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starflungwaddledee · 4 months
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alas, it seems the christmas mystery shall remain unsolved 🎁 happy holidays!
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ironically i came down with a fever while working on this so like don’t worry phoenix i get you
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cluepoke-archive · 8 months
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Summers ending and I know /I/ need a vacation still already. So I gave one to donald instead I hope the leaves are more forgiving on his end...
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hezzabeth · 4 months
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By the year 3856 animals are a myth. Insects however are incredibly common. Due to the colonization of the solar system there are also many mutant off breeds. The Phoeben Scorpion is native to the terraformed moon known as Phoebe. Over the centuries it has invaded our moons and satellites. The Phoeben Scorpion has a colorful candy like appearance.They are considered to be a delicious and popular snack food.
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"Don't you want to watch the next log and find out how it ends?" Brigadeiro asked.
"It probably ends the way all fairytales do, with the Duke taking one look at Dityaa and falling madly in love! Just like everyone else," Revati said, pressing the side of her bangle, causing it to turn off.
"Not everyone falls in love with your sister at first sight, I didn't," Brigadeiro said, shooting Revati a sly, knowing look.
It was the same knowing look that he had given her on a bridge at sunrise, in a tent during winter, and once under fireworks. A warm, dark-eyed look that would have made a weaker person tremble at the knees.
"That's because you imprinted on me the second I saved your life, like Phoeben scorpions," Revati shot back.
"Phoeben scorpions?" Brigadeiro had to ask.
"You know, the scorpions on the Phoebe satellite, the ones that imprint on their mates and then end up starving to death," Revati said.
"Are those the fried ones they sell in coffee shops with the cupcakes?" Brigadeiro asked with a small grimace.
"Yep, the more sick with love they are, the sweeter they taste," Revati said, shutting her eyes and savoring the taste of the scorpions.
Brigadeiro held up his hand for a moment and quickly licked it.
"Well, look at that, I taste just like sugar," Brigadeiro winked, and Revati rolled her eyes.
"You really are ridiculous," she replied, and he took her hand, holding it up to his lips.
"And I bet you taste like dark chocolate... not quite as sweet as me," he said before his lips grazed her knuckles. Revati felt herself glance upwards into those familiar eyes, and Revati blushed.
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Nine minutes past midnight. Brigadeiro's room was filled with pale blue moonlight. Revati was twenty-one years old.
She had, of course, fooled around on the road before. A few times in her tent, sometimes in the middle of a forest. On one memorable occasion, one thousand feet above Mars' surface with the aid of hover boots.
Never in a bed, however. Never with a person who actually fell asleep next to her afterwards. Brigadeiro was a decent sleep companion; he didn't snore and he stayed on his side of the bed. Revati had to admit his back curved down in a way that she rather liked. Still, it was nine past midnight. Revati got off the bed and walked towards the window. The garden's shadows reminded her of her father's inky blue hair. The tables and chairs outside had long ago been abandoned. Someone was darting across the lawn, trying their best to stay in the darkest shadows. The person was heading towards the kitchen house. In Revati's experience, people with nothing to hide didn't even notice shadows. Revati tiptoed to her backpack and grabbed her trusty pants. Sliding into them, she felt the way she always did, like a warrior heading out to meet her destiny.
Everything was quiet and still. The front door of the kitchen house was flung wide open, something that would never happen in Olde Landon.
Pecan was actually asleep on the path next to the door, cuddling a giant inflatable apple. Revati crept lightly inside, her feet barely touching the floor, her weight being carried in her hips. Something was making a faint shifting sound in the rose room.
Revati reached into her left pants pocket, pulling out the tiny container of mushroom tent spores. Carefully and ever so gently, she crept into the rose room. Someone was stooping over Dityaa, and as far as Revati was concerned, that was all she needed to know. Revati undid the top of the container and blew the spores towards the figure.
Within seconds, the fungus blossomed and twisted, wrapping itself around the figure who was now gasping in horror. The rose room suddenly filled with light, and the figure fell to the ground like a caterpillar, half stuck in a cocoon. It was Paulette.
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moeblob · 3 months
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Like a normal person, I get crumbs of a guy and go feral. I then spend almost the entire day drawing a comic out of immense love for a guy.
