#masked meat marauder

[thesecretingredientislove]

Last Team Standing Tournament (round 2!)

[noisytenant]

i like that villain ecological niches is a recurring point of conflict in wordgirl

[toska-writes]

“Where the stars can shine”

Summary: the fighting never stops, and it never will so it’s in everyone’s best interest to find the calm moments when you can.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x padawan!reader (OF COURSE THIS IS PLATONIC)

Warning: none just so much fluff!

Word count: 1261 (not proof read but what did you expect)

Notes: IM WATCHING THE NEW BAD BATCH SEASON AFTER THIS! So this is my way of manifesting everyone being alright to end the show 🥲

The war never ended, nor would it for anyone who has endured it and its intensity.

One fight always rolled into another and nothing could be done to stop it. The only way to get through it was to find the little cracks in all the bad. The place where the sun could shine and the flowers could grow.

Or in this case, the stars could twinkle.

"This is already too high for me." Wrecker stated loudly hauling himself up the side of the Marauder.

Crosshair, who was currently under Wreck scoffed to himself before clambering up the side like it was nothing. "You never seem to have that problem when we're in the air." He quipped.

"Well I'm inside then." He whined finally being assisted by Hunter who had the small hands of Omega making sure he didn't fall.

You could only laugh at the scene, leaning back on Echo you could feel him laugh too.

"Who do you think's falling off first?" You ask with a smile that was masked by the moonlight.

"The real question is," Echo leaned forward, surprised a little bit that the top of the marauders could fit 5 fully grown clones plus omega and the Jedi padawan. "Who's going to be pushed off first."

You looked back towards him and in an instant you spoke the same word together. "Tech."

Speaking of the devil, Tech's voice rang out as you looked over to where he had an arm pointing something out beyond the horizon.

"-and if you look there you'll be able to see Endor"

Omega's eyes lit up brighter than they have been in the past few days, nothing seemed to be going right for that bad batch no matter how much they tried.

"Have you guys been there?" Omegas eyes scanned the rest of her family that sat gazing with her. The sky on this backwater planet was surprisingly clear, clearer than you thought it would be.

"Eh once or twice." Hunter shrugged it off with a smile as all that Omega could do was gawk up at her big brother.

"Thats an understatement." Crosshair added quietly from beside you. With a nudge to your shoulder he added. "That meat-head over there blew up more than half the forest and got us kicked out. For life."

"Hey!" Wrecker let go of his strong grip of the Marauder with one hand to wave it at the sniper.

Omega giggled giving you a glance as you could help but laugh at the exchange. "Have you?"

You could only smile at the found memories the question brought you. Landing with your Master on a planet you've never even heard of at that time. The trees the towered over you and the abundant shades of green that you didn't even know existed. The faint sound of your master laughing as you stared up from the base of the tall trees fathomed by the hight.

"Yeah I went once I think during the Clone Wars. It was beautiful there." You spoke, the smiles spread from Omegas face to Hunters as he watched you retell the fond memories.

"Well I also did kinda crash into a tree there but other than that the rest was beautiful." Echo hide his laugh behind you as you told the more embarrassing part of the trip.

"I think I did hear about that one." The ex arc trooper spoke out. You shoved him back slightly as your gaze returned to the stars above.

"Now if you all turn your gazes eastward you can spot the Orion constellation which should also mean the Canis Major is pretty close." Tech pointed upward now, his own eyes locked tightly on the stars.

"That one has the brightest star in the whole galaxy right?" Omega filled in, whether Tech wanted to continue himself or not he could only beam down at the girl, who clearly heard this from him before.'

You smiled also recounting when Tech probably told the group for the first time.

The bounty hunters came from nowhere that day, Omega gripped on the back of Echo's armor plate  with tears streaking down her face clearly scared.

Tech stood above you the, a data pad scanned over you as Hunter tried to apply some pressure to a wound you sustained on your side. Wrecker and Cross stood around the group, the sniper's gaze fixed on the darken horizon beyond.

Panicked breath sounded out and flown into the barren night, as much as you didn't want to scare Omega more you really could help it. You were scared yourself.

"Do you see that over there." Tech took your free arm in his hand and pointed up to the looming sky with it. "That really bright star?"

You were pulled back from your thoughts with the slightest nudge from Crosshair who spared you a glance, nobody else seemed to notice his movements

"I want to go to all of those planets one day." The words were light from Omega, a smile still evident in her voice.

"You'll definitely need to learn to fly then." You added shooting a look at Tech who finally spared a glance at someone else and was immersed in taking pictures of the different planets and constellations.

"If you can find another ship." Tech said mater-o-factly with a finger in the air.

"Aweeee Tech." Omega did the only thing she could think of, huge tooka eyes found Tech and with the pout of her bottom lip you could almost see the moment Tech cracked.

"More contemplation will be needed for that"

Though Omega wasn't disappointed for long as Crosshair whispered to her. "That's practically a yes."

Hunter laughed now shoving Crosshair back into a lying down position. He noted that his brother looked quite different without his armor, but it was a sight he could get used to.

Opening his mouth Tech was about to defend himself before a snore racked through the air. 

"Put someone else to sleep too Techy." Crosshair jabbed a finger at wrecker who still seemed to gripped the ship tightly.

You couldn't blame him though, and is wasn't just because of Tech talking, but you did insist the stars and planets were best to see in the late night. A yawn stifled through you, Echo wasn't the warmest person but the arms that wrapped around you from the clone seemed to do it.

"It's not even that late." Omega protested but her heavy eyelids seemed to contradict her own words.

"No no, we all can't fall asleep up here or it's going to be a pain getting down." Omega curled up into Hunters chest as he spoke. He slowly started to get up.

"One of us should get Wreck." Your own eyelids battled against you as you fought to sit up.

"On it." Crosshair was the last person who you thought would offer but as his leg extended you watched Wrecker rolled over the side.

His startled yell was masked by the thud of him hitting the soft grass below. 

"See it wasn't even that far." The skipper shrugged pushing himself over the edge and landing gracefully with even using the side to get down.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the brothers were up to their old antics.

The chill air was a good contrast to the heated days that came before, so much fighting it seemed that it would never end.

