#yet the plot is......... so so vague

[bloodiedseraph]

Hrrrnnngrhhhhhh thinking about writing a fic where Harry is death and Tom is his most beloved worshipper. If this has already been written I fear I will cry

TOM SIMULTANEOUSLY FEARING AND LOVING DEATH. MASSACRES IN HARRYS NAME

Need the world to think the man with green eyes is Tom's omen but really it's the other way AROUND

Need Harry caressing Tom's face and calling him his omen. Need Tom being a pathetic simp for his god

nvm thinking about I am WRITING THISSS

[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.

[ugghouly]

realizing that despite how old she my be, marcille will be younger than falin very quickly. Marcille will have walked the earth for many decades to be a young adult, but only in a few heartbeats will falin look at her with an infinitely more worldly glance. Falin's face marked with wrinkles and her mind filled with the wisdom only approaching death can bring you, marcille will be unable to understand her. Marcille will be too immature, too naive, and too many worlds apart for them too love each other the way they used to. Marcille's body and mind were never meant to change so quickly and by the time she catches up to where falin is in life and can finally understand falin will be long gone.

[fadedsweater]

First Line Challenge

@mel-0n-earth tagged me in this a couple weeks ago (thank you for the tag! 😊💛)

Rules: post the first line of your wip, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

I'm cheating because this is more than one sentence, but it's technically one line of dialogue so 😤

Anyway, post-Veilguard solavellan be upon ye:

"Is that what we are?" Solas asked, with no trace of derision. He spoke softly, plainly, as if he were asking her opinion on the weather. "Married?"

Tagging @darethshirl, @broodwolf221, @luzial, and anyone else who wants to join in 💛

[quietwingsinthesky]

i think about the master & the doctor like those species of eagle whose mating flights have them lock talons and fall together and that have to let each other go before they crash into the ground, except each time they release each other a little slower, the ground gets a little closer, and they don’t have to be separated for a few perilous moments longer.

[iamyounicorn]

there is a story trying to form in my head that sounds like a perfect plot for one of those yaois you read once and never find again, which sucks because I am so bad at drawing comics bigger than one silly page

[iobartach]

@gazelessmenagerie [alchemax!🐙] asked; " Can I bring you a cup of coffee? I'm already on number seven or eight… I forget which. " - Dr. Otto Octavius, Alchamax employee ;3c

best of daredevil: cutting edge prompts

Unaware of the time, Miguel turns away from the microscope he had been hunched over for the last half-hour without success, the applied dye highlighting nothing of interest or significance on the sample he'd been committed to studying, translating to... a giant waste of time. "Sure... that sounds great." Endorsing the offer, he responds on autopilot, the words used not match with the geneticist's tone. Sounding distracted, his gaze is seen to occasionally stray back to his workstation, keen to analyse his latest failure.

"Black, if you can. ...And grab yourself some water." Mildly concerned with the quantity of caffeine Otto had possibly ingested this day, in truth his own record wasn't far behind. Both scientists were hooked on the same fix that provided them each with enough fuel and energy to spend all hours of the day and night working on Alchemax's dime. A station he loathed more with every sordid scandal that he manages to uncover under a different guise, a calling that went to war with the same corporations that kept Nueva York under a totalitarian thumb.

The same station that goes ignored this night, out of a want-- to get something right. His reputation in the company only bought so much time. it wouldn't be long before he'd have to answer questions fielded by Stone for why he hasn't produced a promising piece of marketable bioengineered convenience.

"And afterwards, you can tell me why you're here so late, too."

[rhikasa-archived]

places new ocs in front of you like a crow delivering a shiny new object it just found.

[ picrew / gif maker ]

[scarlettmoth]

I’ve accidentally really committed to an incredibly good bit by having really only listened to Porter’s stuff when it comes to the Solaires plotline. That man will be speaking in his episodes about things I have NO idea about and I don’t know if it’s funnier to commit to this bit for a while longer or finally really listen to the Sam or Vincent audios??

[r0semultiverse]

Should have posted this sooner but Netflix leaked the date of The Amazing Digital Circus episode 4 back in October

Back when episode 3 had just launched on Netflix like a whole minute before the Youtube premier (since it had a count down), Netflix showed this on the mobile app.

A placeholder image for Episode 4 of Pomni in front of the digital turkey from episode 1 and text that says "Coming in December."

I screenshotted it because surely there's no way this was true given the spacing between release dates of the last 2 episodes (two & three) and sent it to my partners and a server I'm in dismissing it as just Netflix being Netflix and putting out misinformation as streaming services are known to do quite often. Seeing as Netflix just acquired the rights to have it also shown on their platform, it was even more likely it was just total misinformation as GLITCH hasn't been that transparent with us before about this series and there was no word on episode 4 in any official capacity.

Editing this after having written the initial post: Apparently it was also supposedly leaked on the Netflix website too with a more specific date given.

Cut to yesterday when we got this image of seemingly promotional material for the next episode from GLITCH. I was shocked, it's coming soon then? Maybe this is just to tide us over for a few months, the Netflix leak was probably not even a leak. (This is the best quality I got, I don't have a twitter and I'm sure the instagram image compression is as bad as the Youtube community post.)

Ah yes, this man is super charitable with his 57 cents. 😂 (inb4 North America public service job moments with the two gunmen NPCs on the loose.)

AND THEN TODAY THE TRAILER DROPPED TELLING US THAT EPISODE 4 WILL DROP ON DECEMBER 13TH! I am shocked, I am in awe, and fuck Netflix for leaking the general date (even if it's just the month) that the next episode would come out as that wasn't official information that we were probably supposed to know. Also here's a banner showing something new going on with Gangle.

