#terminal//command

[the-parentheticals]

i don't know who you are anymore, it's as if you were never mine

Summary: It's not that it's a failure. In fact, according to the criteria she'd been given, it was a perfect success.

It's just that none of this was what she wanted anyway.

Word count: 770

Warnings: yeah I sure hope they do

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Disproportionate Retribution. Uhhh, something happens here. Don't build robots and then treat them poorly? But also, don't do what the robot does. Everything sucks here, really.

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The girl doesn't quite smile when her creation returns. If there was any joy at seeing his task finally completed, it had long dissipated by the time he had arrived, long since replaced by the grief of knowing that everything she had worked for was gone now.

"I hope you cleaned yourself up."

He says nothing.

"I don't want the blood of my beloved in my lab," she continues. "It's not a big ask, really. You should shower. I know you don't have sweat or bodily fluids or anything, but the people you kill do."

"There are more important things than that." Get on with it, his tone screams. No more distractions.

Shizuka's breath grows uneven. This isn't the product she made. It's supposed to be her admonishing him.

"What am I supposed to be doing, then?" She is breathing, she is alive and she is breathing and that is all that matters. There are no other things that can interfere.

She doesn't cry. She can't cry. None of this has anything to do with what's important.

"You knew what you signed up for, Shizuka-chan."

And she can tolerate lies, and hurt, but somehow she can't tolerate him pretending he has any hint of a clue as to what's going on. She can't tolerate him pretending she had a choice.

"I didn't choose this, I don't want this, why won't you just understand that?" She's screaming. Don't scream, Shizuka, it makes you sound unprofessional, and you don't want that, do you?

"It doesn't matter what you want. It doesn't matter what any of us want. It's only what they want. They know better than you."

She doesn't know he thought that way. She wonders, for a moment, how screwed everything is. The pause between his sentence and hers is far too long. "They aren't going to be happy with you for this."

"Why wouldn't they be? It's not like I'm doing anything detrimental."

"You're taking away their prodigy scientist. The person who created you, who you rely on all the time. Do you really want to deal with the consequences of that?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

How dare he, she thinks. How dare he not understand how important she is. She's the only reason he exists. 

She doesn't get the words out before he continues.

"In the end, you mean nothing to them. Your life is just another statistic like the ones you used. Don't you know that?"

"Then yours doesn't, either." She smiles. There's nothing behind it--no misery, no happiness.

"I've been told otherwise."

"You aren't irreplaceable, HERO." She sees it now. The mere fact that he had even believed otherwise...what had she done?

"The very fact that you're telling me this? It means I am. I'm HERO done right. And they'd never get rid of that."

"You're wrong." Her voice is light, for once in this entire conversation. The voice of someone who isn't having a mental breakdown at this very moment. "But I suppose you can deal with the consequences on your own."

"Then tell me." His tone is still flat, and it's the one that makes her want to tear off her skin and jump out the window. She doesn't know quite why. After all, it's fine. Everything is fine. (Ah, who is she kidding.) "Why wouldn't I be?"

She doesn't answer. She just waits for him to continue.

"They said I was, and they wouldn't lie to me, would they?" Is he taunting her? Is he just trying to hurt her? Of course he is. He learned from her, after all, even if neither of them meant to.

She does not quite look at his face. Her eyes aren't open all the way, and she swears that they aren't like that to hide her tears.

"...I'm starting to think they have."

He seems to be stunned by the statement at last, but it lasts only a second and it lasts years.

"Then...everything you've worked for has been for nothing."

"Yeah." She surprises herself by saying it. "Yeah, I guess it has been, because Ria's dead, and you killed her."

"You're sure of this?"

"I'm sure."

He looks at her with an unreadable expression, and all she can think about is that something has gone very, very wrong. It's not the kind of wrong she can fix. It's not the kind of wrong she knows where. She just knows it's too late now, and all she can do is wait for the consequences, her head lowered something like a dog.

"Ah, by the way?"

She looks up.

"Happy birthday."

Bang.

[scipunk]

Fallout (2024)

[gummysharksx3]

Commander peepers doodles, if you will.

[some-spacebread]

What people think linux users do

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Terminate

"I've seen death before. My mother succumbing to illness, my comrades bleeding on the battlefield . . . But I'd never seen anything as dreadful as that." —Taani, berserker of Etlan

Artist: Wayne Reynolds TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[deewithani]

Would totally share my coffee with Fox today. I'm pretty tired, but I know he's even more tired.

