#so have a techno cloud

[kingdom-creatin]

this place looks so different now what has happened

[fellthemarvelous]

Without hope, we have nothing.

(Spoilers and speculation included a bit further down)

This is actually a post about the Bad Batch and not Star Wars Rebels, but this bit is important so...

Try not to cry when you remember that Tech is the one who taught Hera Syndulla how to mask her ship's signature, a move that made her a massive threat to the Empire and a move that she often used to her advantage. She was such a threat to the Empire that they wanted to capture her alive so they could make an example of her for her years of defiance.

And then also try not to cry when you remember that when Hera was taken prisoner by the Empire, Kanan Jarrus sacrificed his life to free her and save the future of the Rebellion. Try not to cry when you think about the fact that Kanan Jarrus aka Caleb Dume was the Jedi padawan the Bad Batch protected (except for Crosshair) from the Empire during Order 66 by claiming Hunter killed him.

Hunter, Tech, Wrecker and Echo lied to the Empire to protect a Jedi.

And Tech taught Hera how to evade the Empire when the Bad Batch helped her family (Chopper included) escape Ryloth after being accused of treason.

Clone Force 99's actions had a direct outcome on the success of the Rebellion. They refused to commit treason against the Republic and all they did was commit treason against the Empire. They were strong enough to resist the effects of the inhibitor chip (Crosshair and Wrecker for awhile), outright ignored Order 66 (Hunter and Tech), or were tortured and turned partially into a machine against his will by the Techno Union and used as a weapon against the Republic who, upon rescue, immediately jumped back into Separatist territory and fucked their asses up (Echo). Luckily, with the help of Rex, they got their chips removed after Wrecker tried to kill all of them.

Everything under the cut is pure speculation. I'm having a galaxy brain moment, I just have no idea if it's pointing me in the right direction or not lol.

If you disagree with me, I don't need you to rudely tell me why.

After his time on Tantiss, Crosshair can now identify with Echo more than anyone else in the Bad Batch (and Tech if CX-2 is Tech).

When they went to rescue Echo, Crosshair is the one who snidely told Captain Rex that he would have left Echo behind too.

Which is exactly what happened to Crosshair when the Empire turned him into a weapon against his own brothers. He had no choice because the Empire attached him to a machine and amped up the effect of his inhibitor chip so he could not disobey orders.

Rex told Cody "I think Echo is still alive" and Cody told him that was impossible. Anakin accompanied him on this rescue mission with The Bad Batch (we know Cody would have too if he hadn't been injured).

I think that if Tech is CX-2, Crosshair already knows or highly suspects it. He's terrified of Tantiss. I think we're going to have a parallel moment of Crosshair possibly saying the same thing, knowing that he could never leave a brother behind again after what he went through, especially if CX-2 is Tech. (I also wouldn't be surprised if Omega suspected something after her trip back to Tantiss with CX-2.)

We never saw Echo's body after the explosion. Instead we got this image. An empty helmet and a droid arm.

Crosshair defected from the Empire when he witnessed the Empire tell him that Mayday was only a clone and not worth giving medical attention to. Those actions resulted in the death of Mayday and that's when Crosshair chose to shoot an Imperial officer between the eyes (similar to Dogma's execution of General Krell in many ways).

If Tech is CX-2, that is the second Bad Batcher the Empire has turned into an enemy against his brothers.

This is the last we saw of Tech.

Hemlock was fucking lying when he said that Tech's glasses were all they recovered. Why the hell would he have found Tech's glasses and not Tech? All we see below him are clouds. And this is the last bit of Tech we see. That gun is in the shot with his glasses for a reason.

I feel like this is going to parallel Echo's rescue from Skako Minor. Tech and Echo are both highly intelligent huge ass nerds (remember that the battle plans being used against the Republic were written by both Rex and Echo, and Cody acknowledged that Rex was one of their best strategists in the GAR) who always ended up working best together.

Part of me wonders if we are heading into a show centered on the clone troopers in a post Order 66 world going up against the Empire as they try to rescue more of their brothers. Enough to become a problem for the Empire.

Part of me also wonders if the inclusion of Force sensitive children in the Bad Batch means Rex will need to call Ahsoka into the fray. Wolffe has only appeared once so he hasn't even switched sides, let alone even started blocking Ahsoka's messages to Rex yet. During the Clone Wars she had to save Force sensitive children from Darth Sidious. During the Rebellion, the saved more Force sensitive children from Darth Sidious. It makes me wonder if she is also going to save Force sensitive children from this too? I might be reaching a bit too much here, but it could be a possibility! She seems to always show up when Force sensitive children need to be rescued from Darth Sidious.

No matter what ending we get for the Bad Batch, I know it's going to leave us with hope for the future because the message in Star Wars has always shown us that hope will always be stronger than fear.

A simple act of kindness can fill a galaxy with hope.

Without hope, we have nothing.

These episodes are all relevant to Echo's journey. The Domino Squad was referred to as a bad batch and Echo was the one who seemed to struggle the most with orders that conflicted with doing what needed to be done. He is the one who memorized the regulations manual after all. And now the Bad Batch are on a similar journey because they have never trusted regs before, but now it seems they might have to trust the regs to come to help them the way they helped Rex and Echo before the war ended. The way they helped Gregor after the war ended.

If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but that's a fanfic I can always write!! I don't want to get into who I think is going to die or survive, but I have my suspicions there too and I'm already in too much pain to keep going.

[simplepotatofarmer]

to this day mine is still the maps moment for both c! and cc!rivals. such galaxy brained people, both comfortably excelling at the game, looking at a fairly basic mechanic glancing back and forth from each other like ???

this moment really is peak c!rivals duo, i think.

it lets you see past the facade c!dream puts up and past 'The Blade' label that's been given to c!techno. you get to see that they're just. people, at the end of it all. normal people who aren't masters at everything. people who mess up and are a bit silly and have genuine things they struggle with that are mundane. they both have adhd. they're both (relatively) young guys.

and i think that's what makes moments like this carry an undertone of.... i'm not sure what. sadness, maybe? because you know the people who think of them as The Blade or the monster of the server aren't going to see them like this. or it would get clouded or dismissed.

which is why i love it so much.

[nomsfaultau]

FINAL SECTION

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

“I can’t make promises that this will cure anything,” Philza reminds him. Tommy scoots towards the cliff ledge of the frozen bay, a kicked pebble plummeting, plummeting, crunching into the ground below, blood and pain spilling out of him. He tries to focus on fluffy white clouds and pretty scenery but all he can see is the tower from exile. The choppy, turbulent waters of the sea he always woke up drowning in. His chopped off feathers fanning around his abuser’s mask. 

He’s pulled away from the hypnotizing reverie when strong arms wrap around his chest. Philza’s steady heartbeat hums against the back of his head. It’s so wonderfully comfortable in a way that makes him nervous. He’s tried to avoid close contact with Phil, but there isn’t much of an option now. “.....ommy? Tommy? Mate?”

“Huh?” His head feels like it’s swimming. 

“I asked if you feel secure enough.” No. Tommy can’t remember the last time he felt safe. Well. Aside from what his avian instincts were tricked into believing. He doesn’t trust the feeling all that much. 

What he says instead is, “If you drop me I’ll stab you.” Philza chuckles. 

“Fair enough. If it helps I never dropped Techno the few times he let me fly him.” 

“Bruh. Never accidentally, more like,” Techno mutters darkly, earning a smirk. But Phil assures Tommy it’s going to be as gentle a flight as possible. Which probably isn’t a very accurate replication of a first flight. Vaguely Tommy remembers his own from when he was a kid, a scrambling terrifying elating freeing chaotic tangle rushing at him faster than the wind. It had felt so right, once. Natural, like he was growing up. Finally independent, not needing to rely on a guardian anymore. Tommy wants that feeling more than anything in the world right now. Tommy needs Philza to be right, for this flight to fix him. Even just a little, just enough to know it’s possible. 

But the memory of his recent failed flight is far sharper, of the moment he realized his abuser was right about him. An overhanging shadow of doom, despair, dependence. 

Phil tries to nudge Tommy forward, towards the edge, and suddenly Tommy’s panic spikes. He scrambles back, almost expecting resistance, expecting Phil to dump him off the tower. But Philza easily gives away, letting him retreat even as scarlet shame fills him. 

“Uh…are you scared of heights?” Techno asks. 

“No, don’t be stupid,” Tommy snarls. “Stop laughing at me, oh how ironic the avian hates heights, I’m not stupid, I’m not scared of the tower. How about you try jumping off a cliff and see how you like heights, pig boi. I’m not scared. I’m not stupid.” 

