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daemoninwhite replied to your post: Advantageous Situations
havent even read it and already know itll be perfect
Oh jeez I hope I don't disap-
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2012-07-23 22:59
omfg yes i was right its fucking perfect. love love love love the way you write dialogue between dualscar and psiioniic (flyiing fii2h maybe? i must make up shitty puns for all the ships i ship).
Yessssssss, didn't disappoint! Also good pun, best follower.
I really hope canon Duelscar (the little pre-scratch one) is as interesting and adorably clueless when it comes to flirting as yours is. The way you write him, heâs like Eridan toned down and matured enough to not cause an instant gag reflex, which is perfect.
That's pretty much how I write him! Eridan, grown up juuuuuust enough to realise that he's being stupid and should maybe listen to other people once in a while. I'm glad it rings true for you!
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Followed for the fanfiction and got recipes back? Hella awesome. God youâre cool. x3Â
You are a very brave person for doing this, and I applaud you. Hmm. Dualscar <3< Psiioniic, I guess? As a seadweller, Dualscar wants to get a chance to strife with his kismesis near the ocean, because of the advantage of being on his own turf, so to speak. The only problem is that salt water conducts electricity really, really well.
:|a Not quite what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway!
The problem with having a psionic as a kismesis, you quickly find out, is that the Empire controlled them for a reason. Sure, heâs kind aâ attractive in a sticking-out-y kind of way, and pailing someone in mid-air is nothing to complain about, but if heâs angry, legitimate angry, there is no fuckinâ winninâ against him and he likes to hold it over your nub and laugh. Every so often you can toss a hurtful remark about how well you anâ Suf are doing and watch him spark, but using Suf as a blackrom chess piece feels dirty, anâ not in the good way.
You are, you realise with a sinking feeling, losing at this kismessitude. You are losinâ with the grace and aplomb that befits you, of course, but thereâs a lot of shame in being raked through the mud and Psi is going to make you choke on it because none of you really get black romance. If this keeps up, youâre not going to be fit to be called his rival much longer.
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âYouâre overreacting!â Mindfang says, kicking her feet up on your table and tilting back in her chair. Youâre tempted to dump her on her glutes just for old timesâ sake, but sheâs actually being of some help. âHeâs such a wuss, Dualscar, reeeeeeeeally, I donât see why youâre having problems with him.â
Sometimes you wonder why you still let Marquise Spinneret Mindfang into your hive.
âHeâs a fuckinâ psionic, Spin, not a barkbeast.â You kick the back of her chair enough to make her flail and snarl at you. âItâs a mite hard to fight against someone who can dangle you off the roof while filinâ their nails.â
She rolls her eyes and waves a finger in the air like sheâs conducting an orchestra. In her own head, she might be. âAnd what do we do when someone has a better weapon than us?â At your blank stare, she sighs from the bottom of her toes. âWe get rid of it, Dualscar. I think the mutant is making you stupid.â
âHeâs not-â
âComplacent, then.â She leans forward, tucking her chin in one hand and looking up at you. âUnless youâre having another one of your red-black flip-flop moments! In which case I recommend you let him off you, because you have a ridiculous problem.â
âHelpful as always, Spin.â You decide to avoid her jabs as well as you can, given that she probably doesnât even realise sheâs making them, half the time. âI canât get rid aâ his psionics, you kelp-brain, theyâre kind aâ inbuilt.â
She lets out a huff and kicks back in her chair again. âStupid and unimaginative! I donât know why I bother.â
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To be fair, Spin has a point. She usually does, even if it takes three hours to get her to stop calling you stupid and get down to it.
Point: Psi is nigh-unstoppable as long as heâs conscious and has psionics.
Point: Knocking him unconscious would just be more proof that you canât beat him fair anâ square.
Point: His psionics donât come with an off-switch, so youâre going to have to find some way to make him not want to use the stupid things.
Conclusion: Time to think up strategies.
You are completely fuckinâ doomed. The places you always end up strifing with Psi are perfect for him and suck sand for you. Enclosed rooms, so you canât even pull out a rifle, let alone use it, anâ youâve never been fantastic with fistkind. Not to mention that he can just throw you across the room if you get too close. Either that or youâre outdoors, anâ he can fly.
It is completely unfair that his skinny ass got the psionic gene, is your general conclusion.
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It comes to you sudden and brilliant, like all your best ideas do. Well, actually, it comes to you by way of boulder when youâre asleep in what Suf has dubbed Lake Seadweller. Thereâs only one troll in this forsaken bubble that has the nerve to throw rocks at you, and fool you, youâve been thinking itâs because heâs a jerk.
You already figured that none of Sufâs lot can swim, given what a piss-poor job he does of it. But what if Psi literally canât swim? His psionics are based in electricity, you know, so what if he canât go in the water in case he fries himself?
You come up behind him and sweep a wave of water at his legs. This has the desired reaction of getting him to stop tossing chunks of stone in your living environment and a bonus of making him curse like heâs trying to be Suf with a lisp. You lean on the nearest outcropping and watch him until heâs done being a priss.
