#echoes the hanged

[remains-rpg]

ECHOES OF THE HANGED: BANDIDOS

—Deberíamos llevar el cuerpo de Ezra a darle un funeral apropiado. Las muertes así, tan perversas, no dejan a las almas descansar en paz. Habrá que compensar con una despedida justa por parte de todos los bandidos.

Sirio Ferranti.

[secretly-a-trekkie]

have some more 501st shenanigans

[gemsbokk]

Today I bring you: a bunch of gifs of my favourite moments from the animation i’m still making. I need to finish it. So bad

[inkybyl]

Oh, they would be THAT trio 🚀

I love them so much - my lil angels

I’d like to think that Omega took Benni up on his offer of “if you ever need a thief” - it was basically just an excuse to bring him to Pabu and hang out with her and Hera 💫

(Click on the pics for Higher Quality! 💕)

Meanwhile,,,

Armour takes so long omg

(Crosshair & Howzer panel inspired by /inspo credit from @yunyun160 ’s post )

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

it is so funny being one of the few clone fans who’s not attracted to men because most of y’all are constantly freaking out over how hot they are and i just wanna be their friend

[zealfruity]

blorbos

[oneluckydragon]

BREAKING NEWS!!! Local idiot ghost absolutely blown away when boyfriend gives him a nickname for the first time, more info after this broadcast.

Bonus pet-name edition:

(Yeah I know it's ooc for grovyle to EVER use the term "babe" but lets go ahead and assume he's done it accidentally a few times rather than intentionally. He's deeply in love with the dumb ghostman, ok. Sometimes it just slips out.)

Dusknoir is still recovering from hearing it. And when he finally calls grovyle "love" himself on accident a few days later, he falls deathly ill for two weeks cause his body couldn't handle the aftermath and started rapidly shutting down on a molecular level.

[here-comes-the-moose]

I’m so glad that Season 3 basically confirmed one (well basically two) of my biggest Wrecker headcanons- he would love to fish and would love boats.

[greater-than-the-sword]

It's frustrating to be mellowing out as I age while everyone else seems to be radicalizing

[hotvintagepoll]

Oh no I missed coffee night!!!!

I wanted to ask you about Hitchcock 😔 If you're willing to answer, which movies of his do you think are overrated and which do you think are actually good? He's my most watched director (because film school) but I only genuinely like a few of his films and always disagreed with my classmates about which ones were the best

I feel like I'm holding up a Daffy Duck style sign that says "shoot me" because Hitchcock is so well thought of by cinephiles versus me, the basic horny mod who watches movies with hot people in them. With that said, I remember Rope, Dial M for Murder, North by Northwest, and To Catch a Thief all left me a bit flat, because I felt like he was prioritizing pushing technical limits or creating extravagant images over deeper characters and relationships. I love a good technical limit-pushing, but it needs to serve the story! And sometimes I feel like he has an idea he wants to try or an image he wants to show and puts so much focus on developing it that characters' reality and interest kind of falls by the wayside—they become pawns navigating his situations, instead of interesting characters in their own right.

To be fair, this is more a characteristic of his later work than his early work—The Lady Vanishes is one of my favorite movies, and I remember Notorious and Spellbound both being enjoyable when I watched them a few years ago. Again, basic film watcher here. Don't show this post to the Criterion collection.

[the-grays-of-ink]

Me? Having a phase? No . . .

I have most definitely not been having a phase

[usagifuyusummer]

Mouthwashing Jimmy and Curly art dump!!!

They both need therapy or something... The Mouthwashing event was obviously the breaking point/event horizon to whatever they had going on in between them. I have a lot of complex emotions about that game and them...

Something, something, I'm drawing for fun. When it's finished maybe you'll see it.... someday....., so go on with your day for now and hope you have a good one if you're seeing this.

[duketibbitswaifu]

🌸 Thinking about Duke hole right now <3333 ✨ 🤤 I recently got this artwork from Syfor and 💕 ughhhh. 💕 Get me in there~11!1! ❣️ ❣️ I need to drag my tongue 👅 down the top of his crack ✨ down to the tip of his manhood, ✨ rinse and repeat. 🍰 I need him so bad,,, 🌸

[dangraccoon]

Whatever You’ll Let Me

Week 5 ~ hanging Christmas lights ~ snowball fight ~

Word Count: 937 Content: suggestive at the end so 18+, cold, ambush

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Omega looked so cold. You could tell she was trying to seem like the frigid temperature wasn’t affecting her—like her brothers were—but her clothes and tiny scraps of armor just didn’t have the same multi-weather protections that the boys did with their old GAR issue under suits and armor. Not that your own was much better.

