rap battle | Wizards duel | Giant robots | Axes | Katanas | Bake-off | Sniping [for same reason as with Geoff...] | Drinking contest | Pokemon | Insult fight | Hatesex | Naval engagement | Poker | Dance | Wrestling | Joust | Knife fight [probably a pretty desperate one. he doesn’t want to fight Lebby directly unless there’s another person there to soak damage] | Sports | Street race/car chase | Gruelling legal dispute | Mario Kart | Military skirmish | No duels
Arena:Rooftop of a burning building [cause they both dramatic] | Outside the saloon at high noon | Deck of a galleon | Colliseum | Mountaintop | Ancient ruins | Underwater | Museum | Palace [matching aesthetics] | Bar | Beach | Moon | Quicksand | Treasure vault | Courtroom | Wilderness | Lounge | Snow | Streets | Tropical island | Space | No arenas
Would my character…
Be archnemeses? Yes | No Have hatesex after the first duel? Yes | NoConfess their undying hatred first? Yes | No Drag accomplices into this mess? Yes | No Let bygones be bygones? Yes | No Swear terrible revenge? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Hatecuddle after hatesex? Yes | No
@klynk-klank @blackrose-ffxiv
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pikapegasus · 7 years ago
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101. for starmora pls!!
101. “They grow up so fast.”
when your life is so out of control that you’re posting the next ficlet at 3 am again lmao so sorry guys,,, anyway, enjoy some starmora parenting reflections while they do the dishes!! (bc I’m a slut for domestic shit asfglknf)
send me a ship + a number!!!!
“We are Groot.”
Peter actually dropsthe plate he’s washing when he hears the words, the dish making a loud klank as it hits the bottom of the sink.The water continues running over Peter’s soap-covered hands, but he’s too busystaring wide-eyed at Groot, who’s standing on the other side of the table, to takenotice.
He briefly glances at Gamora, who was collecting the rest of the dishes, but has also stopped andopted to instead stare at Groot. He’s just calmly looking at the two ofthem with his gentle smile, handing Gamora his and Rocket’s plates.
“You…remember that still?” Peter questions because,honestly, he’s never really understood how Groot’s memory worked. Sometimes, itwas apparent that he still remembered everything from his life before thebattle with Ronan, but most times, Groot acted like the age he physicallyappeared to be. “You can still say that?”
But now, nearly three years later, Groot’s practically backto his full size.
Groot nods. “I am Groot.”
“Teamwork is good, yeah,” Peter says. “Not sure if the teamwork requiredfor doing the dishes is worth an epic ‘weare Groot,’ though.”
“Thank you for your help, Groot,” Gamora says softly, takingthe dishes from Groot’s hands. “Peter and I have the rest of it handled. Youcan go.”
“I am Groot,” he says, bidding them farewell with a wave—Peterand Gamora both wave back, per usual, because some things just never change, no matter how much timepasses—before leaving the room completely.
Gamora brings the plates up to the counter beside thesink and Peter sighs, shaking his head as he picks up the plate and resumes scrubbing it. “Well, that was interesting.”
“I knew he remembered the battle and what happened to him,”Gamora says, switching to Peter’s other side and picking up the dishrag. “Butthat was the only other time he said ‘we’…”
“Glad to know I’m not the only one who was a little caught off guard there,” Petersays lightly, passing the clean plate to Gamora to dry. “I guess I just…kindablocked that memory out, while Groot was little.”
“I did, too,” she admits, running the towel over the plate. “Allit seemed to do was give Groot nightmares.”
There had been a good handful of nights in which Peter hadawoken to rushed, tiny footsteps accompanied by a flurry of knocks on his door.He’d then open the door to reveal an upset Groot, small tears running down his barkas he babbled about bad dreams where he or members of the team got hurt.
(Peter can even recall an entire week straight spent withGroot nestled between him and Gamora in the captain’s quarters, because of arecurring dream about Ronan where Groot couldn’t save everyone in time.)
“At least he seems to have grown out of it,” Peter says,absentmindedly continuing to clean. “Well. He seems to have just fully grown up, at this point.”
He sees Gamora nod in his peripheral vision, but as shestarts putting the dishes away, her actions slow. She eventually turns her eyesup to his. “Does it feel strange toyou at all?”
“Strange?” he echoes, handing her a fork. “I mean, I guessit’s weird, because it feels like it went by really fast.”