“Never said you were. I wasn’t making fun of you,” Techno replies mildly, hooves held out in pacification. “And, uh, what’s the tower?” 

Shame throttles Tommy. Philza frowns at a memory. “...is it the structure I found you at?” 

“I was trying to fly,” Tommy mumbles. He had been trying a lot of things. Some of them had very nearly succeeded. 

Techno and Philza wince as they remember the bloody, almost dead state they’d found Tommy in all those weeks ago. “Could do it with your eyes closed,” Techno suggests. “Just like when I clean up your wings.” Techno’s tusks twist in thought, then he roots around in his bag. He presses a glass bottle into Tommy’s hands. 

“It’s not going to work if I’m asleep, idiot.” 

“Nah, it’s Slow Falling. Just smash it if you need it, alright? It’s the extended version so no matter how high up you are you’ll get to the ground safely. Whenever I get anxious about somethin’ I like to over prepare. That way I have a plan to think about instead when my brain tries to run through disasters.” Oh. Tommy stares at the foggy, half frozen potion. The knots in his gut ease a little. Not the terrifying plummet of the tower, but something slow and gentle. It can’t quite ease the instinctive fear rolling inside his subconscious, but it soothes his more logical balking. What helps even more is knowing Techno cares enough to look at his fear and somehow untangle it in a way Tommy could never manage on his own. 

Techno and Phil are both trying so hard to help Tommy with the messy, ugly parts of himself. Not pushing him away because of it or ignoring the bad, but accepting and working with it. And if they’re trying so hard, they must think it’s possible for it to get better. Maybe they’re right, or will be if Tommy gives it his all, too. 

“... and if that’s not enough I can get you Feather Fall boots. I’d give mine but, well, hooves. It’ll take a bit to make, but you wouldn’t get hurt as badly if there’s ever another fall like that.” 

Tommy splits into a tentative smile. “Really? You’d do that for me?” 

The tension lining his broad shoulders eases, taking on a lopsided grin. “Well. Well you’d have to pay me. I’m not a charity out here, kid. But. Maybe I can get you a friendship discount.”

“We can wait till the boots are done to fly,” Phil offers. “There will be another windless day.” But Tommy clutches his potion. Now. He needs to do it now, when hope still hums in his chest. He can do whatever he has to for it to be easier for himself, not get overwhelmed with shame and loathing and refuse to ever make it better. 

And if what it takes for him to fly is a potion clutched for dear life, is large black wings that aren’t his own spreading out, is his face buried in the crook of Phil’s neck so he doesn’t have to see, then all that means is Tommy is flying. Maybe not the way he’s meant to, but the only way he can. Maybe it’s enough. 

He screams with the first swoop, clawing into Philza for safety. Strong arms press him closer to Philza’s chest, reassuring in their tight hold. The nascent reverberations of a coo Philza bites down rumbles in the throat Tommy’s tucked into, instinctively weakening his coiled tension. The flight smooths into a gentle glide, the plummet of Tommy’s gut vanishing. Only the wind tearing past assures him of their movement. 

He knows they can’t be falling, but he can’t shake the thought. Scared, he pries open a eye. Unlike the tower, the ground isn’t rushing up to shatter him. Icy waves scroll past slowly beneath them, almost still. Sunlight glitters across glaciers, burning in radiant streaks. The tranquil arctic sea is starkly incongruous with the terror ebbing in his chest. His urgent nightmares give way to new peaceful memories, the spark of fear unable to catch. Tommy’s death grip on the potion eases from its white-knuckled terror. 

It hasn’t been long enough when they’ve crossed the bay, Phil coming to a careful stop on an outcropping. There’s an awkward moment as Phil tries to set him down and Tommy still clings on. As cold as it is Tommy doesn’t mind being tucked underwing. 

“Alright, check in time. How was the glide? Do you want to try more compli- oh- oh mate,” Philza says in a soft, fragile way as he finally catches a look at Tommy. He bends slightly till they’re face to face, carefully brushing away blossoming tears. Tommy wants to shove him away, pretend it was the wind. But it feels so nice to sink into the warm, calloused palm cupping his cheek. “This cliff connects to the mainland if you’d prefer to walk back. We can try again later. Or never. Whatever you need…” 

Tommy shakes his head, dismissing his worries. “I didn’t know how much I missed it.” 

Philza’s smile is a mixed thing, half relief half heartbreak. “Flying should’ve never been taken from you. But before long your new primaries will come in and you’ll be able to soar on your own.” Before the thought had filled him with dread, but the memory of wind gushing through his feathers dulls the edge of his insecurities. One day he’ll have feathers his abuser never touched. 

On the return flight Tommy doesn’t need to hide, instead facing outward like Phil initially planned. Probably more aerodynamic that way, and it gives him a better view. Tommy’s wings scrunch up, trying not to get in the way of Philza. The flight is rougher than the glide, Philza flapping quickly to gain upward momentum. Tommy’s gut swoops, but the ascension is so unlike his plummet, a controlled and triumphant race towards the heavens. The arms wrapped around his midriff are secure and not for a second does he imagine falling. The shift of Philza’s muscles against his back with each beat of his wings almost feels like his own strain against the wind, almost feels like his own wings. He finds himself tensing in the pattern of it, echoing Philza’s minute adjustments to the wind current. 

Tommy’s wings instinctively begin to spread. They’re so ragged and ugly compared to Philza’s sleek ebony plumage. Mud colored, his abuser teased once. But in the streaks of close sunlight they glow with auburns and golds, the white undersides softer than the surrounding clouds. They wobble slightly as wind buffets the pair, and quickly Tommy straightens out fully, hesitance forgotten. As air slips through his feathers something wakens in him. It feels right in a way so little has recently. 

Philza caws at him, subtly rocking, and Tommy leans into it, copying the tilt of his wings as they arc into a loose gyre. Tommy grins as he earns an approving coo, dutifully mimicking Philza’s exaggerated, coached movements. He flaps, Tommy’s wings awkwardly crashing into his the first few times till he gets in rhythm, the pair climbing higher into the azure. Perhaps for Philza it feels like teaching, but for Tommy it feels like remembering. All the little instinctive details he’d forgotten, all rushing back like they’d never left, like an old nostalgic song he’d thought he forgot the lyrics to until he heard the tune again. His own short wings stretch out beneath Philza’s massive black ones, flapping and angling to match. It’s as if they become one. 

An elated chirp bursts out of Tommy, and for once he doesn’t slam his hands over his mouth. It doesn’t overwhelm him, this joy, doesn’t rob him of his senses. It feels like laughter, something drawn out, not forced upon him. A wild, booming caw explodes from Philza in response, vibrating deep in the chest Tommy is flush against. Tommy is delighted to discover his vibrant, bubbly chirps are prettier than Philza’s raspy caws, though they surely hold no less enthusiasm. Suddenly it makes sense why they’re always so loud and ear-piercing. Words are only whipped away in the rush of the wind. The pair twitter back and forth, less a language and more intuition and tone. It feels like pure joy. 

Their descent is slow and winding, Philza careful to avoid anything resembling a dive or swoop. He’s disappointed when they finally land at the first cliff. It’s dizzying to go from feeling like the wind itself to be standing on firm ground once again. Unconsciously Tommy’s wings flare out, echoing the memory of freedom still ringing in his head. The careful angling for aerodynamics, adjusting to currents of wind. He steps back towards the cliff, tensing as if to launch once more. 

A hand lands on his shoulder, and Tommy blinks. “Hold on, I need a break first.” Phil smiles at the impatience in his eyes.

“Tired old man! I bet I’ll be an even faster flier than you. I’ll leave you in the dust.” Tommy puffs up his chest, but mischief suddenly dances in Philza’s eyes, and Tommy huffs. “What’s so fun-”

“BOO!” Techno shouts, jabbing Tommy in his soft sides. The boy shrieks, feathers fluffing up as he’s seized and lifted into the air. He thrashes and flaps wildly, but the piglin’s long arms prevent retaliation. 

“OOOOOH I’M GOING TO STAB YOU. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I’M GOING TO STAB YOU.” Tommy smirks in satisfaction as his wing bashes Techno in the snout. It falters as Techno swings him around and around until the world blurs. Tommy stumbles as he’s set down, then leans against Techno as he tries to overcome the vertigo. “There, now I got my turn flying you. I’m sure it was the exact same deeply bonding experience you just had with Phil. I’m guessing it worked?” 

“It was fantastic!” Tommy enthuses, stretching his wings out. 

“I meant the hatchling thing. Like, you didn’t freeze up when I spooked you.”

