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@baricenters
always zooming away . . . baricenters: a semi-private, low activity and limited formatting multimuse featuring original and canon characters of [ mostly ] science fiction and paranormal series, including: doctor who, star trek, halo, star wars, & more as known by meatbag. also found @iconaclysm.
carrd. an abbreviated muse list [ ft. aes sideblogs ] is below the cut.
in space no one can hear the honk of your loud-ass clown shoes
i am. debating what i want to do here. on one hand, i've been having the desire to write certain characters. on the other hand, it's kinda apparent i don't really have the capacity to run a more traditional multi-muse blog. i may do a huge downsize here and make this a very small thing.
live footage of me getting back on this blog
chronological dash issue has been resolved i am living i am thriving
it's hard to face up to yourself, sometimes. (for cere from the twelfth doctor)
when cere looks in the mirror, she sees trilla.
it hurts, but not the way it used to, not the way that made her avoid her own reflection. catching a glimpse of her own cheekbones or shaved head on the metal disc in her hands doesn't give her pause. she sees trilla lying slump before her, feels the heat of lava below her, hears the hum of a lightsaber bleeding with rage, but only in the moment. the tide of grief ebbs, and there is comfort to be found in the rhythm of it. when she looks to him she is centered and serene.
❝ it is. ❞ comes the honest reply. the slight upturn of her lips is knowing. sympathetic. she wonders, briefly, who he sees when he's forced to look himself over. how many faces haunt the lines of his own. the force hints at it, like tasting ozone in the air, or hearing dirges from an oncoming procession, but she thinks it far from her business or priority to pry.
cere passes him the disc then, worming her way back into the dilapidated nook that once was a closet. the dim light blends shapes together, but the force can still lead her to what might be useful. ❝ few things that need doing are easy, ❞ she calls back, the small space giving her voice resonance. certainty is found in the words as they come, and her wandering hands make out the contours of another artifact. carefully, she brushes away layers of dust, and once again sees trilla. cere mourns, and sometimes it feels like healing. ❝ but that is why we must do them. that's why they're worth doing. that's why you're here, isn't it ? ❞
slapped cere on the roster bc i luv her
star wars: kotor ii ∕ sentence starters ( squadmates, vol. i ) dialogue taken from various squadmates from the 2004 rpg star wars: knights of the old republic ii: the sith lords. lightly edited for clarity.
claws out today, aren't they?
mostly, i was angry. angry about what i had done, about why i had done it.
all i wanted to do was send a message, but i couldn't even do that right.
it's hard to face up to yourself, sometimes.
hey, just kidding. i'm happy to have you around.
if you were me, you'd probably want to joke about it, too.
the loss of control blinded me, turned me into a weapon.
it's what happens after the wars are over that you don't hear much about.
you know, i'm glad i found you again.
i've killed people before. but not if i don't have to.
i thought i could make a difference, but it was taken away from me.
yeah, well, they're dead. that's how the story ends.
it's not the sort of thing that you just stop being.
i don't want to keep running, and looking, and never feel like i'm finding what i'm looking for.
my anger is nothing compared to the blood on my hands.
you have to let the place grow on you... like a fungus.
maybe that's just the shield i need to stay sane.
i've thought about that moment. a lot. and wondered if i would do things differently if i had another chance.
maybe, just maybe, by finding them, i can start putting things back together.
that kind of thing stays with you - i haven't forgotten it.
i doubt you're going to show me anything i don't already know.
you might not be looking, but maybe it'll happen along the way.
i'd rather die than be caught by you again.
run away? you're the one who couldn't handle me.
he's a hunter, a natural predator.
it's better you hear it from me than some stranger.
whatever, don't worry about it. it's just a sore subject with me.
no, you're not leaving until we've talked about this.
i didn't kill him once. biggest mistake ever.
well, for one thing, you're going to stay here.
i'm not going to step down from a challenge like that.
everything's... everything's too quiet.
i thought i'd seen a lot, but you look like you're a hundred inside.
why did you decide to fight?
that's what i want. i'm sure of it, more than anything.
you continue to amaze me.
i don't even know why i'm telling you this.
i don't think you get it. they're not going to come after you.
i still i feel like i need to do something, to make up for it.
maybe i would have been someone different… someone weaker.
i want the power to let go... and i want the power to heal the echo when it's gone.
he wants to break them, ruin them, and when they can't suffer anymore, he wants them dead.
it's only fair. i owe you more than one.
apathy is death.
there was enough senseless death back then to last a lifetime.
do you really want to hear this?
you have to get away from her. she'll destroy you.
how you could ever possibly hope to understand is beyond me.
you're not getting anything else out of me.
just ignore him and let's get to work.
if you don't want to talk about it, i won't press you.
this new ( old ? no, wait. new - ish ? oh, this is confusing. ) body of his carries itself with uncertainty. gone is the skinny man's ego, his vanity and arrogance alike, replaced by thick, heavy doubt. an irresistible urge to question his every action. this was supposed to be a quick trip. a jaunt into the cosmos, he said, not even a single lightyear away from earth. there and back again. ideally before shaun or sylvia could notice. but, no, here they are: strolling across the sea of tranquility, past crater after crater after crater, hopelessly lost. who knows how long it will take to reach the TARDIS. the warm, comforting safety of home.
baricenters ( donna noble ): you're not only in trouble, you've put me in trouble too.