“Sometimes, I almost wish he was small again,” she admits, drying the fork. “I mean, it’simpractical for the team, as well as his own safety, but…” she trails off,pausing her drying completely. “It was nice, in a way.”
“It definitely reallyenforced the idea of us being a big family,” he says, glancing at her. “Itbrought out the best in everyone, in a way, because we all had to watch out forthe little guy.”
She laughs softly. “It felt like we were parents.”
“It still feelslike we’re parents,” he corrects, shaking his head in exasperation, because he’scertain he’ll have to scold someone at some point during the rest ofthe day for doing something stupid. “They grow up so fast.”
They finish the rest of the dishes off in a contemplative,comfortable silence. Peter really hasn’t thought much about Groot growing upuntil now. He calls upon personal familial experience for some sort ofreference to what he’s feeling now: with Yondu, things had been complicateduntil the very end, though Yondu never stopped looking over him, even from adistance, when Peter had finally left; with Peter’s actual mother, well, she’dnever even gotten the chance to seehim grow up.
He helps Gamora put the last of the dishes away. She watcheshim stretch his arms up to the highest shelf in the cabinet, handing him thelast of the plates, when she opens the discussion again. “Have you ever thoughtabout parenthood?”
The question catches him by nearly as much surprise as Groot’sremark earlier. Peter narrowly avoids knocking down what dishes are already in thecabinet down, onto his head, before turning to look at Gamora with a nervousflutter in his chest. “Um…not much, to be honest…”
That is, he really hadn’t thought about it, until Gamora haddanced her way into his life and he found himself looking after littleGroot with her.
“I think the realquestion here is,” he continues, regaining some confidence, “now that we’veactually dipped our toes into the oceanof parenthood, did we each like it enough to ever do it again, but more traditionally?”
She ducks her head to hide her smile at that, but Peter canstill see the corners of her lips pointing upward. “I suppose that is, indeed, the real question.”
“Before the Guardians, my answer would’ve been a hard no,”he admits. “But now, after I’ve had to coax a baby tree to sleep moretimes than I’d like to count…” He shrugs. “I dunno. Doesn’t sound as impossible or really out there, y’know?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs, meeting his eyes.
“What about you, babe?” he asks, closing up the cabinet. “Haveyou ever thought about it?”
Gamora holds her arms out on either side of her, lookingmore unsure than Peter’s seen in along time. She takes a few steps away from him, as if the idea is too largeto be contained in an intimate conversation between the two of them. She turnsback to look at him. “As a child, I wanted nothing more than to excel ateverything, be this warrior. But whenI was forced down that path, in a way I hadn’t anticipated or wanted, and everything changed, I lost sight of myself andmy goals.”
Peter nods along to her words. They’ve both been significantly more open with each otherin the past year or two about their pasts, especially their childhoods—both beforeand after their worlds were both turned upside down by the untimely deaths oftheir parents—and aspirations.
Her hands fall back down to her sides. “I suppose…thingslike parenthood are, as you said, no longer out of reach.”
He smiles then, coming closer to her and taking her hands inhis. “There’s no rush.”
“No rush,” she agrees. “We still have many adventures to goon, Star-Lord.”
She leans up toward him then, placing a quick kiss on hislips, as if to seal their bounded fate.
Maybe they’ll find themselves on a path similar to theexperience of raising Groot someday, or maybe not. There’s still time, and, asGamora said, they have much to do. After all, Thanos is still out there, andPeter knows that until that’s dealt with, Gamora can never truly, completelyrelax as the rest of them can.
A crash from another room interrupts their silent moment,followed by Drax and Rocket arguing. Mantis is laughing. Groot chimes inwith an “I am Groot.”
Peter and Gamora sigh, simultaneously.
“Shall we go check on the kiddos?” he teases.
“Better do it now than when Rocket accidentally blows up theship,” she jokes back.
They leave the kitchen, hand-in-hand.
send me a ship + one of these prompts about said ship having to share a bed!!!
