#clone medic omen

[r2wedoomed]

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Look everybody, it's my feral fic that once again completely got out of hand

Uprooted

Ty is a newly transferred LT to the Coruscant Guard. Lilo is a medic. Both have loved and both have lost. Both need someone in their lives to keep them upright in a war that takes and never gives.

OR its a friends to lovers, bc i am a sappy idiot

(it comes with music recs :) )

Featuring the amazing OC's of @imrowanartist, @anstarwar and @itsstrangelypermanent

Snippet:

“So what’s your name?” they asked instead as they shone a light in his eyes.

“It’s Ty,” Ty said and obediently sat still for Lilo to do their job.

“Know anyone here already?” Lilo asked. It was an innocent enough question. Most batches had close ties with other batches and all those troopers were deployed in such as wide range that there was always the chance that he already had a batchmate or friend here.

“Nah,” Ty said though, “don’t know anybody here. Lots of new introductions.” And there was that grin again. It looked practiced.

“Well, here’s another new introduction,” Lilo said, clicked out the little light and stretched out their hand, “I’m Lilo, it’s they/them for me, and you definitely have a concussion.”

“Nice to meet you, Lilo,” Ty said as he shook their hand, “sorry about the concussion.”

Lilo lifts an eyebrow, “Why are you apologizing? Can you tell me what happened? Frankly, I am surprised you are even coherent right now.”

“Poke gave me a stim,” Ty said as he scratched the back of his neck, “and— there was a riot. On one of the levels. As I said, someone banged me on the head. But there were civilian casualties as well. Poke’s help was more needed elsewhere, so— they send me here.”

[wolveria]

On Frozen Wings - Ch 12

Pairing: Crosshair x Hunter

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Hunter thought he was going to lose everything on Tantiss. Instead, he got something back.

AO3

Hundreds of missions completed with a one-hundred percent success rate. And in the end, they lost.

Or… thought they had.

Their infiltration into the base had gone awry almost immediately, their progress halted by a team of Imperial operatives just as well trained as the Batch. They were outnumbered and outgunned.

Hunter had been knocked out before they even had a chance.

He awoke in one of Hemlock’s labs, already in the throes of whatever machine he used to break the other clones. The insidious pain wormed its way into his skull, tried to pry him open and empty him out, like a burrowing creature that wouldn’t stop until he was a hollow husk.

And even through all of that, the throbbing in his head and Hemlock’s victory speech, which Hunter flagrantly ignored, he spotted Crosshair. Unconscious and trapped in another machine, his right hand ended in a stump that the medical droid finished cauterizing.

Sorrow buried deep in his chest, and then it ignited into rage as he watched Hemlock’s progress with a furious need to tear him apart. But he couldn’t break free before the machine sent him into a blinding, consuming hole where only agony existed.

It seemed to go on for an eternity until Omega freed them, only to be taken away by Hemlock. Hunter tried to follow, but he was unsteady, off-balance, his head a hive of angry hornets. A high-pitched ringing persisted, the planet wouldn’t stop spinning around him, and he distantly wondered if he was going blind, the edges of his vision dark.

He’d never felt so helpless. He hadn’t even sensed the operative behind him, poised to shoot, until Crosshair kicked him in the shoulder and knocked him off-balance.

Hunter saw the opening and took the shot.

Only after the electrospear was in the air did he glimpse what he’d first felt in the hanger. This was the closest Hunter had been to the assassin that had followed them like an ill omen.

Something was wrong.

The spear punctured through the middle of the assassin and pinned him to the stasis pod behind him.

Hunter couldn’t move. The electromagnetic signature, the heartbeat, even the hint of a faint scent that couldn’t be covered by the uniform.

But that heartbeat was fading. Hunter stumbled forward, grabbed the assassin’s helmet.

Please no, please no, pleasedon’t—

The helmet unsealed with a hiss, and he lifted it away.

Hunter was going to be sick.

He turned to Crosshair, whose own expression had gone abnormally pale.

“Help me,” Hunter pleaded. Not knowing himself if he meant getting him down or keeping him alive or—

“Here.” Crosshair grabbed Hunter’s vibroblade from where it was clipped to the assassin’s belt and held it out to him. “Use it.”

Hunter stared at him in horror.

“On the spear,” Crosshair instructed, his voice steady as he gripped his good arm around the assassin’s chest. “Cut through it. I’ll catch him.”

It was that calm, even tone that cleared some of the panicked haze from Hunter’s head. With great care and deep, slow breaths, Hunter sliced through the small space between flesh and metal. The spear separated from the pod, its edges glowing from the vibroblade, and they carefully set him on the ground. The spear was still impaled in his stomach, and before Hunter could reach for it, Crosshair’s words stopped him cold.

“We can’t remove it. It’ll kill him.”

He’s already dying, Hunter didn’t point out. Crosshair didn’t need him to.

Hunter could feel the assassin, or who they thought was the assassin, slip further and further away. But Hunter’s senses were also clearing, and he realized they weren’t alone.

“The others,” Hunter croaked. “They’re nearby.”

Crosshair immediately understood what he wanted—he called out Echo and Wrecker’s names, all while Hunter focused on the wound he had caused. They didn’t have any bacta left, and even if they did, this would need more than what they carried around in their supply packs.

And Omega needed him. Hunter was torn in two, hunched over the figure as he stared at his pale, bloodless face, praying to the Force or whatever deity would listen that he would open his eyes. Hunter needed to see them, proof that this was real.

Their other two brothers joined them, leaning against each other and looking worse for wear. Echo favored his right shoulder, and Wrecker had been shot at least once, but those injuries were forgotten when they saw the motionless figure.

Wrecker stumbled forward, his expression its own kind of fatal wound.

“…Tech?”

Echo pulled off his stolen helmet, his own expression brittle.

“We need bacta,” Hunter said, not addressing what they all could see.

“Hunter…”

“No,” he bit out and glared up at Echo. “He’s going to be fine.”

Echo didn’t say anything, but his expression said enough. Hunter ignored him, ignored everything, his only focus on the brother who needed them. There was no mistaking him for anyone else. The same stern features softened and slack in unconsciousness.

Hunter didn’t know how it was possible, but he couldn’t- he couldn’t lose him again.

But Tech was too still, too quiet, and his lips were turning purplish-blue.

“He’s not breathing.” Hunter looked up, desperate for answers, which instinctively made him look to Crosshair. “We need a bacta tank. There has to be one somewhere on this base.”

“Not enough time. My guess, his diaphragm is punctured.”

Before Hunter could insist they do something, Crosshair’s frown went focused and he left Hunter’s side to search a side cabinet. He brought back a black case and knelt opposite Hunter on Tech’s other side. He opened it, revealing several compartments, the bottom one revealing a long syringe containing some kind of solution, along with what looked like a battery pack.

“We have to wait for his heart to stop,” Crosshair said as he lifted the syringe and examined the liquid inside.

“What?”

“Otherwise, it will just send his heart into an abnormal rhythm.” Crosshair gave Hunter a grim look. “I’ve seen Hemlock’s doctors use it enough times. The reconditioning process is… harsh.”

Hunter couldn’t think about the implications of that, how Crosshair himself might have… No. He couldn’t think about it. Not when he was so close to the edge of something he feared he wouldn’t return from.

“Wrecker.”

Their brother took a moment to respond, his face streaked with silent tears, and he looked at Crosshair with a pleading sort of confusion that was painful to even look at.

“Grab that cart over there, the one with the tubes. Once we restart his heart, we’ll need to do his breathing for him.”

Wrecker obeyed without question, quickly bringing over the equipment and setting it up next to where they knelt. Crosshair grabbed the mask but didn’t put it over Tech’s face yet, and Echo hovered nearby, also ready to help. He looked even paler than usual, and it couldn’t be easy seeing a place like this, with his brother being used in a painfully familiar way.

Hunter grit his teeth and looked up at Crosshair, determined.

“What do you need me to do?”

Crosshair met his eye with the same determination.

“Tell me when his heart stops beating.”

Hunter paced in front of the door to the surgery bay, which remained solidly shut despite how much he glared at it. It had been a long time since he’d been on a Republic medical station, and finding out Rex had a decommissioned one hidden away had been a lucky break. Maybe the Force had heard Hunter, after all.

He ached all over, his head splitting, and he could still smell the faint acrid stench of ozone and singed flesh from his own time spent in Hemlock’s machine.

But no one would be hurt by Hemlock again. He was dead, and even Hunter didn’t know who delivered the killing shot with how many bolts he and Crosshair filled him with.

Rampart was also dead, and Hunter’s only regret was that he hadn’t done the deed himself. Crosshair just seemed relieved at the news, a weight lifted off his shoulders that he’d hidden well but seemed so obvious now that it was gone.

Hunter was glad of that, he really was. He just couldn’t… settle. Couldn’t stop moving, and he continued his pacing in front of the door.

Crosshair eyed him from his spot on the bench, a toothpick in his mouth as he watched Hunter’s restless progress.

“You haven’t slept in three rotations,” he drawled. “Sit down.”

