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hailsatanacab · 2 years

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Another suggested title: My Way Home Is Through You

My Way Home Is Through You

Ahhh this is a tough one! To make it easier on myself, I'm taking it incredibly literally and making it incredibly angsty!!!

So, here's what I'm thinking: DP x DC

Danny’s having a rough time of it, racing through the ghost zone, hurt, bleeding heavily, scared out of his mind - whether it's a reveal gone wrong, the GIW are after him, or Plasmius, it's dealer's choice - so he dives into a rapidly shrinking portal in front of him, hoping against hope that the other side of if is safe.

He doesn't recognise where the portal spits him out, but that's nothing new, all that matters is that it's closed and whoever's following him hasn't made it after him - without another thought, he leans back, closes his eyes and slips into blissful, restful unconsciousness.

So now here's the real question - who finds him? I feel like I'm leaning towards this being a romantic fic, so perhaps one of the batkids - let's go with Tim! - sees all this happen and takes him back to the cave to patch him up and when Danny wakes up a lot less hurt than he expected, he is immensely grateful.

But let's get back to the title!!! Whatever weapons were being used against Danny have affected his core (maybe Plasmius hit him with the Maximus) - or maybe there's just very low ambient ectoplasm in this new dimension - but whatever the reason, it means he's not able to heal quite as quickly as normal, so he's stuck having to rely Tim for a while.

We're entering slowburn country now baby!

It takes a little while for them to trust each other, for them to become friends, but it helps that Danny can be open and honest with him. This is a new dimension that he has no stake in, so Danny has no issues telling the batfam who and what he is, where he comes from and why he was running. Tim, being the gallant genius he is, begins working on a portal to get Danny back to where he needs to be.

Everyday, Tim checks on Danny's wounds and everyday, his fingertips leave trailing goose pimples where they ghost along his skin.

Tim doesn't realise what's happening until Dick takes him aside one day and tells him how proud he is of him for putting aside his feelings to build the very machine that will separate them, and that he'll be here for him no matter what happens.

It gets a lot harder to work on the portal after that.

Danny doesn't realise what's happening until the portal is complete and suddenly it seems impossible for them to say goodbye.

Without Tim, he wouldn't be able to go home, but... without Tim, would it still be his home?

send me a fic title and I'll make up a fic

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #ask game #oooooooooouff this was a tough one #did i do it justice?#i get so carried away with these lmao #this is my first actual romance in any dp thing #oh wait whats their ship name?? i have no idea haha someone lmk #i didnt know who to go for #except that i absolutely didnt want to do damian because he feels way more like a brother to danny en #rn #and lbr tim is the best choice to build a portal #i took the title way too literally haha sorry #also i hope you wanted it danny phantom anon!!!! i was very close to going with danmei - the title just really lends itself to a tgcf fic #or even thousand autumns!!! it could explore shen qiao leaving behind his sect to be with yan wushi #which like... would never happen in canon but it would be a cool fic premise!!!#anyway i hope you enjoyed it!!!!!#my writing #cab writes

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arachnoheaux · 5 months

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xxx some misconceptions abt my angel routinely come up in plotting & interactions, so thought i'd talk abt him some to put it out there!:

angel loves his job. being a sex worker brings out the best in him & it's not a shameful occupation he was forced into, needs to be saved from, or is a direct cause to any of his grief. yes, he is overworked & his talents are unjustly exploited but in no way that's worse than any other occupation due to its sexual nature. the angle of the ' poor destitute prostitute ' peeves me kinda massively actually & i really don't vibe with ooc whorephobia.

angel is VIOLENT & RECKLESS. blood & gore doesn't make him squeamish. weapons don't make him squeamish. he's not offput by slaughter & often engages in it himself. he has a severe sadomasichistic streak, a high pain tolerance, & the ability to shed & regrow limbs due to his insect - like physicality. it also takes a LOT to actually make him afraid of physical violence, bc in his mind nth holds a candle to things he's already experienced. on that note!