“Oh.” Tommy had…kinda forgotten about that part. “...maybe?” He catches himself and jerks his head up. “Actually, since I have no possible way of knowing we’ll just have to go on a bunch more flights. You know. Just in case. You never can be sure with these things.” 

Philza chuckles and tucks him neatly underwing, pulling him close. “Oh yes, really cement the milestone to your instincts.”

Tommy laughs as Philza scuffs up his hair, batting him away. “Oi! Don’t mess with the Tommy Charm™!” When meticulously fixing his locks, he freezes as his fingers encounter a foreign object. He slowly pulls out one of Philza’s feathers from where it had accidentally gotten lodged in his hair. He runs his finger along the vane, watching dark barbs ripple, iridescence catching the light in flashes of indigos and wines. 

Philza goes a little rigid. “Ah- sorry mate, didn’t mean to shed on you.” He reaches for the feather, but Tommy is mesmerized by it, flicking the edges so the barbs part then preening them back into smooth completion. 

“Can I keep it?” he asks before he quite plans to. He doesn’t mean to, knows he’s only getting Phil’s hope up. He wants to shove it back in his mouth. He doesn’t. 

“Y-yeah. Sure mate. If you want to.” Phil barely clamps down on bursting euphoria, trying to be as calm and nonchalant as possible. In avian culture, wearing another’s feathers is a promise to carry the person as safely as their own two wings. Hadn’t Philza already done that? Hadn’t he already promised to always? He’s so, so ready to be family, but even if Tommy is painfully aware of it, Philza never intentionally pressures him. He’s just…allowed to take things at his own speed. Tommy doesn’t slip the feather behind his ear, but he doesn’t let go of it, either. That night he tucks it next to a picture of the three of them. It doesn’t feel overwhelming, more like a gentle promise for when he’s ready for it. 

And one day he will be. Not now, though. Not when some small panicked creature in him wants to bolt at the thought of wearing Philza’s feathers, let alone how he feels about his own. 

But one day he’ll wear both their feathers with pride. 

Fin.

[mellowcherryblossomblaze]

Trolls: Band Together TV Series (Idea) Part 2

NOTE: AGAIN, NONE OF THIS IS OFFICIAL, JUST SPECULATION. BUT IF ANYONE WANTS TO WRITE FANFICTION BASED ON THESE IDEAS, FEEL FREE TO DO SO.

Trolls: Family Harmony: Season 2

It's A Troll-A-Bration!: Poppy and Branch visit newlyweds Gristle and Bridget as they celebrate Troll-A-Bration. Viva tags along to prove she can put her fear of Bergens behind her, but struggles to keep her anxiety in check.

Physical Hair-apy: Floyd's hair has become weaker following his time in the diamond, so Synth and Smidge help him build his strength back up in the Hairnasium. But Floyd becomes frustrated with his lack of progress, worried he may never fully recover from his trauma.

Down The Creek: Branch is shocked to learn that Clay has formed a friendship with Creek, but reluctantly decides not to say anything. It is only when Clay gets a glimpse of Creek's true colors that he realizes the negative impact his 'friend' has on his little brother.

Cloud Pleaser: While visiting Bruce on Vacay Island, Branch learns that a vacationing Cloud Guy has been annoying his brother all week. So Branch bravely decides to keep Cloud Guy busy for the day so that Bruce can get some work done.

Fast-Friend Matching: John Dory enlists Poppy's help after realizing his prolonged time in the wilderness has hindered his ability to socialize with other Trolls. So Poppy sets him up on a series of 'fast-friend matches' to help him get back in the friend-making game.

Date Night: After realizing they've never had an official date together, Poppy and Branch try to have a romantic dinner alone, but they both keep getting distracted by other tasks and Trolls.

Queen For A Day: Poppy comes down with a bad cold, so Viva decides to take over her responsibilities as Queen until she's better. But she quickly realizes that keeping up with Poppy's daily activities is harder than it looks.

Vocal Range For Trollings: After learning that Floyd used to be a music instructor in Mount Rageous, Branch suggests that he take a job as a teacher for the younger Trollings.

Classical Clay: Clay becomes fascinated by the Classical Trolls' lifestyle, so he tries to hide his Pop tendencies and go full Classical to win their approval. But Demo eventually helps him see that the Classical Trolls have become more open-minded to other genres.

Check-In: Poppy is overjoyed to have a surprise reunion with DJ Suki after running into her and King Trollex at Bruce's restaurant. As DJ explains how her stay in Techno Reef has been, Poppy seeks Bruce's help when she worries that she and DJ have begun to grow apart.

Caved In: Stranded in the forest during a rainstorm, Branch and John Dory take shelter in a cave for the night. John Dory gets a glimpse of his little brother's survival skills, and Branch learns more about his older brother's past when he shares a story about their mother.

How Are You?: Poppy spends an entire day helping her friends with their problems, while unknowingly letting some of her own fears and insecurities slip out. Too caught up in work to notice, it isn't until her family intervenes that Poppy discovers that she's been ignoring her own feelings for longer than even she realized.

[cookiqueen13]

Headcanons and details I noticed in Trolls!

Rest of the post under read more cause it’s kinda long⬇️

TROLL ANATOMY

Troll tongues are the same/a similar color to their noses. Their gums and mouths are similar colors to their skin. On a morbid note, this means there’s a possibility that whatever internal organs they have are also colorful.

Trolls have sparkly/rainbow blood. This is probably just a gag/censorship joke but it isn’t a far-fetched idea.

POWERS/SPECIAL ABILITIES

Trolls can use music as a force. In Trolls 3, they use the Family Harmony to break the diamond. In Trolls 2, the Rock trolls can destroy things and hurt people with their music. Queen Essence seems to create a wave/boom using a tuba. Chaz uses his Jazz to hypnotize people and make them hallucinate. Trolls may also have the ability to use music to fight. In a deleted scene from Trolls 2, the Classical trolls and Rock trolls fight using their instruments and voices. In another deleted scene, the Yodelers cause a building to fall apart by yodeling.

Trolls have special adaptations to their specific kingdoms. Rock trolls are heat resistant to combat the fact they live in a VOLCANO. Techno trolls have fins and glow to become more visible in dark water. Country trolls are tough, built for long distance running and work. Pop trolls have advanced hair manipulation to navigate and hide in trees. Classical trolls have wings to safely travel in the mountains/clouds. And idk about Funk trolls💀 But Sub-genres are probably adaptable to most situations.

TROLL REPRODUCTION

Trolls can reproduce sexually and asexually. When 2 different trolls reproduce, the resulting offspring will share traits from both parents. Asexual reproduction results in offspring that have extremely similar traits to the parent or a total clone. Both female and male trolls can produce and incubate eggs. Reproduction can happen from physical contact😏 AND/OR extreme feelings of love/connection. The extreme feeling can be for a partner or just a feeling in general. This would explain how Bruce and Brandy were able to hybridize so well despite being different sizes and species. Guy Diamond mentions how he, “Didn’t know his heart could be so full.” I interpret this as Tiny Diamond coming from the love inside his father’s heart.

EFFECT ON OTHERS

Different trolls have different tastes and effects. As we know, Pop trolls, (when eaten), make the user very happy. But what do they taste like? I imagine they would be overwhelmingly sweet, like candy or cake fondant. Rock trolls would have a spice or bitterness to them and give the user a feeling of aggressiveness or hype. (Kinda like steroids💀). Classical trolls would be buttery and sweet and make the user feel satisfaction or bliss. Techno trolls would taste sweet and sour/citrusy and give the user a major energy boost/sugar rush. Country trolls would taste savory or smoky like BBQ or a home-cooked meal, giving the user a feeling of coziness or nostalgia. Funk trolls would have a mainly tangy/sweet flavor with an underlying spice. The user would feel a general feeling of liveliness or fun.

Trolls 3 introduces more exploitation of trolls in the form of talent stealing. Velvet and Veneer use Floyd to sing Pop music. I imagine that using a troll of a different genre gives the user talent and musical ability in that trolls genre.

