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crashkeyes · 1 year ago
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mayoi birthday office lines 🎈
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wasyago · 8 months ago
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quiet hours
closeups under the cut :]
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i really like these
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misersdream · 2 months ago
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prankster rika
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soracities · 1 year ago
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we NEED more cleaners and bricklayers and scaffolders and delivery drivers in MFA poetry programs. like. immediately.
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bluegiragi · 1 year ago
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docile.
early access + nsfw on patreon
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suntails · 9 months ago
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reality
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starry-bi-sky · 2 months ago
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do yall ever think about bruce/batman!clone danny standing in front of his bathroom mirror after finding out he was a clone and silently tracing his face. The slope of his jaw and point of his chin. The high angle of his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes, the curve of his brow bones and the shape of his nose. The volume of his hair and the way it curls and gets fluffy when it gets too long.
His hair is black the same way a crow's wing is black. His dad's hair is black the same way a black bear's fur is black. His dad's eyes are blue like the ocean is blue. Danny's eyes are blue the same way a glacier is blue.
His dad has a square jaw and straight flat hair, and he tans and gets a face full of freckles when he's out in the sun for too long. Danny burns like a lobster and his face remains untouched. Danny has a sharp jaw and tall cheekbones, and Sam says when he's not smiling there's almost something regal about him. You would never call Jack Fenton "regal" when he's not smiling.
Sam says when he's not smiling he looks scary the same way a stone statue is. Jack Fenton when he's not smiling looks scary the same way that german shepherd staring at you across the street is.
Do you ever think he grew up wondering if he was adopted. Because of course, he has black hair and blue eyes like his dad. But having the same color doesn't make you someone's child.
Or, worse, things he's heard from the other kids and the other parents and even some of his teachers growing up; that he was the product of an affair. And that his dad was just too stupid to notice. And Danny would defend his parents until the day he died, because Jack Fenton wasn't an idiot and Maddie Fenton wasn't a cheater.
But doubt comes in with fickle tongue. his parents swear up and down that he is their child when he asks about either. That Danny just had his grandparents' features, but he was their son and they loved him.
But Danny doesn't look like either of his parents. His mom's eyes are blue like an aquamarine and Jazz's too. And they burn like lobsters in the sun too, but Jazz gets freckles on her face and so does Maddie. And as Danny grows up he doesn't bulk up or get stocky like his dad did, and when he hits puberty he doesn't shoot up like a tree like Jack Fenton did.
He stays small, and they say he's a late bloomer (and he is), or that he just has his mom's height. But he's fast and has good stamina, and some days it feels like he's built entirely different from his family. That the things they went through growing up just didn't apply to him. Jack and Maddie Fenton both had acne and breakouts when they hit puberty, and Jazz inherits it and he's seen the amount of skincare products she keeps on her side of the bathroom.
And then he hits puberty and breaks out maybe once or twice, but his skin stays clear for the most part and the problems and changes his dad went through just don't happen to him.
And the truth is worse than all of the lies.