âJeguth, DS, have thome manners-â
âAny time you develop them,â you tell him, and flick some droplets of water at his face. âStop throwinâ shit in my lake.â
He fakes a kick at you and steps out of splash range. âHave an eathier way to get your attention then.â
âDid you seriously wake me up just to tell me to get a doorbell?â You let go of the ledge and dive under the water again, keeping an eye on the surface. Psi has uncanny aim with those boulders, and one of them clips you on the shoulder. You count to ten and breathe out before surfacing again, only to have to duck when Psi pegs another one at your head.
Youâre getting more than a little sick of this.
âIâm listeninâ!â you yell when you surface again. To assure him of this fact, you even climb out of the lake. âWhat did you want, before one aâ us dies of old age?â
Another thing about your kismesis: he is an absolute terror in the dark. He fuckinâ glows like headlights and ruins your night vision, so all you see is his blur of black-and-white and whatever it happens to bounce off. As he moves closer to you, the only damn thing you can see now, you take an unconscious step back. Then you realise what youâre doing and plant your feet.
âI wathnât feeling my betht,â he says airily, and walks past you to the raised platform at the centre of the lake, where you keep your hive away from hive.
âSo take it up with your horrorterror,â you say, and refuse to follow him even is he starts fucking with your stuff.
âShe thpeakth horrorterror, CNâs the one who ith a horrorterror,â he says absently as he runs his hands along your wardrobifier. âBut the thane oneth amongtht uth realithe that when weâre not feeling our betht, we can jutht compare ourthelveth to thomeone worthe.â He turns to smirk at you. âGratth, DS! I may be a complete meth, but youâre jutht plain fucked up.â
You finally follow him and grab him by the collar. âI donât know if beinâ with Suf made you all soft in the head, but you are the worst at flirtinâ,â you tell him as you yank him away from the wardrobifier with a sinking feeling that the next time you try to get clean clothes youâll end up with underwear on your head. âYouâre already a bulge insistinâ on worminâ his way into my social life, you donât need to try harder at beinâ more of a jerk.â
âIt doethnât come naturally to thome of uth.â He leans in and looks up at you through his eyelashes, releasing little trails of light from his eyes that would be more disturbing if you werenât used to him by now. âShow me how itâth done, DS.â
âOnly on account aâ how Iâm a gentletroll,â you say, lips close enough to one of his horns that he shudders a little, and shove him off the edge of the platform.
His screech of terror is cut off by the water, which you know for a fact is freezing and might serve to offer your Psiionic a little humility, which he is in desperate need of. After a few long moments of him not surfacing, you start to wonder how long it is landwellers can go without breathing, again. Peering over the edge to see if heâs lying in wait offers nothing. If heâs dying anâ you canât see it serves him right for wrecking your night vision in the first place.
He still hasnât surfaced. Fuck your life, you probably just drowned your kismesis. You are not that great at this whole quadrant thing.
You dive in and look around. Thereâs no tell-tale glow to give Psi away, but you hardly need one when heâs thrashing around in the least useful way anyone has ever thrashed underwater. Compared to him, Suf is a fuckinâ Trollympian.
Weird thing is, heâs got his hands screwed down firmly over his eyes. Thatâs not helpful. You grab him by the elbow, dodge his legs, and drag him up until youâre both above water. He shoves away from you and gasps for air as soon as he can, still keeping his eyes firmly shut as he grabs onto the walkway with one hand (that was downright strange, how did he know it was there) and mops his face with the other.
You tread water at a distance in case heâs trying something on. âYou dead?â
He laughs, hollow instead of his usual dry snicker. âHey DS, you were thchoolfed, right?â
âA course,â you say, hesitantly.
âTho when you combine electrithity and thalt water...â
âThe seadweller wins,â you say, baffled.
He finally opens his eyes, although he doesnât look at you as he climbs back out of the water. âMy eyeth are ethentially electric fieldth, you idiot, although itâth actually tho complicated I could thpend the retht of your life explaining it to you and you thtill wouldnât get it. If Iâd opened them underwater Iâd be dead, youâd be dead, and everyone elthe would be down here wondering what thmellth tho tathty.â
âSo,â you say slowly, âitâs almost like beinâ in a situation where you have the disadvantage?â
His growl as he stomps off is worth almost drowning him. The fact that he kicks your clothes into the water and scoops up your cape to use as a towel means heâll be back. Next time, he might even remember to bring goggles.
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I'm sorry guys, you have apparently caught me on a day where I am unable to can. So this is gonna be a pretty short anecdote.
I climbed Uluru when people were still able to climb it (nowadays most everyone respects the wishes of the Aášangu, who ask you to not climb it). It's amazing at the top, you can see nothing but sand and sand and sand and maybe a little desert plantlife. There's a post with a compass on it somewhat near the center that I remember distinctly, and a series of posts hold up a chain that makes it easier to climb. It was a lot easier going up than down, especially since I was five and barely had legs.
We climbed down again before sunset and sat in the back of our Landcruiser as the sun went down, watching as Uluru changed colours from a sort of purply-red to a glowing red that I've associated with the outback since. It's a beautiful place, smack bang in the middle of nowhere, and I'm so glad I got to see it.