#knives lawson

[tsundereition]

interrupting our usual schedule for some neko day knives. it's stil 22 in some place of the earth. imo he's more dog coded but i wanted to draw something for neko day and i want to draw more of my oc's in general and 1 + 1 = 2 so. will get to do more of the valentine's requests tomorrow.

[mewdragonlord101]

paw patrol oc

this is copper barktin barns

Name copper barktin barns

Age 13

Gender male

Date of Birth april 21

Owner oliva lawson

Type of Dog Siberian Husky mix with beagle,

Place of Residence he lives in adventure city

job spy 

Appearance 

Height  22 inches

Weight 40 lbs

Fur Color  dark brown, light brown and white 

Fur Patterns in photo

Eye Color brown

Collar Color black

~PERSONALITY~

Likes Sweets, Ryder, The Paw Patrol, Space, Stars, Aliens, Merpups, being a spy trainging ready making gadgets saving people Cookies, stuffed animals, cats, helping others, exploring, taking care of children, making new friends, taking care of animals, cooking, spicy food, chips, painting, dancing, romance novels/movies/tv shows, reading, teasing his friends, hugs, movies, singing, 

Dislikes

~ABILITIES, UNIFORM & EQUIPMENT~

Member of the PAW Patrol?

(Yes or No) no

Uniform Image

( imagine it for a pup) an the outfit on copper

Uniform Colors black

Pup pack:spy pack, flight gear, drive gear,climbing gear

 Pup tag in photo

Vehicle: a black  motorcycle with  with techy stuff

Pup house: making it

Pup-Pack Tools

blankets, pocket knives, food, , first aid kit equipment, zip line, spy vision/thermal goggles, night vision goggles, & a smoke bomb. spy drone bulletproof spy vest,

~BACKSTORY~ working on it

"QUOTE" time to spy

Don't mention your move before you make a move

Waiting. Like it or not, it's a skill all spies have to master eventually.

"I've been a spy for almost all of my adult life – I don't like being in the spotlight.

family Benjamin bang barkin older brother like going by bang

crush has a girlfriend name iecc shawnspaws

friends the paw patrol my ocs your oc

extra

has a team called the each shards 

[istherewifiinhell]

i sent myself some panels so now i can post on the clock. as god intented. well anyway you wanna see the preteens doing murder cut....

[Mirage #9. Story: Eastman&Laird, Pencils: Michael Dooney, Inks & Tones: E&L, Dooney, Ryan Brown, Jim Lawson, Letters: Steve Lavigne.]

[ID from alt: 1. Two panels. A garbed assassin turning around cautiously. Don swooping in with his bo staff, hitting with a two handed stabbing motion directly to the assassins head, grimacing with the effort. The hit connects off panel, with splash of action effects. 2. Three panels of Raph fighting a different assailant armed with knives. He blocks with his tonfas, then he kicks the assailant in the gut, and finally, connects a full body swing with one tonfa. The damage is off panel, but some of the effects looks bloody. END]

ID from alt: 1. Four panels, an assassin holding a gun trips as a weighted chain wraps around their neck. They fall into a fountain with a "Sploosh". They lay motionless. Mikey climbs out of the fountain, dripping, grimmacing, and chain clenched between his hands. 2. Two panels, Leo throws 3 Shuriken, which strike deeply into in a gun weilding assassins, head, chest and arm. END ID]

[lumin-au]

JapanQuest 2025: START

Day -1: Pre-Departure Jitters

The entire day before departure was a mess of procrastination and daydreaming about finally being on the plane. Over-prepped with our bags by the door. Sleep? That was a lost cause. We tried to force an early night. Bed by 8 PM. Hoping to be asleep by 10 PM. But our bodies weren't having it. Tossed and turned all night.

Day 0: The Journey Begins

The alarm blared at 5 AM, and we were up. Tired, but running on excitement. After hugging Ted who seemed to have a feeling we were going to leave him for 3 weeks and saying our goodbyes to Sali’s parents, we set off for the airport.

Three hours of aimless wandering later, we fuelled up with a terrible iced chocolate and an even worse bacon and egg burger. Just as we resigned ourselves to waiting at the gate, the announcement came. 30-minute delay. Shitty, but not the worst announcement.

