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especially the peanut butter ones

m&ms. are like dog treats for boys

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shit would be simpler if i was a dog.

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Dark Omen II

In the month Dargo and his master had been on Korriban, two more artifacts vanished. So far, all of the suspects his master questioned had solid evidence of their innocence. The padawan was assisting Nimolla review the security data logs when he noticed an interesting pattern. He sat up right and double checked he was right.

Nimolla had noticed her apprentice perk up and sensed his growing excitement. Dargo stacked the data pads he was looking at and slide them across the table to his master, "I think I know how to find our thief." The jedi master looked through the data pads, she was clearly missing whatever it was her padawan had noticed, "nothing about these inventory reports seem amiss. What are you seeing Dargo?"

Dargo couldn't help the smile from spreading across his face, "we've assumed our culprit is biological, but the logs show that from the tombs to the storage bay, the artifacts are handled by droids. Every artifacts that's gone missing, has been handled by the same droid."

Nimolla had admit she was impressed, "Good work Dargo. Let's head to the droid control bay. I'll question the mechanic, I want you to look through the droids programming log. But be unsuspecting. Don't pinpoint that one droid and scare off anyone who's keeping tabs on it."

As Dargo's master spoke with the mechanic who did the maintenance on the droids, Dargo started looking through the logs of the droids. He pulled the programming data for every droid that had been in contract with the stolen artifacts, when found himself a seat and started going through it. He kept a bored expression on his face, doing his best to appear uninterested. He kept looking up at his master to appear impatient, an act he put on during all of the questionings. He double checked to make sure he got the right droids data before letting out a heavy sigh. The signal that he got what they came for. Nimolla excused herself from the conversation with the mechanic and approached Dargo. His master was entirely too good at projecting strict authority, "Do you find your duties boring padawan? Perhaps some extra meditation will teach you to appreciate the moments when you are not idle." She let out an exasperated sigh, "I'm done here, you will return to your quarters for meditation." She waved him away, the young jedi stood and bowed before returning him room.

When Nimolla joined him a few hours later, he was barely containing his excitement. He handed her the data pad and said nothing for fear of being overheard. As his master reviewed the list of items the droid had been secretly programmed to collect she gave him a small smile and nodded, "Good. This gets you closer." She issued him new orders on the data pad and handed it back.

Dargo made his way to the storage bay the droid they were after was assigned to. He approached it, "uh, hi. I've been ordered by master Nimolla to assist with inventory storage. I'm to double check that everything is here."

The hulking loader droid simply looked down at Dargo for moment, it's mechanical voice responded, "no." Before it attempted to resume it's duties.

The padawan furrowed his brow, "perhaps I wasn't clear, this is an order issu-" His words were cut off as the loader's cold, vice like grip closed around his neck. As his saber was snatched off his belt, the droid lifted him into the air. Unable to breath, panic began to set in. Kicking at the droid was useless, the loader's heavy armor was meant to protect it from falling crates. As he struggled to free himself, he felt his fear start to change. Anger replaced that fear. He was hardly aware he had reached out with the force and used it to tear the loader droid apart at each and every joint. Collapsing to the floor he gasped for air. A familiar cold settled over him. The same cold he had felt in the caves on Ilum. He had just used the dark side. He had began to open the droids chassis to check it's internal storage compartment to find an artifact hidden away. His master rushed into the storage bay just as Dargo grabbed the artifact, she could feel the strength of the dark side but was too late to stop he apprentice. Dargo lifted the sphere out of the droid, slowly turning to hear his master faintly object. His vision clouded. Visions of the jedi temple burning, a sounds of blaster fire and screams filled his ears. It felt like an incredible amount of pressure was wrapped around his head. He tried to scream but didn't hear it. Them he saw a black mask, and heard a respirator before he blacked out from being overwhelmed.

He awoke in med bay, his head still pounding. By his bedside sat his master, she was lost deep in thought. She hadn't noticed him stir yet, and seemed a little startled when he spoke, "I'm sorry." Was all he could manage past his sore and badly bruised throat.

A look of relief washed over her face when she looked at Dargo. She cooed, pushing him, "Don't speak, or you'll make it difficult for your throat to heal. We can discuss what happened later. For now, our mission here is complete. After your encounter with the droid, our culprit tried to flee. He's now on his way to Corusant to be questioned by the jedi counsel. You did well Dargo."

As he basked in his master's praise, his memory of the vision he had returned, but it was foggy and he couldn't recall it very well. But the sound, and mask felt ominous. He resolved to talk about it later. For now, he went back to sleep.

