#not a ship I will eat kneecaps

[realreadysetrose]

Monitoring you, like Machines do

[puppyeared]

macaque is an alpha gamer

(please reblog this it took me 7 hours)

[ferelbasta]

My gf @feltmanor and I recently beat the Paper Mario The Thousand Year Door remake and OMFG I WAS CRYING AT THE END FROM HOW MUCH I LOVED IT 🥺

Seriously I can’t believe this remake wasn’t made by fans, how much polish and detail there is and the quality of life updates! This easily became game of the year for my gf, and for me it reminded me just how much I adore a certain “freak” in a sheet, I’m talking about Doopliss uvu

I never had this game as a kid and only discovered the games when I was in my early teens, I discovered Doopliss when I found a comic about him being made over on deviantART, it was about him having partners of his own and going on his very own adventure! This ofc engrossed me and I read every page that was available at the time, sadly the artist behind this comic never finished it and hasn’t touched it in… so many years… I actually remember asking if I could continue it a few years after she stopped and yet she wanted to give it another try at making the comic… though nothing became of this… cut to now and I’ve fallen right back in love with this lil guy after encountering him in game and seeing all new art of him 🥹

I remember during the time I was really into paper Mario after playing super paper Mario and watching videos about it that I tried to take a crack at creating a story for Doopliss, I used at least two characters this person made for her old comic and added known characters from the PM world. I only ever made stand alone art pieces back then and never got into an actual story… until everything came flooding back when I played the remake of TTYD. I’m not going to go into detail on what this new adventure will be about but I’ll just say it incorporates some stuff from my old ideas and a few characters from that old comic I discovered ( I’m sure the artist wouldn’t mind that I’d use these old characters since the comic is abandoned to my knowledge but I’ll see if I can ask her first ).

NOW to these doodles! :’D (spoiler talk under the cut )

My gf actually requested me to draw some Doopliss doodles and ofc I happily obliged. It’s been literal years since I last drew this lil baby boy and just seeing him makes me so damn happy 🥹❤️ also this is the first time I’ve ever drawn Flurrie! Tbh I thought I’d fuck her up but I’m kinda happy with how she turned out c: Now since Doopliss does join Flurrie in the acting business in the end of the game I see the two start bonding over the years they work with each other. I see about five or so years passing by after the events of TTYD and I see Flurrie acting as a motherly figure to Doopliss, since I see him being rather young mentally, like around 14 to 15 years old, his bio age I got nothin on since idk how duplighosts age >>;; plus I got ideas for his parents and he hasn’t really seen/been with his real mom in a rather long time.. so I thought it’d be cute and sweet for Flurrie to do this <:3

( also that chicken doodle is a reference to this post )

[dragonpaint]

not me and my department getting scrubbed for things that aren't our responsibility after we've done our work correctly 🥴🤭

[gloriaglorheart]

Pickles and Burgers FanFic

Ship: Alpheratz x AT!Gloria (not officially together) Summary: Inspired by that "They asked for no pickles" meme but changed up! Here is what would happen if they got something they asked for none of in their food but got it anyways.

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“That will be all.” Gloria and Alpheratz decided to spend lunch at a fast food place. This one opened up recently and has dragged in lots of attention due to their food accommodations. Gloria was happy about this due to being vegetarian. The two were mainly at this place as a place to eat on the way to their mission they were on, they had time beforehand to eat however. Alpheratz was the one ordering the food, due to him being the one who is paying…. due to refusing to let Gloria pay, but also since Gloria struggles with ordering food at any places they eat at. She sat at an empty table, watching him order. Soon he walked over and sat at the table across from her. It was a small table, so they were able to adjust their chairs to sit more close to each other. “So,” Alpheratz started, “How’s the smell?” Gloria closes her eyes and takes a whiff of the air, being able to smell the food being made from in the back. She normally preferred places where she can smell how good the food was, since it allowed her to get an idea of how much she’d be able to like the taste just from the smell. Alpheratz knew this. “It smells great in here!” He softly smiled, happy to hear it. Gloria soon starts bringing up small talk to pass the time. 

“I had to stop Pollux from biting Sirius’s kneecaps today.”

Alpheratz’s eyes widened, “Huh? What happened that made the little boy get aggressive enough to attempt that?” Gloria sighed, “Well you see, Sirius cleaned Pollux’s fabrics, but put the whites and reds together…. As a prank….”

He tries to hide a chuckle, “He…. why do that for a prank?” Gloria shrugged, “Just made Pollux really pissed since he takes anything involving fabric and sewing VERY seriously. I’m pretty sure he considers that a death wish.” Alpheratz breaks into laughter. Gloria couldn't help but chuckle with him, she enjoyed his laugh a lot. The way he looked so happy as he did. She faintly blushes as she stops staring, not wanting him to see her stare so much. He noticed, he just chose not to say anything, but it certainly made his heart flutter with the way she looked at him.

After a white, their food was ready. Alpheratz got up to go get the tray their food was on.

Once back, both of them started to unwrap their burgers. Gloria was slurping down on her soda as she noticed Alpheratz opening his burger. She tilts her head, “What are you doing?” “They put pickles in my burger when I had requested for them not to. So I’m picking them out.”

She blinks, “Oh. Do you not like pickles?” He chuckles, “It’s not like that, I just prefer to have them in other ways due to their flavoring.” She nods, her hand then reaches forward, “Then may I have them? I love pickles!!”

Alpheratz picks one up and holds it to her mouth, “Say ahh~!” Gloria blushes as she takes a bit to process what’s happening. He does this often, yet it always catches her by surprise. 

Gloria opens her mouth and eats the pickles from his fingers, licking his fingertips in the process. Alpheratz faintly blushes when he feels her tongue on his fingers, sending a shiver down his spine. He shyly chuckles, “Good girl~! Now say aah again~!” Her blush slowly increased from what he called her, but she did what he wanted. 

It was now a cycle of him feeding her his pickles.

She licks her lips after she finishes eating his pickles, savoring the taste. Alpheratz chuckles, “You really do love pickles~!” She nods as she unwraps her vegetarian burger, “Yeah! I love the taste of them! It’s so-” Looking at the side of her burger…. she sees something that she despises with a burning passion. DAMN IT!!! AVOCADO!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!Noticing how sad and discussed she looks now, Alpheratz blinks, worried, “Is something wrong?” She whimpered, “They put avocado in my burger despite I requested for them not to….”