Eventually, we boarded, settled in, and distracted ourselves with in-flight entertainment. I binged into Tulsa King Season 2, while Sali switched between Based on a True Story and Anatomy of Lies. The entire 9 hour flight felt like an all you can eat buffet. These attendants wanted nothing more than to make us gain 2kg before we even landed. Last third of the trip we were denying food from those feeders.

Despite the cramped flight, landing at Narita Airport felt surreal. Immigration was smooth but took a bit of time. Stood in the very long "Gaijin line", grabbed our luggage that was easily marked, grabbed a Suica travel card and braced ourselves for the next challenge. The train to Akihabara. For the next 1.5 hours, we stood packed like sardines, my feet screaming in protest. Should of taken the bus. Ah well.

Finally made it. Akihabara. Dumped our bags at the apartment. Apartments quite small but has everything we need. Despite exhaustion, ventured out. First stop? The holy trinity: Lawson, FamilyMart, and 7-Eleven. We peeked into a few arcades, spotted two Nissan Skyline JDM cars, and then, at last, collapsed into sleep.

Day 1: Lost in Transit, Found in Tradition

Woke up around 7:30 AM. Still feeling a bit jet-lagged but ready to go. Stepped outside to an icy breeze, but with a jacket and some movement, it was bearable.

First mission of the day: Find decent coffee. Stumbled into Excelsior Coffee, where I finally got a good iced chocolate (though a little heavy on the ice) and Sali got a strong and satisfying coffee.

Second Mission? Getting to Asakusa. Difficulty: Navigating Tokyo’s labyrinth of train lines with the HUD off. The multiple train companies threw us for a loop. Who knew that changing lines could mean leaving the station entirely and trekking through tunnels and streets to a completely different platform that has the same number as the original one we were standing at? Took a bit to wrap our heads around the system, but we got there.

Destination: Asakusa Sensō-ji Temple.

The entrance was breathtaking. But so was the crowd. We battled a horde of tourists just to snap a picture, dodging those who shamelessly jumped into our shot. Annoying, but we made it work.

Sali treated herself to Tanghulu and Strawberry & Chocolate Daifuku before we explored the temple grounds. Away from the crowds, we found quieter side streets with a nostalgic, retro feel. At one point, we heard a group of kids singing a Japanese version of the ABCs—adorable.

Next, we wandered into Kappabashi Kitchenware Street, a haven for Japanese kitchen tools. At Kiwami Hikari Knives, we met an incredible group of craftsmen and walked away with some beautifully handcrafted knives.

On the way back, we spotted a tiny Japanese police station and a petrol station. Just one of those little things that stand out as they're completely different to the ones we have at home. Don Quijote (Asakusa) was also on the radar, but we held off on the shopping spree. Akihabara's store would be closer to our apartment and would get our full attention later.

Needing a quick refuel, we stopped at Lawson for Karaage Chicken Bites (Lets be real. They're chicken nuggets.), a Fanta Yello Mello (a light lemon soda), and some onigiri. Simple, cheap, and delicious.

Using the train system back to our Akihabara apartment, we were feeling much more confident in our transit skills. But there was still more to see, so out we went again.

Found some decent looking places for dessert later down the line. If we're craving a heavy dessert, we know just what to do.

This time, we explored the Yodobashi-Akiba megastore, a multi-floor tech and gadget wonderland. Massive multifloors of tech and I picked up an 2m HDMI cable and a new wallet.

Lunch took us to a hidden gem: Torimitsukuni Akibatorimuten (try saying that five times fast). The Oyakodon (chicken and Egg Bowl) was perfect, the Fried Chicken was crisp, and the Tsukemen (Soba noodles with rich chicken broth) were next-level.

Satisfied and warm, I grabbed a beanie for my still-freezing head. We capped off the night with a Lawson snack run. I had an Itachoco Ice (Ice cream disguised as a chocolate bar) and tried a drink called "Fruit Spark," expecting a tropical soda but getting a tragic grapefruit sourness instead. Sali, at least, was happy with her Peach and Cream Mochi.

Then, the inevitable happened. An Afternoon nap.

Advanced Technology Sidebar

The toilet is as high-tech as they come. Seat warmer. Auto-flush. Bidet. Mechanical Lid lifting function. This has more tech than my car. I need one. And the shower? It has a ceiling showerhead. The water heats up instantly. The pressure is as fierce as a PSNI Water Cannon. Idea's for future home upgrades that hopefully won't (but definitely would) break the bank.