How horrifying.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#danny fenton is a clone#clone danny fenton#clone danny#thinking about the inherent trauma that comes with growing up as a clone and not knowing and questioning everything about yourself#thinking about the amount of effort and lying that Jack and Maddie would've had to to do if they wanted to pass Danny off as their bio son#the MEDICAL RECORDS#danny's medical history is completely different from theirs. any generational health problems the waynes have would/could be passed down to#danny and he's completely oblivious to it up until the reveal. he'd have no idea about any medical risks until they hit him before that.#so many little things and inconsistencies that would just build and build and build until it finally came to a head and the truth came out#forever and ever and ever fascinated by the underlying horror of being a clone. there's a horror in being cloned but there's also a horror#in BEING a clone. like yes he could've always known from the start and that comes with its own set of issues BUT. just. him not knowing#for the longest time. the lies and deceit and betrayal. you know how adopted kids come out and talk about how they didn't know they were#adopted for the longest time and how traumatizing and betrayed they felt when they're finally told 15-20 years down the line? yeah that#i imagine finding out you're a clone is a lot like that.#i read a book in middle school once abt a girl moving to a new town with her family and getting these horrible nightmares and noticing how#everyone was acting strange around her. one of her nightmares was about the 30yo police officer being a shambling corpse talking to her#and at the end of the book she finds out she's actually the clone of a dead older sister and the police officer was her sister's boyfriend.#and she was in gymnastics but quit and her parents were so disappointed bc the og sister was a champion/award winning gymnastics player#and i never did finish the book but god am i reminded of that.#i love reading the dpxdc clone danny posts and they usually have him brush off being a clone which is literally totally fine but duUUDE#just imagine his own horror over it. its SOOO good
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ispyspookymansion · 1 year ago
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transmasc butches and transfem butches are not at odds with each other, in fact theyre – no….thats private….i shant say
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volchiitza · 1 year ago
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clearly trying to stop fixating on "productivity" has actually improved my focus
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vampiregokudera · 7 months ago
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Another whiteboard drawing~
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crashkeyes · 1 year ago
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crazy:b & mam sweets lines 🍬
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hydroelectricjaya · 2 months ago
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Jay understands “don’t give your employer 100%”
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silentwalrus1 · 3 months ago
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Thinking about Kamino cloning primarily as a major planetary economic driver and thus extremely A Business and how that would interact with the clones’ existence as a product and more specifically with the whole thing about Quality Control. The enforcement of interchangeability has significant value in the same way the invention of the assembly line and mass produced components have value to industry, i.e. if one part of a large & complex system stops working, you don’t have to rebuild the entire damn thing, you just replace the part.
In a biologically engineered army, that interchangeability can most advantageously manifest in:
Size (smaller range of equipment, armor, housing etc necessary)
medical compatibility (you only have to stock one blood type, organ and tissue donation availability skyrockets etc)
capability (the more you can crosstrain Jeff A to do Jeff Z’s job, the easier it is to replace Jeff Z if he bites it)
So clones that look different but are otherwise to spec in the prioritized categories would probably be fine, because getting rid of them is a loss of product and thus loss of profit.
Of course, as businesspeople, the Kaminoans want their product to seem more high-end than it actually is. So you don’t want to scrap perfectly good stock, but you DO want to make sure those fucking primates don’t act up and pop the hood on their own shitty dye job while the warranty’s still active.
Cue the Kaminoans issuing hair dye, makeup, shitty 2-dollar cosplay contact lenses etc and a bunch of random mercenaries disinterestedly instructing auditoriums of 400 cadets at a time in how to haphazardly cover up your Manufacturing Defects. Half the Mandos are like “if you want an armor painting seminar i have a fucking PhD but i haven’t taken off my helmet in front of another living person in 20 years, for this we’re pulling up the first fucking makeup tutorial that falls out of Space YouTube”.
It turns out it is much, much easier and more efficient to give clones access to Space Youtube than it is to teach them things yourself.
Cue 5 years later the Jedi roll up for pickup and not only is every single clone perfectly identical, they have achieved this via having every face BEAT, hair COIFFED, skin (tone corrected & colormatched ofc) GLOWING, contoured to the GODS,
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candycatstuffs · 4 months ago
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screencap redraw + color palette fuckery bc the hyperfixation is reaching critical levels in my neural pathways
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javelinbk · 5 months ago
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The Beatles and Brian Epstein meet Princess Margaret at the world premiere of A Hard Day’s Night, 6th July 1964 - part two (part one)
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good-chimes · 5 months ago
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Based on @tibbycaps’s very funny convexian hitman au, where vexes Cub and Scar have been ‘voluntarily’ employed as hitmen by the governing NHO.
YR 1, DAY 1 OF CONTRACT
Receptionist: Hello and welcome to the NHO! We are proud to protect the citizens of Hermit City. How can I help you?
Cub: We want to get past those security barriers.
Receptionist: Uh…so you’re…visitors?
Scar: We’re employees!
Cub: Since this morning.
Scar: We have a contract and everything. We’re totally official and definitely allowed in the building.
Receptionist: Um. Do you have your passes?
