#i'm on movile

[r-adio]

i should be somewhat un/shado/wbanned so i'm hoping everyone i just followed back saw me do it, but i really can't tell atm & my gf is still asleep

[vinivan]

Shrignold might be a bit jealous that the worm eagle, is getting more love than him 👀

(i decided to stop with the details bc this was not going to see light of day if i kept going 💀)

[oozedninjas]

This is more on the fluffy end, but could easily turn naughty if you choose. (￣▽￣)b

Normally shy crush randomly sitting on bayboys lap? They want attention and are determined to get it, flustered and all!

Also, hello! I love your posts. Thank you. (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ

Reader sits on their lap to get their attention!!

2007 / NSFWish / Suggestive/boys are 25 and love to see you squirming for them

Leo is cleaning his katana when he feels your hands sliding over his shoulders. Immediately recognizing the touch, he glances at you.

"Hi, love. I thought our date was in another hour," he notes, a glimpse of a playful taunt in his tone.

"I got impatient," you say, sitting on his lap in one motion. "I want you now."

Your bravado stuns him for half a heartbeat before dissolving into a smirk. He places the sword on the side to pull you further onto his lap. His voice is a hot whisper near your lips. "Show me how much."

Raphael is fixing Turtle Movil's muffler when he hears your steps approaching over the smooth asphalt of the garage.

"I'll be with ya in a sec, doll!" he voices from under the van.

You humm, stepping on the edge of Mikey's skateboard, currently serving as support for Rafael to slide under the car. You roll him out.

"Hey! he whines sitting up, just half a second before you sit on his lap.

His breath hitches as you straddle him, shell pressed to the van's side.

"Sorry Raph, I don't feel like waiting," you breathe, trapping his mouth.

Donatello is so invested in talking about this new substance that he doesn't notice you stripping. When you press your bare chest to his shell and drag your hands over his plastron, his words trail off as he tenses.

"Hmm, darling?"

"Yeah?"

"W-what are you doing?"

You smile, turning his swivel chair to you, wasting no time sitting down on his lap.

"I'm listening," you mutter into his ear. "You're so hot when you talk about deadly substances. But I'd love to hear something a bit sweeter."

"Yeah? Like what?" he manages, heart racing.

You lick a stripe over his pulse line, eliciting a whimper from him.

"Like that."

Mikey was chilling, sitting on the worn-out couch, waiting for the TV to load what looked like a video. You placed your hands over his eyes.

"Guess who it is?"

"My Sugar bun?!" he says, turning back excitedly. "Hi! You're just in time, I'm about to start a new game! Let me show you," Mikey reaches for the Xbox controller, turning his back to you.

"Sure! Is the Brotherhood joining soon?"

He giggles at the nickname. "Nah, they're out."

You frown. "Out? All of them?"

"Yeah. Leo's training with his new partner, Raph's out with Casey… and Don's helping April cover some tech issues or something. Oh, and dad's sleeping," Mikey explained idly, choosing the abilities for the playable character.

"Wait, we'll be alone here for… a while?" you venture.

"Yup! So, you want to play with me?"

You smirk, climbing onto his lap. "Love to!"

He dodges you, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment of contemplation, you break into a mischievous grin.

"But how about we make it more interesting? The loser has to take off an article of clothing for each game over."

You tug at his orange hood, and his eyes dart to you, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Aw baby, you know you won't beat me, right?"

"I'll take the risk," you say, kissing his snout.

[menxisan]

The weird design guy wasn't even in this episode, I'm just vert bad watching episodes linearly from that page ?!?!?

I accidentaly put star twinkle episode 9 instead of 8 and I was like, damn madoka life is hard, and she has to deal with going to space later...

[oceansssblue]

From the stuck in a snowstorm Christmas prompt:

Can I get Rex X Male Reader where they get separated from Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan during a mission and are forced to hide in a cave till the storm ends please?

Male Reader is injured from saving Rex’s life from a droid attack and Rex is using all his willpower to not think about what would have happened if he lost him.

The angst buildup to confessing your feelings is the best type of word food.

Your wishes are my orders... Let's jump with the prompt number 9 (stuck in a snow storm) rn! 🫡

I write original ideas but I swear I like the classics and basics so much too... 🤪

Enjoy!

Xx, Blue. 💖

PS. For those who may be wanting to do a request, I'm leaving you the list of prompts at the end of this oneshot if you want to check it out. I also accept your own request ideas as long as it's xmasy.

"THE MOST IMPORTANT THING" – REX / MALE READER 💔💖

WARNINGS: fleeting mentions of wounds & blood. Thoughts about almost losing someone. Snow storm & freezing temperatures. Comfort & first kiss.

Rex can barely see what's five steps ahead of him. Even with the improved vision provided by his helmet, the blizzard makes everything blurry; a white picture of snow that would have been beautiful if it hadn't turned into a storm –and Rex needn't to make his way across it in order to get to safety–. His objective is to find cover in the mountains; but even if they appear to be close in distance, it's not an easy task to acomplish. He has to fight each step of the way; his lower legs sinking on the snow as he walks and making it incredibly tiring to advance forwards. He can't stop, though. You can't.

You're injured; arm drapped over his shoulders and finding strength in the Force to not let yourself drop unconscious. It's tempting; but you refuse to succumb to blood loss and fatigue. You refuse to be a dead weight for the captain to carry. You know he's worried enough as it is.

All four Jedis assigned to this mission had worn some sort of armour for the 501st, 212th, and 464th's batallions relief; but armour isn't undestructible, and it doesn't completely cover one's body. There's always vulnerable spots required for movility; and a droid had managed to get you on one of those. By pure luck, the captain is sure. Tinnies can't aim with that sniper-like precision. It's why so many of them are needed to make one clone's work.

Even with three battalions meshed together, the army sent by the Separatists had been massive. The fight had prolonged for over a week; and at one point, Rex had been surrounded by ten droids at once. Trying to command his men at the same time, making his orders known over the sound of blasterfire and explosions, he hadn't noticed a droid attacking him from his dead angle of vision; and it was then when you had jumped in to save him. When Rex had twisted around in surprise and had seen the frizzed cloth in the gap between your chest and abdomen plates he had almost pannicked; but you had shot him a calming –and pained– smile and assured him it was just a superficial wound before dodging another attack and pushing forward. Rex had had to force himself to concentrate throughout the rest of the battle. To not think on the implications of your acts; of what could have been.

But here, with none of his men at his sides and no trace of Anakin, Obi-Wan and Ashoka –they had all splitted into pairs in order to scout the city after the end of the battle when the snow storm had surprised them–, he has nothing to distract him from said thoughts.

You could have died. Jedi, for all of Anakin's recklesness, aren't inmortal; he could have lost you. Forever; a permanent absense and void in his heart no one would be able to cure. All those little things Rex always looks forward too —a cup of hot chocolate shared after a hard mission, the way your face lit up and innocently waved when you saw him across the hangar, all the little spontaneous trips you insisted for him to acompany you around Coruscant, if only using an excuse to show Rex what life could be outside of war... All of that would dissapear, disolve as if it had never existed; and Rex would be left staring into nothing.

They finally reach the mountains; and after a little while longer, they find a safe spot for them to take refuge in. They almost stumble inside –both of their legs aching and trembling from the cold and effort by now–; but being protected from the harsh and unforgiving wind is an instant relief.