angel is PROTECTIVE of his relationship with valentino. not because it's a good thing, by any means. but because ( depending on the valentino muse in question ) valentino is and remains to be an important figure in his life for better or worse. whether they were past lovers or strictly have a working relationship, angel's relationship with valentino is closely tied to his own identity & success. he won't hate on him or tolerate such things easily. ( also this popular notion of treating valentino like a hate sink isn't super fun for me. for angel, it's Personal with a capital P )

angel doesn't quite look like he does in canon. i'm not much a stickler on this, but throughout the time i've mused and drawn him, my angel's come to look a little different. primarily, he sports a vibrant pink & curly hair, so please don't describe him as white or pale

he's a cis man with a passion for drag as a lifestyle. gender expression is an intimate part of his identity, but the same - sidedness of his own gender isn't something he's ever doubted. the validity of certain parts of himself that make him a man? absolutely. his sexual identity & gender expression are central themes to his character. but he's never had that deep, internalized wish to cross over. he celebrates his own personal gender expansion but dabbling in things considered ' feminine ' doesn't mean he's ever considered himself a woman ( & being called such isn't smth he likes )

#memoirs of a mafioso . key characterization #xxx my angel seems..... very different than popular ideas of him out there #xxx i've gathered this in the time i've spent here talking abt him with ppl #xxx more than i wanna talk abt it i wanna just write him and let all this expose speak for itself!#xxx but that gets a little tough when your partner / audience already has an idea of him in their head that he doesn't fit very well #xxx so here's hoping it helps some! 💔#xxx also super down to elaborate on these things or answer questions abt them #xxx angel's been such a constant... Thing in my brain just living rent free & talking abt himself to me constantly so #xxx always down to subject y'all to that too lmao #xxx more to be determined! this isn't a personal jab or vague at anybody i've spoken to #xxx but common themes i've run into during my few years writing angel so i just wanna put some stuff out there in one place 🛐

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polarisbibliotheque · 14 days

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Little Updates! + Music-Fics-Requests

Hello my dear angels, devils, humans and in-between creatures of the day and the night, I hope you are all doing wonderfully :)

So. I'm still behind on my writing/posting schedule because, to put it very mildly, I've been going through a breakdown hahahaha last month, it was my birthday which I don't quite enjoy, and a few days later my dad suffered an accident - and that, my dear cryptids, triggered chaos and crisis in my life HAHAHAHA

I used to be a skeptic of the earth-shattering powers of Saturn's Return when you reach your 30s, but lo and behold, it didn't take Saturn even a WEEK to make itself known

My dad is fine health-wise, but it was quite traumatic for me and I'm still trying to figure things out regarding the repercussions of everything that happened. So, things have slowed down a LOT when it comes to EVERYTHING in my life while I'm trying to put it all back into place.

I'm tip-toeing around the details 'cause I really don't want to openly talk about it, like I said, still going through the motions

I DO WANT TO WRITE THOUGH, I MISS IT.

I've said it before, writing is my therapy. I'm finishing last year's Vergil Halloween special, and I will be posting soon, I hope.

But I've been wanting to do the music writing thing again! SO!

For now, I'm gonna take my last year's Spotify Wrapped playlist as I've done before, but I want to add some songs didn't make the cut last year Ghost I'm staring at you, so I'll just make a playlist for writing here, with a bunch of songs I think would be nice/fun/interesting for the Spardaverse HAHAHA

SO! HOW ARE WE GONNA DO IT?

Just send me an ask, with a number and a character - just remember, I write Dante and Vergil with y/n s/o and Nero with Kyrie.

For now, I'll be doing just the three of them, but if you are an unhinged little fella and suggest something with another character that ends up having an interesting song attached to it, I might write it as well, ask at your own risk *side eyes*

Let the memes come

That's it. I just wanna go back to having a little fun with writing again and once I'm stuck again in survival mode after all that happened in the last couple of weeks, this little music game might help ^^

And it might be fun for you too! Oh, do put something like "hey, it's for the music-fic ask" so I know what's about as well! I might get lost on my asks forgive me

Hope to write a lot more so I can get back onto my bigger projects soon, like Nemesis and Survivor's Blood! I won't give up on them, I just need some ~time~

Hope to see you guys on my asks!!

