#Torch tag

[for-the-sake-of-color]

AAYYEE the 218th's Urban Crisis Response's very own Crisis Company as a revamped Draw the Squad!

after a year and a half worth of drawing practice, I like to think I've come a long ways, though my squad themselves have changed very little

Though if you're new here, perhaps some introductions are in order? Below the Cut

Captain Jet - Leader of the 218th's Crisis Company and Heartbeat of the Family

Captain Jet, formerly known as Corporal Jettison before he lost nearly the entirety of his Company during the first battle of Geonosis, only gained his rank due to the combination of a field promotion and a paper pusher rushing to get the 218th put back together with what forces they could get their hands on after their devastating first deployment, without vetting his Shiny New Promotion through the proper channels. Nevertheless, Captain Jet is dedicated to his soldiers, and to being the Kindest man he can be, not wanting any to suffer the burden of loss and shame he felt as everyone he ever grew up with died in the first week of the war.

Lieutenant Margo - Second in Command of Crisis Company and one of the Finest Technician's money can Make

The first Addition to the newly reformed Crisis Company, Margo left behind her own squad command to be the second to her Captain, Jet. Trusting in his judgement, Margo would follow him to hell and back, though for the first half of the war she largely follows him to a glorified guard posting for the republics embassy and shipping warehouses on Brentaal. She's a fine Leader and an even better Tech, though her specialties lay much closer to Mechanics than to Code-breaking. The only thing that tops her technical skills is her love of having a Fun Time. Body and Mind of a Super Soldier, personality of 'if a frat-boy was a girl'

Specialist Nihlus Brek - Ancient Sith Archivist and a loving Guardian of his squad with a Sadistic streak

After being shown selfless kindness by the Captains personal squad after the loss of his clan and his rough awakening from a forced stasis, with the 'permission' of the Jedi Council, Sith Lord Nihlus Brek now serves in the GAR under the command of Captain Jet, the only man who's orders he follows without hesitation or question, killing or healing as needed for the man he now calls 'Alor and Brother. Though it is true he holds love for his squad, the real secret of his unwavering loyalty is the Blood Oath he swore to Captain Jet, his orders now bound by sith alchemy, Nihlus has given his leader unwavering control over both their destinies.

Sergeant Cynic - Heavy Weapons Expert and Artist with an Attitude

Though an Urban Crisis Response unit doesn't particularly need a soldier who's second greatest passion in life is blowing things up with his rocket launcher, Cynic earn his place on the squad through the power of nepotism. That is, Margo's one condition for leaving her previous squad behind with little complaint, was that she got to bring her favorite brother with. Although his name may suggest otherwise, this pessimist (though he considers himself a 'realist') has a love for all things pretty and colorful, and quite the talent for copying it down in his small sketchbook, always making room for his small assortment of watercolors in his combat kit.

Corporal Lake - Spotter of the Squads Sharpshooter duo and self proclaimed Ethics Committee

Lake is likely the only one of the Captains squad that, once you get to know them, could be described as the republics ideal of a Good Soldier. That is, Lake is one of the few who spares even a second or third thought for the success of the mission and collateral casualties over the lives of his fellow squad mates. He is probably the only one who could say he would not give a thousand lives just to spare those he cares for. Nevertheless, although he has his own personal misgivings over the result of some of their missions, Lake is grateful for his life, for his family, and for the many chances he is given to fight another day. And, as always, his Captains word is Law.

Corporal Torch - Deadeye of the Squads Sharpshooter Duo and resident Troublemaker

"We're here for a fun time, not a long time!" Are common words for Torch to say before getting his ass beat for replacing Cynics fancy face lotion with space Nair or being put on 'Fresher duty for his ballsey yet comedic insubordination. Captain Jet often says the only thing that stops Torch from being demoted to maintenance duty altogether is his skill with a rifle, hitting targets your typical human would have needed the force to even perceive. Though in truth, Jet would not trade Torch's levity and loyalty for the galaxy itself. Torch and Lake are mirrors of one another, by choice, as it brings them great joy to be mistaken for one another by not only natural born humans, but also unfamiliar clones. As some of the last living soldiers from their original bloc of trained sharpshooting specialists, they refuse to be parted from one another, unable to bear the thought of losing the last of their batch.

Field Medic Heron - Resident Healer with a Big Secret

Heron tired of front line Medicine fairly quickly, as his zest for death did not hold up to losing his brothers one by one, upon joining the Urban Crisis Response Specialists of the 218th, his steadfast work and easy bedside manner landed him his place in the Captains squad rather easily, and he took rather well to glorified guard duty. That is, until the fateful day where an assassin droid hidden among their cargo took his leg, though in a feat of the butterfly effect, directly led to the squad meeting their Sith. His secret? On shore leave, Heron likes to kill people. In order to stay in line with both his own ideas of morality and his Captains idea's of ethics, not that Jet hears of his activities from the medic directly, he dresses in plainclothes and limps around, waiting for some unfortunate mugger to make their move. Heron craves the feeling of holding someone on the brink of life, having power over their fate, and then denying them the salvation they seek. And maybe sometimes he takes a bite or two, but that's his business.