[thy-valhallen]

i don't think we talk about what an absolute BANGER of a line Techno dropped on Quackity before their fight, post-execution

imagine: you're Quackity. you've been through fucking hell. you fought tooth and nail to get this country, traded sides as many times as you needed to, all to end up on the winning side. you finally are a part of L'Manburg, the real L'Manburg, a country of people and love and loyalty.

and there's a dark cloud hanging over your heads, one that cups wither skeletons in its hands and echoes with laughter and the sound of TNT. Technoblade is out there, and could come back at any second to ruin everything you've built. you fought for this, you've schemed for this-- hell, Tommy got exiled to protect this place.

so you decide to be proactive. you put together the Butcher's Army, you prepare for a fight and to kill a man because you'll do anything for this country. you push your young, stressed president into a bloodthirsty plan. you harass Philza, the grief-stricken father of your old rival and fallen president, and rob him, lock him in his home.

you track down Technoblade. you strike with the force of four men in full netherite, and you're losing. you get desperate, you threaten the horse that he loves, and it's the only thing that saves your lives. and you did it-- you've captured Technoblade, you've brought him in, and set him under an anvil. months of planning have paid off, and you're finally going to have retribution, the peace of knowing that's one less person out there who wants you and your home in ashes.

except you don't succeed. except a mercenary and the true ruler of the Greater SMP destroy your plans and Technoblade has a Totem of Undying and your execution is now a battle-- a battle you ignore, rushing through the smoke and blades and screams. because you saw Technoblade run.

you rush into the caves after him-- full netherite armor, axe drawn. you're going to end this yourself. this can't have all been for nothing.

and standing against him, declaring your intentions, he laughs, and simply asks:

"Did you really think... you could kill me that easily, Quackity?"

Like all you did, like all those months of planning and hours of scheming, all of your blood, sweat, and tears, weren't the best you could give? like everything you did wasn't with the full intention of ending this decisively? like all your work was nothing more than a rough few hours for him?

and you fight. and you lose. you lose to a man in iron armor and a pickaxe-- a pickaxe he puts through your face.

and nursing your wounds, staring at the ruins of a execution stage, you know he'll be back. and now, you know exactly how futile your efforts to stop him were-- and how much harder you have to try anyway, because there's nothing to do but desperately raise your shields against the falling of the axe, even when it's doomed to strike again

[merao-mariposa]

we'll meet again on some snowy day

In which they meet again after Phil travels to the other plane

<3•<3•<3•<3•<3

Philza was busy, and Missa knew very well what it was like to be busy, so instead of being upset by his husband's sudden absence, he took advantage of filling the hours of alone time he couldn't have with his children in the past.

The happiest moments of his days being the three of them were those in which he could learn more about his children, the proper method to care for Lullah's hair or Chayanne's interest in streaming. Now that they were off the island, his little ones' imagination was the limit.

He allowed himself to breathe the cold air that played in his lungs, Quesadilla did not reach that cold even in its harshest winters, but the arctic hardly had warmth to give if you moved away from the dominions of the empire.

he noticed in the distance how another black shadow was approaching, crossing the frozen air with impetus and Missa smiled slyly when he was close enough to his earshot shouting the now customary "MUMZA SEND GREETINGS"

As quickly as the little crow got to him Missa made sure to lavish his plumage with soft, loving caresses, slightly interrupting his loud ramblings of “TECHNOBLADE AND PHIL TOOK A TEA” “DADZA CHOKED ON HIS MUG LMAO” “GREAT EMPIRE, POG EMPIRE” “SOUL HARVEST POST TEA O7” “TEA FOR THE ANGEL OF DEATH” “SOULS FOR THE EMPIRE” “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” with loud purrs

Soon the tea party gossip between old friends and apparent war crimes was amplified when a cloud blackened his view, surrounding him with hundreds of messenger crows that Phil had sent to keep his family updated on his adventures with the most important people in his life, he laughed with joy as he tried to pay attention to the messages he had been receiving for a while.

It was a dense cloud, so dense that Missa had difficulty seeing beyond his nose and even so he smiled happily knowing that Philza had been able to safely reunite with his people, he was a little afraid that as soon as they escaped from quesadilla the older man would not longer want him and the reaper would never see him again thanks to the difference in power between them, from the angel of death to a simple death reaper made him feel small.

He should have given him more credit, Philza is loyal in a way only a crow would ever be.

Missa is enthralled with the cloud of happy stories wishing that the sapphire-eyed man could stay longer on the plane of the dead experiencing more wonders that he did not notice anything else until a pair of firm, warm arms rested firmly on his waist.

He cried out loud and confused when the crows began to chant a name that tasted like honey in his mouth. Amazing how no matter how much time passed Missa always seemed to fit into Phil's arms like he was made to be in them forever.

The cold blue sky or the frozen ice envies the bluish color in his man's eyes and when he smiles at him, he feels the snow melting around him, every time he returns from the celestial plane he looks happier and revitalized as if shining with pure joy and Missa wants him to stay there and be this happy every day of his life, he deserves it. Stupefied, he still does not notice how among the sea of ​​feathers that still surround them, a pair of revitalized wings press around him like a shield against the elements.

“Misaaaa”

“Philza!”

“Missa…” His warm breath against Missa's collarbones makes him shiver and he places his hands on the opponent's shoulders. Allowing himself to enjoy the shorter man's company.

“I missed you” mentions the skeleton

“I missed you too” he murmurs something muffled against the fabric that protects Missa's body.

“How is the boss?”

“Well, she sends you greetings!” As if he didn't already know from the crows "Techno too, he says hello and asks when are you taking Chayanne to train?"

Sighing softly into the blonde hair Missa allows himself to meditate. “Mmh he flew to the Nether to help Dapper with a special loot or something. "he'll probably be back in a day or two."

Philza laughed softly at the thought of his little dragon, more than worrying about him, he would worry about every damn mod down there.

“When is Techno available, cariño?”

“For his favorite nephew? It better be all the time in the world,” Philza exclaimed with a happy laugh that pierced Missa's chest literally and figuratively.

Suddenly the crows around him cleared up a bit but before Missa could react a soft and indignant voice echoed in their minds.

“Chay is not Uncle Techno's favorite!”

“Llulah!!” Philza left his husband's comfortable chest to greet the dragon that was flying near them.

Although he will deeply miss the touch as soon as it faded, he knew that he would have the arms of his platonic husband again later, he allowed himself to enjoy the scene in front of him without worrying about anything else: Chayanne's absence was felt in the air but the laughter of father and daughter only predicted positivity, for a moment he almost lost the elegant but simple clothes in light blue tones and the royal blue cape that adorned his partner, on his head rested a gold crown symbol of the Empire. His girl, on the other hand, had soft and deep colors, something about her still gave vibes to a pre-Hispanic dragon, a mix between snake scales and colorful feathers, there were also poppies snaking between her long horns that Phil was now complimenting, “Chayanne will be so pissed off when he see that they grew more than his”

“Let's see those teeth!”

Both dragons were omnivores with a special attraction to meat but if Missa had to guess

“Is it me or are Chayanne's even bigger?” Missa asked, stroking Lullah's snout a little, who did not hesitate to blow some thick, black smoke from her nostrils into Missa's face.

Philza burst into laughter as Missa tried to scold the dragoness, ignoring that some ash got in his face making him look very funny actually.

“If you don't behave I'll make your dad cook today!” Llulah remained silent about that, wanting to refute something about how her fangs were sharper than Chay's, how apá Missa deserved it a little, which was with love! And pray not to have the classics…

“In fact I learned a new recipe with avocado toast, do you want to hear that? You have an avocado toast and BOOM you put nother one on top” Lullah made a tired groan and Dadza was such a smug “I call it; an avocado sandwich”

“That's great, man” Missa barely contained the urge to laugh while the dragon twisted her tail in displeasure, “But you won't be too tired now to cook?”

“Definitely not for you, mate”

Laughter resounded once again in the frozen when, just as when she was a small egg, Lullah dropped into an exaggerated pose of defeat.

Yeah. he felt good having waited for this.

[rocksibblingsau]

I’m making a headcannon that cloud guy would go after classical trolls and country trolls the most. Because A: classical is very refined, no funny business type of trolls who freak out over small things like poor manners, and B country trolls are very hardworking trolls who don’t play around till a jobs done.

(To me) Cloud Guy is all about messing with people (who to him) “can’t take a joke” and goes after those who are more serious and less playful. Makings country and classical, perfect targets.

I feel like he would leave techno Branch alone since he’s more happier and because techno trolls are like pop trolls (who I’m pretty sure cloud Guy leaves alone except for branch) but this is mostly just some headcannon stuff, since cloud Guy sucks and doesn���t care who he messes with.

Cloud Guy does for the most part seem to target people who don't care for pranks or have an attitude of someone he thinks 'can't take a joke'. 3 of his victims (Branch, Laguna, Dante) are serious types as well as introverts and one step further they all three honestly seem to be autistic coded to me.

This is in part one of my biggest gripes with TTBGO/Trollstopia Cloud Guy. A lot of his bullying sort of perfectly aligns with the kind of bullying that neurodivergent people face, particularly in schools. I've talked about my own experiences but it's very frustrating when someone's saying something to you and people are laughing and you don't even fully get why it's so funny, you just know they're picking on you.

