#this is a long one pals

[tiredassmage]

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THREE whole pens!!!! I'm starting this and I still have no idea if you'll get three whole ocs or three whole rambles about one oc, nonny, but I do have me some THOUGHTS, so off we go!

This is... once again, very long. As it always is whenever I decide to involve Tyr. So there's more under the cut, as usual, lol.

(You're absolutely correct that I'm never done talking about Tyr, next question).

I sort of toed into Tyr's thoughts on the Sith yesterday and there's so many of them I can specifically ramble about, so that's what we're doing!!! To briefly recap, Tyr was raised on Dromund Kaas - for the vast majority of his life, he believed it was born and raised, and then I had to go and say, no, your actual biological sister is a Jedi, have fun!!! But that's for another day (and a fic already exists on that reunion).

The household did contain at least two Sith - his mother and elder sister were full-fledged and Sith-in-training, respectfully. His exact relationship with them is practically non-existent insofar as that they'd maybe be listed as next of kin on his records, but any mourning from either side in the event of something unfortunate would more than likely be a socially-driven act than genuine despair. Mavis isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to him, but she was, nonetheless, a privileged menace that put a bad taste in his mouth that he kept to himself as a good soldier and citizen of the Empire does.

As a quick aside, of the small family unit, Tyr was marginally closest to his father, but really only in the capacity that the man was the least likely to go out of his way to make Tyr's life more complicated and served as the base inspiration for Tyr to adamantly accept an offer to join Imperial Intelligence.

But I think there are really only two Sith lords that have ever genuinely terrified him - Darth Jadus and Darth Malgus, particularly in his recent... reappearance, rather than the spats on Ilum. Jadus was enigma in physical form and probably the most potent manifestation of Tyr's eventual bone-deep problems with the Sith, summed simply in one line, "I believe in the democratization of fear."

That single meeting in Jadus's chambers is something he'll never forget. In silent confidence and chilling belief in those ideals, almost no other Sith can compare. Sith like Mavis are at least predictable - their generally loose canons feeding on their emotions. Jadus is... not. Jadus defies every expectation he tried to set. Darth Jadus is not a Sith Tyr ever planned to talk back to or stand against. His scramble against the Eradicators had very little to do with believing it a viable, sound plan of action unlikely to get him killed and far more with an overriding sense to stick to what he believed was right that was far more valuable.

He could probably at least thank Jadus for being so utterly terrifying that dealing with Valkorian later wasn't a matter of fear, but sheer logic. Resignation to the 'if x, then y.' Tyr shooting at Valkorian at the top of the Spire on Zakuul pre-carbonite is not at all because he thinks that's going to work. Stars, it's not because he thinks a blaster can defeat the Sith Emperor!! It's once again because he assessed his options and decided that, at the absolute godsdamned least, he could go out for what he believed in.

Malgus is odd because its not... necessarily Malgus himself that terrifies Tyr so much as it is... all the circumstances around working with Malgus. It is and isn't Malgus. It's that Tyr has a wriggling little feeling that if anybody was going to look through him and catch him in the act of working for the Republic, it was going to be Malgus. This one still works on his nerves. And, y'know, fun memories of Castellan Restraints. He's so glad the Empire has changed so much in the years of having to deal with Zakuul. /Violent sarcasm.

Anyway, they aren't the only Sith that have left impressions, of course. Lana I basically covered in yesterday's post, so I won't rehash that one, but Marr occupies a similarly interesting and odd space as her. Tyr might concede that the Dark Councilor was... more pragmatic than some of his peers, but there isn't ever really a point that Tyr trusts him. Really, after the Castellan Restraints, I don't think you could convince Tyr to trust a Dark Councilor. He maintained his respect in interactions with Marr with only mild slips on Yavin IV - by then a point where he felt his honest opinion on developments with Sith Intelligence had been, one, asked for and, two, it's... maybe a subject of slight passion, after all. Still, it's more tongue in cheek in fashion rather than blatant resistance. Marr never really gives him a reason to go that far.

And then there's folks like Zhorrid, and Lord Razer, and Acina. He fails to ever puzzle out Zhorrid. When he first meets her on Korriban, he missteps with her by sticking to the 'you sent for me?' approach. Where her father was genuinely unsettling, Zhorrid he finds merely... unpredictable and, admittedly, a touch juvenile. She's scrapping to validate her position, so he mentally tags her more with 'approach with caution' than anything particularly alarming.