Cub: Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. Just a moment.
Scar: Do we have passes! Of course we have passes. Cub, give her the passes.
Receptionist: Sir, that’s an aluminum bottle cap.
[The visitors examine the item.]
Scar: Looks like an employee pass to me.
Cub: My bad. What about this?
Receptionist: That’s a penknife. That’s a sandwich wrapper—that’s a library card—I mean, it’s the right shape, but—that’s a driver’s license which is obviously not yours—that’s a fifty-dollar bill—that’s a second driver’s license for a completely different person. Sir, literally none of these things are employee passes.
Cub: Yeahhhhh, but do you get paid enough to notice?
Receptionist: Do you have a line manager? Or, um, a hiring manager? Who’s in charge of you?
[The visitors consult.]
Scar: Someone is, probably.
Cub: Might be Beef.
Receptionist: Uh, Director Beef is, uh, one of the heads of the whole organization. Are you sure?
Cub: Eh.
Scar: He did have a nice suit. Good shoes, too! Shame about the soot stains afterwards.
Receptionist: Okay, I’ll…just ping my boss… and I guess we’ll just start the process to get you passes. Let me take your first and last names, please?
Scar: Mister Scar GoodTimes, and this is Cub.
Receptionist: Cub?
Cub: Yup.
Receptionist: That’s a nickname…?
Cub: No, it’s a full name. Cub. Uhhhhh. Fan.
Receptionist: Sir, did you just look at that baseball pennant?
Cub: Yeah. Huge coincidence.
Receptionist: Okay, I’ll send them to print…orientation booklet…fire exits…do you need any accommodations for your, er, your wings?
Cub: Naw, they’re not real in this dimension. Go straight through physical matter. Walls, people—
Scar: —bars, safe doors—
Receptionist: Um.
Cub: Vex joke. Cultural.
Receptionist: Oh, right, you’re Vex! Like—what were those guys called who ate that policeman on the news…? ConVex!
Cub: Noooooo, no, no, we’re nothing like them. We’re real upstanding citizens.
Scar: I heard those two went to prison.
Cub: To super jail.
Scar: For a thousand years!
Manager: Excuse me, I’m the head of front desk and security, what’s going on here?
Receptionist: Oh, hi, boss, these gentlemen were just—
Manager: I can see what they are! This should have been escalated as soon as they turned up. You should have known to call me the minute you saw a Vex!
Receptionist: They haven’t done anything wrong.
Manager: Not done anything wrong—you mean they haven’t eaten anyone yet.
Cub: I haven’t had my coffee.
Scar: I have! Who do you want us to start with?
Manager: Come with me, please. The Directors want to see you.
Scar: [voice retreating as the visitors are escorted away] This is a fancy office. I like the art.
Cub: Did you know you can turn that photocopier into a laser canon?
Manager: This is why they put you in prison! Stick close to me! Please stop touching things!
NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF
The copier tray is to be loaded from the correct angle only. It is not a ‘useless piece of shit’, you are handling it incompetently.
HR will not be dealing with complaints of ‘substandard management’. HR are here to deal with your pay slips. Complaints of substandard management should be addressed to your manager, who will take appropriate action.
Colleagues are to act with caution around new NHO agents ‘Cub’ and ‘Scar’. Minimal contact is advised. Security can be contacted via the panic buttons.
YR 1, DAY 36 OF CONTRACT
Cub: Hey. Picking up a delivery.
Receptionist: Of course, sir. Have you got a parcel ticket?
Cub: Sure, give me an example and I’ll forge you one right now.
Receptionist: I just needed the number—never mind. Let me take a wild guess based on your deliveries so far: is it the crate that’s green and glowing?
Cub: Huh, thought it would be blue. Maybe a kind of teal.
Receptionist: Well, we only have one that glows. It makes a buzzing sound when you get near it.
Cub: Ohh yeah, that’s the one.
Receptionist: Last time you got a delivery it was snakes.
Cub: Important experimental material.
Receptionist: Can you let us know if it’s snakes again? Only I need to find a heat lamp if you’re out on a mission.
