#vector is probably the only one...? you could ship with him?

[jorrated]

i think porker and vector should have a situationship

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Ruins of a Republic Chp.10 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 9.

Clone Force 99

Warnings: Depression, grief, trauma, death, ptsd, mentions of dead clones, hallucinations, Pong Krell mentioned, there's some fluff if you squint, Reader on reader violence, reader is medic/doctor, reader insert, Reader x Rex, Reader meets the reader from Viral Vector

Ord Mantell

A planet in the Mid Rim System. Home to the Black Sun crime syndicate. Formerly the headquarters for the Republic's 8th Sector Army. 

Also home to a Jedi informant named ‘Cid.’

Other than that, you didn’t know anything else about the planet. 

Luckily, Rex’s ship got you there without issue, and the both of you managed to find Cid’s bar. Your heads were down, keeping a low profile until you could properly meet Clone Force 99. 

You watched them split off, Echo, Hunter and Tech followed an older trandoshan while carrying some type of crate into a backroom. Wrecker, with a child, rushed from the bar to the outside behind them was a nat-born in a Kaminoan uniform that screamed scientist.

Fives’ hackles were raised, “I̸ ̴w̴o̶n̵d̷e̶r̴ ̶i̷f̵ ̸t̶h̶e̷y̵ ̸k̵n̴e̶w̴ ̸a̶b̷o̵u̸t̴ ̵t̸h̸o̷s̵e̸ ̶f̷u̵c̸k̴i̶n̴g̶ ̴c̵h̷i̶p̵s̵.̷”

You raised your cup to your lips, eyes on the door, ‘If they did, I will kill them.’ 

Rex cast a glance at you, “Cyare.” He whispered, “Are they bothering you?”

Silently, you nodded. On the way here you had confided in Rex about the hallucinations. You told him how you were haunted by the dead in your waking hours, and how they spoke to you. 

Admittedly, you hadn’t yet told him that it was his form that you chased to your near death. You’d keep that to yourself, knowing he’d probably feel guilty for something entirely outside his control.

Rex placed his hand over yours and gave a small squeeze. He was subtle, but no matter what either of you did, it seemed you were destined to be haggled. 

A Weequay and Ithorian approached. They looked both agitated and drunk. 

“Hey!” The Ithorian snapped, leaning forward, “You're in our seats! Move it!” His words were garbled and slurred, clearly inebriated.

Neither of you made a move. 

“Oh, they’re ignoring you!” The Weequay egged his friend on, elbowing his side. 

“You hearin’ me!?” The taller being continued with his ire, now fueled by his compatriot, “I said move it!” He raised one finger and pointed, practically shoving it in Rex’s face. 

Again, your kar’ta didn’t bother to move. That was, until the Ithorian shoved his longer finger into your face.

“Are you deaf-?”

In a flash, Rex stood, backhanding the alien. Once the irate alien had stumbled back, he raised his blaster, firing it. The bolt grazed just next to the Weequay’s eye, forcing a cry from the other drunk. 

You got to your feet, raising your own blaster and firing it. The bolt was a warning, barely missing the Ithorian’s large left shoulder. 

‘That sobered them up.’ You thought, lowering your weapon as the drunk duo rushed from the bar. They weren’t the only ones, as the blaster fire cleared out the building of any other patrons. Though, the scuffled got the attention of Clone Force 99, as they ran into the room with their own weapons raised.

“Hey, what's going on in here?!” The elderly Trandoshan stepped into the bar from the backroom. She shoved Hunter aside as she leaned against her walking stick, “Who are you?” She demanded. 

You shared a look with Rex before the both of you lowered your hoods. 

Echo gasped your name, stepping forward, “And…Rex?” 

You could see how your love softened, coming face-to-face with one of his oldest friends. 

“Oh, great. More drifters. Just what I needed.” The Trandoshan spat, “Well, don't get comfy. I'm done taking in strays.” She turned, waddling back into her, what you assumed, was her office, “This ain't a clone clubhouse, ya know. Unbelievable. Thinkin' they own the place.” 

Hunter spoke as soon as she was gone, “Captain.” He addressed Rex specifically, stepping towards the both of you. 

“It’s been a while, boys.”

Echo stepped forward, eyes wide and confused, “Where have you been, Rex?” Before he could finish his question you practically dashed forward, wrapping your old friend into a tight hug. 

The former ARC trooper let out a surprised breath before greeting you warmly, “It’s good to see you too, Doc.” He returned your hug with his own one-armed embrace, “But…what happened to the two of you?”

"̸G̵o̸o̶d̴ ̴t̴o̵ ̸s̴e̵e̵ ̴y̶o̵u̸ ̸a̵g̴a̵i̵n̴,̸ ̷v̸o̴d̸.̶"̵ Fives chuckled somewhere behind you. 

“It’s…a long story.” Rex answered him honestly. 

“Come on, you can tell us.” Hunter motioned for the two of you to sit down at the bar, “It looks like you both have been through the worst of it.”

“Haven’t we all?” You mumbled pulling back from Echo and sitting down. Tech poured you and Rex a drink as the former captain explained everything he had been doing. You occasionally spoke up with news about the Empire and its military now. 

Rex sighed, “And when the war ended, I guess you could say I've been... keeping a low profile.” 

“Very low. Imperial files have you listed as killed in action.” Tech chimed in, datapad in hand. 

“Being dead in the Empires eyes has its advantages,” He responded, raising his cup to his lips, but stopped to tap it against Echos drink. 

“How’d you track us down?” The former ARC trooper asked. 

“Trace and Rafa Martez. They said a squad of rogue clones helped them on Corellia.” He answered honestly before turning in his chair to lean against the bartop, “They told me I could find you here.” He was about to speak before you cut him off. 

“Who's the scientist in the Kaminoan uniform?” your question had an uncharacteristic amount of venom to it. 

“I was going to ask about the kid.” Rex gave you a concerned glance before turning to look at Hunter. 

The squad sergeant answered both questions, “Omega. She's a clone like us. And the doctor you saw is-”

“Well look who it is!” Wrecker’s laughter interrupted everyone. He was in the doorway, a wide and bright smile on his face. Behind him was the scientist and the little girl Omega. 

Before either you or Rex said anything, the larger clones' arms were around the both of you in a tight hug. He lifted you from your seats, laughing happily as he did so. 

All you could do was wheeze a ‘hello’ when Rex grunted out, “Yeah. Good to see you too, Wrecker.”

Echo got up behind you, and approached the scientist. You could see over Wreckers shoulder as the former ARC trooper greeted them with a peck on the forehead. There was a deep fondness in his pale brown eyes. 

Oh!

"̵F̴u̷c̸k̶ ̴y̸e̴s̷ ̵E̸c̷h̸o̸!̶"̵ ̴ Fives cheered, "̸"̶I̵'̵m̸ ̸s̶o̸ ̵p̸r̴o̷u̶d̶!̷ ̶m̸y̷ ̴v̶o̴d̶ ̴i̵s̷ ̴f̸i̷n̴a̷l̴l̶y̷ ̵g̵e̵t̸t̶i̷n̸g̴ ̸l̷a̸i̷d̵!̴"̶

"̵A̸t̶t̶a̴ ̸b̶o̴y̴!̸"̵ Jesse chimed, one arm draped over Fives’ shoulder.

“I thought you didn't like the regs,” A voice asked from beside Wreckers feet. Your eyes drifted down to the small child, possibly around 12 years old. Her blonde hair was kept short, and her clothing indicated the same Kaminoan background as the other scientist you were originally suspicious of. 

So she’s a clone…Since when did Kaminoans make little girl clones?

“This one we like!” The larger clone answered, putting you and Rex down. 

You could hear the breath of relief from your kar’ta, but he knelt, coming to eye level with Omega. 

“Omega,” Hunter properly introduced the two of you, “This is Rex, and with him is the medic who saved Echo’s life during the war.” He spoke your name with a friendliness you didn’t think you had earned from the Bad Batch yet. 

Kix had his arms crossed, looking at you from the otherside of the bar, “"̶O̵n̴l̸y̴ ̷y̸o̵u̷ ̵c̸o̷u̸l̸d̸ ̸h̵a̷v̴e̴ ̷s̵t̵o̷p̵p̵e̸d̸ ̵h̸i̴s̷ ̷n̴e̶u̷r̴o̴-̸c̸r̵a̸s̴h̵.̸"̵ ̵ Your old medic friend sounded proud, "̸I̷t̷ ̴w̵a̸s̵ ̵b̸a̸d̵,̸ ̶t̵h̴e̴ ̷f̸i̴r̶s̸t̵ ̵f̶e̷w̶ ̷d̷a̵y̴s̷ ̷a̶f̴t̷e̵r̷ ̸S̸k̷a̴k̷o̵ ̷M̶i̴n̶o̸r̷.̷"̴

You knelt beside Rex, giving a small smile and nod to the little girl. A quick flick of your eyes up, and you could see the gratitude on the nat-born doctor's face. 

Oh they’re IN LOVE. How cute. 

“I've met many clones in my time, but never one like you.” The former captain beside you greeted her. However, he was met with silence from her as she leaned in with narrowed eyes. 

“You’re a generation one.” She asserted. 

Rex couldn’t help but smile, “Now how'd you know that?”

“From the lines on your face.”

The noise you let out was somewhere between a laugh and snort. 

Your kar’ta chuckled, “Yeah, I guess I've been around.” He looked back at the rest of the squad.

