#featuring my favourite clones

[khiquii]

SWtober Day 7: The Clone Wars

[sinsofsinister]

also!! blue sky recently got rid of its invite system and anyone can sign up now so if ur sick of the hellish birdsite and want somewhere thats much more chill with no ads or ridiculous algorithm bullshit i highly, truly recommend it

[cinematomopographology-smtuffs]

Tipoca City. T-T

[dr-spectre]

Not really Splatoon related, but...

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SHADOW THE SQUID!?!

SHADOW THE SQUID IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!

I love it when my two favourite game franchises of all time have these small and unintentional connections with each other.

We got characters going into giant squid like forms with fast mobility and strength.

Rail grinding.

The main villains using a spherical mech with a focus on giant arms.

An evil being from the past that's gonna crash into the planet.

Having to team with the main villain of the series and everyone working together to stop this giant threat.

Robotic clones of pre existing characters that rival their original counterparts in strength.

Both franchises are celebrated for their music and style.

Both franchises have done collabs with other gaming franchises.

Both franchises feature characters with exaggerated proportions, designs filled with strong colour pallets and recognisable silhouettes.

Both franchises include unique gameplay you genuinely cannot get anywhere else. Even in fan games it's not the same.

Like... Do you see why I'm so obsessed with both of these series?

All i'm saying is... This is gonna get semi off topic but, it's actually insane to me that so far these two haven't fucking collabed yet. HOW DID SPLATOON COLLAB WITH TRANSFORMERS, SPONGEBOB, HELLO KITTY AND MCDONALDS BEFORE SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!?! THAT'S CRAZY TO ME!!!

You know how hard a Sonic x Splatoon collab would go? Like think about it for more than five seconds and you would get it.

Sonic and Callie or Frye interacting with each other sounds like the funniest and most chaotic shit imaginable. Tails and Marina geeking out over technology would be the CUTEST FUCKING THING IN THE GOD DAMN WORLD! COME ON MAN!

A CALAMARI INKANTATION REMIX WITH CRUSH 40 LIKE INSTRUMENTS!??! YOU GOTTA ADMIT THAT WOULD BE FIRE! COME ONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!! IMAGINE SONIC SONGS WITH IDOLS GIVING VOCALS TO THEM!!!!!! BRO!!!!!!!!!!! COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

Oh well... The closest we shall get is this remix of Bomb Rush Blush done by Tomoya Ohtani who is one of the biggest composers for Sonic and has worked on the series for so many years.

Man.... Now i want some fan art of Sonic and Callie interacting with each other.... My two biggest comfort characters together would make me feel something i wouldn't be able to put into words. Totally not trying to implant subtle messaging into artists that may see this....

[totallynotokguys]

Lego Monkie Kid Rewatch: Season 3

Episode 9, The King, the Prince, the Shadow Part 2/2

"Does anyone else feel like-" "We've been here before? Yeah. Its weird, right? But- I ah- know I haven't." "Me neither. And yet this place feels so familiar." "Nah. Not me, man. This is all new to me."

Remember when I said that a lot of characters keep wrongly comparing MK to Wukong, like MK is supposed to be the next Wukong. Well…. that wasn't just at the characters. That was at us the fans too. Up until this season, I too just thought of MK as the next Monkey King. It just felt right. Pigsy was Zhu Bajie, Tang Tang Sanzang, Mei as Ao Lie, and Sandy as Sha Wujing. Simplistically, I assumed MK was supposed to be this new version's Monkey King. But he's not. He's not like the rest. He's not part of their story- at least he wasn't supposed to be.

MK was never meant to be here... to experience this, or them. And this season is when the show really starts opening our eyes to it.

(Also… I think this proves pretty definitively that Sandy is not the still alive Sha Wujing. With his flashback in To Catch a Leaf, I was so sure. I mean, look at those old looking weaponry?!)

(But unless Sha Wujing has amnesia that conveniently lets him forget the Samadhi Fire incident, than he really is just the reincarnation instead of the original.)

"It is on brand for you to have a worse version of everyone elses powers."

Ouch. Also… is this a hint at Macaque having been a clone of Wukong once upon a time? Like, in Shadow Play, Macaque chooses to feature a lot of Wukong and his clones for some reason, especially when speaking of the Warrior and Hero being a team. Strangely, some of those clones look an awful lot like Macaque.

Or could this be a hint at season 5 where its revealed Macaque's shadow powers are more like certain other being who shall not be named for sake of spoilers?

Loud Annoying Wukong: "What? You got what you wanted, didn't you? Not going to gloat, monologue a little bit before scurrying off to your master?"

Inner Panicking Wukong: "Ah drat! He's totally gonna know those are fake. Quick! I gotta distract him into wasting more time!"

"Wukong!"

I'm pretty sure that's Ne Zha's favourite word. He says it almost every second. Might even be his catch phrase.

"Oh, so the piece of paper just magically made a bunch of light!" "That's exactly what happened and you know it!"

Ah, I love these two.

"Stop! If you hurt that kid I'll-" "What. Make things worse for MK?"

Like I said last time, bad hero, good mentor. He cares about MK more than anything else right now. This same kind of protective passion has happened before, back in the Journey to the West. Wukong is good at devoting himself to one person, and tolerating everyone else for the sake of that person.

"Glowy mystic symbol thingies are always never good!"

Proceeds to touch said glowy mystic symbol thingies.

AWWWW! Tang trying to protect Mei!

I love the majority of the adults in this show. They do their best to help the kiddos and protect them, even when those kiddo's are typically more powerful than them. Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy understand that young one's always need to be cared for.

THIS SHOT THIS SHOT THIS SHOT!

I totally missed this shot the first time around! OH MY GOSHNESS SANDY I LOvE YOU!

Once again Macaque forgets about Mei.

I'm starting to see why she and Macaque were put in a team together in season 4. She is, strangely enough, his blind spot.

And once again I am shaking my head at the way the show treated Macaque's supposed redemption arc. Look at the way he's treating her, the way he's treating them all! The fear and pain he causes them!

Bashes MK repeatedly into the ground until he is unconscious.

Threatens Mei's life while holding her by the throat.

Forces the parental figures to watch their kids get ruined.

Forces Tang to choose the life of his friends over the sake of the world.

The trauma this guy is causing them- and they just never bring it up? Mei should have held the largest grudge Katara style until Macaque made it up to her! Tang should be absolutely afraid to go near Macaque after the moral trauma the simian caused him. Pigsy should throw a spoon at him every time he darkens his door way with all his ping pong master might. Sandy should constantly keep Macaque between himself and the kids as a protective barrier everytime the shadow comes around.

