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sorry for being slow i'm still shaking the dust off

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@br0adsword sent : ❝ hold on a second. you're being serious right now? ❞

❝ uuh---- ❞ for the first time since he started talking he actually pauses and considers the words coming out of his mouth. or really, considers just how insane a good majority of what he says sounds. granted time travel is already up there, and the HEX already have to contend with his existence, which is insane enough. getting into the various flora and fauna of duviri seemed like a perfectly innocuous subject, until arthur interjected with naked disbelief coloring his words. plus, talking to actual flesh and blood human people — protoframe or not — is still kind of novel to drifter and his exceptional social skills. 

it started with eggs, of all things. arthur was cooking, drifter was lurking ( and snacking, eating anything that wasn't nailed down ), and was baffled by the size of the eggs. and the creature they came out of. so he started talking about how his kubrow laid eggs, got into the various pets he kept, the conservation work he did for a number of factions, and then into duviri and his kaithe.

❝ yeah. ❞ he gestures to the automocycle parked nearby. ❝ stomper could outpace your bike any day. ❞ and maybe that was a bit smug, or because drifter himself wasn't used to the automocycles and... well frankly he just didn't much care for riding them. he perches on the counter, trying to steal another morsel from arthur's recipe. ❝ but she can fly so ---- i guess it's not a totally fair comparison. ❞

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shakira shakira

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❝ rewarded? ❞ while there's no visible mouth for which sevagoth to smile, it's present in the timbre of his voice and shift of his stance. the idea is as bemusing to him as it is unnecessary. the thrill, the satisfaction, of destroying lesser vessels is reward enough ---- though he'll not say such now. instead he bows briefly, ever the noble pirate, and offers out a large hand for the senator to take. ❝ sevagoth, my lady. ❞ straightening up he offers a small shrug and, with a gesture, begins to walk towards the medical bay. ❝ captain, if formality is your preference. ❞    

he spares a glance to the droid as they walk, the gesture somehow phantasmal, silently musing at his persona. much as the rest of him, his very presence sings with the depths of the blackest sea; he knows the farthest reaches of wildest space, sailed and mastered them, and the essence of that knowing draped around him like a ghostly lover. ❝ you tread dangerous waters, with only a protocol droid to assist you? ❞ again, the smile is heard in the unearthly rumble of his voice.

rounding the bend, the doors of the medical bay slide open. despite the vast size of the ancient ship, it's medbay was humbler in stature, sized for only a handful of people at a time. like the rest of the ship the wear was visible around the edges, but the supplies and stock were new and well topped off. ❝ sit and i will attend you, ❞ he gestures to the open cots, before turning his attention to the droid. ❝ our onboard foundries can repair you as well, if it is needed. ❞  

even though senator amidala wasn't known for holding her personal pride on a high pedestal by any means, the concept of finding her way into disastrous settings by both accident and intention with the intensity of a magnet's pull did touch a sore nerve within her. the rather desperate need for some outside aid in a quickly escalated moment of unfavorable beginnings didn't make an easy pill to swallow as the image of a damsel in distress wasn't at all fitting or desired, nor did she wish one to land on her shoulders upon meeting someone new. however, what mattered more than anything of the aforementioned was simply survival. it was only herself and threepio on board, and the sounds of slowly but surely unfolding chaos had clearly been too much for the two to overpower or escape from alone; had they not been spotted by something or someone less malevolent than their pursuers, the result of the encounter could've easily turned beyond concerning. the force of temporary relief made padmé's shoulders fall from the tension's grasp alongside a sigh as she rose from the pilot's seat and prepared herself — and the highly anxious protocol droid — to meet those who'd likely saved them from doom.

whatever it ever was that she'd thought of seeing as the doors finally opened, the beginning of a new acquaintanceship taking place on the connected bridges surely made her tilt her chin up a lot more than anticipated. her eyes were both calm and curious at once, but the rosy tint on her cheeks supported the theory of swallowed pride and help's 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧. bowing her head in gratitude, she spoke, ❝ many thanks for your aid. i don't know if the two of us would've been able to handle the discord much longer. i am senator amidala of naboo. and this is— ❞ threepio took the chance for a formal introduction, earning a soft hum from padmé before she studied the savior again. ❝ i will see that your efforts will be rewarded. what name shall we call you by ? ❞