Wrecker was about to speak again but he gripped his head and groaned. He called the name of the nat-born in their squad, “I need one of those med patches.”

“We don’t have any more.” They explained, getting to the strong clones side, “These headaches are getting worse, Wrecker.” 

“And more frequent.” Echo huffed, sitting down at the bar.

You and Rex shared a look before standing, “Is that so?” The former captain tensed, hand hovering over his hip.

Your eyes narrowed, focused on Wrecker's face. Specifically, you were trying to get a good look at his pupils. 

“If you're concerned about the so-called inhibitor chips, don't be,” Tech responded, trying to ease your worries, “Our deviant nature appears to have impeded their functionality. Except in Corsshair.”

For a moment, you swear you saw Wrecker’s pupils dilate. 

Your blood ran cold.

“You haven’t removed your chips.” You gasped, uninjured hand resting over your blaster. Your attention was on their own medic, no longer trusting them. 

Did they play a part in Fives’ murder? Did they have a hand in Tup dying on Kamino?

Krell was over your shoulder, “Y̶o̷u̴ ̷c̴a̷n̶'̴t̵ ̴t̷r̴u̸s̵t̶ ̵t̴h̶e̸m̴!̸ ̸T̸h̸e̶y̸ ̵m̶i̷g̸h̶t̶ ̵b̶e̴ ̴a̷n̷ ̷e̴n̶e̶m̵y̴.̶ ̴A̴ ̸h̵y̶d̸r̸o̶s̴n̶a̷k̷e̶ ̷h̷i̶d̶i̵n̷g̵ ̵i̵n̶ ̵t̶h̷e̵ ̷r̵i̴v̵e̴r̸!̸”

Hunter stood, “Let’s all relax…”

“Those chips make you a threat to everyone around you,” Rex explained,  “To her. Even to them,” He motioned to both Omega and Echo’s lover, “You're all ticking time bombs.”

The squad leader raised his hands in surrender, “Take it easy, Captain…”

Your hand was on the grip of your blaster. You remained silent but ready to do whatever was necessary. 

“What's in your head is more dangerous than you can imagine,” Your cyare continued, “I've seen what happens when the chip activates, and I don't want to bury any more of our brothers. Trust me. It is not something you can control.” He looked down for a moment, a deep pain in his eyes before he looked back up at the other clones, “I couldn't. It's a risk you do not want to take.”

There was a thick, threatening silence from everyone.

That was, until Clone Force 99’s resident scientist broke the quiet, “How do you suggest we get them out? I have no surgical supplies. Not to mention any imaging machines…sterility…” 

They sound like a proper scientist…

You sighed, letting go of your blaster, “Sneaking onto Coruscant may not be the wisest decision…” Your braced hand held your chin in thought, “And any other medical facility will ask questions about a group of rogue clones. Not to mention we have no idea where the Empire has its eyes.” 

“How did you get your chip removed?” Echo asked, having taken a stance that was protective of his lover. You’d think it was cute if it wasn’t for the fact that he could easily kill them if that chip activated. 

Rex eased slightly, no longer as tense, “a Jedi cruiser.” His eyes lit up, “I have an idea. I’ll be in touch.” 

Before either of you could turn to leave, Tech got everyone’s attention, “For the purpose of establishing a baseline, I’d like a scan of your brain, Rex.” 

The scientist behind Echo perked up.

“That would be helpful.” They mumbled, “Maybe it can help establish exactly where the chip is located. Establish a control…” 

"̶F̸e̶i̸g̶n̶i̶n̶g̴ ̶i̶g̸n̷o̸r̸a̵n̵c̷e̸.̵"̴ Krell hissed.

Maker damnit. 

You swallowed, hate filling your blood. How could you trust them? Everything screamed Kaminoan Asset. Your anger blinded you. At this point, you didn’t care about their name. You didn’t care where they came from. 

You hated them.

Rex nodded, “Good idea.” 

The Kaminoan scientist said something. They smiled. 

Were they happy to have help? Or were they happy to have your kar’ta to use for an experiment!?

Krell whispered in your ear, “"̷Y̶o̶u̶ ̸k̶n̷o̷w̴ ̷w̸h̶a̸t̵ ̶t̸o̵ ̵d̴o̶ ̶w̸i̷t̴h̸ ̸a̶ ̸t̵h̶r̵e̵a̴t̴.̸"̶

Without another word, You pulled your blaster, aiming directly at their heart, causing everyone to freeze. Everyone, other than Echo, who responded with his own weapon point at you.

“Did you know about the chips?” Your question was filled with hate and poison, “Did you know and let everyone suffer?” 

“I…”

“Good people are dead! Countless soldiers! Countless innocents!” 

“Mesh’la…” Rex’s hand was on your shoulder, “Mesh’la, calm down.” 

“Fives is dead!” You shouted, “He tried to stop this! Fives and his love-”

“Doc, that's enough! Stand down!” Echo snarled, choosing to defend his own love. There wasn’t any hesitation from him. He’d gun you down if you killed the one behind him.

You killed Krell because he hurt those you loved. You’d kill again if this chakaaryc had a hand in-

Rex put his gloved hand over your shaking blaster. 

“Tell me the truth, Demagolka!” You demanded, gaze burning into them.

Tup was beside they’re startled form. His arms were raised, "̵D̶o̸c̸,̴ ̸I̷ ̶t̸h̴i̶n̶k̴ ̴y̴o̴u̷ ̸s̷h̷o̴u̷l̸d̸ ̵l̸o̶w̴e̸r̶ ̸t̴h̵e̸ ̴b̴l̸a̶s̸t̸e̸r̶.̷"̴ ̶ He tried to ease your rage, "̷L̸e̶t̸ ̷'̴e̵m̵ ̸g̷e̸t̶ ̵a̷ ̷w̷o̶r̶d̶ ̴i̷n̵,̶ ̶y̷o̵u̷ ̸k̸n̷o̴w̷?̷"̵

‘Kamino killed you, Tup.’ Your heart ached, ‘They could have done something to save you.’

"̸G̵i̴v̴e̷ ̸t̶h̵e̴m̸ ̷a̷ ̶c̴h̶a̷n̶c̷e̴.̶.̷.̵"̵

“Please.” Your voice trembled, listening to the trooper that haunted you, “Just…answer me...”

The scientist’s gaze shifted. From fear and shock to a deep sadness and understanding. As if they knew your pain, even a small part of it. “I didn’t know. About any of it.” They told you, putting a hand on Echo’s arm and lowering his blaster, “I promise. I didn’t know. But if I did…I would have done something. I’m not sure what, but I would have done something.”

They were telling the truth. 

You lowered your blaster and looked away. After a moment to steady your breath your gaze met theirs, “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have-”

“I get it. I might’ve done the same in your position.” They responded with a small smirk, “And…as revenge for everyone who's been hurt…I stole imperial files.”

You let out a pleasantly surprised gasp and Rex’s eyes widened, “You have files? We can use those!” 

Hardcase laughed, and Fives hollered, “I̴ ̶l̵i̶k̶e̴ ̶t̴h̶i̵s̵ ̴o̸n̵e̸!̶"̷

‘....I do too.’

[morticthebloghog]

Y'all want some Shadrite smut?

Real talk tho, half of this ship's appeal for me is probably the height difference potential, which you don't see a whole lot of in canon, outside of maybe Vector, Big, Robotnik (ew), Vanilla(?), and some iterations of Sonic the Werehog. Plus there is nothing quite like a near-omnipotent and morally questionable lover who will commit Crimes™ and burn down reality for their partner specifically.

Anyway one of my favorite nsfw positions / arrangements that is also 99% not possible irl can only be accomplished with a height difference like that. Idk if there's a proper name for it, but I've only seen it before in furry art, and Shadow is a prime candidate to be subjected to it because there is nothing better than a switch who gets subbier the more they're turned on, and since I can't draw, here's a ficlet:

That uncanny mouth hadn’t looked like it could do even half the things Shadow was feeling, right now, between his legs. He did his best to relax into the mattress and stay exactly where he was on his back, because he knew from experience that there wasn’t a point in trying to shift or reposition himself in those large, ungloved hands, wrapped like an iron afterthought around his chest and stomach, long fingers digging greedily into his fur. Only his lover’s- Rewrite’s short, electric blue spines and his eyes, nearly closed all the way in self-indulgent pleasure, were visible between the frame of Shadow’s black thighs as he considered whether or not to risk it and rest his legs on Rewrite’s shoulders.

That wide, wet, oversized tongue was proving lethal for his self-control. Shadow’s muscles tensed and his thighs shook embarrassingly, a choked sound catching in his throat, his body betraying him. Nothing was spared or hidden from that kneading, swirling tongue that easily covered the base of his tail to his unsheathed cock, and Shadow silently cursed their difference in size for the hundredth time as Rewrite indulged in the taste of him, either savoring or ignoring Shadow’s unraveling self-control. It was hard to tell sometimes.

Shadow then found out that resting his legs on Rewrite’s shoulders was in fact the best decision of his life, actually, as the eldritch soul-stealing god straightened up onto his knees and took Shadow with him. Rewrite’s grip on Shadow’s body and the hot, wet seal of his mouth between Shadow’s legs were uninterrupted as he lifted the hybrid without the slightest hint of effort, the ominous strength in those long, thin arms causing a delicious heat to bloom in Shadow’s core like it always did. Now that Rewrite was sitting up on his knees, the difference in height between them was such that Shadow found himself dangling from the hands wrapped around his middle, his back pressed to Rewrite’s chest by gravity and his body upside-down and almost vertical in that iron grasp.