Until Macaque makes it up to them, apologizes and tries to do right by them all... they should have continued to treat him with fear, anger, and wariness.

"But he was under LBD control' you say. 'He had no choice."

No he wasn't. This threatening, this danger he puts them in? That was for his own gain. Macaque wanted the Samadhi Fire to escape LBD. He was in control of his actions here. He was going to take the power needed to break her control over him and then dip, leaving the mortals to parish under LDB's rule. Sure, he was probably in pain and obviously scared for his life- but that doesn't excuse the choices he made and the trauma he caused.

It's like Macaque said last episode. You have to look out for yourself, no one else.

[sleepyburito]

reason I am not normal about my favourite ships:

I have tried my best to create punet squares with their genotypes to try reason with myself what their kids could look like

with Aventio? there's equal chance for all their features based on my own headcannons

Sampard? they either have a very blue baby or a near clone of Gepard

why am I like this?

[impossiblesuitcase]

Cinder is said to look a lot like Channary, and Channary is said to look a lot like her mother Jannali, which implies that those facial features are a very strong genetic trait. So it's entirely possible that Cinder and Kai would have a daughter that is basically Cinder's clone.

People ask Kai if he's upset that his daughter doesn't really resemble him, and he just laughs and says "are you kidding? Why wouldn't want my daughter to look like my favourite person?" In actuality, when you pay attention, she does have Kai's eyes and smile, and many of her character traits mimic her father's.

[doumadono]

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[techtalksfics]

If I had known... (Tech x f!reader)

Summary: The reader finds out that the boys had headed off treasure hunting with Phee. Jealousy, a shame spiral and soft confessions ensue.

Warnings: a little soft, fluffy love, some drinking (I swear not all of my future stories will involve drunken stupidity), some anxiety vibes.

Author's note: sorry that this was delayed, between the illness and the job applications, it's been a busy week! I hope this is not awful!

Word Count: 5.7K (oops)

Now Available: Part Two

After your shift ended, you wandered towards Cid's, bag over your shoulder, expecting to find your favourite clones relaxing between missions. That is where they had told you they would be.

Yet, when you arrived, you found the bar to deserted. Looking very much like it did in the days before the Bad Batch came crashing into your world. Why was the bar empty?

You put your bag behind the bar, out of sight and frowned. You checked your comm device for messages - the screen lit up with no new messages. No messages meant they hadn't been sent off on another mission. You walked towards the back office, hoping Cid could shed some light. Perhaps they had left for a mission in a hurry, you pondered. They normally tell you when they are heading off world. 'There is enough time between the planning and supply runs, to keep you apprised of our whereabouts', as Tech had told you. You thought they certainly would have told you tonight, particularly when you had made plans for dinner with Tech.

"Hey Cid," you sighed as her door opened. She was behind her desk, holoscreen open and was highlighting her worst features. She closed it suddenly as you entered her office. She really needed to remind you lot of manners and how not to get too comfortable in her bar. "Have you seen the guys? I was supposed to see Tech this evening."

Now that Cid thought about it, she really should've seen this coming. They'd all left in such a hurry and you were really not going to like her answer.

"They've headed off world searching for some kind of treasure," she rolled her eyes and stood. "Typical, that they'd scarper just as a new mission came in." As she walked around her desk toward you, she sighed and gave you the piece of information you were missing, "they went off with Phee earlier this afternoon." Your whole body stilled at that.

"With Phee?!" You couldn't help that her name left your throat with almost loth-cat screech. You weren't the type to get jealous, particularly when you knew Tech wasn't even your boyfriend. He was just your friend but there was still something about her unashamed flirting with him on their first encounter that continued to rub you the through way. All these many, many months later.

"Come on, kid," you felt the sharp edge of Cid's clawed fingers wrap around your shoulder, "I get the feeling, you could use a drink around about now."

Three very strong drinks in, you found yourself with your head resting on your knuckles and slightly propped up by the pillar beside you. It was as if all of your muscle had gone into your complaining and the walls presence was the only thing keeping you in your seat. "-and it's not even like he's my boyfriend or anything. He doesn't have to tell me where he's going or who he's going with." You sighed, lifting the almost empty glass to your lips. After take a sip, you continued your tirade, "it's just way she calls him brown eyes." You did your best to imitate her unique accent, which caused Cid to roll her eyes. The way she had the first time she'd heard the nickname. "They all have brown eyes," you continued, trying to ignore the onslaught of looks you were getting from Cid as you talked and talked. "Yes, his eyes are phenotypically normal for a clone but there is something so distinct in the way his eyes express what he is saying and thinking. It's the fact that she sees that too."

"Kid," Cid's voice was stern and your head snapped up to look at her once more, "face it, you've got it bad. So instead of whining at me about it, why don't you actually do something about it. Tell Goggles how you feel."

"I can't tell him how I feel!" You retorted. Cid let out an exasperated, 'oh brother.' "I'm just this little nobody who grew up on Ord Mantell, because her parents didn't want her and he's..."

"A clone?" She finished for you. "That's all he has ever known how to be. Try to remember that, kid, okay?" You shook your head and asked for another drink. She put another in front of you, though she wasn't convinced that she had made the right decision in doing so. She shook her head and walked away, mumbling something about 'there not being enough credits in galaxy for her to deal with this'.

None of what she said stopped you from downing several more drinks and seeking out Bolo and Ketch, who were playing Dejarik in the far corner of the room. Truthfully, if you'd asked them, they would say with absolute certainty that they were trying to not get involved in your chatter. But you just drunk enough to not care about that. You sat, hugging the backwards chair, legs spread across its frame and mumbling on about Phee and Tech as they continued their match. "It's not as they wouldn't make sense together," you continued where your thoughts had been left with Cid, "the mercenary and the pilot. The fact and the fiction. They'd be like a perfectly..." you burped out the bubbles from your drink in the most unladylike manner and continued, "a perfectly balanced knife of intergalactic trouble."

Bolo and Ketch simply looked at each other in utter confusion and then looked up at you, completely perplexed and unable to utter one useful word to you. This was well outside their area of expertise. You sighed. Again.

"Alright," Cid's voice came booming into the room as she re-entered the main bar from her office, "you've had enough." You must have been on your sixth drink by this point. "Come on, up you get," she'd already grabbed your bag from behind the bar and was ushering you towards the door, "go home, sober up," she pointed her finger at you with a stern glare set in her eyes, "and don't come back until you've fixed this 'woe is me' attitude. You're bringing down my clientele."

As you stumbled up the steps, you placed your hand on the hall and sighed. God this was a new low, you whined to yourself.