Razer is... Oh, Razer. The one Sith Lord Tyr has blatantly stood up against that he can recall actively making that choice. And it's a lot about being tired of Going Through It at that point and also, like... admittedly a developed sense of what someone reasonable (like Lokin, perhaps) might have called uncharacteristic and undesirable cockiness. He read Razer as someone he could take ground from, if he was assertive enough in taking command. He had just enough pull as the successful Cipher Nine, even as they gutted Intelligence, that he felt he had some weight to push back. There was no mourning for that one. So unfortunate, truly. (He had it coming.)

And then Acina. Ohhh, Acina. She's so interesting!!!! In her relationship with him because!!! It varies. You can't make me do large group heroics to save my life, but I did start the Dread Seed mission chain and he just... Once again, you couldn't pay him enough to trust a Dark Councilor. He mistrusts her scheming. And then, as Empress meeting her as the Commander of the Alliance, there's a little... little moment in all that goes down on Dromund Kaas that he might, might have just been a little inclined to believe she could be reasoned with, that maybe she was doing something with the Empire he wouldn't entirely be against. And then Iokath happened and, "Intelligence should have retired you when they had the chance!" happened and that naive little notion went right out the window and then she also kicked it, so... RIP.

Okay, ONE pen down, my goodness. Anyway, I also feel the need to share some Lensan lore(tm) because he's also my latest obsession and, unfortunately, against all my plans, he has grown on me.

One, I'd like to reiterate that the amount of blaster pistols I keep in this man's inventory for outfitter purposes is obnoxious. Lensan absolutely actually has a large blaster collection because of this happening.

I was workshopping several background ideas for this bastard before I finally settled on Imperial Military Black Ops discharged or retired and one of them, surprise surprise, involved him being an agent for Imperial Intelligence, either previously as a Main Job or picked up after he left Black Ops after the Treaty of Coruscant as a disgruntled soldier displeased with the truce. This potential plot involved him posing as a the titular Bounty Hunter PC to investigate the Empire's Mandalorian alliance and report back on whether or not it was still a sound partnership. This idea has not left me alone, so it may or may not still appear in a version where I play IA with him because I'd do that, I'm insane enough to make more agents, I can't be helped, just leave me here.

I'm trying to keep these last ones shorter because holy shit have I gone off akdsfnlsdfnsd

Let's revist Vaylress!!! My first, like, consistent Sith Warrior. I miss her. Wife. Queen.

Vayl's was initially meant to retain loyalty to the Empire. While her journey as the SW makes her realize not everything the Empire is doing is great, she still identifies predominantly as a Sith of the Empire first and foremost. Especially with Quinn at her side, the pair of them were ultimately loyal to what was best for the Empire (even if he was absolutely correct that she would risk it all if it protected him. That's her kryptonite.)

This sort of potentially changed when I realized the pair wanted kids. Particularly in the way things go with Zakuul, I think her potential withdraw from full support of the Empire would largely be to focus on her own family - her husband and their young daughter. In ousting Baras and becoming the Emperor's Wrath, Vayl saw a lot of what she valued - the people she valued in her crew - threatened by the path she was walking. Power plays are a massive part of Sith life and, she realizes, unstable long-term. This decision would largely be about deciding to prioritize herself and her wants first for a change than any real swapped loyalties between galactic powers.

She got the scars on her face from the cave-in attempted murder on Quesh and went through a period where she covered these with a mask (Arcann's, fun fact, bc I think its a cool asf mask and she's one of the few characters I have that would potentially wear face-coverings consistently) partially to conceal her identity from any potential spies reporting her movements to Baras and revealing her and the Hand's movements too early, and partially to let them (and herself) heal from both the physical wounds and the blow to her pride for not expecting something. Vayl was always conscious that it was a possibility - and even a likelihood - that Baras would one day cut her loose, but it didn't lessen the sting of betrayal. She was still incredibly offended, ultimately. But what really sealed his fate, tbh, was using Quinn against her. Sure, she was already plotting his downfall for the Hand, but that made it personal.

Like I said, she has priorities. Those priorities tend to take the form of Malavai Quinn. Oops. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[aturtletotz]

Just some scrap metal that was tossed aside. Nothing you have to worry about.

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[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: nightmares / trauma / ]

Post-invasion, Mikey sneaks into Leo’s room and when asked by Leo what the problem was, Mikey just smiles and says since he’s awake and knew Leo would be too, he didn’t want either of them alone. Leo laughs and lets Mikey stick around, both of them clumped together on Leo’s bed, watching grainy compilations of old Lou Jitsu commercials on Leo’s phone.