It had been suggested that the two of you stay on the ship, but you were on a little side mission and no one had expected Omega to stay on the ship alone.

Tech was tasked with keeping Wrecker out of trouble while he fulfilled their meager grocery list and while Hunter and Echo haggled with various dealers and shop owners over parts and other necessities, you had started to sneak around the open-air market to look at other shops.

“Do you want my scarf?” you tried to ask casually, doing your best to hide the sympathy in your tone as Omega failed at suppressing a violent bout of shivers.

She looked up at you. You could practically see the gears turning in her head and hear her teeth chattering. After a moment, almost sheepishly, she nodded. You smiled, unwinding the length of cloth from your neck and crouching down to help wrap it around her.

“Thanks,” she grinned, giggling as you tapped her nose.

“Omega,” you hummed. “Would you like to help me with a… secret mission?”

The girl perked up instantly. “A secret mission?” she said, her lips pulling into a wide smile.

“Yep,” you answered, popping the P. “We’re going to have to sneak away from the others right now without them questioning it. Got any ideas?”

Omega thought for a moment, her hand coming up to her chin. You smiled at how much she reminded you of Tech. “What if we just tell them it’s a secret?”

You chuckled. “Alright, but you have to tell Hunter.”

A wicked grin that reminded you more of Wrecker spread across her face as she grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the former sergeant.

“Hunter!” she shouted, distracting him from the items the shop owner was displaying. “We’re going on a secret mission!”

Hunter’s brow raised in suspicion, though his lips pulled into a smirk.

“Got your comm?” he asked.

Omega held it up in response. “Yep!”

“Then I guess you’re ready to go,” he smiled. He then looked up at you. “Everything… okay?”

Stars, it felt like he wasn’t just looking at you but staring deep into your soul. You could feel your face flushing. “Oh, it’s just—”

“She can’t tell you! It’s a secret!” Omega interjected with an edge of an irritated tone. She grabbed your hand before you could say anything else, pulling you away from Hunter as he chuckled.

When you glanced back, you saw Echo lean in close to whisper something into Hunter’s ear, Hunter’s brief shock, recovered into a sharp elbow to Echo’s side.

“So, what do we need to do?”

—

You were panting hard as you and Omega trekked back to the ship. The snow was getting deeper and you were starting to realize how out of shape you’d gotten since the squad had escaped the Empire.

“C’mon,” Omega encouraged from the front. “I don’t think they’re back yet!”

Your hands felt freezing as you adjusted the strap of the bag of string lights you’d gotten over your shoulder. You hoped the two of you could set it up before the boys got back.

Omega stopped suddenly, clearly picking up on something you couldn’t.

You looked at her uncertainly, your breath coming out in foggy huffs. ”Ome—” you started to call, but were cut off by the thunk of a ball of ice hitting your chest.

You shared a fleeting, wild look with Omega.

“We’re under fire!” she squealed, dodging one of the lobbed snowballs.

“Get to the ship!” You cried as you began to run after her.

But just as she called to warn you of your impending capture, arms circled your waist, hoisting you into the air while small snowballs rained down over Omega.

You burst into laughter, struggling in vain against the strong embrace keeping you from your co-conspirator.

You didn’t need to see who was behind you; you already knew it was Hunter, but the soft chuckles emanating from behind you and that woodsy scent—from the cologne he pretended not to own—had given it away in an instant.

“Let me go!” You laughed, playfully pulling at his arms.

“Not happening,” that rich, smoky voice hummed behind you.

Somewhere further ahead, Wrecker had cptured Omega both laughing and cheering as they teamed up against Echo, while Tech feigned disinterest—despite the lit-up recorder on the side of his goggles—but you could barely notice any of it over the way your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. You knew he could hear it, and you knew he could tell it wasn’t just from the ambush.

“Don’t forget to breathe, cyar’ika,” he hummed. When had his lips gotten so close to your ear? You fought to suppress a shudder. You prayed he dismissed its cause as the cold, but some part of you quietly hoped he wouldn’t.

The world around you seemed to slow as you managed to turn to face him, still held tightly in his embrace.

“So,” you said. It was barely a nervous whisper. He could hear it loud and clear. “Now that I’ve been captured, what are you going to do with me?”

Hunter’s grin grew into a crooked smirk. “Hmm,” he nearly growled, bringing his lips to just barely brush against your ear. “Whatever you’ll let me, gorgeous.”

Mando’a Guide:

cyar’ika - sweetheart

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[beskarthief]

Chapter 19 of the Star Wars fic "Order 65". The rest can be found here.