He straightens up in his seat, “Let’s go tell them so they can redo it.” He didn’t want her to eat something she hated, especially since she had a difficult time eating to begin with. She sadly shook her head, “No…. It’s fine.” She really didn’t want to bother the people who made it, and he can see it. 

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” Alpheratz takes her burger and walks to the counter. Gloria tried to stop him, “W-wait! Alpheratz!” She failed.

She nervously sat there, sipping on her soda and eating her french fries as she waited for him to come back.

Alpheratz soon returns to his seat with a new burger wrapped up in his hands, “So it turned out, they accidentally gave you someone else’s order. Here is your actual order.” Her eyes widened as she slowly grabbed the burger he brought back, unwrapping it and seeing no avocado. “A… Alphy,” She looks at him, shyly smiling, “You didn’t have to do that, I thought you would have found it bothersome!” Alpheratz shrugged, “Oh it was bothersome! But…”

He soon averted his gaze as he blushed, muttering to himself “.... you are worth the bother…”

Gloria was able to hear it in the end, making her smile wide and blush hard. She giggles, “Aww~! Look at you and your caring heart~!” Alpheratz blushes more, “Yeah yeah…. Now shush and eat your lunch… geez!” He sounded annoyed, but there was a hint of happiness in his voice. This put her in a massively good mood.

And so as she ate her burger, it tasted a lot better than expected. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Also here are these fun screenshots from the server in regards to the fic!!

[coarsely]

Find the word tag

Many thanks to @borisyvain for tagging me! My words were never, dog, burn and either!

For never, we visit Imperator V, who misses his Catholicism Assigned Chastity Belt™ dearly.

It has only been two weeks since he left the Temple of Eden and with it his Imperator’s mask, Imperator’s regalia, Imperator’s weaponry. They’d even taken off the mouthguard that kept him from eating anything unsanctioned, the belt that made it awkward to use the bathroom but kept him from committing any sins of the flesh, were he to be so tempted. It’s the longest time he’s ever spent out of it, and the absence is still felt keenly along his groin and hips, where it ought to be, a phantom of what he is, what awaits him when he returns to his city. He looks forward to the return. He feels too exposed, in this half-mask that leaves the bridge of his nose and his eyes exposed and digs a little too tight into his cheekbones, exposed without the thing of metal to keep him chaste. It was never a risk that he would be anything other than chaste, but the confirmation of the belt was comforting. The only other times before when it was taken off had been the standard resizing that had to be done as he grew from adolescence into an adult, and the occasional times for health checkups that every Imperator dreaded but knew was necessary to keep them in fighting standard.

Dog was weirdly hard to find, but I found one in a Diomede snippet.

For a moment, the two stand there, lonely inky shapes in a mostly-unseen basin of partial marsh-land. Nothing to hear but wind, and distant sounds of man and steed breathing in heavy synchronisation. Clearer, the howl comes. It’s a sound he knows well, but never before have the echoes of wolves and wild dogs in the distance made something like dread drop into his stomach. Goosebumps prickle like a rash across his arms and back. The leather strap he holds digs into his palm, becoming warm and clammy with his sweat.

Burn comes again from another Imperator V snippet, of course from the car that explodes, although funnily enough its use here isn't for the car.

Sharply coming into view, he can start to see the sparks of flame licking all around the vehicle, engulfed, the pockets of embers that fly around like passengers throwing themselves off a sinking ship. The air is so frigid that his lungs burn from exertion far easier than they would normally, but V doesn’t slow down, not even when his ill-fitting mask starts to become dislodged from his face, a second skin starting to shed. He only starts to slow when he is mere feet away, as glass that shattered from the windows crunches underfoot, staring at the warped chassis of metal from the impact it had, somehow having partially overturned.

Either comes from an area of the world I haven't spoken on here too much, featuring Nicolau and the rest of the Shimmerfolk, the cyborgs/androids of Nod.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust her. He does. Implicitly. They had to trust in each other, because they could trust nobody else. It was the foundation on which their people worked. Trust, blind faith in one another. It’s not that he doesn’t trust himself, either. He knows his body, or most of it–the micro-cables that run through his body in place of blood vessels, the titanium skeleton that mimics human bones, the processors in his cranium and ribcage where organs might be, the synthetic plastic wrap simulating soft organic flesh that covers these and hides them from sight. He knows the reinforced joints along his kneecaps, capable of drops up to 175 feet. He knows his body will automatically run a self-repair protocol if the fall exceeds that. He knows that death is not a certainty but a suggestion for him, that even if his body cannot self-repair sufficiently, so long as he stays out of the moss his body can be recovered and fixed.

I'm tagging @bebewrites, @words-after-midnight, @spideronthesun, @moonandris, @elvain and @digital-chance, as well as you! If you want to 😉 Your words are require, fasten, debris and humid. Bonus points if you have archaic in there!

[graylinesspam]

Ahsoka might have been able to call her master almost kind. He was softer somehow than his own master or any other sith she'd ever met. He genuinely liked her. He picked her for companionship more than anything. To have an apprentice meant he wasn't alone. He enjoyed her company.

But no sith was ever really kind. His softness was more smooth. Like the polished side of a rough stone. But he was a sith all the same. And she would be too.

Though her master took no sick enjoyment from the pain or the torture, he knew it was necessary. The path to the dark side was a hard and scarring road. And Ahsoka must suffer to grow.

He'd been helping her develop the neglected sides of her self. The emotional side. The instinctual side. The dark side.

He's encouraged her to return to a more natural, feral version of herself. To embrace the Hunter she could have been if the circumstances of her upbringing had been different.

She's stalked across craggy cliffsides and glades of tall grass to track her prey. Setting herself into position to strike. Catching prey in her bare hands, rending flesh with her teeth. Drinking the blood and savoring the fresh meat of her kills.

Returning the feathers or the fangs or claws to her masters waiting hand. The blood smeared across her body only making her more similar to him.

It's barely two months into her apprenticeship that he decides it is time for her to kill a sentient. She'd killed before. In self-defense and the defense of others. But this will be different. This kill will be emotional and messy. Wrought with the trapping of the dark side. It will be excessive, unnecessary, unjustifiable.

They choose a victim. Young and Togruta. Resembling Ahsoka herself. She's sure there's symbolism in there. Her master is fond of the dramatics. They choose Mustafa as their hunting ground.

He was trained there. Forged there. Steeped in the dark side. And she will be too.

Her master drags the prey out by their bindings and tosses them to the ground. The hot rancid air already making their eyes water. He releases their bindings and the frightened Togruta immediately staggers to their feet running away, right into the molten toxic lava flats.