Evening Adventures & Fast Food Discoveries

Feeling refreshed, we ventured into Don Quijote, where Sali indulged in some TikTok famous viral products. I spotted and grabbed the sweet grape juice that has been in my dreams since my last visit to Japan in 2017; Kirin Koiwai Grape Juice Drink. I eyed some watches that caught my interest but not enough to buy and we left for dinner.

I was interested in just how much Mcdonalds Japan changed from back when I was there in 2017. So off we went. Before you could only get a small meal. There was no sizes. Now? It follows standard sizing conventions. Garlic Cheeseburgers were also a staple back then. Now? Non-existent. Also the variety of items have doubled.

We decided to pick the more interesting picks of the menu:

Teriyaki Chicken Burger – Despite being drenched in sauce, it stayed crispy with a strong teriyaki kick.

Melon Soda – Actually fizzy and really sweet! None of that weak carbonation nonsense you typically get from Maccas.

Edamame Corn – Surprisingly delicious.

Double Cheese Double Cheeseburger – This should be a default menu item everywhere. The right amount of cheese per patty, just perfection.

Fries – Exactly the same as back home. No complaints.

Grape Soda – Weak and flat. Not bad but not good.

Churros – A dry, flavorless excuse for a dessert. I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed.

Once we finished, we got completely baffled by the trash bins. There was one labeled for paper, one for plastic, and then… an unnamed and mysterious chute. We stared at it for a while, trying to decipher its purpose, before just awkwardly googling what that chute was for. Turns out it was for food waste but it was so unassuming as it didn't look like it could fit much in. It proved us wrong.

To make up for the churro disaster, we grabbed a Ohayo Brulee (a TikTok famous Crème Brûlée Ice Cream) from 7-Eleven. Premium vanilla ice cream, a cracking crème brûlée-flavored shell, and absolutely worth every yen. Must-try.

With full stomachs and a long day behind us, we finally crashed. Well… She did. I stayed up and wrote all this. Tomorrows Mission? Tokyo Proper.

[drewschermickblindone]

My top 50 albums of 2023:

G's Us- WHAT THEM DOGS DONT KNOW THEY KNOW

Andrew Mbaruk- Foam Collar

Bufus Wood and Derill Pounds- derekhalfdead

Darko the Super featuring Homeboy Sandman- Now!

Video Dave + Controller 7-

ArticulatedTexTiles

Factor Chandelier- Moving Like a Planet

Gregory Pepper & His Problems- No Thanks

AJ Suede and Televangel- Parthian Shots

Rove- Poke The Bear

Dillon & Diamond D- Uncut Gems

Foule Monk- CRISIS

NOOB SAIBOT- 1

MC Roughneck Jihad & DJ Awkward- RAWK 2

Elzhi and Oh No- Heavy Vibrato

The Cloaks- A Cloak ReWork Orange (Remixes)

Buck 65, Doseone, and Jel- North American Adonis

KILLVONGARD- Life Is a Masterpiece

Tomcantsleep- The Sun is Yellow

epic/robcrooks- Lawson/Time is Not a Circle, It's a Fire Burning

Mycelium Culture- Microdose

calQtek- HANGOUT GALAXY

Aesop Rock- Integrated Tech Solutions

AJ Suede and Steel Tipped Dove- Reoccurring Characters

phiik & Lungs- Another Planet 4

Fatboi Sharif and Steel Tipped Dove- Decay

Mestizo- IWWIW--IIWII

Kenny Segal and Pink Navel- How To Capture Playful

Thoel Simerville- Birds Of A Feather

Roper Williams- Infinite Victory Loop

Noah23- Tank Girl

Brian Ennals and Infinity Knives- Rhino XXL

Onry Ozzborn- BlvckBeachBoi

Blockhead- The Aux

Park-Like Setting- This, That and the Third

Groundislava- Worldware

Armand Hammer- We Buy Diabetic Test Strips

Milc & Televangel- The Fish That Saved Portland

Capaciti & Noblonski- Learning to Walk in the Dark

Open Mike Eagle' Another Triumph of Ghetto Engineering

Ten-Headed Skeleton- A Thirst for Blood

George Clanton- Ooh Rap I Ya

UNSUNG- Hand Painted Model Trains

Jason Griff and Zilla Rocca- Stacking Chips

OLD SELF- DJ Mo Niklz presents "sorry"