Technically, Mikey didn’t lie. He just didn’t explain everything that led him to Leo’s room. He didn’t explain the nightmare of his arms burning up too bright, too fast, destroyed before Raph and Donnie have a chance to help. He didn’t explain how he woke up with a wail caught in his throat, phantom pain in his arms and chest alike chasing away any semblance of exhaustion. He didn’t explain how his mind made sure he knew, vividly, that if one thing went wrong with his portal, then he would have never seen Leo again.

He didn’t explain, and he didn’t have to. Leo knows his brothers better than he knows himself, and Mikey has always been easy to read. So it’s no trouble to let Mikey know that he’s still with them, that Leo is here and alive with everyone else. And when Mikey finally regains his exhaustion and falls asleep leaning against Leo, Leo simply maneuvers him into a more comfortable position and stays by his side.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t go to sleep - not that he could, anyway. He just mindlessly scrolls on his phone, the soft snores of his little brother filling the room. He stays in place, awake, because he wants to be sure that when Mikey wakes up again it’s to the immediate sight that Leo is alive and well and home.

And, if Leo’s bring honest, that’s a reminder not just for Mikey’s sake.

[idlesuperstar]

My. Sounds like a love story.

[silverware-is-interesting]

just some kinitopet doodles

the kinito crew, with mild effort

and some things i did with the users, under the cut since there is. a lot

all of 'em but the first 4 came into existence because of the incorrect quote generator

these guys are way too fun to draw (to me)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hold on wait im unable to Scribble rn but i had this Lights Out interaction in my head and i need to put it somewhere before i forget. Okay so the scene is Howdy, Poppy, Frank, and Wally are all having quiet time in the post office. just vibing.

Howdy: i'm going to say something harsh

Poppy: that's alright. we understand <3

Frank: go ahead, it's better than bottling it up

Howdy:

Howdy, near tears: you're all so boring i think it's actually killing me

Poppy / Frank / Wally: ...

[coffinpal]

lots of good donnie faces in this next issue

[bambeebirdie]

There are two things involving Shockwave and Elita-1 I’d really love to see in a transformers series (they are not compatible):

1. Them being absolutely enemies. Elita and Shockwave hate each other. They got like 4 billion years of extra war between them and they cannot stand even the sight of one another. Optimus and Megatron wish they hated each other as much as Shockwave and Elita do. They should get to be silly, terrible rivals at least once, please <3

2. Shockwave and Elita-1 ending the war on Cybertron and for a more crack version of this getting together too. Genuinely I’d be so into a series where like Optimus and Megatron establish communication back with Cybertron and the war is just over. Even funnier the war is over and their respective romantic partners are now married

[good-beanswrites]

One more scene from Fuuta-Es convos with @waivyjellyfish for now :3 I liked exploring Es' post-canon mindset as an ex-murder investigator... Like my other drabble, I don't have the details worked out but Milgram is over and they're living at the Kajiyamas' now.

What Fuuta didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

It’s what Es told themself as they slipped into his clothes. They’d spotted the outfit at the bottom of Fuuta’s closet a few days ago, then decided to bide their time. With Fuuta and his sister downstairs having breakfast, there was a small window of opportunity now.  

Es stuck their arm through the red-striped sleeve. They still didn’t know what possessed them to put it on. 

Was it the appeal of something familiar? In a world devoid of all memories, they enjoyed the idea of putting on at least one outfit that they’d seen hundreds of times on their little music video screen. Is it possible to be comforted by someone else’s memories?

Was it old habits? They’d spent each trial doing anything and everything to feel closer to the prisoners. To take a peek into their minds. To step into their shoes. This was taking it a bit literally, they knew. Although everything was over and they had no reason to connect so deeply to any of the prisoners, Es couldn’t get away from the duty they’d obsessed over for so long.

Maybe it was just their troublesome curiosity, always driving them forward. There was a small part of them that hungered for more information, no matter the reason. They were perfectly aware that putting on Fuuta’s red and blue tracksuit would probably offer them absolutely nothing new, but they had to try. Something might be revealed to them, and they needed to know. 

Es stood in front of the full length mirror. They turned one way. They turned the other way. They shifted their arms. They cocked their head.

Sure enough, nothing. 

They took note of the little details. It was a little big on them, (though  it wouldn’t take them long to catch up to Fuuta’s size). It was neither fashionable nor tacky. The material wasn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it felt warm.

But, did it make them feel any closer to Fuuta?

They contemplated a moment, thinking of all that he may have done in the outfit. There were so many classes these pants had walked to, so many arcade coins that these pockets had held. Es wondered if his friends ever nudged the shoulders of the jacket playfully. Maybe they weren’t the type. It had probably seen it’s share of all nighters. And also lazy days spent in bed, or sick days laid up on the couch.