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Omega was the first to stop you at the end of the alley. As soon as you had seen them, you had frozen in space. They had returned and the boys were clearly en route to Cid's with Phee. Visions of the last night you had been in there came flooding back to your mind. Oh god, you panicked, what if Cid told Tech about what had happened?

You wouldn't exactly put that past her.

You looked at Phee with despair in your eyes, she had her arm around a rather tense looking Sergeant. She was rambling off about something, her other arm was above her head and she exclaimed something you couldn't quite hear. Her voice certainly does travel and it certainly kept you routed in your spot.

Tech was walking just behind them and you weren't convinced he was listening to Phee talk in any shape or form. He was tinkering away on his comm device. You knew, right then, you had been a complete and utter fool. A completely smitten, idiotic fool.

Yet, you couldn't move. You couldn't convince yourself to move towards them, to shout out or make yourself known in any way. You couldn't face them.

Omega called out your name and, in the horror of seeing Tech's neck snap up to look for you, you instantly turned on your heel and ran back around the corner of the building. You could barely breathe, as those brown eyes flittered through your mind. Those beautiful, intelligent brown eyes. They were unique - no matter what he said. They were so wonderfully, uniquely Tech.

"Omega - WAIT!" You heard Hunter's stern yell. She was running after you and here you were, hiding and clutching your chest, unable to breathe. How were you going to explain this one, you groaned to yourself internally.

You heard Omega closing in on your as she called out your name again. She reached the corner and spotted you, almost jolting back as she saw you. Concern instantly washed over her features and she saw you in a thousand pieces in front of her. "Wh-what's wrong?" She questioned almost immediately and you knew you couldn't tell her the truth.

Oh, I just saw Tech and Phee and my heart just completely faltered in a stupid agony. Yeah, no - you definitely couldn't say that.

"Nothing, Omega, I'm okay. Honest," you thought you'd try.

"No, you're not."

"N-no, I'm not." You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself enough to get yourself out of this mess. You realised that the easiest way out of this was to run right through it, with your partner in crime, Omega. "Hey, do you reckon Hunter would let you run off with me for a bit? I could use some air."

"We are outside," she said with a delightfully innocent chuckle, "there's quite a lot of air out here."

"Heh -" was the only sound that left your throat, "doesn't feel like it." Reaching your hand up to your forehead, you wiped the sweat that drenched your brow. You were a mess. An utter, idiotic mess. "Let's go get some better air, Omega."

In that moment, it was clear that Omega knew you needed something, she just wasn't quite sure what that was. She played along - as she always did. You took another deep breath as Omega ran back towards Hunter at the other end of the alley. You assumed she went to explain where she was going and you heard his deep baritone announce 'alright, but don't be long'. You imagined him pointing his finger at her, fatherly fashion activated.

You took another deep breath.

But then you heard it. You heard Tech speak softly to Omega and you tried so hard not to listen. 'Is she okay?' You heard, 'does she require medical assistance?'

Oh Tech, you silly fool, you quipped to yourself. You didn't hear Omega's response but before long, she reappeared at your side, offering you her dainty hand. She asked where you were going. With a smile, you took her hand and said "let's go check out the best view in Ord Mantell."

You headed out towards the docking yard together. The Marauder sat neatly alongside a handful of other ships, currently being refuelled.

Heading over to the wall, you started to climb ladder after ladder until you reached the top landing pad. You sat yourself down, with Omega at your side. There was a gentle breeze settling in around you as the sun began to set over Ord Mantell. The orange and purple haze of the distant sunset bore across your skin as you settled down. Breathe in and breathe out. That's all you had to do.

Neither of you spoke right away, though you could tell that Omega had a lot of questions about what she had just seen in that alleyway. You close your eyes, simply enjoying the breeze.

"Are you gonna -" You smile, and cut her off.

"I'll tell you Omega," you lolled your head to the side and looked down at her. "But you cannot, and I mean cannot, repeat what you hear to the others. Deal?"

"Why would I tell the others? Are you in danger?" She queried.

"Do we have a deal?" You quirked your eyebrow at her, raising your hand towards her, for dramatic effect. As she shook it, you nodded your head decisively at her. "I..." you started and then sighed. You had found yourself sighing a lot in recent days. "I like Tech. A lot. Cid told me you lot had been off with Phee and I acted stupid and jealous about it. Drank a bit too much, talked a bit too much. So when I saw you lot, I guess I was, well, embarrassed... to say the least."

"You...like..." Omega began to process the information, repeating it in almost the exact tone it had been said. Poor child, you had just dumped far too much information on her. "Tech?"

"Yes."

"So... you hid." She queried.

"Yep."

"Even though you knew he'd seen you."

"Yes again."

"Even though that probably drew more attention than doing nothing."

"Yes. That is about the size of it, yes." You chuckled as she looked at you in confusion. "Hey, I said you couldn't tell them. I didn't say any of it would make sense."

There was a wonderfully natural laughter that settled between the two of you and you felt your cheeks heat up from the sheer embarrassment of the whole situation. She asked you why you felt the need to hide. "Because, all of a sudden, I felt my entire body collapse at the mere sight of a man and that terrified me. It all terrified me." You prayed she didn't ask you why.

"But why?"

Damn it, you internally cursed. You should've remembered her inquisitive nature was destined to be a nightmare here. When you didn't speak and instead settled your gaze back on the sunset, she continued, "you've never had a problem around Tech before. You're really the only person he takes an interest in outside of us lot." Kids got a point, you thought. "Besides, we all know that Tech likes you!"

As if hit by a sudden bolt of lightning, Omega was on her feet and was smiling in glee.

This did not bode well for you. Where the hell is she going now?!

"Omega, wait -" You found yourself yelling after her, just as Hunter had done earlier. She really did move too fast. "Omega," you called as you groaned to your feet. She'd already reached the first ladder by the time you stood. "Omega, where are you going? You're going to get me in trouble with Hunter." It was almost a beg, you realised.

It was of no use, regardless, she was already two ladders down by the time you'd gotten a foot onto the first one. By the time you'd make it half way down, she'd probably be in Cid's bar already. Before you could even stop her.

What if she was going to tell Tech. Oh, hell no. This was going to backfire so badly.

You started to climb as fast as you could, calling out her name as you went. She didn't respond. So you continued to climb down, down and down...and quickly.

Hunter's going to kill me, you groaned to yourself as your feet touched the dirt. Your older bones were not designed for chasing children around Ord Mantell.

Luckily, and much to your surprise, she had stopped at the Marauder. She was stood at the entrance, hands on her hips, waiting for you. Her face still shone with glee. Your body was still in a panic so you ran across to her, only stopping when you were within about 4 feet of her. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

Shaking your head, you asked, "okay, so, what are we doing on here?" She grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bunks. You suddenly felt like you were invading the private mental space of your favourite clones. It was an uncomfortable level of familiarity that you had been granted, without their knowlegde.