Moments like these would always be cherished, and surprisingly Tech wasn't the one to get pushed off the Marauder.

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[crazywolf85]

WORDGIRL AU HCS:

The Coach

REAL NAME: Coach's real name is "Parto Satria Ardiansyah". He can also be referred by Satria and Ardi but only with family or close friends since he doesn't want his identity to be reveal for obvious reasons. his deadname is "Aisyah Hendra Fatamah", he sometimes let people in his family to call him "Hendra" or "Fatmah", he doesn't mind only with family.

PERSONALITY: Coach's personality is mix of canon, rarity from mlp, georgette from oliver and company, and jessica rabbit.

FAMILY: Coach have a great relationship with his family. his dad, mom, grandparents, loves him dearly. coach can be a little salty with his brothers The Masked Meat Marauder, Police Commisiner Watson, but they love eachother.

MARRIAGE: When coach married his first husband "Nick Michols" at the age of 22 things change, he is struggling for Nick's Expectations. Nick is a emotionally abusive husband who always have ways to bring coach down, but when coach give birth to his first daughter it's like his problems went away. he loves his daughter dearly and would do anything to protect her even from his husband. Nick wanted a son so he's pretty much a deadbeat father and a neglectful one also, that leads to their divorce. but eventually coach found Hal Hardbargain and Masked Bagger/Bill then married them immediately as coach have his second child which is a boy.

AGE: Coach's age ranged from the og which is 38 and the au is taken after 4 years so hed be 42 now.

VILLAIN SCHOOL: Coach is the Leader/Princibal of the villain school. Coach is strict, manipulative and honest to his students, no akwardness or slipping off his words. He's very secretive of his own intentions and background, his student doesn't mess with him but often see him as a father figure. Coach also saw his students as his own children but often shake that thought. The student catch most attached to is invisibill because they and coach grew up together, the same as whammer but coach was his babysitter. when it comes to ms question it's very complicated, coach is guilty for failing her but also glad to have her gone because she have a grudge against him.

OTHERS: coach, seymour, reason,and scoops grew up in the same city which is jakarta. they are good friends even would hang out in granny mays house.

Coach and tobey is like a uncle an nephew since coach is friends with claire, same goes to becky, she may see him as a threat but also as an uncle figure since coach is very close friends with sally.

Coach and glenda are close, but he would find her strange to say the least.but theyre very good friends.

Coach have a grudge against his ex nick, which is understandable but nick is already regret his action and often appearing sheepish towards coach.

Coach and leslie are very close friends, they like to gossip and other girly stuff.

FASHION SENSE: Coach has love for fashion. always wearing his earrings, rings and whistle. he loves handbags that are specifically from the COACH brand. he wear many feminine outfit and does his make up very often. also loves expensive colonge.

STATUS: Coach isn't kicked out of his house. he does have an apartment but that is just for his villain school, he still have his own house where he lives with hal, bill, his kids and also two cats. coach isn't that broke since he has mr big as a friend, bill as a grocery store manager and hal as mechanic. Coach definitely ask for money to them many time.

ABILITY: Eventho coach is small, he have the strength of a full grown tall man. he exercise daily, going to the gym with the boys and take martial art class. he can defend himself pretty good, you would not wanna mess with him. he can also dodge things easily and use swords or katanas very well. hes pretty much powerful in this AU.

that's pretty much it, ill add stuff if there's more i can come up with.

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[skwangly-fingers]

to all of you on the wordgirl rewired team memeing on the "long" titles of the episode outlines, might I direct you towards:

It’s Your Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To

Have You Seen the Remote?

Meat With a Side of Cute

When Chuck's Mom is Away

You Can't Crush City Hall

Princess Triana and the Ogre of Castlebum

The Pretty Princess and Mr. Big Power Hour

Showdown at the Secret Spaceship Hideout

When Life Gives You Potatoes

I Think I'm a Clone Now

Tobey's Tricks and Treats

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Chuck the Nice Pencil Selling Guy

Mr. Big's Dolls and Dollars

Field Day Fun with Robo Tobey

Clean Up in Aisle Eleven

The Straw That Broke Two-Brains' Back

The Masked Meat Marauder

Answer All My Questions and Win Stuff

The Ballad of Steve McClean

Line Lessons with Lady Redundant Woman

Nocan the Evil Ingredient Finding Guy

The Butcher, the Baker, and the Candlestick Maker

Granny’s Goodtime All-Cure Spritzer

get wrekt m'dudes

[lovesqueaky123]

Age: young adult

Rank: blooded

Height: 7 feet, 6 inches

Gear: wristblades (left gauntlet) : two serrated knives : cloaking field : plasmacaster : wrist shield (right gauntlet) : combi-stick : flechette grenades

Bio: Lamaya was born into a badblood clan, a band of murderous and dishonourable marauders. Lamaya never displayed the violent madness her clan were known for. After maiming a lecherous older warrior in her teens, Lamaya fled by stealing a ship. With little idea on how to actually pilot the vehicle, she ended up crashing on the blue-green world her clan often visited their viciousness upon.

Earth.

Lamaya found herself in the Rocky mountains, armed only with her mother's serrated knives and a stolen bio-mask. With an entire world to explore, without the risk of being attacked by a larger male, lamaya set out to investigate her surroundings.

Ultimately, her hunger drew her towards humanity. The smell of food lured her down towards a farmer's house, where she encountered the hunter's son. After getting over his initial nervousness, the boy brought her some food, thus gaining her trust. She decided that humans weren't acceptable prey, but decided that there's plenty of other things to kill. Her theory was confirmed when she found a dead cow that had been ripped open from the inside, and a dead facehugger nearby. Despite her slave-like position in her clan, even she had heard stories of the "hard meat" and that her race viewed them as the worthiest of prey. Desiring her blood mark and unwilling to allow them to run rampant, Lamaya decided to hunt down the Xenomorph.

Lamaya was able to track down the Xenomorph nest within a few hours, but the arrival of other Yautja, 6 hunters from her clan looking for her, had considerably complicated things, as did an unrelated Yautja enforcer here to kill them and deal with the Xenomorph infestation.