Without the bed to ground him or the sheets to dig his claws into like a lifeline, Shadow was held at the mercy of that selfish, demanding mouth as his head spun at the sudden change in position and Rewrite’s tongue found a new target. Shadow couldn't stop the keening whine that escaped through his teeth as that wet, probing muscle settled under his tail and began to push inside. He cursed and clenched his thighs uselessly around Rewrite’s head, who had the audacity to hum in amusement while Shadow’s hands grabbed at blue quills and his feet instinctively searched for purchase in the air, desperate for anything to brace himself against as that uncaring tongue pushed in and casually stretched him to his absolute limit.

Between the unyielding restraint of Rewrite’s grip around him, the inverted position throwing off his sense of gravity, and the merciless depth of the tonguefucking that somehow felt like both a reward and a punishment, Shadow had no other choice but to take what he was given. It was impossible to endure while also keeping the needy, embarrassing sounds in his throat, but none of that mattered anymore when the unbearably hot and slick friction of Rewrite’s tongue, which had already made an absolute mess of his hole, paused and seemed to search for a moment. Shadow’s neglected cock, pointing down where it rested against the black fur of his abdomen, twitched in place as the tip of that tongue, still buried somewhere deep inside of him, found its target.

Unfortunately for Shadow (the last shreds of his pitiful self-control hanging on by a thread), Rewrite’s powerful tongue began to swirl in place almost immediately, hard and fast and utterly indifferent to how Shadow’s body jerked at the sudden, jagged spear of pleasure that ripped through his nerves, stole his breath, and forced a shocked, vulnerable sound from his chest. Shadow tried to clamp his mouth shut and grit his teeth against it, his eyes rolling back with the effort in spite of that blinding, unbearable pleasure, but the targeted assault on his prostate was just as relentless as it was precise, and it only took a few more moments for that final thread to snap.

In retrospect, a few more moments was impressive, given the circumstances. A lesser creature wouldn’t have even lasted that long. Shadow’s entire body shook and thrashed weakly in his lover’s unyielding grip, those large eyes observing Shadow with quiet amusement as the hybrid all but lost his mind and wrecked his throat with desperate cries of need and instinct. Shadow knew he was powerless to make Rewrite speed up or slow down, no matter what sounds he made or how hard he struggled (whether in protest or encouragement), and all he could do now was experience whatever Rewrite wanted him to, for however long it took, until he broke.

The tightening coil of Shadow’s impending orgasm, when it finally arrived, was unbearable- the kind of torture that forced hell and heaven into a single sensation between his legs as Rewrite’s tongue brutalized his prostate without any intention of stopping; until Shadow’s back arched, his legs seized, and he cried out painfully as the flood of ecstasy stole his ability to breathe or think or exist beyond the all-consuming sensation, as Rewrite forced him over the edge and kept him there far longer than should have been possible.

Every nerve in Shadow’s body burned with pleasure, white-hot and intense like phosphorus under the lovingly ruthless attention. His body spasmed and shook mindlessly, still suspended in Rewrite’s grasp, until the feeling slowly, mercifully faded into twitches and shivers as he came down and remembered to breathe.

He almost sobbed with relief when that enormous tongue gently slid out of him and he was carefully lowered onto his back. The fur between his legs and under his tail was practically sopping wet with saliva, his chest and abdomen dotted with his release. Shadow wasn’t sure if he’d ever catch his breath or how sore he’d be tomorrow, but in the end, it all amounted to an addictive feeling, as Rewrite gazed down at him with a self-satisfied, but genuine smile.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 26: Gallifrey at War Part 4

TW: classic Gallifrey at War death, destruction, and violation of autonomy

Cass Fermazzi's ship was crashing only because the Time Lords had indiscriminately opened fire on a group of ships.

The War in Heaven had 920 fronts across space and time.

The Twelfth Doctor assisted the General in the War Room while the first thirteen incarnations of the Doctor were working to freeze Gallifrey in a pocket universe.

The Beyond was a place created by the Last Great Time War where overwritten timelines got remembered. While here, Braxiatel was devoured by one of the Ravenous.

This specific Ravenous had once been Zara, a soldier in the Last Great Time War who was being forced to relive the explosion of a star she had gotten caught up in over and over again.

Lehena had Susan go back to 1963 Earth to collect the Hand of Omega. Unfortunately, she had been a Dalek duplicate, and the Daleks wanted to use the Hand to destroy Gallifrey. The Eighth Doctor recognized Lehena as a duplicate of a Time Lord in the year above him at the Academy that he had had a massive crush on.

The Venue Accords were the only attempt at a peace treaty made during the War in Heaven. Negotiations lasted a single picosecond, and they concluded that peace was impossible.

The Tharils, Porfue, and Krajonnu were all forcibly sterilized by Rassilon during the Last Great Time War to ensure that there would be no other time-traveling races to threaten the might of Gallifrey.

The Clock-People were humanoids with clockfaces instead of human ones. They were the remains of members of the Faction Paradox clinging to life after the War in Heaven. They could manipulate and corrupt others' biodata to insert themselves in their timelines.

During Remembrance of the Daleks before stopping at Harry's cafe, the Seventh Doctor was contacted by the same Time Lord messenger from Genesis of the Daleks (by some accounted named Jelpax, Valyes, Ferrain, etc). The Time Lord warned the Doctor of a counterstrike that was being made by the Daleks - part of the Last Great Time War. The Doctor became concerned for the Hand of Omega and ended up electrocuting a Slyther that the Daleks had been using to obtain it.

During the Last Great Time War, the Doctor and the Master were both hit with a degeneration gun, causing them to uncontrollably flick between all their different faces, including ones they hadn't even had yet.

Once Padrac had become a member of the High Council, he discovered that Gallifrey would be destroyed in the future, possibly by time war, invasion, etc. The only projected future where Gallifrey would survive was the future in which only Gallifrey remained, so Padrac set about to destroy the whole universe and convert their life force into regeneration energy to make the Time Lords immortal.

A tour operator took advantage of Gallifrey's fall after the War in Heaven to organize time tourism. They said that since the Time Lords and the Enemy used time travel to pre-empt each other, the War was continuously getting shorter, its climax getting closer and closer to present day.

The Tenth Doctor became embroiled in the Last Great Time War again when the War Master sent him telepathic summons. During this time, both of them were restrained and telepathically contained by the High Vectors (to be put on trial and probably erased), but the Master managed to escape and erase them before this could happen. The Master then retrieved the Doctor, and they parted ways.

Scarlette - one of the many who had at one point married the Doctor - was a child of the Faction Paradox's remembrance tanks in Pompeii.

Two other time wars that predate the Last Great Time War include the Halldon-Eternal skirmish and the Omnicraven Uprising.

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28

[lilcookiebugg]

Okay but thinking about how it would be if Shadougpio was dating before the Metal Virus.

Mainly about the angst potential.

Like I can probably imagine how much more it would hurt to Rouge to watch Shadow turn right in-front of her. And then having to leave that area believing that Shadow could possibly be gone forever. And is just an empty metal husk.

Now..

Imagine how Rouge would have to tell Espio about that happening.

That she watched their boyfriend get swarmed and get turned into one of those metal beasts. How it was inevitable. How Shadow could possibly now be gone forever.

Espio would probably not take it very well at all.

And especially after losing Charmy. He’d probably be even more distraught than before.

And then after that, he loses Vector against his control. Imagine how he has to process surviving the virus losing that much.

That all he has left is his girlfriend. And how he’d probably be terrified of losing her too.

And then there’s how you could have Rouge comfort and help Espio.

And then of course there’s the part of the arc where Rouge leaves to go get the chaos emeralds from Eggmans ship. Maybe I’d have it happen a tiny bit later cause of her staying to comfort Espio? I don’t really remember exactly when she left to do the mission.

Maybe in this version she was there for when the HQ got overtaken. And she was there when Espio had to watch Vector get turned. And she’s there to help Espio get on the shuttle instead of Amy. I dunno.

And I could just sit here and imagine a scene. Where Rouge and Espio maybe get into a pseudo fight. Where Espio is basically begging and pleading for Rouge to not leave. And how scared he is of losing her too.

And Rouge just has to keep reassuring him that she will be fine. That this will help the situation. That maybe they have a chance if she does this.

And I think eventually Espio would finally give in (begrudgingly) and trust Rouge. Maybe even have a whole scene of them where Rouge promises him that no matter what she’ll come back. And won’t leave him alone.

Just ohhhh so much potential..

Also bonus angsty thing would be if the HQ didn’t know the three were dating. And only found out AFTER the virus. And it would basically be a “Ohhhh no..” moment.

Bonus super angsty thing would be Espio having to face down against Zombot Shadow during when Sonic and Silver went super.

Just ahhhhhhh. The potential with these two with the Metal Virus is off the charts.

Also I guess the end to the angst would be a very emotional and tear filled and sappy reunion with Shadow, Rouge, and Espio. Maybe even include a kiss or two. And that’s how the HQ finds out about their relationship.

But the three are too happy to see each other again to even care about the others around them.

Just a lot of food for thought tbh…

[marsbarsfrommars]

alone with you (the only heaven I'll be sent to)

star wars: the high republic | rated t | complete | 2,344 words | avar kriss/elzar mann | fluff, a little hurt/comfort

summary

She nods and simply says the only thing she has to, “I understand.” 