❝ yeah, thanks, donna. i'm working on it. ❞ is the subdued answer, words chosen carefully. delicately. black boots jump, orange spacesuit rising ever so slightly off the moon's desolate surface. reaching for the stars. after months living on the slow path, enduring the dreadful mundanity of everyday life, the doctor only now realizes how much he's missed this. ❝ i've got good news, though. ❞ a laugh of relief, gloved hands clasping onto a small object for dear life. ❝ i didn't forget the sonic screwdriver ! oh, brilliant — imagine that. one small step for man, one giant leap for doctor ! ❞
i'll work on you if you don't hurry it up ! hovers at the tip of her tongue, almost fogging up her suit's visor, but she decides to hold it in. ❝ mum will work on us both if we get caught out ! ! ❞ comes out instead in a harsh whisper, as if they were a pair of schoolchildren out past curfew and not two grown adults roaming around on the bloody moon. lumping them together instead of casting more blame. not that this is her fault — she didn’t spill coffee again or anything like that, thank you! — but. well. she's not exactly helping, either, is she?
not to mention, he's gotten . . . she doesn't know how else to put it : he's gotten sensitive. and not in a way that makes her want to roll her eyes and snap a cheeky retort. sometimes it's like all the bright edges to him were sanded out in that eternity he was gone, and it scares her, sitting like a pit in her stomach right next to the lump of fear she's had ever since their jaunt turned into a search for the tardis. ( but he seems lighter up here, framed by earthlight as he grabs the floating sonic, and donna reckons it’s not just because of the lower mavity. ) she bounces behind him at a lower arc and with waving arms, skidding slightly through the grey moondust. still unfamiliar enough with the near-weightlessness that it makes her nervous just as much as it fills her with a childish glee.
❝ well, it’s better than nothing, ❞ she says, going for mock haughtiness but losing all hard edges to audible notes of relief. ❝ can’t you just — ❞ she pantomimes the dramatic sonic-waving he seems so fond of. ❝ beep the tardis ? ❞ — like it's a car in a parking lot instead of a timeship — ❝ ask it to come here ? she certainly seems to go wherever she pleases. and it's not like there’s anything up here t' keep her away. those aliens seemed nice enough, dropping us off like this. ❞
how do you carry grief when death is something you were made for ? when it's the only promise ever made to you ? how do you mourn when all you and those you call kin know is that you will die young and you will die violently ? that the only peace you might find is in within a painless death ? that the only satisfaction will come in a sacrificial one ? how does the ache of loss feel when it's the only thing you have in life that's certain ? how does it feel to be a beach watching the tide pull out before the tsunami hits ? to be a lone tree that survives a fire ? to call yourself an acceptable loss ?
omg it was arby's birthday 2 days ago... AAAAWUBADUGH
so. i'm still having an issue where my dashboard will at random go from being normal (i.e. people i follow with posts in chronological order) to some hellish puesdo twitter thing (posts not in chronological order, dashboard mostly filled with posts from blogs i don't follow, i don't even see my own posts right after posting them) and i don't know what's going on (all my settings are for chronological dash) so if i interact with something you posted like 3 weeks ago it's bc i didn't read the timestamp properly first sorry
ok wait i think i fixed it ! we'll see how long this holds
so. i'm still having an issue where my dashboard will at random go from being normal (i.e. people i follow with posts in chronological order) to some hellish puesdo twitter thing (posts not in chronological order, dashboard mostly filled with posts from blogs i don't follow, i don't even see my own posts right after posting them) and i don't know what's going on (all my settings are for chronological dash) so if i interact with something you posted like 3 weeks ago it's bc i didn't read the timestamp properly first sorry
donna is definitely the queer 'ally' mom that has all of her daughters friends over, that organizes stuff for pride month, that changes where she gets her coffee to the lgbt-friendly cafe. if she was a bit more crafty she'd be making the kids things in their appropriate pride flag colors. she doesn't 'dote' persay, but is fiercely protective and has gotten in more than a few people's faces about it. after rose comes out and starts to transition, the noble-temples designate their guest room as a space for any of rose's friends to come and stay at whenever someone feels unsafe ; sylvia put up a fuss about it at first, mostly out of a dislike at the concept of strangers living in the house, but in truth all she had to hear was one story about a friend of rose being put out on the streets by their parents and she's ready to open her doors, though sometimes she still tries to feign indifference.
i re-watched the runaway bride and man. really everyone in donna's life considered her vapid and self-absorbed, i mean when she screams and vanishes everyone thinks it's a stunt but tate is just too witty and charming for it to feel like anything but an insult to donna. like i know her bit with the doctor helps her realize her own potential and grow as a person but she was witty and charming from the first moment she showed up. she was the complete package from day one. i'm sorry, i would hang out with donna noble anytime, she's funny as hell.
tumblr give me chronological dash challenge
yes i'm back on here so i can write donna noble again after a million years but also this serves my additional secret agenda of subjecting people to my star wars ocs.