Lamaya managed to overpower and kill one of the badbloods, and took his gear which she used to make her first Xenomorph kill, saving the enforcer from a Xenomorph ambush. Grateful for her potentially saving his life, the enforcer, kataashak, offered to train her in the ways of battle.

Lamaya proved to be a quick learner, and through Kataashak's trial-by-fire tutelage, she quickly racked up an impressive number of Xenomorph kills, including two Praetorians and later disemboweled the Xenomorph queen so Kataashak could kill it.

Even after the Xenomorphs were dealt with, kataashak stayed to continue training lamaya, honing her into a deadly warrior. She tracked down and killed the other badbloods, taking both heads and weapons as trophies. Kataashak eventually left for other fights, but Lamaya decided to stay, having befriended some humans (and liking the meats they fed her) However she soon turned her attention to the darker Elements of humanity. Serial Killers, war criminals and other villains became her prey, and word soon spread of an unseen assassin, an invisible executioner who would appear, dispense swift and brutal justice upon the guilty, and leave with their severed heads. Using a small ship that kataashak left for her, Lamaya travels the globe, ever seeking to wet her blades with the blood of the monstrous and murderous.

Personality: like most Yautja, Lamaya is a strong-willed and ruthless hunter, well-versed in the ways of battle and willing to fight for any reason she thinks is good enough. Fearsome, headstrong and dominant, Lamaya tolerates no insult and seldom backs down from a challenge. Unlike many of her kind, however, lamaya is quite friendly with humans once she knows them, and is polite and respectful towards those she decides to trust and speak to, even learning more than one human language so she can communicate easier. She won't hesitate to kill anyone who threatens the innocent. Since she's only interested in obtaining trophies, Lamaya often gives any victim's wealth to those she thinks needs it, or at least leaves it where it can be found.

[melodythebunny]

too embarrassed about my chicken scratch handwriting so I'm typing this up word.for word and not in chronological order bc even back then I could not plot in a linear order

Wordgirl goes bad - wordgirl is now a villain much to the other villains shock. She's more than they can handle so they team up and temporary become heroes 

Miss power's revenge - angered by her "not" defeat, Miss power Decided to get rid of earth. Changing its orbit to go right into the sun! 

Hop to it - mr.big Has a ray that can turn people into bunnies. However due to it misfiring, wordgirl becomes A bunny. 

Bloom where you're planeted - flashback 2 part episode when wordgirl first started stopping crimes. 

at the end of the rope - amazing rope guy is frustrated that he can't be a good villain despite all his efforts. Even the mischief makers are doing better. However he starts to become A better villain thanks to receiving help from a mysterious person and a few of the retired villians

plagued by a virus - Becky is sick again. This time it isn't an earth illness. there's possibly one person who can help her old mentor

High steaks - the butcher, the masked meat marauder and demi glasse team up in a crime heist to make the best meat dish yet

What's the scoop? - scoops is having trouble finding news to report becky and violet tries to help out. Miss question is the villain in this ep

feta safe than sorry - squeaky starts craving more and more cheese, two brains begins to struggle to stay in control

Jokes on you - A new villain called the jokester. Causes discord around fair city. Doesn't help that it is also April fools

All according to wham- chuck and the whammer team up to take down a new sandwich shop that opened up. In the villains defense, the new shop is ripping people off

it came from outer space - a strange meteorite lands, A blackout happens and the botsfords all gain super powers. (Becky's dream episode expanded more)

visibly invisible - some scientists are performing experiments and testing out invisibility. At the same time invisibill and Big left hand guy are making a getaway. invisibill gets in the way of the Ray's path making his invisibility permanent. He doesn't want to stay invisible so he goes after the scientisits behind the ray.

Secret is out - while battling tobey, Wordgirl's identity is accidentally revealed. At the same time Claire is fed up with tobey attacking the city with his robots. She decides to send him off to boarding school

@ninjastormhawkkat @liloskull343 @spaaceeboyy @drtwobrainsstuff

A funny thing for your bunny au idea.

Mr. Big *sees people run on the streets in panic*: Leslie what's going on out there? Leslie: Well sir your newest ray to create bunnies accidentally backfired and turned just about all the kids in Fair City into baby bunnies.

Mr. Big: 😍. Leslie knew plan. I am going to kidnap every bunny child in the city and put them in the most comfortable and luxurious habitats.

Leslie: That's a brilliant plan sir. *sarcasm is genuine*

20 minutes later

Leslie: And how did your brilliant plan go sir?

Mr. Big who is now in the hospital with bandages and casts covering most of his body. Mouse and Cat scratches and bites evident on his face.: Not so well Leslie. *pained voice*.

Snooze you loser mr.big 😔

Also Carrie already adopted all the kids so

Looking back to some.of my old ideas..I essentially had my own fan season made up. I'll share the list of 'episodes' I made up if you guys want to hear. Some of them are similar to ideas you guys told me about. Kinda ironic XD

[bestwordgirlepisodepoll]

The Masked Meat Marauder VS Sandwich World

[bunny-carrothunter]

the questions you get are scary lol

so could you rank your poinion on the villains from best to worst?

thank god finally an sfw asks for the wordgirl tag alfkjskd there's like so many villains jfc but I'll try to be brief. Rank as in favorites or how good they are villains? I’ll do the latter, the former I’ll make a separate post for it.

this is my opinion on ranking, ik everyone has their own.

Villains I won't even mention cuz I don't have a big enough opinion on: Coach, Masked Meat Marauder, Timmy Timbo, Rhyme&Reason, Raul, Glen, Royal Dandy, Amazing Rope Guy, Big Left Hand Guy, Guy Rich (even tho I love him) and Kid Potato (RIP ;-;).

17. Eileen

Both easy to get her riled up and get her to calm down. Just a nuisance, not really a villain. Also her episodes are just either tedious or give us all collective ptsd from that one annoying spoiled child in middle school.

16. Seymour

Above Eileen cuz he's actually entertaining sometimes. Daran Norris voicing any character will automatically be a fun time. Good at tricking people (tho that doesn't say much when those people are from Fair City) and concepts can be fun.

