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[Random Thing from @badtrigger for Mansk.]

Only a matter of time before he found her in the corridors. Mansk needn't verbalize why he's stopped Pardalis -- it should be pretty obvious right away what the issue at hand is. Over his shoulder lay long, black cords of hair and an exposed neural whip. Earlier in the day his braid had snagged and become unraveled halfway up to a point where no matter how much Mansk tries to rebraid it he just can't replicate the tight weaves meant to protect the kuru. So who better to ask for assistance than the SciOps woman whose parents have worked on these recom bodies? She's about the only other person he knows here aside from the Phoenix squad and, of the two, Devin is more comfortable seeking her help (there is a brotherhood among the marines, sure, but there is also a certain threshold of intimacy one just doesn't cross with his fellow man.) Mansk clears his throat and only just now makes eye contact with Thera, looking and feeling about as awkward as ever holding the long strips of hair and neural whip in his hand. He lifts his oakleys to rest on his hairline so that his golden eyes can help communicate the earnest request. "Do you know how? I'd ask Mays or Zdinarsik, but.." ------------

Peripherally, Thera's aware of how her eyes go wide. She doesn't know everything about the Recoms, or indeed the Na'vi, but she sure as hell knows that that's not right. In fact, she's never actually seen an exposed whip 'in person', only in the research and educational files accessible at her pay grade.

For a second she stares at it before her gaze darts to his face, lips poised for an anxious question of whether he needs medical. But that glance shows he's calm, he's steady ... maybe just a tiny bit sheepish as he doffs the shades that otherwise seem welded in place, coughs and ...

And she takes another second to realise what he's asking. But then the first rush of alarm fades, and is replaced by a different kind that's much easier to handle. Awkward, yeah, as she rests one hand on her hip and scratches the other above her ear, but no need to fuss.

A smirk tugs, because she did joke about being their 'Big Sister', right?

"I wouldn't say I know how," Thera pulls a face, but only the wry sort that's thinking how best to get the job done, "but I can find out." A nod of her head only gives a vague direction, but it's towards the residential wing, "C'mon back with me, I can open up some pictures and work from those."

#BadTrigger #;Mansk #Avatar AU #v; tbd

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For those several seconds, Thera feels ill. Her stomach lurches, turns itself over and over in a terrible mirror of the way Miguel's body is thrown, denting panels and cracking glass as he ... something keens in her throat, and she starts to think she's going to be sick when he catches himself. Alive. Maybe not well but alive, and that's good enough for her willpower to catch and throttle the feeling down.

Gods dammit, this is why she works alone - !

She should never have sent for him, a chastising thought growls as she darts out of hiding. The trajectory of the bomb had given her a direction, a line to follow back to its origin - and sure enough, there's a figure on some sort of flying sled.

Another time she might have made a remark, maybe along the lines of 'does anyone just walk anymore?'

But at the moment the idiot man she loves is dragging himself up from almost being killed, and the fool on the sled can be heard, cackling something about 'Spider-man'.

Well ... 'Spider-man' just became the least of his worries.

The pumpkin bomb left fire, plumes of smoke and piles of shattered glass - and in the midst of it the air begins to spin. The sudden whirlwind gathers up all three and hurls them at the glider headed their way ...

@therapardalis ask; ❝ evasive manoeuvres! ❞

lego marvel superheroes prompts

Hand tugging hard on a webline, he swings up and onto the roof of a bus with enviable ease, movements as fluid as water, completely unencumbered by the new change in costume. Tucking his feet into a crouch, landing with a quiet thud, he slows to a stop leaning over the side of a bus, talons digging into metal for support as he surveys the gridlocked mess before him, garnet hues spying wrecked cars, ruined pavements, petrified faces- and then, hers.

"Came as quick as I could. What can I help with?" Budging from his perch after a moment, he felt himself automatically gravitate in Thera's direction, migrating from the the top to along the bus's advertisement plastered side in a notable crawl. Showing a clear willingness to get involved and pitch in, before he could say another word, he witnessed the other break suddenly for cover, diving behind a random abandoned vehicle as a loud, a high-pitched sound pierced the air, immediately preceding a--

BOOM!

The bus beneath him exploded at once, ejecting debris in all directions whilst sending Miguel flying. Tossed wide for several metres, he bounced off of one vehicle after another in a frightening, ragdoll-like display until he managed to claw at a roof hard enough to arrest his tumble.

"I... I gathered...!" Filling the air with a croaked reply, ears ringing, he used the scanners built into his new costume to check for enemies nearby, but already had a few hunches to go on. "Wasn't that... a pumpkin bomb?!"