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sadwetcatmk · 4 months
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Video slips out of pocket and into the enclosure where you guys are as I walk past
Song is O Superman by Laurie Anderson
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no-light-left-on · 5 months
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Trying to move on without you just like it is the end
[ko-fi]
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Explanation/headcanons under cut
over the years, having become one of Daud's most trusted people, Thomas and Daud got into the habit of smoking together on the rooftops, oftentimes when things got too much for Thomas to cope with. it's a habit Thomas never managed to shake off, not even after Daud left, and when things were going badly for him and the Whalers, him at the helm of a sinking ship, he would let his mind wander and slip back into better times. maybe to seek comfort, maybe unable to shake off his feelings for Daud, either way, his thoughts strayed to what could have been and what he hoped would be
so yeah, sad boy imagining the man he loved comforting him and praising him while going through some hard times
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viveela · 10 months
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Oh that's so unfortunate...who could've thunk it
Start | Next | Previous
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eleanore-delphinium · 26 days
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Damian's Letter To Raven
from the fanfic: From A Dearly Departed
My beloved Raven. If you are reading this it means something bad has happened to me. I wish it wasn’t the case, and I wish I could hold you in my arms and tell you that everything will be okay.
But I know everything won’t be. Not for you who I left behind. I hope I died fighting and even more so, fighting to protect you. 
I hoped that I had at least got to tell you I love you and gave you that ring I always promised. I hope I got to call you my wife and we built a life together. The one we kept talking about.
But if I didn’t do any of those things I promised, and I didn’t get you that ring and that house. There is still something I can give you now. 
We talked about having kids. And if that is something you still want beloved, I have frozen my sperm. I wanted to surprise you. But if you're reading this letter, it means that I've died and didn't get to tell you.
Beloved, you must know, however, that I didn't plan this in the event that I die. It was my failsafe in case something bad happened to me on a mission and I couldn't give you a child. You know how I always worry about all the chemicals being tossed around on missions which might make me sterile.
If you still want a child with me, I'm giving this option to you. I know it's not exactly what we talked about. And I wished it wasn't this way, but beloved if there was something I could give to you, it's that dream of having kids with me.
I have given instructions to my mother, if there is anyone, I trust to do the procedure on you, it would be her. She is more than capable.
Raven. I love you. I hope this letter is something you will never get to see. But if it does. Know that I love you more than anything. And whatever you do, my love will never change.
Raven. Live well for the dreams I couldn't fulfill. And I'm sorry that I've hurt you. I wish I could wipe your tears and hold you in my arms.
I love you, Raven. My beautiful beloved Raven.
With love, always, always with love. Damian, your Robin.
~.~.~.~.~.~
The full letter without Raven's breakdown.
I think I did well (in writing this), what do you think?
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lilybug-02 · 10 months
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A super unnecessary part 2
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The GOOGLY EYESSSS ❤️💗💕💖🎉🌈💫💓
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wolf359comic · 5 months
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azucar-skull · 1 month
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Spending the week in the living room before having to migrate back to my desk is the kind of cheap ass vacation I enjoy--
Because my comic pages are drawn on my sketchbook, so there's no need for me to stay cooped up in my room while I prep the pages for the next update. But now they are sketched and scanned so...
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(also yeah new comic format. I hate the CAS/LOVE/whatever trendy format people are using. If you like it, cool. Me too, minimalistic. But it feels like shackles to me and I can't express my story with it)
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evilhorse · 1 year
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Want anything from a parallel earth?
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doctorwhoisadhd · 3 months
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did the math and over the course of my winter break i watched/read/listened to 119 dr who things
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hezzabeth · 5 months
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"Really, Queen Victoria? You have some sort of AI in your breasts?" Revati asked, rolling her eyes.
"This human had nano beauty bots installed fourteen years ago, similar to the ones constantly cleaning your teeth," the alien AI voice stated, using the queen's vocal cords.
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"Cute party trick. Is the queen still alive in there?" Revati asked.
"This body's consciousness has been removed," the AI replied.
"Is that your plan then? Are you here to steal everyone's bodies and use them as batteries?" Revati asked.
Normally, whenever the Queen spoke, her face was constantly shifting between annoyed scowls and semi-amused smirks. This creature, however, didn't seem to know how faces worked. The lips were expanding upwards, showing far too many teeth. The eyes were too wide.
"No, the spider is here for the weapon. Let us take it, and we shall leave your colony to die off," the AI replied, cocking its head to one side.
"Fine, take it and leave," Revati replied, throwing her solar flare gun at the queen's weapon.
"That is not the weapon. Give us the weapon, or we shall hijack your teeth," the queen said.
"My teeth don't have cleaning bots! My mother makes me chew fresh basil and peppermint," Revati snapped back before picking up her gun and aiming it at the queen's chest. There was only enough charge left for one more shot. Revati realized wasting it twice before was probably a terrible idea. Sometimes the best thing to do was run, and Revati bolted around the corner as fast as her boots could carry her. Every few seconds, she could hear the queen's heavy footsteps. Revati's breath grew ragged with fear. There was no real escape.
