#collective chat

[mawklee]

jerma plays l.a. noire

[westywallowing]

my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"

[vurelly]

POV: someone just said that character you drew came out hot

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

“Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[syllyism]

stylish aai ema skye!!!

[strangely-epic]

made some streamer-specific chat member designs... these 3 have been living in my head for weeks and i only now was able to illustrate them with confidence

my thought process for anyone interested:

vinechat:

vinesauce shroom on head but its purple and has a c (for chat) instead of a v

big oversized comfy sweater because i know many ppl sleep to vinny's streams

rain boots because i like to think of them frolicking in a forest amongst the mushrooms

vargchat:

fren hat and fren shirt color (in the actual designs on the bottom, not with the blinky shirt obviously LOL)

anti-marcianito ufo graphic tee

i made them wear a graphic tee because i've noticed that joel's chat is very nerdy

mikechat:

jazz mister headband and hoodie

they're wearing stained underwear because they're crusty

gay socks because gay.

toothpick because they're copying mike (the chat is a reflection of the streamer)

anyway chat ily i hope you feel represented by these dweebs :)

[rivercloudss]

Penacony collection

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[blondwhxrewrites]

omg what about autistic!reader (all hot bitches got tism) just yapping all the slytherins ears off because she just doesn’t know she’s doing it like she doesn’t clock it’s socially rude but someone outside the groups points it out 🙂🙂🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️plsplsplsplsplspls beed someone to defend my rambles

The boys would absolutely eat up autistic!reader, I fear.

They have no idea what reader is yapping about but they are just nodding along and cheering her on. If she doesn't like the texture of a certain food, they are making sure it never ends up on her plate during meals. When Reader gets overwhelmed they immediately notify Mattheo because they know he's her safe person. They have all of her hiding places memorized for when she suddenly disappears somewhere to cool down AND they all buy her things related to her special interests and hyperfixations.

They also notice so many things about her since all of them are so observant. Theo will notice whenever you pick up a habit or a stim from one of your friends. Blaise sees the way your way you mindlessly copy people's mannerisms when talking to them. Enzo can tell whenever you're disassociating. Draco instantly knows when you're done with a conversation—and Mattheo just knows everything about you because he's just overall obsessed with you.

Realistically they also tease her about her autistic traits A LOT but never in a nasty or ill-intentioned way. They also literally do not know what autism is so there's a lot of trial and error.

Basically autistic!reader is too powerful for this world.

[horse-plinko]

guys can they please be (totally not romantic 100% trust) petty rivals pllesasee pleaseeeee

friendly djoah rivalry details

Noah miraculously stays after dodge brawl

the cooking challenge is where it starts, I had to basically revamp the whole challenge tho

A person from each team would be picked to make a meal, bass cooked, gophers baked

DJ volunteered while Noah was picked bc Owen was talking abt how he’s good at baking (they’re childhood friends guys TRRRRUST) and also because he was on thin ice from dodge brawl. Some team members (mostly Heather) do NOT like him rn. During the challenge team members can sneak in to ‘sabotage’ by taking utensils, ingredients, etc and hiding them (which is why Heather is there). Noah and DJ can do the same but they can’t hide stuff outside like the others can. The other contestants could literally hide shit anywhere if they wanted so long as they don’t break the stuff, if they do the team is disqualified

Queue the pettiness

Borderline flirting without realizing GET A ROOMMMMMM

[simplydm]

[coffee-at-annies]

Made a meme for hockeyblr. Good luck tomorrow and Godspeed 🫡

[local-hyena]

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUAL, OFFICIAL CAPCOM ADVERTISEMENT

I hate this so much. Edgeworth Amogus is real and can hurt me

[lilian-sins]

Cat nip.

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ pairing : Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir x gn!Reader

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ p.o.v. : 2nd person

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ summary : Your boyfriend got into your stash of cat nip you kept for your cat. He is now clinging onto you like a childhood stuffed animal. (thank you @thisisdumb123 for the request!)

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ tags : civilian x hero; established relationship; secret relationship; reader doesn’t know his secret identity; overall fluff; mentions of reader having a cat, but it’s not that relevant; cat nip not used being used on an actual cat; does this count as drug usage? idk; i used ‘mon coeur’ and ‘mon cher’, but like in a cool gender neutral way; short drabble

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ word count : 421

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You were gone for barely 5 minutes — just like you’d told him — before your boyfriend started whining your name in a high-pitched, feverish voice. He looked like a sick Victorian child, with his flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead. Why he got into your cat’s bag of cat nip you’ll never know. But you’re very thankful that his suit wasn’t soaked in his sweat. That could’ve led to many other problems on top of the already existing ones.

The reason you were gone for so long, you may ask? Well, someone was whining about their sore throat.

And the reason that same someone was now whining your name again? He missed you. Obviously.

When you returned to your room, glass of cold water in hand, the view that greeted you was truly a sight to behold. It never ceased to amaze you how Chat Noir, the other half of the Parisian hero duo, and also your boyfriend, could act so childlike. But that was part of his charm, part of how he got you to fall so deeply for him as he has for you. And though the threat of being with him was too close for comfort, neither of you could keep away. And moments like this made you think of how, even with the looming threat of Hawk Moth, it would all be worth it.

Chat Noir’s eyes lit up like stars in the night sky when they fell on your figure coming closer. He sat up straight on your bed, leather-clad hands reaching for the glass of water. He worded his gratitude inbetween swallowing big gulps of water. He finally released a big sigh of relief when the last drops were gone, setting the now empty glass on the side table near your bed.

Chat immediately reached for you, pulling your body on to the soft sheets, right next to his. He jutted his face in the crevice of your neck and shoulder, letting out a content sigh. Your fingers moved to scratch his scalp, tousling his golden hair.

You stay like that for what seems like forever.

“I love you, mon coeur,” Chat whispers into your neck.

“I love you too, mon trésor.” You tilt your head slightly to kiss the top of his head, before settling back down.

Time seems to still, both your and Chat’s breathing evens out as sleep starts to take over. You feel so at piece, your whole world wrapped around you.

“Chaton?”

“Yes, mon cher?”

“Can you please not lick my neck?”

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𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ author’s note : AHHH (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) my first request!! if you liked this, feel free to send in more, though I won’t make any promises on when they’ll be posted loll

𓍢ִ໋ʚɞ⋆ posted : August 31st, 2024

[gulano]

Playing AAI2 for the first time and having a great time

[memeshost]

[yung-notorious]

some major hints from chapter 8…coming soon y’all ready? 👀💕