#patch tests

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[trendfag]

i have a caffeine eye serum on my left arm and an eye cream on my right

[johnlarian]

My kink is karma (avenging the drowned).

[donutfloats]

What were Narinder and the Lamb’s reactions to finding out they’re having kids?

It was definitely… unexpected

The lamb had been under the weather for some time, so begrudgingly visited Kallamar at the medical tent by Narinder’s demand.

At first it was a joke by Kallamar that the Lamb do a pregnancy test after they came back clean as a whistle, but this did spark the idea in the Lamb’s head of “what if?”

So two or so days later, they got their answer

Don’t worry Kallamar was fine

[kkaags]

wanted to see how far i could push c+

[enemywasp]

I didn't think I'd care for season 2 of black butler when I started watching it but it did get me thinking about the way the demon/master ships work and how it makes sense for them to lack boundaries or be romantically/sexually charged

Alois is more direct as the anime went for a far more clear route at showing his backstory and trauma. He is clingy and throws himself at people, often seeming to deliberately trying to rile them up or get close with them even tho they are way older, cause that's the only kind of love he ever got in the end.

After his brother died he was without love for ages, until his new "father" took him in who "loved" him, but used him as a sex toy.

So now he sort of clings onto that dynamic, uses his looks, and often makes almost advances at Claude like that's the only way he knows to gain love and approval.

Wheras Ciel is the opposite. He had a loving family for longer than Alois and was not brought into his trauma through any pretence of love. He was caged and sold to the highest bidder. Defiled and laughed at in groups as they wanted to make him impure and the perfect sacrifice for their cult.

So now he avoids touch, he backs away from closeness, and almost every time we see him have breakdowns or flashbacks, he hides away from people's hands. Often only ever leaning on younger people or Sebastian. His saviour.

He has learnt not to trust or let anyone close, but Sebastian is his exception cause he can't hurt him. He hides himself away from affection, and other than the incident with master sullivan, Sebastian is the only one who can push those boundaries to an extent. As Ciel sees him as a lifeline.

It actually makes a lot of sense the way Ciel and Alois cling to their respective butlers. And given those butlers are demons and not bound by human morals, it would be no surprise if they encouraged that dependency.

[alfynnlin]

Lae'zel:

The rest of the team:

[alwachart]

Bonus smirk

[dognonsense]

New series of patches I made with linocut that I'm selling to people at punk shows. Heading to a backyard punk show rnow and to another show with my friends band. Hyped :3!

[wantonlywindswept]

Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #3

He has negative Force bacteria.

[forgotten Fox AU tag]

"Midichlorians," Patches said, for the third time, his head in his hands. "They're called midichlorians."

"Tiny little buggers that live in your body," Jek scoffed. "I might have barely scraped by my biology modules, but that sounds like bacteria to me."

Patches whimpered.

Jek grinned and reached over to pat his babiest of brothers on the head. Their youngest medic really was too easy to rile up.��

Still, at least Patches was capable of taking a break on occasion, even if it was just to sit at Jek's bedside in the medbay while he recovered from a round of Force cleansing. He always felt a little like the mess hall slop after every session, squishy and mostly-liquid, though the effects had been lessening as the treatments went on. 

Turned out that working in close proximity to an evil Sith overlord for an extended period of time could be 'damaging' and 'harmful to the spirit', and as soon as the Jedi got the okay from Marshal Commander Thorn they'd instituted regular healing sessions for the Guard. Some of them weren't overly affected--the ARF division hadn't been allowed in the Senate Dome that often anyway, and the medics rarely left the infirmary, much less Guard HQ--but the majority of them were on rotating schedules to get their minds checked for Sith residue or whatever.

It was even worse for the Force-sensitives.

No one was more surprised to find Force-sensitive clones than the clones themselves, and a frankly unsettling percentage of the Guard tested for above-average midichlorian counts. That was just those who agreed to submit to the assessment, too--a lot of the Guard refused to do even that. It wasn't like they could be Jedi, and with the war over, what did it even matter?