Hunter didn’t respond. How long did it take a medical droid and combat medic to finish three-hour emergency surgery?

“Hunter. You’re going to pass out.”

“I’m fine. How long since they started?”

“Twenty-six minutes. Sit.”

He almost growled a response about how he wasn’t a damn dog, but then he caught sight of Crosshair’s arm. The stump was wrapped in a medical brace, one that would provide pain relief and further healing after the cruel cauterization done by Hemlock’s droids.

Hunter let out a breath and allowed himself to sit next to Crosshair. Just the act of getting off his feet was enough for exhaustion to grip him by the neck, but he fought off its heavy weight. He wouldn’t rest until it was over.

Crosshair, apparently, had other plans.

“Come here.”

He pulled Hunter down onto his shoulder, and Hunter gave only token resistance. He naturally sought out Crosshair’s neck, burying his face there and breathing in his scent.

“Can’t sleep yet,” he mumbled but didn’t pull away.

“You’re not sleeping. You’re resting your eyes.”

Hunter let out a huff, too bone-weary to laugh. All he wanted was to pull Crosshair into his bed (their bed?) on Pabu and sleep for a week. The kids were being looked after by Echo, Rex, and Wrecker, and probably any other clone that happened to wander by. Maybe Hemlock had a point about clones being paternal, but it was the only good point he’d ever made in a long line of terrible ones.

Including what he’d said about Hunter having lost a member of his squad and history was about to repeat itself. He’d practically rubbed it in his face that Tech had been his operative this whole time.

Hunter didn’t know how Tech had survived the fall, or what he could remember, if anything. What was left of him after Hemlock’s torture? Hunter hadn’t been in that machine for long, and he’d felt strange for hours afterward, like his skin didn’t quite fit right.

Uncertainty plagued Hunter like a ghost, a shadow, not unlike how Tech’s absence had lingered over every decision he’d made since Eriadu. And now here he was. Crosshair had managed to restart his heart with the syringe filled with bacta, adrenaline, and some kind of experimental concoction that no one but Tech would have understood. The syringe had also been equipped with a battery pack that shocked his heart directly through the needle, and Hunter had to try very hard not to think about Crosshair enduring the same brutal procedure.

But it had worked, and Echo and Wrecker had carried Tech back to the shuttle while Crosshair and Hunter caught up to Omega. Hemlock had been waylaid by a group of freed clone prisoners who had managed to subdue and stun the clone commando he was always with.

Without his bodyguard, and a little help from Omega, they’d stopped Hemlock for good. Omega was finally safe, and she hadn’t let go of Hunter or Crosshair the entire journey away from Tantiss. They’d all returned from the mission, including some unexpected additions, such as the clone scientist Emerie, and a group of “Jedi tubies,” as Wrecker had taken to calling them.

They had survived. Hunter couldn’t quite believe it, and he knew part of that was due to the lack of sleep. They’d been trained to endure long periods of sleep deprivation, but this was pushing it even for them.

And with his pauldrons removed, Crosshair was very comfortable. He gently stroked Hunter’s hair, and he was so out of it he couldn’t remember when that started. He drifted in and out, fighting to stay awake. Tech still needed him.

He couldn’t fall asleep. Had to… be there when he woke up…

When the door slid open, Hunter sat upward so fast he almost headbutted Crosshair in the jaw.

Kix gave him a look of poorly hidden amusement, but there was softness there too. That had to be a good sign, right? He wouldn’t look like that if Tech was—

“How is he?” Hunter asked as he got to his feet too fast, his vision spinning. He shook his head, indicating he was fine when Kix tried to approach him, but he needn’t have bothered. Crosshair was right there at his side, looping an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

If Kix was surprised by their odd closeness, he didn’t show it.

“Stable. The surgery went well. No complications. He’s still out, but I think that’s best for now, keep him sedated and in a bacta tank.”

“For how long?” Hunter pressed, sensing something more than what Kix was saying.

“At least another three days, then I’ll reassess. It’s… not just the abdominal injury. There’s nerve damage to his spine.”

Hunter had tried to prepare himself for that. It was a lucky shot all he did was graze Tech’s spine with the spear, but still, Hunter wavered. He only remained standing because Crosshair’s supportive arm kept him that way.

“How… bad?”

“There’s a good chance of partial recovery. He may have some mobility issues, but I think he’ll do well with physical therapy.” Kix paused, as if to carefully choose his words. “That’s honestly not my biggest concern. It’s the brain damage he sustained while in Imperial custody. It’s extensive. And no, I won’t know how severe or how permanent until he wakes up.”

Hunter knew there were questions he should ask, but he couldn’t voice any of them. He simply stood there, trying to process Kix’s words.

“He might not remember us?”

Crosshair’s voice was quiet, and Kix’s gaze was sympathetic.

“He might not remember anything.”

They were silent for a long moment, and when he thought Kix might end the conversation, he gave Crosshair a curious look.

“But you went through the process, and as far as I know, you don’t have any memory recall issues. I would like to ask more about that, and the reconditioning procedure in general. The more I know about it, the better equipped I’ll be to ease him through this transition period.”

Before, Crosshair always shut down or changed the subject when his imprisonment on Tantiss was brought up. But he nodded at Kix, mouth pressed into a determined line.

“I can do that.”

“Good.” Kix glanced between them both, a brow raised. “But that can wait. You both need sleep, and I seem to have found myself with a whole medbay full of brothers requiring my attention.”

“Wait,” Hunter said as the medic started to turn away. “Can we… see him?”

Kix’s smile was soft.

“Figured you’d ask. He’s down the hall where the bacta tanks are stationed. Tank two, though I’m sure you’ll have no trouble picking him out.”

“Thank you, Kix. Really.”

The medic put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“We’ve come a long way from Anaxes, eh?”

Hunter let out a tired chuckle.

“A lifetime.”

It really did feel that way. Hunter wasn’t the same person he was then, but that could be said of all of them.

Especially their brother suspended in the tank, Hunter and Crosshair watching him, side-by-side. He looked peaceful, slightly curled as he floated in the soft blue light, and Hunter was suddenly reminded of the clone incubators on Kamino. Something sharp twinged in his chest, settling into a dull ache.

He leaned against Crosshair, barely able to keep his own feet between the exhaustion and imbalance that Hemlock’s machine had caused. He’d have to have Kix look at him later. For now, he just wanted to see his family together again, in a way he hadn’t thought possible.

Worst case, Tech might not remember anything, but he was still Tech. Hunter was sure there was some part of him that would fight its way to the surface. Tech was just as much a soldier as they were, and he wouldn’t give up. He was too stubborn for that.

They would just have to wait.

“Think we can find a spare bunk?” Crosshair asked quietly, his eyes still on their brother suspended in the bacta solution. “At this point, any horizontal surface will do.”

Hunter considered it. He was far too tired to do anything, but if Crosshair wanted to just… well, use him, then—yeah, Hunter was fine with that. More than fine with it. He found himself wanting to touch Crosshair, reassure himself they were both still there. Crosshair still smelled too much like that place, and Hunter wanted to claim every inch of him until Crosshair smelled like… well, him.

At Hunter turning his head to nose against his neck and pull him closer, Crosshair gave an indignant noise.

“For sleep, Hunter.”

“Oh.”

He might have been embarrassed if he was more awake, but as it was, he was now exhausted with a confusing half-erection.

Crosshair sighed and tugged Hunter by his waist. Hunter looked back one last time, reassured himself that Tech was still there, and let Crosshair take him where he wanted.

Next Chapter

[brainrotparsecsaway]

I think it is high time I made an introduction so here we are!

I'm still very new to tumblr so I'm slowly working on how this place works!

Hello, the name is Ezra, he/working on becoming him. This is my star wars blog! I mostly do oc art, but you might see fan art or reblogs every now and again

Bg3/dnd blog: @brainrotdungeons

Spider-verse blog: @brainrotinverse

Artfight: https://artfight.net/~Brainrotparsecsaway

Featured characters under cut

Quasar Dess: former jedi knight, currently a smuggler

A nit picky thing, but his name is pronounced "Kwuh-zaar" kinda more like how aqua is, just so you know :)

Leyc Gooran: half clone and a war vet

BD-droid "Bucket": Quasar's explorer droid from the rebublic era

(Pantoran/Mikkian) Zim Kilan: Quasar's deceased padawan

Gurmenas: imperial siding mercenary and kinda Leyc's ex

The two mandos: Orange is Tranyc or Ra and green/black is Korar, they're @keep-the-socks-on-karta's characters, I just think they're neat so I draw them :D

Dead Zone Platoon: including lieutenant Phoenix, Sargent Gear, Kelp, Anch (medic), Wreck, Dush and Omen. All apart of Quasar's jedi era Platoon. Aid and Hazard are characters of a friend of mine who doesn't have tumblr, but since they're apart of the Platoon during the clone wars they're also included in my drawings

Any extra lore about them can be found on my art fight :DD

[pastel-medic]

Hii first of all i love the miss pauling art well all of youre art really xd

Second um 23 and 2?