Rex helps you to sit down; and you stretch your legs on the rocky floor of the cave and let him tug you backwards so that your shoulders are able to rest against one of the walls. You're shivering; the freezing temperatures managing to slip under your armour and specially on your vulnerable open spot. It's not all bad, though; you guess that the combination of the quick self-cauterizing blaster shot and the cold have managed to sort of keep the wound in stasis. Your vision is blurry and blackening when you try to move your head around, though; you feel dizzy and weak too. You don't know if it's because the wound, the post-battle fatigue, the cold, or all of them combined.

"General?" You hear Rex's voice ask, and it's only then when you notice his voice sounds too close and clear and realize he has taken off his bucket. "I think you're a step away from frostbite. You should take the armour off; it's so cold it's making you more damage than good at this point, now that we're hiding here".

You nod distractedly. That makes sense, yeah. You move your right hand to the shoulder attachments of your chest plate; but your movements are too slugish to pry the seals apart. The Captain's hands gently tug yours away and he tries to do it instead.

"Let me help you, okay?" He asks, always a bit wary to touch you and cross the line between General and trooper –it had taken a really long time for him not to jump at your ocasional affectionate pat on the shoulder or squeeze on his arms–. "Just try... Try to stay with me, General".

You hum in agreement and close your eyes; following his gentle commands a bit too slow for Rex's taste. He carefully pries each plate from your body and sets it aside; packing it up in the same way all clones do with theirs. You don't even react when your wound is exposed to the cold air; but Rex is quick to cover it with a bacta patch anyways. Then goes the plates of your back; and youre finally left in the soft and comfortable tunic and unders you always wear for the battlefield.

A new wave of exhaustion hits you; and your body slumps forward, only saved from smashing into the ground by Rex's quick hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. Hey, General. Cyare don't... Don't leave me".

You can hear the fear in his voice. The pain. The panic.

Even if it's an almost impossible task, you manage to blink your eyes open if only just for his sake.

"m' not going anywhere, Rex. I just need to sleep" you mumble grogily, trying to control the way your mind spins.

Rex opens his mouth, ready to ask you to stay with him, to not leave him here; but you continue and reassure him.

"This' one of those times you're gonna' have to believe in the Jedi magic. M'not dying. I just need to sleep and connect with the Force".

Rex reluctantly –scared– nods. He knows you had received a different training from Anakin, Ashoka and Obi-Wan; the Jedis he's used to work with. But all Jedis are not the same. While the previous three had grown more focused on how to use the Force to fight, you had cultivated other aspects; telepathy, healing. Kit Fisto had been your master; and though he had definitly teached you the art of the lightsaber, he had also encouraged you to explore your gift for telepathy –he was a powerfull telepath too– and even offered you to spend a few years learning Force Healing under the supervision of Jedi Stass Allie in the Temple. You had once explained to him you were nowhere close to be considered an expert on such themes; but that you could at least accelerate the curative progression of wounds a bit, if only enough to evade the risk of inminent death.

Rex doesn't need your skin to be completely closed and looking as if the shot had never happened; he had enough with avoiding your loss for now.

"Okay" he whispers back with a shuddering breath. "I'll let you sleep, then. Just let me... Let me hold you against me. You're still freezing and I don't want to risk it while we both rest".

"Kay" you mumble in response, closing your eyes again and dropping your head back against the wall. "But hurry up, my brain's fuzzy".

Rex nods and rushes to take his own armour off; staying in his blacks and taking a seat by your side, with his back against the wall. He then burries his thoughts about rules and impropiate gestures and pushes an arm under your knees; the other one around your torso, and then he uses a small burst of energy and tugs you towards him so that you're resting in his lap, between his crossed legs.

You make a little surprised sound; but inmediately melt against him when he pulls a heating emergency blanket from his backpack and places it around your body. You hum feeling gratefull and cuddle closer to his chest; hiding your face in his neck and tugging the blanket closer to try to cover him as well.

His hands give you a soft squeeze. Shortly after, you surrender to unconsciousness.

Rex has a lot of time to think until you wake up again between his arms.

He takes the moment of respite to breathe in your warmth and soothe his stressed mind; his galoping heart. It was terrifying, almost losing you; but you're safe now. Your breathing has eased with time; your deep, pained frown slowly relaxing and an almost peacefull expresion making its way across your face.

It's still a huge relief for him when you groan and open your eyes; blinking slowly to try to make a picture of whats happening and where you are.

Rex only softens his hold on your body so that you can sit down straigther and turn around to face him. You stretch your neck and shoot him a tired but warm smile.

"Hey" the captain rasps. "How are you feeling?"

You glance down at your dressed wound and take a moment to analyse yourself. You're still tired, and your muscles ache, and you're in desperate need of some water and a shower; but here in Rex's lap, you can't help but feel content and safe.

"Better" you decide to answer, smiling softly. "You?"

Rex tries to give you a tiny smile; but it's such a pained, little unsure thing that it tugs at your heart.

"I'm fine" he answers, one of his hands carefully caressing up and down your back under the blanket.

You shove down a pleasant shiver and tilt your head to the side.

"I don't have to be a Jedi to know that's a lie" you tell him cautiously, your own hands travelling down to catch his with yours. "Tell me, if you want?"

Rex stares at you for a few seconds and sighs.

"You shouldn't have jumped in to save me" he starts, glancing down at your hands, unable to hold the weight of your beautiful eyes on his while he confesses this. "You're one in a million. A Jedi General. Hundreds of lifes depend on yours. Mine is replacable. I'm not important, and you..."

"You're the most important thing in mine".

It's soft and sweet; the way you finally tell him what you've been keeping to your heart all this time. What you've been struggling with.

"What?"

Rex has the most cute stunned and confused face you've seen before. His eyes lock onto yours inmediately; almost not believing your words, like needing to check you've really said that to him. That you mean it.

You smile wistfully and squeeze his hands. They're rough, callous formed on the spots where his skin frictions with his favorite pair of DC-blasters; the hands of a soldier that hasn't had the chance to be anything else. It's why you have been trying to show him the rest of the world, the little pleasure that can be found in the simplest everyday things. He deserves it. All his brothers do.

"I have never wanted more than I had" you begin, deciding to finally bare your heart once and for all to him. "All I've ever wanted to do is help others, and I've grown up with that purpose without having nothing else to fight for. Nothing that I wanted for myself. No secret that I had to keep trapped inside ny mind or heart. Yet..."

You reach up to trace reverent fingertips over the captain's cheek. You feel his stuttering breath against your skin; smile at the loving, hopefull way his golden eyes are silently watching you.

"I want to keep you, Rex. Every morning I find myself expectant and tense until I see you in the distance. Everytime we're close, everytime we talk, it fills me with a comforting warmth" your eyes track a sinfull path through his lips. So tempting, so close to yours. You can't help yourself and trace a thumb over them. Rex gasps, and his eyes flicker through your face, his heart filling with devotion and passion too. "I want to burn, though. I've been trying to hold back, but I can't. I want to get closer. I want to kiss you. I want to be able to relax between your arms when everything gets to be too much. You might think that in the grand scale of things you're not important. Perhaps, seing it that way, none of us are. What I can tell you is my personal truth, your spot in my individual scale; and there's no other person I deem as important as you".

