i don't care if you refuse to cable manage at all and have a tangled mess behind all your screens and panels or if you cable manage with painters tape stuck to the wall but if you use zip ties i'm breaking into your house about it
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My mew oc Mud recently kind of redesigned by @lotusmew thank you I adore hims this is his new look (just credit where credit is due) meeting @phlurrii 's lovely ancient mew Meau
It was pleasantly cool under the treeline but still distinctly warm, the ancient mew roamed in search of berries to nibble upon, modern fruits didn't explode with an array of flavors like they used to having evolved to be mostly just one, but collecting enough and taking quick bites of all of them nearly replicated the same taste.
They glided effortlessly around a large tree with vines beginning to crawl up along the trunk half wondering if they should perhaps pull the vines off if the plant was parasitic in nature..
Meau pondered before their attention was brought to the sudden awareness of a psychic pattern, they stopped suddenly staring upon the, creature in front of them. It could have been some previously unseen psychic Marowak variant were the skull it wore clearly not its own, it smelt of houndoom smoke and dirt as it dropped some psychic held berries in shock at seeing her. She blinked quickly at them confused before their ears went back and a low but deep growl rumbled in the back of the others throat.
Meau quickly felt a snarl growing from her own throat in response to the aggression her own ears going back in response, the others hands bent in claw like emphasis held out in threat and Meaus own paws sharpened ready to strike if necessary. Both parties snarled growling and hissing digits flexing in emphasis, Meaus fur puffed out and the others hackles raised.
They continued to growl, muscles tensing ends of tails flicking in agitation, ready to see who struck first, leaves russeled with patches of light passing through gaps in the treeline as-
"mmmhhyyyaaa"
Meau quietened as her ears flicked upright at the quiet sound, a yawn, a kitten yawn for sure, the others hands relaxed slowly as they too stopped growling. Tiny blue ears popped out from the side of the others body as Meau stared in wonder, a mew kit poked their head out to look blinking large pink eyes at her and making a soft mewing as they crawled around from where they must have been clinging to this others back. A purple muddy paw caught the kitten as they attempted to float forward gently stopping and pulling them back holding the kitten to their chest, a second set of mews began.
Meau leaned her body to the side to look without approaching as the purple other twisted slightly to reach their long arm around their back to scoop and hold a second kitten, darker blue in color with bits of yellow with more curly fur. This one seemed less curious of her burying their face into the fluff on the others chest as they mewed, they leant their head down and chirped making various soothing kitten calls to comfort the youngling, Meau recalled herself making such sound when her own child was born.
The other regarded Meau again before they slowly turned, the berries lifted by psychic energy once more, Meau watched their tail unwrap from around boney protrusions along their spine stretching out into a significantly longer tail and tilted her head as she regarded them again. They didn't notice, looking over their shoulder and gave a warning growl that clearly meant not to follow as they flew away quickly.
Meau blinked after them in pause.
She pondered.
And she followed.
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None mask version cause god dammit I drew a good face I wanna use it
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@stillsolo sent an ask:
technical machine character development meme.
( also tagging @skysaunter , they're both you but still lol )
bubble beam. what’s a fond memory your muse has from their childhood?
none too quiet giggles poured his grinning lips as he, for must have been the hundredth time, spun around in a circle. the very large, very baggy, very not his robes that all but swallowed up his little frame flowed dramatically.
matt paused only then, after the heavy layers had stilled around him, to grin at his reflection. the dark robes normally donned by his gram'pa had been an adventure to acquire, one that required stealth, secrecy, alertness, a lot of dragging of chairs and climbing up drawers, and finally hefting out and donning. but it'd all been well worth it. he only hoped the nanny droid wouldn't be too upset about their temporary disassembly once he put them back together.
after admiring how amazing he looked in his borrowed ( not stolen ) robe, Matt tried to mimic the serious expression and stature his gram'pa often wore when he was doing his emperoring. He widened his stance, the big boots swallowing up most of his legs, not that it was easy to see when the flowing dramatic robe covered most of him. but still something was missing.
with a slight pout matt stood, thinking and thinking and thinking about what he needed to add that extra gram'pa-ness he'd needed to truly look that part. and then it clicked and matt was scrambling, and nearly tripping to his backpack. all the while he was unaware of the figure watching him with quiet amusement.
he scrambled through only to pull out a marker with joyful triumph. his return to the mirror was marked with him strutting carefully, just like he saw his gram'pa do with long, powerful, strides. another chorus of giggles erupted from him. oh if gram'pa could see him now, he'd be oh so impressed by how good matt was at pretending.
marker in hand matt carefully drew a line over his eyebrow, right where gram'pa's was. and there. he was perfect. the spitting image, in his own happy opinion, of Anakin Skywalker, the dark lord Darth Vader, the Emperor, his very own favorite gram'pa.
'and what are you doing, Matthew?'
Matt nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of that familiar voice. he whirled around with such quickness that he almost tripped and fell to the floor, ( how gram'pa could move so easily in this big, baggy robe he didn't know. it was truly the most impressive of feats. no wonder he was the emperor. ) but an outstretched hand and easy command of the force by Vaderkin had the boy steadied and righted.
a sheepish smile stretched across his features at being caught, and he looked down to twiddle his hands for all of two seconds before he was straightening up and confidently striding, which turned into an excited, eager stumbling, towards his grandfather, a wide and simply joyous grin lighting up his little face. "i'm you!" he raised his arms, outstretched in a plea to be lifted up so that Anakin could take a good look at all his efforts.
the twinkle of amusement in the older man's eyes, the gentle way he's held as his drawn on scar is inspected, and the light pat to the top of his head that ruffles his hair makes matt's entire adventure ( even though he's sure that papa and daddy will have something to say about him dismantling his nanny droid and wandering around by himself ) worth it.
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Welcome back! Glad you are feeling better! Could you roast Ace?
Oh dear lord, there's so many different roasting request 😂
Okay, let's start the bbq! And I'm not ashamed to admit I'm rubbing my hands gleefully for this one, lmao
Ah, Ace. You have to appreciate how, despite his bio clearly indicated he's a raging narcisist who'd throw anyone under the bus if needed, in the animations the devs decided to just make him a moron. Like, irredimably stupid. I'm sure he's the type of guy who wears velcro shoes cause he can't grasp how to tie his shoelaces kind of stupid.
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