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tokka · 7 years ago
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@Regrann 🔥🤖⛴ @bandorapalace - Prince Sprocket along with Klank and Orbus aboard a Machine Empire attack ship. From a Japanese Ohranger book, 1995. #powerrangers #ohranger #powerrangerszeo #tokusatsu #powerrangersmovie #princesprocket - #regrann (at Bandora)
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krxtaa · 5 years ago
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rouqehair‌:
   ✦ starter : @krxtaa
only faint whispers and myths left from a legend , that's how the mighty falls . why armitage allowed the darth on his ship was still a mystery to the star general . perhaps it was the constant threats on ren's part , warning him about maul's bright history in the dark side . his feral nature , and intimidating stance .
he loves killing , hux , be careful around him . . .
imperial cadets were not educated on non-human beings , or the force sensitive ones , except for darth vader . armitage knew so little about the red-faced myth on his ship , he never asked either . every time darth maul came inside the room , he'd either exit or go completely silent . deciding not to appear on the man's way or anywhere near him . empire's false informations about the non-humans had effected his judgment , they often deemed them as untamed monsters , uncivilized people . armitage wasn't allowed to lower himself to talk , or interact with a cis person . he's not seen many either , not on his ship , not on his blue planet arkanis .
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the silver doors hiss open , the red general enters his office with an angry face , ready to toss the datapad on his desk . only to be stopped by the dark figure of the darth . . . he stops . the doors close . and he can't help but stay where he was ,, close to the door , just in case .
   ❝ . . . maul . did you need something ? ❞    his voice holds its usual undertone of respect , none had known the sincerity behind it . but then again , armitage barely tolerated anyone . hence his lack of interest in keeping an eye-contact with the man , but the black tattoos on his skin were rather interesting , just a little bit . the general suddenly frowns , and glances at the door .
   ❝ who let you in ? ❞
The finalizer. What was it with kids these days and names for their ships? Even having been on the ship long enough, seen enough of it ti know it was a fitting name. Maul still considered it a toy used to play a game of “mine is bigger than yours.” And frankly speaking? He had seen enough of the two headbutting commanders of the ship to know that it really did come down to such a childish battle. Well than and many other things they seemed to compensate endlessly for. 
What happened to the good old days of actual fanatics and crazy people? People that actually made things happen. 
Listening to the sound of his own feet as he walked through the corridor - klank klank klank - Maul ended up pausing far from his own quarters as a thought lingered. More of its own will than his, which was the exact reason why Maul allowed it to distract him, rather than dismiss it. 
Hux. Why not? How bad could it be? Getting inside was simple enough, anyway.
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The dark didn’t bother him as he settled in the chair next to the desk. He saw perfectly as it was, not even struggling. The dark had been his friend since way before this stupid ship even existed. What little light passed through the room reflected in Maul’s eyes similarly to that of a cat, and he was quick to focus in on Hux once the General finally entered the room. How long Maul had waited didn’t matter anymore.
“Let me? I helped myself.” How he did it wasn’t something Maul intended to share, at least not without prompting. “Now I might not need something. But I do want to know a few things. Things I’m sure you can tell me. After all; a General with no answers is hardly useful, is he?”
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righthererightzao · 8 years ago
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Character Profile: Zaoka Aloka.
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Name: Zaoka Aloka Race: Lalafell, Plainsfolk Sex: Male Occupation: Doctor: Practitioner of Healing Arcanima, Alchemy and Chirurgy (Surgery)
Personality Type (laid back, militant, high strung, etc.): Zaoka can be seen as something of a charmer, he often employs honeyed words when conversing with those he refers to as “bonny lads an’ lasses~”. Something of a people person, He enjoys meeting new people and will happily talk to a complete stranger if it means making a new friend at the end of the day.
What does your character look like?: Standing at above average Lalafellin height. Zaoka possesses the usual rotund build found amongst Lalafell, though he appears to be a touch wider around the thighs. His head is topped with a mass of unkempt hair, while looking relatively clean, gives him the appearance of someone who has only recently gotten out of bed. A belt of freckles can be seen dotted across his soft, round features and his red eyes framed by a pair of silver armed rimless glasses. An ugly scar that spans the length of his neck is kept hidden from the public eye by an assortment of chokers and scarves. An assortment of piercings can be found about his person, with a metallic chin stud, three studs above his brow, two rings on either ear as well as a Qiqirn shaped charm hangs from his right ear, which he believes brings him good luck.  
Zaoka often dresses in comfy casual clothing, eschewing the robes worn by most of his fellow weavers of Aether (Or dresses as he refers to them), or any particularly gaudy looking outfits and will always try to incorporate the colour blue into his outfit.
