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canisalbus · 7 months
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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.
✦ Separation ✦
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ryuusea · 4 months
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a new beginning, with you.
sherliam modern au comic
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phvnthom · 1 year
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killerpancakeburger · 8 months
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Miguel O'hara: I lead an E L I T E strikeforce dedicated to-
The strikeforce: A piece of lego, a bunch of 15yo teens, a slightly older teen who's an anarchist, a pregnant woman (like she takes one punch to the stomach and the baby is done for, no...???), some himbo torn between admiring his own muscles or reflecting on his tragic past, a depressed spiderman in slippers who brings his toddler with him on missions.
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seithr · 2 months
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remembered that my shepard/spacer shep has a still alive mom in the alliance according to ME2/3
also remembered that that character (katrine/caia) always has a sister uninvolved in the family's career military history
remembering she had to mourn her elder sister who just Disappeared for two years, and would have spent even longer knowing shepard isn't alive bc their alliance mom probably can't just tell a civillian doctor,
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caleb-crow · 10 months
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Oh no. These two assholes again except that there's more canon content of them which means there's actually other people out there on this hellhole of a ship with me.
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pencildragons · 4 months
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snippet from my upcoming foxquin fic sinner, sinner (come to dinner) for foxquinweek !!!!!
“Commander Fox,” says the Chancellor, smiling his kindly smile. Fox stands very still and stares straight ahead, past Palpatine and through the great transparisteel window at the city below, skyline exploding in the brilliance of the sun’s final dying rays. The fanciful part of him that will one day be responsible for his death imagines that, if he’s just still enough, Palpatine will forget him entirely. It’s ridiculous, he knows, he knows, of course he knows, but he clings to it anyway, endeavours to move as little as possible, turns trying to hide even the slight rise and fall of his chest into some sort of test of how good his impression of being a block of stone is. “Sir,” says Fox. “Commander Fox,” Palpatine says again, still smiling that awful fucking smile, but sadder, now, mournful, bushy eyebrows doing something terrible and expressive. “You have disappointed me.” “Yes, sir.” “I gave you a very simple directive, Commander, and still you failed.” Fox is barely breathing now. Only a few klicks away, the spire of the Jedi Temple burns in a halo of pink-red, spearing through the cloud-strewn sky. It looks like one of the paintings hung in the Senate rotunda corridors, the ones that like as not cost more to procure than he did. His throat is dry. He tries to swallow. It sticks. It is likely he is dehydrated. There is a little light flashing on top of the spire, warning away in-atmo transports and low-flying starships. Orange-blue-green. Orange-blue-green. He stares at it, so he doesn’t have to look at Palpatine. “Yes, sir.” “Such inadequacy is, of course, unacceptable, Commander, as I’m sure you’re aware. I really had hoped it would not come to this, you understand.” Liar, Fox thinks. You love this. “But there is only one way to learn, and that is through experiencing consequences of your actions. Perhaps next time you will not take your sworn duty so lightly, hmm?” “Yes, sir.” “Draw your blaster, please, Commander.” Fox blinks and, in his surprise, breaks his stillness to turn his head to face Palpatine properly. “…Sir?” “Must I repeat myself twice? Draw your blaster from your holster.” Slowly, Fox draws. He wonders if this is some sort of test, if he’s going to be punished further for making his weapon naked in front of the Supreme Chancellor of the entire fucking Republic. (In the light of the dusk spilling through the window into the opulent office, Palpatine’s eyes seem almost gold. It is for but a brief moment, just the rays of the fat sun catching oddly, and then they return to that sharp, ice-chip grey like nothing at all happened.) “Good,” says Palpatine, and smiles again. Like this, he looks like some natborn’s father’s father—grandfather, he believes the term is—all benevolent wrinkles and knowing looks. “Set it to kill.” Fox sets it to kill. It is not a difficult thing. He is just as much a weapon as the blaster in his hands, well-oiled, clean, smooth. Efficient. He was designed for this. It is easier to follow orders mindlessly; his brain, like all their brains (except, perhaps, Kote’s, but Kote’s a little fucked up and is an outlier for everything else, anyway), is primed for command, made to obey. A perfect, thoughtless gun, with just enough ruthlessness and self-determination to set them apart from the CIS’ droids. That’s the idea, anyway. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time the Kaminoans failed in the execution of something. “Turn around, Commander,” Palpatine murmurs, words soft and smooth and rich as the heavy velvet-fabric from his home planet that he has all his clothes cut from. “And fire at will.”
rbs deeply appreciated :]
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meteorwinged · 4 months
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@orangetintedglasses || wow you are the saddest bush i've ever met
It'd been awhile since she'd tasted emotions as potent as these on her tongue; not since the Final Days at least, and even then she'd tried avoid feeling other people's emotions as much as she could. It was slow, but she'd been learning to tune other people out, to tell what was Meteion and what was other.
This was definitely other. Even more other than usual, even; not only was it not her own emotion, but it didn't feel like anyone on Etheirys usually did either. It felt alien. She followed it to the source after a bit of debate, curious.