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glancing over their gear, drifter wonders if anything they're here to salvage is for an upgrade. most of everything he used on the regular was ----- ancient ( like drifter himself ), but it was the envious kind of ancient. old tech that could easily outlive and out perform the modern day equivalents. much like drifter, the kind of stuff the orokin couldn't kill and keep dead. D-1N0's gear looked the regular kind of ancient. in a sad way. ( like drifter. )

❝ guilty as charged, ❞ he says with a raised hand, shaking out the remaining ache from his shoulder. he gestures to himself, then follows after them once they start walking. he was… headed this way anyways. ❝ drifter. i'm looking for some corpus hot shot ---- ❞ which meant someone with little scruples about silly things like morals where monetary gain was involved. ❝ he's overdue an ass beating. ❞ drifter was 100% here to kill him. ❝ and he's throwing everyone he can into my line of fire to stop that from happening. ❞

there's a virtual itch deep in D-1N0's programming that recognizes that shame; they've seen humans at their worst, after all, and shame is a lesser evil that's burned itself into their behavioral cognition. tactfully, they decide not to acknowledge it. their grasp is firm but gentle, and they release the drifter as soon as he's back on his feet.

"i've run with SU a few times, but i ain't one of theirs. i'm just a loner testin' their luck." they turn away from the drifter, busying themself with a screen strapped to their forearm. the display is archaic, its map interface pixelated to an almost incomprehensible degree. "name's D-1N0. i infiltrate, scavenge, loot. i was listenin' to corpus comms chatter while diggin' through their archives and heard they were after someone, and it weren't me, so..."

they swing their shovel casually, pointing down the corridor, before setting off in that direction with an unhurried swagger. "you here for anythin' in particular?"

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❝ MMM --- i can almost guarantee that anyone who kills for wealth or progress does so from a very safe distance. ❞ the high and mighty so rarely dirty their hands, after all. ❝ they're more keen on sending grunts and foot-soldiers do kill and die for them. probably never taken a life with their own hands. as for the sustenance bit, eehhh ~ ❞ he wiggles his hand in a so-so gesture. either he was the best person to have this little debate with, or the worst; it depended on where the biases landed on any given day. 

“&– - When killing is done for the sake of progress or even wealth gain, it is permissible... but for the sake of sustenance, it is suddenly 'abhorrent'. It does not take a knowledge god such as myself to see the double standard.”

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Blue Eye Samurai Prompts

Part III An assortment of prompts taken from the series Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I'm glad to see you got your appetite back. ”

“ When they stop worrying, they stop thinking they need us. ”

“ Now that is... something new. ”

“ Always a pleasure to serve you. ”

“ I like to think we gain strength from pleasure. ”

“ There is no sharing power with him. ”

“ The timing couldn't be more perfect if I planned it myself. ”

“ How long have you been in there? ”

“ You have nothing to say for yourself? ”

“ He is as ruthless in bed as in battle. ”

“ This is your ambition now? Death? ”

“ Women shouldn't be property. ”

“ Know it or not, you are equipped to do more than survive here... but succeed. ”

“ Hmm. Someone is awake. ”

“ You can help me by providing silence. ”

“ Wait. That wedding is your wedding? ”

“ He's a man. All men are weak. ”

“ Nurture his weakness. Be his strength, and he'll worship you. ”

“ I want to be in control of my life. ”

“ How'd you know I was here? ”

“ You worked all night. Thought you might be hungry. ”

“ You're good. Maybe better than me. And no one is better than me. ”

“ The world sees me and sees a hateful monster. ”

“ Then what do I do? ”

“ Is it funny to torment me? ”

“ Say something. Or is it beneath you to speak to me? ”

“ I want to hear you. ”

“ Finish your business. I have something to show you. ”

“ Your services are no longer required. ”

“ This is the best thing that's happened to me. ”

“ You're in terrible danger here. ”

“ If I don't come back, I failed, or I'm dead. ”

“ You can't die. You don't know how. ”

“ What do you get for the man that gets everything? ”

“ It would be difficult. You understand. ”

“ I'd sooner believe you a ghost than alive. ”

“ Can you forgive me, child? ”

“ All these years by my side, only to throw them away. ”

“ Who is your friend? ”

“ Do you still want your freedom? ”

“ Not bad. You've been training. ”

“ Here's as good as anywhere. ”

“ We invented worse first. ”

“ Didn't I kill you? ”

“ What's the harm in a little trade? ”

“ They need to see it. Your humiliation. ”

“ I didn't know you had it in you. ”

“ You were supposed to wait outside. ”

“ Stop. This isn't your fight. ”

“ We're not done yet. ”

