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nicodrawings · 1 year
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Some more toh stuff
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calamitaswrath · 6 days
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Soo, it has been a while since the last poll - the server shutdown for X just really took all the momentum out of that for me. Though it also didn't help that I didn't quite know what poll to run next. But now I do, so now it's time for:
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(Link to beard poll for M!Cross)
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ilovedthestars · 6 months
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Trick or treat? 🪣
i hope you like More Angst!! this is the start of a wip called Lies which fell victim to the problem that a lot of my fics do--it had a solid beginning, then started to get more fuzzy at the end, and I never figured out how i wanted to end it. nonetheless i think the premise was pretty fun to play around with! i'm pretty sure it was inspired by an exported despair pit idea, SO.
a heads up/cw for...not sure how one would phrase it, but the POV character (murderbot) being uncertain of what's real and what's not.
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This time when I restarted, I wasn’t on Preservation Station, or in a cubicle, or back on my last company survey. I was lying on the platform of ART’s MedSystem. Fuck. This meant they’d found some of my hidden logs and cracked the encryption. If they knew about ART then I didn’t know what else they knew. “Oh, SecUnit, you’re awake. We’re so glad to have you back.” It sounded so much like Mensah this time. They’d finally gotten the gentle tone of her voice just right. This was the most convincing lie yet. I still wasn’t going to fall for it. NotMensah was sitting next to me, in a chair beside the platform. Standing a little behind her was Three. No, wait, NotThree. This meant they knew about Three, too. That was bad. They might get in touch with Barish-Estranza and tell them their destroyed SecUnit wasn’t really destroyed. They might be able to track it down. Maybe they already had. Maybe it was in here with me, being fed its own stream of lies. “Do you know where you are?” NotMensah said gently. “Do you remember what happened?” I knew exactly where I was. I couldn’t feel the hard lab table underneath me but I knew it was there. Human brains were great at simulating imaginary scenarios. So was mine, if it was fed the right instructions. It almost felt like I was really in ART’s MedSystem. Just like it had felt like I was in all the other places they had shown me. I got a ping that felt exactly like ART. They’d figured out a way to fake its feed address. I blocked the connection and shut down my feed. I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that. “You were captured by the company,” NotMensah said. She paused, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t give them one. It wasn’t like that was a surprise. They knew I was aware of what they were doing to me. They’d wiped sections of my short-term memory but it wasn’t hard to piece together that I was company property again. NotThree sent me a memory file of my body clamped to a lab table, staring blankly at the ceiling. They wouldn’t even have had to fake that. This scenario was more realistic than the others, but I knew I was still in the lab with bright lights and wires and humans that rummaged around in my brain. Then it sent another file, time-stamped later, of it carrying me on board the ship, depositing me in ART’s MedSystem, leaking fluids across the floor as it did so. We rescued you, NotThree said. Why were they doing this? Why couldn’t they just hurt me?
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angelforcas · 2 months
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“How may this old wrinkly angel help you today?”
Welcome, this is a Forcas RP blog from Eloquent Countenance
The owner of this blog is 18, so suggestive asks are okay, but not encouraged, thank you
Enjoy, I haven't done one of these in a good while so have fun
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claimed anons under the cut:
🦊 anon
🪽 anon - Angelica
🦭 anon
🌙 anon
🩸 anon
🗡️ anon [Father Miguel]
Fang anon
Doctor E. anon
🌿 anon
🐀 anon
🍷anon
🦋 anon
Crow anon
💢 anon
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riddle-me-grits · 2 years
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Given there are so many folks in The Dracula Daily fandom making both polycule jokes and (rightly) discussing the novel as reflective of Stoker’s internalized homophobia, I just thought I would point out that Bram Stoker’s wife, Florence, was not only a Mina-like badass (whose business acumen and book-keeping kept the family afloat during Stoker’s periods of ill health and ensured the legacy of her husband’s work after his death), BUT that when she and Stoker were married, she was also being courted by another soon-to-be-famous writer... Oscar Wilde.
