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uyumsuzunnotlari · 23 days
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"İnsan hayatın bir yerlerinde ölüyor aslında. Ruhuyla arasına yaşamak kadar uzun bir mesafe giriyor. Ölüyor insan ve yeniden diriliyor. Umut etmek için diriliyor, başlayabilmek için diriliyor, doğru dürüst bir tek cümle kurabilmek için diriliyor işte. Sonra... Sonrası karanlık."
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ar0rin · 4 months
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desperation
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silverika326 · 1 month
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Agent 32 Side Order Things
because I miss them,,,
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astronnova · 2 months
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girls
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allelitewrestlings · 8 months
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Lexy Nair + Athena's MIT sessions.
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pachirobi · 2 months
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Grown ass 20 year old woman btw
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photofi · 8 months
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CHEF WINTER, MY BELOVED! NEW CHARACTER DROPPED AND IM CLAIMING HIM
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lizardtakesflight · 1 year
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The "Humans are Space Orcs" trope has always scratched a real good itch in my brain. I have something I want to write for it, but I'm really shit at coming up with a plot, so I keep just doing little drabbles like this:
"You know, I don’t like that they call you that.”
Thirtytwo’s ears perked up and swiveled towards Alex, who had been sitting in the corner of the room and watching nem type away at their console. The Terran had seemed content to spend this work cycle just monitoring Thirtytwo in neir duties, and if ne hadn’t been used to this by now, it probably would have been more than a little anxiety-inducing to be stared at by a predator species for so long. With those eerie, front-facing eyes, it was always pretty clear where he was staring. 
Alex had been silent until now, just moments after Thirtytwo ended a call with one of the overseers.
“That they call me what?” 
The Terran scowled, and Thirtytwo had repress the urge to shrink down against neir seat at the show of disapproval. “Drudge.”
Thirtytwo’s spines raised slightly in confusion, and ne turned in neir chair to fully face Alex. “That is… what I am, though.”
Alex huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but that’s not– you’re an individual, not just some faceless member of…” He seemed uncomfortable with stating the rest aloud. “You know.”
“The serving caste.” It didn’t bother Thirtytwo at all to be referred to by such; it was just a descriptive of what ne had been born to do. It wasn’t quite clear to nem why this subject seemed to agitate Alex so much any time it came up.
“Yeah, that.” The words sounded flat and unhappy through Thirtytwo’s translator. “They won’t even let you have a real name.”
Now ne was really confused. “My designation is Vega-Bluelight-Drudge-32nd-Born-of-24th-Generation.”
“That’s not a name, that’s just saying what you are!"
Alex’s agitation was beginning to affect neir mood as well, triggering an extremely strong flight urge, and ne couldn’t help snapping back at him.  “You aren’t making any sense! They’re the same thing!”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Look." He scrubbed a hand through the short, yellowish fur on the top of his head. "My name is Alex, right?”
Thirtytwo's ears flicked. "Alexander Marcus Sullivan Sol.” That had been on the crew briefing that was sent out before Alex had come on board for the first time. Pronouncing it was a little bit difficult, because neir translator didn't pick up those sounds as translatable words. It always seemed odd to Thirtytwo that the Terran's name was just… gibberish.
“Right. Now, do all those words say what I am?”
Thirtytwo’s spines were beginning to soften out of their defense posture. “Sol means… you’re from the Sol system…”
“And the rest?”
“I don’t know.” They seemed to be nonsense words, but ne didn’t want to offend Alex by saying so. “They don’t translate.”
“Where I come from, names aren’t just… a label, so you can be sorted or ordered around. Names are a way to differentiate you from everyone else. They’re a word or combination of words that very specifically mean you.”
"So they're… descriptive words." 
"Sort of. They can be. Most Terrans are named by their parents, or whomever raised them. Sometimes it's a traditional family name, or maybe the name of someone else they want to honor. Or sometimes, they pick it hoping that the kid will grow up to have the qualities of their name."
"So… what does your name mean?"
Alex paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Actually, hold on a minute." He picked up the datapad he'd brought in with him earlier and started tapping away. Probably accessing one of those databases only the higher castes had access to. "Alex is short for Alexander, meaning 'defender of men'," he read aloud.
"So… a warrior? That sounds like a caste assignment."
Alex shrugged. "That's just a coincidence. My dad was an agricultural laborer, Mom ran the transport for the company Dad worked for, and Tati stayed home and watched the kids. I was the only one that took military service, the others chose to work with Dad."
"And Marcus?"
"Eh…" Alex scrolled on his pad, was quiet a moment, then shifted a little in his seat. "It relates to an ancient god of war."
Thirtytwo gave him an unimpressed look. "You're not proving your point, here."
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a-queer-seminarian · 8 months
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have to say the words PENIS and TESTICLES from the PULPIT today laddies
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flamingskull28 · 1 month
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I just want to see how many
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rootytootyshootylum · 3 months
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czechoslovak handguns
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moonbear-from-space · 11 months
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happy 32nd birthday sonk :]
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silverika326 · 3 months
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This is more of a headcanon of mine, but I’d like to think Agent 8 has Agent 4 challenge the Spire of Order once 8 complete’s their own palette and 100%s it. Y’know, for funsies. Cut to 4 seeing one of the bosses for the first time going:
“What the hell is that?!”
and 8 promptly answering with
“It’s the Asynchronous Rondo. Did you not get the memo?”
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shockwave65 · 6 months
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Merry Christmas c:
Just four going to get ramen with her girlfriends for their first Christmas together
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allelitewrestlings · 8 months
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I feel like I gotta give the people what they want. I know what happens when I'm on screen, you know? The ratings spike, the Ring of Honor viewers get happy…
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pachirobi · 1 month
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Totality.
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