You're desperate to kiss him; but you feel like he wants to say something too, so you try to be patient and wait for him.

Rex cups one side of your face in his hand. It trembles. You understand the feeling; and smile encouragingly. You have been worried about mistaking his kidness for something more too; of crossing boundaries. But he has nothing to fear now. Still, you understand. Your heart is speeding up in your chest too; as it does with everything exciting and new. Your feelings for him aren't; but this closeness, the real posibility of kissing him for the first time, is.

"I've loved you for a long time now" he admits, voice gentle and firm despite his own nervousness. "Perhaps for as long as I've been able to understand what romantic love is. I... I'll be happy to have you, cyare. When you need me and when you don't, too".

His words shoot warmth and joy to every cell of your body; a radiant smile perching on your tired face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, bringing your face close to his with a gentle tug of your chin.

You smile and sigh.

"Yes..." you whisper over his lips. "Yeah".

THE END.

Didn't I make you two cute? Aaaaah 💖 Hope you like it! Xx, Blue.

Still accepting Xmas requests, you can use any of this prompts (except 9) or one of your own!

[generalluxun]

Hey. Asking about how Chloe was abused. My knowldge of abuse is fairly limited to general pop knowledge so I'm curious as to what abuse was done to her.

Okay caveats first:

I am not a medical professional, I am simply someone with a vested interest in the topic who has done more research than the average person.

There are many definitions of abuse. Legal definitions are rarely useful, as they are limited to concrete, provable, gross violations. Just as you can inflict a lot of pain on someone without leaving the marks to prove assault, you can do a lot of damage to a child without it being legally 'provable'. Medical definitions are much more helpful for discussions.

Lastly some level of extrapolation is required as it is a show. We take what we are shown. For example:We actually only have Felix's word that he was ever abused, and his first character traits sre being deceitful and manipulative. We still take his word though, because it's a show. (And also we should give weight to victim accounts!)

So both parents are guilty in different ways. We will start with Audrey, the simpler one. There's clear verbal and emotional abuse demonstrated on screen. Mis-naming your child is a form of abuse:please ask the trans community about the impact of deadnaming even in full grown adults.

Beyond that she is constantly dismissive and belittling of her child- to the exclusion of all else. Style Queen/Queen Wasp is rife with examples. There is also the clear behavior shift in Chloé. The wheeling, approval seeking, hunched posture expecting rejection. This is a *pattern* not a one off. Audrey may live in NY, but no fashion movil would be away from Paris for 13yrs straight. We are simply seeing the most recent interaction. This culminates im a child having to ask 'Why don't you love me mother?' and the response is telling

Audrey barely chokes out the strange word when trying to contradict the question. It takes Marinette literally making them both mad at her to get a bare minimum of interaction on Audrey's part. It doesn't last though. Audrey falls back into her negation behaviors and is now present to inflict them more regularly on Chloé, while also being a constant target for/model of behavior for Chloé. (Seriously it was such a misstep to write Marinette reuniting a victim with an abuser) We know the show itself considers Audrey'ss care as a bad thing because the original script had André divorcing her and takin Zoé because Zoé 'doesn't deserve you' so Chloé being in an abusive parenting situation in Representation is supposed to be 'punishment'(ewww)

André is not off the hook either. People look at him 'spoiling' her and leave it at that. Well, 'spoiling' can in fact be abusive too. Let's look at what we see:

André has been her primary caregiver for 14 years now, so he has had the most responsibility in molding what we see for good or bad(mostly bad). She does learn from him too. Darkblade she proudly announces she learned everything about winning elections from watching her father. He's also excessively arrogant (I'm the symbol of Paris!) and quite willing to abuse his power for his own ends(having Roger round up protestors etc) which explains where Chloé learned where power is to be abused.

André is also extremely neglectful as a parent, extreeeeemely. Let's hit a bunch of points in the order they come to me.

Chloé lives *alone* in a hotel suite. There's no shared space, no family area. It's not even really her room. It's commercial, sterile. Where sre her hobbies? Posters? Even her *colors*? She is so used to being ignored at home that the girl who is loud as heck everywhere else doesn't make a single mark on her living space.

A hotel employee seems to think he needs to step in to raise Chloé. Let that sink in. An employee can see how bad it is and tried to make some kind of change, (he's working against a lifetime of ingrained behavior and is not very good at it himself). He doesn't even think to you know... Get Andre in to do this.

André was unaware or didn't care his daughter hasn't done schoolwork since Sabrina *learned to write*(5/6 yrs old) that is a shocking level of disinterest in your child. 6yr olds aren't criminal masterminds.

Andre supplants actual attention and affection with *stuff* he gives material possessions in *place* of parenting. This is somewhat similar to spoiling but not the same. André's method denies the child something vital. You see- things aren't a substitute for affection/attention, developmentally. And so while they may delight they never satisfy the need. They never validate the emotional attachment. So after the shine wears off, the hole is still there. So, like someone with an addiction, the child needs more, and more, and more. Since the needs are never met, it is never enough. And this is what the child views as *normal* this is simply *how it is*. They rarely know they are being given inadequate care because it's just life to them. Seeing something different in a one off doesn't make a dent vs a whole life.

This sort of thing makes a potent cocktail when mixed with the abandonment issues from her mother too. See- if her mother left, and daddy doesn't pay attention, anyone can leave. This leads to a cycle of pushing/demanding/hurting. The child expects to be left and let down, so they both try to reassure themselves it won't happen, and *make* it happen on their own terms (because they believe deep down it will) so more outrageous demands, because when those demands are met, it shows that you are still 'loved' and when they are not met, then there you go, you are not loved and they will leave you. It's a self-destructive spiral.

You see it play out with her interactions with her classmates and Sabrina specifically. How does she express affection? Gifts. What does she do? Push. Push and push and find the breaking point because if she can make Sabrina actually leave then it shows that she herself is worthless and her mother was right to leave her and her father is right to ignore her. Pretty messed up right? Yeah. Child abuse does horrible things to kids.

We're not done with André yet. Some people might say 'he expresses love for Chloé!' and to that I say- performatively.

André likes the idea of being a father. It's what respectable people do. It looks good on camera. It's someone to love him unconditionally. It's an ally against his wife.(broken home dynamics are horrible too) André just doesn't like having to parent for more than a snapshot.

We can see his interactions with Zoé highlight this too. He's delighted she's here!(a potential person on his side vs his wife and daughter) what's his first parenting advice? 'lock your dreams away and get on with life' A+ André.

What's he do in Queen Banana? He uses his power to let Chloé manipulate the movie *kicking Zoé out of it* This is the guy who is supposed to be supporting her? He only draws the line when it comes to sending Zoé away... Why? He doesn't want to lose an 'ally'. It's power dynamics. Not parenting. Where was he when Zoé was stuck in boarding school? He was going to keep Zoé in the divorce so clearly Mr Lee isn't in the picture, Audrey probably forgot Zoé existed, why didn't André bring Zoé to France and let the sisters grow up together? Oh, right, that might be work.

André likes Zoé because she comes pre-raised(boarding school was probably better than either parent) he doesn't have to put in work and he gets a free good kid to make him look like a father. She's his 'do over' as he throws the one he raised in the trash.

André shows his true colors when he's lamenting to Gabe about his corruption and abuse and blames ot on his 'heartless daughter' you know... The child he raised. The grown man is actually shoving his own corruption and misdeeds onto his child. You really don't need much more than that.