Cloud Guy especially seems to pick on them in ways where they can't even fully understand or verbalize the issue. Like the one hug event. Branch isolated himself for 20 years and the Snack Pack is constantly jumping to the assumption that Branch has 0 idea what any holidays are but Poppy explains the 'clouds don't count' as if it's obvious. This bit is also another thing that clues me in to Branch being autistic: Literal and Black and White thinking. He takes things at face value and often times extracts the wrong message from a sentence. The word 'Troll' is used interchangeably with 'Person', so 'One troll' could be reasonably interpreted to him as 'One person' unless followed by 'other species not included'. She didn't specify that Clouds, Bergens, etc etc were exceptions so Branch would not have assumed that.

While Techno Branch is way more fun loving, he shares a lot of traits with Laguna, another victim of Cloud Guys. I could see Cloud Guy messing with the both of them.

Side note: Do you think Synth could launch him into the sky? He has water powers, clouds are water...

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"Stop touching me!" - "I'm not touching you!"

@summer-of-bad-batch week 13 main prompt

Fandom: The Bad Batch/The Clone Wars Characters: Echo, Fives Set after season 3 when everyone is living happily on Pabu and Fives is alive and reunited with Echo, obviously Word Count: ~1100 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: After a lifetime fearing the roiling ocean dark of Kamino, Fives has his first encounter with the shallow, tropical sea of Pabu

I have put precisely zero thought into the questions 'How did Fives live?', 'How did Fives meet the Batch?' or 'How did Fives and Echo reunite?' These are unimportant considerations. What is important is that Fives and Echo are together again, happy on Pabu :)

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“It’s perfectly safe, Fives,” said Echo, a hum of amusement softening his usually gruff tone. “It’s just water.”

Fives looked at him askance, and then turned his sceptical gaze back to the gently lapping waves before them.

“We grew up on the same Kamino, right? What, Techno Union drill the ocean-safety lectures right out of your head?”

Echo only grinned good-naturedly, giving his brother a shove.

“If you’re afraid of this little… puddle,” he said, gesturing to the expanse of glittering sea stretching to the horizon, “you can stay on the beach. I’m sure no-one will be surprised that an Arc Trooper is too scared to go paddling with the little kids.”

Grumbling, Fives’ hand found Echo’s and clamped around it.

“Fine,” he muttered, taking a deep breath and then a deliberate step forwards. “But you’re coming with me!”

“I’m not the one who’s scared of the water, tubie,” Echo laughed, but squeezed Fives’ hand reassuringly all the same.

They ventured down to the water’s edge, Fives squealing and shuffling backwards as an unexpected wave rushed up and doused his toes. In moments Echo was pulling him further in, until he was up to his ankles, up to his shins, up to his knees, in warm, undulating water.

“There,” said Echo teasingly, “that’s not so bad, is it?”

Fives made a wordless, disparaging noise, swinging their hands gently between them.

“S’pose not,” he offered eventually, wriggling his toes to dig them into the damp sand that formed the seabed underfoot. “Didn’t expect it to be warm.”

“Want to go in a bit deeper?”

“Yeah… sure.”

They sloshed slowly through the waves, Echo giving a shudder when they reached a depth where the water finally lapped against his skin, above the join of his prostheses. Fives noticed and nudged their shoulders together, a single raised eyebrow asking the question for him, but Echo smiled his reassurance and carried on.

“I’m waterproof, you know. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Always going to worry about you, Echo,” breathed Fives, eyes on the studded metal implants either side of his brother’s pale, knobbly spine.

Sensing the turn in his mood, Echo freed his hand and dashed a sweeping arm across the surface of the water, sending a cascade of droplets arcing in the sun. They spattered Fives’ chest, drawing an indignant squark from him.

By the time they were waist height in the water, Echo tipped to his front, swimming forwards a few feet and waving back over his shoulder with his scomp arm to encourage Fives to join him.

Fives shook his head firmly. “Nuh-uh. I am not going out of my depth.”

“It’s still shallow,” called Echo, tipping back to his feet. The water lapped against the metal plate that replaced his sternum. “The sea-bed here goes out on a very gentle slope.”

Under his feet, Fives felt the seabed change from sand to rock as he ventured further from the shore. He glanced back nervously at the island, moaning softly at how distant it seemed to be, before coming to stand beside Echo.

“Happy?” he said with a mock glare, letting his arms float atop the water whilst he bobbed on his toes.

“Happy,” confirmed Echo with a smile.

For a while they simply stood, waves bobbing against their chests, watching the whirl of seabirds and the track of wispy clouds across the horizon.

All of a sudden Fives flinched, convulsing and flailing at the water.

“Ugh! Echo, stop touching me! Your duraplast feet are cold and slimy!”

“Huh?” Echo looked nonplussed, brows knitting in a frown. “I’m not touching you.”

“Yes you are,” moaned Fives, standing on one leg to rub at his calf. “Running your foot down my leg, it feels weird. Leave me alone.”

Echo shook his head, and at his genuine puzzlement a look of horror dawned on Fives.

“What is touching me in the water?”

“I don’t know,” said Echo unhelpfully. Then, with a grin, “Duraplast legs, remember? Can’t feel anything.”

The brothers locked eyes, Fives’s dark brown searching Echo’s mischievously glinting amber for any hint of reassurance. Then he convulsed again, letting out an almighty shriek.

“It touched me again! Echo!”

In moments he had clawed his way into his brother’s arms, legs wrapped tightly round Echo’s waist and arms all but smothering his face. Echo staggered under his weight, even with the water to support them, trying to steady Fives with his left arm whilst he rubbed the side of his scomp along his side soothingly.

“Hey, Fives!” he said, unable to keep the laughter from his voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Kriff, let up before you choke me…”

“Take me back to shore, Echo!” howled Fives, and Echo could never tell how much was genuine and how much was drama in Fives’ penchant for overreacting. “I don’t like it out here!”

Echo peeled Fives’ limbs from his torso, shoving him away. Fives yelped as he ducked briefly under the waves, then bobbed back to the surface, treading water.

Taking a breath, Echo ducked under too, blinking back the salt-sting against his open eyes. When he surfaced again he was grinning, holding up a handful of long, leathery kelp.

“It’s just seaweed, Fives,” he crowed, gently mocking. “It can’t hurt you!”

“It felt gross,” lamented Fives, still frantically pedalling to keep himself afloat. “Let’s go back, Echo. I don’t want to be in the water any more!”

With a wicked grin, Echo slung the seaweed at Fives, laughing at the wet slap it made as it hit his skin. Fives groaned, flailing as he brushed it off, before he swam back towards Echo.

“Carry me back to shore,” he demanded, grabbing round his neck with both arms once more.

Echo linked his arms under Fives, scomp across his back, left arm hooked under his knees.

“You’re such a tubie,” he grinned affectionately, squeezing him tightly as he began to wade back to shallower water. “I can’t believe you’re scared of the seaweed.”

“You can’t feel it,” Fives moaned, lolling his head back dramatically. “It was horrible.”

“I’m gonna put it in your bed.”

“Do that, and I’ll disown you.”

“You’d never do that.”

Fives huffed an unimpressed noise. “Don’t be so sure.”

Echo held him close as the water dropped away from their bodies, sloshing round his thighs as Fives shivered in the air.

“We’ll see,” he murmured, lowering Fives to his feet when they were no more than knee deep once more.

Then, with a shove that sent Fives staggering into the waves, “Race you to the shore!”

[ninjaturtlemaniac]

Could you tell us more about broppy wedding? Who was the best man? Who was the maid of honor?

BROPPY WEDDING 💍

Quick Facts Go!!!!!!!

Officiant - Cloud Guy ☁️ 😏 I just have this vision of Cloud Guy giving a thousand reasons as to why he should be the officiant. BUT ultimately he says "Branch, look at me. I will 100% be on my best behaviour. Becaaaauuuuuseee it will give me the most joyest of joy knowing that when I do an absolutely stand up job as I always do, YOU Dumpy Diapers WILL HAVE TO THANK ME"

Poppy's Bridesmaids - Viva, Bridget, Barb, Smidge, Satin and Chenille.

Branch's Groomsmen - Floyd, JD, Clay, Bruce, Tiny Diamond.

Maid of Honor - Viva. Bridget and Viva talked about it and came to the decision that Viva should be Maid of Honor because a lot of the planning will happen in Troll Village and it just makes sense cause Viva lives there. Also Bridget wants Viva to have this experience with Poppy because of all the ones she already missed out on.