#polaris speaks #update #life update #writing update #music fic requests #I've to come up with a better name for that #also don't worry too much about me #I don't do well with feelings and oversharing them or even sharing #so the best thing I can do for now is getting back into writing I think #eventually I hope I'll figure things out #(that dean line 'if someone else asks me how I'm feeling I'm gonna start throwing punches' is real)#(this man raised me to be tough and go through the motions when I was a teen HAHAHAHA he's here for a REASON xD)

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slightlytoastedbagel · 2 months

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Yuka Shiraishi. btw.

#she has 20 lines at most but i love her #i'd really like for an 5 to have more yuka content... especially since ken is training vbs #ken is working them rough which for people surrounding vivid street (or at least vbs) would seem tough but understandable #but yuka is an outsider. yuka is a caring mother who still supports her daughter and her friends despite not growing up in vivid street #yuka would possibly consider this too much for the moment and try to get them to relax #and. i really want the current vbs arc to end with them relaxing a little #i don't think they'll go straight from “we're surpassing rad weekend and carrying nagi's wish”#to “we're tying ourselves down to this one event when we could go even further”#but they could definitely recognise “we're still kids we have time”#and yuka could be the one to bring that up. radder were all adults when rad weekend happened. vbs are in their second year of high school #and they're talented. so incredibly talented. kohane showed that at crawl green. akito finally realises his growth in his 4th event #toya has just came to terms with his classical music background and draws from it to write songs for the group #and an has had years of experience singing. except she also holds herself back in her want to be line nagi #which i'm almost certain will be addressed in her 5th event. and with yuka being the one who comforted an during lutf (in her card)#well. i think it would be nice for her to come back #especially as she is - again - an outsider to vivid street. she could represent how vbs can go beyond vivid street #another possibility is kohane's father. he sort of just disappeared after sdsc (at least i recall akito and an mentioning meeting him?)#and considering the impact he has on kohane (photography and his doubts regarding her sudden change in early game)#it could be nice seeing him again since with kohane/akito/toya seemingly reaching the end of a current arc in the last year #(ie the kohane and taiga plot/akito no longer feeling like he's behind the others/toya and classical music)#the next step in the group's story could be happening #half of this has nothing to do with yuka fjrjdiejd. i just like the concept of her being the group's link to going outside of vivid street #or going beyond is suppose. beyond the way...#bagel's rambles #i'm on break. watch me draw yuka design

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compacflt · 1 year

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more on ice's cancer?

no.

#depresses me. sorry.#i met USA O-10 GEN david petraeus at a NYHS lecture in February & he made some joke about #how admirals statistically don’t live very long (which ive tried to like fact-check multiple times)#and it made me so blisteringly depressed i didn’t hear anything he said for like 5 straight minutes #i know what i wrote about it isn’t medically/factually accurate or anything #but iiiiiiii can’t deal with medical trauma (?) sad shit like that. lost too many family members idk. just too tough. needed a happy ending #especially after the story i wrote. like they need to be able to talk to each other for a long long long time after all that. sorry.#every time i watch ice’s death scene in tgm i get nauseous with grief. probably something wrong with me idk. just can’t do it.#nauseous with grief writing these tags.#too young to know how to reckon with dying from getting old

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solomon-tozer · 11 months

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Could you give me FJ/Tozer little kisses? Lately I'm very fond of them<33

They're so good!! It was the first pairing I did terror fic for, so I'm very fond of them too <3

Little Kisses: Fitzjames/Tozer

He expects kissing Solomon to be all roughness and hard angles, rawness and need. He expects to feel the physical power of it, the strength…

What he doesn't expect is the softness, the abrupt little hiccough within his own chest as something comes loose at the touch, strong hands holding him close, yes, but gentlness there too, such tenderness...

