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Viral Vector Chp.1 (Echo X Reader)

Another addition to Caduceus. We've hit The Bad Batch now! This may be a bit of a brief series, but we'll see!

Enjoy!

Chapter 2.

Galactic Empire

TW: Order 66, death, shooting, Jedi genocide, mention of blood and gore, reader insert, Reader is gender neutral, Reader a medical scientist, Echo x Reader, a bit of a slow-burn though

Minimally proofread and edited LOL

Minors DNI

DNA.

Deoxyribonucleic acid

Definition: a self-replicating material that is present in nearly all living organisms as the main constituent of chromosomes. It is the carrier of genetic information.

Living organisms. Humans. Pantorans. Twi’leks. Togrutas. Many more species in the wide Galaxy.

And clones.

Clones of Jango Fett. a Mandalorian bounty hunter with a strong paternal instinct and superior fighting skills.

Handsome too, but you try not to let anyone know.

Kamino, your home and workplace as a medical scientist, did not see clones as living beings. Most of your colleagues viewed them as property. A notion that went against everything you knew with ethics and morals.

Even if you weren’t technically a part of the cloning experiments, you still interacted with many of them daily. Afterall, along with your lab and research, Shaak Ti had put you and several others incharge of running a clinic for the clones.

Your place was taken from a lower level Hospital on Coruscant and put all the way to Kamino at the Jedi’s request. Once the war had begun, they wanted several non-Kaminoan doctors overseeing the clones' health as they grew and trained. You, along with a few others, had volunteered to stay on the stormy planet. To you, this was an escape away from the dark, crime filled low levels of the Republic planet.

Apparently the Jedi tried to stress ethics to the Kaminoans, only for their words to fall on deaf ears. So, the compromise was the clinic.

You mostly saw cadets with bruises from tussling with batchmates, training accidents and occasional sicknesses their rapidly developing immune systems couldn't handle. Rarely did you receive any true emergencies, but it was fine. Less emergencies meant more time for you to research.

It was medicine. Created specifically to slow a clones ' accelerated aging.

It was a secret. One that you were careful not to tell anyone.

Well…Except for Omega.

The little girl was a helpful assistant. Nala Se didn’t like her going out of the lab, so you meeting her was entirely an accident. She hid in your office months ago during a surprise lockdown. Apparently a clone had triggered a false alarm, but no one knew that at the time.

Ever since then, when Nala Se didn’t have her, she wanted to spend time with you.

Right now, she was with you and Rig Nema, a Jedi healer. The older woman had come to visit Kamino at the request of Shaak Ti. You weren’t entirely sure why, but she seemed interested in your clinic.

“How many patients do you see in a day?” The Jedi asked as she helped you tend to Rein, a Kamino guard who, unfortunately, was hit by the shrapnel of an exploded training droid.

“It can vary,” You informed her with a smile, “depending on when specific batches train. Some are more prone to injuries than others.”

“Like Clone Force 99?” Omega chimed in from where she was organizing some medicine for you.

Rig tilted her head, silently asking you to explain.

“Genetically different clones.” You explained quickly, “They had genetic mutations that gave them…advantageous traits.” They were your friends. Having developed a rather close relationship with them since they were often at Kamino.

Especially Echo. The ARC trooper had always been polite and kind to you. He’d visit your clinic first whenever Force 99 had returned from a mission. You were already friendly with the other members of the squad when he officially joined them. His addition was welcome, and you treated him with the same amount of respect as you did the rest of them. It helped him feel welcome, even normal after everything he went through on Skako Minor.

She nodded in understanding. The Jedi was about to speak before an alarm blared. The lights overhead turned red, bathing everywhere with crimson. In between the high pitched beeps, a gravelly, unfamiliar voice announced.

Execute Order 66.

You looked around confused, stepping away from the clone on the medical bed. What the hell was Order 66? The beeping stopped just as quickly as it started, but the lights were still a deep red.

Beside you, Rig stumbled back, gripping her head. You were at her side, hands holding her arm firmly. She was weak all of a sudden, and worry washed over you.

“Ms. Rig?” Omega approached, looking concerned. She had abandoned her task, and approached the two of you.

“I got her.” You informed the blonde child, “Omega, go to the back of the room and hide behind the scanner. Can you do that?”

She nodded and rushed back, getting out of sight quickly.

You weren’t sure what was happening, but you’d be damned if anything happened to Omega.

“The Force…” The woman in your arms was trembling, “It's…It's weeping.”

Your hands squeezed her arm, “Stay with me, Jedi.” You lead her to the bed across from Rein, who was already standing. He seemed ready, tense and prepared to fight if needed.

It was a relief, having a trained guard. Once he was up, you turned to see him holding a laser scalpel. Your brow furrowed and you spoke, “Rein…What are you-”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He mumbled coldly, twirling the medical instrument in his hand, “The Jedi have committed treason against the Republic. Step aside or you will be executed.” His steps were slow and deliberate.

“Rein, what…?” Your confusion was palpable. You tried to get between him and the Jedi healer behind you, “Slow down, whats-”

The clone guard grabbed your shoulder and shoved you out of the way. He used enough force to cause you to stumble, hands and knees hitting the sterile white tiles. You looked up as soon as you heard the Rig and Rein scuffle.

“Get back!” Rig shouted. She raised a hand, lifting him with the Force. Her free hand activated her bright green lightsaber, “Why are you doing this!?”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” Rein repeated, raising a shaky hand to make a weak attempt at a stab. She, however, raised him higher before throwing him into the wall.

You heard a crack and Omega yelp from her hiding spot.

Before you could speak, the healer panicked. She ran out of your clinic, lightsaber ready. However before the door fully closed, you saw Kamino guards with their blasters aimed, as if waiting for her.

The sound of multiple rifles firing pierced your ears through the door. After the barrage of noise, there was the thump of a body hitting the metal floor of the hall. Then silence.

“What…” You scrambled to your feet and shot to the door. It slid open and you nearly tripped over Rig’s smoking corpse. She had been riddled with blaster bolt holes. Her eyes were still wide with terror, and her lightsaber was tight in her palm. Blood began to surround her, staining the once white floors.

All around you were clones. Those you recognized. Those you treated. But they looked…empty. Their helmets were on. Their blasters were steady.

“Doctor,” Captain Silvo lowered his gun, “Did this traitor harm you?”

“What…What is going on?” Even the Captain sounded unlike himself. It seemed like every clone had their personality stripped away, leaving only husks.

What the fuck was going on!?

“The Jedi have committed treason against the Republic.” He answered, repeating Rein’s words. He motioned for the others to lower their own weapons, “We were given orders to execute them.”

“The Jedi…as in…All of them?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

It felt like the floor beneath you collapsed. The Jedi. Peacekeepers. Were ordered to be executed?

Omega had crawled from her hiding spot, and you turned, raising a hand to her, “Stay back. Close your eyes and stay right there.” You didn’t want her to see…Rig.

Kamino suddenly felt…cold. Empty. Everyone around you, your former friends, were now strangers.

“I..I see Captain.” You swallowed. Your instincts were screaming at you to run. But Omega was behind you. She could be in danger if you acted out, “Well…I…I’m glad none of you were…hurt by the…traitor.”

The word barely managed to leave your mouth. You swallowed thickly.

“There is still more out there. But they will be brought to justice.” He answered your statement with coldness.

Your nod was stiff, “Thank you, Captain.”

“Return to your duties, Doctor.” He turned swiftly before commanding his men, “Spread out, there are more Jedi on Kamino. Find them and execute on sight. You three, get this body covered and out of the way.”

You were shaking when you turned back into your clinic. the door closed behind you, and there was silence. The light switched back and you blinked, adjusting your eyes to the sudden lack of crimson.

Omega stared at you, wringing her hands and looking so small. Wordlessly, you knelt and she ran into your arms for a hug.

You waited as you held her. Until you didn’t hear the plastoid boots outside. Until you didn’t hear the shuffling of Rig’s body being taken. Until you were certain the chaos had passed.

You waited until Nala Se walked into the clinic, “There you are.” She sounded as steady and emotionless as ever, “Come. There is still work to do.”

Behind her were two clones, both wearing the identifiable Coruscant red.

Shock troopers.

“Nala Se…?” You looked at the Kaminoan, “What…happened?”

“The Jedi have betrayed the Republic.” She stated, repeating things you already knew, “They are being hunted and executed.”

None of this made sense…

You squeezed Omega before letting her go to follow your boss. She gave you a sad look but remained silent as she stepped behind Nala Se. Wordlessly, you watched as the two of them walked out of your clinic. Once they were gone, you grabbed your holo, attempting to get a hold of your other colleagues.

Silence. The others, those you came to Kamino with, didn’t answer.

Assuming the worst, you tried to seek them out. Your assumptions were half-correct. Some of them were killed, either by interfering or cut down by panicked Jedi. Others you managed to catch in the hangar before they left to go back home.

“The war is over, we’re leaving before Nala Se fires us officially.” Doctor Ulluk stated, stepping on the transport. You debated on going with them. Leaving the cloning facility behind, but before you could move, another ship touched down.

The Marauder. Clone Force 99.

You stepped back, watching your colleagues and friends leave Kamino.

The troopers, Guard, Shiny and Shock, shuffled and moved around. They resembled droids, emotionless and empty as they walked in line. Announcements rang out from the intercom system, directing them. No one bid you any mind.

Level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams report to the command center.

You walked towards the ship slowly, waiting until the clone force stepped off. Once they did, you approached.

Hunter stepped down first, brown eyes scanning the area. He was alert, guarded yet calm. He gave a questioning look to you when he was on the Kaminoan floors. Wrecker was the same, but more curious than tense, he gave a friendly wave. Tech was beside him, unsurprisingly tapping a datapad. Crosshair looked uninterested, bored even, at the state of Kamino.

Once Echo Stepped down, he saw you and got to your side first, “You look spooked.” He was concerned, looking your form over for any injuries, “What happened?”

“Doctor, do you know what's going on?” Hunter got beside the ARC trooper, “This…isn't a drill.”

“Oh, man. What did we miss now?” Wrecker huffed, crossing his arms.

A shock trooper, one with a datapad, stopped and answered, “The end of the war.”

The sergeant turned to him, “Say again, trooper?”

He answered, voice flat and emotionless, “General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The Separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over.” Behind him, two other clones were pushing a wheeled autopsy table. Draped over it was a white sheet, covering the body underneath.

Your eyes widened, watching as it passed. You were frozen, hyper focused on who was on the table.

“Just like I said.” Tech barely looked up from his datapad. His eyes roamed the screen, uninterested in the world around him.

Wrecker gasped, “It is like you said!”

Crosshair and Tech both rolled their eyes.

A lightsaber rolled from the autopsy table and hit the floor with a clatter. A hand, Rig’s hand, slipped out, confirming it was her under the sheet.

