For as long as I breathe, I will not fall. For as long as someone needs me, I will not fail. [All My Robots]
SHARY BOYLE, BEAST (HIGHLAND SERIES), 2007
HOLY FUCK THIS SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME
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What ever tubby.Heeeey! I’m not tubby!!
You are.
Is there a problem here, gentlemen.
Yeah! That thing called me tubby :C
How crude. Perhaps I will have to find a solution to this dispute.
What ever tubby.Heeeey! I’m not tubby!!
You are.
Is there a problem here, gentlemen.
Anonymous asked: Name five ways to win your heart.
- Prove yourself a being of elegance and grace.
- Or passion and strength.
- Or intelligence and kindness.
- Or you could just remove it and keep it, that seems victory enough. Unless we’re dealing strictly in metaphor here.
- Chocolates to the death.
Meet the Cossacks, part 2
The slap on his bottom made Wave’s blush darken on his fair skin. Normally he would complain to Dive about not doing that in public, but he figured it was better to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.
“Does the bacon at your house normally just disappear like this?” he asked, his eyes scanning around. “I know that if this happened back at the Fortress, there’s a fat chance that someone took it.”
“Bacon is best day, Wet Man!” Drill announces cheerfully. The very thought of it totally distracted him from his discomfort, and he leans even more into hs brother’s side, happy that he’s getting a hug. “Is like big race— with tasty at the end!” Pharaoh had to be right— right? Just because there was someone new added to the mix didn’t mean they would all fall apart, or anything. Drill wouldn’t let it.
It takes a while for what Skull says to sink in, though, and when it does, he still misinterprets it anyway. “Wait. …Bacon is able to moving when dead?!” Drill’s eyes grow huge. “Is like zombie?! We have been eating the zombies?!” He clings to Pharoah suddenly, and if he had hands, they’d be in a death grip around the egyptian bot’s waist. “Is making no sense! Undead would never be tasting so good!”Pharaoh gave Skull a look. The look seemed to threaten bodily and/or mental harm if Pharaoh had a new room mate for the next few nights. And judging by the grip around his waist, he was. He didn’t really mind except that Drill was a blanket hog and Pharaoh enjoyed his blankets.
“Mayhaps we should check the kitchen for clues?” he was trying to move this along. His tea was undoubtedly cold by now. “We highly doubt that the bacon would get up and walk. Perhaps while we were out here someone snuck in and took it all? It certainly cannot be supernatural.”
Dive looked at his brothers, and his boyfriend who he favoured with yet another cocky wink. “CLEAR, BACON THEIF AT WORK! BUT WHO SNEAKY ENOUGH?”
“Who indeed.” Skull snorted briefly, stepping away from the wall and marching toward the kitchen, as a man with a mission. “No offense to the present company, but most of us aren’t built for stealth - or even make the effort. Dive, Drill, and Wave are not suspects. I can’t see Bright as a food thief, though we can’t go ruling out possibilities. Traditionally, Toad fancies himself a vegetarian, but he also lacks discipline. The Miss is not a morning person. Prime suspects would be myself, Pharaoh, and the Doctor…” He mused allowed, turning the corner to make his way back to the kitchen.
“…But none of us are innocent. And nobody is leaving the premises until we’ve caught our culprit.”
… Tornado already made that joke.
It is a playful homage. I am being ‘ironic.’
It’s a good thing the Stardroids I helped to execute do not have vengeful successors. That is a story without a happy ending.
stardroid-uranus started following you
…
S… S-Skull. Skull. SKULL!!
…Mother of…
…Go. I have to go.
Wait, what?! Where? Why?
How is he— what??
Don’t.Panic. Rule number one.
Mercury was killed, now there is another one.
Saturn was excused, now there is another one.
Worst case scenario, the old Uranus has returned. They would not allow him freedom if he were still bent on intergalactic war, of that I am certain.
But I must go to be sure.
