#scraaaaaaaape

[rraaaarrl]

um UHhhhhh DO THE WHA

[radicheart-a]

Scraaaaaaaape.

Oh now he's annoyed.

[thenewfuture]

(part 2)

........

Do you know who I am?

Uhhh....you're that nail woman of the task force, right? ....Maki, was it?

Saki. Saki....Hara.

Oh, I'm sorry. I got it wrong. We just met and all...

"Just met"? Hmph. You may have just met me...

But I know you, Hiyoko Saionji...!

*ScraaaaaaaapE* *Saki scratches the nearest wall with her nails*

Uhhh......h-have we met before...?

You tell me. Go on. Think about it.

I....really don't think I do-

Try! Harder!

I don't, I don't! I really don't think I do!

How about now?! *Saki takes off her mask* Look at my face! Look into my eyes! LOOK AT THEM! ANYTHING FAMILIAR!?

I-I....I.....I don't know you! I really don't know you?! What are you going on about?!

*Huff* You really can't remember...how convenient for you...

You can't remember, and can live on your days blissfully unaware. I...CAN'T! I am forced to remember it. Everything! All of it! EVERY FUCKING DAY AND NIGHT!

What are you talking about? What is going on?! I haven't done anything to you!

"Nothing to me"? Nothing to me?! Ah hehehehe!~ Heehahahahaha!~ Oh ho ho ho, that's rich! The funniest thing I've heard all day!

What! The ever living FUCK! Are you talking about?!

What I'm talking about, Hiyoko Saionji, you rotten, monstrous despair...is you.

And how you MURDERED MY FAMILY!

Well I don't see how that's-

........Oh.

Ohhhhhh.....

Ohhhhhhhhh....ssshhhhhit.

Confrontation...

(part 1)

Alright, I can work with this.

This should be good for me.

Hmmm...

Seems like we're all set.

Appears so. Can't believe we're fighting with the Remnants this time.

Indeed. But it can't be helped.

I-I....I'm still so nervous...!

You've got us with you, Teruteru. There will be nothing to fear as long as we work together. All of us.

Heh heh heh. Nicely put, big guy.

Hey, are we missing someone?

Now that you mention it. Hiyoko's not here.

I believe I sent her to go medical supplies a few minutes ago.

Oh yeah, there is a room down the hall for that sort of stuff. But that's not it...

Oh! Saki's not here either.

Ah yes, I was wondering why she hasn't spoken up in a while.

She's that...angry, long nailed lady, right? She kinda creeps me out, no offense...

And...now she's potentially alone with Hiyoko?

....

...Oh god dammit!

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*Meanwhile, in the medical room...*

Hm hm, hmhmhm!~ Hm hmhm hm!~ *Hiyoko is grabbing medical kits and other supplies*

Hm hm, hmhmhm, hmhmhm, hmhmhm, hmhmhm!~ Hmhmhm hm!~ *She turns to go back, but is stopped...*

*Bump!*

Ah! Wh-What the...?!

........

Oh, it's you. I'm sorry. I need to get by, excuse me. *Hiyoko gets up and tries to go around...*

*...but Saki blocks her...*

Umm...pardon me, but I need to go and-

*Hiyoko tries to go around her again, but is stopped...again...*

Excuse me. But I really need to go. So can you just-

*No matter how many times Hiyoko attempts to leave, Saki blocks her path every time*

Urrggh! Can I help you?!

[marius-vieremont]

Prompt #24: Unctuous

Scraaaaaaaape.

Scraaaaaaaape.

Scraaaaaaaape.

The palette knife scraped over and over against the stone, ashes collecting on it’s by-now grimy surface. Each time, it was knocked against and emptied gently into a small vial, filling each one about three quarters of the way. Once all of the ashes had been collected, a ewer of scented oil was lifted and, one by one, each vial was filled the rest of the way, creating an unctuous blend that would spread easily over skin and fur alike. 

[rin-the-shadow]

Scraaaaaaaap.....

So....Micron Legend got taken down, probably sometime between yesterday evening and this morning, considering when I last made progress on it. I am 10 episodes from the end. I mean, sure I’ve still got Armada on DVD, but like...I was using Micron Legend as a reference. I mean, sure, I kind of asked for it by not just hurrying up and finishing off those last 10, but still...

And I mean, it’s fine. I wrote up until the Mars rewrite without consulting the Micron Legend version. It’s really largely that I got a lot of how I depicted Thrust from their version of episode 37 (Decision Based on Pride/Crack) and I suppose I had gotten used to being able to check against each version as I wrote.

[gizkasparadise]

Hawke/Cassandra - meeting the myth, the legend, the disaster

The Inquisition deserved this celebration for closure. This is what she told herself. Repetitively.