Your throat tightened as the Shock trooper knelt and picked up the Jedi weapon, “Is there a problem?”

Hunter answered first, “No problem.” He looked to his squad before continuing, “We'll just head to our barracks then.”

The trooper nodded, continuing to walk, “Best hurry. There's a mandatory general assembly at 1500.”

Echo put a gloved hand to your shoulder, “Doc?”

“That was Rig,” You whispered, “I watched them…they just…”

“Stay calm.” Hunter’s harsh, hushed tone snapped you out of your state, “Explain everything once we have some privacy.”

With a nod, you followed them to their barracks. Echo was at your right, and Crosshair was at your left. Occasionally Hunter would cast a glance back to you, as if making sure you were still present. Wrecker and Tech were behind you. The squad encircled you, as if intending to protect you.

“Are you ok?” The ARC trooper leaned closer to whisper, “did anyone hurt you?” He was protective. Ever since you met him he’s always tried to keep you safe.

Really all the clones had the drive to protect. To fight and defend. But after….after order 66….

That instinct was gone now. From all of them.

You shook your head and were about to speak when a shock trooper snapped, “Where do you think you're going, doctor?” He wore the standard painted red armor. There was a rifle in his hands as he spoke to you.

You froze and damn near jumped out of your skin when he demanded an answer. Echo stopped beside you, as did the others of his squad.

“I…They..” Your voice was lost, and after a quick clearing of your throat, you gave a proper answer, “Examining Clone Force 99. They’ve just returned from their mission and…”

“There is a Level Five Lockdown in effect.” The trooper stepped towards you, “All nonessential personnel are to go to their quarters and remain until the all clear is given.”

You hated pulling rank, but in the hierarchy of Kamino, you stood above most clones, “Excuse me,” your tone became stern, hiding your shock from earlier. With a quick movement, you had your I.D out and nearly shoved in the clone's helmet, “I head the clinic in medical wing B. I am essential personnel. If it's such an issue for me to be out, you can take it directly to Nala Se.”

After a second, the Coruscant Guard stepped back, “My apologies Doctor. Continue on your way.”

Echo shared a look with you, “Are…you allowed to be with us?”

“No.” you admitted once the guard was out of earshot, “But I…I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone.” It felt like you were in the ocean, surrounded by predators. All they needed was a single drop of blood before they attacked.

Would they gun you down like they did the Jedi? Or would they opt to throw you in a cell? Would they try to mind-wipe you the same way many of their brothers had been?

Your pace was hurried once you got to their barracks. The door slid open, and Crosshair damn near shoved you inside. Hunter caught you and gave the sniper a harsh look.

Their barracks were messy but homey. There were posters and used targets on the walls. There were scribbles and doodles carved into the once shiny metal. Tables had droid pieces, tools and other projects that Tech most likely worked on.

It was…personalized. Very Un-Kaminoan.

Hunter was about to speak when his comrade cut him off.

Wrecker walked past you, letting out a small cheer, “Ah! Good to be back!” He stretched his large arms above his head, entirely missing your state, “Well, I'll get the board. Eleven more successful missions.”

“Kaller wasn’t a win,” Hunter softly chastised his brother. He wanted to hear what you had to say, but Wrecker chimed in again to argue.

“Says who?” The larger clone turned, facing the team leader, “We completed our objective.”

“Not every objective.” It was Crosshair that spoke, not allowing you to talk, “Hunter let that Jedi kid escape.” His arms were crossed, glaring at the long haired sergeant, “Or do you want to keep lying to us?”

“E-even the padawans?” Your throat tightened. Horror washed over you all over again. Nausea slammed into your stomach, and you nearly dry heaved. You slapped your hand over your mouth and bent slightly.

Children were executed too?

Echo’s arms were around you, “Everyone, shut up!” He snapped, “None of this makes sense!” His angry gaze was trained on the sniper, clearly not happy he wanted a padawan dead, “Those clones served alongside General Billaba for years. How could they have turned on her like that?”

“Because of the regs programming,” Tech finally spoke up, hands tinkering with a small robotic project.

Programming…

You looked up at the intellectual clone, realization dawning on you.

Months before this, Kamino was put on lockdown. A clone and a Coruscant doctor had infiltrated the labs and went through genetic files searching for something. To your knowledge they were trying to cure another clone from a disease of some type.

The trooper had died anyway. And according to the news from Coruscant, once the ARC trooper and doctor left, the clone had gone insane and killed the doctor before trying to assassinate the Chancellor.

It was shared with the medical team that every clone had a bio-mechanical chip in their brains. You were told that the chip was planted to help the clones deal with the stresses of war. What caused the ARC trooper to go insane was a breakdown of said chip. In his insanity, he killed the doctor.

But now it was clear, you had been lied to.

“It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones to engineer them to follow orders without question,” Tech continued, “The good doctor here can confirm.” His eyes were on the small trinket he was working on.

You nodded, “I…I think…Yes. But I’d need to confirm. Check some records…” You straightened, still feeling sick to a degree, “All the clones were programmed to kill Jedi after being given an order.”

Wrecker furrowed his brow, “If that's the case, why weren’t we affected?”

“Obviously, we are different,” The intellectual clone picked up a small screwdriver and continued to tighten something in his project, “They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind.”

“Those differences make you immune.” You looked at Echo. He still kept a hand on your shoulder, something you appreciated, “And Echo, most likely what happened to you on Skako Minor…it might have affected the chip. So the order didn’t affect you either.”

He sighed and looked down, “Lucky me…” However, his eyes met yours again, “All the Jedi executed, even…”

“Most likely General Skywalker too. I’m sorry, Echo.” You raised a hand to squeeze his shoulder before pulling him into a comforting hug.

He told you stories of Skywalker. How he was a good, if adventurous general. How he cared for his men deeply enough to risk everything for them.

And now…the Jedi general was most likely dead too. Shot in the back by the very troopers he fought alongside.

You hoped, for Echo’s sake, he was alive and in hiding.

The former ARC trooper accepted the embrace before he pulled away, turning to look out the window. You could see the storm of emotions in his soft brown eyes. Hunter was about to speak, most likely offer words of sympathy, but he had been cut off by an announcement over the PA system.

All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic.

You shared a confused look with Wrecker. That was sudden…

“This is one meeting I don't want to miss,” Hunter shrugged and began to walk out of the barracks.

“First time for everything.” Crosshair snarked, following the sergeant.

You followed the others before bidding farewell and going to your designated place. Your thoughts overwhelmed your mind and you nearly walked right into Nala Se’s back when you met up with her and Omega.

The young girl greeted you happily and grabbed your hand. She smiled up at you, “Good to see you, doctor!”

Your smile was small but you were relieved to know that she seemed to handle the rapid change well enough, “Glad to see you, Omega. Are you alright?”

She nodded, but remained silent when Lama Su joined you three.

You were behind the heads Kamino. The scientists and leaders you reported to walked steadily to the observation deck. None of them seem bothered from the chaos just hours before. No one seemed to care that Shaak Ti was gone…

Was she dead? Did Commander Colt shoot her down? Or did she escape and survive?

You were so deep in thought you missed the entirety of the beginning of the briefing. In fact, you didn’t even register that it was Chancellor Palpetine announcing the news. By the time you snapped into focus, he was already giving a speech.

“and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated.” The holo echoed around the large staging area. “The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed. But I assure you. My resolve has never been stronger!”

Troopers stood in line. You could easily spot clone force 99. Their black and red armor was stark against the white plastoid of the other soldiers.

“In order to ensure the security and continuing stability the Republic will be reorganized,” Palpetine continued, and you perked up.

“into the first Galactic Empire!”

Immediately troopers began to cheer. Many raised their fists in celebration, however, some of them looked around as if confused, entirely shocked by the news.

Your head spun, no longer hearing the speech.

Galactic…Empire…?

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talkintomytv · 29 days ago

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Comparing all Jods good Actions against his Bad as of Episode 7: Episode 1 he ordered a man to be thrown out of the airlock. He (potentially) Lied about being a Jedi to gain the children's favor. Risked himself to go back for SM-33 at the spaceport when he really didn't have to. When Kymm said "You wouldn't shoot me in front of the children" he did hesitate and tried to convince Kymm to call off the police first.... He taught the kids to fire on X-wings. He told them the truth about himself "I'm just like you! I'm lost! I'm Alone!" He did steal Wim's dataries < but later used them to buy the entire herd of Eopies in exchange FOR the kids, indirectly saving the Troik clan. He pat Neel on the head when he hugged him and pulled Wim into the embrace. He jumped in to deactivate SM-33 when he was trying to tear them limb from limb. He laid down some Qui-gon jinn wisdom when Wim was crying homesick and Used the force to cheer him up He later then yelled at the kids in the luxury suite on Lanupa (To be fair pirates with murderous intent for them all were closing in fast while the kids were goofing off) He stopped Neel from falling down the trap door in Rannods secret lair. But later that same episode he did refill a chamber with acid while the people were still inside. ( Still, they were breaking in to kill them all, and characters we heard curse his name survived to be seen in later episodes) He challenged Fern for Captaincy in a duel to the death holding her at knifepoint. < He apologized for this, never hurt her, and gave her every chance to yield. He even sounded SUPER relieved when she finally did. Jod Shoots Brutus point-blank in the face while he is restrained (Brutus did just finish saying he was going to kill Jod either way treasure or no treasure) Jod Kills SM-33 (droid heads come off all the time! He's fine!) He doesn't kill the bilge rat living in his head he just shoves it to the side. Worst of all he Orders the kids to comply with all his demands at saber point or he threatens to make good on his claims to carve up their parents in front of them...calling them unbearable, dismissing them as weak, sheltered, spoiled little brats. (That's a hard one to come back from)

#star wars #skeleton crew

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dickarchivist · 1 year ago

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Grave squad of the 404th.

This is the biography introduction for Grave Squad, clone OCs made by me. They're part of a fake battalion, the 404th. The jedi mentioned are for context only at this point, and are also my OCs.

Jedi of Note: Jedi Master Dax'Malkin Valka. Zebrak. General of the 404th. Padawan Athena Bello, near human. Master Dax's last Padawan.

Word count: 2815

Minors DNI 🔞 there is the N S F W alphabet for Grave Squad toward the bottom.

Meet The Clones!

Ghost, Phantom, Specter, Banshee, and Wraith!

Clone Captain 1313: Ghost

Nickname: none

Ghost is the oldest of the Grave Squad Clones. He's a mission focused and goal driven soldier, but this doesn't stop him from making time to check on his men. Ghost is known to be incredibly kind hearted, making sure that everyone in his command is taken care of before he takes care of himself.