2. "A headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!"

I've seen headcanons about the BLU mercenaries being genetic clones of the RED (which makes the RED mercs the og) which I didn't really think much of but after a while I thought it was a pretty cool concept! Personally I've always thought of them all being different save for a few sibling exceptions (e.g. the Medic Brothers)

23. "The fandom you're curious about because of a mutual"

I've been very curious about the Good Omens fandom and I haven't actually watched any of the seasons despite knowing the characters by name and having seen lots of clips of them 😔 I'll change that one day tho

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 4 Reveals 2023

something like a prayer [text, audio] (The Magnus Archives (Podcast)) written by Lua, performed by semperfiona Summary: It’s a never-ending prayer: his heart belongs to her. . . . It’s a never-ending prayer: his heart belongs to him.

A Lesson in Binary (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types) written by cac0daemonia, performed by Flowerparrish

Angelic Rage Generates Humdingers (ARGH) (Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)) written by Sodium_Azide, performed by Djapchan and Sodium_Azide Summary: Their bosses have less than no idea about the best way to actually get things done, so this cooperation with The Enemy is important in a couple of ways. Face-to-face conversations are easy, but few and far between. The humans have invented plenty of ways to communicate long distance-it will probably be fine. In which Crowley's handwriting is the true enemy, and Aziraphale somehow invents the Twitter thread via actual birds.

These Are the Words You’re Looking For [text, audio] (The Mandalorian (TV)) written by bluegeekEM, performed by blackglass Summary: The droidsmiths were onto something when they created the IG-11 mecha, so Din turns to them and Greef for help once again. (And again. And again...)

A Nightmare within a Dream (Hannibal (TV)) written by poppetawoppet, performed by NotBatman52 Summary: A Princess Bride fusion, as every fandom deserves at least one.

Illness of the Heart (The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien) created by Sivan325, PolynomialPandemic, and Juulna Summary: Gandalf could hear a very distinct coughing sound and when he stepped inside the room, there were green leaves everywhere. He stepped closer to examine the prince, and it was then that he noticed a symbol, inked over the prince's heart; a sword, a bow, and an axe. The elf prince looked paler than Gandalf had ever seen him.

The Great Globe Itself Job (Leverage) written by shadowsong26, performed by Shakespeare_stole_my_url and Wereflamingo Summary: So this is the Leverage team, going about their business--in the style of William Shakespeare.

The Art of Not Letting Go (Ted Lasso (TV)) written by rockinhamburger, performed by klb Summary:Beard takes a deep breath and gives in to the impulse he’s been restraining for weeks: “But with your permission, I'd love to run off this plane and into her arms.”

Ted’s eyes widen now, and Beard watches anxiously for hints of how he’s taking this. Ted leans back in his seat and closes his eyes for a few moments, like he’s doing some internal reflection. Then he opens his eyes again, looks at Beard, and says, soft and quiet, “No.”

No. The no hangs in suspension as Beard struggles to make sense of it, that’s how sure he was Ted would say yes. He’s too surprised to speak. He must be taking too long because Ted shifts forward, expression conflicted. “Now, obviously you got free will, Beard. I’m not about to tell you what to do. You’re free to make whatever choice you want, so if you wanna stay here… stay with her? I trust you to make good choices, and I’ll support whatever you choose.” Ted lets out a slow, emotional breath. “But if you’re asking for my permission, I--” He visibly swallows, “I’m not giving it.”

The Ones Who Need Us (The Ones We Need) [text, audio] (Good Omens (TV)) written by estelraca, performed by justaphage Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley haven't just had each other through the years. The problem is that pets (and people) just never last long enough.

Once a great love (Original Work) created by Colourofsaying, Flowerparrish, Hagar, jennisaisquoi, kittona, MsTiggy, Rambling_Company, sapphoenyx, stargateinmybasement, and bluedreaming Summary:“Once a great love cut my life in two. The first part goes on twisting at some other place like a snake cut in two.” -Yehuda Amichai Far out in the Asian Badlands, Colonel Dr. Baek needs to keep alive a psychic who just lost her supporting partner, and solve a seemingly-unrelated medical mystery.

I Am Not There (I Did Not Die) (The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir) written by zombified_queer, performed by CrimsonMoonn Summary: After everything that's happened, John Gaius, the Emperor Undying, takes a moment to read the letters his Saints have sent and kept secret behind his back.

[imrowanartist]

TRTC Master Overview

The Road to Concordia is an alternate universe shared by myself, @anstarwar, @itsstrangelypermanent and @r2wedoomed, that roughly follows canon with the exception that a lot of characters who die, actually survive (because they deserved better, damn it). After Order 66 is where we diverge a bit more from canon, by having a lot of the freed clones settle on Concordia. For a rundown of events, we have made a timeline, which you can check out here!

Below is a cheat sheet for the most prominent of our OCs, with links to the ones who already have a character sheet.

Imrowanartist’s OCs:

Nova - CT-5928

Bio: Captain of Halo Company, CT bumped up to officer, part of the first ‘mutie’ batch. Batchmates with Purrgil. 

Personality: Friendly, open, but can be strict when necessary. Double dose of Dad Gene.

Partner: None. Identifies as Aroace

Kids: Tani Gilamar II, a little Pantoran girl he adopted at 1yr old. Kio, Halo’s padawan, is a pseudo son.

Keerahn ‘Kio’ Januro (Togruta)

Bio: Halo’s padawan Commander. Became a padawan two years before the war, but has a flaky master. He has a twin sister.

Personality: Needs time to warm up to people. Both overconfident and insecure. Likes pranks.

Partner: None

Kids: None

Purrgil - CT-5929

Bio: CMO of Halo Company, spent some time training under Mij Gilamar. Has formed a Medic-Trooper pair with Yara.

Personality: Grumpy, kind of a jerk really, though cares deeply. Terrible bedside manner. Gets jealous easily, often out of protectiveness. 

Partner: Nash

Kids: Jillian Gilamar Teren, his biological daughter from a fling during the war.

Yara - CT-8997

Bio: Hacked his own files so he could be assigned to Halo when he was 8yrs old. Loses his hearing at the end of the war. Medic-Trooper pair with Purrgil.

Personality: Shy at first, and quiet, but actually has a pretty sharp sense of humor. Too smart for his own good. Very geeky.

Partner: Cal Kestis

Kids: none

Omen - CT-4726 (all pronouns)

Bio: A Coruscant Guard Medic. No one really knows how he managed to pass his training and get off Kamino…

Personality: Cheerful, and just plain weird. Doesn’t know he’s Force sensitive and gets impressions of the future sometimes. Medic-Trooper pair with Moxie.

Partner: None. Identifies as Aromantic

Kids: Frog, the Tooka

Silence - (A)RC-7737

Bio: Originally trained as a commando, later re-trained as an ARC Trooper. Part of Halo Company. He is Force Sensitive but keeps that quiet.

Personality: Soft spoken, quiet, pretty serious. He often exudes a calm presence.

Partner: Hoagie

Kids: Kai, a Force sensitive twi’lek orphan they adopt at 4yrs old. Senna, a ‘failed’ Boba prototype who was kept in cryo. He is 2yrs old when they rescue him.

Karsha Januro (Togruta)

Bio: Jedi Padawan who trained as a Healer under Vokara Che. Sometimes accompanies younglings to Ilum. Twin sister of Kio.

Personality: Gentle, though strong-willed. Classy, likes things to be done well.

Partner: Fritz

Kids: Izka ‘Izzy’ Januro

Fixit - ARC-1257

Bio: Originally an ARC for Halo Company, but got transferred to the Coruscant Guard. Works mostly spec ops under Thire.

Personality: Kind, funny and a bit nerdy. Can have razor focus on a task, but also likes to joke around and flirt with people.

Partner: Renay Eli

Kids: Saradii Eli, his daughter with Renay

Other OCs:

Jinn, a Halo Lieutenant

Storm, a Halo lieutenant

Gunner, a Halo lieutenant

Ryo, a 212th medic

Renay Eli, a human woman from Coruscant

Tordann Woves, Nova’s climbing buddy

Jill Gilamar, Purrgil’s daughter

Tani Gilamar, Nova’s daughter

Kai Vennex (shared with Anstarwar), Hoagie and Si’s child (nonbinary)

Senna Vennex (Shared with Anstarwar) Hoagie and Si’s son.

Saradii Eli, Fixit and Renay’s daughter

Grisly, Yara’s batchmate

Anstarwar’s OCs:

Poke - CT-8585 (they/them)

Bio: A Coruscant Guard Medic and Geonosis veteran, who often travels along with Thorn on diplomatic missions. 

Personality: Friendly, outgoing and a bleeding heart. Bit of a ho after they first arrive at the CG. Medic-Trooper pair with Arrow.

Partner: Carrion

Kids: Twins Leo and Stone (jr.), adopted around 10 BBY

Hoagie - CT-2455

Bio: 501st Medic, part of Griffin squad and best friend of Twitch. 