Music filled the halls of Skyhold after the summit in Orlais, jovial at first. Then inappropriate. Then…ugh.

Most of the Inquisition members were well into their cups, Cassandra and oddly enough, Varric, the only exceptions. Dancing is well underway, though nowhere near coordinated. Cassandra had thought to stay close to Josephine to stay from the rabble, but the ambassador had met a fellow Antivan elf and was attempting to perform poetry in the courtyard at his influence.

Cassandra wanted very much to go back to the training yard. She waited about ten minutes, before she decided that the crowd was too inebriated to remain in attendance for appearance’s sake.

She walked carefully from the hall, eyes trained dead ahead so as not to invite discussion-

“NICE TITS!”

-but it seemed to have found her anyway.

Scowling, Cassandra pivoted. “Excuse me-!”

Only to see a woman with short, black hair pointing at her own reflection in a hanging mirror. A red streak crossed her face over the bridge of her nose. Could this be-?

“Fucking babe,” the woman whispered to herself, stumbling a little to the side.

The warrior stood, torn. On the one hand, she was tired of this evening and its drunkards. On the other…this drunkard was Hawke. The Hawke. She was almost sure of it.

Awkwardly coughing into her hand, Cassandra stepped forward. “Excuse me,” she said again in a vastly different tone. “Are you Marian Hawke?”

The woman twirled around, blinking. Then, before Cassandra could react (a feat, she would later admit), an arm wrapped around her neck in a- in a noogie.

“Andraste’s chapped ass, there’s two of us!” Hawke cried out, half-dragging Cassandra to stand in front of the mirror as well.

“Look at us,” she whispered. “We’re identical.”

Cassandra gazed at the mirror. Her expression bewildered and cross, Hawke deliriously smiling with the smallest amount of drool in the corner. They were not…

But. This was Hawke, wasn’t it? The Hawke??

“Release me,” she said, annoyed. Then, because she was in the presence of the Hero of Kirkwall: “If you would.”

“Sec,” Hawke replied.

Cassandra’s eyes widened as she felt the arm around her neck slide to her lower back, and then her body weight pitched backwards-

-and she was dipped.

Hawke grinned above her, eyebrows waggling. “Would you dance with me, m’lady?”

“I don’t-”

“Hold on.”

The dip turned into a clumsy swirl. And before Cassandra even knew what was happening, a hand slid down her neck and stopped inbetween her breasts. A move that she knew she’s seen on one of Varric’s covers.

“Now may I have the pleasure of your company, fair damsel?” Hawke asked, breath smelling of ale but words oddly sincere.

Cassandra wasn’t a damsel. Hawke clearly wasn’t a dancer. But there was something about this hero turned drunkard of a human being that Cassandra found it hard to say no to.

“Just one,” she stated.

“No matter. I can make one dance feel like a hundred.”

Cassandra would later find out that such a claim was true. But only because Hawke had to restart the steps that many times. By number 27, she started drinking. By number 89, she stopped caring.

–

The next morning found Cassandra exhausted, nursing a hangover, and with a rather large hickey on her neck.

Varric came to sit across from her, pulling the chair out with a scraaaaaaaape that speared her very soul, Andraste preserve it.

“Hello Seeker,” he greeted, looking far too smug for her tastes. “Hawke said you two hit it off last night.”

Cassandra sighed, closing her eyes at the pounding in between her temples. She hit her head against the table with a long, drawn out groan.

Varric laughed. “She also volunteered her healing magic.”

“If it’s anything like her dancing,” Cassandra muttered. “I will have to pass.”

Varric patted her in between the shoulders. “It’s…a little better.”

[warrior-u-preservation]

OHHH i think its olf!!! in a post aisha made at some point she said she just copy/pasted olf whenever he showed up, so maybe thats why hes so simplified here?

and i think the sfx could be SCRAAAAAAAAPE or something? i imagine it was supposed to be like the sound of a heavy stone object being pushed or sonething similar? bc hes kinda sliding into frame!!

I honestly feel like an archeologist.

Are they faces? Maybe. If so, who's?

Doing what??? Who knows.

There's some kind of sound effect going across the two panels.

But "SCTaaao" Is my best approximation. TTwTT

FEELING LIKE AN ARCHEOLOGIST IS THE BEST WAY TO DESCRIBE THIS WHOLE BLOG OMG

what page is this from :o?? i looked through the thumbnails ive rbd and i didnt see this anywhere... i see rhodri so i assume its one of the ambrosia arc pages? i caan at least say that those are DEF faces bc like what else would they be?

[alacritysparked]

*gives SCRAPLETS*

whaT THE ACTUAL SCRAAAAAAAAP?!?!