"It's your turn to make a deal with me." She bounced on her toes, and she held out her hand. As you shook it, she nodded her head at you, mimicking your action from earlier. With a chuckle, you shook your head at her. "Tech," she began sheepishly, "wouldn't exactly like to know that I do this. I don't even know if he would want you to know."

"If he wouldn't -"

"But you need it and right now, you come first." As your curiosity piqued, you folded your arms across your chest and nodded your head, urging her on. She was going to tell you anyway. "Sometimes, I use his tablet when mine is out of battery and he isn't using it. Look -" Grabbing the device, she lit the screen and showed it to you.

Your heart had certainly stopped. You were so convinced it had.

There, in pixelated form, was the photo you had taken together after you'd stolen his goggles. Donning a silly grin, you still had the goggles on. Your head was against Tech's shoulder and his arm was around your waist. As you remembered this tender moment, you could almost feel his hand on your hip still. After all this time. His eyes were squinting in the photo, but he had a small, proud smile quirked on his lips. Almost prideful as he stood next to you.

You had never even asked to see the photo after it was taken and now, you had just wished you had. You loved it.

Well, you thought, this was certainly a new development.

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When you walked into Cid's with Omega, you tried so hard to keep your head held high after earlier. But between Cid's soft squint, Omega's smirk, Hunter's titled head and Tech's sudden rise to his feet as he saw you, you felt yourself retreating inside yourself once again.

You tried to smile at Tech but the moment your eyes caught his, you immediately heard brown eyes in your head and made a beeline for the nearest bar stool instead. Phee looked between everybody, completely perplexed by the strange silence that had settled.

A drink was placed in front of you almost immediately.

"No repeats of last week's antics, kid, you got it?" Cid pointed her long, taloned finger at you and you held your hands up in defence, mumbling some form of an apology.

"What happened last week?" Hunter enunciated each word with a careful look in your direction. When you didn't look at him, he looked to Cid. Cid looked at Bolo and Ketch. Nobody said a word.

However, from the corner of your mouth, you noticed Bolo about to open his mouth. In a panic, you pulled a small hydrospanner from your pocket and threw it across the room at him, hitting him just below his shoulder. With an uproarious 'OW', Bolo grabbed his arm and looked at you stunned.

"Nothing." You side-eyed Bolo, squinting your not-so subtle point across the room, "nothing happened, isn't that right?"

"No," he repeated quickly, "n-nothing happened last week. Perfectly normal week." He affirmed and turned back around to face Ketch. He stared into his drink and the room fell silent once more.

Omega looked at you, jaw slackened. She hadn't expected you to get quite so, well, violent, in your decision to hide your emotions from Tech.

For the first time since you'd met her, you were actually glad to see Phee. An easy, long distraction is just what we need, you thought.

"So, Phee," you quickly turned to face her with a small smile, "what fool's errand were you running this time?"

And with that, question time about the previous week had expired. Phee launched into her latest bold tale, arms waiving in front of her, exaggerating each foe, each near death encounter and the bravery of her treasure hunter partner, Omega. You couldn't help but smile at that part. It was certainly a long play by play of everything that had happened during the time that they had not been around you.

As you trained all of your focus on Phee and her antics, you didn't notice Tech watching you from the pillar by the bar. His knee was bouncing absentmindedly as he rested his head on his first. He was studying you intently and unashamedly. Something certainly had happened whilst we were away, Tech mused to himself, and it was something that all of the women in the room seemed privy too. With that in mind, he decided that perhaps he would not wish to know. There was always something so terrifying about women in cahoots with one another.

With that, Tech stood, drink in hand and moved across the room to sit with Wrecker and Omega. Phee's voice was certainly less loud in that corner of the room. It was also dark enough that he could simply watch you, quietly studying the soft features of your face.

As things began to wind down for the evening, Omega had given you a gentle, knowing hug and headed out into the night with Hunter. Wrecker was snoring softly in the corner, his Lula under his arm. Guess he's spending the night snoring away in Cid's, you determined as you looked him. You went to grab your bag when the familiar voice came from behind you, causing you to jump slightly.

"May I walk you back to your domicile?" Tech asked, pulling you back to the reality of it all. He pushed his goggles back up his nose and softly cleared his throat. Those were the first words he had said to you all evening. Though you hadn't given him much chance to say anything else.

You opened your mouth, as if to protest but Tech beat you to it, "it is late, and we are both fully aware that this part of Ord Mantell is hardly safe at this time of night." You assumed this may have been Tech's way of saying he was concerned about you safety.

"Sure, thanks Tech," you smiled gratefully as he offered you his hand to jump down off the stool. Chivalrous too. Heat pooled in your stomach as you walked behind him out of the door and back up the steps outside Cid's establishment. You stepped out into the night together and you became overcome with that familiarity that settled between the two of you.

Neither of you said anything until you reached the corner of the street, well out of the ear shot of the others. Not that anybody would have been listening, really.

"I wanted to ask you about earlier this evening." Of course he did. "When you hid behind that wall." His finger lazily pointed towards the wall as you walked past it. He cleared his throat before continuing on, "I was going to discuss it with you earlier but something told me it wasn't the prudent moment to raise the issue."

"No, it wouldn't have been." You affirmed for him, he hadn't asked but you could guess that his statement was more question than statement.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine Tech." You managed to sneak a look at the clone, he was already looking at you and so your eyes danced together in confusion as you walked. You looked away, and sighed, you offered a simple explanation, "I was in a shame spiral. Omega sorta helped with it earlier. That's where we went."

"A shame spiral?" He repeated, clearly processing this phrase for the first time. "I am unfamiliar with that term."

"I would probably be more surprised if you knew it."

"And what would you be spiralling over?" He wondered aloud, slowing down to match your newly reduced speed. You were approaching your home now. Hopefully, you could sneak inside without having to explain too much.

"Phee," you muttered, "I was shame spiralling over my jealousy of Phee." You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling all of the air escaping your lungs. He didn't say another word and for that, you were so very, very glad.

However, the reason Tech was not querying you came down to one simple thing: he couldn't fathom a question nor a statement in his mind that would even begin to cover the insanity of the statement you had just made. There was no what, why, who or how that seemed to end in a plausible, logical solution. He was perplexed. Women, and their emotions, were clearly not his expertise. He had already known that. As you noticed his gaze falling forward with a slight squint, you could almost see the cogs turning in his head and in fear of the question finally falling from his lips, you decided to change the subject just enough to bring him back to Ord Mantell and out of the deep recesses of his mind. You questioned how much of the story Phee had told was true.