#Iobartach #Spiderverse AU #v; Follow You Home

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[Frisky Starter from @flyboypoedameron.]

“You don’t want to see me in a hot, steamy situation? Okay your loss I guess.” ------------

"Oh, now, I didn't say that - !" Thera kept her voice light, but there was a tone underneath that would have made passers-by roll their eyes - maybe even murmur 'get a room!'

"I'm just saying," She looked up to where a hose had come loose from an X-Wing engine, leaking vapour, "some of those situations are more fun than others ..."

#FlyboyPoeDameron #Star Wars AU #v; A Wing and a Dare

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For the first time in a while, and definitely the first time since they'd arrived at their destination, Thera broke into a genuine smile. Following O'Connell, she first had to click her tongue in allowance of his point - there would have been original schematics, but unfortunately they hadn't found the architect before finding the site he designed. Assuming it was a man - but that was a bit of semantics she wasn't thinking about right now.

More important was the here and now, doing a proper reconnaissance before trying to just waltz in the front door. Even something as grim as the desiccated remains of previous intruders might give them a hint of what not to do. She was standing back a few paces, hands on hips and taking in a wider view of a wall when he made his remark, that being what brought out the smile.

"I think we've pretty much settled that both of us know what we're doing. That's a good place to be at." The beginnings of trust that neither of them would do something especially stupid - hopefully. Thera exhaled in a puff, looked a little further up the wall. "Hold on a second ... that looks like a row of carvings, around seven feet up."

“ Yes, but schematics had to have existed by whoever designed the place. The original architect. Sure, over time it would have changed, or maybe not everything would be included…fine. Let’s go around it, and see if there is a way in that will not result in any limb loss. ” Without waiting for her to start walking, Rick made his way to the left, eyes glued to the narrow windows and tall walls.

The ground around the place looked undisturbed, but that could just mean that the last people that tried to get in, couldn’t make it a long time ago. That did not breed any form of confidence. Breaking in was not an issue, he had done that too many times to count, but it was important how you planned on getting into a place. Even not getting caught was something of a thing to think about later. “ So, this doesn’t seem like your first time. Going where you are not wanted. I’m guessing, well it looks like you have experience. Good. Better that, than blind optimism. ”

#Luminescenc1e #;Rick O'Connell #Historical AU #The Mummy AU

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Well, that seemed to have hit a nerve. And coincidentally enough, Mays manages to return that exact favour. Thera's eyes narrow, and her jaw doesn't quite set but certainly tenses.Common sense says don't piss off two ten-foot killing machines, but pride will never forgive her if she leaves - runs away - at the first challenge.

Her rear teeth brush over each other in a way that's almost a grind, and for a breath she contemplates what to say ... though it doesn't stop her.

"Oh, yeah ..." Her English accent becomes more obvious, more brittle, with her dry, clipped tone, "Because my parentage makes the RDA tell me every fucking secret they have." There's an undercurrent of 'don't be stupid', but she manages to keep that behind her teeth. Likewise any defense of her parents, which isn't something the Recoms need or want to hear.

"I'm asking because I want to know." Though she's not, now she thinks about it, really sure why; pure curiosity? A subliminal urge for another reason to dislike the RDA? Or maybe just the instinctual urge to find some sort of connection with beings who were as alien to her before their rebirth as they are now. But if so, she's not doing so great on that last one.

A pause, vaguely remembering her nearly-cold coffee, brow creasing as another thought occurs. "I'm not here as a spy or anything, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not about to run off to tell Ardmore that you guys aren't overjoyed."

　　　Suppress and move along -- that's what everyone expects of marines, isn't it? Maybe it is true for some, but, frankly, Mays isn't all that bothered by discussing their experiences (in an environment that isn't mandated, anyway; those therapy sessions in the beginning had felt too formal, clinical in every sense of the word, and they had worn his patience threadbare. If he were a betting man he'd say he wasn't the only recom who dropped out of them.)

　　　Last round of assault rifles. Mac brings two over to the table and hands one off to Mansk. Thera's remark about the exomasks draws a small smile from Devin. Yeah, he remembers those damn exopacks. Things are different now; not many people on this exomoon get to boast about having lungs compatible with oxygen-conditioned facilities at one point of their life and Pandora's CO2-rich atmosphere in another.

　　　Mays looks up when Thera asks her question.

　　　Did they ask or did they just do the thing. The look she's giving them and the way she delivers this question like she's broaching some secret rouses his suspicion. Is.. she asking what he thinks she's asking? What an embarrassing misinterpretation of her question this would be otherwise. So he equivocates in turn.

