#where is the gar

[motherofoompaloompas]

Even more memes that have been sent to the Corrie group chat Pt 5

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4

[ramshacklerumble]

i’ve had tapis rouge plaguing my mind for days now, i’m sorry friends…

taglist:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@s-t-y-x @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade @oya-oya-okay @scint1llat3 (dm to be added)

[rochenn]

some jedi!dooku doodles for the soul :')

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[lucindasthighs]

Giggling about Aph's mini-love interest children until i thought about what if they realized it in-universe

Levin having fuzzy memories of pulling at his mom's flower crown, given to her by a man who looked a bit like him. It wasn't his dad, but it must have been someone who made his mom happy. Maybe he's still out there keeping Mom safe. Maybe he'll be the one to make sure she comes home... no matter the cost.

Malachi getting some street smarts lessons from Laurance. Being an adopted kid of a lord, feeling like an outsider and just trying your best to hold your sibling's hand and keep them safe? Yeah, Laurance gets it. It's just a couple tips on avoiding bad circles and keeping your wits about you, but Malachi flashes back to them constantly while trying to help Levin.

Lilith Garnet carrying on the souls of two Lord's lost beloveds through her very name. Two people who have had far more tears shed for them than she'll ever be able to repay. I don't even have more to say here, I'm just sad :(

[sock-tin]

OK SO context i have a hc that when shadow knights turn into their true form their hair also gets dramatically longer (i also like to think they look physically more monstrous BUT THATS FOR LATER CONTENT) so when laurance comes back from the nether his hair is super long and gets cadenza to trim it instead of cutting it super short and dyeing it :> so HERES MY GUY TRYING DIFF HAIRSTYLES WHILE RECOVERING!!!

[ominouspuff]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!

Tagged by @rooksunday (well you know what this one is going to be)

This time you caught me writing a fic snippet for the RepGA AU to feel out characterization. I’m sharing the whole snippet though for fun, not just one line.

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“Everything is normal.

It is grating against his skin and lighting up his veins in red-hot acid. He is choked by it, throat clotted and breath thin. Betrayal stings in his chest — directionless and worthless and misguided, because he cannot truly fault his shaking legs when he doesn’t know what’s wrong with them.

It is weakness, and it is getting worse.

“Yes, Senator,” He manages, and is grimly relieved that the man does not look askance at Fox — does not seem to notice the tremor in his voice at all. The words come mechanically, his inflection seven levels from perfection, which is six too many to forgive.

“Make sure they are your best,” The Senator is saying, not unkindly but blindly, focus tighter than a pinprick, for which Fox is grateful. “We cannot tolerate abuse on the delegation, not even a whisper of it. I have tried to reason with them, but the students are young and their professors passionate — they are so set on fighting to be heard, with an unfortunate emphasis on the physicality of that action…”

Fox nods. “Well,” He says, as if perturbed and accepting all at once — but can afford no more. He might be sick if he opens his mouth too far.

“Well, indeed.” The man nods, wrinkles scrunching, eyes fogged by inward thought. He sucks his sharp teeth. “Well. I must regroup with Senator Organa I fear, I expect your units will be timely?”

“Yes.” Fox confirms and denies all at once — because his ‘units’ are always timely, even when they’re bleeding, and having those expectations is no business of the Senator’s. It is a Guard matter.

There are many Guard matters. One of them is Thorn, lost in the seventh level as of fifteen minutes before Fox inclined his helmet to a Senator, answering the summon. Thorn, with his two faithful CTs and orders from a sectorial mayor. Thorn, who looked at Fox before he left and did not point out his shaking fingers, only nodded with sharp eyes and a tight mouth and trust bleeding out of him in streams.

“It’s normal, Fox. Don’t stress it.”

The Senator leaves, satisfied and indulging his perturbation over the youth, as is typical of the man lately. Fox stiffly reverses his direction, marching to the nearest service stairwell. He wrenches it open, but does not let the door bang. It takes excruciating effort to close it still more gently behind him, to step without staggering or tightening his aching fists.

He runs, already flipping on his comm. Voices answer, their pitch perfect, their diction flawless, their sound near identical, and Fox’s pride is a balm against the cold that perpetually tightens his chest and throws his stride off beat.

He uses numbers, not their names — never their names, on the comm. Directives come quick, but not smooth. There is a breath of hesitation that betrays how far he has fallen, that they notice even here, before all chorus affirmatives and sign off. A ping comes from Thire, inquisitive and absurd. Fox pings back once, raising the urgency, and Thire duly does not repeat himself.