During a field mission, Ghost sustained acid burns to his eyes while protecting natives. Ghost lost his eyes, but Master Dax saw to it that he be given cybernetics to stay in the fight and prolong his life. Ghost's eyes are predominantly white, with a gray iris and white pupil. The splash like scars remain across his eyes like a mask. Ghost has short hair, shaved on the sides with a slightly longer top. After his accident, Ghost starts growing facial hair. The dark hair is mixed with patches of silver, fading in some places.

ARC Trooper 1404: Phantom

Nickname: Tom/Tommy

Phantom's a little cocksure and brash. He likes to think himself the leader despite his place in the Squad, and will sometimes challenge Ghost for his position. He's never beaten Ghost, even when his Captain was blind. Phantom is extremely competitive, keeps count of Droid kills on missions, and is known to cause bar fights.

When he's in the field, Phantom earns his name. He moves silently and follows the orders to a T unless the situation calls for quick thinking, which it often does. He's best with long range assault, yet remains a vital assent in melee situations. Phantom sports goatee facial hair with longer locks. He ties it back with a beaded ribbon given to him by Athena.

ARC Trooper 1551: Specter

Nickname: Specs

Lovingly nicknamed "Specs" by his brothers, Specter is the more technologically inclined of Grave Squad. His area of expertise sits with improvised weaponry, often making explosives or blasters with anything he can get his hands on. Creating gadgets and hacking systems are his second favorite hobbies. His first is photography. Specter takes photos every chance he gets, and when asked why, he simply says, "Proof that we lived." He's a little harder to get to warm up than his brothers, very blunt, but he understands when gentleness is needed.

Specter has a shock of white hair on his head, fluffy and wild, a broad Mohawqk. The sides of his head are shaved, decorated with tattoos of intricate swirl patterns.

Clone Ordnance Specialist 1666: Banshee

Nickname: Ban

The scars on Banshee's throat tell many stories, but you won't hear them from him. His brothers can tell you a million different stories, but they always change, and Banshee won't tell you which one is true, if any of them. He's quiet, yet despite his role in demolition, he likes it quiet too. He wears in the ear headphones near constantly to drown out the tinnitus from explosions. some say he's deaf, but even so much as whisper his name and he'll look your way. But he's not mute. On the battlefield if you hear his voice, you either duck for cover or you run. Things are about to get loud. Banshee communicates in hand signs more than anything else.

Banshee is often seen with a neutral expression, and half hooded eyes, making him appear sleepy despite how high alert he always is. Aside from the scars across his throat, Banshee's hair is his most defining feature. Near shaved bald, the fuzz on his head is blonde. Sometimes, for fun, Banshee and the rest of Grave Squad will draw on his head. Athena once drew a heart near his temple. He had it tattooed there shortly after.

Clone Medic 1789: Wraith

Nickname: Ray/Rai

One of the hardest Clones to pin down, Wraith is always running from place to place without end. He's a worrier, much a mother hen, and consistently double checking to make sure everything is in order. He's one of the few people that can get Ghost to sit down and take care of himself before others. Wraith is incredibly firm when it comes to the safety of his brothers, and has been threatened with a court martial numerous times for disobeying jedi orders in favor of the preservation of his brothers. Luckily, Master Dax never let them take Wraith, always saying that the medic was indeed following orders, his orders.

Wraith loves flowers. He pressed them when he can, collecting new ones on his missions and preserving them between the pages of a hand bound book with blank paged that Master Dax made for him. Wraith has a slight mutation in his genetics, giving him one green eye, and one standard brown. He has a well kept beard, and a slightly longer, natural curly hair cut.

Some Spicy ABC's beyond this point 👀💦

NSFW ALPHABET FOR GRAVE SQUAD

A note: All of Grave Squad is Pan, they like everyone and everything. However, unless requested, I tend to write fem/afab partners for them. With that in mind, that's how these will be answered.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghost: As with everyone under him, Ghost makes sure your needs are met. He'll man handle you, clean you up, had make sure you drink some water within the hour. If you're really messy, he'll take you to the shower and clean you up himself.

Phantom: he's shockingly clingy afterwards, asking if it felt good, if it still feels good, do you need a safe word next time, are you sure it was what you wanted, etc. For a man as outwardly confident as Phantom, he's very self conscious and craves your approval.

Specter: less so for after care. Specs would, with your permission, take a photo of the mess he's made of you, chuckling that it's his best work yet. Out of the 5 of them, Specs is the most likely to eat you out as a form of after care.

Banshee: he just wants to hold you. Keep you close, listen to your panting, the intense beat of your heart as it comes down. He'd enjoy Feather light touching, Whispers of kisses on warm skin. Soft, quiet, warm and safe. He'd want to stay in you as long as possible.

Wraith: he would stay as long as you wanted him to, but wouldn't be the most romantic for Aftercare. He'd wait for the body high to fall before taking you into the shower to clean up. He'd change the sheets before allowing you back into bed, only afterwards would he cuddle with you again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ghost: he's a lips and breasts kinda man, that oral fixation. He thinks his hands are nice.

Phantom: thinks he's the maker's gift to the galaxy, all of him is his favorite. He loves soft tummies and thighs on his partners.

Specter: takes pride in his arms and hands, they're quick, strong, and skilled. Loves to look you in those pretty eyes of yours

Banshee: he likes his tummy, its not rough chisled, but solid still. He likes that when he's not flexed, he has a little belly roll. Its not a body part, but he loves your voice. It's the only sound in the galaxy he'd want to hear all day long.

Wraith: his eyes and nose are his favorites on him, making him unique from the very start. He takes his time appreciating your whole body, stating that every part is his favorite, though you do catch him looking at your ass and chest very often.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Grave Squad: they all enjoy spending themselves inside their partners, but even more when their partners cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ghost: He gets jealous so quickly. He doesn't have personal possessions, but you belong to him, and if anyone makes him feel even the slightest insecure about that, he's quick to remind the galaxy who you belong to.

Phantom: he'll try to deny it, puts on a convincing act, but Phantom likes it when his partner takes control. He'd never ask for it, but he craves it.

Specter: when he's in a creative rut, Specs will wear a pair of your panties that he stole from you. Sometimes he'll wear them just for fun.

Banshee: listens to a recording of the two of you having sex almost every single day. His headphones are always on, no one is the wiser.

Wraith: once accidentally exposed himself to a powerful aphrodisiac he was researching and pretended to be sick because he couldn't get his boner down for 8 hours. Spent that time furiously going solo.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ghost: he's had his fair share of flings and one night stands, but yearns for more.

Phantom: first of Grave Squad to fuck, and has not stopped since. He's here for a good time.

Specter: much like Ghost, he's experienced the throws of passion.

Banshee: he's selective, and needs connection before making a physical one, but has had a handful of goes around the bases.

Wraith: someone draw this man a map, he can't find a date

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Grave Squad: any position they can see their partner's face in

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ghost: knows when to make a joke during sex, knows when to be heartfelt

Phantom: makes jokes afterwards, to cover up his insecurities

Specter: does not joke, but will chuckle if you do

Banshee: barely talks. If he does make a joke, it'll likely go over your head in the moment.

Wraith: jokes when he's nervous, so very often at first, but less and less the more serious the relationship.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Grave squad: all very well kept, Ghost doesn't let them get nasty (neither does Wraith). And yes, the carpet matched the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ghost: he gets wistful, thinking of the future almost breaks his heart, because he doesn't know if he has one. But he wants to, with you, and he'll tell you that over and over. "I want a life with you."

Phantom: once you've broken down his fuck boy walls, Phantom is actually really romantic. He does stereotype romance when he thinks you're just in it for the sex, but once you've actually started to get serious he puts in the effort.

Specter: his romance is in subtle ways, like calling you by your first name when he only ever calls you by a pet name or your title. He may be softer with you, or come to you for creature comforts without the need or want for sex.

Banshee: if he speaks around you, fuck everything else, that's how you know he loves you. He uses his voice.

Wraith: his version of romantic interaction is a strange meld of his brothers, but above all else, he'd bring you flowers. Not just pressed ones, but live flowers, even ones he made with metal or papers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ghost: he doesn't do it often, but when he does he makes sure with 100% certainty that no one will hear, see, or interrupt him. Ghost is very private.

Phantom: has no shame, but at least has the decency to wait until he thinks his brothers are asleep.

Specter: will go solo to relieve stress, but otherwise doesn't unless it's part of sex with you.

Banshee: once a day, no one knows that he does.

Wraith: very bad at hiding the fact that he does, because he can't keep quiet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost: breeding, marking/possession, over stim, nipple play, oral fixation, being called "daddy", body worship, Achluophilia (darkness/blindfold)

Phantom: punishment (recieving, light when giving), sub/Dom play (both ways), wax play, praise, public sex, teasing,

Specter: bondage, recording, edging/denial, over stim, public sex, lingerie, underwear

Banshee: Akophilia (arousal through sounds), body worship, shower sex, face sitting (partner on him), Somnophilia (sleeping sex (with consent))

Wraith: Vicarphilia (hearing of other's exploites), breath play, medical play, shower sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) (other than the bedroom)

Ghost: over his desk

Phantom: in any risky spot

Specter: in front of windows/ mirrors

Banshee: in the shower

Wraith: exam chair/table

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Grave Squad: their partner, always.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Grave Squad: non-concent, dehumanization, age play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ghost: loves both

Phantom: likes recieving, loves giving

Specter: doesn't like recieving, enjoys giving

Banshee: loves both, especially giving

Wraith: likes both, getting better at it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ghost: depends on partner's desires

Phantom: rough and fast until bonds are made, then slows down sometimes

Specter: sensual, but hard

Banshee: slow and sensual

Wraith: clumsy, slow, and giggly

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ghost: enjoys them, but not as much as feature length fun

Phantom: loves em, but less when youre serious with him

Specter: he'll give you oral for a Quickie but doesn't like them for himself

Banshee: would only do it if you asked him to and seemed absolutely desperate

Wraith: so excited about the idea, would love to, as often as you'd like.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Grave Squad: they'll try damn near anything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghost: 4 rounds, 10-15 min each, 2-5 minutes between rounds

Phantom: 3 rounds, 8-12 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between first 3 rounds, 6-10 minutes between final rounds

Specter: 3 rounds, 10-15 minutes each, 1-3 minutes between each round.

Banshee: 3 rounds, 15-20 minutes each, 2-3 minutes between rounds.

Wraith: 2 rounds, 5-8 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between rounds (he'll get better with practice)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghost: doesn't use toys, but wouldn't be adverse to trying for his partner

Phantom: loves toys, uses them for both

Specter: uses toys on partner

Banshee: loves a good cockring, anything to prolong the process

Wraith: doesn't know enough, but would be very excited to try them out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ghost: teases a little (until you tease back/make him jealous, then all bets are off)

Phantom: teases until you tell him to stop

Specter: King Tease, doesn't stop until you use the safe word

Banshee: doesn't tease verbally, only touch, and only until you're in the mood and say you're ready for him

Wraith: would try to tease, but wouldn't be good at it. Unknowingly teases most of all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ghost: moderate, doesn't get too loud but can be vocal. Grunts and moans, growls. Checks in throughout, light dirty talk sometimes

Phantom: moderate to loud. Talks through the process, shouts when he climaxes unless he's going solo. Dirty talk and check ins veiled as dirty talk

Specter: low to moderate, brief check ins. Dirty talk in a whisper, will call you names if you're into it.