So, via neglect, verbal abuse, and emotional abuse the Bourgeois parents raised an incredibly messed up child. Chloé is not a 'good victim' like Adrien, she doesn't sulk quietly under abuse. She lashes out. She is hurt and angry and she passes the pain on. This is why they call it the cycle of abuse.

The end of Revolution illustrates this perfectly. Audrey throws verbal abuse at her on the plane. Angry that Chloé embarrassed her(not that she did wrong, Audrey loved the power grab) and calls her a loser by implication. You *see* it hit, the physical cringe. Then Chloé immedietely goes to try and pass on the pain. She is hurt and making someone else hurt is the only way to lessen it. She calls Marinette. Marinette breaks the cycle though, and good for her. But the show seems to have forgotten there's still one hurt child in this scene, and it doesn't seem to care.

I'm going to stop here for now. I probably left a bunch out, but I do have other things I need to do. Feel free to ask more questions. Thanks for taking the time to seek answers.

[thepacifistrouter]

Demon Portal AU

Hello People!

After a little conversation with some friends, this idea came to me and I needed to cook it at least a bit!!

Note aside: this will not be based in any special or specific folklore so I'm not too creatively limited, but I'd do like to recieve information about the so I can make a more solid base.

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Basically, here Wheatley is a demon, a weak demon, who's first actually serious mission was to curse Chell, and... the results were not expected... not for him at least e.e

He was told this was going to be an easy target buuut, yeah... he was trolled

BUT he is less of a wimp than it coul seem.

Even tho he was caught since the first time he arrived that house, he also, at first managed to scape every single time he was trapped, but comes back the very next night cause he refuse to surrender and because he want his trident back 😛 after all, it was his, he won it.

He stopped scaping at some point because, since is been a long time from the last time he ate any blood, vital energy or soul, so he is started not only being lack of energy but starving (which is worst by reasons I'll explain later). Also, being trapped in a salt circle didn't help, since that limited his movility.

A little detail about him is that he use magic to try to look more intimidating, but once he lose his glasses (he still needs them) after a little struggle with water, Chell discovers this, it seems like he doesn't naturally look intimidating at all, which is a shame for him, because it plays against him and because other demons make fun of him by that 🤷🏽‍♀️ ( The other demons being the other cores, or most of them at least)

Also, I was thinking on Chell bein rude and/or cruel at him at first or at some point and he doesn't get why does she act so confident as if she already knew him and was mad at him from before.

It turns out she did, he doesn't rember but they did met before and the betrayal (mirroring canon) already happened while he being a human. Something happened in the past, something really bad that took both of them apart when they both were not only humans, but friends ( have to decide this yet, but implied a big missubderstanding due to misscomunication)

I'm still not sure how will this end, but they both will build a new bond with time and Chell would have an internal debate over giving him a new chance or not, he is a demon now after all, he have done queationable things. Let's just say he won the trident and his wings, part of the objective of this mission was to win his horns. One of this actions implied a stealer who wanted to got in the house while Wheatley was badly starving, so he was hungry AND angry. But she also have seen the silly nice guy she use to be friend with is still there no doubts, so we have a problem here.

(I'm also not sure how he became a demon yet, but I have some ideas here and there)

Aaaaan that's pretty much it for now, hope you like it

See ya next time

Bye!!

[mxxncxven03]

BUBBLES

*****************************************Emma gets home after a hard day at work. Regina's taking a bath.

(Fluff, a little spice)

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It had been quite a long day, or so Emma thought as she finally made it through the threshold, languidly laying the keys aside while she closed the door with her feet. Winter was starting to graze Storybrooke with its usual share of snow storms and frosts, and, with Christmas approaching, it was the Sheriff Department's duty to keep danger off the streets of the small town, which resulted in a whole load of work for the blonde woman. Whether it was from yet another dark magic menace or a frozen road, the Saviour was still expected to do just that, get people out of trouble and over to their loved ones as holiday spirits settled in. And that was exactly what she was going to do. However, the last few weeks at work proved to get harder and harder to cope with physically. It wasn't just the fact that Emma got thoroughly involved when it came to her job, helping with clearing the streets off snow and salting the roads herself, but there was also the fact that, for some reason, she always had a hard time coping with the cold. No matter how hard the Sheriff tried to keep warm, wearing as many clothes as she could until it was barely possible for her to move or just turning the heater to unearthly levels, it never worked. The long days out in the freezing winter air left her body inevitably sore and stiff, much to her dismay.

So, as she unwrapped herself, layer by layer, she made her way to the fireplace, looking for a bit of warmth to bring her back to life. The blonde woman stood by the fire, rubbing her hands together as the soft crackling filled the room, suddenly making her aware of just how silent the house was.

"Regina?" Emma gently called for her wife.

Surely, as Regina had already been given vacations, much as at least half of the town, she should be home by now. Who would go out so late in that terrible weather anyways?

"Emma dear, I'm over here, in the bathroom" She heard the brunette's voice call back.

Made a whole lot of sense. As her body regained a little bit of its usual movility, Emma found herself craving a hot shower to finally give her tense muscles a well-deserved rest.

With renewed energy, she walked away from the fireplace, her extra layers of clothing forgotten on the floor as she made her way up the stairs to the bathroom. Reaching for the knob, Emma pushed the door open enthusiastically, being instantly rewarded with a huge wave of steam that made her cheeks flush pleasantly.

When she recovered from the first glorious pang of warmth, the blonde woman focused on the bathtube. There laid Regina, a vision to behold. Deep, brown eyes studied her intently as she stood on the door frame. She was soaking in a deliciously white bubble bath, foamy suds covering her whole body from sight, with exception of delicate shoulders and an elegant neck. Regina's dark mane was up in a messy bun, but somehow managed to fall perfectly waved, framing her face just right and giving her that regal appearance that was so characteristically hers. The brunette's face was slightly flushed, whether it was because of the heat or had something to do with the glass of red wine she gracefully ostented in a perfectly manicured hand, Emma couldn't tell. She looked like an absolute goddess.

"Well, Miss Swan...as much as I enjoy you devouring me with those pretty little green eyes of yours, it would be greatly appreciated if you closed the door before I freeze to death" Regina's husky banter finally snapped Emma out of her stupor.

"Huh...oh, yeah...sure. I'm sorry" She managed, blushing furiously as she finally entered the room, closing the door behind her with a loud click.

Regina still eyed her every movement, a smug smirk playing on her lips as she took on Emma's obviously flushed state.

"After a few years of marriage, one would've thought you'd be well past the initial infatuation, darling" Regina's seductive purr filled the silence, making the blonde's stomach churn.

A very flustered Emma barely managed to look into her wife's eyes as she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, clearly groggy as her mind tried to find the words to explain herself. Her body decided to focus in the way her lover had spoken instead, the brunette's tone sending shivers down her spine.

"I...huh...I had a shitty day at work. Lots of outside problems to solve and it's like...really fucking freezing out there" Emma finally managed, struggling just a little bit more than usual to put her words together.

Regina's smirk softened a little bit as she finally realized the way the blonde's frame shaked slightly and the way her nose seemed unhealthily red and runny. With slow, deliberate movements, she settled the glass gently aside before looking back at her.