　　　"You ask like we knew we'd wake up fifteen years later in these bodies. I don't even think the Colonel knew exactly what any of the Soul Drive shit entailed," he looks over at Mansk, who shakes his head in accord. "All I did was sign a paper and get a fancy brain scan," Mac glances at Thera as he fits a cleaning rag into the M69's magwell. "Why are you asking us? You'd think you'd know everything, being the daughter of two labcoats that worked on the Recom Program."

#BadTrigger #;Mays #;Mansk #Avatar AU

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Thera was packing her bags. New York had been one of her long-time home bases, but she needed a break from it for the time being. Some small part of her kept looking out for a blue box or curly hair, and it was annoying the hell out of her. Who knew where he'd gone off to, or how long for, and she wasn't going to sit there waiting for him to come back. If he ever came back.

Either way, she was out of there. Through the maze of the bus system to JFK, where she planned to throw a figurative dart at the departures board and buy a last-minute ticket to ... somewhere. She'd choose on the - pardon the pun - fly.

Packed wheelie-case pulled along behind her, she set off down the street toward the bus stop to take her further into the city.

The Doctor entered the TARDIS and was immediately greeted with the ships angry tone in his head. He could hear the old girl giving out to him about tonight and eventually he sighed.

"Enough old girl...I know...I know..." he lowered his gaze as he shut the door and sat down in the armchair surrounded by book shelves and candles that lit one by one. "Trust me I am fully aware of the catastrophe that happened...I was present for the whole event" he let out a deep moan as he clenched his fists in anger. "I am not...I..." he grunted and growled in frustration "I am an idiot!" he said out loud to no one but the TARDIS.

He shook himself off a little and went to the console "I need to clear my head...I need to think this through...she deserves...more" he said softly to himself. He then began to plot a course to the Gods only know where.

~Some time later~ (later the same week for Thera)

The TARDIS parked itself under the trees of a park as the Doctor stepped out and looked around. It had been a few months? years? for him but only a few days here. Time machines had a knack for that but he had time to clear his thoughts and made a decision. However he knew he could not force the issue and he wanted to test his luck today. If he ran into her he knew it was something different and if not he could always try again as he headed into the city.

#EightandOnly #DW AU8c #v; Time on my Hands

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Finally made my way over to Balfour Books. Such a charming little bookshop.

Photos of my time in Toronto.

#Multiverse muse aesthetic #;Books

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#Random me #((FC: Kate Beckinsale))

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[Random Thing from @loyaltyandchaos for Hera.]

"Oh, I didn't expect to meet you again!" Hera smiled happily. She was already a teenager and could fly as well as she dreamed of. She didn't expect to meet someone from her past just like that by chance. "My name is Hera Syndulla, do you remember me? You once helped us on Ryloth." ------------

Thera was fairly certain her expression gave her away. She didn't usually give off the kind of vibe that had kids running up to her, except sometimes in the docking bays when some youngsters wanted to look at her ship. Or earn a few credits showing the newly landed visitor around. Or just distract them while they got their pocket picked.

But anyway - this particular kid didn't seem to fit any of those categories, and wasn't going to spend many more years as a 'kid' at all. So, what first appeared on Thera's face was frank surprise - and maybe a little bit of caution until that surprise faded away.

Hera Syndulla ... The name poked about in her memory for a second until it found some footing; a Twi'lek couple, Cham and Eleni, and their little girl ...

"Yes," She said at last, breaking into a smile, "I remember you." Still surprised, but now only because for all the breadth of the Galaxy it could sometimes be so small. "I don't know about helped, though. I've never felt that we did enough."

#LoyaltyandChaos #;Hera Syndulla #Star Wars AU #v; tbd

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Reblog to BITE prev

#Finally! #dash games

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🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

//*Snug* Right back at you, Jester <3 Much love!

#FallseKings #<3 <3 #;Thanks ;)

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Decency. Yeah, that might sum it up. Thera generally tries to be pleasant to people until they give her a reason not to be - she's lived too long to be puffed up and growly all the time. And every so often she finds a gem like Steven, kind, goodhearted, a fellow nerd with a bunch of interests in common, and ... yes alright, he's cute, but that's a secondary consideration. The rest is more than enough.

"Is that all?" She's kidding, but also from her perspective there's extra truth, "You're still just a nipper!"

Really, he’s used to the…neglect is a strong word, so perhaps utterly disinterested to dismissive behavior is better, but in any case he’s used to it by this point, and it has mostly, somewhat, occasionally stopped hurting just so much. That being said, though, the attention and affection he receives from Thera is a welcome respite. Really, it doesn’t have to be affection, at this point. Decency and remembering his name would be more than enough. She gives him that, though, and more. He’s grateful for that.