"Just give us the weapon! All will be forgiven," screamed the queen from two rows away. Revati skidded to a stop when she realized she had reached the Maze's glowing balloon stand. The balloon stand was nothing more than an empty gold cart covered in red playing card decals. Back before the tornado, all the children in the park would play hide and go seek. Revati hid so often inside the balloon cart that Dityaa would find her within seconds.
The footsteps were coming closer, feet crunching upon gravel. Revati hauled herself up onto the cart, and it wobbled dangerously under her weight. Carefully, she slid inside, closing the cart's door behind her. Years had passed, and she barely fit inside. There was a small crack in front of her, a hole that had once been used to attach the machine that filled balloons with glowing gas. Revati peered through it, breathing quietly, and watched as the queen's feet crunched on the pebbles in pretty stained slippers. Suddenly, the queen's feet stopped, her dress skirts falling and landing on the rocks.
"Do you have the weapon?" The AI voice asked. Revati slowly opened the top of the cart and peeked out. Dityaa was standing in front of the Queen, pretty and confused, still wearing her ballgown from the night before. Her carefully styled hair had fallen down her shoulders in chaotic indigo curls. Her shoulder still had a smudge of the peculiar moss on it. If Dityaa was anyone else, she would have looked like someone who had just rolled out of bed, or possibly a ditch. Instead, Dityaa looked like a lost woodland nymph.
"It's you, the weapon," the AI said flatly, and Dityaa glanced behind her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I have no idea what you're referring to. I'm on my way to meet the Duke," Dityaa giggled before trying to brush past the Queen as politely as possible.
"Dityaa, run!" Revati screamed, and the queen's arms moved with a flash. In a moment of sudden violence, the hands closed tightly around Dityaa's throat. The fingers, firm and unyielding, pressed relentlessly against her skin, constricting the airway with a ruthless intent. Revati crawled out of the cart, grabbed one of the pebbles on the path, and threw it at the queen's head. The queen barely reacted when the rock struck her temples. Instead, the knuckles on her hand grew white as Dityaa gasped violently, her eyes rolling back into her head. Suddenly, Dityaa blinked, and her eyes glowed an eerie blue.
The queen gasped, staggering backward, her hands flying to her chest. Black gritty sand was pouring out of the front of her cleavage, spilling down her white bodice. The queen's eyes widened with shock before she fell face-first onto the pebbles. Dityaa, meanwhile, sat down on pebbles, rubbing her throat, a terrified expression on her face.
"Did you do that?" Revati asked, and Dityaa nodded.
"How the hell did you do that?" Revati shrieked, and Dityaa shrugged her shoulders before bursting into dry tears.
"It's alright, Dityaa," Revati said absently, leaning down to pat her shoulder. Like most children born after the appliance war, Dityaa and Revati had their tear ducts genetically altered. It was done to prevent emotional crying, which was seen as a dangerous hazard. Dityaa still tried to cry all the time, however, his noisy crying with a dried-up red face.
Revati went to examine the queen. The queen's chest, which now looked blotchy and wrinkled, was rising and falling.
"Well, she's not dead! What is this stuff? Black mold? Did AI figure out how to weaponize killer mushrooms?" Revati asked, trying to make sense of the entire situation.
Dityaa crawled towards the queen, wiping her dry eyes.
"It's creatrix sand. You were too little to remember, but this was how we used to make everything in the city," Dityaa said, her voice whispery soft and croaking.
"Really? I thought creatrix sand would be prettier and glowing," Revati replied, checking her pulse.
"I could see the robots in her skin, I could see them made out of creatrix sand," Dityaa whispered, stunned.
Queen Victoria's eyes fluttered open.
"I was dead!" she screeched, sitting up.
"I don't think 'dead' is the right word. Your body was hijacked by an AI device," Revati said, helping the queen stand up.
"I know what I saw! I was floating above the infinite cosmic heart of space and time," the queen snapped back, still looking startled.
"Really? When Dad died, we put his soul in a storage drive," Revati said.
"I don't have access to one of those! I was floating through all of human history! It was ghastly," the queen cried, and she wobbled a bit as if getting used to her feet before walking off.
"Where are you going?" Revati demanded to know.
"I know where the crack in the walls is! I'm going to fix it before my guards with cyber hearing implants go on a rampage," the queen said before storming off.
That left Revati alone with Dityaa, who was rubbing her bruised neck.
"So, someone's tried to kill you twice in twenty-four hours," Revati pointed out, both horrified and amused by the entire situation.
"It's not funny! Someone must object to the Duke's feelings for me," Dityaa choked, and Revati shook her head.
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thereisaplays · 3 months
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How beautifully evil... She did have it coming, though.
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