Banshee: silent for the most part. Breathy panting, soft grunts. Focusing more on the sounds you make. Eye contact for check ins

Wraith: moderate to loud. Panting, moaning, grunting, begging and praise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ghost: watching you ride him is one of his favorite sights

Phantom: makes sure you climax at least twice while with him

Specter: gets off on you getting off, way more than anything else.

Banshee: wants nothing more than to slowly fuck you for an entire day, would spend hours worshipping your body if given a chance.

Wraith: has a fantasy about having sex on a beach, but wouldn't do it because it's very risky health wise. Thinks about it often, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ghost: above average length, average thickness

Phantom: average length and thickness

Specter: average length, slightly above average thickness

Banshee: above average length and thickness

Wraith: average length and thickness

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ghost: 8/10

Phantom: 8/10

Specter: 7/10

Banshee: 10/10 (surprise)

Wraith: 5/10

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ghost: doesn't fall asleep until after you do

Phantom: falls asleep within 20 minutes of finishing

Specter: falls asleep within 30 minutes of finishing

Banshee: stays awake as long as he can just admiring you

Wraith: once his Aftercare routine is finished, he's out within moments unless you keep him awake.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc ghost #clone oc phantom #clone oc specter #clone oc banshee #clone oc wraith #sw clone oc #sw tcw

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piers-official · 10 months ago

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Are y'all ready for the CARNIVAL?

New album out NOW on your listenin' devices...

((OOC I do not own these songs. This is a mock album and was made purely for fun))((Some of these videos may contain flashing images, sexual themes and blood/injury. View with caution!))

Hymn for a Beldum (Hymn for a Droid - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets)

CARNIVAL (MAMMAMIA - Måneskin)

Want (I Want to be Your Slave - Måneskin)

Free (Free - Mother Mother)

Panic Button (Dilemma Us From Evil - Psychedelic Porn Crumpets)

Lonely Nature (Lonely - Palaye Royal)

Mx. Sinister (Mx. Sinister - IDKHow)

Acid (Absinthe - IDKHow)

Captivate (Obsession - Joywave)

Psycho Cut (Feat. Roxie) (Papercut - BennyTheGhost)

Baby's Got a Gun (Hayloft II - Mother Mother)

Major thanks t'my favorite bloke @rockstar-roxie for the help. Couldn't have done it without you.

#piers posts #pkmn rp #piers rp #//Hi! I worked hard on this album and I would appreciate if y'all took a listen c:#//I do not own any of these songs. Just the album art!#mock album #Carnival album #piers pokemon #rotomblr #pokeblogging #unreality tw #Spotify

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robobirdie · 11 months ago

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Arts for my Ninjago short

I made some illustrations for my story Anatomy of a Droid.

This illustration goes with this part of the story:

As Pixal had stated most of his systems had been shut down so were not making noise but it wasn’t quiet in his body. To indicate its healthy alive state Zanes power source not only gave off a quite low hum but a slightly electric toned sound that mimicked a normal hearts beats. Outside his body the sound along with the many other sounds his body made when active and functioning normally generally couldn’t be heard unless you pressed your ear against his body near the sounds source. His synthetic muscles and skin helped dampen the sounds to keep his functioning quiet both for his hearing and others. The sound from his heart had Jay and Kai unsettled. The others found it a bit unnerving but were pleased to hear it. The sound meant he was still alive and that his heart was okay. Zane’s power source was unique; none of them had a clue what exactly it was though in their investigations of it Jay and Nya found several very rare materials it could be but they weren’t sure which it best matched with. All they knew was outside Zane, Pixal who shared half the material from Zanes heart and a few other droids they had come across through their travels were the only ones to have and use this substance and Zanes father had never told them what it was or how he came to get it. They were guessing he wanted to keep the source secret and they felt that was probably a good thing. Whatever it was this material was very powerful able to not only give life to those of artificial make functioning like a battery for the energy that gave them life but had the potential to give great power under the right circumstances. When used as the power source for a droid it could give a long lifespan as long of course if it was taken care of properly such as not letting energy outputs get too low which was why Zane and others who shared his style of power source had a specially designed digestive system which could convert matter into an energy format their hearts could use and store. While this power source didn’t have the dangers of highly corrosive acid like a typical battery it had the great risk of exploding if overworked or overloaded by something like Jays powers. Because of this and not wanting to get electrocuted as well as Zanes body was very conductive they all agreed that Jay should refrain from using his powers while they were inside Zane. They didn’t want to do anything that could hurt his power source; while not entirely sure both Nya and Jay who understood Zanes anatomy best as they frequently worked on him and Pixal in order to keep them healthy were pretty sure if his power source stopped working for whatever reason it would not start again and without it they would lose Zane. They defiantly didn’t want that.

When they got to the area of his left shoulder they could see some of the damages Pixal talked about but none of them could see one of these worms. The synthetic muscle that attached from the replica collarbone to a prong on the replica of an upper arm bone to help pull his arm up had been de-attached from the upper arm. They inspected the site.

“This doesn’t look too badly damaged. Some minor cuts to the synthetic fibres but some synthetic re-grow should fix it,” Nya noted and Kai wondered, “is that what that weird sickly yellow green liquid stuff I’ve seen you and Jay use while working on him is?”

“Yha, you should always use gloves when working with it cause if you get it on your skin it really burns; it makes synthetics re-grow while it de-grows organics,” Jay noted and Cole commented, “yha I can attest to that. I mistook it for peroxide once and boy was that a mistake. Made the cut worse and gave me blood poisoning. That was an unpleasant week. To be fare it was in the same bottle as the peroxide… I guess I should have read the label though before using it.”

“And that’s why we now keep the first aid equipment for Zane and Pixal in separate different looking containers and we don’t keep them in the bathroom with our first aid supplies,” Nya commented before Lloyd wondered, “what does that stuff do exactly?”

“Basically it makes synthetics re-grow and repair themselves. Unlike our fleshy makes the materials that make up Zane and Pixals make generally cannot repair themselves without an external aid. Only components of their digestive tracts can do that but that’s because those parts are made from tougher more complex self repairing synthetics unlike everything else which lack that ability. That’s where that stuff comes in. It’s a bit dangerous to work with and takes a few hours to complete its work but is much cheaper, just as efficient and I’m pretty sure Pixal and Zane prefer that method over other methods especially just removing and replacing parts. Unless something gets too badly damaged we use that method to fix things for them,” Nya explained and Cole commented while they continued to inspect the site, “yha I’m probably with them. I don’t know about you but it probably isn’t a nice feeling to just have a part of your body removed and thrown away if some things wrong with it. Like that was a part of you, part of your being and it just gets thrown away like some piece of trash. Sure it was damaged but it was still part of you part of what made you well you. Having that done probably would make you feel disposable; like your being means nothing like your life is almost meaningless and fake if someone does that. I know that’s how I would feel having something like that done.” They all looked at Cole a little taken back by his rather morbid comment.

“Yha I could see how that would really bother them; that’s not something pleasant to think about,” Kai agreed and Jay stated, “by the looks the only damage done here is to the fibres. Everything else is fine.”...

This one is for this part:

“You should recognise these structures brother, you had to help replace parts from them remember that?” Nya regaled and Kai stated, “yha don’t remind me; it was uncomfortable seeing and working on his insides. I never meant to hurt him, it was an accident. I didn’t realise he was there when I made that fire storm. I was just cutting off the bad guys so they couldn’t escape I didn’t mean for him to end up breathing in incredibly hot burning embers. To be fair Zanes disguise was really good, a little too good I didn’t know he was there.”

“How hot did you make that fire? It melted many of the sensors in his lungs and damaged most of the rest plus some of its tissues. We had to replace the whole things! Zane just wanted to repair what was there but it was all too badly damaged,” Jay explained and Kai noted, “I helped out with the cost and work in the repairs to show I was sorry. I prefer not knowing what his insides are like but I felt so bad especially since he spent a week in pain, with off sounding and weird breathing and frequently coughing from what I did. It was so sad, like seeing a sick kitten or puppy. He can shut off systems so why did he keep his breathing going if it was causing him such problems? It was to make me feel bad wasn’t it?”

“No more like the opposite. He didn’t want to unnerve anyone. He knows when he doesn’t breathe it unsettles some of us especially you and Jay…” Nya began and Kai commented, “there is just something unsettling seeing someone who’s living and so human like not breathing…” Nya continued, “yha that plus when he had his breathing off so he could get some sleep Lloyd had a bit of a panic thinking he was dead when he went to check on him so Zane kept them active to not scare or worry anyone despite the problems they were giving him.”

“Hey he was unnervingly still, he’s normally a restless sleeper so that wasn’t normal plus he wasn’t responding to me when I tried to wake him, that’s usually not a good sign. I was worried,” Lloyd commented as they inspected the area for the worm or signs of where it had gone. The only thing they could see was a rip in the side of his synthetic lung just large enough for one of these worms to pass through.

“He wasn’t responding because he was in a deep sleep being very tired from the days events and from having trouble getting to sleep because of the damages to his lungs. He didn’t want to be disturbed so set his body to basically a sort of do not disturb mode so he could get some sleep,” Nya regaled and Cole commented, “Yha cause Jay has a rude habit of disturbing others while they’re trying to sleep.” Jay added while they inspected the tear in Zanes lung, “I’d say sorry but there is no need for anyone to be sleeping till noon; sure I sleep in late but I’ve rarely gone that late besides it’s not fun having to wake any of the rest of you up. You can all be rather rude. You’ve punched me, thrown me across the room, thrown stuff at me, hit me with blasts of fire ice dirt water or energy not to mention set my clothes on fire, freeze me from the waist down to the floor, sent the chicken after me do I need to go on?”

“I think I’m with everyone when I say when you’re sleeping it’s not pleasant to be awoken especially by your loud babbling and frantic shaking when you do it. Maybe we should wake you up in the same way,” Cole expressed and Jay commented, “hey what I do is not as annoying as some of you. Flipping my bed on its side, dragging me out of bed, making an earthquake, freezing my room, playing pranks on me like lighting off those little loud firecrackers in a metal bucket oh and how could I forget the time you dragged my bed outside and left me in the courtyard… during a rain storm! Again do I need to go on?”

“Hey sometimes you deserve it besides your reaction to some of those methods is hilarious anyway change of subject why is his lungs different colored from his synthetic muscles?” Cole wondered and Jay noted, “really you can tell it’s a different color.”

