#stabby is home

[madcaphat]

At midnight every member of the crew gathers on the bridge to count down the be year on the massive display window, each crew members own little screen displaying their home town, or video call on the massive project. The collection of screens turn bright with colors as flashing lights, bursting fireworks, and celebration all reach their peak at the top of the hour. A year has passed for the earthlings!

When the projectors small window of connecting cuts out. 10 minutes to celebrate in the middle of their galactic journey. Several shoulders slump feeling a pang of home sickness try to work its way into their festive mood. That is until the blinking lights reflected on the walls, it's Stabby cleaning up the confetti to be recycled their little lights showing in digital fireworks and a tiny hat reading" 2023 Stabby New Year! " atop it.

[flamingpudding]

Studen exchange program, no thank you.

If you ask Danny, he could give you a ton of reasons why a student exchange program with an apparently high class school was a bad idea for Casper High to do and why it was even worse that somehow Danny had been volunteered for it. Ancients even Lancer was stressing how much of a bad idea it was to sent Danny Fenton to Gotham Academy.

Though Danny knew it was all the stupid fruitloops fault. Vlad wanted him out of town for something. Both Tucker and Sam had notified him about something brewing in Amity and Danny needed to get back asap. So Danny did what he could do best, cause a mess in the best Fenton manner that he could that would make Lancer faint if the man knew. In his defense, the man had tried to prevent this, but no one listened. Now Gotham Academy was dealing with a Fenton level mess and because Danny wanted to get kicked out of the Student exchange program to get back to Amity.

He did however not expect to be sent to the principle office and to be given a 'second chance' since what he did was not as bad as some of the other things Gotham students apparently can come up with.

Well, he also did not expect that his muttering, ramblings, and loud thinking were getting overheard by another student who apparently got sent to the office for attempting to stab a fellow student. Said student then continued to pester Danny the following days 'investigating' him.

Seriously all Danny wanted was to get kicked out of the student exchange and to stop whatever Vlad was doing in Amity but now he got one Damian Wayne pestering him with his weird social skills and constant threats of stabbing him if he doesn't answer questions.

And why in the name of Acients was he getting late night wellfair checks from furries?!

[izzystizzys]

Half the jobs Fox is sent on are not within his jurisdiction. This certainly isn’t.

Planetary protection unit, they said. Military police. Orbital security force.

And now Fox is being pointed at Count Dooku on some backwater planet and told to fetch. How the mighty have fallen.

He’s pretty sure Kenobi, Skywalker and their units could’ve karked this all up perfectly fine on their lonesome; they don’t need three Guardsmen there to watch them do it. But the Chancellor says jump and Fox surpressed the urge to bash his head in with a durasteel chair. So it goes.

Which is when things start going terribly, terribly wrong, of course.

“Is that Spinder?!”, Skywalker exclaims, arms wheeling out in the air wildly to try and catch his balance. “The Count fucks?!”

Across the room, Cody rips his helmet off, several shades redder than a baseline human should be. “The Count fucks my brother?!”

Two lightsticks hover uselessly in the air, Skywalker’s zig-zagging in a relentless hum with his gesturing. Fox stands stock-still, in the hope that maybe he’ll spontaneously turn invisible if he does. Around them, 501st and 212th troopers gape through helmets. Behind him, Nuisance gasps for air amidst screaming laughter.

Ping, went Fox’s comm unit, in that unmistakeable lascivious jingle sound. Ping, answered Count Dooku’s within a split second. Match found close by.

For a moment, Fox considers what it would be like to run at the Count’s lightsaber at full speed.

…not like that.

“Count”, Kenobi says, with a face like he’s bitten into a rotten fruit. Not that Fox knows what fruit tastes like. “This is a highly… unexpected development.” He fwoosh-es his lightsaber shut, obviously having given up on fighting. “I’d call it a conflict of interest, but I’m not sure that applies?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a conflict of something, for sure”, Cody hisses, fists clenched at his sides. He looks about ready to boil over, with Crys and Waxer inching closer in preparation. “What have you done to my brother, you monster?!”

“I don’t think you want to know that, Commander”, Nuisance gasps out between barks of laughter, proving why he’s eternally Fox’s least favourite. Cody’s splotchy red complexion slowly fades into ghostly white as a sheen of horror settles over the room. “Thanks for the fancy chocolate bouquet last week, Count!”

Dooku, who has been thus far staring at the floor with an empty thousand-klick stare, looks up at that. Fox has seldom seen a man that defeated outside of the mirror, he has to admit - but shudders when he remembers exactly what the chocolates were for.

Oh Force, he’s sexted Count Dooku into buying him gifts. Does that make him a Seppie spy? Traitor by proxy?