"You have your respiratory?" he asks as she exits the ship finally.

"Yes master."

He nods in approval, the moment of care gone as quickly as it came.

"Take your shoes off, apprentice. Become one with the dark side as you learn to stalk through it."

She immediately complies, throwing aside her boots her bare feet making contact with the scorching ground. Even a few moments of contact hurt.

"Go. Bring me their fangs."

"I will not fail you master." she promises. She darts quickly after her prey. Their trail obvious in the usually baren soil. Only heat vents break up the monotony of the ground.

Heat burns through the soles of her feet. Within minutes she's in agony. Pain radiating up to her kneecaps with the heat.

Still, she follows her senses through clouds of toxic gas watching her prey as they sense her back. Clumsily they change direction, trying to lose her in the confusing fog.

Ahsoka allows them to run. To stagger and trip and wear themselves down as she stalks slow circles around them. Their breath grows more ragged as the gas eats away at their throat. Their panic increases as the hallucinations start.

They scream as they fight against a hunter who hasn't even stepped from the shadows yet. Only the occasional gleam of Ahsoka's eyes give her position away. Like a phantom in the smoke. But she might as well be everywhere. Already on them, already sinking her teeth in.

When they've rumbled through the rocks and burned their flesh open on the exhaust of a vent, Ahsoka finishes them. Pity heavy in her heart. Joy too. Pain. Regret. Satisfaction. Relief.

She isn't brutal in her execution, and neither is she efficient. Their death is simply that. Death. Not Ahsoka's first murder. But the first one she won't explain away to herself. She didn't have to. She wanted to.

She tips their head back digging her fingers into strong young gums and clawing away until she retrieves her prize. Two snarling fangs.

When she returns to her master the soles of her feet have burned away the flesh open and vulnerable and packed with dirt. The pain is intense. But she does not falter. She placed two blood fangs into the center of his blood-red hand and retreats to the medbay for treatment.

When her feet heal the rough scar tissue is like armor protecting her far better than her soft flesh had.

That's symbolism too she supposes. Vulnerability cauterized with pain and suffering, leaving her callused and stronger.

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@holding-hands-and-hearts

[zevzevarainai]

For that character ask: Astarion :)

How I feel about this character

I adore that little cringefail vampire. He genuinely makes me laugh out loud. I do have to ignore the fandom to love him, but I get it done.

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All the people I ship romantically with this character

if we bein' honest i ship him with my tav Davvoril. he's a half-drow druid. he's a little goth. on all levels including the physical, he is wolf. but also sometimes a raven or a cat. or dinosaur. etc. he likes laying in the mud and eating weeds and it drives astarion up the wall.

that's pretty much it otherwise i can see the appeal of blood/weave

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My non-romantic OTP for this character

He and Karlach are besties even if he would never admit it I love their dialogue

I also love some platonic besties with tav especially if you play as a mostly-do-gooder tav because it's so funny. This is how it was my first playthrough. They're like. Come on, Astarion; you are having a healing journey whether you like it or not! He is screaming like a cat forced in the bathtub.

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My unpopular opinion about this character

Okay I have two hot-ass takes. There are more, but let's just focus on these two.

1) I just talked about this in tags somewhere but my biggest issue is people taking the conventionally attractive sexually traumatized character and either A) oversexualizing him or B) infantizing him and completely ignoring his sexuality. Option A definitely makes me more uncomfortable than B. I don't think people understand that there is a middle ground. Astarion is very well-written but he is a magnet for people who don't have media-literacy and/or don't bother to try to look deeper. 2) I've been waiting for an excuse to say this one because people may come for my throat but. Imagine we took bg3 and everything was the same way it is except Wyll and Astarion switched character models and VAs (so Astarion looks and sounds like Wyll and vice versa). Okay, have that image in your head? Cool. Anyway, the fandom would be drooling over Wyll and treat Astarion like shit (as they do Wyll now).

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One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Some come to mind for the other companions, but not really for Astarion. I mean... I guess I wish he would get over his gnome/short race fantasy racism by act 3... sometimes things come out of that man's mouth and I'm like wow you really were locked up for two centuries, huh? I started a durge halfling and he was like 'I'm usually not impressed with people of your stature...' she can and will eat your kneecaps buddy

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 225

Quick pop in to update this week’s chapter... I don’t know how I managed to time this for Feb 14th, but somehow that happened. One last little bit of fluff for everyone.

Thank you @baelpenrose for reminding me to post *facepalm*.

Somehow, the scheduling deities had aligned, and not only one but both of my partners were cuddled up with me in bed.  We had managed to get off work at the same time, be home at the same time, and even eat dinner at the same time. All in one night.

“This is nice,” Maverick muttered while I rubbed his scalp with my fingertips.

Conor nodded, his chin rubbing against the top of my head. “Doesn’t happen often. Less these days.”

“It’ll hopefully be better when I retire,” I sighed. Flexing my feet one at a time, I wiggled my toes happily under the nest of blankets. “Can’t believe I’m talking about retiring, though.”

Maverick snorted and lifted his head for a moment to give me A Look. “Speak for yourself, Super Woman. I feel like just being on this ship has been an entire lifetime.  Most mornings, I’m surprised I’m not going grey or don’t wake up with a face full of wrinkles.”

“Anti geriatrics for the win, I guess.” My nose wrinkled. “Plus food and clean water on demand. I’m in better shape now than I’ve been in my entire life.” Gently, Conor and Maverick each teasingly pinched a hip. “Hey! I said in better shape, not thinner!”

Maverick yanked up his shirt and poked the slight pudge he had developed. He was absurdly proud of it. “I didn’t think I’d ever be at a healthy weight, honestly.”

We both looked up at Conor, who went wide-eyed. “Don’t look at me like that! I’ve always been like this!”

Softly, like we were too scared to break the moment - even though we were the only people in our quarters - we all three laughed. “I know,” I admitted, squeezing him around the waist. “It’s not a bad thing.  Although, it was really considerate of you to wear clean clothes more often once you started living with other people.”

“They weren’t dirty! They were stained!” he objected.

“It’s pronounced ‘stinky’,” Maverick rebutted. “Everything you owned smelled like chemicals.”

I nodded in agreement, setting off another groan. “I work around chemicals all day! What did you expect?”

“So do I, but I never smelled like it,” Maverick pointed out.

“This is true,” I confirmed before something struck me. “Hey.” I glanced up at Conor’s face again. “When I was in the hospital after I was attacked, and you were doing your best impression of Lyric - “

“May her soul rest in eternity,” Conor interrupted.