Specialist Sprig - Explosive Ordinance Disposal Technician and Company Spymaster

Specialist Sprig, formerly of the 398th Ordinance Corps, got his name as a result of a growth tube malfunction in his infancy, leaving him 2 inches shorter than your average trooper. Despite this 'defect' as the Kaminoans would refer to it, Sprig would rank among the top of his batch with his skills in bomb diffusal, having a deft touch and a keen eye for detail. In a cruel and ironic twist of fate, Sprig's greatest fear is dying in an explosion, vaporization, desintigration, you name it. Reassignment to the 218th and his posting of glorified guard duty was a dream come true. Proton bombs vs backyard terrorists? Sprig knows exactly which he would take in an average day. With his keen eyes, sharp ears, and strong memory, Sprig also excels at information collection. His shorter stature and friendly demeanor is often very encouraging for those who have a burden they'd like to share, though one has to keep in mind, he has the ear of the Captain one short comm call away.

[art-of-wackylurker]

[Commission Info]

It's kinda embarassing how long did I take me to finish this but...

Lake and Torch for @king-chaos-world my beloved <3

[urban-crisis-responce]

I like to think the WII exists just so that Torch can accidentally smack Lake in the face with the remote as he's cheering a strike in Wii Bowling

[mahariels]

top 10 most romantic moments in swtor

[peniswentz]

I forget I play with my friend's name on discord and I currently have him saved as "bad luck brian" his name isn't Brian. But at the same time I also had his name changed to Kyle for a bit and his name is also not Kyle.

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Crisis Company + some extras

This came to me in a dream.

[prommytheus]

imagine being a gavinners fan from like wisconsin or some other place like that. vermont idk and they announce a world tour, so you buy tickets for the nearest location. and they start off in LA, their home city, makes sense.

but then you get an email that says NEVERMIND and you get an immediate refund on cashapp. and you look it up and apparently someone was fucking shot at the first concert and klavgav got set on fire and the bassist went to jail for drug smuggling and murder charges. and now they’re announcing a breakup. what do you even do with that fucking onslaught of information

[beaulesbian]

Paris Olympics 2024 - The Torchbearer

[robertdowneyjjr]

tony stark doesn't die.

he burns, from the inside out. the infinity stones are too much for a regular human to handle, and the iron man suit could only do so much. so he burns.

human inventions aren't adequate enough to combat cosmic damages. super soldier blood transfusions do nothing. gamma infused hulk blood also has no effect. extremis is a lost cause.

the entire right side of his body barely functions anymore. and his face. oh god, his face. it's so damaged, so scarred, tony can barely look himself in the mirror anymore, let alone expect others to look at him without cringing away.

so he hides.

he builds new armor. gone are the flashy colors. no more red and gold. just plain old gunmetal grey. gone are the nanobots. no more skin-hugging technology. just cold hard planes of metal. back to unflinching, terror-inducing steel, like the suit he wore when he flew out of that cave over a decade ago.

he hardly ever takes it off. it's the only way he can get his body to just move. it's life support. it's a high-tech prosthesis.

but that's not enough.

he's just so ashamed. sure, he's saved the world. but while everyone else lives on, he's barely surviving. so he covers himself up the best he can. with the armor. then with a cloak, so he looks a little softer, a little more inviting. not that it matters, when he hardly lets anyone see him anymore.

he stops wearing red. he can't even look at that color anymore, when all it does is remind him of the day he couldn't just die.

what's the opposite of red?

he wears green instead.

people looked at iron man and saw hope.

now people look at anthony stark and see doom.

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steve rogers doesn't die.

he lives a happy life, with the one who got away, and returns to his timeline knowing that he's fulfilled his lifelong dream and he can rest well knowing what it's like to grow old with the love of his life.

except that wasn't actually his dream.

he goes back to the future and finds out the man he's in love with is still alive, and if he plays his cards right, steve might just get to spend the rest of his life with tony.

but steve is old. and he's dying. the rest of his life could only last so long.

and tony doesn't even want to see him. tony doesn't want to see anyone.

so steve begs. he sends messages through friday. notes under the door. anything he can think of, he tries.

"please, give us a chance."

it takes longer than steve has time for, but he finally wears tony down. when tony opens the doors to the lab for steve, he hands over three vials filled with molten orange liquid.

"extremis. modified and enhanced trifold for a super soldier. it's a risk, but if it works, you'll have at least another fifty years left."

steve takes the risk.

his muscles come back. his wrinkles disappear. his hair darkens from white to gold.

steve picks up tony, armor and cloak and all, and spins him around in joy. he's so happy, he lights up from within.

literally, he lights up. his skin glows orange. he's dangerously hot to the touch. he breathes, and smoke escapes his mouth.

but becoming a human torch is a small price to pay if it means he gets to be with tony.