15. Invisi-Bill

Yes, just him and not his bf, dont hurt me. On his own, he can both fun and tricky but he's much too focused on being the center of attention or prideful to really do much. I love him, but as a villain, he could use work. He and BLHG just do it for fun and status so can't blame them.

14. Granny May

An OG but I’m putting her low because most of her crimes/schticks seem to be the same thing. And yeah their effective (with the people of Fair City, lol), but it does get boring sometimes. And it sucks cuz she’s such a girlboss but she does get pushed aside a lot compared to the other villains, specially in later seasons. I feel they could of done more with her, tbh.

13. Butcher

I'm gonna get lash for this- As a character, I love Butcher. 10/10 dad material. But as a villain.. It mostly sometimes feels he just does it just because, not out of any motive, other than maybe wanting to be appreciated and respected by his veteran-villain dad, Kid Potato. He's THE OG villain voiced by the show's own co-creator, and yet when put with other villains, he kinda lacks motive. Love him, but compared to the next villains, he's low here. Love ya, Butcher.

12. Maria the Energy Monster

She's like Eileen but actually a threat, and with much more personality. Not only can you not attack her directly because well electricity, but it's hard to actually defeat her when she's literal just an element, but love that despite it she still gets her own character.

11. Nocan the Contrarian

Nocan is when you take a himbo and give him the title of a villain and no further instructions. Most of the time he's just vibing but as a villain, he can be difficult to defeat and that's a compliment. Both strong with a weapon and physically, but also just a lot of fun.

10. The Learnerner

Weird Al. That's it.

9. Victoria Best

Now here's where we get to actual motives for being a villain. On her own, Victoria is a complex, love-to-hate character, but when she decides to play the villain, Victoria can be a real threat. She'll go lengths for jealousy and approval and that can cause problems not only for Wordgirl but everyone else around her. It makes it not only interesting to watch but WANT her to do better, unlike other villains you just enjoy to watch actually play as the show villain.

8. Ms Question

Harmless at first, Ms Question actually does possess abilities that can cause chaos and harm when she focuses. Not only can she confuse and escape any enemy just with her super natural abilities, but she can also spread her power to food that can spread much quicker and more discreetly. Not only that, she can materialize a hoverboard on command not only for her but others she carries around. Mischievous at her core and absolutely fun to watch. She actually got rid of all the villains in town singlehandedly and would of won if they hadn’t come back.

7. Whammer

Absolute chaos of a man that vibes and I love him. Physically, he’s definitely the strongest of the villains, being able to take down a ship with a single pebble and lifting a ferris wheel right off its hinges. AND a himbo? Whole package. I love Whammer, he’s funny, adorable and so fun when it comes to character interactions.

6. Lady Redundant Woman

Girlboss. The fact she works in retail and chooses to be a villain on the side like a hobby is so funny to me, go off girl. Her ability to duplicate anything, not just art but actual people is lowkey OP? AND NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT? Feral lady that bites rude people’s ankles and we stan.

5. Tobey

Before you attack me, hear me out. Tobey relies mostly on his robots, which he’s really good at, however without it, he’s literately just a kid. I would of liked to see if he’s as good in computers as he is in engineering like if he was able to hack into electronics, that would be another thing (tho I AM using this hc for a fic I’m writing), but if doesn’t have his robots or the funds for (”The Shrinking Allowance” comic being an example of this scenario), plus the fact his only motive is getting Wordgirl’s attention, doesn’t do much for him as a villain. Still, he is still quite formidable.

4. Mr. Big & Leslie

Ignoring the fact Mr Big almost did take over the world twice, he and Leslie are also just fun to watch as a duo. Admittedly Mr Big could do more damage if he didn’t have Leslie to keep him in check, who’s has actively stopped or interfere his plans because she just decided to lol. Mr Big can be more evil than other villains as he’s one of the few that did incapacitate Wordgirl (Ms Power included) for some time. But alas, it’s his own incompetency (and well, himboness) that prevents him from getting to say Two Brains level.

3. Chuck

Talk about never judge a book by its cover. The fact Chuck has ACTUALLY managed to take over the world/city with the rest of the villains under his command and everyone just casually forgets because yeah you wouldn’t expect it from someone that lives in his mom’s basement. It’s not clear if he buys all his weapons or makes them himself, but he def makes the best out of them.

2. Ms. Power

Absolute no doubt. If it wasn’t for one weakness of just not listening to her, she definitely would have been OP. Not to say she already wasn’t, being up to Wordgirl’s level, but unlike Wordgirl, she needs someone else’s weakness (and well feelings) to win. Still, OP, 10/10 villain, love Jane Lynch, so much potential and I like her. 

1. Dr Two-Brains

Was there ever any doubt? Fan favorite aside, there’s a reason he’s the top villain. Not only is he the most story/plot written villain with past history with Wordgirl herself, inventions alone, he’s basically a super human with ridiculously enhanced sense of smell, teeth to chew drywall and even steel bars, enhanced speed and of course super intelligence. He’s up to Dr Cockroach level of intelligence to build a ray out of arts and crafts and scraps. And ALL THAT aside, this man can sing, dance, ice skate, is a frequent cook, can speak mouse and has an incredible charisma. Goes without saying, there’s a reason he’s a favorite villain to almost everyone.

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This is a semi old ask but I don’t plan on rewriting anything SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE ANON

[wolviecat]

Let me care about you - Wolviecat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Day 13 of the Febuwhump, "Forced to hurt a loved one".

Even with Hunter’s enhanced senses, it took way too long to notice and understand. The air in the Marauder never was exactly fresh, with five grown men squeezed into space built to house maybe three, long missions back to back without a chance to at least air out their armor, constantly failing sonic shower and the relationship some of them had to personal hygiene. Hunter would end up with constant overstimulation headaches if he hadn’t learned how to filter most of it out.