Personality: Grumpy, doesn’t get along well with most. He cares deeply for his patients and close friends however. Medic-Trooper pair with Twitch

Partner: Silence

Kids: Kai, a Force sensitive twi’lek orphan they adopt at 4yrs old. Senna, a ‘failed’ Boba prototype who was kept in cryo.

Twitch - CT-5445

Bio: 501st trooper part of Griffin squad who later becomes an ARC. Best friends with Shay and Hoagie. Medic-Trooper pair with Hoagie.

Personality: Exuberant, generally happy and positive. Definitely has ADHD.

Partner: Shay Vennex

Kids: Quills Vennex, their adopted human/Mikkian daughter

Shay Vennex (Zabrak)

Bio: Born a nightsister, but sold to a pirate clan at a young age. Becomes a bounty hunter after her escape. Force sensitive.

Personality: Kind, suffers no fools. Wary of unknown people, but friendly and outgoing with those she does know.

Partner: Twitch

Kids: Quills Vennex, their adopted human/Mikkian daughter

Moxie - CT-5678

Bio: A Coruscant Guard ARF trooper, who is part of Hound’s squad. Medic-Trooper pair with Omen. 

Personality: Cheery to a fault, very laidback and friendly.

Partner: Scorch

Kids: Waffles the Massiff

Reaper - (CT-22-666)

Bio: Part of the 41st Elite battalion and Bantha squad. Prefers to use a vibro-pickaxe and has the nickname ‘Reaper the Lunatic’

Personality: Acts first, thinks later, though he has a squishy heart

Partner: Gears

Kids: Axe Woves is their semi adopted son, shared with Del and Bitsy

Gears - RC-2025, demoted to CT-2025

Bio: A deck tech mechanic for the 41st elite. Was supposed to be a Commando, but got demoted to CT because he was too soft. Force Sensitive.

Personality: Quiet and observant, sensitive to sound. Initially has severe self esteem issues.

Partner: Reaper

Kids: Axe Woves is their semi adopted son, shared with Del and Bitsy

Other OCs:

Nyx, part of Howzer’s battalion

Sergeant Fallon, Griffin Squad’s Sergeant 

Rev, Griffin Squad’s sniper

Arrow, Coruscant Guard Shock Trooper, promoted to 41st Elite’s ARC

Chell, nickname ‘Doc,’ a Miralian Jedi Padawan

Chi Tanne, a togruta Jedi

Kai Vennex (shared with Imrowanartist), Hoagie and Si’s child

Senna Vennex (Shared with Imrowanartist) Hoagie and Si’s son.

Leo Jr. and Stone (shared with Itsstrangelypermanent), Poke and Car’s adopted twins 

Waffles the Massiff

Quills Vennex, adopted daughter of Twitch and Shay

Ari and Ori, twins part of Bantha squad

Jynx, part of Bantha Squad

Master Rin, Cathar Jedi Master, padawans include Chi Tanne and later Chell

Hobbs, Weequay bounty hunter, mentor to Shay

Itsstrangelypermanent’s OCs:

Nuts - CT-42-3942

Bio: A medic pulled from Kamino too early due to a shortage. Bounced around several battalions until ending up with the 104th. Medic-Trooper pair with Keeli

Personality: Initially quiet and withdrawn due to trauma, he’s actually a pretty excitable and happy person. 

Partner: Keeli

Kids: Pseudo adopts Wedge Antilles after the war

Carrion - CC-1397

Bio: CMO of the Coruscant Guard.. Geonosis veteran, who badly injured his knee which never healed right. Trained under Mij Gilamar. Medic-Trooper pair with Stone

Personality: Gruff and no-nonsense, though he has a soft spot for his junior medics. Terrible at self-care.

Partner: Poke

Kids:Twins Leo and Stone (jr.), adopted around 10 BBY

Nash - Alpha-23

Bio: Originally deployed with the 649th which was destroyed. Sent back to Kamino afterward, to help train new troops.

Personality: Infinite patience and is immune to bullshit. Sharp sense of humor, often in a gruff way.

Partner: Purrgil

Kids: Has adopted Jill as his own daughter

Fritz - CT-4641

Bio: A young trooper, deployed with the 212th only towards the end of the war. He accompanies Karsha on a mission to Ilum when O66 hits. Goes blind later on.

Personality: Calm, collected. Sometimes comes across as shy. 

Partner: Karsha Januro

Kids: Izka ‘Izzy’ Januro

Del - CT-0213

Bio: 41st battalion medic and Geonosis veteran. Reconditioned multiple times because he was too soft. Medic-Trooper pair with Bitsy

Personality: Quiet, shy and generally a bit nervous. Has severe anxiety due to his reconditionings

Partner: Bitsy

Kids: Axe Woves is their semi adopted son, shared with Gears and Reaper

Bitsy - CT-8293

Bio: Geonosis veteran and part of the 41st and Bantha squad. Big guy.

Personality: Straight forward and no-nonsense. Has an innate sense to protect.

Partner: Del

Kids: Axe Woves is their semi adopted son, shared with Gears and Reaper

Other OCs:

Grim, CMO of the 104th

Happ, 501st, medic-trooper pair with Coric

Pait, Coruscant Guard Medic

Inky, Coruscant Guard trooper

Sticks, Coruscant Guard Medic

Ludo, Coruscant Guard medic

Leo Jr. and Stone (shared with Anstarwar), Poke and Car’s adopted twins

r2wedoomed’s OCs:

Sill - CT-9878

Bio: Captain in the 188th battalion of Kit Fisto, promoted by Monnk in the beginning of the war, Quip is his batchmate.

Personality: Determined to do what is best for his men, protective but capable of letting go if needed. Can 100% solve a strategic problem, but will also hit himself in the face while opening a jar

Partner: Aurey

Kids: Mouse, semi adopted during the war, officially adopter after

Aurey - CT-8489

Bio: ARC trooper in the 188th, had one disastrous mission where he lost his ARC partner Ghost. After that he got paired with Vaughn and was assigned to Sill’s company.

Personality: generous and practical, laughs easily, thinks before acting and is not prone to anger except in the mornings.

Partner: Sill

Kids: Mouse, semi adopted during the war, officially adopter after

Quip - CT-9880

Bio: CMO of the 188th, followed the medic track on Kamino together with Lilo, but did everything in his power to get assigned to Sill’s battalion. Medic-Trooper pair with Paulie.

Personality: methodical; shows his affection by taking care of you (aggressively), he loves fiercely, but struggles to tell people so.

Partner: Marku Matrhy

Kids: None

Ty - CT-0990

Bio: Lieutenant in the Coruscant Guard. Often works with Fixit. Bounced around a lot of battalions but lost all his friends and close brothers on Geonosis

Personality: a kind soul, but subconsciously reluctant to make deep connections with people as he fears to lose them; great actor, loves to tell stories, great with kids, loathes silence, listens to funky music

Partner: Lilo

Kids: None

Lilo - CT-2345 (they/them)

Bio: Coruscant Guard Medic, assigned to CG immediately after Geonosis, lost their batchmate Leaf on Geonosis and therefore has a leaf tattooed on their cheek.

Personality: down to earth, emotionally stable, loves their job, level-headed; not an unreasonable medic, willing to engage in a discussion, but will need a convincing reason to change their mind about letting you leave the medbay or not

Partner: Ty

Kids: None

Marku Matrhy (Pantoran)

Bio: Used to be a history teacher on a Pantoran colony until the Empire decided that his teachings were too critical. He fled before they could arrest him, forcing him to leave his ancestral home behind. He drifted around the galaxy for a bit until he met Quip four years after O66.

Personality: incredibly warm person, very patient, great storyteller; will absolutely call you out on your bullshit. Loves baking, long walks in the snow and those kind of old history books that make you afraid you break the page when you turn it.

Partner: Quip

Kids: None

Other OCs:

Mouse, Sill and Aurey’s foundling

Gus, 188th Lieutenant

Pepper, 188th sergeant

Day, 188th Captain

Pip, 188th trooper

Gwyn, 188th trooper

Paulie, 188th sergeant

Spectre, ARC trooper in 188th

[sulevinen]

OC masterlist

to be updated

check the tag #sulevocs for more oc lore

Mandalorians

Kara

A young orphan who dreams of the stars and set her world ablaze for freedom.

Ti’Khonoff Ikari

Also known as Tika, she is a force to be reckoned with, hardened by life and walking with a trail of blood behind her.

Stolas Kiant

Stolas is a young mandalorian in constant search of a family that wouldn’t be taken away from him.

Cebyi’tra Alene

Cebyi’tra is the leader of the Tra’ade Clan from Laar’yaim, and she is ruthless and strong like the ocean waves, capable of smoothing a stone over time.

Orar ”Trapper” Alene a.k.a Bear

A lone huntsman in the far northern forests of Laar’yaim herds chickens and foxes, and has a knack for crafting animal figurines and jewellery. His looks might be intimidating, but he is a kind soul through and through.

Naakka

From a family of death omens, Naakka exists out of the bounds of this reality to cope with the loss of her people.

