#let's do this again shall we?

[keldae]

Fictober 2022: Day 1

Fandom: Star Wars: The Old Republic (KOTFE era) Prompt: “I chose you”. Warnings: none.

It wasn’t the way of the Sith to ask questions, especially not concerned questions – and especially not to their subordinates. But Darth Imperius had never been a typical Sith. It was one of the things that Lana Beniko admired about him, and one of the many reasons she had attached herself to him, rather than another, more traditional Sith. She watched as the younger human secured his office in his Kaas City residence, then looked over at her, dark eyes piercing. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Lana nodded. “I’m beyond certain, my lord.”

Imperius – Sorand – snorted and shook his head. “If we’re both about to do something incredibly reckless that will get us killed by Acina and her followers, I think we’re past the point of ‘my lord’, don’t you?”

“Sorry. Old habits are hard to break.” Lana offered a small smile. “Shara’s ready for us?”

“Waiting at the spaceport. My father will finish any remaining business left here before he follows us. Corey will come back and steal the Raven for me when the pursuit dies down a bit.” Sorand straightened up from his desk and ran a hand through his hair, dark strands escaping his ponytail and falling loose around his face. “I’m not about to order you to come with me, Lana – I know what the Empire means to you.”

And I know the Empire has never truly been home for you, Lana thought, but didn’t say that out loud. “I know,” she answered. “But my choices are to follow Acina and bow to Zakuul, or follow you and effect some true change in the galaxy. And I chose you.”

“Thank you, Lana. For everything.” Sorand came around the desk to set a hand on Lana’s shoulder and squeeze. “Your aid, to me personally over the last few years, and to my family, has been invaluable.”

“Of course.” Lana let herself smirk for a moment. “And there’s nobody else I’d rather commit treason with, or plot to rescue a notorious Jedi Master with, than you and your family.”

“And if anyone can defeat Arcann and his forces, it’s Xaja,” Sorand agreed. “But even she’ll need help.” He nodded once, then released Lana and lifted his helmet. Darth Imperius had entered this apartment hours ago – the man who left would be Rand Verhayc, an ordinary Mandalorian, and not somebody who would attract the attention of Sith Intelligence. By the time Empress Acina realized that Imperius had abandoned the Empire, it would be too late to do anything about it, if all went according to plan. “Let’s go. Our window of opportunity will close soon.”

“As always, I’m a step behind you,” Lana promised him as she followed him out of the apartment.

[zephyrchama]

(Obey Me! Belphegor and MC. The problem with naps.)

You were in trouble.

It had been several hours since you were able to move. Your legs were heavy, most likely numb. You wanted nothing more than to kick and stretch out your neglected muscles. The battery on your D.D.D. was running low.

Belphegor was deaf to the world, his nose buried in your naval with arms coiled around your waist. He was the world's clingiest lap blanket. Despite bending his knees, Belphegor's feet stuck out over the edge of the couch. You had tried fruitlessly over the hours to wake him, but things were getting dire.

You poked at his cheek. Slow and soft at first, but with increasing intensity until you reached a point where Leviathan himself would have recruited you for a button-mashing game.

"Belphie. Belphegor. Belphegor. Belphie. Belph. Belphegor. Hey!!"

You whacked his forehead with your D.D.D. There was no response. You sunk back into the couch cushions to create a bit of distance between your stomach and the demon's face. The next plan was to pinch his nose.

This was also futile. Belphegor clearly stopped inhaling and appeared fine, but such a length of time without breathing would cause brain damage in humans. It disturbed you. He was probably fine, being a demon and all. It was still concerning. You squeezed his nostrils until the excessive passage of time made you uncomfortable and let go. A couple of seconds went by before Belphegor breathed in with a loud snore. Any sense of relief was quickly and easily washed away by annoyance.

You groaned and leaned forward over the demon's head, placing your elbows on the edge of your knees to better cradle your face in your hands with despair. You balled your hands into fists, pressing them against your forehead, and let out a wail.

"Belphie, I'm begging you. Wake up."

Silence. You felt like you were going to explode.

"I have to pee."

You might as well have been talking to a large rock. The demon's weight on your lower stomach was not helping the situation. In an ideal world, you would have reached the bathroom over an hour ago. You leaned back once more and stared dismally at the sleeping figure in your lap. You were running out of options.

"Hear me, Denizens of Darkness. I am Master of Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth. Heed my call and do as I command. Get off of me!"

Wisps of magic curled up your arms, dancing across your neck and face. Its light made everything brighter. Traces of powerful energy - Belphegor's own energy - blew through your hair, whooshing past your ears. Belphegor was forcefully shifted into his demon form and rolled off the couch with all the grace of a baby chick learning to fly.

A deep rumble escaped his throat at the rude awakening. Belphegor lifted himself up in a daze. The fluff on his tail stood on edge as it swung turbulently from side to side. He clenched his jaw, barring his teeth menacingly. "What are you doing?"

You had already seized the chance to leap up. Only, your legs betrayed you. There was no strength to stand and you fumbled over onto Belphegor, colliding with his back. You both momentarily flailed on the ground.

"Explain yourself," he growled while you struggled to stand. Blips of magic were evaporating off your clothes, adding to the disorientation.