"Well then, are you gonna stand there drooling forever or are you gonna join me?" The brunette woman cocked a brow at her in mocking question. She already knew what the answer was going to be.

As expected, Emma started clumsily undressing as soon as she heard the suggestion, her cold fingers making quick work of the rest of her clothes, carelessly discarded on the floor tiles.

When the blonde was done, Regina couldn't help but let her gaze wander, taking in her wife's soft curves and firm muscles, her mouth suddenly getting dry. She didn't tear her eyes away from her as Emma approached the bathtube, gingerly dipping one feet on the water as if the foggy surroundings weren't enough proof that it was indeed hot. As it met her delicate skin, the younger woman made a sound Regina was sure would've brought her to her knees if she was standing. Encouragingly, the brunette's hand snaked up Emma's calf, softly caressing and massaging as she ascended, willing her to sink further into the bath.

The blonde complied, almost giving in to the temptation to press her eyes shut as she felt the delicious way in which she was being touched. She steadily lowered herself, sighing as pleasant sensations washed over her. As soon as her whole body made it into the bubbly mess, Regina pulled her on her lap, willing her to rest her head back on her shoulder as she held her close.

"Mmm...that feels wonderful..." Emma gave in, relaxing and practically melting into Regina's touch.

The older woman chuckled, a pleased smile adorning her lips as her hands roamed down the blonde's curves, slowly tracing her sides before cupping a pair of tender breasts, kneading them softly with expertise. Emma's head tilted back against her at the sensation, giving her a more than acceptable access for her to nibble on her neck. And so she did, light, open mouthed kisses making their way up and down smooth skin as she drew the most indecent noises from her lover.

"Look at you...so pliable and relaxed under my hands. Does my beautiful wife enjoy my touch?" The former Queen whispered sultrily in her hear, her breath tickling Emma's cheek and making it almost impossible for her to supress a throaty moan.

"Please Regina...just...please don't stop" The blonde begged shakily, her voice barely a breathless whisper.

And so Regina didn't. In fact, she hurried, her hands traveling south to test the waters.

And as greedy fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her apart and slipping between her legs, Emma whined, the biting cold outside long forgotten.

[ex1st3nt1al-th30ry]

Hi everypony! :D here is my updated page intro!!

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[anyoldfandom]

My app refreshed and the post was gone (thanks tumblr movile for being stable) but I saw a post about how antisemitism is on the rise bc Jews were attacked outside a synagogue in LA and I went "Oh god, why didn't I hear about that" and.

Oh. You mean a form of protest against stealing and selling land from people being genocided. Got it, got it.

For the record, as a Jew, I am horrified at the idea of going to synagogue only to be beaten and intimidated. But I am more horrified of the thought of going to a synagogue where they are selling the land of people who have been brutally murdered to sell to settlers.

It was not a protest against a synagogue's existence, against our existence. It was a protest against an event where stolen land was being sold. They did not go to that synagogue because it was a synagogue, they went because there were human rights violations happening there. The real scummy thing to do is taint a place of worship with your money smeared in the blood of innocents, and the people involved SHOULD be ashamed, Jew or goy.

Here's the NBC article where I actually got all my information, btw. And even that article is extremely pro-Zionist in its wording.

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/police-patrols-increased-protesters-clash-los-angeles-synagogue-rcna158671

I hate this by the way. I hate feeling like I have to fact check other Jews, that every time I see someone complaining about antisemitism I have to check their post history to see if what they're talking about is actually antisemitism or antizionism. I hate that Israel has been so successful at conflating the two to the public that any time literal genocide is protested, people can scream bigotry. I hate feeling like I have to doubt my Jewish siblings, worried that they think a homeland is more important than the lives of G-d's other children, that they would be happy in a land stained with the blood of children. I could go on, but I'm just...tired of this shit, man.

I'm sorry to all Palestinian people who have had their lives ruined or lost. It's not fair. I'm sorry that so many people have made this about Jewish voices in a way to stifle Palestinian voices. I pray for your safety and your freedom, and I pray that one day, this horror will be distant to your children and grandchildren, a past that they will never be able to imagine the horrors of because their lives are so safe and full and happy, as many of ours are.

From the river to the sea.

[thecoolerliauditore]

To that anon I wasn't targetting anyone in particular's ask it was just Thoughts brought about by the convos going on here recently.

I would like to share a bit more history because I love both fashion and queer history (and food history but thats not relevant.) Take it all with a grain of salt because I'm on movile and can't look up sources though, I highly recommend people diving into these subjects themselves. It's important and fun to leaen about but more importantly it makes you realize we've never been alone, I think. Anyways, sappy sentiments aside- (and this is going to be incredibly incoherent so i apologize ahead of time cause sleepy)

Did you know there was a third gender that gay people, particularly effeminate gay men, were classified into? It's where faerie (boy) being a pejorative for feminine gay men came about. It's got a long and rapidly evolving history, but it was created back in the day to explain homosexual behaviour and the gender nonconformity that cropped up within those communities at the beginning of sexual science. It's also when we got the concept of having a sexuality, as a way to legitimize queerness by conceptualizing it as who a person is. It's what was used to legitimize support for decriminalizing being queer and later gay marriage, though it causes other problems now. One of the problems it's always caused is its use to frame gay men as wanting to be exactly like straight men, just with a same sex partner. They want all the proper things a proper man should want; to be in a monogamlus marriage in a nice home with children of their own. Part of that was presenting as "straight." People who fall for respectability politics eat this up, and you get an "acceptable" mainstream gay culture where any gnc or queerness is considered an offensive stereotype gay men should avoid if they want queer people as a whole to be reapected.

Around the same time menswear become about subtlety. Theres circumstances and specific settings where colour and creativity is acceptable but then you also get mass production thrown in there. In modern times you even see this affecting womens aesthetics with "beige moms" and the concepts of a "small splash of colour" and also fast fashion. Fashion has always been looked down upon as a feminine vice so mens fashion becomes about not looking like you care about fashion. We've come to a point where theres only a few silhouettes and styles acceptable and respectable on a man lest he be seen as feminine or gay or caring too much.

In both cases its a matter of being respectable. In both cases the nonrespectableness is tied to being perceived as not being masculine enough which is equal to being feminine in the eyes of the people that care. And if youve heard an incel go on about the feminization of men and masculinization of women, well, youve seen this mindset at its most extreme. This is a known and repeating problem thats so deeply entrenched and internalized in culture that not even the queerest of queer people is able to escape it, and one of the ways it rears itself specifically within queer spaces and nowhere else is complaining about twinkification.

Twink is queer lingo, it specifically refers to an aesthetic type of gay man. this concept requires at least some depth of familiarity with gay men and their culture to even conceptualize. If you hear this term you are already within the sub/counterculture space where the concept of norm is already left behind.

Anyways, at the end of the day people should all draw and look at what makes them happy, but also i think people shouldnt vaguepost or make generalized complaints that could give especially younger people internalized hatred for the things they ernestly like. Some of its about creating the content you want to see in the world but we cant all be artists of a level we personally find satiating, but i think more than complaining about other people who create things you dont like its simply better for everyone to seek out the content you do like, and more importantly encourage ita creation without putting down the other thing other people like.

Again this sint directed at anyone in particular this is me rambling because its all interesting to talk about

not much to add here!