“What do you mean by that?” Cole wondered and Lloyd noted, “you have a tendency to mis-describe colors or not recognise them properly.” Jay added, “yha did you ever take that test we suggested you to?”

“I did,” Cole commented uneasy about talking about this and Jay wondered, “and what answer did you get?” Cole took a moment to respond.

“I have something called due-ter something. I forget the name it just means I can’t really tell the difference between red and green very well,” Cole noted and Jay commented while Lloyd cautiously approached the tear to look into it, “that explains some things like often mixing up Lloyd and Kais clothes or not following our instructions in video games like hit the red button and not the green.”

“Can we not make fun of my problems,” Cole commented annoyed by Jay who replied while Lloyd looked into the tear, “I’m not making fun just surprised you could tell his lung is a different color. As for why it is like that it’s to help differentiate the various components of his anatomy that way when you’re working on him you know which parts are for what system. You don’t want to accidently hook the wrong things up to each other. That really won’t help him and could cause problems.” Lloyd couldn’t see anything; it was too dark. He wasn’t wanting to venture deeper to get a better look unnerved by the dark and the fact the tear led to inside one of Zanes organs but as he tried to back up so someone else could take a more thorough look into the structure he was knocked off balance by Kai who unnerved by where he was wasn’t watching where he was going bumped into him. Lloyd tried to catch his balance but fell through the tear. The next thing he knew he fell a few steps down landing face down on a slightly elastic surface. The others quickly rushed over to the tear to get a look at what happened.

“I’m fine just watch your step,” Lloyd commented as he got on his knees and looked around. The others cautiously made their way to him Kai commenting nervous and trying to hide his feelings, “great we’re in his lung aren’t we? I was really hoping we wouldn’t end up in any of his organs.”

“Trust me this is probably the nicest and safest place you could end up in his body. Not much can hurt us in here. Trust me there is way worse places in Zanes body to end up in,” Jay commented and Kai quickly noted, “please don’t tell me I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know about them.” Compared to what they had been dealing with so far with relatively cramped conditions Zanes lungs were quite spacious and they were able to fully stand up. The place looked to be no more than an elastic synthetic made sack that in its resting state as it currently was it was only about a half its potential volume but it was still more spacious than what they had been dealing with...

Finally for this part:

“No no this is real bad! We’re in Zanes stomach! We’re going to get digested! There’s no way out we’re doomed! This can’t be happening it can’t be!” Kai was panicking causing Lloyd to give him a smack to knock some sense into him. It snapped some sense into him silencing him but he was still on edge and freaked out.

“Of all the places we could end up in this is the worst! There are only two directions we can get out of here and I’m not wanting to get out through the other direction especially if it involves having to go through the rest of his system!” Jay began to panic and Nya stated, “Jay chill Pixal will help us out of here. We’re not going to have to go through the rest of his system… I hope.”

“There are ways of getting out of here without having to go through his entire system right?” Lloyd worried and Nya explained, “yha. To make it easier to work on his digestive system is split into four main parts which can each be separated separately for work; his throat, stomach, small intestines and large intestines. Unfortunately though the worm could lock them preventing Pixal from operating them or if the worm went further in his system we might have to go down there to get it.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to do that,” Cole commented. They took a moment to look at their surroundings as they all cleaned themselves off a bit having the slimy substance which was Zanes equivalent to mucus, some of his digestive fluids and some matter that was in it on them. It was grossing all of them out. The synthetic material that made up Zanes stomach was the same color as his throat a green tinted dark purple color. It was dark and would have been pitch black in there if it wasn’t for the lights on their attire. Since he was laying on his back everything in Zanes stomach was orientated so everything in it was lying on the back of the organ. They were situated by the top of his stomach by the entrance and their lights didn’t reach very far preventing them from seeing much in there. They took that as something relatively good as they were pretty sure they didn’t want to see what else was in there or the other end. What they were already seeing was gross and unnerving enough for them. Further hindering their lights and visibility was a slight haze in the air which they were guessing came from some of the gasses being produced by his digestive process. They were also guessing these gasses were partially responsible for the strong, unpleasant and chemically tainted smell that burned their noses a bit. Unfortunately their masks were only partially blocking the smell. While not too bad none of them found the smell very pleasant. Along with making their noses burn they felt a bit sick from it.

“This is the worst place we could have found ourselves in! So gross and dangerous! Very dangerous! At least it doesn’t smell too bad rate now,” Jay complained trying to calm down and not lose it making Lloyd who was unsettled wonder, “What do you mean not too bad, it can smell worse in here?”

“Yha, Cole and Kais cooking can make it way worse like that time Cole made that stuff before Wu got lost after battling the time twins that made us all super sick…” Jay began and Kai commented looking around terrified at where he found himself, “how could any of us forget that. It was nasty. All of us except for Zane and Wu spent the night in the bathroom so we didn’t have to rush to the toilets every time we had to throw up. You spent most of the night thinking we were dying. Wu was smart not to have some of that stuff.”

“Hey it felt like we were dying didn’t it! Anyway Zane didn’t escape from that stuff either. Pixal warned him it was dangerous but he didn’t listen not wanting to be rude. What it did to him was nasty! Zanes system made the stuff into this very sticky dough looking stuff that got stuck and clogged up his stomach and like the first 20 centimetres of his intestines. It was not only disrupting and obstructing his system but causing him quite a bit of pain. It smelt horrid, one of the worst things I’ve ever smelt. To make it worse we had to use our hands to clean a good deal of it out of his guts…” Jay regaled and Cole expressed, “please don’t remind me of that. If the smell hadn’t been bad enough you making me clean the stuff out with my bare hands just made it worse… just remembering it makes me want to throw up.”

“I considered that your punishment for making us all sick and having caused Zane such a problem. That stuff was nasty to clean up and it took over four hours to clean it all out. Luckily we put Zane offline so he wouldn’t feel anything. The whole thing would probably have been more unpleasant not to mention painful for him than us especially since we had to use some non conventional tools to clean it out like one of the bottle cleaners from the kitchen. That probably would not have felt good having that used to scrub your insides. Luckily the sensors in his digestive system have a thin coating of the systems synthetic tissues coating them so the stuff didn’t get into the structures to cause damages or clog them but the stuff was defiantly interfering with their proper functioning and irritating them. That whole ordeal is why you started taking cooking lessons isn’t it?” Nya expressed and Cole stated, “yha that and some other things. You guys always making fun of or complaining of my cooking is another.”

“You know sure it normally is not nice smelling in here it’s not supposed to but I think the smell is stronger and fouler than it should be. I also don’t recall a haze in here. I think because his systems have been off for a few hours but there is still stuff being broken down in here the gasses made by the process have built up a bit instead of being emptied or moving on in his system to then be emptied like they normally would making the smell worse than it should be,” Nya noted. Despite Zane not having anything for breakfast there was still some stuff in his stomach. Most of what was in his stomach was the leftover scraps from the previous night’s dinner that hadn’t moved on yet in his system with tougher materials like bones that were still getting broken down being the only things still relatively intact. Most of the bones which looked to have been from two or three bones had been broken bitten into various sized chunks with one that looked like it had just been swallowed partially whole probably by accident. All were scattered about the place floating or sitting in the acid and all showed heavy signs of acid damage and had bits and chunks dissolved from them. Most of the softer matter was largely to fully dissolved making it hard to really identify what they had been and was just stuck in there because his system wasn’t active preventing it from being able to move into the rest of his system. The peach pit was from a peach Zane had been given for lunch two days earlier and was half broken down. Whereas the others not even Cole would eat a peach pit Zane wasn’t bothered by eating it sometimes swallowing a peach whole. It wasn’t healthy for him to eat the pit and even though he could break it down he was unable to convert most of the matter from it into energy so they were not entirely sure why he had a bad habit of eating them.

“Why are there bones in here? Feels like I’m in a gator with them here. I made enough for everyone to have their fill last night he didn’t have to eat the bones as well,” Cole commented looking around at their surroundings and Lloyd agreed unsettled, “why are there bones in here?”

“I’m not sure; I can’t see how Zane would enjoy them so I think he does it by accident or maybe he doesn’t understand he’s not supposed to eat them or that he doesn’t need to eat them. He also tends to eat other things that you’re not supposed to like peach pits, the skin to melons and pumpkins and the whole of a corn cob though he can’t turn most of the matter from those to energy even though he can break them down. I know he can not only break down bones but is capable of converting some of the materials from them like the marrow into energy unlike the other things he eats that he’s not supposed to so it’s not bad for him to eat them. He’s just not supposed to purposely eat them. His ability to digest bones is meant to be a safety precaution to prevent damages if he was to accidently swallow some after all with his jaw strength and metal made teeth and bones it’s very easy for him to accidently eat bits of bone every now and then and when broken bones often develop sharp edges which could cut up and damage his system so his system dissolves them so they can’t hurt him. Eating them on purpose isn’t going to hurt him but it’s not the healthiest nor is necessary. Pixal doesn’t do it very often nor does she ever do it on purpose but then again she better understands what it means to be a nindroid and understands human ways much better than Zane does. If he is doing it on purpose then all I can think of as a reason behind it is maybe he doesn’t want to waste any of his food or maybe he doesn’t realise he isn’t supposed to eat them on purpose,” Nya noted and Lloyd noted, “I could see him not wanting to let them go to waste. He doesn’t eat everything like Cole but unless he doesn’t like it or it makes him sick or from what he says it has no use for him or is dangerous or causes him problems he’ll eat most things including things people can’t eat or drink like motor oil and unlike some of us he always tries to eat all of his meal especially if it’s something someone else made and gave him; he thinks its rude to refuse it. He might not eat it all at once like Cole will but will save it and finish it later. He also has a habit that when someone gives him something to eat or drink as a gift he'll have it even if he doesn’t like it, it hurts him or makes him sick; he thinks it’s really rude to not have it even if he doesn’t like it or it hurts him. Remember that fermented fish stuff someone gave us once?”

“Dude how could we, that smell was horrid!” Cole commented and Kai regaled, “that was one of the worst things I’ve ever smelt! Just the smell made us all nearly barf! Pix and Zane were lucky they could turn off their sense of smell around that stuff.”

“How could we not forget that stuff!” Jay agreed and Lloyd regaled, “yha, none of us were going to have the stuff but not wanting to let it go to waste Zane had it… well him and Cole after we dared him to have some.”

“Yha the taste was slimy and gross even after rinsing them and it did not make me feel very good after that. I am never having that stuff again. We should have just taken the stuff to a zoo or park and fed some gators the stuff,” Cole regaled and Nya added, “yha Zane didn’t feel too good from it either. The chemicals and bacteria from the fermenting of those things upset his system. A droids system doesn’t handle fermented matter very well; the chemicals and bacteria from it upsets and irritates their systems and they can’t process the stuff very well.”...