Favorite Hobby: There are two hobbies favoured by the Lalafellin Doctor. The first being triple triad. To say that he is an enthusiast of the game is something of an understatement. He often employs it as a kind of friendship ritual when meeting new people. Zaoka does not care who wins or who looses, all that matters to him are that both parties enjoy themselves and the bonds of friendship that are to be forged through this ‘noble game’. The second hobby is fishing. Often times Zaoka will head off to a nearby isolated stream and cast a line into it. He finds fishing to be extremely soothing and feels as though it brings him at peace with the world.
Motto they live by: “Live Well, Love Much, Laugh Often.”
Favorite type of Environment: Zaoka will always have a fondness for the seaside. He finds the sound of the tide washing ashore and the call of gulls going to and from the horizon brings him a great deal of calmness. Friends: Zaoka lives to meet new people and make friends. Those counted amongst his friends include; Camerin Gilheart, Ryder Bailey, Vex Redain and Adham Adhad.
Who They Admire: He will always hold those who seek to do good in the world with high regard, though the person who he admires the most, is his mother, a woman of almost limitless warmth and kindness and who’s tenants he strives to live by.
What do they hope to do 10 years from now: Zaoka hopes to have at least settled down with someone, maybe even start a family of his own. Though his has high doubts that he will ever attain that. He especially hopes to have made enough money to set up extra clinics and hire his own staff and possibly expand into areas outside of La Noscea.
Are they single? If not, who is their spouse/partner/life mate?: Zaoka is currently single, though he is of the hopes that he will find someone, he doesn’t consider himself prime relationship material. 
What do they look for in friends?: Those who are not needlessly cruel and bigoted. He is accepting of people from all walks of life, provided that they do not actively seek to do harm others maliciously or operate outside the interests of the Eorzean Alliance.
If they walked into a bar and saw a talking slug, what would their reaction be?: Firstly, he would try and recall exactly how many rolanberry ciders he has had prior to this encounter and determine if it was enough to get him sufficiently stewed. Secondly, regardless of what the answer to the first question is, he would ask the slug if it knows how to play Triple Triad.
OOC: Usual Playtime:  (GMT+1/BST Timezone) • Monday-Thursday: 17:00 – 22:00* • Friday: 17:00 – 00:00 • Saturday: 17:00* – 00:00 • Sunday: 17:00 – 22:00* ·         *Depends on current working shift. Server: Balmung  FC/Guild: Jackal and Hide «JH-RP» Looking for (friends, ships, hate ships, shady connections, etc.): Anything really! Friendship, Romance or rivalries are all good! Zaoka mostly operates in his clinic in Limsa Lominsa, though he does have experience in the field and is willing to make house calls if called upon. He is even willing to tutor those who wish to study healing Arcanima or Chirurgy. Though given that he will lend a hand to people from all walks of life, he will draw the line at drug/people trafficking, and anything that would go against the interests of the Eorzean Alliance as a whole. (Assisting imperial Loyalists, Voidsent worshippers, pirates, etc).
Tagged by: @lockerinannis
Tagging: @thegildenheart @thebaileymail @vexredain @vhellius @gogocatninja @ffxivtribehydrae @ffxiv-ofthewhite @trishelle @coldwind-rp @seekerwithnoshirt @keeperslovebetrayal @onetruemagicat @arned-and-dangerous @finalvalor @bexli-nelhah @adham-ffxiv @dunscxith @kikilukilu @shinfulness @priestcatte @ask-popoto @klynk-klank and anyone else who wants to do this!
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gazihsah · 8 years ago
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Name: G’azih Sah Race: Miqo’te – Seeker of the Sun Sex: Male Occupation: Freelancer Mercenary/Odd Jobs
Personality Type (laid back, militant, high strung, etc.):
G’azih is upbeat, bold, and cares deeply for others, willing to as far as sacrificing his own well being if the need for it arises. When speaking to others, he speaks casually and comfortably, which can sometimes come off as rude accidentally. However, he tries to keep a level head, and knows how to dial himself back, and act modestly and seriously if the tone of topic of a conversation shifts.
In terms of morals and values, G’azih believes in helping others even if he doesn’t necessarily need a reason, making him naive in that sense. Additionally, he’s willing to do anything for those he cares about, to the point where he’d no qualms about sacrificing himself or opportunities to achieve his goals, for the sake of helping friends.
What does your character look like?:
G’azih is a slender and lithe, yet decently toned male Miqo’te, who’s often seen wearing only a pair of black shorts and sandals. He’ll throw more on if he has to, for situations like formal events, or not wanting to get cut up. Gaz comes in at about 5″10′, and has slate grey eyes, and black hair. If you wanna see more of Gaz just check the tag #G’azih Sah (with that space in between), you should get tons to work with, since I make sure to tag stuff properly.