Riego

Only known as Riego, this young boy almost assassinated the Chancellor at the beginning of his assassin career. Despite his accident prone nature and goofy antics, Fox lets him and his multiplying rats stay in the HQ of the Coruscant Guard.

Jedi

Venya’yev’dokeo, Venya’yu’salov and Venya’šjia’yenia

Siblings hailing from the planet Csilla. The oldest brother Veyeke is a Jedi Scholar specialized in Sith artifacts, Veyulov is training to become a Dark Sider hunter, and Vešie is mere raw potential hidden in a shell of a shy girl.

Syna and Milo

Twins only similar with their looks, not heart, soul, or life. The two lived separate lives close to each other, but always lightyears away at heart, and the distance only grows as they age.

Jedi General Cyd Merell

Steadfast and intelligent, Cyd leads their ”Lucky Battallion” with their kind heart and calm senses.

Padawan Commander Kino Valorina

Kino is a child of two shadowy worlds that always call her to join the dark side. With the help of her master, she might prevail.

Scarlet Rumine

The Force is an artwork and Scarlet is hyperfixated on brushing over every hurt on the large canvas. With her healing abilities, she aids the clones in the aftermaths of battles with her small group of Jedi healers.

Clones

190th Battallion

Captain Ceres

A fatherly and compassionate leader, who tries his hardest to get the Collision Company through hell and back alive.

Lieutenant Pearl

Endlessly loyal and caring towards her family, Pearl is willing to sacrifice anything to keep her Skylight Platoon safe.

Sergeant Surge

Nobody really knows how he managed to get promoted, but the otherwise goofy daredevil is smart and cunning in battle.

Crimson Squad

The only survivors of the Amber Platoon, led by Kino, full of young troopers willing to fight and too stubborn to lose.

Bombsquad Catharsis

Sergeant Heat

A hot-headed and reliable Sergeant who has led his bombsquad through countless missions.

Blowout

The glue that holds the squad together, and keeps Raff still and Nau’ur close.

Nau’ur

Nau’ur was once happy, illuminating every space with his smile. His tired eyes have seen too many battles and felt too much loss to ever get that light back.

Raff

Bitter and explosive.

Coruscant Guard

Tipocans:

Lieutenant Farewell

Orderly and brave, Fox’s trusted Lieutenant spends most of his time in the lower levels, and somehow always manages to resurface alive.

Sergeant Tide

One of Fox’s closest friends whom is popular amongst the Senators.

Sergeant Rime

A bit rough around the edges, but eager to succeed.

Medic Wail

Rex’s batchmate who lost too many limbs and too many patients, saved from decommissioning by Fox.

Husk and Dive

A package deal of two troopers, glued to each others sides and orbiting each other like twin Suns.

Astronaut

A bit spaced out and dreamy clone who went through multiple recons and landed in the Coruscant Guard, where he makes friends with Eldtritch beings and writes crackship fanfiction of Clovis and Jar Jar.

Alert and Dozy

Twins from the 501st who returned from the battle of Umbara traumatized and scarred. True to their names, Alert is observant and quick on her feet, Dozy seems out of it most of the time and keeps falling asleep unexpectedly.

Coruscantis:

The Crescents

Thorn’s squad is made of confident and passionate young men.

The Fireworks

Stone’s squad is full of loud troublemakers.

The Whistles

Thire’s squad is mature and ready for anything.

CMO Seventy

Medics were in their own curriculum, specializing in medicine and urgent care, and Seventy was at the top of their class.

[first-frost-fallen-snow]

《Backstory》

TWs: child abuse, death, car accident, drunken driving, unethical experimentation, human experimentation, alcoholism, war, medical malpractice

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Simon Harrington grew up in an abusive household, where his father was an alcoholic and constantly beat Simon. Simon was left half dead most days, left to tend to himself before he bled out. One day, his father brought home another child named Emerick. He didn't have time to get to know his brother, and was soon forced to kill him with his bare hands.

Since then, Simon was never the same. He was punished with gashes over the smallest things and never even flinched. Soon, his father killed his mother in a drunken rage, and he decided to run. Being in the middle of a war, he had to flee to Retuiryn for safety. He was nearly killed, having to be smuggled out by a kind citizen.

Simon went from home to home, eventually finding one caring enough to keep him safe. From there he went to college to become a doctor, wanting to help people in the ways he was never allowed. In his college years, he met Dianne Calim, a single mother who stole his heart. The two fell in love and eloped shortly after graduation, and worked in the same hospital afterwards.

When they had their first son, Simon named him after the brother he never knew. Emerick. They then had Daniel, and Omen, and were going to have another. While heavily pregnant and nearing the due date, Dianne was invited to her sister's wedding. Not wanting to miss it, she brought the family with her.

But Simon, like his father, was an alcoholic, and couldn't resist the champagne. He became inebriated quickly, and just as he was thoroughly drunk, the baby was ready to be born. Simon tried rushing Dianne to the hospital, leaving their kids with her sister and telling everyone he was fine enough to drive.

He wasn't.

Simon ended up swerving right off of a bridge.

He awoke at the crash site, thrown out of his car with his arm and leg so mangled they were unsalvageable. He had crashed into the tomb of a dead god known as Equilibrium. Seeing his wife's body, the anguish in his heart was so powerful it revived the god. The god offered him a deal, giving him the power to make armies and live forever. Even the power to bring back the dead, if he promised to conquer the world in the name of the god.

Desperate, he accepted this offer, and blacked out.

He woke up again in a hospital, told that his wife was gone, but they managed to save the unborn child. With his newfound power, he single handedly founded the G-MAC Facilities by creating failed experiments and needing a place to contain them. Going mad with power and desperation, he began to abuse his children by turning them into experiments as well.

Emerick had the worst of it, being torn apart and put back together again. Daniel perished from the intensity, Omen gained new abilities, and Nathan - his youngest - was locked in a room where he was monitored by Jacob Williams.

During this time, Simon tried to fill the void in his chest left by the death of his wife, and began to manipulate his employees into relationships. He had Percival with Cody Greene, an employee that was only twenty at the time. Delmira was a failed clone of Dianne, and given to Hestien Nevysa. Olivia and Ryan were twins, though another failed experiment and remained by Simon as they proved to be useful. Odell and Elwood were another set of twins, both born from an unknown partner. Odell remained locked in captivity while Elwood became a researcher in the facilities.

As Simon grew in power, he married Jacob for the benefits and used him easily. Jacob soon turned on Simon, shooting him until the gun ran out of ammunition. While Simon was sent to the void, Jacob found a way to lock him in there.

Every day in the outside world was a year in the void. Simon spent almost two thousand years in absolute nothingness.

By a pure miracle, Simon somehow was freed, and found himself in the home of June Hatfield. Only roughly five years had passed in the outside world, and June recognized the man who nearly destroyed the world. Realizing he had forgotten everything, she gave him a second chance and renamed him to Raymond.

As Raymond, Simon started to live a life of happiness, unaware as to what he had done only five years in the past.

[anstarwar]

Omen takes very good care of their tooka niece Toad

Clone Medic Omen belongs to @imrowanartist and is utterly delightful

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Good omens fics - 2019 roundup

Hi, yes, I’m copying everyone else and making a list of all the fics I wrote in 2019. I really need this for myself anyway because, after banging out 29 fics in the span of a few months, I’m beginning to lose track of what I even wrote.

So here is a full, handy masterlist of all my works, with rating, wordcount, and a one-line summary.

Under the cut because it’s a whole lot of porn! 🎉

Peach - Explicit, 2,503 words Aziraphale is curious about Crowley's tempting powers and asks the demon to try them on him.

Seven - Explicit, 3,740 words Crowley asks Aziraphale to take him through the seven stages of religious ecstasy.

Yours from the start - Explicit, 18,347 words Crowley and Aziraphale have been sleeping together since the Eden, and keep going throughout all of human history, somehow still managing to pine for each other incessantly.

Fourth time's the charm - Explicit, 4,905 words It takes Aziraphale and Crowley exactly four tries and a few hundred years to confess their feelings for each other and get together.

Any way you want - Explicit, 5893 words Aziraphale makes Crowley believe he's not interested in sex for a while just to surprise him by giving him everything he wants all at once and trying out a few new things.

A Brief History of Touch - Explicit, 11,849 words A tale of all the times they touch, or don't, throughout the six thousand years they want each other but don't dare saying it aloud.

Side effects - Explicit, 7,316 words After they get together, they completely lose track of time and spend months in bed, until Crowley tries to take them out on a romantic date.

That time in Venice - Explicit, 6,603 words Crowley and Aziraphale are set to attend a masquerade ball in Venice, and Crowley helps Aziraphale putting on his costume and with a few other things.

A feeling of love - General Audiences, 2,664 words Warlock is now 16 and really wants to become a YouTuber, so he visits a little village in the South Downs because people swear they can feel a peculiar "feeling of love" permeating the air

Do it again - Explicit, 7,461 words Crowley has a dream where he's been captured by Heaven and Aziraphale interrogates him while edging him, then he wakes up and the real Aziraphale take care of him several times.