To read the full story you can go here: archiveofourown.org/works/4469…

You can also view the images here: https://www.deviantart.com/robo-birdie/gallery/90881021/anatomy-of-a-droid-works Story synopsis: Something is attacking Zane from the inside. To save him the ninja are shrunk and sent inside him to find the culprits who are scattered throughout his insides and stop them before they can destroy him for good. Will they be able to save him in time and who is responsible for this attack? Along the way the others learn about the anatomy of droids like Zane and a bit of how he sees the world. You also get some tales of daily shenanigans from everyone.

#ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago pixal #ninjago lloyd #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago fanart

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doublydaring · 11 months ago

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can u say more about the monkee killjoys because i am so intrigued.... i love killjoy-ifying my faves and the drawings of yours that ive seen are so intriguinggg

hiiii I am working on making more art of them but it is going to take too long so and I am too excited to not respond so here goes.

davy is called Raggedy Andy and he is a droid. i AM born sexy yesterdaying him. He was built in some sort of bli facility and never made it to battery city. he has never been activated when the boys find him, hes some sort of song and dance droid, i have him in his little violin playing outfit from head. the boys discovering his pod can be seen in my little comic. they have to teach him how to be a person. hilarity ensues.

micky is called Shorty Blackwell. he is a zone rat if there has ever been one. idk the timeline of killjoys anymore sorry gerard but if its plausible his parents were zone rats too, they were! he is happy-go-lucky, carries a blaster but very rarely uses it, that being said, is pretty desensitized to shooting dracs, doesn't really seem to comprehend hes killing people because of how he was raised. knows his ways around the zones and is really into astronomy and geology, pockets FULL of rocks.

mike is Carlisle Wheeling. hes sort of a classic dark gunslinger type but god guilty guilty guilty about everything. he doesn't say that though. of course. anyway. he was born in battery city and loves to moralize about it. hes always like, you know you guys should be grateful cuz back in battery city and theyre all like groan mikeeee we just want to eat our freaking beans without a lesson okay?????? he is sooooo fucking DRAMATIC. wears a leather duster in the desert and complains about it being hot.

lastly my beautiful wife peter - moniker, Free Love, but they call him love because that is very cute. heart. will not carry a blaster. uh huh. absolute doozy of a right hook though. <- guilty about that too. talks a big game about pacifism but gets really overwhelmed easily and starts lashing out. then he feels bad -> the cycle continues. he doesn't talk about where he's from which could mean nothing. always wearing as few clothes a possible, much to mikes chagrin. serial pontificater. always got a tab of whack ass zone acid if you need one.

#yaaay #the monkees #killjoys #please join me in this beautiful world

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starscatteredsky · 5 months ago

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If you're okay with it, N (murder drones) neos/xenos, and fashion?

Anything masc/neutral preferred

Neopronouns and fashion for N!

pt: Neopronouns and fashion for N! end pt

drone/drones

bot/bot

cyber/cyberself

LED/LEDself

light/lights

n/ns

flight/flights

ro/bot

droid/droids

blade/blades

machine/machineself

acid/acids

oil/oilself

slice/sliceself

kill/kills

pen/pens

wing/wings

fight/fights

vamp/vamps

AI/AIself

metal/metalself

[ID in alt!]

Image creds:

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i hope you like all this!! feel free to send in another ask if you want more pronouns or fashion with specific themes!! - 👾

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slytherinbarnes · 2 years ago

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back to you

pairings: established relationship!poe dameron x reader, kylo ren x reader

warnings: pwp, smut (18+), language, cheating, recreational drug usage

word count: 3.4k

summary: what happens when your rational thoughts get locked away, leaving only your inhibitions?

author’s note: this is based loosely on a bucky barnes miniseries i wrote on a previous blog (props to you if you know the og!) and it kinda popped into my head while I was working on my choose your own ending star wars series!

Your eyes sweep over the lowly lit underground club, searching for any familiar faces.

The crowd of people gathered near the all droid band is thick, and it seems to sway and move in time with the heavy beat thundering through the room. You toss back the neon green drink in your hand, nearly sighing in relief at the acidic burn sliding down your throat, your mind grateful to focus on anything other than the disaster of a mission you just returned from.

Poe was furious at the way you risked your life to save a family from the clutches of the First Order, but you couldn't help it. It had happened almost entirely on instinct, some silent force guiding you to them before your brain even caught on to what you were doing. He and Leia gave you an earful when you got back to the hidden Resistance base, and Poe had stormed off in the end, heading straight for the hangar, the way he always did. He was in the cockpit of his X-wing and in the sky before you could even finish calling out his name.

You didn’t mean to end up here, in one of the seediest spots in the galaxy, but old habits die hard. You spent most of your teenage years in this very same spot, wrapped up in backdoor business deals and illegal weapons trading after you fell in love with the wrong girl. It was too easy to fall into her lifestyle, to make a million credits in back rooms with all the wrong people, then blow a quarter of it in a single night at bars just like this one. You learned how to find the best underground spots with the worst types of people, and Sasha loved you for it.

But that war years ago, and you thought you left places like this behind when you joined the Resistance. Guess you were wrong.

You feel a drink nudge your hand, and you turn to look over your shoulder at the bartender, a glowing blue drink in his orange hand, held out to you. “From the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

You take the drink, turning to look at the figure hunched over in the seat at the end of the bar. He’s in all black, his face shrouded in shadows, and you raise the glass to him in a toast, tossing it back in one swallow without another thought. You feel the liquid warm your body as it moves through you, and you feel your mind sink deeper into your inhibitions, shutting the door to your rational thoughts.

The droid band near the center of the room changes songs, the sound turning to something fast and bass heavy, the crowd getting excited by the change. You feel yourself heading to the dance floor, your body already moving to the beat of the song. You lift your hands above your head, smiling and throwing your head back as you sway to the music, forgetting everything that happened earlier in the day.

The band transitions to a different song, the beat slowing down and the bass thrumming beneath your feet. You close your eyes and sway your hips, letting the music move through you and take over. You feel yourself start to get thirsty, and you tell yourself that you’ll head to the bar at the end of the song, but salvation comes in the form of a tall man dressed in all black.

“Thirsty?”

You look up at him, getting a better look at the face that was previously hidden in the shadows. A scar runs over his right eye and down his cheek, and his dark hair brushes his broad shoulders. His large hand is holding a drink out to you, this one a dark red color. You take the drink with a smile of thanks, the rim of the glass coated in something spicy, making the drink burn even more as it moves down your throat.

You hand the drink back to the man, and he looks you up and down. Normally, you’d shrink under a gaze so intense, but the drinks in your system have you confident, your body still unconsciously swaying to the beat of the music.

“Open your mouth.”

The rational thoughts bang on the door, begging to be heard, but your inhibitions are strong and loud, and you open your mouth like the man asks, completely unconcerned as he presses a pill to your tongue, his finger dragging over your lip as he pulls it from your mouth. You see him put a pill on his own tongue as the one in your mouth dissolves quickly, something sweet mixed in to mask the bitter taste of spice.

It hits you quickly; your whole body feels light and warm, and the music is no longer just moving through you, it’s a part of you. It’s in your head and in your bones and it moves you on its own, swaying your body around and moving you closer to the tall man. His hands reach out to pull you closer, your back pressed to his front, his hips bumping against you as you grind into him.

You feel him everywhere that you feel the music, his scent wrapped around you as you move in tandem. You feel a sheen of sweat across your forehead, but you aren’t bothered by it, too focused on the sensations building within you. There’s a warm fire growing in the base of your stomach, electric pulses running up your spine as you start to grow hotter. It takes you far too long to recognize it as the burn of arousal, your mind too focused at first on the sensations of pleasure that it brings you.

The man’s hands are running up your body, over your abdomen and up to your breast, his fingers skating along the edge of your tank and brushing the tops of your breasts. His head is dipped so his mouth is near your neck, his warm breath spreading across your neck as you move in sync. You feel his arousal at your back, and you make yourself taller so you can grind against it, eliciting a moan that is breathed across your neck. The sensation sends a tingle down your spine and right between your legs, and you feel the man adjust his height so your butt is pressed against him.

You grind against his erection, eyes closed as you take in the soft moans he breaths across your neck before his mouth dips to kiss the sensitive skin there. He nips at you, his tongue instantly swiping across the spot to soothe the pain and stoke the fire burning within you. You turn your head towards him, using one of your hands to lift his chin and envelope his mouth in a kiss, and his tongue is in your mouth almost as soon as your lips touch. You’re ashamed to say that you don’t think of Poe once; you’re too wrapped up in this man and the music and how they’re making you feel.

The man spins you around in his arms, turning you to face him, his mouth devouring yours as soon as you’ve turned around. His hands continue roaming your body, one of them sliding beneath your shirt to touch the skin of your stomach. His hand moves towards your breast slowly, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him, but you never do. And when his fingers grasp your nipple and give it a small pinch, you moan into his mouth, the nerves in your body lighting you up with arousal. The spice pill he gave you has awakened every single cell in your body, each sensation feeling more powerful than the last, and you want nothing more than to lose yourself completely.

You grab the man’s erection as his teeth grasps onto your lower lip, and you pull away slowly, suppressing a moan as your lip slips from his teeth. “Take me somewhere.”

He gives you a smirk, understanding what you’re asking, and it seems unusually playful on his serious face. He pulls his hand out of your shirt and takes your hand in his, leading you towards the bar so he can grab his cloak. He tugs you down a dark hallway, stopping to turn and press your back into the wall and kiss you. Your hands and mouth are hungry, roaming, trying to take in as much of him as you can and he lets out a little laugh when he finally pulls away.

He clasps the cloak around his neck and tugs a black scarf from the inside pocket, placing it around your neck and tugging it over your head and across your face to protect you from the air outside. You’re grateful for it, because the wind is strong when he tugs you outside, the air dry and sandy, tossing sharp particles around and around. You hadn’t brought anything with you, because you never intended to end up here, and you remember the many nights you and Sasha would stumble out of this same door, drunk and unprotected, the sand leaving scratches all over you both.

The man leads you around the corner to one of the many hotels in the area, just another seedy location to conduct illegal or illicit activities, just like you’re about to do now. He pulls you into the first hotel you cross paths with, straight into a brightly lit lobby and a too small front desk. The man digs in his pockets for the required credits while the creature behind the desk finds a key, and you reach out for the man, unable to keep your hands off of him as the drinks and spice flow through your veins.

You haven’t once stopped to think about who could’ve seen you in the club or in this hotel; and you know the man in front of you hasn’t either. Few people would recognize him without the black mask he wears or the modulator that changes his voice. You tug the scarf away from your mouth and lean forward to kiss Kylo’s neck in the way that you know he likes. The creature behind the counter takes his credits and passes him a key, and Kylo’s hand goes to your throat, squeezing lightly as he guides your mouth to meet his. His tongue sweeps into your mouth and fights with yours before he pulls away and leads you down the hall to the room number attached to the key.