But this was new - a strange, sickly sweet smell, that mixed with the usual stench of sweat. New for their ship, at least. He remembered it from the battles, when they’d got stuck without supplies, when bacta and antibiotics had to be rationed for those who still had a shot at living. All of them had several scars, uglier that was normal in the more civilized times. But things like that needed time to set in. The last mission they were on was too short and too recent for an infection to develop far enough, so unless someone decided to ignore an injury from two, three missions back…

Unless. He could just ignore that word and start figuring out which one of the four di’kune it was. His credits were on Wrecker and his if there wasn’t an explosion, it doesn’t count as an injury atitude, but they all had their own reasons, absent-mindedness or pride or lack of self-preservation. Kriff, it wasn’t like was never guilty of the same. 

He breathed in, trying to push away all the other smells and focus on just that one. It filled his nose, sticking to the back of his throat - rotting meat, infection, fever. He followed it through the ship, to their small galley. The air seemed to be filled with it, strong enough to make him gag. 

“Echo?”

He looked up from the data pad he was reading, and smiled. It was just a little strained. He looked sick, but he looked sick from the day he had been saved from the Tech Union. Skinny, the tan skin all clones shared overcast with gray, paper-thin and almost translucent, veins visible in places, shadows under his eyes looking more like bruises no matter if he slept or not. His hair finally started to grow in, and it helped a bit, making Echo look a little less like a lab experiment the Union made him into. But he was far from healthy.

“You are hurt,” he said, not even trying to mask it as a question. He could hear Echo’s heartbeat and breathing picking up at his words - it was already elevated when he came in, but now, it went straight to panicky.

He shook his head. “I’m fi…”

“No.” Echo flinched. Hunter made sure his next words came out less like a bark. “Please, just… don’t lie to me.” He sat next to him, looking at the way his living arm was shaking, at the droplets of sweat soaking into the collar of his blacks. “I know you are in pain, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Echo bowed his head, teeth worrying a line into his cracked lower lip before slowly nodding. He reached for the socket around his right arm, clicking the neural connection locks open and sliding the whole scomp extension off. 

The skin on the stump underneath was even paler than the rest of Echo where it wasn’t red and scraped, ringed with bruises where the socket was digging into it. He held it gingerly up, looking almost ashamed. “I was trying to get it off sometimes, but I couldn’t get it back on after…” he mumbled: “I think it swelled up. Didn’t want to bother you with it.” Hunter bit back everything he wanted to say, even if something hurt was trying to climb out of his mouth. He needed to focus on Echo and what was hurting him. 

“Okay,” he said, voice as level as he managed. “We can find some bacta and patch you up a little before we get back to Kamino and find you a proper medic. But that thing stays off for now.”

Echo nodded. Got up.

Someone would maybe miss his bit off groan and the way his hand clenched white-knuckled on the chair’s headrest. Hunter didn’t. He noticed the pain in Echo’s face with every step. Still, he felt like kicking himself. He was supposed to know, he was supposed to understand that the injury to his arm wasn’t big enough to be responsible for the smell. What else was his point?

He grabbed Echo under his shoulder, ignoring the way he stiffened against him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Tech’s bed. It was the closest, and relatively cleanest. He would have to apologize for the ruined blanket later.

The damage was visible even before he could even get Echo’s prosthesis off - skin blistered where it met the mechanical parts, red and puffy around the ports connecting his nerves to the data cables. Hunter wasn’t an engineer, and he wasn’t a medic either, but he was sure it could be done much better. If only someone had seen Echo as more than a subject and a source of information.

He didn’t want to think about Wat Tambor right now.

“How do I get them off?” 

Echo just shook his head.

“Please, Echo, just work with me.” There was a line of buttons on the side of the thigh socket, and he pressed one of them. The prosthesis seemed to loosen a little, but Echo whimpered, clenching his fingers in the blanket. “Is something wrong?” Hunter asked, hands shaking above the buttons: “Have I done something?” Echo shook his head again, eyes screwed shut.

“No, just… just leave it.” 

“Leave it? Echo…”

“Leave it.” He tried to make it an order, pain mixing with the clear words of an ARC trooper. “What if we get attacked? I’m already an arm down, I would be useless if I would lose my legs too.” His breathing hitched. “I can’t be useless.”

“Echo…”

“I can’t be useless. Clones have a purpose, and if they lose it…”

Hunter hugged him, sharp edges of ribs and the implants on Echo’s back digging into his arms, tight enough to stop the words tumbling from Echo’s mouth. Forehead pressed into his.

“You have a purpose,” he said, trying to keep the anger he felt out of his voice. Anger at Wat Tambor, at the Kaminoans, at their trainers. At himself. “This doesn’t change it.” He pulled back so he could see Echo’s face better. “If you want, I’ll stop. But it will get worse if we don’t fix it soon.”

Echo stayed silent for a second, before finally nodding.

“Make it quick. Please.”

Four more buttons, then safety locks where the stump insided ended. Disconnect the ports. Pull the prostheses off.

Echo threw his head back and screamed.

Echo’s prosthesis slid off, leaving behind a mess of bleeding, infected and weeping wounds, fresh and old, sores and deep bruises. Echo curled up on his side, gasping and hiccuping, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

Hunder took a deep breath.

 

“One more to go.”

 

The other leg was worse. No matter how carefully Hunter tried, the socket seemed to be stuck in Echo’s flesh, and when it finally came loose, it was with most of the skin. Hunter found himself praying for Echo to pass out, wondering if the Tech Union somehow took this option from him too. 

Their med kit wasn’t anything special, but it has disinfectant and enough bacta-soaked bandages to wrap Echo’s legs, and a hypospray with a painkiller. He pressed it into Echo’s hip, waiting for him to stop shivering before he pulled Tech’s blanket over him.

“Try to get some sleep,” he whispered, unsure if Echo is still awake.

When there was no answer, he turned away, heading for his own bed. He was exhausted, and there was nothing else he could do until they would arrive somewhere with a medical center.

Thin fingers gripped his wrist. Echo was looking up at him.

“Stay,” he whispered: “please.”

He didn’t want to lie down next to him - if he would move in his sleep, he could hit Echo by accident. He kneeled next to the bed, head resting on the lumpy mattress, his hand holding Echo’s, thumb drawing circles over his palm.

“Sleep.”

His back would be killing him the next day, he was sure. But Echo finally closed his eyes, breathing deeply in an undisturbed sleep that was so rare for all of them.

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Last Team Standing Tournament (round one)!