They puffed their chest out, thinking of the confidence Fuuta may have had wearing this. They pulled the hood over their hair. It had likely seen just as much as his hesitance. How many times had he sunk into the thick material for an escape? Or was there an opposite effect – did he feel so comfortable in this that he could commit murder?

Es stared at themself.

There came some shuffling out in the hall. Before Es could move, Fuuta was shouting to his sister and bursting into the room.

“Will you get out of my fucking hair if I bring it to you right –” he froze. “Now...”

Es, too, was frozen in place, their eyes wide. 

“I-I’m sorry.” They started unzipping the jacket. “I saw it and… I didn’t mean to –”

“ – It’s fine,” Fuuta muttered. He waved his hand dismissively. He started shuffling things around in his desk drawer, angling his head down, out of sight. His voice was strained, though it wasn’t as angry as Es had been expecting. “It’s not like I’m ever gonna wear it again.”

Es carefully folded the jacket over their arm. “I wasn’t trying to bring up the past. I was just…” What had they been doing? 

“I said it’s fine.” 

“I know it’s not.”

“You don’t know anything. Wear it every day for all I care. I was just gonna toss it.”

“You still can. Or, I can.”

“Nah.” Fuuta retrieved what he was looking for. He paused in the doorway, taking one last look over his shoulder. “Looks better on you, anyway.”

Es straightened in surprise as he left. They took another look in the mirror. They allowed themself a small smile. They might have undersold how comfortable it was.

Now that they were thinking of it, they did look pretty cool… Maybe that was all there was to it.

[vroomian]

YRZ: Takes care of Charlie and Lucifer during the most tumultuous period of their lives. (Tis is nothing.) Luci: Sees YRZ teaching Charlie to make soup for him and take care of laundry while giving a should to cry on for the both of them. And continues doing so for the next three years. All while knowing YRZ hates dealing with EMOTIONS and RESPONSIBILTY. (. . . I am doomed.)

Well. In the future, yes. But at the moment? Reed is persona non grata in Lucifer’s eyes.

The main problem is when you feel debilitating depression like that it lies to you. It lies to you so much. Everything is harder. You don’t want to do shit like get out of bed, or parent, or eat.

But Reed has out stubborned heaven, and he is both merciless and paicent when it comes to his self appointed tasks. So: Lucifer doesn’t have a choice. He gets up, or Reed gets him up. He eats, or Reed force feeds him. He spends time with Charlie, or Reed forces him to tell her why himself. Lucifer is dragged by the hair into being functional again. Reed is not kind about it, honestly.

The only way Reed makes it through the whole three years alive, is because Lucifer does love Charlie more than anything. Even in his depression he can’t bring himself to make her cry, and she loves her Uncle Reed. So Reed remains unsmited and willing to take full advantage of it.

When Reed judges that Lucifer isn’t in danger of a relapse, he accepts permanent banishment from the Morningstar castle without complaints or remorse. He doesn’t feel bad and he would do it again. It takes them a couple years to become friends again.

[electrosquash]

Na mit der Beschreibung finden sie den in Null komma Nix!

(Summary: German army tank was damaged at the Wacken Open Air, there for advertising reasons. They're now looking for a "european-looking" guy (???) with a merch shirt and a Motörhead cap ... on a metal festival... )

[ndostairlyrium]

I see your Harmony-like long haired Cullens and such disrespect for curls aches my soul, so let me correct that preposterous trend with a last minute sketch, giving this man the fusilli hair he really deserves. Why do you hate curls so much fandom, why? I’m jesting of course lol but also please embrace the grungey-like metalhead curls it’s super fun to draw/model them I swear!

[plutosschild]

I’ve been so busy prepping for Halloween that I forgot to do a Halloween drawing so I’ll do one and post it another time but here’s a doodle I did of @sugarlesswriting ‘s fic ‘Clementine’ instead of paying attention to my lecturer x

[idlesuperstar]

current sexual orientation: tweedy, warm, intelligent, wry, ping-pong playing, whisky-drinking, poetry-quoting, motorbike-racing, gloriously red-headed here-on-earth-I-am-your-defending-counsel Doctor Frank Reeves [Roger Livesey: A Matter of Life And Death, Powell & Pressburger, 1946]

[nazumichi]

if mei has a million fans im one of them, if

[unluckyxse7enart]

Not sure what possessed me to attempt lineart digitally again. Hoping it was at least a little worth it though