I think my only thing would be that I am a lot more of an arse who wishes more people would complain freely and more people would learn that other peoples opinions of them aren't that important but like. yeah that is kind of your entire world when you're 15. and due to the nature of the internet and fandom this starts some of the most us vs them mindsets ive ever seen

and not to point out the elephant in the room but i think being kind to eachother and especially the queers who are "undesireable" is especially important rn cus um. The Thing just happened. I don't regret becoming more uncensored and earnest at all on here and this will only make me aim for more honesty in my artwork from here on out.

footnote. the incel mindset is actually so crazy in gaming rn it's getting actually delusional. I've seen a motherfucker say LARA CROFT was too masculine hello?!?!?!?! but it really does showcase just how abstract these concepts are at the end of the day.

[opheliajupiter99]

Arkham Asylum Interview #1: Victor Zsasz (Gore warning - though you probably knew that from Zsasz being in the title)

Dr. Moville: Beginning patient interview with Victor Zsasz. Good evening, Victor, I am Dr. Matilda Moville. I know I'm not your regular doctor, so if you'd like, we can take some time to help you adjust. Zsasz.... Dr. Moville...Are you alright? Zsasz: Yes. Dr. Moville: Then why are you being so quiet? Zsasz: I'm thinking. Dr. Moville: About what, if I may ask? Zsasz: Nate. Dr. Moville: The newest patient? Zsasz: Yes. Dr. Moville: What about him? Zsasz: I heard the guards speaking about him, as he was brought in. They said he was sat at home, in front of the television, when Batman burst through his window. That he was sat upon the couch beside a woman's corpse...her vacant gaze forward, silently watching alongside him. Dr. Moville: I see...how does that make you feel? Zsasz: Curious...and happy. Doctor...may I have, recreational time? In the large room, with the others. Dr. Moville: Victor, I'm sorry, but the Warden has made it very clear that you are not permitted time outside of your cell, beyond these visits and medical check-ups. Zsasz:...Hm. Can you tell me something then, doctor? Dr. Moville: Depends on what it is. Zsasz: How did that woman die? The one sat beside the man that night. Dr. Moville:...Zsasz, I can't share- Zsasz: Please? I'll answer any of your questions if you do. Besides, I'll hear it from the news sometime anyway. Dr. Moville: *sigh* She...she was suffocated, apparently. Zsasz: Is that all? Her body was...pristine? Dr. Moville: Well...n-no. But, Victor, whether you'll know this inevitably or not, I feel we shouldn't be discussing this. Zsasz: I thought that was your job, doctor. To -discuss- with me. Tell me...what else happened. Dr. Moville:...S-Some, of her organs were missing. Her chest cavity, h-had been stitched back up. Zsasz: Which ones? Dr. Moville: One of her kidneys...a-and her lungs. We're...still not sure why. *huff* Well, I've answered Zsasz, now will you please answer a question of mine? Zsasz: Of course. What is it? Dr. Moville: Why do you care so much about all of this? Do you just want to enjoy the gruesome nature of it all? Or is it more than that? Zsasz: I want to speak with Nate. But you won't let me...so I'm speaking to you. Dr. Moville: Why do you want to talk to him? Zsasz: I want to congratulate him...on his first. It is his first, isn't it? And I want to ask him, how it felt. Feeling the struggling, the gasping for breath, the pleading...and the warm blood clotting upon his skin as he cut into her flesh. Dr. Moville:... Dr. Moville: I...I-I think it's time you returned to your cell, Victor. Zsasz: Very well. See you soon, doctor.

[raining-bluebells]

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[transingthoseformers]

ES idea: Set a bit in the future, Megatron has had a sparkling or two, and he needs a babysitter.

His obvious choice is, of course, his apprentice, Twitch. So now Twitch has to deal with all the nonsense a typical sparkling can come up with.

Okay that would go so interestingly because she's exactly gonna wonder in hindsight if this was what she was like at that age, Which I'm gonna say so, because she came from the Emberstone while this/these kid(s) come from Megatron.

Depending on how old they are and what depiction of sparklings you're going for, the amount of energy and movility they have varies. But we know full well our dear Twitch is gonna feel like she's in over her head

[julyguz]

Well, I'm start to draw in movil, I'm not good at this, but i learning by myself, I'm going to post any of my draws, and, in the future, see the results

This is my own first draw

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH] — Soulmate AU

ECHO/OFC

WARNINGS: SOME ANGST (HAPPY ENDING), ECHO WITH SOME SELF-BODY ISSUES.

Echo stared at his now metallic forearm. He could almost picture it; the way his tanned skin used to show her name, the strange irreplacable ink shaping the five small letters that had changed everything back when he was a kid. His soulmate's name. His mark. His bond.

Echo had been nine when the five letters had suddenly sewed themselves onto his skin. It was just an uncomfortable itch at first; then, it burned. When nine year old Echo had dragged his right sleeve up to check his forearm, he had found a name.

<< Raine >>

Five small letters that gave him hope and cursed him all the same. His first feelings had been –after shock and confusion– pure joy and affection. Someone, somewhere in the galaxy, was destined just for him; a true match to his particular soul. Not his brothers, not just any clone; His.

Then, that joy and hope had been squashed away. Taken with greedy hands and harsh words. He still remembered the lecture the kaminoans gave him, amongs a few other lucky –or unlucky– clones. The hope and joy was replaced with fear, guilt, and sadness. Someone, somewhere, was destined to live in constant worry for him, or worse, forced to experience his loss with or without the chance to getting to know him. Because he was just a clone, engineered to fight a war for the Republic; and nothing else mattered at all. Not that name; not his bond. Not Raine.

Years passed, and little Echo kept growing into the soldier he was now with strict rules and a clear objective in mind; becoming an ARC trooper, protecting his Jedi general and the Republic, surviving fight after fight among the brothers who could. Survive. All thoughts of his soulmate were burried under a million worries and more than a dozen closed calls; under the grief he held for the death of too many vods and the anger and rippling sadness that threatened to bury him alive. Just keep fighting. Dont give up. It became his new mantra; and that he did, until the option was taken away from him too.

His memories of Skako Minor were, at best, hazy and mixed up. He saw numbers. He saw Fives, and Rex, his squad and all the manuals he had learned by page. He saw, but he didn't think. Or live. He was just something; part of the technology, of a system, not even a clone right then. He didn't realise how much he liked and needed to be just a clone until he started his long way to recovery after Anaxes and found out just how different he was from the rest of them now.

The death of his twin had been even more difficult to process than getting used to his new body and mind. He didn't recognise himself in the mirror; didn't recognise who he was without fives. But the Bad Batch showed him who he could be. He had hold onto that new oportunity while he learned how to cope with his new shape; how his complex interface worked, how to filter huge amounts of data in his head, how his legs and scomp moved. It hadn't been easy. It still wasn't. But he had learned to leave the past behind; how to focus on what he still had, and suddenly, with time, Clone Force 99 had become family in his eyes. After the fall of the Republic, he had sticked with them. One day, Echo would contact Rex and join the Rebellion, return to what he did best; until the Bad Batch found a safe haven, a place for Omega to grow without the fear of getting caught by the Empire constatly hugging her, Echo would cover their backs.

(•••)

"I'm still unable to comprehend where I could have made a mistake. I have considered every option I have been able to come up with; but something must obviously be escaping my mind. Your prothesis are failing to recuperate their full movility and speed and I can't seem to find the error in order to fix it so..."