"Well, as is usual with Phee, certain details, including her own heroism, were greatly embellished, but I suppose for the most part, the story was correct."

That was oddly concise for Tech. He was still thing about what you had said.

"Well, it sounds like you had a wild week then," you chuckled and scratched at the back of your neck.

You'd reached the main door to the grubby looking block of flats you lived in. You had almost expected Tech to stop here and say goodnight. But he was still so wrapped up in the questions swimming through his mind that he seemed to follow you up three flights of stairs without even thinking about it and, as you finally reached your front door, he asked the question you had dreaded, "I do not understand. Why would you be jealous of Phee?"

As you unlocked your front door, you turned and sighed in his direction. His eyes began searching yours for any kind of logical explanation, but all he could find was fear, weariness and an uncomfortable uncertainty. None of those were things he wished to find in the eyes he considered to be the most beautiful in the galaxy. You leant into the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest and finally decided to simply say it, "because of how she is with you, Tech."

"That is absurd." That statement had sort of slipped off his tongue before he had given it any real thought or appraisal and boy, did he wish he had thought that one through. Before you could say anything further, justify anything further, you simply mumbled a 'yeah, well, goodnight Tech' and tapped the comm panel to close the door.

You rested your head against the door, convincing yourself that Tech would have walked away and your heart dropped. That had not exactly gone how you thought it would or even should have.

But then you could hear the muffled sound of Tech clearing his throat.

"Phee tells inconsistent stories. She talks, constantly, yet does not seem to actually anything of import. It's maddening," you smiled softly at that, "not to mention the fact we were in another life threatening situation as a result of her desire for treasure. She is often greedy, convoluted and she calls me brown eyes despite me reminding her that brown in the phenotypic eye colour of all clones. It is not distinct to me." You turned and rested your back against the door as he spoke. He began to talk through it all, through his thoughts of Phee, through their most recent exploit. You felt like you could be standing there listening to him talk about Phee for a long time. He seemed to letting loose a babble of information that had been hidden within his cool interior for so long.

Truthfully, Tech was terrified in this moment and that was why he was babbling. He wasn't even sure if you were still listening. You'd shut the door, almost onto his face.

Perhaps it was the notion that you weren't listening that was giving him the courage to carry on talking in this moment, "you have nothing to fear of Phee. Not one thing to be jealous of, cyar'ika." The final word dripped from his tongue like honey, so sweet and smooth that you were convinced you must have heard him incorrectly.

You said nothing. How could you? You'd just shut the front door to your home in his face and he was just talking at you. He hadn't said anything you didn't already know. Deep down you knew Tech didn't like Phee. That was why you had spiralled. You were being 100 per cent ridiculous, even now.

"Most importantly, she is not the person I-" You heard him clear his throat again. He was so afraid of what he needed to say to you, to make you understand. "She is not the person I think of in the early hours of the morning when the ship is silent, nor the person I think of in the gentle hue of the evening when I should be fixing the Marauder. You are maddening to me too."

You smiled again, turning back to rest your hand and forehead on the door. He was resting his forehead on the door too, simply to ensure that the softness of his voice carried through to you.

"I am maddened because I cannot shift you from my thoughts. Your smile, your stories and the fact that you always seem to listen to the information I try so hard to share with the others. It is as if you really care about what I have to say and that, that is not something I feel very often. Not even with my own brothers." There was a painful silence for a moment, Tech was listening for any sign that you were still listening to him.

"I will admit I did try to not think of you. But you are all of I want to think of." He ran his index finger down the centre of your door, almost longingly wishing you would open the door for him. "I think of what it would feel like to simply hold you, or kiss you. To be with you in every way my brain can even conceive. Please, cyar'ika, open the door."

And so, you did.

When you looked up at him, it was evident that he hadn't actually expected you to open the door. His right hand was gripping the top of the door frame above him, his weight resting lazily upon it. He smiled and comically lowered the finger he had been using to trace across your door.

He stood slightly and searched your eyes once more, "naturally, I have always credited myself on being of exceptional intelligence, due to my enhanced genetics." He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any sign that he should stop talking. He couldn't find anything but adoration and that began to startle him a little. "I am intelligent about everything, except you. Perhaps I would also extend that to include the female psyche generally in that category," you smirked at him, crossing your arms again, "of all the things that I had thought had harmed you or upset you this evening, I did not expect an interest," he tested the word in front you, to be sure he wasn't wrong, "in me, to be the reason. If I had known you felt that way about Phee, about me, then I would have -"

That was enough. He had said enough now.

Before he could continue talking, you grabbed him by his chest plate and pulled him through the threshold of your home. Guiding him by his armour, you moved Tech towards the grey arm chair closest to you. He was somehow still talking, though the sentences were now uncertain and broken. Your heart was beating so loud that you could no longer even hear what he was saying.

With an 'oof', Tech had collided with the chair, his knees buckling at the contact. His hands found your waist with a sweet uncertainty. He softly grabbed at the fabric of your dress, wishing he was not wearing his gloves. You deliberating lowered your face towards him and he froze. Unable to speak as he studied the beautiful features that were before him. You hair cascaded around your shoulders, gravity pulling it towards him as you straddled his narrow waist. You finally spoke, "I was jealous because was able to say the things to you that I wanted to say, to do the things the things that I wanted to do," you clarified and with one final smirk, you whispered "brown eyes."

You felt the groan build in his stomach as you said it. A blush had crept up his neck and over his cheeks at the statement. You simply sat and looked at him as his lips hung slightly open. The nickname hit him differently as it slipped from your lips, smooth and loving. Tasting of honey and home.

Slowly, but surely, you finally lowered your lips to his.

Almost instinctually, one of his hands raised to the side of your chin, guiding your lips to his. His lips were softer than you'd expected. You'd assumed the rugged clones would be just that - rugged. But, as you often were with Tech, you found yourself pleasantly surprised and you felt the force with which he kissed you.

There was a tenderness to his movement, as if he had waited for this as long as you had. As if he wanted the moment to continue on forever, just as you did.

You even enjoyed the sensation of his cool goggles against your cheekbones, sure to leave a little mark when you pull away. You simply enjoyed the taste of Tech, the way his lips seemed to meld so perfectly with yours.

As you pulled back from him for the first time, you could him smiling so genuinely and sweetly and, in that moment, you knew. You knew he would never look at Phee the way he was looking at you right now. You had stopped the cogs of Tech's overactive mind and in its place, left a lusty, cocky male, who simply wanted nothing more than to kiss you and hold you for the rest of his life.