Cub: Oh, yeah, right. I can build a heat lamp for you to keep here. You want something for it?
Receptionist: Okay, sir, for the last time, I don’t know where all your unmarked fifty-dollar bills come from, but it’s not normal to bribe building staff to do our jobs. 
Cub: Yeah? No deal, huh?
Receptionist: …Can you really turn the photocopier into a laser?
NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF
URGENT: ALL STAFF MUST STAY AWAY FROM THE PHOTOCOPIER UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
YR 1, DAY 82 OF CONTRACT
Receptionist: Good afternoon, welcome to the headquarters of NH—Scar?
Scar: Hello there! How’s it going?
Receptionist: Hey, Scar?
Scar: Uh-huh?
Receptionist: Your whole arm is covered in blood.
Scar: Blood? Oh, this blood? Don’t worry, don’t worry, everything’s fine. It’s not my blood. How was your weekend?
Receptionist: Are you sure it’s not your blood? That looks like someone sliced through your whole sleeve!
Scar: [tastes his own arm gingerly] Wait, yeah, some of it is mine. Just this bit, though.
Receptionist: Don’t eat it, oh my God.
Scar: It’s fine, Cub says we’re immune to all pathogens.
Receptionist: Seriously?
Scar: Nah, I think he just said that because I took his research away from him when he had the flu.
Receptionist: You should go wash that wound. That can’t be healthy. What have they got you doing out there?
Scar: Oh, y’know, this and that, we solve problems. We’re problem solvers. In fact we signed a contract to do that, so I guess we keep solving problems forever. Can I have one of these mints?
YR 1, DAY 145 OF CONTRACT
Cub: Gooood afternoon. What a beautiful day. Y’know, this kind of day makes me think, the thing about human perception—
Receptionist: The what.
Cub: The thing about human perception is it’s subjective. I did a PhD on this. So sometimes you could think you saw someone bring something into the office that you need to write down in the biohazards register, but actually, you could report to your boss there wasn’t anything there.
Receptionist: Sir, you are trying to hide an eight-foot-tall Venus fly trap behind your back. It’s taller than you are.
Cub: Seven foot at most.
Receptionist: [sighs] I guess I didn’t see anything. You want a mint?
NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF
Cascaded from Legal: Employees are required to familiarize themselves with the new and expanded Dispute Resolution Policy.
Pursuant to this, threatening to eat your senior manager is NOT an approved method of settling conflicts and WILL result in disciplinary action.
Lava traps are ALSO EXPLICITLY DISALLOWED.
YR 2, DAY 407 OF CONTRACT
Receptionist: Cub, you don’t have to bribe me to get into the building after hours. You literally work here. I know you have a 24-hour pass. Just use it on the main door.
Cub: Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?
Receptionist: Try bribing an IT tech for codes to the secure areas instead.
Cub: Got those already. Phishing email. But y’know, all the techs make triple what they pay you.
Scar: And! I wanted a mint.
Receptionist: The mints are FREE.
Scar: It tastes better if it’s not!
Receptionist: That doesn’t make ANY sense! You two get back here and explain!
NOTICE TO FRONT DESK STAFF
Please find attached the Employee Satisfaction Survey. As always, we look forward to listening to your views to make NHO a Great Place To Work. Participation is mandatory.
Our recent payment settlement unfortunately means no raises this financial year.
Operational note: does any Front Desk team member know how to disconnect the ex-photocopier from the power supply without it immediately blowing up? You are all being very unhelpful about it???
YR 3, DAY 763 OF CONTRACT
Receptionist: Oh, hey, Scar.
Scar: …
Receptionist: Wait—Scar? Buddy? Are you okay?
Scar: Have you seen Cub?
Receptionist: Not since last week, I think.
Scar: Oh.
Receptionist: It’s the night shift. Was he supposed to meet you?
Scar: Yeah. They gave him a solo mission, and I dunno what time he was supposed to get back, either, but it wasn’t two o’clock in the morning. I’m just gonna…hey, can I wait down here? Until he gets in?
