#⚔️>>『dash comm』

[behemotheroes]

Tag Drop: Zacian

⚔️>>『ic』

⚔️>>『open』

⚔️>>『answered』

⚔️>>『visage』

⚔️>>『aesthetic』

⚔️>>『musings』

⚔️>>『dash comm』

⚔️>>『dash games』

⚔️>>『headcanon』

[yeagerxrobotics]

He is eyeing Megatron very closely and suspiciously…

He’s gettin bad vibes.

[fellstcr]

tae better not commit more assault

[multiicolor]

!!!!! are we talking about eating living mushrooms ?!?!?!

[sinjhopokedex]

"Are angels really that bad?"

[dualnull]

“ humans are inherently evil . even infants know how to lie without being taught . they will cry for attention, stop to look if anyone is paying attention, then resume crying . “

“ evil is human nature . self-preservation reigns supreme no matter how hard people try . it is our default, and that does not mean it’s bad . “

“ people try so hard to be something they’re not . sometimes, people are just terrible and try to pretend they are good . isn’t that evil in and of itself ? “

[rooksunday]

@clonebang cheeky preview time! i'm the writer in team 9 with artists @aceinspaceart @mandalorianbrainweasel and @thivell and @prowlingthunder as beta (all remaining nonsense my own) and we'll be posting on december 13 ✨

this fic is the clone wars/witcher fusion i got excited about writing then fell mysteriously silent regarding and well guess why 😌

survival as a habit ⚔️ Captain Fox of the Guard is on a mission to recover intelligence from the Separatists when his team discover distinctly messed up clankers instead. After a furious battle, the Guard learn that the 212th are in trouble, and dash off to attempt rescue - only to arrive too late on an empty planet. The search for the missing troops leads to a whole new set of problems…

FEATURING: fox and thorn being codependent; cal kestis being adorable; rex being inconvenient; clones! with! fangs!

(you don’t need to know the witcher to read)

⚔️🦊✨⚔️🦊✨

Fox rolled his eyes when the chatter started. Thire had never been able to keep his mouth shut. Any thought that occurred to him had to be given voice, and by all evidence, Thire had a lot of thoughts.

"You ever think, Fox—"

"Captain Fox."

"You ever think, Captain Fox, lookin' around at all this—kriff—this glory we're surrounded by—"

Another comm clicked on as Stone rumbled a warning. "Thire…"

Thire spat, then a flurry of noise followed as he apparently entered a brief wrestling match with local flora, before he resumed his rant. "—think that maybe I shouldn't've karked it for everyone back on Coruscant? Think maybe I should've chilled my tits for a single second? That sort of thought ever echo between your ears? Captain?"

"Not me, Thire. You know I love nature. I wouldn’t disrespect it by letting my mind wander," Fox responded drily. His aim didn't waver from his target, despite the chatter; the day that Thire's chuntering distracted Fox from a target was the day Fox would put down his weapon and walk naked into live fire training drills on Kamino.

"Cut the chatter," Stone said, flatly.

Thire grunted. "Sir."

Sounds of movement stopped: he'd found a perch, then.

At Fox's side, slumped against the tree trunk, Thorn kept dozing, his eyes moving restlessly behind his lids. Bags scored heavily beneath Thorn's eyes and the sight made Fox grimace; they needed to complete the mission and return to the Albedo Brave so that Thorn could sleep on something more comfortable than mulch. Fox had plans, too, to shovel dumpling soup into Thorn's face. The Guard could subsist on whatever they found on-planet, sure, but Quartermaster Harris had sourced human-standard meat and Fox was prepared to murder the kark out of everything in the base ahead if it meant Thorn could get to the front of the dumpling line.

Eyes still on the target, Fox murmured the question. "Everyone in position?"

A series of positives sounded in response. There were eight Guard in the forest, stashed in various perches and boltholes, all ready for the fight. Fox tapped the signal into the comms on his vambrace.

"Everything well, Captain?" came through the speaker, the voice almost inaudible even to Fox's enhanced hearing.

"Tip-top, sir," Fox supplied, speaking quietly into the mic. "Though Commander Thire misses the comforts of Triple Zero."

"Shabuir," Thire hissed, from the position he'd finally settled on somewhere in the trees, maybe half a klick to the west of Fox's position. He hadn't used the comms. It didn't matter, not with the forest so quiet, and Fox on alert.

Hard to get away with insubordination when your Captain can hear a monkey-lizard fart.

"Commander Thire will be pleased to learn we've been called back to Coruscant after this mission, for some very well-deserved R and R. I'd say to inform the rest of the troops, but I imagine most can hear me well enough."

"As you say, sir, but I'll be sure to pass the news to anyone with mud in their ears. Going comms-silent now, sir. See you on the march."

"Fair winds, Captain."

Fox had never given much thought to the Jedi when he'd been training on Kamino. Jedi were an inevitability and his opinion one way or another wouldn't change the outcome of their impact. Some of his cohort had confessed to hoping for a general with strategic intelligence, combat strength, or—in the secret quiet of the pods—kindness, but Fox hadn't had hope to spare for any such things. Ever since the ka'ra'bajir had ripped Thorn's ka'patir to ribbons during the Trials, all of Fox's hope had gone towards plugging that gap: defending Thorn's recovery time, slipping him extra rations, trying to ease the burden of the 'gift' that Thorn never would have asked for, if he'd had the choice.

However, all things being equal, Fox reckoned that the Guard had lucked out when it came to General Jaro Tapal—

The comms clicked back on and a high voice whispered, "Good luck, Ori'Fox!"

—and that copikla little osik, Commander Cal Kestis.

[starjynx]

( @ofsavior​ )

❝ His behavior is just as shameful in public settings? How unbecoming. ❞

[cinnamonspicerack]

justin tags

[fellstcr]

"my hair wasn't always this shade of green..."

[fellstcr]

her professor senses are tingling.

[fellstcr]

||. everyone wants a girl with baby doll eyes

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // even if death was impermanent in realms like these , it was always JARRING to read about. the haze that came with it ... the cold that seeped into one's own bones before , right when the light should fade — it didn't.

and you found yourself back again. as though you had never left.

she really ought to reach out to him. sooner rather than later.

[fellstcr]

she's still advocating for LIVING for what you believe in thank you .

[multiicolor]

" I wonder what I would taste like ... "

[fellstcr]

you mean she's not the only one who has had a ghostie living around her head?