“May she rest in eternity,” I agreed. “You didn’t smell like anything except you.”

He wrinkled his face. “You don’t remember it clearly. You had nearly died.” The hand he had around my shoulder tightened, just like the one Maverick had over my kneecap did. “I hadn’t bathed in days. Your sister was about to start dumping water over me from the smell.”

“But that’s just it,” I insisted. “I didn’t say you didn’t stink - I could tell none of us had bathed in forever, once the packing was out of my face. But you just smelled like a guy who hadn’t bathed in a few days. You didn’t smell like oil, or grease remover, or chemical fertilizer….”

“Oh,” he realized softly. “That.” My head shifted against his shoulder as he reached up to rub his head.

Oh my gods, he was embarrassed.

It was adorable.

“Your sister may have - probably - definitely…” He muttered something quickly while coughing.

Maverick and I laughed, and a long fingered hand with bitten cuticles reached up to poke Conor’s chest. “Come on big guy, no shame in here. Blankets of confidentiality, remember the rule?”

I felt like I was body surfing over a small wave as Conor inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Tyche threw the largest set of scrubs she could find at me and told me that if I was going to stink up the corridor in the med bay, to at least not smell like scat.”

“Scat?” Maverick asked.

I ducked my head down and mouthed the meaning at him, eliciting a silent look of realization.

Conor continued. “Yeah. Apparently, even the ship and Noah couldn’t scrub all of it away.”

“Nitrogen is a chemical,” I confirmed quietly. “They only scrub bio waste, usually.”

“Isn’t fertilizer - “

“It was artificial,” I cut off with a smile, tapping a finger against Mav’s cheekbones. “As you are well aware. Nitrogen mixed with some other wretched stuff.”

“I will have you both know that your tomatoes and green onions love that wretched stuff.”

“We know, we know,” we whined in unison. This was far from a new conversation.

Silence fell for a moment, and I must have sighed or something, because Conor jostled my shoulder gently. “Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been out of it for the past few days.”

“The poll went live,” I admitted. “And I feel like an ass because I don’t want to wade through a ton of submissions, even though they are to avoid a life-ending action against another group.”

“Aren’t there filters or something to narrow the submissions down?” Maverick asked. “That seems like something we should be able to do.”

“We’re only giving them a week,” I pointed out. “So we aren’t expecting perfect academic or business proposals. My team is going to be scanning mostly for comprehensibility.”

Conor lifted his head up to get my attention, and once he had it, he made what sounded like a desperately good point. “Shouldn’t my team be doing that? Or Mav’s?”

I felt Maverick nod against my leg in agreement, and in that moment my heart swelled with love for both of them. “I thought so, too,” I admitted. “But it was pointed out that we don’t have to scan it for technical accuracy, just for compositional.”

“Oh,” Conor answered softly. “That makes a sort of sense.”

Mav nodded against my leg again. “Don’t have to understand the words to know if they are wording correctly.”

I snapped my fingers and tapped his shoulder. “Exactly.  So keep that in mind when you two submit whatever crazy idea you come up with.”

Both of them shook their heads against me before Conor spoke. “We’re not submitting anything, love.”

My face cramped as I scrunched it, and Maverick groaned as I sat up and crossed my legs under the blankets. “Seriously?” I hopped on my butt to turn so I could see them both. “You two hate the idea.”

“So do you,” Maverick pointed out. “You talk in your sleep about it, literally grinding your teeth and thrashing in the bed over it. If it isn’t flashbacks to Charly’s call with Ix’al and Brol, it’s begging people to come up with something, anything better instead of just complaining.”

“And we’ve tried,” Conor sighed. “Galaxy knows we’ve tried. And at the end of the day, we can’t think of anything that will keep our information from getting contaminated long enough to work. So Maverick has been helping pack in the Archives - ”

“Turns out being incredibly particular is a trait both Alistair and Archivist Georgette appreciate.”  The interruption was lofty, but came with a wink.

“And I finally managed to land Jokul on his arse. Twice.” Before I could reach for them, he held up both hands, showing me the backs to prove he’d had his hands healed diligently.

“Oh.” I blinked a few times. “You didn’t have to….you know that right?”

Mav grabbed one of my ankles through the blankets and tugged me playfully so he could lay on my leg again. “We don’t have to do anything except live and die. But we love you, so we wanted to try.  And like you said, we aren’t exactly thrilled with the scorched earth approach.”

Conor pulled me against him and tucked my head back under his chin. “It’s put up or shut up time. And we’ve realized all we can do is shut up. There’s no shame in that, love.  Now get some sleep before I have to get one of Noah’s concoctions.”

I faked a shudder. “Sleep, yes. Will do.”

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[cuprohastes]

Starfield!

OK I've been playing the heck out of this and I have some thoughts. Under the cut.

TL:DR - I'm enjoying it a whole lot.

OK, this is a very Bethesda game. I mean you can see the Fallout 4 DNA, and it's distant ancestor, Skyrim.

And there's some classic bugs: Putting your super rare and cool looking space suit on the Armoury Mannekin is great. And if you change the least amount of your ship it will vanish forever.

Not all your very cool, upgraded weapons will stick around. They'll just show up missing. The tutorials on navigation or ship building appear to be 100% missing. The speech challenge is... hilariously crap and badly explained

But... but...

Out of days of play that's pretty much the only issues I've had, apart from 'Oh dear god I'm over encumbered AGAIN?!' Because for some reason, Bethesda thought that an upper limit of 150KG before buffs or perks or suit mods was acceptable. I mean... OK. It probably is, but given most of your income is hauling gently used equipment and other goodies back to your ship and flogging it off for space bottlecaps septims dollars, it can get really annoying that while carrying the equivalent of two adult humans, you can only sprint for a little bit.

Unless you get your robot butler to pick up the load, but say goodbye to stealth play because at the merest hint of Bad Guy activity, it'll sprint into the thick of things yelling about how it's not programmed for combat, DIE SQUISHY HUMAN RARG RARG PUNCH KICK TWIRL... yes dude, please back off so I can fire this proton canon into that bad person's kneecaps.

I mean you can just park it and say 'wait here'. You even get a quest and marker to find it again if you forget.

But it's a very mellow game. Yes it is super easy to make the game spawn a couple of loot dungeons. But have you tried going to Mars where the horrible grimy mine is... staffed by fairly happy and content miners who are not being exploited, and where you can pick up a mission to put up posters so that people will feel happier? OR that fetch quest designed to get you visiting other locations on behalf of the comic book fan? What about the first faction you meet who won a war but who's citizens were so horrified by it that they formed a working peace with their erstwhile opponents, and admit, yeah, the enetire thing was their fault: Let's rebuild and be better people.