Lt Headtrip, Dos4gw- Tap on the Glass

Child Actor and Serengeti- AJAI II

Young Fathers- Heavy Heavy

Marrow- Hail Telemetry

Jeff Markey and Skech185z He Left Nothing for the Swim Back

Kitz Willman- Grim Errands

[armenianwriterman]

RWBY x MORTAL KOMBAT KHARACTER: KANO

Bio: Kano Blackburn was once an orphan from Mistral whose life changed forever when he stole the watch of the former head of the Black Dragon. Impressed, he took the boy as his protegee and trained him how to be a master criminal. He quickly rose through the ranks and became one of its leaders by the time his mentor died. At some point before the series, he brutally tortured Sonya and killed her partner, starting a lifelong grudge which will become mutual when she shoots his eye out. When the war against Salem breaks out Kano seeks to take advantage of the chaos to spread the Black Dragon’s influence further, no matter who he has to ally with and betray to get there. 

Design: Josh Lawson’s Kano from the 2021 movie.

Color Name: Blackburn- Black

Species: Human

Eye Color: Grey, Red (Cybernetic)

Aura Color: Black

Weapon: Dragon’s Teeth- A pair of large bowie knives infused with electricity dust.

Semblance: Killer Glare - Kano can shoot laser beams out of his eyes a la Superman or Cyclops.

Affiliation: Black Dragon

[veronica-lawson-phd]

[Lawson seemed intrigued by the seemingly never ending pockets. A strange amount of knives and guns fell out when looking for a phone but who was Lawson to judge the kid for self defense tools especially after he had been killed. ]

[ The air chilly near Beanies, the ghost rummages through his pockets as he stands outside. A disembodied voice seems to be muttering polish to themself, the sound quiet yet if close enough you could hear it. A raspy, masculine but squeaky voice cuts through the silence of the dead streets. Though what he says is confusing to someone who doesn’t speak the same language, he mumbles something about someone named Cal. ]

- @pete-spankoffski

[Lawson plans on stopping by Beanies for a cup of tea before finishing her grocery run. She is used to seeing hallucinations out and about, but she has recently realized that those hallucinations might not be as fake as she assumed and after hearing the word Cal she had a pretty good guess as to who this may be]

Um... Excuse me are you by any chance Pete?

[spectre-shitposts]

Joker: Woah Ms. Lawson, that is a Very Big Knife.

Miranda: What, this? Oh. An assassin tried to kill me with it once... I rather liked the curves, so I kept it

Shepard: Pffft, that's not knife. At that length it's a damn short sword.

Zaeed: Eh, I've seen longer ones.

Joker, grinning, that grin, flips out a standard pocket knife: Well it's definitely bigger than mine.

Miranda: ...

Shepard: ...

Miranda: And now you've made it awkward, Mr. Moreau.

Shepard: *snerk*

[lucindarobinsonvevo]

When the Blake mysteries starts and that kids getting bullied and I’m just like...🔪🔪🔪

[tsundereition]

For some reason a lot of people liked my boy Knives. He's probably the one with the most developed backstory.

Edit: forgor to mention he's based on the Knave of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Also credit to @unfinished-projects-galore for the background again.

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Family Buisness

So, I haven’t gotten a story out in a while.  Sorry about that.  Things have been rather busy.  However, I believe you will quite like this one.  Scoundrel shenanigans galore and we get to meet Vir and Shepard’s families.  If you have any ideas or want to see anything in this particular story line, I am open to requests and suggestions!  I think this is going to be quite fun.  As always, I own no one except Drake.  Enjoy the story!

“So, uh, let me get this straight.  There are nine of you, and only three have anything resembling a normal family.  Of the others, one was kidnapped to be a child super soldier, one watched his family get murdered by an intergalactic mega-corporation, one had a god for a father who murdered his mother, one was raised by asshole trillionaires and left at the first opportunity, and two never knew their parents.”

“Yes.”

“Great.  I’m sure all of you are completely stable.”

The massive, silent form of the Master Chief stood, perplexed, at the going-ons of his compatriots.  You could not tell the thoughts flitting behind his immovable golden mask, though; he stood, still as a statue, as cold and unreadable as always.  In front of him, the various members of the Magnificent Scoundrels smoothed their hair, tightened coats and collars, and made absolute certain their shoes were shined to perfection.  