Someone this sad probably needed help.
"Hello?" she called, peering through the trees of the North Shroud once she spotted the flash of red. "Are you still there?"
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mangokabuto · 2 months
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Some genderbend sketch before bed <3
(bonus below cut. I got carried away w/ usopp lmao)
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OH FUCK I FORGOT NAMI'S TATTOO LMAOOOO IGNORE THAT SORRY..
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sinofwriting · 7 months
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Wait but now I’ve gotta know why Max won’t thinking about how he and sweets met! Was it awkward? Did someone say something wrong?
I need anSWERSSSSS!!!!!!
And you shall receive them!!!
So, Max and Sweets kind of have two meetings both not good. The first one he didn't know that Daniel was seeing anyone and uh barged into his hotel room. And well unfortunately for Max, he walked in on some very filthy phone sex (more like laptop sex, but doesn't have the same ring to it). He saw all of Daniel, heard way too much, but thankfully never got a glimpse of Sweets.
Their first in person meeting is also not great for Max, because Daniel and Sweets are menaces to society. (sweets is just as bad as daniel and in fact encourages his need to have his hands on her no matter the time and place. lando thinks its gross but also loves it because it makes people uncomfortable, max once he gets used to it as loves it for the same reason as lando, while charles just loves how in love they are). (rest under the cut)
Basically, Daniel invites Max over to his place to meet her and when Max arrives, he walks in, because hey Daniel told me to just walk in because they might not hear him knock over the music (and he can just barely hear it before he opens the front door), and when he steps into the living room he sees them pretty much dry humping on the couch and nearly knocks himself out trying to leave the room.
Max refuses to think about the whole thing because after Daniel put him on that couch, they both fluttered around with icepacks, water, and actual sweets thinking that he had low blood sugar or something. He also refuses to tell them that it was in fact them nearly fucking(!!!) that made him run into a wall.
So yeah that's how Max met Sweets for the first time (x2) and refuses to think about either time. He did enjoy having dinner with them about two hours after running into a wall and he really enjoyed meeting Sweets. He just doesn't think about the first hour of that meeting.
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Every time I poke my head out of the TSV fandom I'm reminded of why it is the best fan community I've ever been a part of. Thank you all, for real.
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motleyfam · 3 months
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So, in the fic where Tim gets his appendix out, Jason tells him that he usually freaks out before he gets put under, not after. Now that Tim knows, how would he comfort Jason? I'm thinking, like, imagine that Jason breaks his leg badly on patrol, so urgent surgery is in order. Would Tim try to prevent him from freaking out? How?
P.s. i said i a thousand rimes bur I love your works!! You're amazing!!
Ooh so I've actually answered a similar question pretty recently (although that was focused more on the needle aspect than the anesthesia/loss of control aspect which I headcanon to be Jason's main issue with being put under)
Honestly? I think Tim would be the worst family member to try to comfort Jason through something like this. Not for anything that Tim is doing right or wrong, just because anesthesia is something that really freaks Jason out, and his response to being freaked out is a) to angry cry, and b) to lash out at people. Because he knows this about himself, and he's also extremely protective of Tim, he tries not to let Tim see him when he's not fully in control of himself. So while Jason would totally be great in a crisis involving Tim, he does terribly when the roles are reversed.
BUT that being said, if Tim was the only one available, I think Tim would end up offering his hand to squeeze, and Jason would hesitate at first but eventually take it. He'd probably also be trying really hard not to cry, which Tim would very intentionally act as through he wasn't noticing because at the end of the day, Jason needs his dignity more than anything.
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mxthbladed · 18 days
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Stopping at the gas station had been the last thing on her mind while on the way to pick up Andres from her sister's house but after a full day at a teacher's conference since seven in the morning and then having a meeting with the other teachers from her school, she needed some caffeine to make it through the rest of the day.
But it was while she getting her coffee that she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively, she tensed and looked at the person but then she paused, realizing the face was...very familiar. "Lily?"
@holyfurnace
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cheyla-v · 5 months
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December 2023 Update Schedule
December 6 - Breaking Point, ch. 4 December 13 - Ripple Effects, ch. 6 December 20 - Exhibition, ch. 3 December 25-January 5 - 12 Days of Dragelmas, featuring updates from (in alphabetical order, not in posting order):
Breaking Point
Burning Day
Death's Favored Ones
Halfway to You
Meet Me Halfway
Package Deals
Pillars Around a Flame
Ripple Effects
Soul's Scream
Strange Magics
The Thing with Siblings
Torn, Broken, Transformed
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austonishing1 · 11 months
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One of my favorite things about Gwen in Across the Spider-Verse is how in the first movie she was basically the main spider person in their prime, that had their shit together, was serious about the mission and handling business
Then in Across she's just an absolute fucking disaster
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static-radio-ao3 · 3 months
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CLEANING UP TODAY, FOUND THAT OLD ZEPPELIN SHIRT
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