They have a museum where they have a display explaining 'We won but when we asked AITA, the answer was Yes.'

And then you can go sit in the park and eat meatloaf. Maybe build your own colony and put up Space Frog, the Frog from Space posters. Start a garden. Get eaten by a Terrormorph

But you want to be a pirate, a smuggler, a Space Cop, A Ranger, a spy, a bounty hunter, a collections agent or a freelance bad-guy murderer? Oh yeah that for SURE is a bunch of things that you are basically offered right away, and that's not even the main plot. These are fun sub plots. This is a way to rack up XP and bank the hilariously small amount of money it takes to re-build your ship into the space Winnebago of your dreams.

How's that work?

OK you have a space winnebago. Cockpit at the front, mobile home in the middle, then a bunch of engines and pew-pew sticks. Porch on the belly and buncha legs to stand on.

You can swap the middle part - Bed n' kitchen, science room, workshop, infirmary, armoury, captains quarters, living quarters, a couple of other options.

Want more? Well... click a second unit on. Or a long version. Or some passages. Hell, make a star destroyer with every type of room and cover it with engines and lasers and storage units.

You just need to be able to train up to get the reactor to power it all. The good news is that you can absolutely hire staff to run all your systems and have ship with a crew, and a companion who'll happily tag along and provide banter. Or solo it all.

And so far there's no Preston Garvey.

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 30:  When Will They be Back?

After my shift that night, when I got home, Din was getting the Cutless ready to go.  I got off my speeder and walked to them.  “Do you need any help?”  I asked him.

“We are good, thank you.”  We walked on board, and I strapped Grogu in his little seat.

I leaned down to his level.  “Now, you be good for your dad, you hear me?  Do what he says and be safe.”  I kissed the top of his wrinkled head and stood straight up.  Turning around, Din was right behind me.  I patted his helmet and said, “Now, you be good too!  You listen to the kid!”  Now smirking, I leaned in and gave him a hug.

“Cute.”

“Aw, I’m just joking.  Remember, when you are here, you can be a little more laid back, if you want to.”

He sighed and nodded his head.  I kept holding onto him tight.  I realized how I didn’t really want them to go, but it would be good for all of us.  To have our own spaces.  I had a quick little moment where I felt Grogu reaching out to me, so I turned back to him.  “Don’t worry buddy.  I’ll still be here when you get back.  I promise.”

His ears moved up and a little noise came out.

“Ok, we need to take off now.”  He took my hand, reached up to his helmet with the other hand and pulled my hand under it to kiss it.  For some reason, that was such a sweet sentiment to me.  It just had me smiling as I walked off the ship.  I stopped though, and quickly stepped back in. 

“Hey, can I fly the Starfighter?”

“No.”  And just like that, he closed the ramp.  I stepped back a few steps as they took off.  Waiting a few minutes later, I realized how quiet it was there by myself.  There was something soothing about it. 

I was going to sleep on the sofa like I had been, but Din’s cot, slash bed was now available. So, I walked over to try it out.

“Ok, the floor would be more comfortable than this.”  I went back to my sofa and fell asleep.

About a week went by with the same daily routine of working, eating, shopping, sitting on the porch and tooling around the city area.  Now that I’m there every night, it wasn’t so appealing and exciting, but it was still something to do.  I started to become restless.  They should be home soon, I was thinking.

When I saw Greef day, I asked to use his projected comm to reach out to Din, to see when he was coming back.  He said that was fine.  I went to a private room, closed the door, and tried to contact him.  It was silent.  I made sure I had the ship’s code down correctly, and it was.  I knew he could be just going through a spotted area, or not even be in the ship.  So, I gave up and sped home.

When I got back, the Cutless was there already.  My heart started racing and I felt so giddy to see them!  I jumped off the speeder and jogged into the cabin.  Din was sitting on the ground, his leg looked like it had been mangled by some kind of beast.  I quickly looked around for Grogu who was sleeping in his cot.  I ran down to him.

“What happened?  Are you ok?”  It appeared his injury was around his kneecap and wrapped around the backside of his leg higher close to his thigh.  It was a thin wound, but deep.

“I’m fine.  Can you grab some gauze so I can stop this bleeding please?”

“Sure!”  I popped up and grabbed gauze and the spray. 

Starting to open the spray bottle, his hand reached out, and grabbed my wrist.  “No, none of that.  We need to save that.”

“For what?  Something worse?”

“You don’t understand, the kid has healed most of this already.  I just need to stop the bleeding until he wakes up again so he can finish.  I’ll be fine like this for a while.”

“What do you mean the kid has healed you?  With his powers?”

“Yes, but this was a horrible wound, and it took everything out of him to get it to this and help land the ship.  It takes a toll on him.”  He looked over at the sleeping baby.  I sighed, wanting to do more, but realizing this was it.

“Can I at least help you up so you’re not laying on the floor?”

“Thank you.”  He said reaching out and arm.  I grabbed it with both hands and pulled hard.  Then I fell backward.

“All this stupid beskar is weighing you down, Din.  Can we take some off, not all of it, but some so I can get you on your feet?”  He signed again. 

“Ok, but don’t call beskar stupid.  It saved my life.”  We removed his armor on his shins, thighs, and pelvic cover.  I grabbed his arm one more time and I finally got him to his feet.  He put an arm over my shoulder, and I helped him walk to his bed.  He still felt like he weighed a ton.  He sat down and I lifted the hurt leg on the bed to elevate it.

“Are you comfortable?  Do you need anything else?”  He shook his head no.  “Hey, talk to me.  Needing something isn’t a sign of weakness, you know.”

“I’ll just feel better when Grogu regains his strength.”

“Do you want another pillow or something?  Your bed is absolutely the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever sat on.  I was going to sleep there and instantly decided against it.”  I said chuckling.

“My bed is just fine.  But yes, can you grab another pillow or blanket and prop my leg up on it so it’s a little higher.  I’ll just lay back then and rest.”  He removed his jetpack as he laid back down.

“Ok.”  I went to go get what he wanted.  Or I thought so.  Where are the extra blankets and pillows?  I know I put them somewhere.  “Oh, they are hanging outside from washing them.  They should be good now.  I walked outside and grabbed everything hanging and threw it onto the sofa to sort out later.  I grabbed a pillow and blanket.  Din was lying down now, barely moving.  “I’m just going to put this under your leg,” I whispered, afraid he would startle and kick me or something. 