They were aboard the Enterprise, the sterile grey of the walls echoing with the faintest rustling of cloth.  It had been decided that, while the entire fleet was present, the Scoundrels themselves were to transfer to the Enterprise to prepare, then teleport to the surface of the planet below.  The Chief still didn’t understand why, precisely, they were dressing up so much.  It was only a party.  He had graduated Spartan training in his Mjolnir armor, attended officer’s banquets in his Mjolnir armor, and received the UNSC Medal of Honor from Lord Hood in his Mjolnir armor.  It didn’t come off then, and he didn’t see why it should now.  Though, begrudgingly, he did admit to himself that he was not precisely familiar with social niceties and customs of regular humans. 

   The others had all dressed in the next to best; their exceptionally over-elaborate dress uniforms or suits had no place here.  Vir and Cooper straightened their ties, and brushed invisible dust off sport coat lapels.  Solo and Quill struggled in nicer versions of their usual vestments, tugging uncomfortably at too-tight collars and boots.  Shepard pulled on his galaxy’s version of a tuxedo, and adjusted the high collar and coat line.  Kirk was wearing some sleek diplomatic uniform, still quite similar to that of the Starfleet’s, but more elegant and suited to parties.  Cain had originally planned to wear his usual Commissar’s coat and cap, thinking it perfectly fine for this situation, but the other Scoundrels had insisted, then begged, that he wear his full dress uniform, complete with far too much gold lace, epaulets, and a medal rack.  He straightened an errant piece of lace and carefully brushed his hat.  Drake was in his usual black coat, gloves and boots, perfectly dressed for any situation.  That was, after all, the entire point of the outfit.  

They had all been invited by Shepard and Vir to a family party of sorts.  Those two were the only ones with any sort of close family of worth.  It had been decided by higher powers (both of their mothers) that the two families should meet, and their sons’ new coworkers had been invited.  A horrible idea, in Drake’s professional opinion.  He looked over to Solo and Quill still itching in their formal clothes, Cain in his Imperial Commissar’s uniform, and the blank stare of Master Chief.  Yeah, this was going to go great.  Not to mention, of course, the fact that so many exceptionally powerful and influential individuals along with their families meeting in one spot was a magnet for assassinations or terrorist attacks.  If he was contracted to kill them all, it’s what he would do.  Cain finished straightening one last errant piece of lace and grinned over at his fellows.

“Well then.  Are we ready to go?” he asked.  The party was to take place on the moon below, a halfway point between multiple different galaxies.  The SSV Orizaba, an utterly massive dreadnought and pride of the System’s Alliance Navy, was currently orbiting the planet near to the Scoundrels’ fleet.  Captained by Hannah Shepard, she had obviously pulled some strings to get it stationed in the far reaches of space, and to have shore leave on this planet, at this precise time.  A civilian starliner carrying the Virs had also shown up, and according to spies on the ground, it was the entirety of the esteemed Admiral Adam Vir’s close family.  Including multiple small children.  There was no way this could go poorly.

“I think so,” replied Vir.

“Great.  Everyone ready?” asked Drake.  As he spoke, a lethally honed blade shot out of the space in his coat above his forearm.  He examined it with a critical eye before retracting it.  It fitted perfectly back in place, concealed from sight.  Shepard rolled his eyes.  

“Do you really need that?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Drake matter-of-factly.

“There are going to be children present,” shot Vir, slightly annoyed.

“I know,” said Drake, utterly nonplussed.  “And there are going to be knives present as well.  I’d be more worried about the kids getting their hands on those instead of me having one hidden on my forearm.”  Vir and Shepard shared a look.  They had convinced Cain to leave his ceremonial weapons behind, but Master Chief still had his sidearm, and Vir was fairly certain Cooper had a pistol hidden somewhere on his person.  

“Fine,” replied Shepard.  “But remember, no jokes.”

“With you wearing that suit, I don’t need to tell jokes,” shot Cooper, walking over to the group.  

“I thought you said we weren’t supposed to kill anyone either,” replied Kirk with a laugh.

“Yeah, but, really,” said Vir, brushing it off.  “Captain Shepard is a Naval staff officer, and my family are all civilians, so they might be kinda off-put about you guys’ particular brand of humor.  No gay jokes, Pearl Harbor jokes, First Contact War jokes, first contact in general jokes, any political jokes, Vietnam War jokes, medical jokes, Drev War jokes, alien jokes, starship drive failure jokes, or any sort of horribly dark humor whatsoever.”