“I knew you would,” he responds with a certainty that makes Avar's heart seize. 

or, in a quiet moment post-chapter 53, avar finds out about elzar almost dying on grizal

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notes

first of all, this is dedicated to the person who headcannoned that elzar has burn scars on his hands from crashing his vector on grizal. I've tried, but I can't find their post, so if anyone knows whose post I'm talking about, please comment so I can tag them here.

edit: it's the lovely @ledalausnows and you should definitely check out her posts bc she's super cool!!

also, a huge shout out to the thr fans on tumblr: if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have finished this. thank you for all your support and I hope you enjoy this <3

this is the first time in at least six years that I've actually finished one of my wips, so while I'm a little proud of this, the quality might be questionable. my perfectionism made me proof read this so many times I could probably recite it from memory so I hope this is readable and I fixed all major mistakes. anyways, I hope you enjoy this

also, english isn't my first language, so please just ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes

content warning for mentions of scars, injuries, near-death experiences and past major character death. none of this is in any way graphic but I wanted to mention it anyways

The overhead lights in Avar’s quarters are turned down to a dim glow, and it's quiet apart from the gentle hum of the ship's engines. The night cycle must have started a while ago, but neither of them had noticed; both of them were too wrapped up in each other. Now, though, they're resting. Elzar on his back in her bunk, one arm gently wrapped around her with his hand lazily caressing her waist, and Avar on her stomach, half resting on his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft under her wandering hands. 

It's nice like this—peaceful. For a moment, Avar allows herself to forget about their upcoming task, about the possible danger the future holds, and just exist in this moment with Elzar. She feels more at peace than she has in months, possibly years. She slowly runs her hand down Elzar’s arm and intertwines her fingers with his, her thumb softly brushing over the back of his hand. The motion is familiar; they've held hands more times than she can count in those weeks since she escaped the Occlusion Zone, but there's something that makes her pause. It only takes her a moment to realise that tonight is the first time since that fateful night in the garden on Starlight Beacon that they've held hands without the barrier of Elzar’s gloves between them. Elzar wearing gloves is in itself nothing out of the ordinary for a Jedi; most of them routinely wear them as part of their robes, which explains why she hasn't noticed it before. Now that she really thinks about it though, it does strike her as odd that she can't remember seeing him without gloves even once since their reunion. 

She slowly brushes her thumb over the back of Elzar’s hand again. The skin feels rougher in some spots. Avar knows the feeling of scars, enough of them are covering her own body, but she can't recall Elzar ever suffering an injury to his hands that would cause scarring this significant. She raises their intertwined hands to his chest, and sure enough, a thin web of healed fine-line and burn scars covers the back of his hand and wrist. An uneasy feeling settles in her stomach. What happened to Elzar to leave his hands scarred like this, and why wouldn't he tell me? 

Elzar, sensing the subtle change in her demeanour, chooses precisely this moment to open his eyes and look up at her. And for a moment, as silly as it may sound, she feels overwhelmed by the sheer force of her feelings for him. She had missed him for years, and sometimes, even though it's been months since their reunion, she still can't believe she doesn't have to anymore. Avar is certain he already knows what she wants to ask about, but he doesn't say anything, waiting for her to take the first step, so she does. 

“These aren't recent.” It's a remark, not a question. She knows Elzar will tell her everything without her having to ask. There are no secrets between them; nothing is left unspoken. Not anymore. The thought makes a familiar warmth bloom in her chest. 

“No.” Elzar’s voice is soft, reserved for the quiet of quarters and whispered secrets after dark. “I got them on Grizal when my Vector crashed. The healers at the Temple did their best and apparently Bacta also helped a lot, but they couldn't prevent the scars.”

Avar furrows her brow. “I didn't know you were injured on Grizal.” She feels Elzar's body tense ever so slightly underneath her, anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but him and her—and Stellan, of course—have always shared an unusually deep connection, and now they're as attuned to each other as they haven't been in years, perhaps ever. 

“It was at the end of the battle. We thought we were winning, but we didn't know there were Nameless on Grizal. I don't remember this part at all, and most of what came after is pretty blurry in my head, but Stellan later told me that he saw my Vector go straight down. I don't understand why, but I must have passed out when the Nameless appeared. My Vector caught fire when it crashed, and the cockpit bubble shattered. I wasn't wearing gloves that day, that's why the damage to my skin there was so severe. Ty pulled me out, saved my life. I don't remember anything after, but I know Stellan was with me.” 

Avar takes a moment to process all of this. When she finally speaks, her tone isn't accusatory, there may be a tinge of hurt to it though. “Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't Stellan?” she asks. Before Elzar can answer, a terrible thought takes shape in her mind. “It's not that you thought I wouldn't care, is it?” 

No matter what happened, she had never and would never stop caring about Elzar and Stellan. She knows without a doubt that it's the same for them, but she and Elzar hadn't spoken for a year at that point, and her relationship with Stellan had already been strained, so what if they had started to doubt her? Avar lowers her head. She's not sure she can look him in the eyes when he answers, the possibility of what she'll see there—of what he'll see in her—too overwhelming. 

Elzar draws his hand away from her waist to gently cup her face and tilt her head up until her eyes meet his again. His gaze is earnest and there's an urgency in it—he needs her to believe what he says next. She already knows she will before he can utter a single word because she trusts him implicitly, and she knows that trust is mutual. 

“No, I never thought that, I promise.” He pauses for a second and takes a deep breath, “And I know that Stellan didn't either.” 

Avar lets out a shuddering breath and tries to quell her bubbling emotions, which threaten to spill over at his words. Even so, her voice sounds a little shaky when she asks, “Are you sure?” 

Elzar nods sincerely. “I am. Stellan wanted to comm you, but I told him not to. We argued about it, and he relented in the end.” 

The sheer relief she feels at his reassurance is dampened by one burning question, but she doesn't have to ask for him to tell her. 

“I wanted you to know, I really did, but you were halfway across the galaxy fighting the Drengir and I didn't want you to be distracted.” He briefly averts his eyes, as if he's unsure about his next sentence, before he says, “I thought if you found out, you'd want to come see me, but we both know you couldn't have, and I didn't want to make it harder on you.” 

Part of her wants to argue, wants to protest that she would have come if only she had known. But Elzar is right; she couldn't have. Still, she wishes someone had told her. But of course he wouldn't want that, she should have known. Elzar tends to view himself as selfish, but she has always known him to put the wellbeing of others, particularly hers and Stellans, above his own. 

“And later?” she prompts gently. It's certainly not a conversation either of them had expected to have tonight, and she never wants to push him, but they've spent so much time keeping things to themselves in fear of crossing a line that hardly existed in the first place, and what good did it do them? 

“As bizarre as it sounds, almost dying wasn't the worst experience I had that week.” Now it's his voice that sounds shaky. The experience has clearly affected him more than he's currently letting on, understandably so, and Avar sends a burst of warmth through the Force. 

“When I was fully healed, everything was still so chaotic after Valo and Grizal, and there was so much going on that it just didn't seem that important.” Avar hates that he thinks that way but doesn't interrupt him; there will be time for reassurance later. “I got used to the scars fairly quickly, and even though they should be a constant reminder, I hardly think about it now. And I don't wish to. I've made my peace with everything that happened and everything I did then, I truly did, but I still don't like to remember it.” 

Avar understands, of course she does. Enough bad things have happened to her in these last few years that she's made peace with, as is the Jedi way, but still doesn't like to think of. They're the same in that way. She nods and simply says the only thing she has to, “I understand.” 

“I knew you would,” he responds with a certainty that makes Avar's heart seize. 

There's a pause in their conversation then, both of them processing and coming to terms with what was and what hasn't yet been said. Avar is the one to break it when she says, “Please never do that again.” 

Elzar quirks an eyebrow, the tension caused by their conversation slowly melting away. It seems he has decided that the heavy part of their conversation is over, which Avar truly doesn't mind. “Which part? Almost dying or not telling you about it?” 

“Oh, do shut up,” Avar says, but there's no heat to it, just affectionate warmth. 

Elzar laughs softly and pulls her down for a gentle kiss. Far too soon, Avar pulls away again and cups his face with her free hand, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. This time it's her who needs him to believe her next words. Her voice is soft yet insistent when she says, “I care about you, El. I don't want you to get hurt. And if you do, I want to be by your side if it's in any way possible. And even if I can't be, I want to at least know, please.” 

Elzar nods, every trace of playfulness gone from his face and replaced by sincerity. “I know, and I promise you, the next time anything of the sort happens to me, I will tell you.” 

Avar nods as well. “Good.” 

A slow smile spreads across his face at that and the tenderness in his eyes is almost overwhelming. Avar thinks if she had a mirror, she'd surely see it reflected in her own eyes. 

Elzar turns his head and presses a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist, and she feels the familiar warmth spread in her chest once again, chasing away the last remnants of distress. 

She leans down to press her lips to his once again, their connection in the Force glowing with love and understanding, making her feel almost giddy. 

The kiss turns heated when Avar slides the hand still cupping Elzar’s check back into his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands, pressing her lips to his with more urgency. Elzar responds in kind by wrapping his arm around her waist once again and pulling her as close as their current position allows. She feels butterflies in her stomach at that, like when she was seventeen and kissed him for the first time. It amazes her that time and distance haven't dulled the effect he's always had on her in the slightest, but then again, how could they? He's Elzar, after all, her Elzar. 

They don't belong to each other, of course not; there's no possessiveness to their love. But they belong with each other; side by side always. They both know it and the Force rings true with it. 