Echo tried not to chuckle at Tech's constant mutters and rambling. They had just finished a mission for Cid in Ackerton three days ago, in which once again Echo had used his new abilities to infiltrate in an external security system to get the doors that they needed oppened. He had done that with no problem at all; but his legs had buckled right after achieving it and he would have had hit the floor if Wrecker wasn't there to catch him in time. It had appeared to be just a minor shock to his system, back then; with Echo quickly regaining his foot and finishing the mission swiftly with no other complications at all. However, the strange malfunction had repeated at least twice per day since then; and Tech, to the resident genious own greatest frustration, handn't been able to find the reason yet. That's why they were currently walking towards the supposedly best ingeneering workshop in a nearby planet, Osk; to, for once, get some external help.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Tech", Echo answered with his usually calm, soft voice, trying to put his brother at ease while he continued directing them through the route he was visualising in his head. "We'll get it fixed in no time".

Tech frowned in evident irritation. He was also worried for Echo, even if expressing in annoyment his lack of knowledge was the only way he knew how to.

"It is not nothing. If it were, I would have obviously found the malfunction and..." He started, but was quickly cut out by Echo's voice as the soldier stopped right on his track and scanned the building in front of them with interest.

"Clanks&Screws, that's our place right there" announced Echo, making Tech go silent for a tiny while he too scanned the workshop from the outside.

Echo nodded and walked towards the entrance without bothering to check if his vod was following or not.

"Can't believe we're leaving this in hands of a shop with a name like that..." Tech muttered, but entered the work place just the same.

At least the shop was kept clean and only slightly disorganized. Some chips, wires, drivers and half projects where abandoned here and there; but otherwise it didn't give off the impression of someone who just wanted to get money doing a shitty half job. Tech examined the space without hiding his curiosity; while Echo tried to locate the resident ingeneer, who was no where to be found.

"Be right there!" Shouted a voice from an adjacent room, right then, and once recovered from the surprise both clones waited patiently for the workers arrival. They could hear a feminine mumble across the opened door behind the counter. "Just make sure it doesn't crumble again, little bug".

They didn't have much time to ponder to whom she was talking to –though by the nickname, and considering where they were, it was probably some kind of techno droid– before a tall girl with chocolate brown hair tied up in a messy bun and black grease stains across her cheeks and hands walked towards them. She had caramell eyes, a small button nose and a very un-flattering work overall on. Even with her figure hidden from stranger's wandering glances, Echo couldn't help thinking how beautiful she was.

"What can I help you with, boys?" She asked, after scanning them in a fraction of a second that felt too long and yet not enough to the former ARC trooper.

Tech was quick to jump into his endless explanation and, surprisingly, the –probably in her mid twenties– woman patiently listened and nodded along. Further from feeling annoyed or irritated, she seemed to cling to each word as if she were gratefull to have someone who had done some research and knew what they were on about for once. She payed special attention at how Echo's neural system worked; her eyes turning to steal a glance from him here and there while Tech continued discussing posibilities and his thorough research. Echo awkardly –yet patiently– waited for the two ingeneering experts to come to a conclussion.

"Have you checked his neural interface, then?" She cut out, once she knew the googled man wasn't going to point out any adittional relevant information anymore, and Tech looked at her stunned.

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't evaluate the posibility of the malfunction coming from his central system! I went straight to the prothesis without taking into consideration that his neural conexion may have been seveered while tapping into the defence code web and..."

The young mechanic chuckled and turned to Echo. Those were two interesting men.

"Have you been having some sort of visual or processing weird alteration too, handsome?"

Echo blushed involuntarily and tried to remember.

"I... I have, actually. I didn't think too much about it, but I've been able to process data almost too fast. Faster than my usual rythim, at least. But that's not exactly a bad thing, right?" He asked, wearily.

She hummed and crouched down to grab a case of tools and placed it on the counter in front of her.

"Not painful, but not a good thing either" she answered distractedly, her hands roaming through the tools in search of a specific one. "It might be a sign that your prothesis aren't sending the necessarily signs to your neural system and therefore making it able to speed the conexions of other functions. Imagine your body is a circuit. If you eliminate or lower the charge on the colateral one that goes towards your legs, the other conexions will be able to work faster. That way you can sort throw data better, but loose movility, range and speed."

Echo didn't ever think that he would feel that atracted to brains; even if it were a desirable trait, he would have imagined that it would be more of Tech's thing. However, this woman knew what she was talking about; and he found the determined way she talked and moved and her easy, collected disposition refreshingly attractive. It helped she was pretty, too.

"Alright, let's have a look" she announced, once she finally found the rounded tool she was apparently looking for, and pointed at one side of the room to him "Can you sit on the stool over there and take off your shirt?"

Stating that Echo's cheeks burned brighter than a star would have been an understatement.

"W-What?" He could only managed to stutter, paralised.

The young mechanic laughed –a true, un-restrained, melodic sound– and showed him a loop-sided amused smirk.

"Not like that, handsome" she soothed him, albeit with a entertained twinkle in her caramel eyes. "I've seen a pair of similar neural systems like yours before, and you guys usually have a double entrance point to minimise the risk of overcharing and damaging a port. I assume you got one hiding there on your head implant and one on some spot on your spine, don't you?

Tech could still read the shock and hesitance on his brothers face and decided to gift him with some more seconds to collect himself.

"You are, indeed, correct. Your knowledge is impressive. I confess I had my reservations upon arrival, but I can see now that my doubts were unfair".

The young woman showed the goggled clone a small smile and waited for Echo to finally react. He did so with a million doubts and concerns running through his head. He was used to his body by now, but he wasn't used to others looking at it. He sat down on the stool regardless and slowly took his shirt off; staring down at the floor and trying not to fidget in his self-consciousness.

She seemed to understand what he was feeling and thinking about; as she quickly stepped behind his back without staring at his body more than necessary and reassuring him before actually starting to play with his head.

"I'm gonna do this as quick and swiftly as possible, okay? Just gonna plug in in both ports and run a quick scanning system first. If it is what I think it is, my program will find the severed conexion in no time and we'll get it fixed under fifteen minutes. Sounds good?"

Echo nodded in silence. He felt an electric rush zapping through his veins when the young woman connected to both of his ports; feeling slightly comforted while she talked him through what she was going to do. Her hand softly caressed one side of his neck; and Echo couldn't hold his reaction. He trembled; a feeling mixed with both panic and pleasure. She assumed it to be purely the first and her voice turned surprisingly soft and gentle.

"You alright there? It shouldn't be painfull at all. Just a few more minutes. Let me know if it does, okay?"

He nodded, closing his eyes and letting her search along his files. It felt weirdly intimate, somehow. He tried to mantain his breathing under control and not think of Skako Minor. He was safe, now; even if someone was checking him like the half-droid he was.

"Found it" her satisfied voice popped up after some minutes, making Echo open her eyes and only then realising he was crushing Tech's hand on his own one. He let it go with a small apologising glance; his googled brother completely unfased by the act. "It was just what I thought. The security interface you tried to infiltrate must have sent a shock to your system that has somehow rerouted some of the conexions between your neural implant and your legs prothesis towards other circuits. That's why you can still move them but without the same speed, strength, and movility range. I just have to carefully rerout it back to normal and you should be good to go in ten".