He unlocks the door and swings it open, pulling you into his arms as he lets the door fall shut behind him, and he turns you to press your back into it. The wait to the hotel was clearly excruciating for you both, because Kylo tugs the scarf off of you, one hand held around your throat and the other underneath your shirt again, playing with your breasts. You reach up and tug off his cloak and his shirt, both of you pulling away for a second to get the shirt over his head before your lips collide in a kiss once more.

Your hands roam over his bare chest, his skin warm and muscles tight, and you moan when his mouth drops to your neck and nips and sucks at your skin. You feel yourself grow hot, every part of you alive and involved in this moment, and it almost feels like too much, just kissing him.

Kylo pulls away from you to tug off your shirt, and he drops and pulls your left nipple into his mouth, making you moan. His other hand plays with your right breast, teasing the nipple and sending zaps of arousal to your core. You reach out and palm Kylo’s erection, smiling when he thrusts into your hand, searching for friction. Your hands grab his waistband and tug his pants down, almost moaning when his dick springs free. He kicks his shoes off and pants free and you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, grabbing his dick and licking up his shaft before pulling him into your mouth.

You look up and lock eyes with Kylo, and he moans at the eye contact as you bob on his dick. His right hand moves to your hair, fisting into it and guiding himself deeper into your mouth, and you suppress the urge to gag. He moans as he watches you, forcing himself to keep eye contact though his body just wants him to close his eyes and surrender to the feel of you sucking his dick.

You can tell he’s getting close when he uses his grip in your hair to slow your pace down, holding his orgasm at bay. He guides your mouth off of his dick and up to meet his in a kiss. It’s intense and frantic, and Kylo has the rest of your clothes off in seconds before he pulls you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, his dick pressed between the two of you, pulling a moan from your throat that Kylo swallows greedily.

He turns and lowers you onto the bed, kissing you hard before his mouth drops to your neck, and then your breasts, your stomach. He passes right past the apex of your thighs, the place you want him more than anything, and down to press a kiss to your knee, then the middle of your thigh. He uses his large hands to spread your legs wide, and he moans a little when he gets a good look at you. His eyes are dark with desire, and he’s looking at you hungrily. You don’t shrink beneath his gaze, you grow beneath it, feeling powerful for being able to bring a man like him to his knees.

When his tongue swipes over you and taps against your clit, your back arches off the bed, a long moan pulling from your lips. It's everything you thought it would be, the spice making the experience 100 times better, brighter, every part of you involved in the moment. He sucks at your clit as he presses two fingers inside of you, and your eyes squeeze closed as you focus on the sensation of Kylo eating you out. He adds a third finger, curving them inside of you to hit that spot just there, an explosion of arousal hitting you like a TIE fighter.

You cry out, the sensation almost too much, and you open your eyes to look at Kylo, your hand reaching up to push him away. But he uses his free hand to grab you before you can stop him, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, the gesture oddly intimate despite the way he’s sending you hurtling towards your orgasm. Every brush of his fingers over that spot of pleasure has you seeing stars, and he is relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. He watches you intensely, and you try to keep your eyes on him the way he likes you to.

It only takes a few more seconds for your orgasm to build to its peak, soft cries falling from your mouth as you near the top. Kylo picks up the pace, and one nip to your clit is all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You hold his gaze as long as you can, but your orgasm is strong, and it pushes you back into the pillows as you cry out, everything exploding with stars. You feel yourself twitching with pleasure as Kylo continues to eat you out, refusing to miss a single drop, until finally, it is too much, and you push him away, overstimulated.

Kylo crawls up your body and kisses you, his tongue in your mouth, your taste all over him. Pleasure is still rolling through you, and you want that for Kylo too, so you stretch your legs out and wrap them around him, using the heels of your feet to tug him closer. He pulls away and laughs softly under his breath, his smile tugging at something in you. It hits you like a punch to the gut, but you don’t have time to process it because Kylo plunges into you, forcing a moan from both of you.

Kylo leans down to kiss you as he pulls out and then pushes back in again, swallowing your moan. There is no slow build up in the pace; he’s slamming into you within seconds, unable to hold back any longer. He pulls away to keep his eyes on yours, while one of his hands reaches down between you and moves to your clit, trying to build up your second orgasm before he can reach his own. His pace is almost punishing, but your orgasm begins to build regardless, unable to resist his expert fingers.

You feel your eyes close as he fucks you, and his voice nearly startles you when he says, “Look at me. Keep your eyes open.”

Your eyes open to meet his, his gaze as intense as his pace, your body climbing and climbing until you can see that peak. You try to hold back, wanting to see Kylo come first, but you know he won't let you. You keep your eyes open as long as you can, but everything goes white when you orgasm for the second time, and you throw your head back again as you fall apart beneath him.

Kylo’s pace moves faster, though you didn’t think it possible, fucking you through your orgasm, until finally, finally, he comes too. His head drops to your shoulder, a long moan falling from his lips before he mutters your name over and over like a silent prayer. His hips finally grow still, though his body continues twitching with pleasure as he sags against you, and you can feel his heart thumping in his chest where it’s pressed against you.

You run your fingers up and down his back, both of your eyes closed as you try to let your heart rates return to normal. The moment is oddly intimate, though you try not to think about it, refusing to let the rational thoughts out of their tightly locked door.

You search the floor for your discarded pants, unsurprised to find them kicked under the bed. You snatch them up, pulling them on, all while Kylo watches you from the bed. He’s completely naked, sprawled on top of the sheets, his arms resting behind his head, completely relaxed. He watches you quietly as you tug on your clothes, and when you sit on the bed to pull on your shoes, he slides off and grabs the scarf he gave you earlier. You stand in front of him, and he reaches up to run his finger down a cut on your face, one you forgot you had until this moment. But it reminds you how you got it, a mission nearly gone wrong, and you mutter, “You nearly killed me today.”

“Hardly.” You both know he’s right. The force that guided you to save that family? It was the knowledge that Kylo would never do anything to hurt you, despite the fact that you left him for the Resistance. He drapes the scarf around your neck and you start to argue against it, but he cuts you off. “Where does flyboy think you are?”

You shrug. “Dunno. He stormed off after he gave me an earful about my dangerous actions today.”

“He won’t notice the scarf.”

“He might.”

“He won’t.”

Right again. You won’t admit it though. “We can’t keep doing this.”

“I know.”

You both know you aren’t going to stop.

Kylo leans down to kiss you, and it’s soft. Affectionate. It tugs at you the way his smile did earlier. You can feel the door holding the rational thoughts back shaking, the hinges getting loose. You don’t want to leave, but you know you have to. Everything will fall apart if you stay any longer.

Kylo pulls back, pushes your hair out of your face, and pulls the scarf onto your head. He crosses the bottom part of the scarf over your mouth and nose, leaving only your eyes exposed. You look up at him as he presses one last kiss to your forehead, your heart aching, and then you move past him, refusing to look back because you know it’ll only break your resolve.

You slide out of the hotel room, closing the door softly behind you, before heading back to your ship, back to the Resistance, back to Poe, and away from the man you can’t seem to leave behind.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren

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feruslands · 6 months ago

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My sketch fanfic "Vader/Ferus"

For @la-sopa and @reconstructwriter, who inspired me to continue, and for everyone who loves "Vader/Ferus"

Warnings: rape

"Daddy Feri", part 3

When Ferus Olin woke up, he touched the Force and was relieved to realize that Vader was not nearby. But his child was here. Ferus decided for himself that no amount of disgusting truth about Leia being Darth Vader's daughter would make him give up the baby.

He and Leia were still in the medical ward, equipped with technology and all amenities. The droids provided him with medical care, and Olin was recovering from his wounds. Everything was fine as long as he could spend time with Leia. But all these days were poisoned by thoughts that Darth Vader would definitely return.

And it happened, a week passed and the Sith returned.

Vader entered the isolated medical unit where his prisoners were being held. He ordered Olin to take Leia to the new premises. When Leia saw Vader, she began to resist and cry - the monster in black armor scared her very much. Ferus would sense that Vader was in a bad mood, he realized that it was better not to test the Sith's patience, so he silently picked Leia up in his arms, and she instantly calmed down. The rooms where Vader brought the prisoners looked like a technological prison, but there was a lot of space and several rooms connected by corridors. Vader tells Olin that they will live here now, but any attempt to escape will end in death. Ferus tries to explain to the sith that Leia is still a child, she will not be able to live in prison, she needs walks on the street, communication with other children, as well as thousands of different things that any child needs for full development. Vader suggests that he take a walk in the acid rain and chat with the local cubs of ferocious predators. The Sith leaves them alone, and sets up several droids to spy on them. Ferus guesses that the Sith is too busy right now to bother with them. He wasn't surprised by the fact that Vader didn't really care about baby Leia and her well-being. But fortunately, the Sith wasn't going to starve them out. So Ferus concentrated on taking care of the baby.

Olin correctly guessed that Darth Vader was in great irritation. The Sith did not expect that Palpatine's new tasks to destroy the rebels would be so difficult and exhausting. Vader was in great need of rest and medical rehabilitation procedures. But Darth Sidious seemed to be testing his apprentice's strength, so he ordered him to go on a new assignment. Such a consumerist attitude made Vader hate his Master. But it was good, hatred gave him energy.

Vader managed to hide the existence of Leia and Ferus in his fortress from Palpatine. But there was even less free time, he had to deal with erasing the memory of serving and guarding droids, as well as falsifying statistics on the provision of his fortress, so that no summary of the figures could conclude that the building consumes energy, food and water, more than is required for one person.

In addition, he was angry at how easily Olin was able to calm his daughter, and how trustfully she clung to Ferus.

Baby Leia was still set against her own father, which caused him to be angry at her. She was afraid of him. But she was still too young to understand the motives of his actions, accept him and take his side. Vader understood that it would take a long time before she grew up and realized everything.

But even on the emperor's new assignment, a lot of things didn't happen the way Vader wanted them to, again.

As a result of heavy fighting, he suffered extensive damage to his suit, and this confused his plans and forced him to carry out long-term and global repairs. The waste of time infuriated him. He was one of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy, but he couldn't heal his injuries on his own.

On the way to the Vjun, he reported to his Master. He hoped that Palpatine would encourage him and give him the opportunity to perform a series of complex medical operations that would improve his overall health and make him less dependent on the suit. But Palpatine obviously wasn't interested in that.

This caused him to grow furious. He felt like he was on Palpatine's leash, and he hated being dependent on anyone, that is, being weak.

The only nice thing about the situation was that he could take it out on Ferus. Vader knew he had done the right thing by keeping the Jedi alive. In the future, he could use the Jedi to force Leia to do what he needed.

And now he had enough reasons to treat this dumb cunt the way he deserved to be treated.