He led your lips back towards yours by the hand at your chin and he tipped his head towards yours. You felt the arm around your waist tighten as your lips made contact. Without thinking, you found yourself grinding once upon his lap, gasping at the friction. He groaned into the kiss before pulling away.

"If I had but known..." he breathed as his head pulled back from yours, resting on the back of the sofa. His breath was heavy in his chest and he looked up at you with a soft smile.

"If you but known how much I wanted you..." you whispered back, as you rested your head against his shoulder. Your breath soft against his ear.

[dandenbo]

spec reqs recs

so much good work this year, i've been trying to make my way through as many as i can. below are some of my favourites. authors are still anonymous and summaries are my own. thanks to the mods at @spectre-requisitions-exchange

my gifts

be gentle - E, nonbinary shepard/thane

it's art! it's explicit! it's OTTO!! there's dick here, be warned, all the more reason to go look at it. i'm blown away by this, it's so gorgeous, and i'm extremely touched that someone drew my oc. i love you i love you 🫶

make me a home even as i wander - T, nonbinary shepard clone/jack

postwar, the clone shows up at her doorstep and asks for her help. a great exploration of the ways jack does and doesn't change, and how bonds grow between hard-edged people. i'm in love with this clone, btw.

other recs

on the shore (from a distance) - M, kaidan alenko/male citadel doctor

really touching examination of trauma and healing. told from the oc pov, fascinating outside look at kaidan's story. really have to praise this one for its structure too, great use of flashbacks.

seeing a salarian about a ship - T, kaidan alenko/major coats

short, sweet slice of spectre life, a little peek at what things are like for both of them postwar. delightful and funny prose.

astronomy in reverse - G, female shepard/male shepard

not exactly a ship fic. and yet! heh. post-control ending, big existential questions, multiverse something or other. this one really got my gears turning, an inspiring piece of writing.

tell me when - E, samantha traynor/ashley williams

great premise that really delivers on conflict and resolution - ashley and sam are both on horizon and ashley's having a bad time. really strong characterisation, fantastic dialogue. also features a gay bar, which i don't see enough in ME fic.

out on the town - T, miranda lawson/liara t'soni

art in a very distinctive style that i always love. i'm studying the textures and colours, they're so cool. also, fashion!

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 49

Now I gotta say again, my timelines are warped a bit, and the pacing withing can change here and there, just as a reminder. OH and so is my upload rhythm.

Masterlist

Chapter 49: Unwanted care

Orion, the curious and playful five-month-old, delighted in the discovery that throwing his toys over the bunk edge created interesting sounds. With newfound excitement, he gleefully grabbed his tiny playthings, testing the theory over and over again. Each time a toy sailed through the air and produced a distinctive noise upon landing, Orion's eyes sparkled with wonder.

Tech, observing his son's experimentation with a mix of amusement and pride, couldn't help but marvel at Orion's budding curiosity and motor skills. He sat nearby, occasionally offering encouraging smiles and gentle words as Orion continued his exploration of cause and effect. The bunk here on Kamino and on the Havoc Marauder transformed into a miniature playground, echoing with the joyful sounds of a baby's laughter and the clatter of toys meeting the floor. Orion's contagious joy and the playful atmosphere created a heart-warming scene, fostering a precious father-son moment amid the routine of their daily life of a clone.

Tech, recognizing the need for a safety barrier to prevent Orion from accidentally falling off the bunk, remembering the accident from Wrecker’s bunk, took a moment to devise a simple yet effective solution. Drawing from his technical expertise, he gathered some materials available as he has enough laying around in their barracks, one can always reuse even the tiniest thing, contemplating the design for the safety barrier. After a brief but focused period of assembly, Tech fashioned a lightweight and collapsible safety railing that could be easily attached to the side of the bunk here and in the ship. The barrier provided a protective boundary for Orion, ensuring he could explore and play on the bunk without the risk of accidental falls.

Tech, satisfied with his creation, tested the safety railing to confirm its stability and security. Once convinced of its effectiveness, he carefully installed it on his bunk. Now, with the safety measure in place, Tech could confidently leave Orion on the bunk, knowing that his son would be shielded from any potential mishaps. Not that he would ever leave him alone, especially on Kamino.

This practical solution reflected Tech's commitment to creating a safe and nurturing environment for Orion, showcasing the blend of his technical skills with the love and care he devoted to his role as a father. But Orion is not appreciating the care of his father right now.

Observing Orion's unease and reluctance toward the newly installed safety railing, Tech realized the need to address his son's concerns. Carefully, he approached Orion, kneeling down to his level and offering a reassuring presence. Tech spoke to Orion in a soothing tone, attempting to alleviate any fear or uncertainty. "Hey there, Orion. This railing is here to keep you safe. See, it's just like a barrier, so you won't accidentally fall off the bunk. It's designed to protect you." To make the experience more positive, Tech reached for one of Orion's favourite toys and placed it within his reach on the bunk, emphasizing that the railing was there to enable playtime without worry. He used gentle gestures and encouraging words, aiming to create a connection between the safety feature and enjoyable activities.

Tech's thoughtful approach aimed to gradually familiarize Orion with the new addition, turning it into a positive element in his environment. The caring father continued to interact with Orion, ensuring that the safety railing became an accepted part of their living space. But the little half clone had none of it, throwing his toys as hard as his body allows, nearly managing to hit his father’s face.

Tech, caught off guard by the unexpected toy toss, reacted quickly, raising an eyebrow at Orion's display of disapproval. Suppressing a chuckle, he retrieved the toy and examined it, feigning a serious expression. "Well, it seems the toy is not a fan of the railing either," Tech remarked in a playful tone, trying to turn the moment into a light-hearted interaction. He set the toy aside and focused on Orion, maintaining his calm demeanour.

"Alright, Orion, let's find a compromise. What if we make a game out of it? We can play with the toy together, and the railing will be like our special boundary. You throw the toy, and I'll catch it. What do you say?" Tech suggested, introducing an element of fun to help Orion associate the safety feature with an enjoyable activity. Tech's goal was to make the railing less intimidating for Orion by incorporating play and bonding into the experience. He awaited Orion's response, ready to adapt to his son's preferences while ensuring a secure environment. But Tech, understands that Orion is still too young to grasp the concept of playing catch, sighed softly, realizing that the introduction of the railing hadn't gone as smoothly as he hoped. He carefully picked up Orion, soothingly murmuring to him as he held his upset son close.