They cannot afford to discuss that Fox can barely breathe — and Thire would do worse, asking why.

By the time he reaches his office, he is in agony. Thire is waiting there, according to his orders. He knows better than to speak — not here, not now — but his eyes are glittering wetly with concern and uncertainty, and Fox is a shriveled, rotting thing that cannot open his ironbound teeth in the face of it. They strip to blacks, swapping armor with the seamless efficiency of frequent practice. Once Fox has put on every piece of Thire’s armor, he puts on the rest — Thire’s loose hands, Thire’s tilting head, Thire’s light steps. It takes too long. It comes like bits of flesh slotted into gaping holes, alien and painful.

Thire is already standing like a rigid statue by the time Fox has finished, head tilted down slightly, every inch of him looking like Fox’s mirror does.

“8 hours. Meet me back here.” Fox repeats from their talk over comms., shoulders sliding back, and Thire nods solemnly.

Fox leaves the office, stride ever so slightly trembling with the new bounce in his step. He heads for the elevators, the exits, the city outside, the underground that leads down and down and down. His pistol sits heavy on his belt, and Fox’s loose fingers twitch with something feverish that’s settled in his very bones.

Everything is normal, and Fox refuses to let it kill him.”

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Tagging: Reverse-uno, @rooksunday , and anyone else who wants to! (@frostbitebakery and @chiliger , I simply must.)

[ani-and-the-corries-au]

There is a certain amount of disconnect between the Guard and the rest of the GAR.

On the surface there's the low level resentment about them having the "easy jobs" that have been circling, and the fact that they tend to "look down." On the other troopers.

Of course those two things are born on an inability to really talk about what's going on back on Coruscant, but there not the only difference.

By far the weirdest difference is that, while the guard does speak Mando'a when they're not on duty and not around the senate, they also seem to have randomly spawned new terms and phrases that make no sense to any GAR troopers that hear them.

Cody to this day still has no idea who Depur is but apparently having to talk to them is a point of intense annoyance.

The GAR also isn't entirely sure what Dukkra ba Dukkra means, but it must translate to something because the guards have a habit of saying it whenever a trooper dies or does something that will probably get them killed.

Rex is particularly confused by the fact that they've somehow picked up the 501st habit of using their generals name as a description for chaos. Except he's not sure what the Corries idea of a "Skywalker story" is or why it's somewhat of an inside joke, or who this Ekkreth is for that matter.

What the GAR does know, is that there's something weird going on with the Guard, and the more weird it gets the more curious the rest of The GAR seems to get.

[grimbothefool]

i'm just gonna dump a buncha new characters on you at once because i'm too lazy to spread em out :]

[eggthew]

trying to remember beast boy lore. he was able to shift into alien species in at least one show right

[lunarlivs]

draco baby

[actiondetectives]

AHHHH THE TITANS ALL GOING TO A CONCERT I LOVE THEM even though the concert is absolutely evil and will probably be where the finale happens

From Speed Force #3 by Jarrett Williams, art by Daniele Di Nicuolo, Francesco Mortarino, George Kambadais, and Tom Derenick

[zealfruity]

Where there’s a farm-

[ramshacklerumble]

man i love this comic making train im on, the only thing i hate about it is having to make comics :)

[moriaarts]

More quickies of my beautiful trans clone ocs Kiss and Deets in civvies

[westidia]

This was such a cool scene. Seeing Gar switch animals like that so fast which, I’m pretty sure, we haven’t seen him do on the show yet was awesome!! I was like “FINALLY” . This was also a top fight scene. 🦍💚

[0zzysaurus]

How do you think tfa would react to G1 Wreck Jar? This junk robot does not only live on a scrapyard planet, he leads the population of fellow junk bots and fought Springer, 'the toughest autobot triple changer' before getting knocked tf out by a child in an exosuit. Then danced with Hot Rod like a minute later while Ultra Magnus was dying just around the corner, and was all for destroying Unicron with this new, pretty friend he just met.

TFA Wreck-Gar would need a solid couple of minutes to process all that information about his counterpart, but ultimately? I think he’d end up becoming his biggest, loudest, most persistent fan. He’s already had one identity crisis, but now? He’s gonna parrot his every word, he’s gonna take on all of his traits and build a new persona with them. His ego is going to skyrocket through the roof, knowing that for some reason, the two of them are intrinsically linked.

For G1 Wreck’s opinions on it all, he’s elated to have a new recruit, and the perfect protege at that. There’s always room for training, too, particularly in the art of “how to maintain an air of comedy and professional showmanship during a battle to the death with your enemies”.