Ferus felt the tension in the Force that day. There had never been a steady, calm feeling of the flow of Force in Vader's fortress, but this time the Jedi felt something wrong, some kind of warning in the Force. He put Leia to bed, kissed her on the forehead when she fell asleep, and left the room himself.

Ferus didn't think Vader would come to Leia. He noticed that for some reason the Sith avoided the baby. The Sith made her his prisoner and hid her from the whole world, but at the same time he ignored the existence of his child.

Olin hoped that the Sith would ignore him too, but instead he felt a growing darkness. Suddenly, Ferus heard a hideous wheezing voice, duplicated by the voice filter in the mechanisms of Vader's suit.

Ferus saw Vader standing in the doorway. The Sith was without a helmet and was giving orders into the transmitter.

Noticing the Jedi, Vader grinned nastily and turned to face him.

Ferus saw Vader's face, disfigured by a burn and looking like a plowed field, and he unconsciously winced. He knew that many Sith were unsightly, but he did not think that Darth Vader was so physically ugly.

Vader, like a predator chasing its prey, felt jedi's incipient fear, and enjoyed it. He also felt his disgust, and this disgust caused him cold rage. He knew a great way to punish a Jedi.

Many of Anakin Skywalker's memories have faded. But Vader still remembers that perfect, brilliant Padawan all too well. That boring handsome boy always looked at Skywalker with arrogance and condemnation. Now the Sith knew perfectly well that the time when he felt impotent anger at that arrogant boy had long passed. Everything has changed. Now Ferus was his thing, without the right to his own opinion.

Ferus, as if reading his thoughts, shuddered, and this tremor made Vader feel his triumph.

Vader, filled with self-satisfaction, approaches the prisoner and puts hand on his shoulder.

“What's wrong, Olin? Are you that afraid of me now?" Vader asks mockingly.

“Don't touch me!” Ferus, with great disgust, throws off the heavy metal arm of the Sith and pushes him away.

Vader grins even wider, and watches his former rival closely with a mocking sneer.

“I've been too merciful to you, even though you don't deserve it. You still don't understand who is the Master and who is the miserable slave. I'll do whatever I want with you. And no one can stop me!”

Ferus is horrified to see the glee in his hideous yellow eyes. The Jedi understands what is about to happen.

“Come closer, you cowardly Jedi whore." Vader barks.

With the help of the Force, Vader attracts the Jedi to himself like a puppet, he strangles and beats him. When the victim can no longer fight and resist, Vader throws the beaten Jedi to the floor, and rapes him right there on the floor.

Vader forcibly possesses the old enemy, causing him to scream in pain.

"That's for you, asshole." says Vader

It was not only revenge for disobedience, it was also revenge for the past.

Ferus loses consciousness from the beating and violence.

Vader summons a cart carrying corpses so that this weakling can be sent back to the medical unit. Vader knew that raping his old enemy would give him pleasure, but he did not even imagine that it was so huge. This bastard will get what he really always deserved more than once.

Meanwhile, little Leia is crying silently, she is afraid to leave the room. She knows that something very bad is happening to Daddy. However, she promised him not to leave the room, no matter what happened.

#star wars #ferus olin #anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars fanfiction #fanfics #princess leia #jedi quest #vaderlin #skylin #daddy feri

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withinthecode · 10 months ago

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The Alpha Code (10 androids)

The alpha code was the first successful code group after the prototypes and Null. They were designed to blend in to humanity, and as such could develop scars, as well as were allowed to experiment with presentation and style. Their design was not standardized, leading to malfunctions in certain droids. The Alphas were programmed to experience emotions and be able to feel love, an error corrected in later code groups. The droids present in this code are as follows:

A-1(Onnie)(she/it) -> Specializes in interrogation and analog information gathering

A-2(Roo)(he/hir/it) -> Specializes in close combat/knives

A-3(Tress/Sureshot)(it/its) -> Specializes in snipers/ distance shooting

A-4(Del)(he/him) -> Specializes in hacking and digital information gathering

A-5(Ives)(ze/zem) -> Specializes in personal infiltration and sabotage

A-6(Izz)(they/it) -> Specializes in corporate infiltration and sabatoge

A-7(Sev/Glitch)(it/its) -> Specializes in close combat/martial arts

A-8(Valo/score)(cir/cirt/cirts) -> Specializes in tracking and hunting

A-9(Nina)(she/her) -> Specializes in acids/corrosives

A-10(Tor)(all, as in use any and all and mix it) -> Specializes in bomb (de)construction and other explosives

#alpha code #within the code #A-1/Onnie #A-2/Roo #A-3/Tress #A-4/Del #A-5/Ives #A-6/Izz #A-7/Sev #A-8/Valo #A-9/Nina #A-10/Tor #Androids #Programming Logs #- recovered data 1/?

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sullustangin · 1 year ago

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Fluffy February Day 16: Spontaneous

SWTOR

Time: Sometime during KotFE

Word count: About 1200, but Lana does ultimately have fun.

Lana Beniko cursed the day she had met Theron Shan and Eva Corolastor.

She should have drowned both of them at Manaan. Taken their intel and proceeded apace to stop the Revanite conspiracy –

…and as always, her internal rant stopped there, because Lana remembered how green she was at spy games and all the skills she lacked before she went on the run. She had learned all the things she could live without. She also learned about the things that could and did kill her.

As Theron later indicated, it was always important for a spy to know their weaknesses and know when they could not be compensated for in a mission.

The Empire was expert at limiting free will and spontaneity. The Republic apparently tolerated a certain amount of improvisation, which explained not only Theron’s own high-flying achievements but also a good number of his injuries. Nothing truly needed to be said about the constant state of chaos that existed among smugglers; Eva traveled along the ebbs and flows of business and adventure in the galaxy, fluctuating and ever-changing.

Lana did not tolerate spontaneity well, as it gave her ulcers. Eva was the absolute top source for them. Her rescue and insistence upon saving every wayward Zakuulan en route had depleted the bismuth supply Lana kept with her in her medkit.

Eva’s improv skills prevented Lana from accompanying her to the Star Fortresses. Praise the stars for Bowdaar’s return; the Alliance wouldn’t have gotten its kick-start into active operations without Eva having a partner that wasn’t currently guiding her remotely (Theron), an easily disabled droid (HK-55), incapable of doing stealth (Koth), or cramming antacids down her throat in fistfuls (Lana).

The antacids supply in medbay dwindled when Eva went on walk-about; she’d disappear from the base, only to reappear when she felt like it… or when Lana couldn’t take the absence anymore and sent Theron to retrieve her.

This was also why Lana could never own a cat; the requirement to let it do as it pleased at any given moment was overly indulgent, in Lana’s opinion.

The current cause of Lana’s churning stomach acid was Eva’s impromptu decision to say that, as an exercise in counter espionage, the entire base was required to play The Assassins Game. Everyone had a packet of purple dye, and they were to squirt it on their target, assigned to them by the Master Assassin. Those who survived the first round proceeded to the second, until someone was declared the best assassin on base and was rewarded with their choice of liquor from Virtue’s Thief and a three-day leave pass.

That wasn’t the problem.

No, it wasn’t even that Theron Shan was the Master Assassin who had helped Eva arrange the game and the target assignments.

The problem was that Lana Beniko accompanied the liquor with the winner on their three-day leave pass.

This idea apparently had been born overnight, in the short 7 hours Lana had taken to sleep.

She stormed into the war room only to find those two jokers sitting at the war table. “YOU.”

The pair had the audacity to smile at her. Theron’s expression was more akin to a smirk, while Eva smiled with all of her teeth, a bit feral. “In our defense,” Eva began, “it was the only way to exempt you from the Assassins Game.”

Theron indicated Eva. “She can’t play, because she’s the commander of the base – unlimited access anywhere at any time. I can’t play because … well, first, I’d win, and second, I had to make the assignments; I know who has which target.”

Lana could feel the heat just radiating from her eyes. “And you couldn’t come up for anything for me?”

“We did!” Theron and Eva said in unison.

“I’m the prize,” Lana said with dismay. “Along with a bottle of liquor and a shuttle pass.”

Eva waved a finger back and forth. “No, no. You have the most important job of all, Lana.” She exchanged a knowing look with Theron and gave him the floor.

Theron squared up, datapad in hand. “The winner of the competition… has already been contacted.”

Lana tilted her head to the side, wondering if she hadn’t heard correctly. “What?”

Theron launched into his briefing. “You will be accompanying a young Quarren pilot to his planet of choice, which will be Kamino, an ocean world.”

The planet flickered to life on the war table, with a few finger taps from Eva. “And just to remind you, much like Mon Cal, Quarren are biologically incompatible with humans!”

Lana growled at her as Theron continued, unfazed. “Your mission there is to investigate some … disturbances among the local wildlife…” Theron gestured to Eva.

Eva ran her fingers along the edge of the table, summoning up an image of… a Jedi? “So, around 300 years ago, the planet Ossus got trashed by a supernova, caused by our old buddy from Yavin 4, Exar Kun. On the way out, a Jedi master from the Swimmer race called ‘Qalsneek the Bull’ smuggled artifacts off Ossus before the whole place was irradiated. He supposedly hid the loot on Kamino.”

The light went on in Lana’s head. Aha!

Eva cocked an eyebrow at Lana. “I have my suspicions about how ‘Jedi’ this guy was, with a name like that and a bolthole on Kamino readily available to store this stuff.”

Lana nodded. “The entire Exar Kun affair… was highly disruptive to the Jedi Order and the galaxy at large. The histories may not be complete…” She stared at the planet then turned to Theron. “What’s caused the artifacts to activate and cause the disruption, thus attracting our attention?”

Theron gave her a smile, appreciating how she’d knit everything together promptly. “That’s what we need you to find out. And if it’s safe, retrieving the artifacts would be helpful for our little enclave …though we might be able to use them strategically to generate goodwill with the Jedi Order at a later date.”

“Oooor the Sith Order – whoever is the highest bidder in terms of credits or war materiel,” Eva piped up.

Theron gave her a look. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Eva hopped off the edge of the war table. “You’re the only one of us that’s Force Sensitive among us, so you’ve got to go…plus you’re the least believable to have cooked up the Assassins Game –”

“I’ll remind you I made you a cannibal on Rishi,” Lana retorted.

She could be spontaneous! …if she planned it well enough…

“So you’ll take your hot date and your nice booze in stride and … put up a good show for the base, one way or another?” Eva dangled out there.

Lana sighed and blew a puff of hair up at her bangs. “I will be appropriately devastated by my doomed romance with a biologically incompatible Quarren. But I will enjoy the liquor.”

“Thanks, Lana,” Theron said, already burying himself in the next round of Assassin assignments.

“Can’t do it without you!” Eva added. “So, wanna go up to the observation deck and watch our idiots chase each other all over Odessen and squirt each other with grape juice?”

“Absolutely!”

@fluffyfebruary

#swtor fan fiction #lana beniko #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #fluffy february

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