He made a hmmmm, noise, so I figured it was ok.  After I propped it up, I took a step back to see if maybe he needed something else.  I removed his boots while he lay there so he could be more comfortable, I thought.

After I settled him, I went over to Grogu, who was in a deep sleep.  Realizing how tired I was from just getting off a shift, I put away the stuff I threw on the sofa, laid down and slept as well.

[samuraiko]

With fcg recently gifting Chetney a wooden toolbox, I think it would be really sweet if each of the hells made something for chetney (either everyone gives him one thing each or they all team up to make him something) could you write a vignette for this?

All right, I am gonna bang out ALL of my vignette Asks today!

"All Art is Collaboration"

"Hey, Chetney!"

Chetney looked up from where he was whittling on the stern of the Silver Sun and saw Orym approaching, and he hastily put what he was working on behind his back.

"What's up?"

"Listen, so..." Orym fidgeted and looked down at his feet, then reached into his backpack and pulled out a small packet wrapped in leather. "I know that Letters gave you that toolbox while we were in Bassuras, but I don't know if you started stocking it yet or anything. But just before we left Jrusar, I popped down to one of the shops and got you this."

He handed the packet to Chetney, who opened it to find several small sheets of sandpaper of varying grits.

"I wasn't sure which one was best, so I got you an assortment. Some are rough, some are fine, I don't know a lot about these kinds of things. But I thought you could use it."

Chetney sniffled. "Orym, that is so thoughtful of you. Thank you so much."

The halfing gave him a lopsided grin. "You're welcome." Then he headed back downstairs and out to the bow of the ship to begin his morning Zeph'aeratam routine.

Chetney stuck the sandpaper in his toolbox, and was about to get back to his whittling when Laudna and Imogen came up.

"Chetney! Since we're going to have some free time up here, Imogen and I picked up something for you while we were supply shopping!" Imogen rolled her eyes fondly while Laudna produced a small bottle and proudly presented it to Chetney.

He cautiously unstoppered the bottle and sniffed. "Is that licorice?"

"It's fennel oil," Imogen explained. "The shopkeeper said apparently it stops mold when you polish wood with it. And well, we ARE in a jungle..."

Laudna briefly shrugged. "Not that there's anything WRONG with mold, per se, but-"

"That's very nice of you, Laudna, and you too, Imogen."

"And you DID say not to get you orange oil," Laudna pointed out.

"Very true. You've a good memory, Laudna."

The two women left, and Chetney placed the bottle in his toolbox, then once again reached for his wood carving, but then Ashton showed up.

"Hey, old man." He sniffed the air. "You been eating licorice?"

"No, it's... did you have a reason to come over here?"

The earth genasi tossed him a pair of metal files. "Yeah, thought you could use these."

Chetney looked them over with a professional eye, then he glowered at the barbarian. "Ashton... one of these is for filing METAL."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't get your fucking beanie in a twist. I know you only work with wood."

"Then why would you give me this... this..." Chetney was sputtering in indignation.

"For the next time we have to break someone out of a fucking jail cell."

Chetney's indignation immediately evaporated, then he glowered at Ashton again as another thought occurred to him. "Are you saying that my lockpicking skills aren't up to the task?"

"You did lose that contest in Eshteross' manor," Ashton said cheerfully as he turned and left, leaving Chetney grumbling in the wake of his departure as he stuck the files in his toolbox with rather more force than was necessary.

"Impertinent whippersnapper... just wait, I'm gonna tear his kneecaps off one of these days-"

"Oooooooh, Chetney!"

He immediately stopped grumbling as Fearne came up the stairs with Mister perched on her shoulder. "Fearne! You look lovely as ever... what can I do for you?"

"Well, I was thinking... you know all about wood, so you might know... is this stuff any good for woodworking?" She held out what looked to be a large honeycomb. "I got this for some honey and I've been snacking on it, and now it's just the beeswax."

Chetney's eyes lit up. "As a matter of fact, Fearne, did you know that beeswax is one of the things you can use to seal wood against fire damage?"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes... obviously there's only so much you do to repair the wood, but still..."

"Oh, then why don't you keep it? Just in case. I mean, you never know when something might get burned. Not by me, of course, I'm always in control of my fire magic, but-"

Mister screeched on her shoulder.

"I wasn't implying anything about you," she reproved the monkey.

"Well, I very much appreciate the gift, Fearne." He gave her a leering grin. "Unless you have anything else for me?"

"Nope!" she said cheerfully and left.

"The ending was kind of a letdown," he muttered to himself, but as he added the beeswax to his now-nearly-full toolbox, he couldn't help but smile.

But not before hastily making sure none of the other Hells saw him do it.

[mangleschmidt]

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I tagged 597 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 382 posts

#gonta gokuhara - 128 posts

#gokuhara gonta - 123 posts

#submas - 123 posts

#emmet - 104 posts

#mangleart - 88 posts

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#kudari - 76 posts

#nobori - 63 posts

#mangled-schmidtty rambles - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#konchu: can he be considered... alive? he's not an undead but he's not living either (robot survival instinct that slowly waning)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

More Spy x Family AU stuff

Introducing Warden Melli into the mix!

Extra bit:

I like the Mellingo ship but I can’t see Ingo with anyone (or like, as my Ingo otp kinda deal) so it’s gonna be a side thing funny than “official” with him having Nightfall’s role. Man literally got no official competition yet fails miserably. Funny sight

74 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#4

Idk if this will be Yoshi's final design (only his clothing) because I'm struggling hard

83 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

If Gonta said he has uncles from New York who work and host fights at the New York Subway, I’d believe him.

Verrrry self-indulgent. They’ve been rotating in my brain like a microwave.

Pr*shippers dni, please don’t ship them or i will eat your kneecaps

87 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

#2

Uncles and Nephew AU x Mastermind AU

If Gonta is a mastermind in the Uncles and Nephew AU, his design would be so different, at least in how I design him. It would be tailored to resemble his funny train uncles, hat and all.

No lore. I don’t have much idea for that other than he sometimes mimics Emmet and Ingo.

120 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Woe, actual sxf au content upon ye!