An act of Mercy - Explicit, 7,931 words Crowley finds out Aziraphale has a secret taste for rougher sex, so he does his best to satisfy him, which gives him a lot of thoughts over guilt and shame and their relationship with God in general.

Stages of knowing - Explicit, 20,852 words After the bodyswap, Heaven and Hell attack them again, which brings up all sorts of feelings in them, so Aziraphale and Crowley finally get together and explore sex and intimacy little by little.

One day - Explicit, 3,147 words Crowley and Aziraphale have been having a secret relationship, and in the 1950s, while Aziraphale is female-presenting for a job, he offers to wash Crowley's hair and ends up doing way more than that.

It's the wine - Explicit, 4,729 words Aziraphale and Crowley have some fun having sex while playing around with swapping bodies.

Magic rush - Explicit, 9,962 words Aziraphale gets cold feet and decides to leave the country, so Crowley only has one night to convince him to stay.

Contrappasso - Explicit, 2,409 words A few glances into their very happy life once they get together for good.

A sleight of hand - Explicit, 8,277 words Crowley owns a particular kind of doll that he can make to look like anyone and move as he pleases, and of course there's only one angel he would like to clone.

The Fall - Explicit, 4,182 words Aziraphale and Crowley talk about the demon's Fall and everything that followed.

To build a home - Teen And Up Audiences, 3,345 words Crowley suspects Aziraphale wants to go back to Heaven while Aziraphale prepares a house for them to move in together.

The slowest moving object in the universe - General Audiences, 4,996 words Crowley and Aziraphale spend a day by the lake, asking each other personal questions as a game, coming closer and closer to bringing to light their feelings for each other.

By miracle or by coincidence - Teen And Up Audiences, 1,839 words During WW2, Aziraphale is a field medic and Crowley, as a snake, accidentally ends up on a plane crossing the English Channel.

Desecrated - Explicit, 3,017 words While working undercover in the same nunnery, they have sex in a church.

The Glass Case - Explicit, 7,406 words Crowley accidentally gets himself stuck in a human-sized glass case and Aziraphale decides to tease him about it, as long as they can stand not touching, at least.

Red Salvia - Explicit, 4,420 words Crowley confesses he doesn't know how to ask for what he wants, so he begs Aziraphale to read his mind, even though he knows the angel will see that what he wants is to be told exactly what to do.

Catching up - Explicit, 782 words Crowley whispers filth into Aziraphale's ear concerning using a different Effort than usual.

The Birth of Cain - Mature, 3,123 While Aziraphale stays behind, Crowley helps out Adam and Eve in their first few months outside of Eden.

Not in the stars - General Audiences, 9,123 words Crowley is an angel who asks too many questions, Aziraphale is a demon who is really terrible at his job.

Not a Big Deal - Mature, 5,591 words. Crowley and Aziraphale are subjected to Gabriel wanting to throw a Christmas party at the bookshop, and also some of Gabriel's dirty little secrets.

[ahumansvoid]

Obi-wan and Wish’s Caff

So, short story of Obi-wan and Wish’s Caff told from Omen’s perspective.

This could happen at any point within the Interviews Universe, before the Follow up, after it, idk whenever. So I’m posting it here because it’s just a sweet little story.

This story takes place in my Interviews Universe and Omen is introduced in the third installment of the series Obi-wan is Not Happy

Story is under the cut.

Characters: Omen- Clone OC, Juniper - Clone OC, Obi-wan Kenobi

Words: 1279

Something was wrong.

General Kenobi was drinking tea out of a thermos. 

That wasn’t unusual. 

But one of the shinies had delivered it to him.

That was.

General Kenobi was very particular about his Tea. He would drink any the Troopers brought him, but the General really only trusted himself, Admiral Kitos and Commander Cody to brew it properly.

And after getting his tea, the General had said ‘Just as I requested. Thank you.’

Which meant he requested a Shiny to bring him tea. 

Which was wrong.

Omen should probably be paying attention to the battle plan, but this was bugging him.

“Hey General?” Juniper calls, disturbing the meeting, “What kind of tea are you drinking?”

General Kenobi looked confused but answered, “Black.”

Juniper nods and switches to internal comms, ”He is not drinking Black Tea.”

Omen, also on internal comms, asks, “The Fuck do you mean?”

”Look at the Generals face when he drinks it, the vague disgust and displeasure, he only looks like that when he drinks something General Yoda gives him. It doesn’t matter how bad a shinies tea is, he never makes that face. Especially when he’s drinking Black Tea. He has a more content look.” Juniper explains.

It takes a lot not to look over at Juniper, because What the fuck?

“And you know this shit how?”  It was nice that Omen wasn’t the only one seeing something wrong. But that was weird.

”Look we all have things to keep ourselves sane. Mine just happens to be tracking the General’s reactions to Tea. Why would he lie about what Tea he’s drinking?” Juniper asks, pulling the conversation back on topic.

Omen looked around the bridge and saw the shiny who had given General Kenobi his tea hanging by the door. ”Give me a sec.” Omen walked over to the Shiny and pulled him out into the hall away from the Bridge, and switched off internal comms. “Did you brew the tea you gave to General Kenobi?”

“No.” The Shiny shrugs.

“Who did?”

“Wish.”

Omen almost had a conniption. 

That conniving little fuckwit.

Omen is making that bastard do a million pushups. 

Seriously Wish?

 “Does General Kenobi know?”

“He asked me to get Wish to brew him Black Tea using caff in place of water.”

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Omen bangs his head against the wall.

Fuck.

Of course the General would do that.

For fucks sake.

Omen groans and heads back onto the bridge, removing his helmet as he does. He makes a beeline for the General and pulls the Tea Thermos out of his hands. The General, not expecting it, allows it to happen. And then looks at Omen shocked.

Well, the entire bridge is looking at Omen shocked.

He doesn’t really care.

“The Hell Omen?” Cody calls.

“Who made your tea General?” Omen asks, ignoring Cody. He sniffed it, it smelled like any other Black Tea. Despite the copious amounts of caff in it. Weird.

“Wha- A shiny did at my request.” General Kenobi was an impressive actor, Omen could give him that. “May I have it back?”

“Just leaves and water?”

“Yes.”

Omen keeps eye contact with General Kenobi as he takes a drink of the thermos.

And immediately after swallowing it coughs into his arm. “The fuck General?” Omen feels the Tea Thermos being taken out of his hand but he doesn’t really care.

That’s not just tea brewed with caff. That’s caff brewed with caff brewed with caff brewed with caff concentrate. 

The fuck Wish? No wonder he banned from making Caff.

“It’s tea.” 

“It has Wish’s caff in place of water.” Omen honestly felt closer to death now than he ever did on the battle field. The General was planning on drinking that entire thermos?

“What?!”

General Kenobi cleared his throat, “Enough about my drink, we were discussing siege plans?” 

No one responded. Everyone on the bridge was just looking at General Kenobi with a mix of horror and concern.

“Sir,” Cody starts, “When was the last time you slept?”

“That’s not really relevant.”

“Well, unless you tell us, I’m afraid I’ll have to change our course and inform Master Unduli we won’t be able to assist.” Admiral Kitos states. 

“Wha- but Luminara-”

Admiral Kitos raised an eyebrow, “Then you best tell us when you last slept.”

Omen had never seen General Kenobi look so offended. “It really is none of your concern.”

Admiral Kitos nods, “Very well. Private Honu, drop us from hyperspace ASAP and change our destination, Private Mund please ready a message to send to General Unduli about us being unable to assist.”

“Wha- No! Hold on. Belay all of that.” Both Privates hesitate. Kitos outranks General Kenobi. But they’re supposed to obey the Jedi.

“Are you ready to tell us when you last slept?”

“Technically-”

“Slept. Not meditated.” Omen nearly laughed when the General expression turned to an annoyed pout.

He huffs a sigh, “Eighty hours ago.”

“Private Honu how long until we arrive?”

“Two hours sir!”

Admiral Kitos nods, “Master Kenobi, go nap. We will wake you when we have a 30 minutes ETA, and brief you.”

“No. I will-”

Admiral Kitos ignores General Kenobi’s protests, “Captain Omen, Lieutenant Juniper, take General Kenobi to his quarters. If he refuses to rest, take him to the med bay.”

“Yes sir!” Omen and Juniper chorus. Omen pops his helmet back on then grabs the Tea Thermos from General Kenobi, handing it over to Cody before grabbing the General’s arm and physically guiding him off the bridge, Juniper grabbing his other arm.

“Is this necessary? I don’t believe I’m being arrested.”

“We just want to make sure you get to your rooms sir.”

“I really don’t need to. I am perfectly fine.” General Kenobi protests.

”Med bay?” Juniper asks over internal comms.

”Call up Scream.” Omen shifts their course from General Kenobi’s rooms to the medbay.

The General, upon realizing where they were going dug in his heels, “Nononono, we’re supposed to be going to my room!”