“I don’t mind,” he answers. “Thirty eight. Almost forty.”

#LivedTough #;SG #Moon Knight AUiii #v; tbd

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Fort La Late, France (by Charlotte)

#Multiverse muse aesethetic #;France #Travel.

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// I'd just like to preemptively apologise to anyone I'm talking to if I seem short or irritable, it's not you.

My boss is making me want to CHEW THROUGH PLASTERBOARD and I'm a leeeetle bit stressed.

#the fourth wall has a door in it (ooc)

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justmorerpmemes​:

Frisky Phrasing Starters

Receivers can interpret these at their own leisure!

“You don’t want to see me in a hot, steamy situation? Okay your loss I guess.”

“The fun thing about you is that I can get to dirty tactics and you aren’t going to complain.”

“Help me get this off?”

“I am very bothered by what you’re doing right now.”

“You gonna get off of me or are you planning on showing me a good time?”

“Hello there, may I be of service?”

“Nah I don’t think there’s a reason to stop and get up.”

“That mouth of yours just good for talking or can it do something else?”

“You can take your clothes off of me if you want them back that badly.”

“Play a game? Higher or lower?”

“Oh you’re quite tempting.”

“Just come to bed with me, I can’t wait any longer.”

“I really need you. Right now.”

“I’m just gonna keep this up, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s cute if you think you aren’t gonna wear me out.”

“Oh… mmm… That’s just plain cheating.”

“I didn’t think you’d like this. Isn’t that interesting…”

“You have… something, that’s for sure.”

“Happy to see me? I’m happy to see you.”

“Come closer, just… come closer.”

“I dunno, it’s kinda nice being on the bottom.”

“Being up here sure has a lovely view.”

“That touch… do it again.”

“Is it going to be another one of those nights?”

“That was a nice kiss… did you want to try it again?”

#Smutterday prompts #If we're not shipping or haven't talked about a ship I'll turn these as something SFW #Please don't reblog from here without sending one - reblog from the source instead

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soulprompts​:

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[Add ‘+‘ to reverse sender and receiver.]

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ WRAP ]: when sitting astride a horse/motorcycle/etc. together, the sender reaches back, takes the receiver’s wrists, and gently pulls their arms around the sender’s waist in an embrace designed to keep the receiver safe, despite feeling remarkably intimate.

#Prompts #Shippy prompts #Please don't reblog from here without sending one - reblog from the source instead

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When Thera had first suggested some time on the hillside, stretched out in the sweet grass, seduction had definitely crossed her mind. Not a secondary reason, by far but also not the singular intent. In fact it still wandered, blinked lazily behind the warm content seeping into her bones. But this - quiet companionship, the sharing of interests and knowledge, simple conversation ... she was loathe to disturb any of it as she turned onto her side, head rested on one hand.

"They did each pick up tips from each other ... the Greeks and the Ottomans." She chuckled softly, "Get a few scientists together in the same place and off they go." That was a tradition carried down through the centuries - Thera herself had learned a lot from listening to excited conversations and bragging matches over the years.

The hand supporting her head grew tired and she let it fall, instead tucking both up under her ear like a makeshift pillow - and battening down, partly at least, on a yawn that crept up and pushed past her jaw.

"Sadly, no ..." Her eyelids didn't quite droop, but lowered a little as she spoke, "They weren't so bad about women being educated, but Europeans ... I'm afraid we hadn't made a very good impression over the years. Perhaps if I'd been Greek rather than just having lived there it might have been different."

As a person without much independence— being caught up in the army and before that, a prison guard— for Javert the stars had been paradoxically more symbol than tool, and even sentiment, which he had also thought unnecessary. Hence why he had never shared this with anyone, not even his fiancée. Perhaps he would have, if they had gone past a superficial acquaintance before he'd gone to war.

Since they hadn't, he was glad to share it with Thera instead. He didn't presume, withdrawing his hand after delivering his quick gesture of connection, but felt close nonetheless lying side by side on a hill. Fate was a funny creature, if it brought this in exchange for the most unusual chronic illness. Hand liberated, Javert folded it behind his head along with its mate, trying out a more recumbent position.

"Yes. The Greeks were no slouches either, and no one had all the pieces so far as we know it now, but current astronomers owe the Islamic world a debt that I think goes unacknowledged. I don't suppose you were ever fortunate enough to meet one of these… celebrities?" He nearly said 'stars' before reining himself in.

#Reverdies #Historical AU #v; Every Subject's Soul is His Own #Wolf!Javert