"Carry me!" you demanded. "That'll be faster, you've gotta carry me."

Even if you buckled your legs together to hold things in, you worried that wobbling down the hallway with jelly legs would be an impossible endeavor.

Belphegor looked at you the same way he would look at a diseased toad. With no context, he was wholly confused.

"I need the bathroom, now!" It was all you could think of. Magic started swirling at your wrists again as you began to chant, "Heed my words, in the name of the sorcerer..."

"Ok, ok! Wait!" Belphegor scrambled to his feet. He winced at the thought of being commanded again. His chest tightened, already afflicted by the start of your spell.

You had your knees locked together, digging your nails into your palm in a desperate attempt to hold your bladder in. It wasn't the best pose for being picked up. Belphegor did his best. He couldn't carry you in the elegant, suave manner he liked to dream about. Instead, he held you with both arms like an oversized bag of potatoes.

"Go, go, go!" Time was of the essence. He was slow to get a move on, so you beat on his shoulder with your fist. "This is all your fault!"

Belphegor blew a strand of hair out of his face. His expression was a sour frown. He was still cranky from being woken up. "Fine. Just hang on."

You don't get to see the demons use their abilities often. They like to play human in front of you. Unfortunately, with your head buried in Belphegor's hoodie and your mind occupied with other worries, you did not have the luxury to admire the way he bounded through the house with hardly perceptible speed. In just a few quick steps, not even five seconds later, you had arrived at your long-awaited destination.

You rolled out of Belphegor's arms and hastily slammed the door shut in the confused demon's face.

The Avatar of Sloth skulked across the hall to lean against the wall opposite the bathroom door. Now alone with his thoughts, he had ample time to get his mind in order and plan out exactly how to get revenge when you came back out.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.

[hella1975]

it's been pointed out on here before that a lot of terf arguments are actually rooted in sexist idealology that feminists fought and died to unnormalise decades ago and that's its own kettle of fish but one thing i also find very frustrating about this so called 'radical' feminism is that it's so... defeatist? like the moment you categorically label an entire section of society as Bad and Inherently Evil then there's also the implication that nothing can be done about it, and it completely takes all accountability away. saying all men are evil is just another way of saying boys will be boys. he raped her because he's a man. he hit her because he's a man. he didn't listen because he's a man - it's almost offensively oversimplified. there's no point trying to fix this issue in society because men are just Like That, okay! so now what? it's not like they're going anywhere, so you just accept that 50% of the population are evil and will forever treat you terribly and there's nothing to be done about it bc they're biologically predisposed to it? like is that fr the argument here? you're soooo radical for that

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[esmes]

i'd be twice the wife she was 🎥 @theriddletrades

[ssomepersonn]

whoag.....it's the heads of the agency....

[halfdent]

them them them !

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

just finished el mundo gira and i thought it was like. comically bad. sorry to any el mundo gira stans, but tomorrow's writeup will have some hater energy.

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

okay, please do one more of the tired Marty and the group of Doc’s….PLEASE

Ask and you shall receive. I hope this silly thing shall suffice :)

Transcription and details under cut

The transcription for my terrible handwriting -

(@ the garage)

Doc: Marty! I came as soon as I-

Doc (cont.): -could.

Marty: Your turn.

(Arrows: Half Asleep, On Fire (literally), covered in soot)

(Fun fact! Not a single party of Marty’s current state (aside from the lack of sleep) is the Docs’ fault! Good ol’ McFly luck strikes again!)

THUD

Docs: MARTY!

So this came to me in a dream today and well it works so behold. This is about an hour after the initial phone call thanks to Jules and Verne asking many questions as Doc was trying to leave and he’d rather they not follow him this time. As for what I mean by the McFly luck- Marty and his ancestors are extremely unlucky. Let’s be honest. To some degree all of them have either directly been unlucky or had their choices result in mild to severe disaster. In this instance specifically it means while trying to move from point A to point B Marty fell half asleep, tripped, knocked a dustpan of ash onto himself, somehow lit himself on fire, and damn near collapsed onto the doorframe. Someone force this kid to take a nap. Please.

[flyingfabio]

[captainsavre]

Ok so, it’s time to finally get into business… enough of all this laziness 🤭🤦🏻‍♀️ Starting today I’ll be diving into Station 19 hashtag and you should expect lots of reblogs, likes and comments these next few days. I have almost three months of content to catch up on so bear with me 🤭🥹

I will also be posting some of my videos, pics and memories from the cons along the way and probably start editing and giffing again too, so yeah I guess now I’m definitely back 😊🫶🏼

[declawedwildcat]

I should not be spending time on this im never gonna use it

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Seth (Alt au) wearing a Hooters outfit would be funny I think.

You have no clue of what you have brought into the world

I hope you know this is one of the most cursed drawings I've made since joining the TMC fandom.

[e77y]

It is so cold on this goddamn bus. Please. Help

[readingwriter92]

Doing my own first semi attempt at NaNoWriMo in which I aim to do 50k but mostly just get a handful of stories I have been trying to write finished. Keeping this thread for accountability and motivation

Day 1:

Stories finished: 0

Word count: 622

Total: 622