As they pull apart James can only gaze at Solomon. He understands that with that simple, profound little touch they've both come undone, and he can't help but wonder what wonderful new thing they might be remade into.

Previous little kisses / Request a little kiss

#the terror amc #james fitzjames #solomon tozer #fitzjames x tozer #which i suppose would be fitzer but that's confusing as there's fitzier and i'm dyslexic and silly #little kisses #my writing #my stuff #making theses a bit too soft and long it seems oops XD #there's so much going on in this that i'm just... alsdkjf;sldkfj #mostly jfj's expectations being what he expects is epected #but tozer for all his outward tough exterior is actually capable of being astonishingly soft and gentle #and he's steady and reassuring #and this this moment fitzjames would come undone and start to reconfigure his idea of himself #he gets more than he bargained for...#anyway thank you!! i love these guys!! always a pleasure to think about them

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quantummindclassicalheart · 2 years

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a soft place to land

A companion to this piece by @belligerentbagel. A few years after their travels with the Mighty Nein, Caleb and Jester reunite for the summer and kinda sorta fall in love all over again.

Caleb Widogast never used to sleep easy. The downside of a keen memory was the way it came back to bite you in your dreams, the way it teased you with stained-glass fragments of the past (as beautiful as they were sharp, and more than capable of drawing blood).

There are nights when he still wakes up in a cold sweat, caught up in a memory of fire or blood or ash. He still puts the silver thread up around the bedroom out of force of habit.

But these days, more often then not, he sleeps through the night and wakes with the rising sun. For there is a cottage in a glen and it is his (for the summers at least) and it is a home for his heart and his friends (the two are one and the same). There is a bed, comfortable as any he's ever known and big enough for two.

And she is here, still asleep in the early morning light and curled up in her silky pink pajamas with a body pillow in the likeness of an oversized Frumpkin. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, filled with a gentle stillness that an awake Jester rarely has the patience for. She is here and she is so beautiful and also she is drooling on the pillow a little bit but she is beautiful anyway.

It was not so long ago that Jester had Sent him a message, telling him that she and Fjord had decided they needed a break, and could she stay with him for the summer while she figured things out, and also how was Essek and teaching—as the spell’s limitations cut Jester’s message short, Caleb observed that it was sort of nice to see she hadn’t changed one bit. Jester was still as Jester as ever.

And Essek is indeed around when he can be, but for now they too are on a break. He is a satellite that comes into Caleb’s orbit tracing eccentric trajectories through their shared space and time, pulling on the threads of their mutual attraction. It is still dangerous for him to remain in one place for too long, but the now former Shadowhand is clever and canny, and one day he may come to stay for good.

But for now, Jester is here and Essek is not. And summer has unfurled its warmth over the Marrow Valley. Strawberries have come and gone. Apples are growing ripe on the branch and the kitchen is filled with the smells of baked goods and stews and roasts in the evenings. They eat well. They spend afternoons at the market or reading in the shade of the apple tree that stands in the meadow. Caleb has learned to harness train a handful of his cats (with some helpful tips from Oremid Hass and the assistance of many, many treats), and so they take the cats for walks when the weather is nice and the cats are in a good mood.

It’s not hard for Caleb to turn some spare workshop space into a makeshift studio, so there is room for Jester to sketch and paint to her heart’s content—though one of the cats, Klaus, insists on being held while she paints, and so Jester has had to learn to paint with a cat in one arm. The paintings still turn out pretty good anyway.

Caleb asks Jester about her old friend Artagan (last she heard, he was off messing with some newly discovered plane of clockwork robots) and in turn Jester asks him about his colleagues at the academy (the Conjuration faculty are nice enough, but Professor Ostoroth in Abjuration is an insufferable bureaucrat, and not even a particularly competent one).

In time, Jester tells Caleb about Fjord and their time at sea. She tells him about sailing on the Nein Heroez, and how the exciting bits were usually separated by days or even weeks of nothing but open sea. In the evenings she sings him the shanties she’d learned from the other sailors to pass the time, including the bawdy ones. Especially the bawdy ones.