Best Man - leading up to the proposal, Branch found himself stressing out a lot. He found the most comfort and encouragement from Floyd. So when Branch had to choose a Best Man, Floyd was an easy decision.

Brozone sang Poppy's entrance song: 'Helpless When She Smiles:

Each Groomsmen wears a boutonniere of a flower from one of the other Tribes whilst each Bridesmaid has a bouquet of said flowers.

Floyd and Viva = Funk Flower/ Barb and JD = Rock Flower/ Clay and SatinChenille = Techno Flower/ Smidge and Bruce = Country Flower/ Bridget and Tiny = Classical Flower.

Labreezy is the flower girl. Bruce is a teary mess seeing his baby girl come down the aisle. 😭

Sable attends as JD's date. Clay and Bruce ask her is she's gonna go for the bouquet. They all look over at Smidge who is cracking her knuckles, ready for that bouquet toss. Sable says she'd prefer not to lose another limb. 💐

Each Tribe performs at the reception as a gift to the newlyweds.

Kismet also performs with Branch. They perform PYT by Michael Jackson because Branch is the newly crowned King of Pop 😏

Father Daughter dance. Of course Poppy dances with Peppy. Mother Son dance? Branch dances with his new sister Viva. 🩷 Awww

Fluffleberry Cake! (One layer tho 😉)

Bruce offers Vacay Island for the ceremony and reception as it will accommodate all the different sizes creatures attending.

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Wash Away the Pain #1 - Echo

Returning to Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions after Anaxes, Echo receives the news he never wanted to hear.

Pairing: Echo x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: whump, reference to Fives death, Echo has self-esteem issues, mourning and grief, hurt and comfort, you and the boys rally around Echo, bittersweet ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their sad/angsty shower time, but they can be read as standalones.

Check out the whole series: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

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The sound of falling water drowned out everything else in the fresher, the water temperature so hot it should’ve been uncomfortable, but after years in cryofreeze, Echo welcomed the heat. 

He was gone. 

He was really gone.

“I’m sorry, Echo. I really am. He should’ve been stunned. I still don’t know why it went down like that.”

Rex’s voice as he’d broken the news still rang in his head. Echo had received a message from him only an hour ago, after you’d all landed on Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions following Anaxes. He’d thought they would just shoot the breeze like old times. He hadn’t expected this.

Echo’s eyes drop, fixating on the metal legs the Techno Union had attached to his body. The scomp on his right arm, the ports littering his body. Self-loathing coils through him.

Why did he get to live? Why was he turned into a machine while Fives died, lost in panic, in a dirty Coruscant street? The only saving grace was that Rex had been there to hold him. 

So lost in his thoughts, Echo misses the sound of the fresher door opening, of you slipping inside and shutting it behind you. 

Echo might’ve only been with you and the boys for a few weeks, but you’d quickly grown fond of him. So much so that when he’d returned to the barracks 10 minutes ago, crest-fallen, clutching a bucket painted in the colours of the 501st, and then promptly headed for the fresher without so much as a word, you’d known something was wrong. Your datapad had pinged a few moments later, a message from Rex filling you in, asking you to keep an eye on Echo – as if you wouldn’t have done that. 

Physically, he was fine, albeit still getting used to his new body. As the squads nat-born medic, called in because of the inability of your boys to get along with regs, it was your job to look after their wellbeing. And now it seemed Echo needed some care.

You step into the shower behind him, not caring that you’re still clothed, and slowly press a hand to his back. Echo jolts at the touch, caught off-guard, turning in place to meet your gaze. With space tight on the Marauder and sharing barracks, seeing the boys in various states of undress had become commonplace. Heck, half the time, they had to be stripped out of their ruined blacks when injured. The nudity no longer bothered any of you. Echo had adapted to it quickly, too.

“Echo…” His name falls from your lips quietly, hand rising to cup his face. His head tilts away from your gaze, taking your hand with him. Thumb smoothing across his gaunt cheek, you watch as a myriad of emotions flit across his face.  

Echo’s eyes were now clouded with grief and guilt. The water from the shower mixes with the tears streaming down his face, creating a bittersweet cascade that mirrored the turmoil within him.

“I should’ve been there,” Echo mutters, his voice strained and filled with regret. “I should’ve protected him. He’s gone because of me.”

Your heart aches for him, and you rest your free hand on his waist, pulling him closer. The prosthetic attachments on his body feel cold against your skin – even with the shower’s heat – a stark reminder of his sacrifices for the Republic. “Echo, you couldn’t have known. You’ve been through so much. Don’t blame yourself.”

He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and sorrow in his eyes. “I can’t shake the feeling that I failed him. And now I’m just a machine, a reminder of everything we lost.”

You gently trace the contours of the implants on his arm, your fingers dancing over the hard surface. “You’re not just a machine, Echo. You’re a survivor. You’re still here.”

He finally meets your gaze, and for a moment, he searches your eyes. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but you let him take his time. “I don’t know how to be here without him.” He finally admits.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Grieve, remember, but don’t forget that there are people here who care about you, who want to help you through this.” You tell him softly, the water continuing to pour down around you both.

Echo’s shoulders slump, and he leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence starkly contrasting with the cold metal that now makes up a significant part of him. The weight of loss and survivor’s guilt hangs heavy in the air, but your steady support gives him a small anchor in the storm of his emotions.

“I don’t want to be alone again.” He admits, voice barely above a whisper.

“You never will be.” You assure him, fingers continuing their gentle exploration of the cybernetic enhancements that have become a part of him, wanting to show him that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with his new body. “We’re all here for you, Echo. The boys, Rex, and I.”

He nods, a silent acknowledgement of your words. The water washes away not just the physical grime but also some of the emotional turmoil that has gripped him since Rex delivered the devastating news.

As the two of you stand in the warmth of the shower, Echo may feel like a machine, a remnant of a past he can’t forget, but your touch, your empathy, reminds him that he’s still human beneath the prosthetics. 

Eyes flitting towards the counter just outside the shower cubicle, Echo lets out a small sigh as he looks over his brother’s helmet. Memories of them painting their armour together surface, of the multiple attempts it had taken to get the lines crisp, of Fives dipping his hand in blue paint to reapply the print on Echo’s chestplate.

Following his gaze, a sad smile passes over your lips. “Remembering him doesn’t mean you must carry the weight alone.” You say, voice a gentle murmur. “We’re all here to share the burden. Fives will always be a part of you, and you’ll carry his memory forward.”

Echo's gaze lingers on the helmet. The loss of a brother is a wound that cuts deep, but perhaps, with time and support, the injury could heal into a scar - a testament to the strength it took to endure.

As the water cools, you guide Echo out of the shower. The small space feels intimate and comforting, a refuge from the harsh realities of the galaxy. You hand him a towel, and he begins to dry himself off on autopilot, his mind still processing the emotional whirlwind.

Over the following days, the barracks become a place of healing. The boys rally around Echo, offering support and understanding. When Echo’s new armour is finished – having undergone some modifications courtesy of Tech – they paint it in their colours while you distract Echo in the medbay. You’d also procured some blue paint from Rex, and they make sure to add a small Aurebesh ‘5’ and a fine-line domino to the back of the chestplate.

The tears that had clouded Echo’s gaze as he’d been presented with his new kit and had turned it over to find the hidden tribute were a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. The pain of loss still lingered, but each stroke of the brush, each carefully applied detail, was a silent affirmation that he was not alone.

In the quiet moments, you still find Echo gazing at Five’s helmet, stored securely on the Marauder. But now, there’s a small smile playing on his lips. The pain may never fully fade, but Echo carries the memories of Fives with gratitude for the time they shared, and the squad learns that even in loss, there’s strength in unity.

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[sleepymccoy]

Okay, I'm considering getting a cat and would rename it, and it's past midnight so I'm thinking about good names

I like stupid long names with better nicknames built in. Tonights bullshit train is thinking of using star trek techno babble (from tos only, which severely limits us) as the name. So here's a poll

These were found by googling and reading other forums discussing tos technobabble. I have no proof there's are legit

[mathanlin]

// being knocked out, panic attacks

Ghosthunting AU where fear makes ghosts stronger — and Tommy’s far too prone to panic.

Usually, it’s fine. He has SBI, all brave & incredibly competent. It’s hard to be afraid with their comforting presences. 

And then they leave him behind in a ghost-infested house.

It’s an accident. Or rather, Tommy’s praying it is. 

It’s chaos — smashing glass, hallucinations clouding Tommy’s vision despite his frantic salt circle. SBI had barely escaped the spectral frenzy.