[vampire-bat-boy]

Every day I spend using windows my hatred for it grows

[sadruru]

Beautiful art from MEHA 4AN 💜💖 And a little bit of a story: “Well, well, my little sheep has suddenly become bold? I'll show you how we have fun in the River Kingdoms!” “Don't lose your crown, chief. We'll see who can out-dance who!” A couple of tieflings in the main square began their dance to the cheerful music of the local music band. Their faces glowed with happiness and they seemed to have forgotten everything in the world, dissolved in this magical moment and in each other, along with their own laughter. More and more spectators gathered in the main square, holding their breath. They followed their every step carefully, as if immersed in their graceful and dashing movements. Smiles and applause accompanied their every turn, look and touch. It seemed to everyone that these two were like young teenagers who had just learned the joy of love and dance, and their feelings were transmitted to everyone watching. Many people will not soon forget today's holiday.

[inkedinserendipity]

still picking enthusiastically over the in-game implications of having control over server code and the damage it could do, except it would be interesting to no one but me. but still i chew on it. the second you break players down into components it becomes so easy to fuck them up. you could just turn off breathing. accidentally. GOD

[s7arcr0sser]

I finally have the excuse to draw blosc characters as other characters !! halloween might be the only holiday i actually like exactly because there's the opportunity to do that, so here's some art brainstorming

although them dressing up as vampires monsters etc is the obvious choice, i felt like there's enough of that in the show itself (which is really cool cause it's perfect to watch on halloween)

do they even have halloween in their universe ? i mean they have christmas so why not ? i wonder how team ly would spend it... maybe not trick or treating since they're adults, but someone on star command could organize a party. who knows

[rileydrawesandwrites]

Honestly, rewatching the beautifully tragic Terminator: Dark Fate after realizing you're trans and becoming obsessed with Sapphic love stories hits so fucking different. Not even getting into the way they recut, reshot, reordered things to hide the gay (they failed) - it's such a haunting story.

I need one of my friends to get into the Grace X Dani brainrot with me because fuck I love them so much. Such a devastating doomed love story.

Dani sobbing as she shoves the makeshift blade into Grace's abdomen to remove her power source, knowing both that it's the only way to kill the machine that's come to kill her, and that it will kill this woman who has come to mean everything to her, "I'm sorry, Grace."

Grace breathing her last words in reply, as her body finally gives out, "I'm not."

Dani, furious, swearing at the machine in Spanish, "You've killed everything I loved!"

Dani, screaming unfiltered rage and heartbreak as she shoves the power source into the machine's eye, finally killing it.

[the-parentheticals]

There is no thought that races through her mind after the revelation. To do so would be to give him far too much credit, far more than he deserves. 

Word count: 220

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Voice Breaking. This is based off an AU I made with @kung-fu-cutbug and...maybe spoilers? For something? I don’t know.

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There is no thought that races through her mind after the revelation. To do so would be to give him far too much credit, far more than he deserves. Mediocre men have always stood in her way. How is this any different?

All she needs to know is that he was made to kill, that he does an excellent job of it, even here. She can’t believe he’s deceived them all for so long.

“Akiyama-chan–”

“Quit it,” she says. “I know what you really are, no matter how much you try to move on. How much you try to hide it.”

She laughs pathetically, and she doesn’t even need to avoid showing weakness because he knows all hers already.

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were naive. You’re nothing but a killer.”

“Akiyama-chan, please just–”

“Shut up. Shut up, and don’t ever talk to…” She can’t muster up the energy for any more anger and frustration. It’s all been burned up from arguing with him these past trials. Her voice goes low and flat. “...you’re a killer. You’re lucky you’re not dead where you stand.”

Because all he knows is how to kill. This cannot end well for you.

“That’s not who I was–”

“Shut up.” There’s no anger behind her words. There’s nothing. “We’ll deal with this later.”

[scipunk]

Scanners (1981)

[nightscalestudio]

The Apothecary from the Dark Angels Deathwing Command Squad.

[serenityflux]

I need a surgery that makes it so i stop brewing commander decks

[ask-the-puppet-and-the-puppeteer]

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