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God if Invisibill had a villain rival I think he would be livid. Like a new invisible villain shows up and hes so mad about this guy soaking up all the attention.

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Secret moments

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader Summary: Sirius and reader are dating in secret and reader has had enough.  Warning: just a big of angst, mentions of sex (blink and you’ll miss it), swearing, mention of alcohol.

A/N: for @theweasleyslut writing challenge. Based off the prompts “There’s people here” “I know”

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A volcano. You can feel it; in the pit of your stomach, angrily bubbling and ready to erupt, to destroy whatever is in its path and right now that’s yours and Sirius’ relationship. If that’s what you can even call it. You and Sirius had been friends ever since first year when you charmed his quill to squirt ink on his robes whenever he picked it up. Young Sirius was equal parts embarrassed and stunned when he locked eyes with the pretty young witch sat at the front of the classroom who shot a smirk and a cheeky wink his way. To this day Sirius doesn’t think he’s blushed as hard as he did in that moment. Almost instantly you seamlessly slipped you way into a tight knitted friendship with Sirius and the rest of the marauders, the 5 of you hardly to be found separately. You seemed to gravitate towards the raven-haired boy the most though, Sirius rapidly became your best friend and the two of you were joined at the hip.

About 4 months ago, you and Sirius crossed the line from best friends to something more when you shared a heated kiss after a late-night study session. The two of you promised it was a one-time thing… it wasn’t. Months of sneaking around, stolen kisses behind closed doors, quick fucks between classes and private dates when the rest of the marauders had detentions. Your secret relationship with Sirius started off perfectly, neither of you wanted the rest of the world to know, you were content with this just being something you and Sirius shared in private but that was 4 months ago. And right now you were over it, over having to watch girls and boys flirt with Sirius right in front of you, over making up excuses as to why you don’t want to swap saliva with the tall Ravenclaw James tried to set you up with, over being Sirius private girlfriend.

Which led to this moment right now, in your dorm room, fighting. Your blood was boiling and pumping rapidly inside your veins after having to witness Sirius decline another date from a pretty Hufflepuff. The air felt thick and heavy as your voices raised higher and got louder, you could only hope your conversation couldn’t be heard from the common room below.

“Are you ashamed of me? Is that why you don’t want to tell anyone about us?” the words jab at Sirius’ heart strings almost hard enough to make him stand down and wrap his arms around your smaller frame and whisper how much he cares for you. But his emotions have the better of him and Sirius Black isn’t one to back down.

He scoffs, masking the sharp pain stabbing his chest whenever he sees you upset and the knife in his heart twists knowing he’s the one causing your pain, “of course not! Sorry for not wanting to parade my girlfriend around like a piece of meat.” His voice is thick with sarcasm.

“Oh yes I forgot,” you glare harshly at the boy in front of you, “clearly my memory has failed me because you definitely did not like parading Julianne Sommers around when you were dating her in 4th year and definitely did not suck her face off and grope the poor thing every chance you got. And don’t even get my started on Jonathon Michaels in 5th year, how that boy didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen is beyond me because you liked to make it very clear the two of you were dating. Don’t give me that bullshit excuse Sirius because I know it’s not true. You had no problem letting the world know you were dating them, so what’s so different about me?” Your chest feels heavy and you’re tired; tired of this, tired of playing pretend.

Sirius knows very well the true reason why he wants to keep your relationship a secret and it isn’t because he’s ashamed of you or scared of the friendly teasing James, Remus and Peter will be sure to send your way. It kills him to see other blokes talk about how fit you are and whenever he sees you, he just wants to walk right up and cup your cheeks and kiss you so deeply everyone knows you’re taken. But the truth is, he’s frightened. He’s frightened because he loves you so fucking much and he’s never loved anyone like this. He never thought of himself as a coward. Sirius gladly punched Samuel Stevens (who is twice Sirius’ size) in the nose after he pinched your arse in 5th year, he’s never once backed down from a fight when someone is teasing Remus and never fails to stand up for Peter and will always stand by James’ side. But ‘brave’ Sirius Black is scared of loving you, in particular Sirius is scared of everyone knowing he loves you. Sirius Black is a coward because he’s terrified that if people and merlin forbid you, know about his love then that will destroy the bubble the two of you have created. And if staying in this private bubble and keeping your relationship a secret is how he can keep everything together then he’ll gladly do it. Because he can’t lose you, he can’t risk you leaving him, the thought of everyone knowing petrifies him. He’s worried that it will taint your relationship.

Sirius chokes on his words, because I love you, he wants to say but he struggles to get them out, in fear of ruining what you have but it seems he’s doing that anyway when you leave the room and slam the door on your way out.

….

“Oh my ghosts! You look stunning babes,” Marlene wolf whistles and grips your shoulders to spin you around wanting to see your whole outfit. “You trying to impress anyone tonight hun?”

You have to crane your neck to hear her over the music pumping around the common room. “Nope, no one to impress.” You mutter sadly. It’s been over a week since your fight with Sirius. Neither of you have made the effort to apologise, although Sirius might have tried once or twice but you refused to be alone with the boy. You were angry and pissed and needed Sirius to realise that if he wanted you then it was all or nothing. You were tired of hiding.

“Well, who needs stupid boys anyway when we have each other!” Marlene declares dragging you to the drinks table to pour you some of the questionable looking punch.

Most of the night is spent dancing on the makeshift dance floor with Marlene, Mary and Lily; hips swinging and hair flowing, seemingly not a care in the world. It was just the distraction you were after, although you knew eventually you were going to see Sirius, given it was a party in the Gryffindor common room you couldn’t expect Sirius not to make an appearance.

“Nice to see the boys finally showed up,” Mary comments nodding her head in the direction of the stairs which lead up to the boy’s dorm. The 4 marauders come clambering down the stairs clearly ready to have some fun. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see Sirius, clad in a dark button up which he might as well not even bother wearing with how many buttons he has undone, half his muscly, toned chest on display. His dark locks fall lusciously against his shoulders and if you look closely you can spot some black eyeliner that makes his piercing grey eyes pop even more, he looks utterly gorgeous and your heart plummets into your stomach at the realisation of spending the reminder of the night watching him flirt with people that aren’t you.