And Tommy, the latest hire (not quite part of their *family*) was left behind.

“Phil,” he screams, back slamming against the wall, panic clawing up his throat.

Only the ghosts scream back. The salt circle starts to crumble, and Tommy sobs in fear, desperately trying to reinforce it.

But it won’t last for long.

And his terror’s just making it worse.

“Wil? Techno?” 

Nothing but the sound of shattering glass, shards slicing into Tommy’s skin. He screams again, almost whiting out from fear.

And a quiet part of him mutters, *Coward. This is why they left you behind.*

But they *didn’t.*

Because Techno returns to save him.

It’s like seeing a fucking angel.

But Techno’s still fighting for dear life, throwing salt-and-iron bombs & frantically fending off specters with a silver sword. 

And… screaming at Tommy.

“*Calm down.*”

Tommy sobs, arms over his head. 

Deep breaths? That’s what Phil had recommended. But Tommy can’t breathe. So… repeating mantras, like Wil? But he can’t even think, let alone speak—

Techno’s hands land on his shoulders.

“Tommy, you need to calm down *now.*”

*I’m trying,* Tommy tries to say. “I— I can’t—”

“*Now,*” Techno shouts, letting him go to slice his sword through a terrifying apparition. “Tommy, you’re making them stronger, *control yourself.*”

But he can’t. 

And they both know it.

Techno whips out his pistol, sending a silver bullet through the nearest ghost. 

It barely even stuns them, wild with power from Tommy’s terror. His fault. And now Techno will die because of it.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy sobs, as Techno turns back to him. “I’m trying, I—”

He cuts off.

There’s… realization in Techno’s expression.

Like he knows what he has to do. Like he can *save* them, like they’re going to live, they’re going to be okay—

The pistol slams across Tommy’s forehead, knocking him out cold.

(It’s a desperate measure.

And it works.

Techno tumbles out of the infested house with an unconscious Tommy in his arms, the ghosts withering without their source of fear.

But the action has consequences.

Only SBI’s comfort had held Tommy together. The promise they’d keep him safe.

And now he’s *constantly* terrified around them. Apologizing, wincing when they move towards him, only panicking further when they try to calm him, begging not to be hurt.

He’s useless.)

.

.

.

“You can’t be anywhere near us.”

It's Wilbur, scowling as he clambers into the van. Tommy flinches, research papers & newly filled salt bombs surrounding him. Attempts to be useful.

Apparently, not useful enough.

"You have to leave."

"What?"

Wilbur grabs a rifle from the wall, head jerking towards the haunted area. "They're getting powerful out there. They can feel your fear all the way from here."

That's all Wilbur has to say. *They're hard to fight. We could get hurt.*

And when he leaves, Tommy follows.

He knows himself.

He knows he can't stop being terrified. Not when SBI's in danger. When they look at him with barely veiled irritation. When he's still aching & dizzy from Techno's hit.

And he knows he's SBI's last priority. Their liability.

So he runs away.

(But none of them anticipated the consequences.

When SBI return to the van & find it empty, it's not anger they feel. Or relief, at losing their burden.

It's terror. For Tommy, homeless, jobless, and injured, running away half-dead from a concussion.

And it ruins them.

They can't hunt ghosts like this, wracked with worry.

But they can track down Tommy, dedicating every resource to bringing him back. Back *home.*

And praying that when they find the kid, he's not one of the ghosts they're used to hunting.)

[lotuslolitasblog]

ROTI phone hcs, go!!!

Anne Maria:

The phone case is pink.

VERY PINK.

Pink & purple leopard print. I am right. You can’t fricking deny it

She has a phone string with purple and golden charms on it

It’s a pretty new model.

There’s a crack on the upper right corner.

She has trouble typing up the code with her nails, so she has Touch ID.

Her lockscreen is probably some bad pic of her and her gal pals or a great one of her and Vito

Her home screen is some dreamy purple background. Probably some clouds with tiny sparkles all around

Her ringtone… this one was hard. I don’t know any techno! I decided to go with like the one song I know, Evacuate The Dancefloor by Cascada.

She has a special ring tone for Vito, Everytime We Touch (also by Cascada)

She talks about the most unhinged gossip on the phone in public

Every contact is saved with a pretty emoji next to them (Jo insisted that if she HAD to have her name saved with a heart, it had to be the black one)

B:

…

…

Nah, kidding.

He has a clear phone case. Simple, but efficient.

His phone is pretty old, and he knows it inside out.

His phone has been through some shit, but the screen is somehow intact.

His Lock Screen is probably some pretty science-ish thing, like a butterfly nebula.

His Home Screen is just one of the default ones.

His ringtone (I don’t know why anyone would call him, but anyway) is some instrumental… I can’t come up with what he’d listen to tbh.

Absolute meme lord. Has a meme or a GIF for every occasion.

He has one alarm at 6:30 every day and never misses it (TEACH ME YOUR WAYS B)

Brick:

Black leather phone case. Dare to tell me I’m wrong. I am not.

His phone is absolute blasted. You cannot tell me there aren’t at least ten cracks. That man is a KLUTZ

These bullet points really show you who my favourite character is up until now

His lock screen and home screen are the same green army pattern background.

He changes the Home Screen to a picture he stealthily took of Jo

Old model.

iPhone? What is that???

His ringtone is absolutely awful. No song in mind, but Brick just sounds like someone with absolutely no taste in music.

Reveille is his alarm sound which goes off at 0600 hours every day. He’s also an adept at waking up with one alarm. Bro is always ready to seize the day

Talks ridiculously loud over the phone

Has absolutely no social media. He is nowhere

Cameron:

Bought a phone with the prize money

It’s one of his most prized possessions

His mom bought him one of those mom phone cases with the wrap in front (I don’t know how to word that correctly)

It’s black

His lock screen is a picture of a butterfly. Not just any butterfly! A Danaus plexippus (AKA a monarch butterfly - the orange and black ones with those little white dots)

His home screen is a picture of him with Mike and Zoey

His phone is a pretty new model. His mom was afraid it would overheat too much if he had an older one

His ringtone is You’ve Got A Friend In Me

He doesn’t need an alarm because his mom wakes him up every day

Dakota:

Pink,pink,pink!

Bubblegum pink!

She has a personalised pop socket! It has D written in gold and the rest is - you guessed it - pink

Her lock screen is a picture of her and Sam (cutie piessss)

Home Screen is her favourite picture of her

It’s the newest model (obvi)

Touch ID & Facial recognition for easy use

Has paparazzis on speed dial

Her ringtone is Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen

If you have some time, check out the music video. The last few seconds are PRICELESS

She has every social media app you can think of

She’s verified too!!

Uses emojis religiously. Always uses !! or ?? instead of a single sign

Dawn:

Got a phone solely to be able to give tarot readings over call

She gives the money she makes from it to associations

She has a clear phone case, but she put an upright Fool card in it

It symbolises innocence and free spiritedness

I looked it up on Wikipedia. Thanks Wikipedia (Henry Cahill would be disappointed)

It’s a decently old model, but she doesn’t plan on changing it anytime soon

Somehow always charged

Her homescreen and lockscreen are different pictures of her friends (both human and animal)

Has a ringtone, but she can somehow always sense when someone will be calling a few seconds before it starts ringing

It’s probably some New Age music (Gwen: 😖)

Always answers 3 to 5 business days after you send a message. It’s better to call her directly

Jo:

A simple black phone case

Her Lock Screen is just a black background with white text that says: “Why are you even touching my phone?”

Her home screen is literally the worst picture of Brick ever.

She always manages to catch him at the worst moments

He used to hate it, but he finds it endearing now

Again, you can really see who are my favourites rn

Her workout playlist goes hard!

Her ringtone is It’s My Life by Bon Jovi

She doesn’t have an alarm

Alarms are for chumps

You’ll die before you ever see her use an emoji.

There’s a few cracks around the lower corners

It’s a miracle there aren’t more considering how much it falls while she runs

Her voice mail says: “It’s Jo. Just don’t call me.”

Lightning:

Newest model. There is no way he isn’t one of those people who change phones every time a newer one comes out

Has a personalised phone case.

It’s a blue one, with yellow lines, his jersey number and his name

Both the Home Screen and Lock Screen are pictures of him

As it should, king!!

His workout playlist is also great

He listens to Brick’s music recs too much though, so it’s not as good as Jo’s

Only sends voice messages

Sends every sports video he ever sees to Jo and Brick

Jo nearly blocked him because of it

Has an awesome group chat with the rest of his football team

Again, my favourites really show

His ringtone is Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5

Thought Jagger was a football player for the longest time

Mike & Co.

