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Contrary to appearances I am also a medical student.
Wasteland Scraps
Various cut tidbits from my Wastelands story! These are from various chapters, specifically chapters 5-8 :)
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Where was he?
His limbs were heavy and somewhat tingly, but otherwise responsive and relatively pain-free. He moved to cover his face with a hand, only to smack someone else in their face.
“Uhnhgggg…” said person groaned.
“Max,” Piett called, recognizing that groan from a few-too-many drunken Imperial hangouts.
“Hnng?” Veers moaned again, twitching.
“Max, get off of me.”
The Imperial General swiftly rolled over, flopping next to Piett with no shortage of wordless complaint.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Piett scanned their surroundings.
It seemed to be a medical room of some sort, with a blinding, sterile atmosphere and an abundance of related machinery. An active bacta tank sat in the middle of the room, and a quick buzz from the Mindlink confirmed who it was.
He had been so certain that this week would be his last. Now, bound in chains and forced to kneel in absolute darkness, he wished more than ever that he had died like he was supposed to.
He remembered shattering the mindscape (he refused to think about why he had spiraled, lest he spiral again) and causing his Hivemind to collapse, injured but alive. The others in the group hadn’t been so lucky, and neither had the remainder of all the lifeforms in the base - even the stray tookas loitering around had not been spared.
He remembered his Master looming over him, a scowl on his features as he ordered Red Guards to lift him to a nearby hoverstretcher. He remembered watching as medics from his own fleet approached Piett and Veers, and he remembered the way his Master instructed the guards to cover him with a sheet, lest anyone else see. He remembered the shame, the humiliation that such an order brought, like he was something disgusting that needed to be hidden from view.
Mostly, he remembered how his severed jaw hung grimly from the wire necklace, glinting in the light, making him sick with fear.
“You must grow stronger,” Lord Vader insisted. “It is pertinent for our relationship for you to be able to defeat me in battle, for you to be able to kill me should the need arise.”
Piett blinked at him, stunned.
“Why, in all the Galaxy, would that be a needed skill?” Piett snapped, horrified.
Vader simply tilted his head, equally perplexed.
“It is important for relationships to be balanced, to be equal,” he said, finally. “I have been researching healthy relationships, and that seems to be a recurring sentiment.”
Piett pushed away the amusing absurd mental image of Lord Vader googling “how to have healthy relationship??? help???” and instead continued to stare at his idiot other.
“I must admit, I do not have very much experience with ‘healthy relationships’ or ‘boundaries’ or any of the other things I found in the advice I have received. I suppose that I will be… learning.”
Piett took a deep breath, resisting the urge to place his face in his palms.
“My Lord. Darling. Babe. That’s not what that means.”
Silence, save for the rhythmic breathing.
“They don’t mean physical prowess when they talk about a balanced relationship dynamic, though it is incredibly sweet that you thought so.”
“Then what do they mean?” Vader huffed, annoyed.
“They mean, like, financially, or when it comes to household chores, and stuff,” Piett replied.
“I… I do not have any money, personally,” Vader admitted. Piett just stared at him, unsure of what he meant.
“If necessary, I am permitted by the Emperor to utilize funds given to me, but I do not have anything else.”
“Hold on, excuse me?” Piett squawked, incredulous. “Aren’t you getting paid?”
Another blank stare from underneath the mask - Piett could feel it.
“For what?” He asked.
“For your job.”
“I do not have a job.”
“Then what do you call this?”
Staring at the screen, he found himself enraptured in what he saw, yet in disbelief of it at the same time.
After passing out in the mindscape, Piett had awoken to the crisp, sterile atmosphere of Recovery. The front of his skull had been fractured, just above his frontal lobe, and the medics said it was a miracle that he survived, let alone that he’d continue to survive with no further complications or long-lasting effects. Even more shocking, they said, was that the same exact thing had happened to General Veers.
He had felt much the same way hearing that tale as he did now, staring at the I-SORE (a rather unfortunate name, if you asked Piett - the place really was beautiful, and in no way an actual eyesore) report, seeing his name listed as the co-discoverer of a new species of warbler.
Of course, when Lord Vader had inexplicably called to him, a small bird in his hands, he had been… perplexed? Bemused? Experiencing an odd mixture of ‘what in the galaxy is happening’ and ‘oh shining stars that is SO romantic’? Either way, he didn’t quite know how to express, with words, the confusing mixture of emotions he felt.
He hadn’t seen what Lord Vader had opted to name the bird, or if he had even decided to name it at all. In fact, he hadn’t even known Lord Vader to be the least bit interested in birds, and Piett couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling he felt in his chest when he realized they possibly had a (very unexpected) shared interest. Still, never in his wildest of dreams could he have imagined that Lord Vader would have named the bird after him. And yet, staring in front of him in unyielding text were the words Piett’s Warbler, and Piett felt ready to just pass out then and there.
Reblog to give a genderfluid friend the ability to shapeshift
I’m tired of the Loonatics Unleashed slander. It was a cool show.
* MY SWEETHEART’S PIANO IS RAT FILLED, AND MINE IS INFESTED WITH BUGS. THE MUSIC WE MAKE IS UNNATURAL, BUT IT SOUNDS JUST LIKE FALLING IN LOVE!
a hela and mortem aesthetic board ft: @helcaged
Various UFY stuff
kris deltarune in some outfits i thought they'd like
Make way, make way... ... for the 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝔂 is here to steal your lives and souls away
Ahem.
Fuck.
After a day of distraction with chores, homework, and other stuff, this is the finished special post: A long artwork of all Treasure Island OCs and self-inserts in their dark and evil forms >:D
Sadly, it isn’t in color mainly because the majority of the character refs don’t have any color, so I must simply have all in black and white 😅
From top to bottom: Solome (@norusaki), Jonah (@chrishasatumbl-r), Zed (@zedortoo), the Navigator (@johankasas), Jeanna (@gilenart), Maria Blue (@rat-raptor), Kyung Wolf (@onelonecritter), Maria (@marianelidovaart), Rivers (@meat-pvppet), Henrietta (@helenapsent), Mari (@vintagepomeranian), Alicen Blaski (@sunstar-of-the-north), and lastly Kaiden Moses (me))
(also may or may not send individual characters to their respective owners (actually lol gonna do that soon)
Oh, my God, all our buns are here and everyone is so cute! >/////<✨
☕ coffee☕
@alexstarksblog @marianelidovaart @zedortoo @norusaki @helenapsent @johankasas @fly-in-butter @meat-pvppet @gilenart @0-riya @kailiberarts @seadragon-sailing @chano--a @xxjomama300xx @vintagepomeranian
Max, in year 3, has shorter hair bc it's growing back and a lot more camp confidence he's also inherited David's bandana
"And so do you if you wanna get rid of those circles under your eyes"
"Circles..?"
Mother's Warmth
aughhh this is probably the longest comic ive ever done but it's finally finished (i got lazy towards the end but shhhh)
Some Greasedinah!Wedding art for my good pal @sweet-dining-car! Wedding bells are ringing, and love is in the air at Apollo-Victoria!