You don’t even notice Sirius push his way through the crowd towards you until he’s towering over you. He’s standing so close that you can smell his aftershave, it’s both intoxicating and comforting at the same time. After a beat of the two of you staring at each other with no words you realise how close you are, way too close to convince everyone that you’re just friends. However, after the fight you aren’t 100% sure if you and Sirius are even still dating. Just as you’re about to take a step back from Sirius, he brings his hands to cup your face forcing you to look at him. Your eyes widen as you stare up at Sirius and notice the familiar glint in his eyes, you know that look and any hints of uncertainty were squashed when you catch the way his eyes flicker down to your lips. It feels as it time slows to a complete stop when Sirius leans down clearly trying to meet your soft lips.

Your hands fly up and press firmly against his hard chest, halting his movements. You frantically look around the room and notice multiple pairs of eyes watching you. “What are you doing? There’s people here y’know?” You question, Sirius must clearly be off his face, too intoxicated to register the room full of people watching your every movements. Surely, he pregamed a little too hard and fully believes it’s just the two of you in the common room because why else would he be standing here with his large hands caressing your face so gently?

Sirius smirks, little did you know there wasn’t one drop of alcohol in his body, however he was drunk on you. “I know,” he whispers so quietly it was almost swept away before connecting your lips together in a deep kiss.

Sirius’ lips have always felt like home; warm and soft and never failed to make butterflies and fireworks explode in your tummy, his kisses always made your head dizzy and knees weak. You couldn’t believe you had gone a full week without them, without him. The music around you fades into nothing, all you can focus on his Sirius lips and tongue and how they dance against yours and his hands as they travel from your face down to your hips, clinging onto you as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away. You let your own hands get tangled in his curly hair, determined to show him you don’t want him to go anywhere. Ever.

You find yourself chasing his lips when he finally pulls away, breathlessly. He chuckles at your movements and pecks your lips lightly twice before opening his eyes, he finds you already staring up at him confusion smeared all across your features.

“M’sorry for being a dick, I care for you so much baby and I was shit scared that if everyone knew about us then somehow it would ruin what we had and I’m terrified of losing you. But I realise now that I was throwing it all away by keeping you a secret, so I’m not going to do that anymore.” Sirius then looks over your head and nods at James. “Now Prongs,” James turns off the record player which causes a few people to groan at the loss of music. James gives Sirius a cheesy grin, you see Remus and Peter standing beside the bespectacled boy all 3 of them giving Sirius enthusiastic thumbs up.

You turn your attention back to Sirius who is now standing on top of the nearby table. You and the rest of the Gryffindor house all gawk the boy, uncertain what is about to happen.

“My darling Y/N, I want everyone here tonight to bear witness to what I’m about to say,” Sirius has always been dramatic and now was no expection. He clears his throat, raising his voice to ensure everyone can hear him, “Y/N L/N you are my everything and I love you. I’m sorry for being a complete tosser but it would make me a very, very happy man if you agree to be my girlfriend? Again.”

The smile that consumes your face is so big and bright it hurts your cheeks, you know you look like a proper sap but you don’t care, “get down here you big idiot so I can kiss you.” You motion for Sirius to join you again.

It was Sirius’ turn to grin as he jumps down from the table and makes his way towards you, “is that a yes then?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, Sirius immediately wraps his around your shoulders giving them a light squeeze, “of course Sirius.”

Sirius doesn’t think his smile could get any bigger, well that was until he heard you mumble 4 words into his chest. He knew in that moment he was a complete goner for you. I love you too.

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📸 Any Headcanons?

Lexicon is some type of military structured planet.

Villains probably out number heroes in Wordgirl's world because Rhyme and Reason did not know what to expect when the bank teller pressed the alarm also that ending for when the Masked Meat Marauder was sent to Meatropolis that had no heroes.

Also I have a headcanon where I theorized that Becky is half human and half alien and her human dad lives in the same city she does.

Becky and Two Brains now have some sort of understanding with each other after the mind swap episode.

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea

Star Wars, The Bad Batch Pirate!au (Hunter x Reader

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and bothered are asses.

chapter one

Chapter two: The Stowaway

It is a disgusting day on Coruscant. Hot, humid and you can’t help but feel something sinister in the air. You feel hollow, and it is only partly due to the tightness of your dress. The yellow and green material wraps around you in layers. Your face is blank but your mind is racing, if you cannot convince your father to call off the marriage, how else can you put a stop to this?

Very few people talk about the war, and so how Lord Nython made his fortune is a mystery to you. What you have gathered from whispers of those in your household it was through a lengthy siege that devastated republic and seperatist forces alike.

“And the weather today is perfect for sailing, I bet those ships at the docks will be itching to set off.” Your handmaiden Seil says to you, and you frown, since when did she have an interest in the docks. But she continues playing with your hair.

“I'll get you the most expensive jewelry in the house,” She says with a smile you’ve grown up with. Perhaps carer was a more accurate term, considering she seemed to be the only person in the world that wanted the best for you. She returns with a pouch of all kinds of gold, silver and gems.

“There is a way to the docks, it is so lovely for a stroll. Away from the busy streets and such like.” You frown at her obsession with an area crawling with pirates.

“Seil what in the name-” You start saying, turning around to slip your flats on. And you stop, in her hands are your boots, made for riding as you had done so many times before.

“I thought these would be fitting, as they are your favourite.” She’s talking about all the times you told her how much you love how sturdy they feel around your feet. And how when you would run the fields, how powerful they made your legs feel.

And then it clicks. The docks, the boots. The tears in her eyes. While you were planning on an escape from this marriage, Seil had been planning an escape from every marriage your father would force on you. She ties the boots tightly, and places a hand on your cheek as you both take shaking breaths to compose yourselves.

And with your father still passed out in bed, and the sun barely rising, you slip into the streets and into the areas less traveled, sprinting off towards the ocean.

The docks are infused with the smell of fish, and the workers barely turn a glance your way as you shift through the swarms of people. You come to a halt at a clearing in the crowd, and your brain catches up with itself. What are you going to do now? With no money, skills, or plan, you begin to second guess yourself. You have time to make it back to the household with no one being the wiser. But you remember meeting Lord Nython for the first time.