[mimicben]

I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm absolutely hyped for the new fantastic four movie next year XDD

(plus I'm a sucker for retro futuristic 60s aesthetics)

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Okay okay okay, Crisis Company of the 218th!

Captain Jet is slow to truly anger, it takes a series of dedicated fuck ups for enraged. His anger will be dead silent up until the moment he strikes and then either he has won, or he is being pulled back. Over and done, his judgement is rendered. Jet is not a fan of suffering, his rage is swift and purposeful. They will learn, or they will be dead. His Rage is one of necessity alone.

Lieutenant Margo's rage is both the match and the ensuing wildfire. Loud, all encompasing, devastating. She goes for damage, lasting damage. If her enemy is not dead, she will make sure they are hurt, scarred, changed, forever. If someone has earned her ire she wants them to never forget it. Ruthless, Margo goes for where it hurts because she wants it to hurt, although she has nowhere near Nihlus capacity for lasting suffering.

Specialist Nihlus Brek is a sith lord, and he has earned that title though blood. his anger is obvious, every fight a breakdown of rage, every death brings joy. inconveniences can result in murder if he had a bad day and it gets him what he wants even a little faster. Crushed with a wave of his hand if he damn well pleases. Jet does not let him do that. He is a tempest storm, and he likes to display the victims of his rage. Those that live are their own monuments to chronic suffering. the darkside can do horrible, permanent things to people, and Nihlus is no stranger to it, digging into someones psyche as much as he can their body. Jet does not usually let him do that either. C'mon Nihlus, we're trying to be Decent people here (and not get locked up or executed at least wait until you are out of sight of the cams).

Sargent Cynic's rage is absolutely silent. A knife in the neck, a mine underfoot, severed brake lines. It is a cold, dispassionate thing. He doesn't need to be remembered, he doesn't need a lesson to be learned. He just needs to be the one that walks away at the end of the day, and they don't. Few could ever earn his ire to this degree, his rage is reserved for those he truely hates.

Medic Heron's rage is a disturbing, curious thing. Listen. Listen and I say this with great love. left to his own devices Heron would jigsaw trap someone who 'fit of rage' pisses him off. Heron is the 'tie someone up, stick their foot in a bear trap, and slowly inject them with stimulents while telling them it's euthenasia and describing how it will kill them' Kind of guy. He has had to put too many soldiers with his same face back back together or into body bags about a couple thousand too many times to be anywhere near normal with his anger.

Corporal Torch has an easy rage, but it doesn't burn too terribly hot on it's own. He will get into fistfights for his little family type rage, but if there is true suffering to be waged, he knows there are those among them better equipped to do so. He'd do like TF2 scout insults while Heron and Nihlus are Jigsawwing people, but he wouldn't really get that involved.

Corporal Lake is honestly the most normal of all of them. Like a batman 'I will do what it takes to incapacitate you,' type of rage and a 'Torch stop cheering on the torture and Nihlus stop torturing, that is legitimately horrifying' kind of guy. At it's worst, his personal rage results in someone getting their face rearranged. At it's most damning, his rage culminates into turning a blind eye.

Specialist Sprig will not start a forwards fight. as a batch... runt from a tank leak, he has always been smaller than every other soldier around him. There are not many straightforwards fights he has ever been able to win. Sprig is a quiet manipulator. Whoever has gained his rage may never even know he was angry until it is far too late, because a few words here and some evidence there, and when the time comes, and their back is against the wall, those who have wronged him might just find that all their allies feel for them is disdain, and there is no aid coming when they call. And that Sprig is the one with some very, very dangerous allies at his back willing to do whatever he needs.

your oc deserves to lose their shit and have a fit of rage. as a treat.

[for-the-sake-of-color]

Star Wars Textposts [2 of?] Original-> x

[1]

The boys banter as Rex gives his mission brief over the uncertainty of what they're going to run into down there

Lake: Trust my gut? The same gut that shit my pants last week? Yea, I don't think so Nihlus: It's fine, I got this Torch: You're gonna trust your *gut*? The city's third most popular sperm bank?

[kagooleo]

aside from my rice here’s a doodle dump of my timeskip johto kiddos all scribbled during classes! forgot to upload this some time ago but it's a mix of silly doodles, profile studies and outfit ideations 📝

[royalarchivist]

I say this in the kindest way possible, but I think this style of prose is more appropriate for a personal account rather than an update account. I have no idea who's being talked about half the time. 🥲

[ Tumblr meme via @mikaikaika ]

[dykerikki]

her ⬆️ ⬆️. shes finished. unless i decide to engrave the little divots in the mask

[peniswentz]

Sooooo jealous my friend gets to tour fenway park next week and he's leaving for boston tomorrow and I'm one send button press away from telling him to take a bunch of pictures of it for me