This has been sitting in my rips for a long while

127 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

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[awritingcaitlin]

Rinnie:

Happy - P!nk

Hunting the Future - Escape the Clouds

Boat Song - Woodkid

U - English Version - millenium parade

The Kintsugi Kid - Fall Out Boy

We Don't Have to Dance - Andy Black

Pathfinder - Kubbi

Killian:

You're Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring

The Red - Chevelle

Traveler's Song - Aviators

Lone Digger - Caravan Palace

A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World

Ship to Shore - The Stanfields

Synergetics - Ronald Jeenkees

Thea:

Liar - The Arcadian Wild

Gone - Beth Crowley

Night 13 - Auri

Devil Devil - MILCK

Devil I Know - Allie X

Throne - Bring Me the Horizon

Ignite - Starling Glow

Ciara:

This is Our War - Halocene

Ghost Town - Shiny Toy Guns

Don't Know How to Stop - Halestorm

The Blood of Cu Chulainn - Mychael & Jeff Danna

One Million Voices - Thomas Bergersen

Wargirl - Sybrid

Rubicon - James Paget

Riela:

Jackrabbit - San Fermin

Stand My Ground - Within Temptation

Fighting For - Hawk Nelson

Pompeii - Bastille

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Where Do We Go - Lindsey Stirling

Superhero - Johnny Hollow

Cass:

The Circle - Blackmore's Night

The Dirty Glass - Dropkick Murphys

Past Lives - Borns

Pretty Lavinia - American Murder Song

Hymn of the High Seas - Antti Martikainen

Forever - CHVRCHES

Second Chances - Imagine Dragons

Ilani:

Hell or High Water - The Rescues

Middle of the Night - Joel Sunny

Rule #9 - Child of the Stars - Fish in a Birdcage

The Air Race - Escape the Clouds

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Song of the Caged Bird - Lindsey Stirling

Skyfall - Adele

Cami:

Warpaint - Manicanparty

Bust Your Kneecaps - Pomplamoose

Voices - Hidden Citizens

The Girl and the Clockwork Dragon - The Cog is Dead

A Favor House Atlantic - Coheed and Cambria

Gun - CHVRCHES

One Foot in Front of the Other - Emilie Autumn

Cael:

Battle Cry - The Family Crest

The Chemical Worker's Song - Great Big Sea

Last of Us - Arion

Feed the Machine - Poor Man's Poison

Thistle & Weeds - Mumford & Sons

Stabat Mater - Woodkid

God's Plan - CHVRCHES

Miera:

Blood in the Wine - Aurora

Graffiti - CHVRCHES

Castle - Halsey

Massacre - Kim Petras

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Villains, Pt 1 - Emma Blackery

Throne - Saint Mesa

Taryn:

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Clarity - Zedd

Towards the Light - Jacoo

Clearest Blue - CHVRCHES

From where You Are - Lifehouse

Tikal - E.S. Posthumus

Mica:

The Alchemist - Mikolai Stroinski

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine

Empty Threat - CHVRCHES

Back in the Lab - Beoga

Adventure of a Lifetime - Thomas Bergersen

Crazy = Genius - Panic! at the Disco

Medieval Anthem - Peter Crowley

character playlists always should have the following:

song that is pretty accurate to the character’s story

song that doesn’t fit the character at all but i was thinking about them while listening to it on loop

song that has one or two lines accurate to the character’s story

song that just kind of is the character’s vibe

song that i desperately wish they would listen to because i personally like it

song that fits the character so well that it’s scary

unsure why this song is in the playlist but it’s so ingrained in my mind as 'part of the playlist' that it would feel weird to remove it

[u5an5]

Jacobs’ Journal: Tape #9 - Angels, Demons, and Pawns In Between

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: Personal log, hopefully not my last.

Jacobs: My plans are very much in motion. All that is left is to get my allies in on all the details, and then... Lambert's syndicate is dead in the water.

Jacobs: However, events have once again accelerated. Whether they are in my favour or not, I am unsure. But my fears of discovery appear to have been warranted. Lambert arrived back early from his holiday, Hillard the day after.

Jacobs: (huff) Can't be a coincidence that happened so soon after my little conversation with the doctor.

Jacobs: First thing he does is call me into his office. Hillard fetched me from my own, luckily I wasn't in the middle of anything suspicious at the time.

Jacobs: But it was difficult smuggling my little pocket recorder along for the ride to record the whole thing. I'll have to consider keeping it on my person from this point on, as it will give me much to fall back on should I need to blackmail my way out of a jam.

Jacobs: These are the events of our meeting.

[click]

[Rest bellow the cut]

(footsteps)

Jacobs: I do have a phone on my desk, you know? Is this escort absolutely necessary?

Hillard: To ensure you arrive in one piece? (keypad beep) Yes. *door open* Site director.

Lambert: Jacobs! Come in. Thank you, Colonel.

(footsteps fade) *door close*

Lambert: C'mon on, it's not like I broke your kneecaps. Don't look so tense, sit down-

Jacobs: Sending your dogs after me now? Is this a court martial?

Lambert: Should it be? ...Sit your ass down.

(footsteps) *Lambert lights his cigar*

Lambert: (takes drag) We could have worked well together, Jacobs. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to trust you. Don't worry, that isn't the threat. Just... <deep inhale> an observation. Why are you so opposed to what I'm trying to do here?

Jacobs: We're a research and peacekeeping organisation. Not a money laundering front.

Lambert: (huff) (chuckles) <in amused tone> Who said anything about money laundering? I just want to run a tight ship with people I can trust, and who can trust me.

Jacobs: Playing coy doesn't suit you.

Lambert: Perhaps, but... I learned long ago to never say anything out loud. You never know who could be listening. Who could be... recording every word you say.

...

Lambert: (takes drag)

Jacobs: The Council.

Lambert: You are quite the loyal lap dog for them, aren't you? Despite how you feel. <mirthfuly> You think I'm somehow worse than they are? (chuckles) You have a pretty... naive understanding of the Foundation.

Lambert: <mockingly> "Research and peacekeeping organization" Straight of the handbook. Nothing but lies and propaganda to make you feel like you're part of something bigger.

Jacobs: <cynicaly> Then what is the Foundation in your warped little world?

Lambert: You tell me. You know better than I do.

Lambert: We research, we study, and we develop technology far superior to anything else on Earth. We could have wiped out all these SCPs by now with what we know, but we haven't. (takes drag)

Lambert: And you know why? Cos they print. money. We cut off a slice of the tech, the medical advancements, ship it off to the highest bidder and take a profit off the backs of the public.

Lambert: <incredulously> Just who do you think is funding this joint? Politicians?