They break apart, eyes closed and foreheads still pressed together. The kiss has left both of them breathless, as kisses like this often do. Once they've recovered enough to open their eyes and ever so slightly pull away from each other, and Avar really gets to look at him again, she is hit with the realisation of just how beautiful Elzar is like this. She doesn't think there has ever been a moment where she hasn't thought of him as beautiful, but seeing him like this is something else entirely. The dim glow of the overhead lights is reflected in his dark eyes, his hair disheveled from where she ran her hands through it earlier, a soft smile gracing his lips. A sight that's reserved just for her. 

Avar's musings are interrupted when Elzar starts to speak again, his voice still sounding a little breathless. “Avar, I…,” he begins but then trails off, unable to finish his sentence. It doesn't bother Avar. She knows. 

She pulls their still-intertwined hands up to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles, then the back of his hand, then his wrist. She feels his sharp intake of breath more than hears it, and when she meets his eyes, he's gazing at her with a look in his dark eyes Avar can't quite place. Later, she will come to recognise it as pure, unfiltered devotion. 

“Stars, Avar,” he murmurs. 

Elzar seems to know exactly what she's thinking—or maybe he just shares the sentiment—because he kisses her again, his hand slipping under her shirt to gently caress the bare skin of her waist. It's an exquisite kiss, and for the moment Avar allows herself to get lost in it, in this, until the only thoughts in her head are how lovely it is to feel so at peace, and Elzar. Always, always Elzar. 

“What is it?” she asks. For a split-second, she's scared she's overstepped, but Elzar just shakes his head and leans up to brush his lips against hers in a tender kiss that ends far too quickly for her liking. If it were up to her, he'd never stop kissing her, she thinks, only slightly bothered by the fact that she sounds like a character in one of those stereotypical Jedi romance novels Kantam and her used to read to each other for fun in their Padawan days. 

[ichbinmeltdown]

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT "AUTOBOT SPIKE" and I'm going to ramble about them here

Ok first of all let me say I have a very intense love-hate relationship with this episode and might be biased because I'm transhumanist and desperately want to be a robot, no matter what the side effects would be. I also have some knowledge of robotics and computers, so I'll be basing my takes on that. Please correct me if there's anything I got wrong, I really wanna have a discussion about it, I got inspired by someone mentioning this episode on my dash.

Also, spoilers if you haven't seen it.

I hated that they went with the whole "IT'S UNETHICAL TO MAKE A HUMAN A ROBOT!!!!1" angle. I fuckin HATED IT. Honestly, I would do anything to get put in a robot body. If I woke up as a Cybertronian, I'd hug and kiss Wheeljack while crying and thanking him for finally making me strong and beautiful.

First of all, the situation isn't like Frankenstein's monster at all imo because they used spare parts that they presumably had around to replace their own parts with. Honestly Autobot X is on the same level as a less cohesive-looking Dinobot, in terms of how ethical it was to make him. They didn't see anything unethical about creating the Dinobots. They're not "Frankenstein's monsters". Reckless, yes, but reckless doesn't automatically mean "monster". Why was it ok to make the Dinobots but not Autobot X????

Furthermore, they went on later in the season to make the Aerialbots out of DEACTIVATED SHIPS ON CYBERTRON. That's a lot closer to the Frankenstein's monster story! Dead machines being used to make new ones, and having Vector Sigma make fully realized sparks to place into those bodies. Why, again, was it ok to make the Aerialbots but not Autobot X? The lack of Vector Sigma's sparks? The Dinobots didn't get anything from Vector Sigma and the Autobots didn't seem to mind then!

Really the only unethical part of the Autobot X experiment was how irresponsibly the Autobots did it. They made no preparations and then got surprised that things didn't work. Yes, I get that in that instance it might've been an emergency. But Wheeljack just said "FUCK IT WE BALL" and basically threw shit at the wall to see what stuck.

What I find odd is that Autobot X... had a "personality"? IIRC they made him as sort of a walking flash drive to hold any Autobots during repair. That would be like installing Ubuntu to a flash drive and then saying "I'm gonna use this flash drive for my backups". Why didn't they just leave him as a shell? Wheeljack would've had to go out of his way to create an artificial spark. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE WHEELJACK

Honestly though I feel like, the stupidity of him not leaving Autobot X as a big shell body aside, another problem is he didn't prepare the parts. There's no problem with using mismatched parts, as Cybertronians can swap their own parts out if they get damaged just like a real-life robot could. The best comparison here is when you see those cars IRL that have a door or hood or whatever that's a different color than the rest of the car. It still works, it just looks a little funky. But Wheeljack made ABSOLUTELY NO PREPARATIONS. He and the other Autobots just welded Autobot X together and said "oh well good enough". In my interpretation, Cybertronians have drivers for their bodies so they can work properly- drivers for their optics, speech synthesizers, microphones, each part of their motor system, etc. There was absolutely no indication that Wheeljack went through and transferred over the proper drivers- even then he would've had to edit them because, for example, a cop car's locomotion drivers would be way different from a Jeep's. All these different drivers in one memory bank would... Well, if you've seen driver conflicts on a real computer it's BAAAAAAAAAD. Crashes galore. That's probably why when Autobot X was first booted up he went berserk. The poor mech was in immense pain from his drivers clashing. And then they subjected Spike to that pain too. I can only imagine how bad it would hurt if your entire body was trying to go in different directions at once- and how scary it would be if you tried to move your right arm only for your left knee to bend backwards.

And speaking of conflicts... They not only put Spike's brain on his hardware without making a backup copy (if they could put a human's brain in Cybertronian bodies, presumably they could just... make a backup to keep on Teletraan I? Like in a zip file? I mean... what if someone tripped over the cord and accidentally made Spike unlearn English or forget how to breathe?! BACK UP YOUR DATA, FOR PRIMUS'S SAKE!!! It's like playing with the Windows registry!) but they also put it there when Autobot X already had sentience! Since they transferred Spike's brain over, I assume that they digitized it and turned it to files. However, they didn't port his "code" to the native Cybertronian programming language- it's just raw data of whatever human consciousness looks like to Cybertronian hardware. Then they stuck it there when there was already data, albeit garbage data, in Autobot X's memory banks. Helloooooooo, file system conflicts! "We have these super critical files that we can't risk messing up. ... LET'S JUST HAPHAZARDLY SHOVE THEM INTO RANDOM FOLDERS IN SYSTEM32, HIT YES TO EVERY OVERWRITE DIALOGUE AND THEN PLAY WITH THE REGISTRY! It'll be so much fun!!" - Wheeljack, probably

If they had made the proper preparations, this would've gone over without a hitch imo and the Autobots didn't need to wring their hands so much about the ethical implications. It would be like having someone who was born without several organs and missing all four limbs get donated organs and limbs.

Basically, here's what Wheeljack needed to do.

MAKE A BACKUP OF SPIKE'S BRAIN IN CASE THE WASTE SLUDGE HITS THE FAN

Analyze his brain to check how his own brain communicates with his body so he can optimize the drivers

Port Spike's brain into Cybertronian programming language

Wipe Autobot X's memory banks so there's no leftover garbage data

Tweak each of the robot parts' drivers to play nice with one another

Then and only then can you install Spike's brain.

That's why I'm gonna write a fic where one of my human OCs (who's an animatronics engineer actually) discovers Autobot X and begs the Autobots to try the experiment again with the proper preparations because he, more than anything, wants to be a robot.

I could be totally wrong about all this and forgetting some detail that changes everything, if I am do let me know, sometimes I'm just kinda stupid like that XDD

PS: Autobot X looks badass, I don't know why they all thought he was ugly. I love his mismatched aesthetic. Honestly the whole concept kinda reminded me of my old pre-Transformers robosona, MAV1S. She was left unfinished by her creator and had to build herself with whatever parts were lying around and sure, she does look kinda unsettling because she doesn't have a mouth and her limbs are bare, but Autobot X is made of fully completed parts, just mismatched like a car with 4 different colored doors.

TLDR: The Autobot X project wasn't any less ethical than the Dinobots or Aerialbots. The project only failed because Wheeljack and Sparkplug were negligent as hell.

[alipeeps]

A Moment But Forever - Episode 10

Who is the dude who wants to "consecrate his blade" on someone from Youhu clan?

Am I going loopy, we've not seen him before, right? He just looks very familiar (I think I've seen him in another drama recently?) and that is confusing me and making me feel like I've missed something and we are supposed to know who he is... 😂

She is SO bad at being a human... she has no fucking idea of social order and that maids aren't supposed to boss around their employers. 😂

lol 😂😂

Uhhhh he's not being kind to the people on the ship because of his inherent good nature, Tanyin... he's trying to offset the negative karma from having killed you... twice! 😂

"Someone is forcing me off the ship" 😂

Human ambassador dude regretting his life choices as he realises he's just stumbled into the middle of a spat between two powerful immortals.

AWKWARRRRRD

Yuanzhong: How can I make this situation as awkward as possible for Tanghua?

Ooooh it was War Demon dude hiding under the dancer mask (I'm so dumb I didn't even realise). Oooh and that's the god slaying knife that nicked her neck!

Convenient how him being in dance costume is basically the only thing saving his life atm cos War Demon boy doesn't know it's him.

Oooh shit! Stabbed him in/through his weapon hand! (Because he moved to save/protect a (to him) random maidservant)

What's going on? Is this because of two divine weapons interacting?

Yasssss Zi Fei, kick his ass!!