“Only if you agree to rest sir. You seem against it.” Omen and Juniper continue to pull the General along.

“I’ll rest in my room!”

“It seems safest to guarantee your rest by taking you to the medbay.”

Omen had never heard his General whine before. “Noooooo” 

“You’d think we’re taking him to his execution.” Juniper notes.

” Well. Considering our medics, we kind of are.” 

The General continues to dig his heels in and whine, clearly unhappy.

Really, he should’ve thought of this before he stayed up for eighty hours.

This is his own fault.

Scream was unimpressed when Omen and Juniper showed up with a General who was clearly trying to get away from the pair. Scream shook his head and grabbed a short-term sedative. “Honestly General, eighty hours?”

General Kenobi had the decency to look reprimanded and guilty at the very least.

But something pushed Omen, to be a little petty, for no clear reason.

Maybe because the General accidentally kicked him when trying to getaway. 

Or because the General threw him off a cliff��during their last mission.

Well, really it wasn’t even petty. As a medic, Scream should know, right?

Regardless, Omen opted to be (potentially) a little petty by informing Scream, “He was also drinking Black Tea brewed with Wish’s caff in place of water.”

…

Omen did not think it was possible for General Kenobi to look more betrayed. Scream looked outright pissed.

Oh no.

“We’ll leave you to it.” Juniper says, pulling Omen out of the medbay and down the hall before Scream starts shouting. Omen couldn’t make out any words but it was loud.

…

He didn’t feel all that bad about informing Scream.

[idontevenknownemore]

An Angel who Fell, but Not Quite Far Enough - Part One

*A gender-neutral, Good Omens reader-insert in which you are an angel with very bad—er, well nonexistent memory who fell, but not quite far enough...

[ Insert Guide: [Y/N]=“Your Name,” [F/N]=“First Name,” [L/N]=“Last Name,” [F/C]=“Favorite Color” ]

Amnesia wasn't all bad—well, it was, but also...it wasn't? For all [Y/N] knew they could have been a serial killer before forgetting it all, which was most certainly bad. However, whatever they had been before, it didn't weigh them down. There was no baggage, no anxiety-inducing past trauma. They lived whatever life they wanted to. For some reason, they'd never really felt the desire to find out who they were, anyway.

[Y/N]’s first memory consisted of waking up in a dark and dirty alleyway. They later discovered it was London and were very quickly transported to a hospital after a few odd conversations with strangers had prompted someone reporting them to authorities.

No doctor could explain it, nor England's best neuroscientist for that matter—[Y/N]’s brain was functioning entirely normally, they just simply couldn't remember who they were. They had basic knowledge about the world, but when it came to personal knowledge concerning their identity? They simply blanked. At first, they were accused of lying, but after numerous interviews, evaluations, counseling, medications, and even a couple of polygraph tests, there was no choice but to believe them.

Their story inspired a news article or two with headlines like "DOCTORS ASTOUNDED BY PECULIAR AMNESIA PATIENT" and, naturally, internet conspiracy theorists proposed the most outlandish ideas—like perhaps they were a time traveler or an alien or an experimental clone released into society by the government. None of them got anywhere near the truth of the matter. All the buzz even lead to them meeting the Prime Minister once. But, eventually, as with all media, the hyper fixation slowly died away and they were old news. And old news gradually became forgotten news.

After being unsuccessful in their search for their origins, the police and medical personnel eventually agreed to help integrate them into society. They got to choose a name for themselves, which they were rather keen on. After searching the internet for hours, they finally settled on [F/N] [L/N]. It just seemed right.

The doctors had projected that they were in their early twenties, so [Y/N] decided to take advantage of the government funding they were offered and enrolled in University. It seemed they had quite the aptitude for just about any topic they set their mind to; it was strange not really knowing anything and yet knowledge coming so naturally to them—as if, perhaps, they were only remembering what they had forgotten but...not really. Their topic of choice, however, centered on Theology.

They lived quite cozily in their private dorm room, which was kept quite tidy to the extent that they really didn't have many belongings.

One of [Y/N]'s favorite pastimes involved wandering around London, discovering practically everything for the first time. Today was quite rainy, more than usual, but it didn't deter them. They walked on, splashing with each step and gripping tight to their [F/C] umbrella, which was embellished with a pattern of little, silver feathers. A rather strong gush of wind threatened to carry their umbrella away and, so, [Y/N] wandered into the nearest and coziest looking building.

They really hadn't paid attention to what the building was past acknowledging the little 'OPEN' sign, but upon entering they were immediately struck with the inviting warmth that hit them—contrasting so harshly with the cold storm outside. It was like slipping into an entirely opposite dimension. Next, they noticed the scent of old parchment and glue, which reminded them of the University Library except for the fact that there was a sweet undertone to it—was that hot chocolate they were detected? [Y/N] couldn't be sure; they couldn't remember ever having it, but they must have before because they recognized the scent.

Whatever it was, [Y/N] immediately felt guilty for entering a bookshop dripping wet and so they did their very best to dry off before daring to take another step inside. They closed their umbrella tightly and left it by the door along with their raincoat to avoid scattering water any worse than they already had. They sighed, content with the respite they'd found from the storm.

Their eyes grazed over the piles and shelves of books—all old and well-cared for, they could tell. It seemed more like someone's personal collection than a shop, really. They dared to wander over to a shelf to examine the book titles, but before they could comprehend the ornate lettering on one particular book's spine, [Y/N] was alerted by the hasty shuffling of feet.

"Aaaahhh! I do apologize, but we are just about to close," they registered the warm, posh voice before they did the man generating it. [Y/N] immediately tore their eyes away from the shelf and toward him.

The moment they saw him, they were struck with a sense of warmth similar to the bookshop itself—almost as if he were the very heart of it. He had the most brilliant glow about him (an aura, they’d learned to call it from their classes); they had always been able to see them as far as they could recall. There was something familiar about the man. It wasn't his face or his voice or anything like that; it was his energy, his being. At any rate, [Y/N] couldn't exactly pinpoint the strange feeling, but it was there nonetheless.

They smiled apologetically, "Ah, I'm sorry...there weren't any hours posted and, well, with the storm and all, the place looked so inviting...-I'll go," but before [Y/N] could make way to leave, another man rounded the corner. His presence, too, was familiar, but in a much less pleasant way. He didn't frighten them, but rather they felt a sense of unease, almost distrust. His aura was strangely concealed and deceptive, but they could see a slight tinge of darkness surrounding his being--however, it was almost as if that darkness was concealing something else, something more. The smile unconsciously faded from their lips. It was like the two were polar opposites and it wasn't simply because of the way they made [Y/N] feel, but in the way, they dressed and acted as well.

"Forgot to flip the sign to closed again, angel?" The man clad in dark clothes leaned nonchalantly against the shelf and crossed his arms, appearing amused.

The bookkeep's attention seemed to have drifted to the window, seeming somewhat guilty. "Well, it certainly is bucketing down out there, isn't it...?"

"...nice weather...for ducksss," the other man commented under his breath with a shrug and [Y/N] was almost sure, but not definitively, that they detected a hiss in the man’s tone.

"Well, I suppose I'm lucky I enjoy the rain then," [Y/N] broke their silence, feeling a bit embarrassed for having bothered the two when the shop was intended to be closed. "I'll be going, then...," they noted as they made way to retrieve their rain jacket just as a burst of lighting illuminated the shop's window. [Y/N] didn't seem at all bothered—the man on their other hand...

Oh, curse him for forgetting that blasted ‘OPEN’ sign. After all the centuries keeping the shop, you'd think he'd remember a thing like that. Aziraphale bit the inside of his lip as he watched the stranger slip on their coat, feeling Crowley's watchful eyes on him. The sudden flash of lightning only solidified his guilt. Often, the people he rushed out of his shop were argumentative and rude, but this stranger had simply accepted it graciously. Ah, what kind of angel would he be if he let them go out in a storm like that? What if they got hurt? Wouldn't that be his fault for sending them away?

"Aahh, I trust you haven't very far to walk...?" The angel finally piped up.

"...-well, actually...I'll be heading back to the University. I wandered a bit further than I probably should have. It's my own fault for ignoring the weather forecast," they shrugged, still not a care in the world, as they buttoned up their coat. "I am sorry, again, for disturbing you. It's...-you have a really lovely place here." They compliment with a smile.

Blast. They were a kind heart and he was relenting, "My dear, you cannot possibly walk all that way in this weather. It would be quite certainly treacherous."

Crowley perked up a bit, his attention having drifted elsewhere until this moment. He saw where this was going and he knew he wasn't going to like it.

"Oh...," the stranger took a look out the window as if they had only just realized how bad the storm actually was. "But I did walk all the way here just fine...-I'm sure it will be alright." They sent him a smile, grateful for his concern.

Aziraphale jumped into action, nervous as the stranger began to open the door. "W-well, what if we offered you a ride?"

And there it was; Crowley groaned as Aziraphale turned to him with a pleading look. Those big, blue puppy-dog eyes. How many times had he given in to those? "No, no absolutely not. You heard 'em. Said they got here just fine in the first place."