Lambert: (huff) They're just sheep, being guided by the shepherd. The rich, getting richer. But I ain't no sheep. I'm a goddamn wolf. I eat sheep for breakfast. (sigh) So if some opportunistic S.O.B. wants a bite of the flock, what's the harm?

Jacobs: Justifying yourself as a lesser evil doesn't stop you from being evil.

Lambert: Sure it does. Hypothetically, I'd be stealing from criminals.

Jacobs: Not giving it back to the poor?

Lambert: Shouldn't I get paid for my good deeds?

Jacobs: <louder, accenting each word> No. They're not good deeds.

Jacobs: <in calmer tone> I don't want any part of it. You made your point last year, and I'm not telling the council anything.

Lambert: (burst outs chuckling) I hope not. (deep inhale) If you were, it would be very unwise. It's one thing what I'd do to you if you try, but... there's no way you could have been here this long without finding some kind of conspiracy. (takes drag) Unless... you're helping cover it up? You wouldn't be doing that, would you?

Jacobs: Of course not. I'm not that stupid.

Lambert: I hope not. (footsteps) Otherwise, (door open) you and your old pal 173 might get that reunion you've been promised.

Lambert: <mocking> He's really missing you, Jacobs. You're the one that got away.

Lambert: (takes drag) Hope you had a nice holiday. You may go.

[click]

Jacobs: He. Is the most annoying kind of arrogant. He's careful. Didn't slip up once, making this pretty much wasted tape. One more log in the archives.

Jacobs: Regardless, I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by, nor could I let the experience scare me from my rendezvous with McCrimmon on the surface. Seemed like an impossible ask, but this wouldn't be the first time I've had to disguise myself to get where I need to go.

Jacobs: Getting my hands on a lab coat was easy enough: I have one standard, though I hardly ever use it. Several doctors were being cycled out that Tuesday, which gave me a small window of opportunity between sneaking out with the levers and returning with the new arrivals to have my chat with McCrimmon. So long as I wasn't caught along the way.

Jacobs: No doubt Major Chen could get me out of strife, but any attention would set off Lambert for good, and he'd snuff out any and all chances of a coup from happening.

Jacobs: Sneaking out with the scientists was easy: just had to find a blind spot in the camera system to blend in with the group, and remain inconspicuous all the way to the top. Some more masks, others scrub caps, I... opted for both.

Jacobs: Once we reached the surface, first opportunity I got, I slipped from cover and headed to the coordinates.

[click]

(birds are singing, leaves crunching under boots are audible)

Jacobs: ...<in hushed tone> Sergeant?

(indistinct) *barely audible "Over here!", then said again but much more distinct*

Jacobs: <in hushed tone> McCrimmon?

McCrimmon: Jacobs.

Jacobs: (startled noise) You know how to scare a guy.

McCrimmon: I've been hunting ever since I was in diapers. Don't think I can't sneak up on anything that's animal... or man. That was a neat trick pulled, with 294. How did you know it would work?

Jacobs: I didn't. But i figured if the machine could turn liquid into music or emotion then, why not pass on a message?

(both chuckle)

McCrimmon: And how are you? After 173?

Jacobs: As good as can be expected.

McCrimmon: Is that why you-

Jacobs: Yes.

McCrimmon: I... got no stomach for revenge. And if that's all you'll be going after-

Jacobs: No, no. It's nothing like that. Sergeant, you've been working the floor a long time here. You must have noticed the other monsters hiding throughout the halls. And I don't just mean what happened with me. (leaves crunch, truck drives by)

McCrimmon: ...I have a family, sir. I love them. And it's enough grief on my mind coming here for work, it's another entirely known what Lambert can do if someone like me speaks out against him.

Jacobs: I know. I'm not asking you to. All I need is someone I can trust, and that's in short order around here. But McCrimmon, I know i can trust you.

McCrimmon: How do you know I won't turn you in?

Jacobs: Because you wouldn't be here right now.

...

McCrimmon: What do you need?

Jacobs: Silence, for now. Need to mobilize the rest of us so we can lay out a plan. And you're on board all the way?

McCrimmon: *shrugs* Whatever you've planned, as long as it means you're in charge at the end, it'll be better than now.

Jacobs: Good. Then you get back to your duties, Sergeant.

McCrimmon: Aye, and you too, Doctor... Bright?

Jacobs: (amused huff) He's the only one who'd give me his name tag.

McCrimmon: <awkwardly> He's not actually with us, is he?

Jacobs: No. He just... wants to watch.

McCrimmon: Oh.

(footsteps)

McCrimmon: <relieved> Oh, good. 

[click]

Jacobs: Obviously, I managed to sneak back in without issue. Nobody seemed to notice, but I'm mainly relying on my own intuition. I can only hope it's as keen as it was before i became A.O.

Jacobs: <awkwardly> Oh, er, more good news: Chen decided to leave me a friendly little letter inside the Site Expenditures file. He has me scheduled to escort through the On-Site Server Rooms and Ops Stations.

Jacobs: Just so happens that one of them has our man, Technician Miles, working on an updated network. Even though it goes against any and all safety procedures the Foundation has maintained all these years, not only did Lambert okay it, but the O-5 council too.

Jacobs: Possibly out of hubris, but most definitely out of stupidity. Either way, that's one more man on board, five to go. Just how I'm going to get to the four in D-Class, (sigh) I don't know. Yet.

Jacobs: This is Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off.

[END LOG]

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[legendsofthewitchlight]

Rules!

This is Mina, and welcome to Jackass (the blog)

I am 21 years old. I may rp with minors but I will tone things down in that instance

Smut may happen but I generally like to write with someone before we get there. If we’ve written on another blog, that works

Speaking of, I have a lot of blogs, so activity could be *vague hand wave*. Please be patient with me. I also am currently in grad school! So I got a bit going on.

I mentioned there will be triggering content, please as me if you need anything tagged. I will tag most things I think of though. This will probably include murder, torture, physical abuse, emotional abuse, trauma responses, and fantasy racism.

No ooc grossness. If you warn me, a certain amount of ic grossness is fine. But pretty much if ooc you get into any ism or phobia, I won’t take too kindly.

Specifically with this blog, I have a character who will be mostly played at 13. PLEASE do not ask to ship with her. She's a child, and Gricko will eat your kneecaps

I try to be upfront with people. I may be slow, but that isn’t a sign of me having a problem with you. If things get weird, I’ll tell you

I'm a human. There's only so much I can take both IC and OOC. Sometimes I need to take time for myself. See above bullet point for more details on that

This is about having fun for me so please let’s make sure to communicate and make sure we both have fun!