Jester tells him of traveling so far that she saw constellations she’d never seen before, twinkling jewels set into the darkest night skies in all of Exandria. On clear nights, Orly would lend her a spyglass and teach her their names—there was the Wyvern and the Manticore and the Great Owlbear and the Gelatinous Cube (though privately she thought this last one, an approximately rhombus-shaped bunch of stars, was kind of a cop-out by someone who’d probably gotten sick of naming constellations).

She shares stories of the many times that she and Fjord talked their way out of sticky situations, and more than a few where they had to fight their way through. “Fjord was always trying to protect me,” she concludes. “And he’s a really sweet guy for that. But… I don’t need protecting, you know?” And gods, does Caleb know it. He has always known it. Sapphires may sparkle, but they are tougher than they look.

In the years since their adventures with the Mighty Nein, Caleb has continued to change (as befits a Transmutation wizard, after all). There are the beginnings of smile lines around his eyes that never were there before. It is getting easier for him to let himself be loved, to accept that others will know him (even the parts he would rather stayed hidden) and they will love him anyway.

And through their conversations, Caleb has come to see that Jester has in fact changed too. She is less afraid to let the mask fall, to be more than the avatar of joy and chaos that others expect her to be. She is more sure of herself, of what (and who) she wants. And so when Jester tells him on a sunny afternoon that she might have more than just friendly platonic feelings for him, Caleb doesn’t immediately withdraw or try to hide away. Of the two of them, she has always been the brave one. But he is learning to be brave too.

And now she is here, sleeping beside him. She is here and she is as real as anything he has ever known and he loves her, plain and simple.

The new term at Soltryce will begin soon, and Caleb will have classes to prepare. There are students' names to memorize and lectures to write and new pedagogies to test and he really does look forward to it, even if it means that this respite will soon come to an end. But not quite yet.

Jester rolls over and her eyes flutter open. "Hey, Caleb." Her morning voice is still low and crackly and not quite warmed up yet.

“Ah, good morning. You slept well?”

“Really well,” says Jester, giving the plush Frumpkin a scritch. She yawns and stretches, catlike herself. “So, what are we gonna do today?”

Caleb thinks for a bit, tries to quiet the voice in his head that counts the days until summer’s end. “I do have Teleport prepared today. We could go anywhere you like. I could take you home for a bit, if you want.”

She looks at him with those shining violet eyes, places a hand softly on his arm, and simply says, “I’m already home.”

Caleb reaches over to muss her hair, carefully avoiding the horns (he has learned firsthand just how sensitive they are). “That is a lovely sentiment, though it does not help us decide what to do with the rest of the day.”

Jester pouts. “Caleb. I was just trying to say something cute, okay? Don’t ruin—mmph,” she says, as he leans over and interrupts her indignation with a kiss on the lips.

“It was very cute,” he says teasingly as they break away. “You are very cute. Let’s start with breakfast, ja?”

“Ja, bitte,” replies Jester. “…did I say it right?”

<Your pronunciation was flawless, darling,> says Caleb in Zemnian as he gets out of bed and puts on his slippers.

“Wait, Caleb! What does that mean? Caleb?”

“I’m afraid you will just have to catch me to find out,” says Caleb, starting to walk towards the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye he spies her subtly preparing to cast Hold Person, and turns to brush it away with a swift Counterspell.

“If you wanted to Hold Person so badly,” he remarks wryly to a blushing Jester, “you could have just asked,” and he climbs back into bed to wrap her up in a warm and cozy embrace.