Receptionist: Sure. If you pull the chairs together, I guess you could make a kind of bed. I’ll keep an eye on the cameras.
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Scar: I mean, nothing can take down Cub, right? That man’s a tank, I tell you. A genuine tank.
Receptionist: Yeah. Definitely.
Scar: He would have called me if something went wrong.
Receptionist: He would’ve.
Scar: What time is it?
Receptionist: Just gone 3am.
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Receptionist: Look, if you’re not going to sleep, I’m ordering you pizza.
Scar: Ooooh. Let’s get wings and make a night of it while we wait. Catch!
Receptionist: This is two hundred dollars.
Scar: Yeah, can we get sides?
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Receptionist: Just gone 4am, before you ask.
Scar: I didn’t ask!
Receptionist: I saw you open your mouth. You’re really worried, aren’t you.
Scar: Noooo, I’m not worried. I never worry about Cub.
Receptionist: Cub’s always seemed way too capable to have a problem with a mission.
Scar: Yeah.
Receptionist: You two go back a long way, huh?
Scar: There’s just the two of us. It’s always been just the two of us. And, I’ll be honest, I like this work, we have fun doing it, but why’d they send him out solo? And you know what’s worse, I can’t even ask! If we put a foot out of line, we— [breaks off into a coughing fit]
Receptionist: Are you okay?
Scar: I’m fine, I’m fine! I’m fresh as a daisy.
Receptionist: It sure sounded like your own throat just tried to cut you off.
Scar: Well, maybe I just care a lot about the office Data Combustion Policy.
Receptionist: I think you mean the Data Protection Policy? On second thoughts, I remember last year’s Christmas party, so maybe not—oh, hey.
Scar: What?
Receptionist: I saw something on the cameras, is that—
Cub: Yo.
Scar: Oh my God Cub I was so worried.
Cub: ‘m fine. [blurrily] Are those buffalo wings?
Scar: You are so not fine. You can have wings when you’re lying down!
Cub: ‘m taking these wings.
Receptionist: Here’s the first aid kit. You need to close the bag or the rest of the wings will fall out, guys. Guys. Look where you’re going. You have to open the doors before you go through them. Take the first aid kit with you!
YR 5, DAY 1561 OF CONTRACT
Receptionist: Good morning, and welcome to—oh, it’s you two. You brought a guest?
Cub: Howdy. This is Grian.
Grian: Apparently I work here now. Apparently I have “limited employment options”. Someone told me I’m lucky I’m not dead.
Scar: Haha, Mondays, am I right! So he’ll need a pass, and maybe a helping hand if she spaces out in the atrium.
Receptionist: Sure…oh, Grian, you’re on the system already. Here, take a temporary pass, and we’ll have your real one ready by lunchtime. Uh, if you need any help—
Grian: Wait, my date of birth is wrong on your screen. It’s the year before.
Receptionist: Did you just…read that backwards from the others side of my computer?
Scar: Wow, Grian, another nosebleed?
Grian: Shut up.
Cub: Your brain must be shrivelled up like a raisin by now.
Grian: Still works better than Scar’s!
Scar: [leans on the reception desk as the other two leave, bickering] Sooo…Grian’s not allowed outside without a Director’s approval.
Receptionist: Is that right?
Scar: Scary stuff, huh? If you happened to see him leave with us, and we just forgot to show you a permit…can I convince you into some sort of deal? As a friend?
Receptionist: You know, you can just ask a friend to do you a favor, you don’t have to pay me. I’ve known you for five years. I’m not gonna turn you in.
Cub: [calls] You coming, Scar?
Scar: I gotta go! Grian’s just a Watcher, she’s not dangerous. Grab some cash from Cub’s bottom desk drawer. They don’t even search our office anymore, so it’s just labelled ‘proceeds of crime (not)’. Cub’s traps will let you past.
Receptionist: Wait, are you—was that person—a Watcher—holy shit—
Scar: See ya later! Get the money!
Receptionist: [rolls eyes] Of course, sir. Have a nice day.
*chau Grian uses he/she pronouns
*Check out tibby’s chau tag!
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