“Aww, there goes my entire repertoire,” fake-whined Drake, grinning.  Shepard muttered something to himself, then, noticing the entire party was ready, nodded at Kirk, who led them through the halls of the Enterprise to the transporters.  Several of the starship’s crew watched as they went, complimenting their dress, snickering, wishing them good luck, or making inappropriate comments.  They reached the transporter, large circular chamber covered with the smooth white and grey plastic-like material of the ship.  

“Say the words, please,” grinned Quill.

“Beam us up, Scotty!” fired back Kirk with enthusiasm.  They disappeared with a high pitched whine and a flash.  

On the Surface

Captain Hannah Shepard waited in the massive hotel ballroom her son and his strange colleagues had commissioned for this occasion.  Her crew had been delighted with the shore leave to a planet so far removed, yet still with cities and a fair sized population.  Earlier that evening, she had arrived by shuttle to the hotel.  The commander of marines from the Orizaba had wished her good luck, still nervous she had declined their protection.  She scoffed at that.  She was in a civilian hotel in the far reaches of space, with the dreadnought’s full contingent easily within radio range.  Besides, her son was going to be here, and he was an N7 graduate and a Spectre, no less.  From what she’d heard, his new colleagues weren’t slouches, either.  

She was quite annoyed at her son, though.  He had been a hero, saved the Citadel from the Reapers (the Council may have denied they existed, but she knew better), only for his ship to be destroyed.  They said he died.  She went to his funeral.  Saw the empty coffin next to his dress uniform.  She cried, for her only son was dead. 

Then, two years later, reports came that he was alive.  Whispers that the first human Spectre was alive reached her ears.  He was present on the Citadel for the first meeting between the new galaxies.  He hadn’t said anything, and only recently sent her a message.  She smiled grimly to herself.  A mother’s fury was not something to be taken lightly.  Commander John Shepard was in trouble.

But that would have to wait.  For right now, more than anything else, she just wanted to see him again.  

The reserved ballroom was massive, with long tables set in the middle for such a large party.  A huge window, with elegant cross pieces in black metal, stretched overlooking the interior garden area of the hotel.  Quite a nice view.  The Vir family was here as well, having arrived by civilian shuttle.  She found it bizarre that no one else had arrived; after all, from what she had heard, there were nine of these people, were there not?  That was after she received the most peculiar message.

Captain Hannah Shepard

In regards to your obvious questions about the families of your son’s other co-workers, most of them don’t have any.  It’s just best that way.

Regards,

Miranda Lawson, Executive Officer, Normandy

Indeed.  Ms. Lawson is quite correct.  It’s best you don’t ask, in fact.

Sincerely, 

Captain Thomas Drake, Apocalypse

Drake, 

Stop intercepting our communications.

Lawson,

Why?  I know you’re doing the same thing with mine.

The Virs were quite nice, in fact.  At the moment, groups of Admiral Vir’s nieces and nephews were running about the room, absolutely delighted with the open spaces and elegant architecture.  She had spoken to the Admiral’s mother, and… well, they had much in common due to the nature of their son’s activities.  Speaking of which…

The wooden double doors of the ballroom’s main entrance swung open, to reveal one of the strangest groups of individuals she’d ever seen.  Vir’s brothers all turned and stared, some doing a better job at hiding it than others.  

Captain Shepard immediately recognized Vir, his face quite similar to that of his siblings.  An eyepatch covered one side of his head, something she hadn’t quite known about.  Of course, she recognized her son, who gave her a lopsided grin immediately upon sighting her.  The others, though… well.

There were four normal looking men, all dressed in suits or elegant combinations of coats and vests.  She did not know any of their names.  Two of them had the look of starship captains.  She’d recognize that anywhere.  One, a shorter black-haired man wore the look of a combat veteran.  Definitely some sort of marine.  Possibly special forces.  The last, a brown-haired man with heavy boots, wore a greatcoat, and took in everything with a slightly amazed look.  Don’t know what he is.  

The last three, though…  One, towering over most of his fellows, wore a massive black greatcoat and officer’s cap, extremely over-embroidered in gold lace.  Red gloves covered his hands, and a full chest of medals on his chest shone with carefully polished beauty.  She almost laughed at the epaulettes.  Almost.  It was then she noticed the symbol on his cap.  A double-headed golden eagle, wings outstretched.  Already, that symbol had become infamous throughout her galaxy.  The golden Aquilia of the Imperium of Man.  So this is an Imperial, and a high ranking one at that, it seems.  Interesting.  