#widojest #critical role #caleb widogast #jester lavorre #writing #content note: contains fjorester and shadowgast mentions #dear bagel: i hope you have recovered well from covid. please accept this post-campaign fluff #you will i hope recognize some of the imagery from your painting and tags #(this was also inspired by a joke post suggesting that one ship their fave with 'a good night's sleep' and i took it too seriously)#the hardest part of this was figuring out a canon-compliant way to write post-campaign widojest without getting into fj/sg breakup details #and without dismissing the effort that the players put into those relationships in-game #i think i did all right #anyway. in my head the frumpkin body pillow is a combination of the plush in the cr shop and marinette’s giant kitty pillow from miraculous #jester’s gotta get her cuddles in. we all know this #also note that jester’s sending message is a paraphrase in the text which is why it’s not exactly 25 words #fun fact: sapphires are a nine (nein) on the mohs hardness scale so. pretty tough #also i used a translate app to check that caleb’s zemnian (german) sentence wouldn’t be immediately intelligible in common (english)#even though the german version does not appear in this text #internet translations are hit or miss anyway and caleb would know what he said so the reader should too #and yes. i ended the fic with a truly terrible pun. you’re welcome #as always a big thanks to my beta d.k.m. for many excellent comments and suggestions

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eorzeashan · 1 year

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I know every agent after the class story makes that joke about how they're jobless and homeless, but it only settled in for me how Eight feels about it after I finished Secrets of the Enclave as well.

He was definitely bouncing between masters and jobs, with the latest being the SIS and the CEDF (mostly Saganu), which I like to joke that Saganu is like his foster stepdad who lets this delinquent crash on his couch with an open-door policy when he gets fired from his job or his latest adventures don't pan out despite being 10 years older than him max, but he's on the fence about whether either of these places are really where he wants to stay. I also like to picture Eight laying down on a fancy chaise lounge like he's seeing a shrink whenever he visits Saganu who is also sitting in a nearby chair and tiredly asking what he wants to do with his life from here, lol.

The SIS...has been lackluster. It's been interesting getting to work for them and better with encouragement from Theron, but he can't see himself doing it long term and he's already pissed off every Sith in 2 square miles after about 2-3 jaunts in Imp space. The war was never very meaningful to him, and he gets the sense that it'll die down soon if it gets left alone without him fanning the flames.

The Chiss are home too, but that's complicated, and he knows he's not one of them. He'll never be despite all that he's done for their people. Theirs is a proud race and even if Saganu and Nosta swear House Miurani will always hold him in high esteem, he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst their populace and the intricacies of their society elude him. Not to mention someone with such a violent past as his doesn't quite fit in their non-confrontational policies, and he only does private hits to get around loopholes for Saganu. (I'm still livid I didn't record the stupid little blaster twirl and grin he did after shooting Syndic Zenta point blank as if he didn't just kill somebody in cold blood. Stop showing off.) As much as he could peacefully eke out his days in their service, it's dull to him and neither he nor Nosta have gotten over their psychological traumas enough to face each other fully.

The Alliance in his storyline is also effectively disbanded immediately after the Traitor Arc, so he has no home there in the first place-- along with mostly negative connotations. Lana and Theron will always nab him if given the chance, but all three of them need space after the garbage fire of an alliance they made.

So what is he doing now besides having an identity crisis?

This doesn't help the growing list of random jobs he's hopped on and off, but I actually feel as if...he could be recruited by the Imperial Reclamation Service. By temporary contract of one Talos Drellik, because if there's one thing those archaeologists are in short supply of, it's muscle. Eight would be shocked too when given the offer: "do I look like a researcher to you?" and Talos would cheerfully deflect by pointing out his thirst for understanding Sith like Jadus and his own affinity with the Dark Side, to which Eight has no rebuttal.

It's true; he does secretly dream of a world where everyone can communicate and connect with one another through the Force, or non-Force users can co-exist with Force-users without being shut out from one another. Jadus' protection allows him to be incorruptible from places steeped in the Dark Side, and he's a rare and capable agent who would be better protection than a Sith who would most likely steal artifacts for their benefit rather than help the Service reclaim them.

And, Talos would add, you might find that preventing and safekeeping relics of untold power is not unlike saving the galaxy from conspiracy, my friend. The Reclamation Service battles entire legions of separate armies in a relic arms race each day! You'll never want for excitement and bloodshed, if that is your calling.

Eight would harumph, but he'd cave; he's rather weak to the thrill of adventure that means something to him for once. And if it helps him reconnect or eventually reunite with Jadus, who is out there somewhere...well, he'll take any chance.