"It's alright, Orion. Change can be a bit overwhelming, I get it," Tech reassured him, gently rocking him in his arms. "Let's try something else, shall we?" Tech pondered for a moment, considering ways to make the environment more comfortable for Orion. He decided to remove the railing temporarily, intending to find a compromise that balanced safety and Orion's comfort. "Okay, buddy, let's give it another shot without the railing for now. We'll figure out a solution together," Tech said, adjusting the bunk to accommodate Orion's preference. As Tech worked to address Orion's concerns, he remained patient, recognizing that adapting to new surroundings could be challenging for an infant. The goal was to create a secure and welcoming space, ensuring that Orion felt at ease in his ever-changing environment on Kamino.

Tech, with a small smile, approached Hunter, gauging the situation. Hunter was laying in his bunk, eyes closed with headphones on, something he does to not overstimulate his enhanced senses. He carefully placed Orion between Hunter's side and arm, letting the little one feel the comforting presence of his uncle. As Orion happily smacked on Hunter's arms, Tech swiftly and discreetly installed the railing, hoping to find a balance that satisfied everyone. As Orion faced the inside of the bunk and not the room itself.

Hunter, surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere and the joyful company of Orion, took off his headphones and looked down at the little one. Orion, seemingly content in his new position, giggled and babbled, completely unaware of the adjustments made to his surroundings. Hunter slightly sitting up and leaning back, opens his mouth but closes it when he sees Tech adjusting the railing.

Tech gave Hunter an understanding nod, signalling that he had modified the bunk for Orion's comfort. Hunter, appreciating the thoughtful gesture, relaxed back into his bunk, watching over Orion as the little one continued to explore his immediate surroundings, now feeling secure with the presence of both Tech and Hunter. The trio found a moment of tranquillity amidst the otherwise dynamic life on Kamino. “You know, Orion this railing isn’t for me, I did not fall out a bunk for a while.” Hunter jokes. Understanding that this is Tech’s way of trying to introduce Orion to changes, which will come tenfold.

Chapter 50

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk

Okay I have a plan for the Plan 99 situation. And I want to post a sneak of a chapter, but it would give away so much, I can't.

[velvet-vox]

Oropo; the ideology of power behind being god: Part 1

This is for @secret-engima .

One of the things villains tend to do or want in fiction is becoming god or just having a god complex due to their insane power (examples down below):

Bill Chyper, big nihilist with unimaginable godlike powers that uses them for his own amusement and entertainment.

Flowey, a time resetting rogue experiment that wants to become god through manipulation and brute force.

The solver of the absolute fabric, the mechanical equivalent of the antichrist in his show, who plays himself up as the god of his universe.

All of these baddies have in common their insane power level as their main feature and seek to cultivate said characteristic in different ways.

Bill Chyper is a multi dimensional super being that burned down his own world and seeks to do it again in a new one to satisfy his sense of boredom caused by his insane godly powers; Bill, although probably quite sadistic by nature considering the fact that he destroyed his own world, sees himself as a God, but doesn't think to highly of said title nor does he seek even more power and just limits himself to benefitting from its advantages.

Flowey is actually the reincarnated body of a traumatized, dead child that has risen to the temporary god of his world through the ability of rewinding time, and wished to gain even more power through the absorption of souls, so that he could finally break free from his unchanging existence and solitude. In his case, although Flowey already had the powers of a god, but didn't view himself as one so he decided to gain even more power than the one he had.

The Absolute Solver, (this part will be reviewed at a later date) although very mysterious and with an ongoing story going on, seems like a shared IA eldritch entity that can have various hosts each and every one active at the same time with a priority system and has an hive mind identity of his own that gives it a shaky sense of self and seeks to spread that self across the universe with his reality warping powers. The solver is portrayed as the devil while being viewed as god by the human researchers and this leads to an interesting dichotomy in the solver's sense of self.

But while all of this is pretty interesting on its own, I believe there is one villain who took the idea of power and becoming god and took it to a whole new level by building an entire philosophy, ideology and theology around it.

And that villain is none other than the Eliotrope Oropo from Wakfu, the main antagonist of season 3.

For starters even though Oropo in the actual season isn't as competently written as Nox and Qilby, the idea that he had baked into his DNA would have made him by far my favourite Wakfu antagonist, and one of said unique ideas that make Oropo so different from many other fictional villains is his unique spin on the "I want to become/am a god" baddie mindset that he has developed.

You see, from the very start Oropo is an extremely powerful being but not an omnipotent one like Bill, more in line with the base form Absolute Solver and seeks to gain more power like Flowey.

But where he starts to differentiate himself from the others is the complex world view that he develops around the idea of power and godliness. You see, Oropo is a clone of the main character of the show that had his entire race of copies sent back in time to the beginning of everything and had to watch every single one of his siblings die with the gods being uncaring to their situation which sparked in him the idea to replace them. But while a normal person would think that he'd limit himself to just obtain more power and then become the only god of the world, what actually happens is that, in an attempt to prove himself better than the gods, he builds his own new pantheon made out of abandoned demigods, and builds up a tower meant to represent his doctrine from which he'll replace the gods once the time loop ends.

And that's what's really fascinating about Oropo, it's his complex idea of what being a god is like; he doesn't limit himself to just being powerful or gaining more power to obtain everything he wants, no, he has to build a pantheon, a doctrine, his own mythology and have other people who share his ideology to rule alongside him in the hierarchy that he has envisioned complete with his own set of rules and roles which must be obeyed by everyone.

Next part>>>>

[cmdrburton]

MB: so why did the bodyguard shoot her. that's what i want to know Three: Perhaps they were paid off? 🤔 MB: i think she was a clone and they figured it out

My art entry for @aspec-tmbd, featuring Three helping MB with a resupply! while talking about their favourite show :D for the prompt bots/constructs helping each other with maintenance/upgrades c:

[keef-a-corn]

Hey,

for the wips tag game. If you don't mind, could you elaborate on TBB Fic 17 some more? I haven't really been into Star Wars for years now, but that sounds as if stuff is about to go down/just went down and I'm definitely interested in that.

If you don't want to, that's fine, too. Don't feel pressured.

Ah yes, fic 17

Also recognised as ‘the trafficking fic’

Where Tech gets trafficked :3

Here’s a snippet!!

It had been a simple objective. Lift up the box, take a maximum of 7 steps outside, place the box down, then walk back inside, and return to datapad and ice-pack. But nooooo. No. That’s too easy. Too simple. Though what was he expecting? This was not Pabu. They were not protected by the Republic. And this was not an innocent civilian. Tech sighed softly, resting his head to the side. At least the floor was cool. His hands and feet were bound together, goggles having long been ripped from his face- though judging from the occasional clink and slide, they were somewhere in the back, the glass shattered and the whole thing out of his reach. The tape over his mouth clung tight against his skin, while the knot of the blindfold dug into the back of his head.