19 BBY, Coruscant, Senate District

 Riyo read the back of the espresso bag as she sipped her cup of caf. It was very good. Faint earthy undertones cut through the bitterness, lingering on her tongue. She didn’t recognize the shop, but knew well enough to assume the blend was something from Kashyyyk. Why Fox had left it was a bigger mystery.

 She returned it to the counter, taking one final sip before placing her cup in the sink. The droids would take care of it later, and she could ponder it’s meaning later, too. For now she had an event to plan. 

 The guest list was small, but intentional. Everyone she had invited had been invited for a reason, whether that be because they were a gossip or actually sympathetic to her cause. Riyo sighed, reviewing it again as she paced the length of her kitchen. Senator Typhe would have to be invited, she knew. As much as she disliked the woman, she carried a lot of sway. Riyo knew if she could get Avry Typhe’s vote it would go a long way towards convincing the others. 

 Footsteps approached and she turned, expecting to find Sven or Curtix, but it was one of the clones. She smiled, recognizing Lucky’s bouncy step. 

 “Lucky!” she waved to him, “I thought you had the night shift.”

 “Just switched back,” he said, then quickly added; “Senator.”

 Riyo shook her head, “Please, forgo the formalities. I hope I didn’t get you into any trouble the other day.”

 “Uh. N-no. Not at all.”

 So she had. “Well, you can tell the Commander it won’t happen again,” she smiled. But Lucky was already drifting away. 

 “Not a problem, honest. Do you need anything?”

 “No. Just saying good morning,” her smile wavered. Lucky had always been the most open and friendly of the clones, but now he seemed on edge. Had it really been that bad? He’d merely helped her hang up some lights. “Is something wrong?”

 “Uh, no!” there was a false cheer to his voice that she could see through with ease. “Just doing a quick sweep of the interior before heading back out.

 Chuchi considered, “Here, it’s early, and I’ve made an entire pot of caf. Why don’t you take some out with you.”

 “Oh I don’t want to impose-”

 “Nonsense,” Chuchi assured him, “I made too much. And it’s a wonderful blend, I believe your Commander left it for me.”

 “Fox… left you a bag of caf?”

 “Mhm. Surely if he left it here, he wouldn’t mind if you had some?”

 “I… guess not.”

 “Why don’t you bring him a cup as well,” Chuchi said, pouring two of them out. “He has the morning shift as well, doesn’t he?”

 “Yes.”

 “Then this will be a great way to start it,” she handed him both mugs.

 “You really don’t have to do this,” Lucky said, staring down at the two steaming cups of caf.

 “Nonsense,” Chuchi repeated. “It’s my pleasure.”

 Lucky looked up at her, and she could tell even through the opaque visor that he was studying her face, “Forgive me if this is out of turn, Senator-”

 “No need for formalities,” she reminded him. 

 “Sorry. Forgive me if this is out of turn, uh, Chuchi?” she nodded, and he continued; “But why are you so… nice to me?”

 “Why wouldn’t I be?”

 “We’re just clones,” Lucky explained, like it was plainly obvious.

 Riyo felt her heart sink a little, “You’re people, Lucky.”

 “Yeah, I know. But… you’re a Senator.”

 “So?”

 “So we’re clones.”

 “And why should that matter?” she asked. 

 Lucky shuffled his feet. He seemed to do that a lot. He seemed… different from the others, somehow. More unsure, but also more open.

 “Well, we work for you, we’re not your friends.”

 “I am friends with many people that I work with.”

 “But they’re Senators.”

 “I would consider Curtix and Sven my friends,” Riyo told him. “They are not Senators. I would consider the droids that work in my home my friends. They are not even people. There is more than one way to be and certainly more than one way to be friends.”

 “So… are we friends?” Lucky asked, head tilting slightly to the side.

 “I would like to be,” Riyo smiled at him, and Lucky stood up a little bit straighter.

 “Alright then. I think I’d like that, too.”

 “Wonderful,” Chuchi’s smile widened, “Why don’t you go and bring that to your commander. You can tell him you’ve made a new friend, who has requested your, um, protection on an outing this evening. I need to collect some things for the party, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you accompanying me if it were for such a practical reason.”

 She could hear the smile in Lucky’s voice, “Okay!”

 He turned and scampered back outside, leaving Chuchi to clean up the pot of caf. She placed it in the sink alongside her mug. She felt bad using him as a messenger, catching him in the push and pull between her and Fox, but it had to be done. And she had meant what she said about being friends. Perhaps the best way to protect him from whatever was going on would be to enmesh him in her side of things so that Fox couldn’t have so much sway over him. She wondered if he was the one who’d told him they were ‘just clones’. She scowled.

[beebopboom]

do you ever think Aziraphale watches the sunset

the cotton candy sky

and is just reminded of a certain starmaker and the time they made the stars together