#full squad

[cyborg00-why]

Featured bonus illustrations from the first print volume of The Lightning-Speed Cyborg 009. Licensed Illustrations by Tanata Tanako

[mimiso-soup]

thank you sekai for putting some of my favourite gals together ever since the 'paint what i love rainbow canvas' event

[glassedplanets]

: )

[phantom-of-the-501st]

I love how Echo went from "I read the reg manuals for fun and insist we do everything by the books" to "I'm going to sneak onto this heavily-guarded imperial ship by myself and hope that I can get you guys on here too before I'm taken to an unknown location where I'll probably die. Oh, and I'm gonna do it by going up the droid chute."

[leopardmuffinxo]

forged from the heart

[isjasz]

[Day 224]

They're so silly

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Most guardian angels have it easy.

Kevin Lee, on the other hand, is constantly chasing after Howie and working his ass off to try and keep him alive. He still gets headaches from absorbing most of that rebar damage.

Who knew angels could get headaches? That was fun to learn.

After the bridge collapse, once Howie's safe and on the mend again, Kevin sits on top of the 118, legs swinging over the edge as he looks up at the night sky.

"Do you think you could give these guys a break?" he calls out. "Maybe for just a little bit?"

"That's a great question."

Kevin startles at the voice, almost tumbling off the roof.

"Sorry." A guy comes into view, chuckling as he sits down beside him. His hair is weirdly singed and he has no eyebrows at all.

When Kevin squints, he actually thinks he can see a little smoke coming off of him.

"Hey," the guy says, holding out a hand to shake. "Daniel Buckley. Nice to meet you."

"Kevin Lee." He grasps Daniel's hand, jolting at the shock it gives him.

"Sorry," Daniel says, smiling ruefully. "Still taking awhile to shake that."

Right. The lightning strike. Kevin had heard Howie talking about that.

"Yours puts you through it too, huh?"

"The stories I could tell," Daniel laughs.

"Bet you mine are better," Kevin says.

Daniel grins again, eyes glinting with something that would've put a lesser angel off. "I'll take that bet."

[xulips]

post RAD BLAST

[fiiiiin]

Dagger Squad hanging out at a bar and Jake is uncharacteristically quiet and docile but clearly GLOWING and happy; he’s calmly chatting with Javy in the corner all smiles and no snark while the rest of the team watch from across the bar; Phoenix asks “what happened to his attitude?” and Bradley smirks and goes “fucked it out of him” and the whole team does a double take not because they didn’t predict it but just because Bradley was so blunt about it

[a-dream-seeking-light]

syd mead-designed lapd squad car used on the production of ridley scott’s blade runner (1982).  photographed by @iamted7 via the petersen automotive museum in la.  

[cyborg00-why]

Licensed Illustration by Tanata Tanako

[danidrawsstuff]

☘️ pls <3

☘️ my favorite friendship

listen my personal interpretation of these three cannot be more different from canon but I would be a liar if i didn't acknowledge my roots

send me a symbol and i'll draw something!

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[mxrcusflint]

rooster x hangman ↪ lyrics that remind me of them

[alligaytorswamp]

commission for @wishfulfeline 💕

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Nothing… just Violet wearing Xaden’s shirt and stealing his clothes, and Xaden asking to help wash her hair and taking care of her, while making sure his mind is open to her so the bond can wrap around her now-dreamless-nights and never let her be alone, and joking about how far they’ve come beyond any “breakup point”, and really channeling the “old married couple” vibes the squad said they had at the beginning of this book only double-dosed on fluff.

[mellosdrawings]

OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?

What have you unleashed?

(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)

Jamil

He shouldn’t be surprised.

Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.

Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.

A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.

So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.

Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-

Well…

He isn't surprised.

Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.

Vil

They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.

Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.

He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.

Suffering brings more views than success.

So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.

Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.

And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-

Vil cries himself to sleep.

Leona

It’s just sand.

Only sand.

For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.

Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.

Who cares.

Who fucking cares.

He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.

He might as well turn his own heart into sand.

It would hurt less.