He tried shifting, only to receive a whack from, what he assumed to be, a cane. It was certainly a curious choice of weapon for a kidnapper, but this was turning out to be a quite successful operation, so who was he to judge?

Tech couldn’t do much but quietly listen to surrounding sounds from where he was, though he wasn’t Hunter. He couldn't just pinpoint his exact coordinates. However, he was able to pick up on the sound of a nasally vendor that they always had to walk by to get to the marauder- from the way his voice disappeared behind him, Tech could give a rough estimate to where he was. Though how long that estimate would last, greatly depended on how his circumstances changed.

As much as Tech despised being rescued, the feeling of being a burden on others made him want to hurl, he would do anything for someone to get him out of this situation- especially as the uneasy anxiety in his stomach continued to bubble. To the best of his ability, he tried to curl up, imaging he was anywhere but there.

But then for a moment, he could’ve sworn up and down he heard someone call out his name. Though this was only for a moment, which dissipated as the sound of the engine engulfed his senses, and the feeling of lift off left the planet, and his hope of rescue, behind.

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Later on there features my first clone OCs

Tripwire, Range, Quarter and Axel (these are older sketches)

Tripwire was named by @clownery-and-fuckery

It’s more me exploring darker themes in fanfiction using one of my favourite boys, while also exploring the rat’s relationship without Tech (this was started pre-season 3 and now I ignore season 3)

[sunflowersandink]

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

awww man. this is legit an impossible question for me to answer, there are SO many I love for so many different reasons.

I think if I had to pick one artist it would be @silk-scarlet-ribbons - the way they capture movement and character and expression is just absolutely unparalleled to me, every work of hers just slots into its own little spot in my brain that I didn’t realize was empty.

A lot of my favorite works of theirs are discord exclusives that won’t make a lot of sense without an entire AU’s worth of context, but here’s a great one that lives rent-free in my head - featuring Jason dressing up in his old Robin outfit at the request of de-aged/clone baby Dickiebin. The sharp affection in Jason’s face? The absolutely cherubic energy Dickiebin is exuding? The way Dick’s little hands wrap around Jason’s wrist? The pixie boots? Perfect. Showstopping. Incredible. NO one is doing it like Scar is.

I also think I have to include @ky-landfill in here - there’s absolutely no way I can pick one favorite piece (true for every one of these artists tbh), because everything they draw makes my heart ache in the very best of ways, but I have a ton of love for this piece

I’m just so attached to Jason and Cass getting to be siblings. I love how small she is beside him, I love the way his hair curls and the scars on his cheek, I love that he looks like a battered young man and looks so soft at the same time, with his arms held awkwardly like he’s not sure how to respond to being hugged. It’s just so. *ugh.* you know? I could stare at this for hours

And finally I’ve gotta shout out @amorkuku. this was the first work of theirs that I remember seeing, and oh my god I have not stopped cackling about it since

everything about it just catches me right in the funny bone. Kon’s stupid little delighted face and Tim’s entire everything as he gets dropped on his ass. Both of their •_• faces as the adults in their lives stare at them in disappointment. The way Clark looks so concerned and Bruce manages to look so tired with minimal facial expression. It’s a piece of comedic genius, and everything else this artist has ever done, especially a lot of their recent Dami and Jason comics has been an absolute goddamn delight. If I could buy a collection of their works in a physical book like I did with Wayne Family Adventures I would do it in a heartbeat

God there are SO many more works that spark joy but if I keep going we will literally be here all day <333

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Fanartist Appreciation Post

I am super honoured that these amazing fanartists have created art of some of my fics - I wanted to feature them all in one place, as well as the links to their art you will find on my fics!

Rope Burns / Adrenaline Crash The Batch rescue Omega after she is captured by bounty hunters. Seeing that she is injured, Hunter loses control and vows to hunt down her captors.

I love this piece of art by @collophora, the first time anyone ever drew art of my fic! Adrenaline Crash is one of my favourite Bad Batch fanfics I've written, and it was just so amazing to be surprised with this awesome piece of art immortalising Feral Hunter

The amazing @carhorno showed up in the comments of my fic and got to brainstorming an idea for a follow up, which I am very excited to be working on. She promised me art of our new, heart-breaking idea and here it is - a gut-wrenching piece of Omega and Hunter, ready to inspire my writing, as well as the awesome concept we developed for new fic Adrenaline Crash: Savage >:)

Water Gun Fight The children of Pabu have a water gun fight

@the-little-moment and I go back to our shared Angstpril writing challenge under the name Little Kyber Thoughts (and she also designed the fabulous skull divider I use! ^_^ <3) But it was this light-hearted fic which inspired her to create this brilliant, tropical piece of art; I love the vibrancy of the colours, and Crosshair just waiting to terrorise everyone with a water pistol :P

"Need a hand?" Crosshair struggles to manage a task one-handed. Wrecker is there to support him.

When this prompt came up for Summer of Bad Batch, @fanfoolishness and I both wrote about Crosshair coming to terms with his missing hand, and both of us chose Wrecker as the brother to comfort him. I was so honoured when she also illustrated this scene from my fic, perfectly capturing Crosshair's breakdown and just needing to be held by his brother - it's just how I visualised it, and I love it! :')

Batch-mega Fullmetal Alchemist x The Bad Batch crossover fanart

I adore @paperback-rascal's TCWxFMA crossover series, but being unsure of the protocol about approaching an admired fanartist and saying 'I had this idea...', I drew it myself. I was so excited when they came back with a whole extra page of comic, and a snippet of narrative to go with! I'm sad that the preview shows my sketchy doodles instead of their amazing comic of Hunter waking from his nightmare, so definitely follow the link to admire their art!

Fairground Date Hunter needs to take his mind off things, and taking Omega and Lyana to the funfair seems like the perfect day out. That is, until Crosshair makes an unexpected appearance.

When I wrote Hunter and Crosshair going through the pink-lit Tunnel of Love, who knew that @indigofyrebird had the character toys lying around, and the perfect neon light to recreate the scene! I would never have imagined that toy photography would capture this tender scene so well, but I love everything about this picture! <3

R U Mine? (Laundry Day) A collection of short stories about Crosshair and Hunter's developing relationship.

Hunter forgetting to do his laundry until he's run out of clean clothes and ending up raiding Wrecker's wardrobe was the first thing I wrote for this 10,000 word short story. The amazing @indigofyrebird has been at it again, this time with an awesome hand-drawn illustration that perfectly captures Hunter's sulky scowl as Crosshair calls him out on neglecting his chores!