Both Echo and Tech nodded in understanding, and they let the mechanic perform her art. Tech studied each step; making sure nothing was put out of place and learning along the way. She diligently worked in near silence for the next few minutes; muttering to herself here and there and turning the corners of her lips up in victory when achieving each step.

She finally sighed and very carefully and slowly plugged out of the man's ports. She threw her tools back onto their case and handed Echo his shirt, standing up in front of him and showing him a small smile.

"All done. Feeling good, handsome?"

Echo re-dressed and cautiously tried to flex his artificial knees and twist around. He nodded in relief. Tech did too, satisfied.

"Yeah. I didn't even realise it before, but it did feel different than usual. Now it feels just right". He looked up at her with honest eyes. "Thank you. What do we owe you for this?"

She walked back towards the counter while she answered.

"Usual price is 100 osseks. But it was a pretty quick repair, and I like you guys, so we'll leave it at 90, how about that?

Tech stepped in and extended his hand.

"We appreciate it. Unconviniently, we only count with its equevalent in credits. Would that pose a problem?"

She shrugged and waved a hand.

"Nah. I accept pretty much any sort of payment here. Just let me call bug in so he can scan those credits for me. Not that I think you guys are trying to fool me, but scammers are getting quite creative this days".

Echo nodded in agreement.

"No offense taken" he added, and she turned to the opened door calling her droid out.

"Four-o-nine! Move your little wings here and scan this credits for me, bug!

A small red CRX-technodroid calmly flew towards them; making chirping sounds while he inmediatly followed the human's order. Tech curiously glanced at both Echo and the droid before voicing his observation.

"Curious name for a technodroid" he started, tentatively, while she waited for the red bug to finish his scan.

"Is it?" She answered, distracted, saving the credits in a safe place and getting the change for them. "I named it after someone important to me".

Tech collected the excess back and dropped it in one of his numerous belt pouches. He just had a feeling about this. Could he be right?

"May I ask who? A family member, pherhaps?"

Her face filled with melancholy and a sad smile perched on her lips for once.

"It's someone who I've never met", was her quiet answer, and Echo felt his heart beat intensifying and threatening to burst out of his chest right then. He had catched up on Tech's suspition. But there was no way that beautiful woman was her soulmate, right?

His tongue felt stuck to his mouth. Fortunately for him, Tech continued his cautious research like he always did.

"You must have realised were clones, as intelligent as you are, albeit different than the mayority of us. Am I correct in assuming that that is his CT-number?

She seemed hesitant to confirm his theory, but ended up nodding and Echo felt closer to suffering a heart attack. This was it. This could be it. This could be the moment where his whole world shifted again and...

"1409, yeah. I cut it down to four-o-nine for short" she let out a nervous chuckle, reading their postures and understanding the direction of his questions with a growing heaviness in her heart. "Don't tell me you know him? After the Republic fell I assumed I wasn't going to be able to meet him. Everyone's on the run, nowadays, and..."

She grew silent, fidgeting with the end of her sleeve, and Echo swallowed his insecurities down. He glanced at Tech, who nodded at him and gave him the rest of the strength he needed to voice his confession out loud.

"I am... I am CT-1409. I... I'm your soulmate."

A million thoughts and emotions seemed to flash in the girls eyes. She stared in shock, stunned; looking at him a few seconds later with raw hope and anxiousness etched in every fraction of her face.

"If... if this is a joke, it's no fun" she whispered, without tearing her caramel eyes of him, and Echo couldn't stop staring back even when Tech's voice intervened.

"I can assure you Echo is indeed clone trooper 1409. We have no reason to lie to you; we've already achieved what we came here for".

She tugged her sleeve up. Without looking at her right forearm, she caressed the numbers on her skin. Echo trembled at the sight. It was such a reverent gesture, filled with such hope and warmth...

Her caramel eyes searched his amber ones; the stare she gave him was so intense it seemed as if she was searching his very own soul. And he was hers. His soul.

"Tell me my name. If you're my soulmate, you must have had it etched in your skin, once, too."

She needed confirmation. And he understood. Echo knew right then that she had been waiting for him even longer than he himself had. Because while her memory had been forcebly burried inside his mind, toppled with his hard life as a soldier, he was still fresh in hers; no-one told her to shut it down, to forget about him. And Echo understood once more all the lies that the kaminoans had tried to teach them about their soulmates too. It didn't matter if they met each other or not. It didn't matter if the clones succeeded in forgetting them. Their soulmates worries and fear for them would not change. Would not stop. And neither would their love and care.

"Raine" he whispered, as if she would dissolve in thin air if her name was spoken too loud "Your name burnt my right forearm when I was nine years old. I was told to forget... But i never truly did. It was the one order I never couldn't fully follow".

Her eyes filled with tears and she tumbled towards him.

"F-Fuck. Fuck... You-You are..."

She couldn't help herself. Some part of her understood the reservations he might have to being hugged and touched; but he was his soulmate, he was fucking there, and she couldn't do any other thing that throwing herself into his arms.

Echo couldn't bring himself to plant distance between each other either. A slight panic flew through his veins with the unexpected contact; but she was there, and surprisingly, she fiercely wanted him. And Raine was all he ever wanted too, even if he wasn't allowed to feel so.

She cried on his shoulder, whispering against his armour.

"I thought you might be... With the war and the rise of the Empire, I hadn't found you yet and I thought I might never..."

Echo moved his left hand over her back in a soothing caress.

"It's alright. It's alright, Mesh'la. I'm sure it was difficult, and we've... I've been through a lot, too... But we're here now. I'm right here, okay?"

She felt strong enough to push her face back a little in order to being able to look up towards him. She was tall, sure, but he was even taller. She liked that.

"I've been calling you handsome and trying to flirt with you since you stepped inside my shop, thinking I might find myself a hot date for a change and..." she let out a teary laugh, making Echo chuckle with her, too.

"And I happen to be your soulmate" he finished for her, showing a small warm smile. "You know, that actually makes me feel a bit better. I was worried that if I ever managed to find you, you wouldn't find this..." he gestured "Attractive".

She bit her lip and some of that previously cool collected cheekiness reappeared.

"Oh, handsome, believe me" her arms slowly wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and she grinned at him "I find you hot as fuck".

They chuckled and laughed together; both unable to resist each other anymore and joining their lips in a passionate –yet gentle– kiss. She melted in his arms. Kissing his soulmate, Echo, had to be the best thing she had experienced in her life.

Later that night, when Echo returned to the Marauder with the rest of his family –they all had agreed to stay for a whole extra week in Osk to give the young mechanic time to pack her things up and join them– Raine looked down to her forearm and caressed his four digits with a soft smile.

<<1409>>

She couldn't be happier; couldn't feel prouder of having his mark on her skin. And she couldn't wait to experience all that were to come.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

That's it for this one folks! Please forgive any errors I've made; English is not my native language.

I really hope you've enjoyed this! And if you have (or even if you haven't, I accept constructive critisicsm) let me know in the comments! This is my first au ever in tumblr (i write fics on wattpad in spanish) and I'm sure I'll feel more inspired to continue if you do so.

Also, I accept requests! If you want me to write a story about a specific clone, with whatever theme or relationship you can imagine (i can also write dark stuff, smutt, WHATEVER) let me know in the comments or send me a dm!

Xx, Sky.