Soooo... the Divine Hand couldn't heal him, not because the weapon used was also divine, but because of the divine backlash from him killing Tanyin?

Oh damn his sister died as well as his parents? And Tanghua hid the knowledge. But does Yuanzhong know how they died? Tanghua says their deaths were an accident. Does he know how they died?

"These years haven't been easy for me either" Oh really Tanghua? Do please tell the guy who was locked away alone in a mountain for 40 years and then tortured for another 20 how your life has been difficult too.

Oh damn, Yuanzhong took Tanghua's place in the line to be tested too. If he hadn't done so, Tanghua almost certainly would have died back then. Aaaaaand he fucking asked Tanghua to take care of his parents and sister if he didn't make it... and Tanghua then went on to help cover up their deaths so as not to "distract" Yuanzhong from his duties in the war.

lol

"I hate being lied to the most". Understandable, tbh.

Aaaand he is going to take her healing from a cut as proof that she is a War Demon. And she can't tell him the truth.

Meanwhile, below decks, Anarchists R Us are still plotting their plot to blow the ship out of the sky.

"We are not bandits who kill indiscriminately" - but you just talked about suffocating their entire staff as the first step of your plan. Mass murder as a vector for regime change is one thing, but the nobles and those in power should be your primary targets, not the poor regular folks who work for them to survive.

Oh they are totally suicide bombers. They are absolutely expecting to go down with the ship.

How they fuck are they planning to detonate all these fire bombs? It's not like the have remote detonators? Do they?

"You're not going to say you've a god are you?"

I mean... no, she's not going to say that. But only because she can't.

Again... what was that you said about not killing indiscriminately, Mr Rent-an-Anarchist?

The ships guards are a bit shit, aren't they? One "merchant" just cut through like 10 of them and made it look easy.

Thaaaat's a lot of grudge birds...

That's a cool whip! Oooh I LIKE seeing her be badass!

Heaven is on your side? Do you think the grudge birds won't take you too?

Man, Yuanzhong just standing there and watching the carnage is... yeah. Even Zi Fei is helping battle the birds.. and Yuanzhong could probably wipe them all out easily with the Divine Hand.

I mean... he's not wrong about how the humans are the ones who suffer when the gods and demons and immortals wage war.

Ooooh and he's a craftsman... a follower of Goddess Wushang!

[ebitenpura]

What's your favorite Swtor romance?

That's a tough question, given how I tend not to like inserting my own personal bias into something as varied as the SWTOR romances, but I'll do my best to answer!

The short of it is that I really feel that all of the romances have the potential to be someone's favorite depending on how they roleplay it with their own characters, so I don't actually have a favorite, in addition to not having seen all of them.

But if I can shoutout a special few, then it'd have to be Theron, Lana, Koth, Andronikos, and Khem Val.

The KOTXX people I feel a little bad about choosing given their obvious popularity save for Koth, but I've met so many amazing people through the shared love for those characters so it's highly ranked for me--I even stopped shipping my own character with Theron because I was more interested in others' versions of their own romance with him. That's how good that romance is. Lana, on the other hand, was my first WLW ship so that's both a special experience and self explanatory as to why she's a favorite. She'll always be my JK's wife (and mine).

Koth is probably a shocker to be on here but I genuinely think he deserves a lot more credit even with all the writing and content setbacks he had. For what little he's given to work with, what he has is both solid and extremely heartwarming, especially with his latest date night. I just think he has that much potential.

Andronikos I didn't even actually romance but I think his character is so strong and loyal that it had my heart fluttering on a Male!Inq. Also highly underrated romance, plus his dynamic with his Sith is always a treat and well-written. 8/10, with only -2 points for having no moments in KOTXX. But even his letter makes up for that.

Khem is a bit cheating given it's another Inq comp, but I think for something so short and sweet it's also incredibly compelling and serves his character while being unique. It's not every so often you see a romance where the recipient isn't ready to be touched but still wants to express their love, and as an aspec person, it's nice to see that kind of representation when a lot of the romances are very sensual. It speaks a lot to Khem's willingness to learn how to love despite not knowing how and his dedication and I think that's just really, really great as a romance, especially when said character is unconventional as one.

Others that didn't make this list because I could really go on forever would be Kira, Risha, Akaavi, Vector, etc. they're all special! Okay!

[sphinxlosestheirmind]

I swear I’m writing the fic- but more thoughts about it while I write~!!

I think that since they’re real people in this universe their ship names would change. Real-people fandoms seem to use their actual names fused together, so that’s how I think it would work in this au (meaning instead of gimmickshipping they’d be called like Reimaser or smth because I think that’s funny!!

Also yeah, Reiji and Thomas WOULD use their names or Thomas would at least have it somewhat public despite going by IV, but Ryoken is only known as Revolver. I just think that fits him better.

Anyway I also love assigning people emojis so here’s me doing that for just a few characters:

IV : 🪆OR 🧵 (The doll because like that’s sort of his puppet thing? I don’t have a puppet emoji so :/. The thread is symbolic of strings- like puppet strings. I don’t really know with him. His I did last and I feel least confident about).

Reiji : 📏 (Businessman!! I think this one was probably Thomas’ fault, he probably used this at one point in his videos and accidentally locked the fandom onto it).

Revolver : 🔫 (Revolver. Gun. Thank you).

Nasch : 👑 (Because he’s a king.. also Thomas HATES that he got this so much. There is so much beef between them for awhile but no one knows why. They settle it eventually off camera and come back way more chill with each other but neither will give a proper explanation as to why, so their followers are left scrambling).

Durbe : 🪽 (Because of his horse/pegasus!!!)

Merag : ❄️ (Because she’s icy. I think this one is probably started by Nasch? He becomes popular before her, and maybe he calls her icy/an ice queen or something and everyone picks up on that then assigns her with a snowflake).

Vector : 🎭 (He’s two-faced c:. He probably does those stupid public pranks/interviews. Everyone hates him but he’s also annoyingly funny and does those impulsive things that you’d never do but kind of wish you could).

Yuya : ✨ (Yes okay I get that he’s a tomato, but like I think a star/shine would just fit him better? Especially since in this au he’d be like a performer or someone who does tricks- but I could see a tomato so.. 🍅).

Additionally about Thomas in this au:

Thomas is a YouTuber/streamer. He started with gaming content and kept his persona very gentlemanly and polite. He got extremely popular, though more so with men who were interested in that sort of good-guy stuff. This devolved into him starting to show more of a sadistic side and collabing with other creators (Nasch, Kaito, etc) then pulling in their followers a bit. This developed into him somewhat coming out? I think he’d do it in a quiet way in some sort of unpopular podcast or something that makes it ambiguous to what he actually is but also hints at it.

This leads to a bunch of queer people coming into his community seeing as he’s like- one of them haha. He starts doing more daily/vlog type things.

So how I actually am writing him:

He’s a bit more calm around the two of them (Reiji + Ryoken) I think because he almost sort of has to be the one to keep them on a straight path. Both are very headstrong and get lost in other things so he has to lead them to where they’re going- otherwise they completely devolve into some other random thing.

He’s also a mix of gentlemanly yet manic. He’s not completely one way or another, and he can play up either side when it comes down to it.

Anyway.. just some thoughts haha

[bird-inatrashcan]

Yknow what? I'm gonna start giving behind the scenes comments on All That Rises. Because ... well, because I want to, pretty much! I put a lot of thought into this story and I'm not sure anyone could catch all of it, and I would love to talk about my own stuff at length.

So now I'm going to!

Starting off with the newest chapter, chapter 98, "an interlude". This one has a lot of unspoken details, most future commentary logs will likely not be this long.

(Or maybe they will. I like to ramble)

This chapter was written to follow up on a couple of things before we leave the resistance for good, and to show that any previous crumbs were not just random. The monopoly scene was added last and was pretty much just there to help with the pacing, though the core thing I wanted to get across was the absence of Infinite, and how people (in this case Vector) has come to expect seeing him around.

This interlude was actually written much later than the upcoming few chapters! I put it in now to not jump too much in time. In an ideal world, I would have put it right after the meeting. If I ever were to tidy this story up, I'd probably reshuffle it. But as this is published chapter by chapter, that ship has sailed. But I feel like right as Infinite leaves works well too.

Going scene by scene!

First off, the scene with Knuckles. This is following up on something that at least one person has expressed confusion about previously. I'm probably never going to fully explain this one honestly, but I'll keep adding hints and the detectives out there might be able to piece it together. It's simultaneously a genuine headcanon hill I will die on, and also a long-running slightly meta-level joke that might not be funny to anyone else but me. I am my own target audience.

Rouge has her own reasons for interfering, but also she's nosy as hell and she does, deep down, care about Knuckles. She also happens to think he sucks. These can coexist.

Second off, the monopoly scene! I adore how this one turned out, we're already off to a great start with Vector trying to parent but absolutely Not leading by example. He's trying his best. I love him.

Team comp! While I think Vector's characterization in Sonic X is Pretty Crap most of the time, I do like the idea of him (a little more subtly) trying to play matchmaker. He's a detective, after all. He notices these things. I actually started putting them in teams because I forgot you can be more than four people to Monopoly, but then I realized this actually works even better for this angle.

Rouge and Shadow can't be on the same team because someone has to babysit Omega to make sure he doesn't kill anyone. Although I do think Vector could placate him (he doesn't care about winning the game that much) and Charmy would probably also be fine, seeing as they both are ruthless in their efforts to Win the Game, but Shadow is assuming that Vex and Charmy are going to be on the same team, which leaves Knuckles, who would a hundred percent get in a fight with Omega about which properties to buy and they're both willing to throw hands about it. Shadow chose Omega's team because he does not want to play with Knuckles.