The second was dressed in a knee length black coat, and wore elegant black boots and gloves.  Captain Shepard nevertheless noted that the boots were heavily armored and very possibly well-suited for combat.  This man looked at the room through clear blue eyes, calculating every individual within.  He tried to hide it, but she saw the subtle glint of something behind those icy blue orbs.  She’d been around long enough to know: this one is dangerous.  Maybe a merc of some sort.

The last put everyone else to shame in terms of sheer lethalness.  He was utterly massive, towering at least a full head over every other person in the room.  Apparently disdaining to wear anything formal for this occasion, he was dressed in a full suit of green combat armor.  A huge handgun rested at his side, and his head was covered by a helmet.  Captain Shepard felt eyes judging her from behind a visor of glinting gold.  He made no moves, simply standing, almost unmoving, at the back of the group, yet Captain Shepard somehow knew that he was by far the most lethal of them.  

“Hi, Mom,” said Commander Shepard, snapping her out of her thoughts.  He was everything she remembered.  Her son.  In the flesh.  With a swift motion, she stepped forward and enveloped him in a hug.  He returned it awkwardly at first, then hugged her back with fierce intensity.  IN the corner of her eye, Captain Shepard could see Vir’s parents doing the same.  Their colleagues looked on with amusement, or untraceable looks.  

“I’ll talk to you later,” she hissed in Commander Shepard’s ear.  The two mothers stepped forward as Vir’s siblings and their families watched.  The black coated man smiled softly.

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” he started without preamble.  “That’s how you know they love you,” he said to Admiral Vir and Commander Shepard.   He gave a low bow.  “I am Captain Thomas Drake, and I can say with absolute certainty we are all most pleased to meet all of you.”

And there we have it!  Like I said before, if you have any ideas or suggestions for this story line, I’d love to here them!  

[1949coupe]

From Social Security Works

Here’s how we know that the TRUST Act is total garbage: It uses the deficit created by programs without independent trust funds as an excuse to cut programs that do.

The military doesn’t have a trust fund, so we can spend nearly $700 billion annually without taking in dedicated revenue―but because Social Security and Medicare are directly financed by payroll contributions, Sen. Romney has his knives out for them.

Michael shared more about why there are fewer Democrats playing along with Mitt’s game this year―if you missed that email, check it out below.

Alex Lawson Social Security Works

[wexhappyxfew]

Landslide | Chapter 33 | No Room For My Emotions

"Feeling must have rendered her numb."

― Mary Lawson, Crow Lake 

Death could never get a grasp of what the young Agent was feeling - for centuries he wandered past souls with whom he could read as if they were an open book - and yet this woman was practically unreadable. Her movements, though valid and with reason, and extremely calculated, were never quite what was to be suspected of her. And each time it seemed she brought something new to the chess board, to the table if you will. 

One day she's shooting pistols and disarming Agent Mortem and the next she's throwing knives, and before that like some little War-machine programmed to kill as she scouts out exact locations in secret. It was rather remarkable and Death figured that by some chance, that was one of the reasons he remained so drawn to her all the time. Even if she didn't want a soul near her. 

[ read the rest on AO3 and Wattpad!]

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HELLO! happy landslide day!! :D exciting chapter for the day + longest one YET i believe! don’t count me on that but i do believe it is in fact at least one of the longest ones and one of my favorite so i truly hope you all enjoy. i hope everyone is having a lovely little day today and that with all the events of the day you are taking care of yourself, your mental health and keeping hydrated :) happy reading and enjoy!! <3

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[incorrect-heroes-of-velabri]

Lawson: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Aldora: I think you mean cards.

Lawson, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

[horacelawson]

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[veronica-lawson-phd]

[Lawson picks up one of her kitchen knives and gently pricks her finger on the blade. She then imbues the blood with her magic floating it delicately into the groves and the sealing rune. The blood settles in and the runes glow softly for a moment before settling again. A warm presence encapsulates the bracelet. ]

[Cal knows on Lawson's door, tugging down their sweater sleeve. They didn't want to give Lawson another problem to deal with, but they couldn't take the burning sensation forever.]

-@calaverage

[Lawson opens the door]

Oh Cal hey come on in!

[Lawson's living room is covered in papers. It looks like there are some documents that look like wills. The notebooks strewn about seem to be plans meant to kick into action upon her death. ]

@calaverage