(Except it did matter, a lot, because apparently evil Sith overlords could also drain the life force from sentients around them, and particularly enjoyed ones with the Force. Palpatine got a little tasty burst of power like they were some kind of energy snack, and it wasn't like the Guard weren't already exhausted anyway.

That kind of siphoning left even worse traces of Sith influence; Jek's cleansing sessions made his bones feel like wobbly gelatin, but Glitch's sessions hurt.)

"I bet Defib's m-count is the highest in the Guard," Jek mused absently as he watched their CMO stalk around the medbay between the beds--and the Jedi--with a scowl on his face. 

Patches lifted his head to give Jek a horrified look.

"Don't say that where he can hear you."

Jek, who lacked both bones and a sense of self-preservation, merely shrugged. Defib had refused testing, scoffing that he didn't need the Force to heal, but he wasn't named after a defibrillator for nothing: he'd brought more than one brother back from the brink of death against impossible odds.

Jek had his suspicions about Patches, too. 

Even with Defib hovering suspiciously over their shoulders, the Jedi healers--there were four of them, led by Master Rig Nema--moved around the medbay with an almost unearthly poise. Jek was more familiar with ordered chaos in the infirmary: medics shouting across the room to each other, rushing back and forth to see how far their meager supplies could stretch. The Jedi were quiet, coordinating with each other soundlessly while still seeming to be aware of everything else happening in the room.

The mesmerizing little dance wasn't even interrupted by the main doors opening, which drew Jek's attention to Commander Vertex stepping into the medbay. The commander had his bucket tucked under one arm, and sharp eyes surveyed the room in a quick glance.

Patches waved at Vertex, because he was adorable. 

Vertex waved back, because he was a sap.

Defib immediately veered off his self-appointed task of looming to intercept Vertex before he got too far into the room. They ducked their heads together in a brief conversation with far too much angry gesticulating on Defib's part, and the calm competency Jek had come to expect on Vertex's. Jek watched, fascinated, as Vertex managed to settle the fuming medic with just a few words and a gentle touch to his shoulder. 

Defib made a bitchy face, but he did seem to lose some of his protective bristling; at Vertex's nudge he sidled over to his desk in the corner of the medbay, dropping into his chair to finally take a break and...to angrily chew on a ration bar?

Incredible.

The Jedi, meanwhile, had continued on with their Force nonsense, which lasted up until Vertex tapped one of the healers on the shoulder and their serenity shattered with a resounding squawk.

The poor Rodian who made the noise spun around, flailing wildly, and would have fallen back onto one of the beds if Vertex hadn't grabbed her to keep her upright. The other three Jedi's heads snapped up in eerie synchronicity, startled expressions on their faces, and Master Nema took a jolting step forward before seeming to register what had happened.

In the frozen stillness that followed, Defib's sullen crunching took on a distinctive note of glee.

"Apologies," Vertex said. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"When did you even..." 

"How can we be of assistance, Commander Vertex?" Master Nema asked, stepping away from her patient to take the place of the still-baffled apprentice healer. Both she and Vertex smoothly ignored the disbelief radiating off the other Jedi, who were looking at Vertex like they didn't know how he had appeared. 

Jek wondered that sometimes, too, but it didn't bother him.

"Hey," he said, nudging Patches with his elbow as the two bigwigs conversed, "What do you bet that Commander Vertex has negative Force bacteria?"

Patches stared at Jek like he'd kicked a baby massiff, and then slowly sunk lower in his chair with a low, despairing whine.

So easy.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Salem: How dare you recruit children to fight your war?

Ozpin: Excuse me, how old was Cinder when you told her she'd only be free if she did exactly what you told her?

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[redroomroaving]

PATCH 8 STRESS TEST UPDATE

Harper Geraldus is, indeed, stressed.

(can't wait to see how he handles summoning a horde of bees, @johnlarian)

[dreamyyesenia]

Retails are broken as well after the last patch

[dreadanddespairdyke]

yuno :D

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Holter timmmeeee ✌🏻please join me in low levels of constant anxiety for 3-6 days until her and Charlie are done and results are back