Favorite Hobby:
Whenever he’s at his apartment in The Goblet, far away from any beaches, he’s typically just relax at home and read some fictional books, or do something related to whatever’s on his mind. Whenever the weather’s nice, or he has some gil to spare, he’ll relax outside, or flirt with people that catch his eyes at any nearby bars. 
Motto they live by: 
“Lives the best life you can today.”
Favorite type of Environment:
All though he grew up in Gridania, he prefers the coastal regions, especially ones that see a lot of sunlight and have sprawling beaches. He likes relaxing in the sunlight, or just relaxing and getting a good view of the ocean on a nice, quiet beach.
Friends:
Willing to help or hear his friends out, he G’azih acts casually, and interacts with his friends on a comfortable level. He’s relatively well-mannered, and modest while still acting cheerful towards them, hiding any burdens he may carry from them, worried about them growing concerned themselves.
Who They Admire:
G’azih tends to admire those that also lead cheerful lives, or surround themselves with tons of family and friends. Or just anyone he’s attracted to, really.
What do they hope to do 10 years from now: 
G’azih hopes to aspire to be in a steady relationship, or settle down in some form, since he’ll be 31 by that time, he hasn’t really told anyone what he hopes to do in 10 years, probably cause he’d get all embarrassed by having such a tangential dream to how he currently lives and acts.
Are they single? (If not, who is their spouse/partner/life mate?):
Currently, at this point, he’s single and and open to pretty much anyone, regardless of age gaps (but nothing, like, you know, illegal) or race. G’azih’s had quite a share of relationships ending, but he hasn’t outright given up - he’s open to long term relationships, and as short as one-night stands,
What do they look for in friends?:
G’azih looks typically for anyone who’s always nice to chat to, grab a few drinks or food with, and doesn’t mind getting seen with a consistently shirtless man in public. 
OOC:
MST Timezone | UTC-7:00
I’m usually on FFXIV in the evening, if I’m not at work, playing a different game, or out and about - always got my phone sufficiently charged and on me all the time, so I should be able to get messages and reply when I get the chance
You can pretty much contact me on whatever platform you want really; you can get my contact info on my blog (the desktop version at least, if you’re mobile, here’s a link to that page) if you have the urge to message outside of tumblr - just say you saw my contact info on tumblr, so I don’t think you’re completely random~
Server: Balmung
FC/Guild: Art of War <<AoW>>
Looking for (friends, ships, hate ships, shady connections, etc.): Any of those would be great!~
Friends/Allies: Gaz is relatively easy to get along with (I think), as long as your character doesn’t mind his cheerfullness and tendency to avoid sharing personal problems, to prevent others from worrying~
Enemies/Hateships: I imagine it’d be quite hard to truly piss off Gaz,to the point of hate or becoming an enemy, so we’d definitely have to discuss this on a case-by case basis
Ships: I mean, he’s a shirtless cat boy, so Gaz is pretty easy to start something with, if he isn’t in a relationship of course, which he currently isn’t at the moment~
Mentors: This would be interesting, since Gaz acts rather casually around lots of people, so if the mentor wanted to be addressed strictly formally, it’d be interesting. Otherwise, G’azih
Tagged by: @klynk-klank (I had this drafted up and written out, but completely forgot to post it ;-; )
Tagging: This one’s rather long, so I’m not going to tag anyone, but if you wanna do this, go ahead~
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kozidraws · 8 years ago
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Oh my gosh I love the idea of Pidge creating a robo-son for robo-Keith and robo-Lance! Klank!! Can we get some more headcannons about that cause it's amazing!!! Keith is obvious the fav but how does Lance try to redeem himself? Do they start mock caring for him in a battle to one-up each other as a better parent? But then actually start caring?? I need answers please!
*squeals* Omg hii! ♥ I’m glad you like Klank (though I nearly forgot that Klunk was a shipping name afterwards loool).
I’m not too good with headcannons but I’ll see how I go.
- Originally Klank was going to have a mullet but Pidge knew Lance would complain and be like “No child of mine will ever have a mullet!”
- Klank has more red on him than blue so Lance wants give him a makeover to wear the supporting colours of his M.V.P (most valuable papá). Pidge and Keith refuse.