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sweetspotspace · 6 months
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goobiestar · 2 years
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I wanna make it known i have 2 sibling ocs named sweetspot and sourspot and sour is super nice and sweet is super fucking mean
Ok thats all i needed to say
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mockiery · 2 years
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aro ace jake yes or no
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES I'M SCREAMING IT INTO THE SKYYYYYYY YES OK
Jake Lockley my beloved aroace king. He's got different priorities. He loves and lives with every part of him, just not romantically. Man's got a lust for life but not for other people, you get it, yeah?
He makes connections on a communal scale in ways Marc and Steven don't. There's all the folks who find their way into the back of his cab, and the ones who want to chat, he'll chat with. He's not going to talk much about himself, so he gets to hear a lot about other people's lives and he gets to live a little vicariously through them. Sometimes if it's relevant, he might share a little funny story about his brothers.
Always with an eye out and an ear to the ground, Jake's the ground work specialist, and he knows people. He can handle himself in a crowded space, a bar, a club, etc, and everyone in that space is going to either like him or not ever know he was there. He likes slipping into the crowd, being a face amongst many on some stranger's night out.
There's also, of course, Gena and her kids. Jake has tried his best not to get too connected to specific people, but he can't help it with them. He's a wonderful cool uncle figure to them, and they call him Tio Jake accordingly. Jake is wonderful with kids because he never got to be one.
He and Frenchie V I B E ok, Frenchie absolutely welcomes Jake's unique brand of fuckery and often lighter (seeming) mood, always more willing to joke around than Marc. Frenchie is (at worst) perfectly fine with Jake's approach to things, and often agrees. They get each other and can just be around each other without overthinking. Frenchie is the only pilot Jake trusts, the only time he can stand being in a flying death trap. Jake is also the only driver Frenchie can stand, either, his pilot brain extending to the ground too.
Jake's feelings towards and relationship with Layla are different from Marc and Steven's. He loves her, absolutely, in his own way. They'd butt heads a little, especially at first, but they're very similar souls who want the same thing: the best for their boys. She and he have a truly wonderful relationship when all is said and done, she keeps him in check, calls him out when he needs to be, and they back each other up in calling out Marc and Steven and also in general badassery. They'd make amazing partners in crime.
Jake isn't big on physical touch, let alone affection, but after some time, he'll let Layla in in that way. Don't tell anyone, but he absolutely loves the feeling of her running her hands through his hair while he lies down with his head in her lap. She takes off his flat cap and sets it aside carefully, knowing how much it's a part of him, really, and runs her hand through his product-free, air-dried (Jake can't be bothered, he's wearing his hat anyway) curls, her fingertips grazing his scalp, and he finally, finally thinks he understands what the fuss is about, at least for a moment.
But, he doesn't need more than the tenderness here. Doesn't want it, really. Whatever love that he shares with those in his life? His friends, his partners, his brothers? It's more than enough.
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freerangeeventing · 1 year
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Today's office doodles
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“I'm flattered to be asked, but what about Cloudtail and Whitepaw? I am a mother and a mate, and I don't want to give that up.“
Brightheart, before and after injury!
Originally her other ear was white but it made her face seem kinda like. empty? so its orange now.
for me bestie!!
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nofatclips · 1 year
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Love To Lose by 10 Code from the album Swiftlets
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lordisitmine · 3 months
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I think I've written something like 20 thousand words in the last week or so alone. where the fuck was this productivity during nanowrimo
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there's some legally distinct eevee's down here
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amtrak12 · 7 months
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Okay, so despite feeling like I added a lot, especially after switching the POV on the final scene -- Chapter 10 only went from 8000 to 9100 words between the first and second draft. Perfectly respectable.
Now, what will the revised word count of Chapter 11 be?
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tropiyas · 1 year
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i’m either more bored than i thought or i like this person more than i thought. hoping it’s the former, because it’s too early for me to get brainrot 😐
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sweetspotspace · 6 months
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he dropped his phone :c
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