Having said that though I enjoy little leaks like this personally, whether it was coincidental and misinformation on the streaming service's part or not. CHECK THE NETFLIX PAGE AND APP RIGHT AS EPISODE 4 DROPS OR WITHIN THOSE 24-48 HOURS I GUESS! MAYBE THEY'LL DO IT AGAIN! 🤯 Netflix just can't stop leaking things I guess, from entire shows to release dates of shows.

Another edit: Apparently Gangle's VA said somewhere in this live stream that it was coming out in December, but I haven't watched all of it; so, I can't confirm if that's true.

[trollocs-ooc]

Its really a tossup on any given day how much I want my ocs to interact with godtier characters because like. Yeah they'd know about sgrub a million times over by now theoretically because of how many game mfs there are on this site, but also ☝️ I do not want their lives to be impacted by sgrub. Everyone except the non-rp session10 characters are staying firmly the fuck away from sgrub permanently. Its basically a god-given restraining order

[pinkestlittlebutterfly]

Servamp hospital AU with no plot only vibes but I remembered there's more characters to experience the joys of working in healthcare.

Yumi – Part of the security team under Tsurugi. Once he was destined for a job with more prestige and better pay; and it's no secret that several members of his family are rather disappointed with where he ended up. He, however, seems to love being part of the security team, and takes great joy in playing mouthpiece for the nurses who – unlike him – can’t tell abusive patients to go fuck themselves. 

Jun – Part of the security team under Tsurugi. As its calmest member, he’s deployed whenever a situation could maybe be saved with diplomacy. Lately, however, he’s been trying to keep himself a little safer for the sake of his young son, which the other two use as an excuse to saddle him with all their paperwork. 

Iori – Part of the upper echelon of administration, like many of his family before him. His tasks used to be mostly about logistics, but he has also been handed responsibility over the hospital’s finances upon starting to work in his current position, which multiple people were vying for at the time. He’s well-connected and popular, so no one would accuse him of nepotism to his face. 

Tooru – Part of the upper echelon of administration, and known as an incorrigible workaholic. A lot of his tasks are about managing the staff, and though he’s far removed from the reality of working the wards, he still tries his best to be helpful. He’s not sure what to think of his nephew’s job in the hospital – he’s proud, but there’s been too many burnt-out nurses in his office to not make him worry. 

Touma – Part of the upper echelon of administration, concerned with questions of safety, and firmly in control of the security team. While not everyone is happy with the way he handles his responsibilities, there’s rarely ever any complaints about him. It’s unclear whether this is because of the results he produces or the fact that everyone seems scared of him. 

Mikado – CEO not only of this hospital, which was founded by his family, but also the hospital network it has spawned since. He’s not seen often, neither by the medical staff nor the administration team, and sometimes it seems like he actively avoids the hospital. His confidants among upper management are aware he’s quite unhappy with his younger son’s job there, but have not yet figured out why he’s not doing anything about it. 

Mikage – used to be CEO before his son Mikado. Unlike him, he was not only an administrator but a trained doctor, too. He established the hospital’s paediatric unit, and though he has passed since, a beautifully framed picture of him still smiles upon the patients treated there. The resident paediatrician can be seen tending to it sometimes.

[je-doute-donc-je-suis]

ARE WE FACETS OR FRAGMENTS

ARE WE POLYFRAGMENTED OR MEDIAN. THESE ARE OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE SPECTRUM HOW CAN WE NOT TELL

Being mostly one main emotion that grew an identity, "a specific trait or emotion". Yeah that's exactly how all of us are, except we don't have that "core" alter, all of us are floating around without a "center" we're based on. Unless you can count our shared childhood memories as that "core". fableing is also extremely accurate, especially for one/two we are still wondering if they're not veritbond too

But none of those have the "are temporary people and fade away" like with fragments. But we can't find a single type of system where it's all temporary fragments and we all have a lifespan of 10 hours or less before we fucking disappear forever

What the hell are we. Are our blackouts not from something else, but real secret full alters taking over without us knowing ? Making us a regular system with fragments and full alters? But we're clearly out the most with those blackouts being rare and only a very few times a month for like, 2 hours max. How could a cloud of fragments have full monopoly of the consciousness and body

(we genuinely see ourselves as a cloud where sometimes, a vague silhouette or pair of hands/paws reaches out and take control. and rarer, sometimes they even fully step out of the fog, and pretty much check themself over, discovering their identity. before suddenly getting dragged back to the depth of our cloud, identity stripped away and erased, assimilated back to our one consciousness fog. yet none of us want that [unless there's some weird "alter outside our "hivemind" we're not aware of that's messing stuff up with us" stuff going on. which i doubt, but who knows])

What the hell do we do, what the hell are we, what is going on and how do we stop us from disappearing and make everyone else come back. We're monoconscious, we share memories, objectively, we may not be full people at first, but in those once in a blue moon event, we do become one. Over the hours we grow a species, name, taste in pronouns and hobbies, we become someone. And then we/they pretty much fucking die a few hours later, back to being no one, with only the memories of them, and maybe their barebone simplyplural profile; if they had the time to make one and customise it before the fucking invisible timer ran out; left of them, like a fucking tombstone

We're so done with this, figuring out a sense of self was always such a good feeling, but now we completely gave up and ignore it every time the feeling of figuring ourselves out show up, because what's the point? We'll die in just a few hours anyway. Our lifespans are shorter than a damn fly

But gods damn it we don't want that, WE WANT TO LIVE

Even online we can't find anything or anyone...

[illarian-rambling]

Would it be oh-so wrong of me to take a little break from MG3 to work on an outline for my ghost ship story idea? That might be the little writer devil on my shoulder talking, but idk, he's got good ideas sometimes

[ace-malarky]

aw shit lads the fair folk are coming back 👀

[hyaciiintho]

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