“ This doesn't end until you die. ”

“ I raised you. ”

“ He wanted me to be free. ”

“ I don't care about any of this anymore. ”

“ I don't need to be great. I just want to be happy. ”

“ Oh, you just keep getting better. ”

“ There's so much you don't know. ”

“ We can wait forever. Or we can work. ”

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“they were flirting with you” and how was i supposed to know such a thing when everyone speaks in codes and puzzles

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there's an interaction operator!drifter has with lotus after recovering some memories of what happened on the zariman where she says something like "you didn't have a choice, you were only --" and he says something like "don't. don't call me that. not you." the implication of course being that she was going to say he was only a child. and he's so adamant about refusing it, but the especially interesting bit is the 'not you' tacked on at the end. ( i know different operators have different interactions and voicelines here depending on what's chosen, but i'm cooking alright. ) not only does he hate being referred to that way, but he especially doesn't want her to view him that way.

i'll have a coherent headcanon/about post to make about this later but it's really getting to me and my particular portrayal of drifter both as he is now and as he was as the operator.

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Guy who is touch starved but emotionally repressed goading you into punching him for completely normal reasons

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@moonrepeat sent : "hope you don't mind me droppin' in on the party. you looked like y' needed th' help." a hand reaches down to the drifter, tattered sleeve splattered with coolant from the moa the stranger had cleaved in two with their... shovel? “what say you and i find our way off this corpus wagon t'gether, hey?”

he's been in tight spots before, no doubt about it. hell he's even died a couple of times, nothing he could shake off later. there's still an age old burn of shame over being the one rescued; that, even for one second, he needed saving. taking the offered hand he swallows it down, and instead nods as he stands. ❝ 'preciate it, ❞ unconventional weapons and all. void knows drifter's no stranger to bizarre armaments. 

for the moment the stranger has bought them a lull in activity. drifter takes the opportune quiet to throw himself into a wall, jamming his shoulder back into place gracelessly. oh, that was gonna be tender for a minute. exhaling slowly through his nose he rolled his arm, urging some of the ache away with restored motion. ❝ what's your name? you from fortuna by chance? ❞ 

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PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

what are you doing?

i can handle that myself, you know.

you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me.

i'm not used to this. this caring thing.

thank you. don't ever do that again.

i thought you hated me, to be honest.

i didn't ask you to love me!

no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me.

i didn't think people like you existed.

is this normal for you? going out of your way like this?

i told you i had it handled. you didn't have to bother.

i... should probably thank you for that.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

wait, that's mine. you fixed it?

you did all of this... for me?

that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

i'm kinda at a loss for words.

i wasn't expecting this from you.

you did all this for me?

i had it under control.

when did this happen?

how long were you planning this?

i'm not sure what to say. i'm not used to this.

i owe you one.

that was... very kind of you. thank you.

i'm just not used to people going out of their way to help me.

usually people just look the other way, but you actually care.

this is weird. is this what caring about someone feels like?

i could have handled it.

this must have taken you forever to arrange. and you did it all for me?

it would be easier in the long run if we went our separate ways.

i hate being in other peoples' debts.

i didn't want this to happen.

people around me don't last very long.

i feel like i'm screaming and screaming and no one hears me.

i'm in your debt.

how did you find that? i lost that ages ago.

you actually... listened to me?

no one's ever paid attention.

no one's ever put that much time in effort into something for me.

when did i say that?

i didn't ask you to care about me!

i'm easily missed. people don't pay attention to me.

i'm invisible most of the time.

it's easier for people to look the other way.

do you do this often? help people?

i'm surprised you're still here.

if you're expecting something in return, forget about it.

you came back?

why do you care about me so much?

i'm a lost cause. you should just forget about me.

what's the use? there's no point.

i don't even celebrate my birthday. no one cares.

you can't just make someone care about you.

i thought you left.

what is it about me that has you so worked up?

you're making a big deal out of nothing.

thanks for patching me up.

you... brought this here for me?

but i didn't ask for this! i didn't ask for any of this!

stop smiling at me like that.

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Shoutout to characters that are both genuinely deeply kind and also genuinely terrifying and willing to spill buckets worth of blood to get something done. And neither of these are an act, they're just both very true.

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HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”

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drifter has thought up a lot of escape plans and contingencies for the varying factions that want his hide, and none of them ever involve relying on an outside rescue. it's not that he doesn't trust the connections he's made this far, it's just that the idea of someone else coming to his rescue never even occurs to him.