Rouge also doesn't want to play with Knuckles. Not only does she think he sucks just like in general, but he's also bad at the game, and Rouge likes winning. The idea of her teaming up with Charmy came as a direct result of me realizing that she absolutely would and I am obsessed. Those two should absolutely hang out. I don't know if Rouge is what is strictly considered good with kids, but she definitely likes them, and I could imagine her finding Charmy absolutely delightful. Crime baby. Teach him to steal. I bet they cheat like there's no tomorrow.

That leaves Knuckles and Vector! Which is another fun mix. I never played Knuckles' Chaotix but I like the idea that they're friends :> They are. Going to lose. Knuckles is bad at strategizing and Vector is too nice to win at monopoly.

Googling how many players monopoly lead me down another rabbit hole though, regarding the monopoly pieces (or 'tokens' as they are apparently actually called) and I had no choice but to incorporate my newfound knowledge into the story. Shadow likes the top hat because it's one of the few original pieces that still remain. I'm a bit wishy-washy on the exact timeline of things because it frankly is just not important, but I usually imagine Shadow's quote-unquote "childhood"-slash-his-first-go-at-life to take place around 1950-60, as that would be fifty-ish years before the debut of the games where his main story unfolds. In either case, I chose the top hat because I knew for Sure that that one has been around the whole time. The battleship is also an OG piece, but with Shadow's whole anti-military backstory, I could imagine it's not his favorite. But it's still traditional! He'll accept it.

Knuckles wants the race car because when push comes to shove he's still a 16-year old boy and thinks race cars are cool. I did briefly consider if he was maybe not a cars person, what with his whole upbringing and love for nature, but yknow what. He's in Riders. He knows race cars are cool.

Charmy also wants to be the race car because he's seven years old and also thinks race cars are cool as hell. Omega wants to be the battleship because he likes guns. Whatever piece Rouge and Charmy end up with is left up to the imagination, partially because I didn't necessarily want to pin this story down to take place in a particular monopoly era and partially because I've already put enough thought into this to qualify me for an as of yet undiscovered diagnosis to add to the pile ... but if it's the edition with the t-rex, Charmy will want the t-rex. Just based on vibes, I could imagine Rouge being partial to the scottie dog. I don't know if Espio has a preference. If he does, he's probably too cool to show it. Silver will probably want to be the cat.

Speaking of Silver - the final scene! This was mostly a followup to the thing with Espio being invisible while looking after Infinite. I didn't have a proper way to implement the explanation, but I thought getting Silver's word that there has to be one would be a decent compromise. I decided to add a bit of insight into Silver's current state because with Infinite as our point of view character, Silver isn't generally shown at his most vulnerable. And also because I love him. ;_;

For this story, I imagine Silver mainly remembers whichever timeline he's currently in, with other timelines feeling more like well-remembered dreams. The main exception is the '06 timeline, which has been almost completely erased from his conscious memory - though seeing as it is his original timeline, it still lingers. All Silver knows is that he has memories he's not sure where came from, and so he chalks it up to being probably just some alternate timeline or other that he doesn't remember so well. In reality, it's just the one.

[alacarhelsng]

The Spector

This was it, this was the moment he had been working towards for YEARS. The moment when he could get back the only troll that ever truly mattered to him. His Matesprite, Calmet.

"VECTOR!" The palmhusk in his hand trembled with his fear and excitement as he sent a message back to his contact: distantWorker- Ai found them. Violet right? distantWorker- ship #8375. It's not good. spirtualCarpenter- Omw spirtualCarpenter- Get out if you can

After a few moments of staring at the palmhusk his perpetual annoyance materialized behind him, making his presence known by shoving his face through Alacar's until Alacar could see the back of his glowing eyes. This, of course made the living man whirl around and physically slap the ghost using his ability to interact with spirits. "Ouch! Damn, I forgot you can touch me." "Yes well, perhaps you'll keep that in mind in the future instead of being a prick." "Ah but where is the fun in that?" The ghost pulled his legs up off the ground and sat criss-cross in the air, slowly rotating as he continued to speak. "So bossman, what did you need from your good ol' pal Vector the Spector!" Alacar pinched the bridge of his nose, if it wasn't for the joy of being able to see Calmet soon he wouldn't want to deal with this massive headache, but for them, he would do anything. "Do you know anything about ship #8375?" "I mean, sure! It's a ship, and its number is 8375."Vector smiled, now upside down and smug. "Do you know anything useful about ship #8375?" "Hey, those are both useful things, now you know it's actually a ship, and that the number for it is accurate." "V E C T O R....." "Alright man chill, look it's one of the common rotations for the doctor, and if the doctor is there you're probably gonna need some muscle because it's gonna be pretty packed on board if you know what I mean. Other than that it's a basic ship, I can give it a scout for you if you do something for me." Alacar hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. "Alright, what do you want?" "I want you to send a message to Feashe for me." Alacar's brows shot up, that was a person who was not easy to reach. "What do you want me to say?" There was a long pause from the ghost where he stopped spinning and went back to standing. So long was the pause that Alacar began to think Vector was messing with him again, but the dead man spoke and when he did he was much more serious than before. "Ship 8375 is actually the Empress's ship. going there is probably going to be your death, So gather an army, and make sure you have a way to get out because if you don't make it back I'm shit out of luck." Alacar debated how worthwhile it would be to be angry that Vector was planning on letting him go into his death, but it wasn't worth it, not if it meant possibly losing more information. "Also if you had a contact on that ship." The ghost continued speaking. "He's more than likely dead, spies don't last long on board, the empress has a way of smelling treachery, I think maybe literally.... either way, you're going to need to convince someone on board to help you or pray that she's not on board that day." "And if she is?" "Well then pray you didn't piss her off, then at least you'll die fast." With that, the sector began to fade. "But if you do make it back, then you can pay me back." Finally, he fully disappeared and Alacar was left to sit and think about how the hell he was going to raid the Empress's ship and live.

[loseiso]

First Game: Sonic Classic Collection on the DS I believe

Favorite game: I need to replay most of them honestly from memory Adventure 2 or Unleashed from recent experiences Frontiers

Favorite character: Omega

Favorite TV show: X but I don't even like it muc

Favorite stage: speed highway but will need to replay. A lot of games. Lord save me

Favorite boss fight: fuck uhh probably any of the titan fights in frontiers? Especially the second one I didnt know how to counter so I just had to dodge the attacks and it was so much more fun honestly

Favorite stage theme: I'm basic ice cap....

Favorite vocal theme: His world (any version) and vandalize by one ok rock

Favorite overall soundtrack: hmm probably 06

Favorite spinoff: Sonic battle the story is so simple but sweet

Favorite handheld: fuck um. Sonic classic collection on the DS since it includes Sonic 2, 3, and 3&K

Least favorite game: Forces just because it led me to a few years of BAD internalized ableism

Spinoff I'll like to see: Sonic RPG

Classic, Adventure, or Boost: Adventure I like multiple playable characters but all are good

Dream sonic game: Sonic adventure but it's focus on Team Dark

Dream Sonic story/show: Omega actually killing Eggman (but not really since. Y'know.)

Favorite version of sonic: idc if it's boring Hyper sonic

Favorite team: Team Dark actually

Favorite antagonist: SAGE!!!

Overrated character: Eggman honestly but only slightly

Underrated character: Omega

Favorite human character: Eggman

Favorite rivalry: Sonic/Shadow BUT I wanna say that Tails/Omega could go hard as hell

Favorite ship: VECTOR/VANILLIA!!!

Favorite friendship/platonic relationship: Just all of them honestly

favorite Sonic voice actor: I'm boring it's Jason Griffer

Have any Sonic OC: !!! His name is Tooth the Shark very creative ik I was 8. He's an antagonist who goes into the aquatic aspect of the series and is meant to be a rival to Sonic he was Very edgy but I plan on fixing him up to be less edgy haha including a new name maybe I've grown attached to it

Hoe long have you been into sonic: since I think 2010 when I watched Super Mario Bros Z? But got out in I think 2018 for #ableism and got back in 2023? When I replayed unwiished

Favorite sonic related memory: roleplaying sonic on Roblox

Hottest sonic take: Omega is the hottest character holy FUCK do I wanna go down on him

Coldest sonic take: this fandom needs to calm the fuck DOWN

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Snippet Sunday

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes. Thank you!!

Tagging @bioticbooty, @shadesofmauve, @pigeontheoneandonly, @laelior, @crescentbunny and anyone else who feels so inclined, no obligations!

From Mezzo.

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Shepard lets go and takes a step back. Something red flashes in his eyes, eerily reminiscent of staring down Sovereign’s main gun. We rebuilt him, Lawson had told him. Like Shepard was a drive core that could be taken apart and put back together. The Two Billion Credit Man.

By comparison, Joker’s bone weave procedure had been a hell of a bargain. In addition to the Hero of the Citadel, you can also have a fucked-up pilot of your very own for a fraction of the price!

The Alliance hadn’t thought that was much of a deal. They wouldn’t even pay for the bone weave. Nice to know your life pencils better if you just ally yourself with terrorists. If Cerberus really wants to bump up their recruiting numbers, all they really need to do is lead with the health plan.     

“The Illusive Man said he had a pilot I could trust,” Shepard says.

“He may have been exaggerating. My track record isn’t great.”