His hand latched to yours like a monster squid to its prey, you notice that unlike some men he doesn’t ask ‘may I’ before touching you, and you briefly wonder what about you invites his hand onto your own. But your fake smile remains plastered on as he looks you up and down like a farmer regards the sale of livestock.

Your gut had told you then that all he could bring you was bad news, confirmed by rumors and stories of his wartime expeditions, and when he told you about the war, and the pathetic Grand Army of the Republic he spared no detail in his murder of an entire army.

Of course it's not the same as killing someone like you or me, those kaminoans are devils, and those freaks are just the same. Like hunting the same dumb peigion over and over again. We surely must have downed hundreds of them that day, but they are rats you see, you have to kill every last one in order to rid yourself of the infestation.

Education had not taught you about the Kamino Clones, but experience had, every sepratist man who held power despised them. ‘Scum of the earth’ your father had said when you asked about them. Telling you they had their emotions removed, and blindly followed orders given by the highest bidder. And when the G.A.R had fallen, they scuttled into exile.

And now you stand on the docks of Coruscant, two paths in front of you. Surely if you left Nyhon would send someone after you, he never seemed to back away from a fight, and given his reputation for always getting what he wanted, you doubted he’d take to your absence kindly. So that left you with leaving the only home you’d ever known, and given that you cannot sail, nor pay for passage, stowing away was your only option.

You briefly wonder about the procedure of stowing away, does one pick a certain ship or choose at random?

“Can I help you miss?” A Togruta man asks you, only his blue face visible from underneath his hood and cloak, but the markings give him away, as well as the point in the fabric over his head.

“I...I…” you pause to gather yourself. “I’m fine, thank you.” and you quickly turn away from him, walking down the docks at a purposeful pace. There are so many ships all looking to either load or unload supplies, but none of them seem to be leaving shortly. You need escape now, and not later. The longer you dwell the more the bad feeling in your stomach grows. You must lose yourself again because before you know it a man is rushing past you and shouting

“Sorry miss!” as he goes, you catch the clanking of metal and a glimpse of eyeglasses as he disappears up the ramp of a large dark oak ship, the name Havoc Marauder painted in red at the back.

Perhaps you have found your escape after all.

You very quickly decide the ocean is terrifying. After having snuck up the ramp and into the depths of the ship, you found yourself in your current spot. Huddled behind stacks of crates sitting on the wooden floor and being violently rocked around as the water crashes into the side from all sides. More than once you’ve had to close your eyes in panic when something particularly bad happens, but you refuse to appear weak - even if you’re the only person to witness it.

And the footsteps, even though the men seldom come below decks but you can hear them step ferociously above you. They sound like an army and considering you didn’t get a good look at any of them, you had no idea how many people you were hiding from. They’re loud, and kept busy by the Sea, you have no idea where you’re headed, but as long as it’s far, far away from Coruscant you couldn’t care less. And there are no windows here, so you have no idea how long you’ve been traveling for.

Footsteps start to make their way to the set of stairs leading down into your hiding spot, the small nook of the ship that resides in the belly of the beast. The steps you hear aren't as heavy as others, but they seem to keep most of their weight on their toes, you never quite hear their heel make contact against the wood. And you press yourself tighter to the wall, a tall frame passes you by, lean and with ashen hair the man halls a crate away from the other end of the room, and turns to leave. Your panicked eyes can do nothing but stare back at him through the gaps in the boxes, and they watch him squint for a moment, before he turns and heads back up the stairs. Crate in hand, and your heart in your chest. He cannot have seen you, if he had, why turn away? Panic consumes you.

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“Sarge,” Crosshair says, thumping the crate of bread and dried meat down in front of him. Hunter simply raises an eyebrow at his vod, and it confirms Crosshair's hypothesis. The captain is in one of his moods again, when shaking off the nightmares is impossible and the hate inside him grows and simmers at fantastical measures.

“There’s a woman on board.” He tells him, casually popping a pick into his mouth. And watching as Tech’s and Wrecker’s heads snap up.

“A woman?” Tech asks with judgement. Crosshair rolls his eyes.

“Yes a woman, you know, the things that look almost like you except for their b-”

“I know what a woman is!” Tech cuts him off before things get graphic. His brother never having the politeness nor the decency to hold his tongue.

“There’s a woman aboard the Murader?” Wrecker tries to confirm, and underneath his wide captains hat, Hunter’s eyes darken.

“Listen very carefully.” He growls, the midday sun shining its way onto an unforgiving face. “If there is a stowaway. I do not care if you have to drag her to me with her intestines hanging out. Get. Her. Off. My. Ship.”

“But…” Wrecker starts, taken aback by the aggressive imagery.

“But what?” Hunter snaps, standing up and seeming small compared to his brother, but nonetheless intimidating. “I want her found and I want her off my kriffing ship.” He demands one last time before stalking back to the captains quarters.

Below deck you hear the slamming of a heavy wooden door, the sound makes your skin jump crawl with dread. Something has gone very wrong indeed, and it is not long before you see boots standing at the top of the steps down into the hold where you thought you were hidden. It is difficult to tell how many, two for certain, the change in foot size tells you that much. None of them talk, making it even harder for you to mask your panicked breaths. But just as one foot begins to descend the stairs, a voice from afar distracts it.

“Ship off the starboard bow!” it’s enough to get the men turning away from your concealment, and towards the voice.

“What does she fly?” Another voice shouts, much closer to you.

“Looks Weequay to me!” comes the response, which causes someone else to grumble something about eyesight and crowsnest. Frankly it’s all gibberish to you, starboard could be another hyper-ocean speedway let alone a part of the ship, and while you are sure you’ve heard the term Weequay before, you can’t place where or in what context you heard it. Laughter breaks you from your thoughts.

“That’ll be Hondo’s ship then!” A loud shout settles in your bones. Not one in anger but perhaps more so simple loudness. And whoever or whatever a Hondo is, it is enough to carry the shoes away from you and rush to another, more pressing task. Which makes you think you just may owe this Hondo your life.

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