The stranger paused, contemplating this. They thought about accepting until the other man piped up. “I wouldn’t want to intrude more than I already have...”

He wasn’t going to give in. He wasn’t. Those angelic eyes wouldn’t win this tim—Crowley groaned, “Oh, for somebody’s sake...-Fine. But you owe me for this one, angel.”

Aziraphale grinned, the angel pleased to get his way but playing innocent as though he’d never been begging in the first place. Spoiled angel. “Oh, thank you~”

“W-well, then. I would really appreciate the lift...,” the stranger concluded, “...-if that’s really alright...”

[Next]

[alakeeffectgirl]

11 questions!

@allwaswell16 tagged me to answer these 11 fanfic questions, so here goes! (Note for those who don’t know, I write/have written in a wide variety of fandoms, not just 1D.)

1. What fic have you written that you wish everyone would read?

tbh, probably leave the stars to burn (Star Wars sequel trilogy, space pirate AU, Rey/Ben Solo but in a mostly unrequited way). I don’t ‘ship this pairing in the way where I want them to hook up in canon, and I don’t read much Reylo unless it’s got an interesting premise, but this was super fun to write. And it ends with SPACE PIRATE QUEEN REY. 

2. What’s your favorite character you’ve ever written?

I still think my favorite character to write is GenKill’s Brad Colbert, because he is just such a weird dude. (My second most popular tumblr post is the anecdote from Wright’s book about Brad raking the shag carpet at his parents’ home [no,  this isn’t a metaphor].) 

3. What’s your most popular fic and why do you think it’s your most popular?

I’m sure this is no surprise to anyone: my most popular fic is the Generation Kill soulbonding Après moi le deluge. I would guess that it’s popular because that trope hadn’t really been done in GK when I wrote it? I can’t re-read it because I just see all the things I want to fix, but I really, really love the sequel (and the comment someone left on pinboard once about how it was disappointing - I always wanted to know what they thought was disappointing about it, not because I was mad about the comment, but because I was fascinated by the idea that someone might be disappointed by the wrench I purposefully tried to throw into the trope). 

4. What’s one of your favorite fan fics that you haven’t written?

I keep a running spreadsheet called “things I want to write someday”, and chief among these is one for The Martian, where a drifting Mark goes to Chris and Beth’s place and chills with the baby for a while, and eventually this ends up OT3. I think about it fairly often. Someday I’ll write it! If I can ever re-watch the movie without crying a lot. 

5. What is your current WIP about?

Currently I am working on: A Pacific Rim AU for Generation Kill where Brad and Ray are drift compatible that I’m maybe 75% done with and is one of those things I’ve been picking up and putting down for years - maybe this year is my time to finish it!, a Clone Wars thing that’s Rex/Anakin/Padme that I may or may not finish, a Bruce/Clark/Lois DCEU mpreg story I’m writing for a mini-BigBang, and something for @cyoaficfest that I have barely started planning. I think I’m going to write a GenKill aquarium AU of some sort. It’ll probably be ridiculous. 

6. What is a fic that you hope to write someday?

Aside from the previously mentioned Martian threesome, I someday I want to write fics for: Fury (the Brad Pitt WW2 tank movie), Elysium (the Matt Damon wears a robot exo-skeleton to steal medical help from rich people on a space station movie, Diego Luna is also there!!), Terriers (a TV show no one watched but me), Hannibal, L.A. Confidential (sadly this movie has mostly been ruined by the Kevin Spacey stuff), Valerian, The Hunger Games (Haymitch/Katniss[/Peeta] but idk if this should be a threesome or poly-v), more Shetland, and the Sports Night Sydney Olympics story that I have wanted to write since I first watched the show. 

And someday I will write that The Way, Way Back fic that I continually request for Yuletide but no one ever offers to write. So I guess it’s on me. 

Also Diego Luna/Gael Garcia Bernal soulbond.

7. Do you read fics from other fandoms? Which ones?

Per my AO3 history, the last ten things I have read are from: Good Omens, Pitch, Captain Marvel, SW:OT, SW:ST, the Ant-Man story I got for fandom5k which was delightful, Aquaman, hockey RPF, due South, and Captain America. 

8. What author or book has influenced you as a writer?

tumblr for some reason sort of makes fun of Hemingway’s writing style, but honestly the one thing that has been most influential on my writing is The Snows of Kilimanjaro. Whenever I can’t write, I re-read it, and that generally shakes me out of my funk. This has been true for years now, as evidenced by this hockey RPF piece from 2012 titled after a line in the story. Probably second to this would be Flannery O’Connor - the reason we should do it again is in past tense is because I was reading her collected short stories while I was writing it, and the style just stuck in my brain. 

9. What’s one of your favorite books from when you were a child?

I honestly do not remember. I know I read at least one of the Little House on the Prairie books enough that it fell apart! 

10. What’s an au/trope that you thought you didn’t like until you read one and loved it?

Here’s where I date myself and note that there is so much more tropefic now than there was when I started reading fanfic. Not that wings and mpreg didn’t exist before then, but man, popslash sure managed to cover a lot of trope bases. So really there is no trope that I thought I didn’t like before reading it, because reading it was often my first exposure to said trope. 

11. Choose one: angst or fluff?

Fluff. I like writing angst sometimes, but it generally ends up with a fluff ending, and I’d usually rather read fluff than something dark. 

[dambit-like-gambit]

🧡 September 2022 Hyperfixations 🧡

I thought it might be fun to keep track of these things!! Why? Well, because my brain is changing so often, I feel like I lose so much of what I actually enjoyed and how quickly things changed. This is my way of documenting it for myself, but also in a fun way for the like 2 people who actually enjoy my stuff and not just the things I reblog 🤣 Anyhow, on with the content!

This was a “slow month” because it was full of yard work and homework, but, in being neurodiverse, of course I still had obsessions/hyperfixations ✌️

Book:

Good Omens by Sir Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman

TV:

Takin’ Over the Asylum (1994)

Doctor Who (9th and 10th specifically)

Good Omens (2019)

Broadchurch (UK version) - didn’t get far

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Film:

The Phantom Menace (1999)

Attack of the Clones (2002)

Revenge of the Sith (2005) - I refused to finish this one because it’s too sad

Actors:

David Tennant

Michael Sheen

Hayden Christensen

Ewan McGregor

Other Updates:

I decided to explore my gender identity / expression again!!

I “blink and you miss it” changed my name lol; I still like the name Anakin, but idk if it’s an every-day kind of name? We’ll see

I quit a job I hated after going through a long, long process of application, interview, background check, etc. for a job I think I’ll really like! It starts the first work week of October, so the initial review will be in next month’s post

For the first time since I graduated high school, I had enough money in my bank account that I actually felt proud instead of disappointed in myself

I started a new medication, and messed around with dosages, without having an anxiety attack over it (I did have attacks, just not over THAT lol)

I got a new diagnosis that actually makes sense for a lot of aspects of my existence: BPD, or BPD traits (my psych and I are of differing opinions on severity atm). So, now we’ve got GAD, ADHD, and BPD … lots of D’s for an afab person (I know, I think I’m funny)

Started a cosplay project while obsessed with Star Wars… I hope to finish it because Halloween is coming up and idk who else to be except the person I spent over $300 to look like (*cough* ALMOST-NAMESAKE *cough* ANAKIN *cough*)

Cut my hair… this should not be surprising to people who know me offline. This occurs once every 2 or so years. This time I still love it EVEN MORE nearly a month later!! That’s the new part! And, so what if it’s a mullet? Fuck off, if y’all lust after Obi-Wan while he had a mullet, why can’t someone do the same for me? 😡

Lost more weight, in a healthy way! Well… mostly. For a time I lost like 10-15 lbs in a week because I wouldn’t/couldn’t eat, but that was due to thinking I was going to lose my job, so that doesn’t count. Otherwise, I lost fat-weight and gained muscle-weight by doing yard work all month!! Yay!! (Except for the yard work part; landscaping in a desert climate sucks)

Got my wisdom teeth taken out FINALLY!! And saw a dentist for the first time since Pre-pandemic!! Woah!! — I got the teeth out because it was perfect to do so during the transition between jobs, and now I can start my Invisalign journey once I’m fully healed!

[imrowanartist]

Couldn't believe I didn't have a Corrie medic OC yet, sooooo...meet Omen!

His fellow medics Poke and Carrion have slightly different opinions on him XD

Some facts about Omen:

He likes to tie his wild hair back with whatever he can find. Tied together rubber gloves, wire, bandages etc.

Nobody is entirely sure how he got off Kamino. He's a good medic, but not so good at everything else...

He always carries lollipops with him.

He's non-binary (because gender is also an illusion) and his pronouns are he/they.

After an incident where Omen accidentally insulted a senator, Fox likes to send him on off-planet missions.

Omen is actually vaguely Force sensitive and has been known to say weird things to his patients that usually come true. It's how he got his name.

Poke belongs to @anstarwar and Carrion belongs to @itsstrangelypermanent ^^

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