- Lance, Keith had a bonding moment™ with Klank and smuggle him aboard the castle. Then they fight over who gets to keep him.
- I think afterwards it would just be a recurring thing, them pointing out what would make them good parents (and the favorite) to the point where they eventually prove it in the future.
Hope this was okay, feel free to come up with some ideas too~ ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
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replacewythy · 7 years ago
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Digital Moncast Episode 45
"More accurately, it's the show where we talk about sitting down to discuss Digimon, and then the universe like, punishes us for our hubris?" "It has been a while since we recorded" itsbeenawhile "Hey, just for comparison's sake, I recorded earlier today the last episode of season 2 of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers" Hey, I was there for that, it was a VERY long time ago "Geez, woah, one to two every year?" "Yeah, fuckin' crazy, right?" "Man, they're puttin' 'em out almost as much as we are!" "What's that one where it's just the gears? Like, two gears?" "Uh, Klank." "God damnit." (It's Hagurumon) "There's one thing I don't want poop to do, and it's fly. And be sentient." "No, we're just debuting our new segment: Shootin' the Shit." "We are going to be sustaining ourselves on a meager diet of Wormmon for a long time." Wormmon is maybe my favorite Digimon character so far. "And Kari wanders off into the forest and takes drugs." Apparently there was a show called Extreme Dinosaurs "Not in the forest. I've definitely talked to a cloud of sparkles." "Here are some cloaked anonymous figures dealing with data from both sides, and trying to find a harmonious balance." "Fuckin' centrists." "Like dude, you don't need to steal anything, just shake those eggs around a bit, and they'll be done." "This is Bob: Origins." "They have CHOSEN to split the party! ALWAYS a great decision!" "a cat who occasionally shoots people with guns, and-" "Right, right, she said a cat. We're all familiar with cats." "And you just know Takato gets pissed off that they're not telling us anything about Gennai." "I can imagine Takato being really pissed off that they completely messed up all of his previous ships." "Do you think our podcast exists in the Tamers universe?" "I always want to fight Tai." "I mean, yeah, I don't think we need a crisis for that." I had a feeling that would be the answer. "I am probably the most forgiving out of any of our friends when it comes to children and teenagers, but I will fight that child. I will put up dukes." "As for currently undergoing an existential crisis, uh, constantly." "Existence is an existential crisis, let's be honest." fuckin deep "I have never said that I'm a perfect person." There's many things I wish I didn't do "There's a sign on the door that says 'watch out for the lasers.'" "I didn't have time for that shit." "I feel like I would be very evenly matched against Zack, simply because the universe would fight him for me." "And in a battle of wits, she already won, by fucking entrapmenting me into Homestuck." fuck I forgot about that "We have too many rogue episodes for a network, honestly." I don't know how that ever happens, and it happens CONSTANTLY, also I was on the rogue Let's Place. "By the time you hear this, listener, the new Jackbox Party Pack 5 might be out." "I DID piss off a witch." "In the words of the Digi Rap, let's wrap it up." "...I hate you."
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guttergodsknife · 6 years ago
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♠ for Eight!
Slightly more light-hearted rivalry!
ULTIMATE ANTI-SHIP MEME - Send my character a ♠ and I'll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.
BOLD YOUR CHOICES
Anti-affectionate; Chopping off hands | Passive-aggressive post-it notes | Petty oneupmanship [AND A LOT OF THIS] | Villainous boasts | Mailing swarms of wasps | Hatespooning | Dramatic monologues | Leaving horse heads in beds | Gossipmongering | Angry texts | Slap with glove | Identity theft [’yes I’m him, give me all his mail’] | Regular theft | Frame for a crime [probably not. some honour among thieves] | Ironic gifts [a mug that says ‘lux’s 2nd favourite minion��] | Poison | Improbable declarations of parenthood | Or siblinghood [probably as a part of some con. yes, ignore our skintone disparity, we’re totally brothers] | No displays of anti-affection
Duels: Fisticuffs | Swords | Pistols at dawn | Rap battle | Wizards duel | Giant robots | Axes | Katanas | Bake-off [AND THEY’RE BOTH BAD the kitchen burns down, nobody wins] | Sniping | Drinking contest | Pokemon | Insult fight | Hatesex | Naval engagement | Poker | Dance [technically already happened] | Wrestling | Joust | Knife fight [in which nobody wants to do lethal or even severe damage so they might as well drop the knives really] | Sports | Street race/car chase | Gruelling legal dispute | Mario Kart | Military skirmish | No duels
Arena:Rooftop of a burning building | Outside the saloon at high noon | Deck of a galleon | Colliseum | Mountaintop | Ancient ruins | Underwater | Museum [probably there to steal something at the same time] | Palace | Bar | Beach | Moon | Quicksand | Treasure vault | Courtroom | Wilderness | Lounge | Snow | Streets | Tropical island | Space | No arenas
Would my character…
Be archnemeses? Yes | No Have hatesex after the first duel? Yes | NoConfess their undying hatred first? Yes | No Drag accomplices into this mess? Yes | No Let bygones be bygones? Yes | No [well, maybe eventually]Swear terrible revenge? Yes | No [rashk is legally obligated to do this with everyone even if he doesn’t intend to deliver]Lie to them? Yes | No Hatecuddle after hatesex? Yes | No [I don’t know what this would even look like but HECK YEAH]
@klynk-klank @eights-of-spades
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texas-girl-49 · 8 years ago
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what is the ship name for hunk lance and keith??? klank????????