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this is a fucking mood

born to "i'm going to rip your hide from your body" forced to "as per my last email"

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Dark Omen I

Dargo stood in the center the T-6's training deck. Blinded by a training helmet, he could hear the soft hissing and whooshing of the training remotes. Through the Force, the faint presence of energy coursing through them allow the padawan to see where they were in his minds eye. He was on his first real mission with his master, and he couldn't deny his anxiety and excitement. He focused his breathing and blocked the distracting thoughts as the remotes began to fire stun bolts at him. The point of this exercise was to reduce wasted movement. So long as Dargo kept focused, he'd barely need to move to avoid being stunned. He managed a full minute of increasing fire when the door opened with a soft hiss breaking his concentration. With a yelp he feel to the floor having taken several bolts at once. Removing the training helmet with a groan, he looked towards the door to see his master looking back at him with disapproval.

She let out a resigned sigh, as if her mind hadn't been completely made up, "that's enough for today. We'll arrive shortly, please gather yourself and meet me in the brief room in ten minutes." With that, she turned on her heel and left. After the stun wore off, Dargo did as his master bid him. The holotable displayed the image of a planet with some key notes flanking it.

"Korriban?" Dargo asked, perplexed. "Why are we visiting the Sith Homeworld?"

Nimolla looked to her apprentice with a raised eyebrow, "One of my contacts informed me that artifacts are being smuggled and sold off planet."

The apprentice's jaw dropped, "How is that possible? I thought access to the world was so heavily restricted that such a thing would be impossible."

The older jedi smiled at the nievity of her young apprentice, "Were the galaxy so simple. No Dargo, such things are not impossible, just made very difficult. Such artifacts become much more valuable as a result, which means those driven by greed will seek to exploit such opportunities." She let her padawan soak in that concept for a moment, "We'll be meeting with the Jedi security team when we land. Our task to find and recover or destroy the artifacts that have gone missing. I want you to say nothing, save for the polite exchanges that are expected. Your true task is to be my eyes and ears elsewhere when my attention is focused."

Dargo nodded, "Understood master." That would be easy enough. He really disliked interacting with older jedi. They had a tendency to dismiss him out right, or order him around like a personal servant. Since Nimolla had taken him on as her apprentice, that had mostly stopped. At least when she was in the room.

An hour later, the shuttle was landing on the surface of the forbidden Sith homeworld. The cold pressure of the dark side was immense, causing him to wrap his cloak tighter around himself despite the ineffectivness of the action. Nimolla led him down the ramp on the ship to the waiting jedi security team. Introductions were quick, with the young jedi being ignored. He silently thanked the Force for that as he scanned the structure behind the other jedi. As he did, the sense he was being watched by unseen eyes grew stronger with each passing moment. Then suddenly it vanished. He kept his movement calm, just admiring the environment, he repeated in his head. He took note of several possible vantage points where the landing pad could be observed. No sooner had he turned back to face the security team, the feeling of watching eyes returned.

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mutters

people (derogatory)

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one of the my favorite things to do as a child when visiting my grandma's house was pretend to be a dog, and she always had a few at any given time. Over time I had to stop these behaviors, but the urge never left

Guys I’m actually kinda curious now,, why do you think you have your nonhuman identity?

For me personally it’s the fact I was lonely and animals gave me a sense of comfort.

Anyways!! What is your story? :3

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I want to tear my skin off

This is not my body

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body

I regularly get phantom feelings. An ear located in the wrong spot rotates to focus on a sound. Nails where claws should be. A tail, twitching to a silent emotion. Walking on a the balls of my feet, resisting the urge to drop to all fours. I go long periods without cutting my hair or shaving because it feels wrong. A soft growl or whine escaping my throat is more natural and appropriate than words most of the time.

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Every single one of these is accurate

Rebels as things I found around the internet pt 2

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@acreaturecalledgreed this haiku fucked me up

I theorize the reason "bottoms" appear more prevalent than "tops" on these types of spaces is that it is simply easier to be funny about being a bottom than about being a top without sounding like a sex offender

"uuuuu 🥺 pls cock me aaaaaaaa *runs into wall like Wile E Coyote running into his own tunnel painting*" easy as shit comedy

"I want to put my DICK in someone" whoa dude calm down, take it easy

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Crafting the blade

Dargo had finally learned the lesson his master and the temple on Ilum had been trying to teach. Letting go of his expectations of what his lightsaber should be, he trusted his instincts and the Force. Nimolla and professor Huyang, the droid on the Crucible that helped all jedi build their lightsabers, watched on as the boy meditated. His kyber crystal floating in front of him as hilt parts were withdrawn from their drawers. When assembled, the lightaber was a short, grey, leather wrapped thing. He stood has he took it in one hand and looked it over. Nimolla and Huyang spoke in unison, "fasinating." Then it was just Huyang who spoke, "a shoto, typically an off hand weapon paired with a jedi's standard lightsaber is certainly unusual. Well, ignite it."

Dargo pressed the activation button and the emerald blade roared to life for the first time. It hummed as he smiled, so many times he had longed for this moment. He was filled with joy and sense that he was finally walking the right path.