“I feel”, says the Count, gravely, still holding his long red laserknife in a white-knuckled death-grip, “that I have been taken for a fool.”

“Uh”, says Fox, nervously. All eyes snap to him. Oh Force, oh Force, oh Force. They’re going to invent a whole new kind of decommissioning for this and name it after Fox.

“Is it really scamming if you actually get what you pay for?”, asks Grids, considering. Fox slowly pulls off his helmet just for the comforting feeling of burying his head in his gloved palms. The sounds of a struggle ensue, and Kenobi makes a choked-off noise. Maybe if he’s embarrassed enough he’ll give himself an aneurysm.

“Grandmaster, why are you paying people for naked pictures of themselves on the holonet?!” Kenobi asks, despairingly. “Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Oi, no one said I was naked!”, Fox exclaims, head whipping up.

“So naked”, Nuisance laughs, palm thumping against the floor. He might be crying.

“I’m not decrepit”, the Count blusters, and Skywalker makes a gagging noise. “I have - there are needs, and they are perfectly natural!” It takes three troopers to restrain Cody from launching himself at the Count.

[now-you-sound-like-a-jedi]

So what I'm getting from this episode is that everything would've been fine if Master Indara and Mother Aniseya had just gone for a cup of tea and talked things through without everyone else

[1craig2craig]

Dialtown as MTMTE panels (part 7)

References under the cut

[yki-dolls]

Raphael when met with a slight inconvenience.

[I can't manipulate, mansplain, manwhore my way out of this one, boys.

MANSLAUGHTER IT IS!]

(In case you can't read my writing)

[autistook]

March 12th - Gollum leads Sam and Frodo to Shelob's lair

"Presently they were under the shadow, and here in the midst of it they saw the opening of a cave.

'This is the way in,' said Gollum softly. 'This is the entrance to the tunnel.'

He did not speak its name: Torech Ungol, Shelob's Lair. Out of it came a stench, not the sickly odor of decay in the meads of Morgul, but a foul reek, as if filth unnameable were piled and hoarded in the dark within."

[y-rhywbeth2]

On the note about multiclass builds, I'm considering doing a strange run where I multiclass all the origin characters. I know not why. Anybody got suggestions for multiclassing the characters who aren't Astarion? Without changing their stats via Withers, nor getting rid of their initial class, and preferably in ways that fit their characters. Doesn't actually have to be optimised, fit their stats well or be even remotely useful. Ideally every class should be in the party.

I'm pretty committed to Astarion's current headband of intellect powered assassin/wizard murder-machine set up. He'll be so good at wizardly hubris, however much he complains magic is boring.

Wyll goes ranger of his own volition, so I could use that. He's traveled alone, and has the 2e obligatory-good-aligned-ranger nature hero thing going for him, though I do feel bard vibes from him. Also the classic paladin vibes, but those are still holy warriors in realmslore and I don't think he's swearing himself to any gods or other powers right now, he's got enough with Mizora.

Shadowheart I'm considering rogue, even though we've already got one. I could kinda feel sorcerer but none of the subclasses are fitting.

Gale can't be a cleric of Mystra, their connection being on fire aside, he is not terribly good at her doctrine of 'avoid hubris and seek magic less the more power you have' atm. Maybe Karlach and Lae'zel can teach him to hit things and he can make up for physical stats with spells... EDIT: Orrrr the disruption of the orb and the damage it causes the Weave could cause his magic to occur as wild magic, so wizard/wild mage was a good suggestion.

[helloliriels]

[Image] The last time I went for a walk with my parents in our hometown, before they moved far away ...

Didn't think a picture of sunlight and trees could make you cry, did you?

[foragergnome]

You'll draw whatever you say??? :3 How about Grant playing with either or both of the twins? As teens/kids that is

they look younger here BUT!! here u go :3

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

Me: hires babysitter for my four year old assassin son

Babysitter: laughs and says that he can “keep the kid at home, there no way they can sneak out”

Morel: takes that as a challenge

Now I’m at work, with a small, silent, stabby child hanging off my shoulders like the golden boy’s cape.

The Boss is laughing at me.

[crysdrawsthings]

Classic Deer behavior. In her defense it was the New Life Festival.  Also ft. everyone’s beloved Razum-Dar and @sleepy-salami ‘s Stabby.

[guroseinsei]

everything was noisy today. too noisy. hated it :D

[thirteenemeraldcats]

Taking a phone call on public transport is one thing. Taking that call on SPEAKER. Is another.

[ministry-of-dark-magic]

I feel stabby

[No]

But i-

[No. These two aren't used to that, no stabbing anything]

[murder-popsicle]

Natasha is Bucky's knife wife. ♥