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misstheground · 5 years ago
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GAG-ARM ( @bindlestars​ )
Diu na ma! Gag-Arm let her hands shoot up, blinking owlly like some kinda egg. Always with the heat. Upside: She’d gone for that, not the rig’s horn. No fozzies on the way. Yet. “Ain’t my grind t’ pack. Handful too much hazard for my blood, hey?”
Downside: Everything. But top of the plate was that her leg made a ratchy ol’ klank! and she didn’t figure birdie girl here ’d react well to a sudden move’ent. ( Say, droppin’ to the floor real off-kiltered. )
Her eyes zig-zagged after the wings for a second before she looked back at birdie’s face. Shouldn’this-a been an easy hop? Hadn’t even thought to stay further than to punt on to a bigger flyvver.
“You still have not told me how you came aboard my ship.” Shoya held her pistol surprisingly steady, considering she was quavering inside. “My hatches are always sealed. Always.” Without looking, she hovered her hand closer to the communications system. “I will call for you to be removed if you do not answer me.” She would likely call anyway, but a threat might have more effect.
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techaid · 8 years ago
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Flywrench Launches February 14 on PS4
Hello, lovely people! I hope you enjoy our Valentine’s Day gift to you — a new game from us at Messhof, the creators of Nidhogg! Flywrench launches on PS4 February 14!
Flywrench is a tough-as-nails, masorcore-ish game that’s somewhere between a platformer and a physics puzzle. We’ve been working on it since 2007 if you can believe it — you might even have played Mark’s early prototype version of the game! If you play games like Team Meat’s Super Meat Boy (actually, Flywrench was a playable character!) or Roll7’s OlliOlli, then this is right up your alley.
Your character is a white line. No, seriously, you are a tiny white line. You are a tiny white line ship. If you don’t press anything you will drop to the bottom of the level and explode! Don’t do that. You can flap to stay aloft. Left and right adds momentum each way. You can do a barrel roll or 10, but you won’t be able to control your ship in this mode. Each move changes you color — while flapping, you’re red. If you’re rolling, you’re green. If you aren’t doing either, you’re white.
Obstacles come in a bunch of different colors, but if they’re one of the three that you can switch to then you can phase right through it untouched. It’s a little different, but you’ll get the hang of it right away. At AGDQ this past year there were some incredible Flywrench full story runs that were nearly flawless!
There are 199 levels and they come at you with the quickness. Flap, spin, and bounce through all kinds of tricky color coded obstacles and into the exit. We spent a lot of time tuning the controls just right, so when you die (Which you will… often) you’ll know it was all your fault. Bad gamer, bad!
In addition to the main campaign, we’ve also included a Time Trial mode so that you can race against players globally. Also — and this is only available on PS4, we’ve included a whole new pack of “Asteroid” levels in Time Trial. They’re fierce.
I may be a bit biased, but this is pretty much the best game soundtrack ever, so far (We are working on some killer music for Nidhogg 2!). Daedelus, who we were lucky to work with on OG Nidhogg, wove together an awesome soundtrack from some of the best producers around like Machinedrum, Baths, Dntel, Sweatson Klank, and many more. You can actually listen to the soundtrack in-game through an old school “Sound Test” screen.
Okay, that’s enough from me. I super duper hope you check out our game! If you’re afraid of hard games, don’t worry, we baby you for a bit until you learn how to control your ship… but not for long.
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