Mi: Black phone case so the system won’t go crazy

Mi: His Lock Screen & Home Screen is a picture of him and Zoey

The System: Writes out entire convos in the notes app

V: Everytime he’s in control, he changes the Home Screen to a picture of him and Anne Maria

V: He also calls her every single time

Cutie pie

V: voice messages are his thing

V: definitely dropped it a dozen times. It’s cracked all over.

S: Follows every gymnast you can think of on social media

S: She’s the reason Mike has a Russian keyboard too

S: Her and Simone Biles are literally besties

S: Forced him to install Duolingo to learn Russian

Mi: He makes her learn Italian

MS: Tries to install dating apps every time he’s on the phone

MS: Searches for “Single Women In The Area” way too many times for it not to be concerning

Reminder: He’s married.

MS: Mike changed the password and no one can tell him what the new one is

C: “Alarms? Back in my day, we woke up with the sun!” *disables it*

C: Also doesn’t know the new password

Ma: Are you kidding? Obviously doesn’t know the password.

Ma: Guessed it once, and changed Mike’s ringtone to fart sounds

Mi: The original ringtone was Under Pressure by David Bowie & Queen

V: Likes to change it to Ice Ice Baby because Mike won’t notice it instantly

Ice Ice Baby <3 Thank you Laurie Elliott

Sam:

A Mario phone case. No other option.

His Lock Screen is the same as Dakota’s

CUTIE PIESSSSS OMG I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH ASIDHDHS

*cough*

Anyways, his Home Screen is probably some game related Easter Egg.

Not an actual easter egg jic someone gets the wrong idea

His ringtone is Jump Up Superstar by The Living Tombstone

My personal fav version is the one by VGR

It’s a pretty new model

Dakota offered to buy him a newer one but he said it wasn’t necessary

It always has a low battery percentage so he carries a charger everywhere

Definitely a moderator on a few gaming rated subreddits or Discord servers

A lot more low-key than his gf on social media

They have matching profile pictures

Scott:

His phone is a hand me down

It’s so old it’s nearly a family heirloom

Dude doesn’t have a phone case

It SHOWS. His phone is beat up.

His lockscreen is a photoshopped pic of his sister’s head on the body of a donkey.

They’re each others biggest hater

His homescreen is just a big pile of dirt.

It always reminds him of home.

I’m having so much fun with this one you have no idea

Scott and Jo have the most insane Twitter beef I swear

There’s a Tumblr account dedicated to it.

Scott also has several fan accounts (all ran by me lmao)

His playlist is absolutely insane.

The only Kanye songs I listened to are Monster & American Boy - because he’s awful - and they’re both 10/10 songs I fear

Scott actually has an amazing taste in music

Dude probably loves Whistle

I hate to admit it but it’s a good song

His ringtone is Right Round by Flo Rida & Ke$ha

Staci:

Phone case is light blue.

Both backgrounds are family photos

The family group chat is crazy

She makes it her job to alter Wikipedia articles every weekend

Her calendar is full of family functions

Her ringtone is Beautiful atiful Liar by Beyoncé and Shakira

Unfortunately her music taste is great too

Her voice messages are infinitely long. So are her voice mails

Multiple people from Total Drama (Jo and Scott) have her blocked

Zoey:

Her phone case is clear. She slipped a Polaroid photo of the Revenge cast inside

She made her phone string herself. It’s full of cute charms like little mushrooms, flowers, ladybugs, leaves…

Her Lock Screen is a cute (and slightly goofy ) picture of her, Cam and Mike

Her Home Screen was a group selfie taken on a girl’s night she had with the Revenge girls. Jo has her middle finger out - it was painted black at Dakota’s insistence-, Dakota and Anne Maria are posing while Dawn and Staci have each other in a half-hug and Zoey is taking the picture and doing a peace sign

I should draw that sometimes…

Anyway, Zoey is definitely an avail emoji user too. Also kaomojis (/*•*)/

Her ring tone is Take Me Away by Christina Vidal

Freaky Friday anyone??

She posts the cutest pics on social media

Tries to defuse the Jo/Scott beef

Fails, miserably

[zorishy]

DSMP AU lore post

🟢DSMP

Doomsday this one is a bit of a long post

TW: ‼️Major character/animal death‼️

Tommy had managed to slip away from the campsite while Dream was out doing something. He ran and he ran as far away as he could, up into the nearby mountains. The cold bit at his extremities through his lackluster clothing. He thought for sure he was going to die out here (not that that would be worse than his current situation in exile) until he came across a cabin in the woods near the peak of the mountain. 

He found his way in through an open window, proceeding to ransack the kitchen for any food. Tommy had made his way through several pieces of golden apple pie and half a steak when he heard footsteps coming. He quickly looked for a place to hide, opting for a small space underneath the sink. To Tommy’s surprise, the man who walked into the room was none other than Technoblade and following close behind the piglin was Dream.

”Technoblade, L’Manberg is a problem and you know it! They tried to kill you, they exiled poor Tommy. He’s starving alone in the woods because of them.” Dream said, clearly trying to manipulate Techno.

Tommy practically growled from how angry that made him. How could that monster pretend to care about him.

”I know, I want it gone too Dream, but think of the people livin’ there. This isn’t like most empires Dream, they’re my family.”

“And they’ve turned against you, if we don’t act now they might even turn Phil against you! We need to burn that place to the ground before we lose our chance.”

Technoblade paused at that. Of course Dream had to drag Philza into this. He knew that out of everyone he could use to manipulate Techno, it was his best friend.

“Fine,” Techno began, “Go find Phil, we’ll attack at dawn.” Technoblade walked out the back door, heading off into the woods. Dream left not long after.

Tommy sat there for a moment, dozens of questions swirling in his head. Why is Dream here? Why is Techno working with him? What does Phil have to do with this. They’re going to attack L’Manberg- they’re going to attack L’Manberg. The realization hit Tommy like a truck. The blonde scrambled out from under the sink and made his way outside, stealing one of Technoblade’s horses before galloping off in the direction of L’Manberg. Coming back now would mean a sentence in Pandora’s Vault but that didn’t matter right now. He had to warn them, he had to.

It was a normal morning in L’Manberg, the sun was just below the horizon, staining the dark sky with a faint orange to the east. President Tubbo stared out over the city from his bedroom window, watching as dark clouds loomed in the distance. It was going to storm later today. Ranboo slept soundly on the bed behind the president, a pillow carefully nestled in his arms so he wouldn’t realize their lover had gotten up. Tubbo had just turned away from the glass when he suddenly heard shouting in the distance. He turned back just in time to see a cremello horse rear up on its hind legs in the center of down, a familiar figure sitting atop its back.

Town square was crowded and full of people murmuring to one another when the president arrived. Quackity pushed people aside to clear a path for Tubbo so he could see what all the commotion is about. In the very center of town, struggling against the grips of two police officers, was Tommyinnit. Just off to the side, Ghostbur was trying to calm the stolen horse that had been spooked by the police. 

“TOM SIMONS INNIT!” Tubbo shouted over the commotion, anger clear in his tone. 

Everything stopped. Tommy looked up at his childhood friend like a deer in headlights. “Oh Tubbo! This is perfect! I need to talk to you, Dream, Techno, and Phil ar-“

“You have a lot of nerve coming back here Tommy. After what you did I ought to-“

“Well technically I didn’t do shit, Dream frame- actually that’s not important right now! Tubbo listen to me, we need to evacuate the city, Dream and Techno are about to-“

Tommy stopped mid sentence as the sound of an approaching aircraft filled the air. The crowd gathered in the center of town all turned to the north just in time to see a wall of withers and other monsters approaching from the ground and a single fighter jet approaching from the air. Then the first bomb was dropped.

The commotion lasted no more than an hour. Houses burned; women and children cried out in terror and the men cried with them; grass was reduced to dirt, dirt reduced to stone, stone reduced to bedrock. When it was all over, half the capital was on fire and the other half was blown to kingdom come. 

Tommy frantically searched through the wreckage, calling out for Tubbo, for Quackity, for anyone. After minutes of wandering through smoldering rubble Tommy finally saw someone, breaking into a sprint to reach them.

“Ghostbur! Oh my god you’re ok I- … Ghostbur?”

It was quiet once more in L’Manberg, the only sounds being that of crackling fire and faint sobs. Ghostbur stood in the remains of Philza’s home, looking down at the worst sight he could possibly imagine. Friend, wool patchy and stained black with char, lying motionlessly on his side. He was dead. The ghost dropped to his knees and began to sob.