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A brush with the Dark

it took a few months, but Nimolla had finally gotten the clearance from the counsel to take her apprentice to Ilum. Dargo met her on the landing pad early in the morning. The all too familiar sight of the Crucible, the ship used for the Gathering, docked behind his master. An unease settled into his stomach as he approached. Nimolla raised a brow fractionally as she sensed Dargo's emotions twist and tighten, "you seemed troubled, padawan."

The boy met his masters eyes for a moment before he turned his gaze back to the ship, "I've been on this ship three times, and each trip I returned empty handed."

Nimolla considered her apprentice's words for a moment, "maybe without a lightsaber, but I would not say empty handed." She saw the confused expression on Dargo's face and smiled softly in response, "nevermind, let us set out."

The trip to Ilum was the same, except for the presence of a small group of initiates chattering about possible colors and styles of saber being absent. Instead Nimolla had Dargo recount his prior visits. It left him already feeling frustrated, but after a gentle chiding from his master, he banished the feeling.

He stood at the threshold to the temple entrance once again, peering beyond to the passages and caves. However, he wasn't to undergo this journey alone.

"I will be with you every step, but you will decide the path. If we are separated, continue forward. Trust in the Force." His master's words rang in his ears as they made their way into ice covered tunnels and caverns. Every junction and split in the path causing Dargo to pause. He tried to always pick a direction he thought would lead them deeper, yet somehow they returned the temple antechamber time and again.

It was on the fifth return that Dargo's frustration began to boil into anger. As he set off again, he found himself quickly turned back around. He didn't have the chance to think, he simply let loose a cry of hopeless anger and the Force responded. It shook the icy passage they stood in, the walls and ceiling cracking. As the rumble of the force died and the ice settled, Dargo looked about at the destruction with immediate regret. He hadn't meant to do it, but he suddenly felt a coldness that wasn't the planet's temperature.

Nimolla for her part, could see where the problem lay. She wanted to reach out and comfort the boy, but knew he needed to overcome this obstacle himself, so she remained silent. With his head hung Dargo whispered, "we should go." Nimolla placed a hand on Dargo's shoulder, her voice soft and gentle, "you're doing it again. You're trying to force this to work the way you think it should." She put some emphasis on the word think, "This, just like with your lessons, isn't the natural way for you. Let go of what you think should happen, clear your mind, and listen to your instincts."

Dargo's anger and frustration hadn't dissipated as he shrugged of his masters and while turning towards her, "This isn't like my lessons. This isn't something that I can change what I'm doing and suddenly it works. You've seen yourself, the temple rejects me. If that isn't the Force clearly telling me I'm not supposed to be a jedi then I don't know what is."

Nimolla was surprised, she had misread the situation. She sighed, "is that what you want? To leave the Order?"

Upset with himself for the outburst and on the verge of tears, Dargo shook his head in answer. His master continued, "then stop stubbornly trying to do this the way you believe its done. The way this temple tests each youngling is different. Quit thinking about doing this right, and let your way be right."

Dargo considered her words, he was wrapped in a maelstrom of emotions. He closed his eyes focused on his breathing and regained control. The temple kept returning him here because he had been trying to force his way through the caves. He let the Force flow through him, the resonance building around him until he herd it. The soft ring of the crystal's call. He opened his eyes seeing a faint glow coming from one the cracks he had made. Using the Force to draw the crystal out he peered down at it in disbelief. When he looked back up to his master, she was smiling proudly at him.

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i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered

i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child

so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭

like

20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question

barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?

20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,

-

early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:

barry:

diana:

hal:

j'onn:

bruce: what.

hal:

hal: do you like clone them or

-

mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:

hal:

diana:

barry:

j'onn:

clark:

bruce:

tim:

bruce: this one followed me

-

late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:

barry: did you hire a bodyguard

bruce: no.

barry: whos mr red over there

bruce: you don't remember my second one???

barry:

hal:

diana:

j'onn:

clark:

barry: did. did that one not die

jason: got better

-

later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:

hal:

bruce: don't ask.

hal: i didn't say anything

-

40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:

clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing

tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that

-

red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.

barry: who the FUCK are you???

-

batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????

barry: i have several questions

-

no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:

hal: did you get three more.

bruce: no. just one.

hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad

-

mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late

diana: not to worry. let's get start-

bruce: i have a few more coming behind me

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

jason: hi

cass: 👋

diana:

diana: ok should we st-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today

damian: HISSS

bruce: okay does he need to go back?

dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite

diana:

diana: is that the las-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

steph: b i need a hair tie

diana:

diana: so can-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

duke: b did i miss rolecall

diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-

zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀

tim: b alf is mad at you

bruce: why

hal: it's like a fucking clown car

steph: you didn't eat breakfast

tim: you didn't eat breakfast either

steph: shut.

damian: HISSSS

jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-

dick: hes a BABY!!!!!

duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy

jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!

tim: who the fuck told you????

cass: :)

hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.

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violence

I feel like I'm losing my grip on humanity. I just want to make someone hurt.

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