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pinbitch · 3 months
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sorry hornet’s nest i know you guys have beef or whatever but in all honesty black sails and our flag means death you are the same to me
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filibusterfrog · 1 year
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its time for the Annual Superbat Redraw
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laurents-secret-diary · 5 months
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the quirked up white boy Of Vere
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fivevotesdown · 2 months
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make sure to eat your leftovers
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sun-dari · 10 months
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the funniest thing that could happen when ao3 is fixed is everyone going feral for their fics all at once and getting the site to crash again
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hyolks · 5 months
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we're a real mess, aren't we?
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ghouljams · 6 months
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You’ve made allusions to an android AU, may I venture a hc?
König (my beloved) is the most likely out of all of the guys to just. Literally not have a face. This boy was built exclusively for heavy combat - he’s probably got five cameras for eyes on a composite ceramic face. There is no synthskin. Briareos from APPLESEED vibes.
OK Android au is a Ghost au because that's my husband. I love the idea of König as a heavy duty mech. Let's run through what my thoughts on the au are and then never speak of it again
So Ghost as an android. Military grade, top of the line. I mean literally irreplaceable, no one knows how they made him, where he came from, or how he's able to think and do the things he does. It's almost unbelievable. You, the 141's mechanic, don't believe it. You've fixed up plenty of androids, you'd rerouted circuit boards and rewritten enough code to know that Ghost should not be doing the things he's doing. You think he's thinking. He shouldn't be thinking. Not the way he seems to be, at least.
Androids think, to a certain degree, but artificial intelligence is... well it's not exactly real. It's pattern recognition and computers running simulations. It's math. Complicated math, but still math. Ghost isn't doing math, he's making decisions. The 141 lets him out, free range, in the field and trusts him to think and act within the parameters- Fuck do they even set parameters for him?
He comes to see you the same way the men go to see the doctor. Reluctantly. Another thing he shouldn't be doing, that he's hiding from the rest of the unit, feeling. That's what first tipped you off that he was thinking, the way he lingered in your doorway when other androids would be marched in by their COs. Ghost stood in the door to your workshop and hesitated, like he didn't want to see you, or was hoping you wouldn't be in. When you'd made eye contact with his cameras, the red glow behind sculpted bone, he'd marched right in and sat down in front of your work bench.
"Need some maintenance," He's said, the transmitters for his voice box warm and rumbling behind the slight static. You'd never heard false vocal cords like that.
He's a wonder of mechanics. His back plate is dented, the synth-skin charred and bullet ridden, and when you take too long poking around trying to figure out how to get it off he reaches back and presses a button at the top of his spine. The black composite plates lining his spine -what a human would call a spine- release with a hiss and the back plates on either side pop up with a quiet click. You could spend hours looking at the motors running his muscles, like cogs in a clock. They spin silently, just on the edge of warm when you touch them, expanding his synthetic muscles almost like he's breathing. A cooling system you assume, or exhaust exchange. You grab a few tools from your bench and tug your safety goggles on to get started.
It's strange, you feel like a proper doctor working on him. Ghost sits like a rock for you, but he's sitting, he's active. You glance at his face like you'll catch him flinching away from the laser you drag against powder burns, or think he'll roll his shoulder to test the fit when you tighten one of the millions of tiny screws. You'll have to come up with something new to use on the tight coils of synthetic muscle he has. You've never seen anything like it, you'll need something custom if he comes in with anything bigger than a bullet wound. He's patient as you reshape his back plate, banging the dent out and soldering a patch over the hole.
"You'll need a new one of these," You tell him. He makes a noise almost like a hum, you chalk it up to motors whirring. Strange when they'd been so quiet before.
"Battle scars," He jokes, and you freeze, "That's what Soap calls them." He covers, but- He made a joke. He's covering, it's a good cover, but- He made a joke. Androids don't make jokes, they approximate jokes.
You're still thinking about it when he leaves. You're a good mechanic, a great one, but you can't explain Ghost away as subroutines and ai. You stare down at your diagnostic report, your repair report. You hesitate and mark "functioning optimally" before jotting down the repairs you made. It's probably nothing. No reason to snitch on the 141's prized android just because you're a little spooked.
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aridante · 19 days
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all these fucking formulaic mad libs ass booktok novel titles make me violent actually. a butthole of poop and farts
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canisalbus · 2 months
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In the modern AU there is a tumblr and they are going crazy over this catholic cardinal and his "roommate".
I was thinking of drawing a silly little imaginary fanart of them from this angle (something extra mushy and romantic) but then realized that's literally just what I make normally.
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mamadarama · 2 months
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542 - thing is, "i saw a dead body at work today" isnt exactly an unrealistic statement to say while working at es
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saphushia · 10 months
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a week ago i didn't even know there was more than one robin
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Toki's hope in a dream. Its source yet unknown to him as a kid.
This idea came to me while I was listening to this awesomely creative and visually pleasing music video called "Fish in a Birdcage". Sure at first it left me feeling a bit...dreadful, but on the 15th listen it was already charming.
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magnetothemagnificent · 11 months
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Non-ADHD and non-autistic disabled people whose only idea of ADHD and autistic people is shaped by media depictions of a nerdy white boy or a quirky goth girl with low support needs: "Yeah ADHD and autism are destigmatized and we should ignore people with ADHD and autism in favor of real disabilities. I am very smart and progressive."
Lateral prejudice towards other disabled people will get us nowhere.
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foolsocracy · 5 months
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love a plain grey background
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fanfiction-gremlin · 6 months
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ONLY 0.0001 PERCENT OF PEOPLE CAN FIND THE IMPOSTER
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peachcombo · 5 months
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just imagined vivziepop show infighting like umm 🟥 / 🔻is waaay better than 🔺 / 🔴 even 🛑 thinks so... ♦️ would hate you🙄
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