I killed you. But here you are, alive. You, and my ship.

Shepard stares at him with that ice gaze, like he’s processing something and the gears got caught.

Coming back from the dead probably makes you think about a few things. Joker wouldn’t know. He hadn’t died. Because Shepard had done it in his place.

Why do you always have to be such a fucking savior?

“How did you get here?” Shepard asks finally. “Did you know about…whatever this is?” He nods out the window, at the silent, sleek Normandy that’s just as new and perfect as the one that had set out for Eden Prime three years ago. Like everything Joker wrought had been forgotten.

“Yeah,” Joker says with a nod. It was their biggest selling point. It…and you.

“This has to be bullshit. The Normandy is the only stealth frigate online. The Ain Jalut isn’t scheduled for shakedown for months. It’s—”

“Ain Jalut’s been flying for over a year now,” Joker says, guts twisting into a knot. And they didn’t put me at the helm. “Three more are in production now, last I heard. No idea how Cerberus got the specs, but she’s definitely an SR. I toured the ship this morning.”

And it had felt like coming home.

Except, instead of Pressly grouching about relay vectors from the CIC and Addison Chase gossiping about Felawa while Joker ran calcs, a disembodied AI calmly answered all of his questions.

If you can’t beat the enemy, join them, Joker supposes. Just throw in a few cushy upgrades like leather seats and a tricked-out lounge, and no one will notice the missing people Cerberus didn’t resurrect.

The ones whose lives didn’t pencil.  

[holosoftheoldrepublic]

Companion Cooking

Haven’t done one of these in a while so let’s goooo

Jedi Knight

T7-01: … he’s a droid, leave him alone!

Kira: She can make a mean cup noodle.

Doc: He can’t cook much, but he has the basics down fairly well.

Rusk: Exists on rations. Can maybe brew a hot drink but that’s about it.

Scourge: He can… but it’ll be super basic with no flavour and not appealing at all.

Jedi Consular

Qyzen: You probably wouldn’t want to eat it if you’re not one of the lizard people.

Tharan: Dude could burn water. Great with a chemistry set, terrible in the kitchen.

Zenith: Nothing fancy, but he can also make (almost) anything edible.

Iresso: A real roast-and-potatoes kind of guy. Simple but delicious.

Nadia: She can’t cook worth a damn at the start, but she does her research and is making the tasty meals of her homeland.

Republic Trooper

Aric: Also exists on rations, but can cook a mean steak.

Elara: She’s not experimental so there’s nothing special about what she makes, but it’s tasty enough.

M1-4X: He’s a droid, and also he would probably set the entire ship ablaze somehow anyways.

Vik: It’s edible, but only to him.

Yuun: He’s a great cook. For his people. You’d probably rather not touch it.

Smuggler

Corso: Very down-home, simple fare that’s hearty and giving you the caloric intake you need for working the farms or shooting separatists all day.

Bowdaar: If you give him the chance to hunt down some wild game, he will make you an excellent dinner.

Risha: Very good at finding other people to make food for her.

Akaavi: She can make anything out of anything, and it’ll be extremely flavourful with all manner of natural herbs and spices.

Gus: Do NOT let this walking disaster in the kitchen unless you want to no longer have a kitchen. Or a ship.

Sith Warrior

Vette: Knows how to cook all the Twi’lek specialties as part of connecting herself to her culture. Tastes delicious.

Quinn: The best cook. Knows how to do everything. Grinds his own spices, the weirdo.

Jaesa: As part of her various trainings, she can make a variety of simple but filling meals. If LS, will probably continue learning from Quinn. DS doesn’t give a crap.

Pierce: Guy knows how to make the weirdest shit in the weirdest of ways (radiator Mac and Cheese, anyone?).

Broonmark: He eats raw meat with no seasonings.

Sith Inquisitor

Khem: I don’t think you’re getting anything edible out of this guy.

Andronikos: He’s very good at putting a ready meal in the microwave and knowing exactly how long to cook it for to be perfect.

Ashara: Her lack of patience means everything she can make is doable in under five minutes.

Talos: Makes the absolute best tea out of anyone. Has a family roast recipe that has been passed down five generations, but it always comes out really dry when he makes it.

Xalek: Of course he can cook, what sort of warrior would he be if he couldn’t make his own meals?

Imperial Agent

Kaliyo: Burns almost everything but insists it “adds flavour” and eats a few bites while you’re looking then tosses it out and orders out.

Vector: Was a fairly decent cook before the joining, but bugs don’t really have an appreciation for fine cuisine so it’s atrophied a bit.

Lokin: Eats the weirdest shit even before infecting himself with the rakghoul plague, but it someone comes out alright. Don’t trust him about the ingredients, though.

Raina: Can somehow make the field rations taste good decent. Probably the best cook on the Agent’s ship.

Scorpio: If she cared to she could be a master chef. But she doesn’t.

Bounty Hunter

Mako: Too busy with her HoloNet research and running around, just makes herself a cup noodle and calls it a day.

Gault: He likes the finer things in life, and has become the master of either getting someone else to pay for it… or the ol’ dine-and-dash.

Torian: An amazing cook. Knows the best seasons for hunting game, seasonal vegetables, and herbs.

Blizz: Is very good… and disassembling some poor shmuck’s oven.

Skadge: He’s as likely to throw you into the fire as to cook anything in it.

KotFE

Lana: She’s decent enough, but she has bigger concerns.

Theron: He learned many things being raised by a Jedi. Cooking was not one of them.

Koth: The master of throwing stuff in a pot and hoping it all works together. It usually does.

Senya: Her focus has been on other things. Could probably make scrambled eggs.

Arcaan: You know this man has never cooked a day in his life.

[brucenorris007]

PLEASE tell me more about the AU you have in that snippet you wrote! I want to hear all about it!!

I'd love to tell you more about it!

... Provided there was more to tell.

Honestly, that snippet almost wrote itself yesterday. The only sources I can trace it back to are my headcanons about an immortal Knuckles and the sort of relationship he and Shadow could have if given the opportunity.

They're fundamentally very different characters, but the potential for mutual understanding between them, to say nothing of earnest and interesting interactions, is maddening in that it hasn't been explored in canon.

So yeah, all that and me being in a mood for Destined Child just kinda spawned that scene. There are a couple details I'd thought of that didn't make it into the snippet that I can share:

I pictured that with all the time Knuckles spent uncovering the secrets of Angel Island, learning its capacity for travel through space, and teaching himself the ins and outs of the Tornado 2 for sake of bringing it home, he's the de facto mechanic of this ragtag group of functionally immortal misfits. It's closer to patchwork than anything Tails or an actual engineer could do, but it's enough to keep the bots from falling apart. He likely grumbled and groused about it early on, but like with Tails' plane, he self-taught what he needed, because he's still just that kind of echidna more than a century after his friends passed.

And like I said, I think Shadow and Knuckles could have some great conversations if just given the chance; the freedom to write them a century or more removed from canon, where they've already achieved that mutual understanding and are–perhaps not the closest friends like Knuckles and Sonic or Rouge and Shadow, but at least comrades who understand and would fight on the other's behalf–their interactions just flowed naturally.

I also figured that Vector would've been the last of Knuckles' tribe of choice to pass away, being a crocodile and all. I guess that means he'd also probably be the one hanging on to Gemerl by that point, assuming Cream didn't have a family of her own.

And now I've wandered into the stream-of-consciousness thing I sometimes do once I start typing; that is, details that are occurring to me right just now mixed in with half-thoughts I had before I started typing.

Might as well put in a cut at this point.

Anyway, the other point that I left out of the snippet is Silver, both through lack of mentioning him and by being vague about how many decades ahead of the canon timeline the scene is. I'd toyed with having Shadow or Knuckles bring him up, something something timelines so shouldn't interact with him but also maybe leave a clue that the ARK may be capable of contacting them off planet? Scrapped the idea for being too complicated for not being the focus of the scene.

I actually hadn't considered a particular reason for them to leave the planet. I think I felt that their grief–alongside Eggman being gone–plus the fact that Knuckles discovered they could without using the ARK or building their own ship was reason enough. Omega's primary objective had been removed, Shadow would probably feel relatively confident that Mobius wouldn't urgently need his protection anytime soon, a liberated Metal has no reason not to follow Shadow, Gemerl likewise had been freed from his self-assigned guard duty, and nothing in Knuckles' job description specified the Master Emerald had to stay on Mobius.

The fifty tons of ordinance line re: Omega was just... aside from Rouge, I wasn't sure what else they'd consider too important to leave without. OH. Circling back a bit, I had thought that perhaps Knuckles got a little less stringent with Eggman's leftover scrap on his island, (I'm thinking... maybe a fortress or two and other leftovers?) so long as it's not everywhere. Probably shoved it in one place rather than going through the trouble of tossing it all off the island. Extra pieces for damaged bots in a pinch and if Shadow, for whatever reason, misses industrial environments he can camp out for a few hours.

I figured as I posted the snippet that Gemerl's addition to the island, what he'd bring, would probably just be a designated plot to garden and attend to some plant life, reminiscent of Vanilla's.

I figure just about anything Metal needs it has in its supercomputer dome.

I didn't think of them having a specific mission in mind when they took off; perhaps scouring beyond the stars based on some clues about how Knuckles' tribe and species disappeared? That thought's also interesting because I could feasibly tie that into other thoughts I have about my Only Sonic Remembers AU, which would make this... er, Immortal Crew a spinoff I suppose.

That covers all I've got on it, really.