#where is the gar

[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)

[quibbs126]

I think motorcycle Transformers are cool and I want more of them, but I also don’t like when they make female Transformers motorcycles as like, an excuse as to why they’re smaller and slimmer than the male characters. Not that a female bot can’t be a motorcycle, it’s just that it feels like that scenario happens too often with motorcycle bots

I think the solution is that we need more male motorcycle Transformers. The only ones I know of are TFA Prowl and Thrash, let’s expand that list a bit more

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Running into the worst people can really bring some bite to a party.

Inspired by @fiveminutetrash's Gar Goth Hunter design! (And a suggestion from a lil Mikkian fairy)

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RAX NIGHT PARTY PEOPLE!!!

@ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @skellymom @clonethirstingisreal @feral-ferrule @foxwithadarkside @eclec-tech @vimse @wings-and-beskargam @sunshinesdaydream @nika6q @gargothnightzine

[ghostymarni]

it’s not a phase

@crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @eobe

[feral-ferrule]

Choy made it to 79’s for GAR Goth Night and brought a friend😃

So to review and preview a little bit- Choy is an Earthling, when she gets to Coruscant she makes a friend. She’s pink twi who works in the Jedi temple kitchens who had avoided Jedi detection as a child but was exploited for her powers and is a force sensitive adult now without Jedi training. (Not named yet)

Troopers keep telling Choy about the theme nights at 79’s and that goth night was coming up and she should go. And she really wants a girls nite out so she proceeded to talk her friend into it. Her friend had a million questions. Choy had to start with what goth means, explain the fashion, aesthetic, pertinent human history. Friend does not like dressing in black so Choy suggested cyber goth but friend didn’t like that one either. So Choy suggested the winter/ice queen/all white look.

But what really sold it was doing a Marie Antoinette theme. Choy had already told her all about French culture after telling her that Twileks sounded French to her. And being a pastry cook she had taken to the idea that French pastries were so good and with the story of the revolution and the queen saying “let them eat cake.”

So it was decided that friend would dress in a chemise a la reine in an almost sheer clingy fabric that looked wet. (Choy explained the whole muslin sickness story and the scandal that women would wet their dresses and go out which might be the oldest urban legend but probably had to do with tuberculosis being a problem back then) Her skin would be powdered white and she’d have a lace and flower fontage even though that was out of fashion in Marie’s time -but who should know except fashion history nerds- and her makeup look would be vampy consumptive chic. She felt super tall already and opted for little flats. She was very pleased with the look because it served as a good disguise and she didn’t want her Jedi overseers to know she was going to 79’s.

Choy heard that some of her favorite troopers were into the whole chains and rings and rivets kind of thing so she wanted to contrast that with the super girly Lolita look. She found a dress that worked for that and it even was like a what the queen would have worn in court, which delighted friend.

Choy made a quick stop in a pet shop on the way to the club. Friend was very puzzled by this and her purchase….

Once they got to the club friend felt a little out of place until she caught sight of a tall slim trooper wearing a white suit and- goggles? She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as Choy steered them through the crowd and under the silly paper bats someone had strung up for the night.

A non-definitive tag list:

@eobe @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @foxwithadarkside @eclec-tech @ghostymarni @skellymom @wings-and-beskargam @vimse @ladylucksrogue @lonewolflupe @nika6q @sunshinesdaydream

If I didn’t tag you it’s because I didn’t see you in the gar goth night tags, I’ll keep collecting peeps here.

There is definitely more to come!

[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.

[wond-las]

this is perhaps a hot take but I hate cracking open a fic and Gar is over 6 feet tall. WRONG!! he is an average height king. 5'8 and proud and he loves his tall girlfriend

[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

[crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf]

Mornings

Jumping ahead a little. Kahtzi might be a filthy blanket hog.

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@feral-ferrule @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @eobe @returnofthepineapple @clonethirstingisreal @foxwithadarkside

[moriaarts]

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

[lunarlivs]

draco baby

[dgdraws]

There's a look in your eyes when you're hungry for me 🔹️ It's a beautiful knife cutting right where the fear should be