#swtor #I headcanon the Imp Reclamation Service occasionally does get these special officers who they can send in alone into hot battle zones #to grab especially dangerous relics that could wreak untold destruction #and these agents are especially tough and capable because of the galactic arms race always happening over these #think about it. nearly every swtor villain has stumbled on some random relic that could decimate #whose job is it to prevent that in the first place?#also I live for more Talos and Eight adventures #Talos gets excited every time they meet up bc he breaks out all this measuring equipment #and waves this radiation measuring thing to track the strength of Jadus' force bond and taint on Eight each time #he's trying to write a thesis on the effects of sith lords on their underlings #Eight finds it mostly amusing but also gets whiny when Talos takes too long poking him like a hematology major #LotS is apparently a lot of tomb robbing so it'd be extremely funny if he came at the behest of the Rec Service #and malgus thinks he has some greater motivation and he's like no. i'm just here to take back the shit you stole

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loverboybrightsideghost · 1 year

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category twelve nerd moment ->->-> analysis of john william's superman theme

#bluebird.txt #superman #WOUEGHGIEUGEYEHEGHGEYHEGYERHRGEYR #<- the noise i am making in my brain #throughout my whole process of applying to college ive been working so hard on actually playing my instrument #that i forgot how ABSOLUTELY HOPELESSLY IN LOVE i am with diving deep into the whys and hows of film music jhiygriuhreghig #i mean it is fucking tough out there if you're not already well known to be sure #im sure on the career and getting paid side its fucking hard #but its just so cool. to write music and stories and make people see things and feel things. IOHUGSFAH.#idk if anyone of my mutuals or anyone who follows me is a musician but if anyone who sees this is a musician: hey. this is cool as FUCK #violaposting #<- thats just my 'me being a musician' tag now #also the article says that john williams said that he really enjoyed working on it bc its fun and doesnt take itself too seriously: YES!!!!

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year

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‘I need to know how to navigate this,’ Sicily says without preamble. ‘That wretched man has a bee in his bonnet about me. Thinks I have something to do with George’s death and I was trying to put it on you.’

‘Did you? And were you?’ Downey asks.

‘No and no. It was there when I found George, just as I said. The thing is, I don’t have an alibi for the time in which it happened.’

‘Right.’

‘And I know how the evidence looks. I am not so stupid as to believe that if I have nothing to hide I have nothing to fear from the police. I wasn’t born yesterday.’

‘I was never going to suggest such a thing. The Watch are horrid and I wouldn’t trust any of them an inch.’

Sicily tilts her head in slight acknowledgement of the one thing they apparently agree upon. She pours herself more tea, adds milk afterwards. She should add it first, Downey thinks, if she truly wants to be a proper lady as she is so clearly attempting to do.

Downey and Sicily said ACAB but only because they’re both terrible and don’t want to deal with the repercussions of their actions. They like to fuck around and aren’t interested in finding out.

Vetinari: do stupid things, suffer stupid consequences.

Downey: sounds like something that happens to other people. I have money, didn’t you hear? I shouldn’t have to face the consequences of anything I, or people around me, do.

Vetinari:

Vetinari: get out of my office.

#Downey does finger guns and walks out backwards #lord downey #discworld: the place where nothing actually changes really #it's only because vetinari is in charge #that things are marginally better than they were under snapcase #80% of that population is still on the breadline I bet #and once Vetinari carks it - who knows #that's the issue with dictatorships - you might get a good one who is alright but there's nothing in place to ensure it remains thus #all of Vetinari's weird little things that show some chercks and balances are aesthetic only #and only because he is willing to play the game too - if tomorrow he decides he isn't going to play the game. well. tough luck.#he's the man with the vote.#also he's still disappearing people and having people assassinated he doesn't like or who cause him trouble - like Gilt #pretty sure whoever inhumed that asshole didn't leave a reciept which makes it murder #anyway #none of this matters #thus always #thus always the redux #writing

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