#wrecker is the only one who actually looks somewhat grown

[here-comes-the-moose]

Soooo…. How early do we think the Bad Batch were sent out into the war? Because it’s very sad to think about, and I’ve also seen this explored with some other clones as well (Tup and Dogma), but I also can’t erase the somewhat funny mental image of some high-ranking members of the GAR having this elite, special force team coming to help them on an impossible mission, the group succeeding, and when its time to finally meet and thank them it’s literally just some guys whose voices haven’t fully changed and haven’t even lost all the baby fat in their faces yet.

[ddarker-dreams]

hello hello 😭 welcome to another episode of Scuffed Designs, BUT LOCK after reading nexus chap 4, I just HAD TO GET MY HANDS WORKING. I used your design as a reference, hope I did your idea of it justice 🫡 (I honestly had no idea what I was doing fr)

Also, I want to leave a few of my thoughts 😭 imo, if everything implied is true, then this gotta be the most cruel yandere you've written thus far??? (Chrollo + Pre-Wanderer Scara Live Reaction.)

I mean 😭 the sheer level of sadism (even tho Blade thinks absolutely nothing of the murder) to know you assassinated the moma of the person who is tapping you 😭😭 knowing they have no clue and it caused them everything from grief and trauma to difficult situations and problems and fhskhskkd I thought kafka was a nice girl too??? like??? 😭

But it's okay - you stellaron hunters can play with ndarling all you like 🫡 we already know she is based and way more cooler than u

And lastly, I love Lear. I am his #1 fan. Look, if Ndarling doesn't want him... I am always available for him... please call me, Lear. You are my one and only babygirl...!

Back to the design - I'm not completely sure what kind of culture Eris has. If it's sci-fi Las Vegas, then I don't think this design fits that well 😅 but tomorrow is another day 🙌

PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE YOU'RE SPOILING ME ????????????????? you've shared so much beautiful art, i've never felt so blessed ...

there is nothing scuffed about this ooomg i'm absolutely in love with this design!!! the pink lotus hair accessories and earrings, pretty flowy cape ,, gold accents and her mother's four moon phase broach!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!! i absolute love the soft pinks and lilacs of the flowy cape 🥺 it's so regal and majestic!!! then the long mermaid skirt with a gradient resembling a galaxy/night sky,, the longer i look, the more i find to admire!!! the white ring in her eyes 😌 so many of miss phaeales' trademarks <333

you actually guessed her path and type correctly GJKlJSKD

while i was drafting out the story, i actually thought to same thing myself... i looked down at my hands at one point and went huh. i'm really about to put this MC through the wringer. both kafka and blade deserve the 'LOTUS-EATER home wrecker' moniker tbh.

lear really is the sweetest boy 🥺 i intended him to be a foil to blade, who prioritizes his selfish needs above n darling's wellbeing. lear almost ventured down a similar path but chose to prioritize her above all else... they deserve to play connect four together, unbothered by stellaron hunters. 😭

as for eris' culture, it has greek elements mixed along with a the sci-fi las vegas atmosphere. especially thelx, the quadrant n darling is from. i envisioned the district the LOTUS-EATER is in to be somewhat visually similar to the las vegas strip at night. as for their clothes, there are variants of chitons, peplos', himations, strophions, shawls, and sashes to name a few... in recent decades, however, styles popular in other cultures have grown prevalent.

so everything about this design is absolutely perfect!! 🥺

[thecoffeelorian]

The Transport On The Left, #2

Title: The Transport On The Left

Chapter: Two

Genre: Drama/Mystery

Word Count: Under 1k

Characters Included: Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, Echo

Brief Description: On the first official day of his freedom, Crosshair has to slowly move through what he sees as false and find out what is actually real. Only then, perhaps, can he truly move forward with his life.

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Tags: None yet, I'm catching up for story link purposes.

Special Notes: This divider was created by @djarrex , and so I give all credit to her. :)

One // Two // Three // Four // Five//

The next thing Crosshair knew, this ship of strangers had not only docked safely within the transport itself, but also began their preparations to bring him to the first available medbay. One not currently occupied by another patient, or so his own understanding went. Their stilted conversations, if not also a few rounds of comm chatter, suggested as much—“ETA, ten minutes”; “Has someone disinfected that thing yet”; “Where’s Kix when we finally need him”; and other grumbled ramblings of an already chaotic offshoot of society.

Society that he most likely would never have a personal stake in, for they continued to be just as hazy as they had been the moment they brought him on board.

Society that consisted of one empty mass of chatter that could ultimately amount to nothing at all, if any unforeseen factors ran their courses and no surprises arrived to interrupt everything.

And yet…

He saw it only for a split second, but the tallest of this laughable “squad”, if not also the strongest, looked down at him with what could only be described as...pain.

Not just the quick blow of a fist or the even quicker sting of a needle, but something at least ten times stronger, deeper, and a lot more worry-inducing than what had happened back—somewhere. Something that almost stirred up a similar emotion within his own mind, or at least a sense of what could have been something that intense.

If he wasn’t already dead inside, of course.

“We should wait for the others.”

“ ‘The others’ are still several klicks away from our current location. This happens now.”

More useless chatter, this time from two of the remaining three. Crosshair could see them almost without looking up entirely, for in this small compartment

(concourse car?)

, they were easily distinguishable from one another. The one possessed a red bandanna, a half-tattoo of a black skull, and an almost permanent scowl

(Hmm, full of yourself, you are)

; the other, a somewhat less permanent stare and a curious eyepiece, the left side of which had a small red light glowing through the shadows. He had known people who looked like these once upon a time, all right…but that had ended a long time ago.

The time where they blamed him for a great deal of their problems, if not also suggesting he’d grown far too corrupted to even hope to remedy them.

Well...so be it. If they wanted a corrupted shell of a soldier to hem and haw at endlessly, they could go ahead and have him...one day, anyway. At the present time, they were nowhere in sight, save for the Hulls who seemed to have taken their places.

Good riddance, though.

They probably wouldn’t have recognized him any more these days, not even if they just happened to be standing beside him this minute.

Not that they would.

“Affirmative…now, let’s get these wheels rolling.”

Nevertheless, once the third—a somewhat quiet fellow, his dark eyes focused on some distant place rather than right here—did something curious with a metallic device sitting right where his hand would normally be, they were…about to get moving. Moving to whatever designated dumpster they’d put together for clones like him, if indeed they would even bother to go that far. The slow but gradual activation of the transport system promised him just that, complete with a muffled grinding sound that he very nearly could feel in his skull.

Hip-hip-hooray.

“Thank you, Echo…well. I, ah…I hope the worst is finally behind us.”

“We’re just gonna have to find out for ourselves. Moving in five…”

This would probably be how, in however long it took, he would find himself dropped into some garbage chute or right into the path of a giant, slimy horror that hadn’t eaten in a few rotations. He certainly felt as though he could have been mistaken for a pile of garbage right now, never mind being treated like one at the end of this little journey. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too unthinkable for this idea to gain form, traction, even to the point of becoming truth. Perhaps these strangers, whoever they claimed to be, needed no more than a few minutes alone with him to change their minds completely, never mind change whatever they had originally planned to give him.

And once that all went down…perhaps then, there would be nothing for him to do but wait for the inevitable.

Wait, and hope that it ended a lot less painfully than before.

[boltwrites]

Misfits - Chapter 2

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous) Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

Chapter Summary:  You're started to settle in with the Bad Batch. Introductions are in order, but one in particular leads down a path you never expected.

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You had said goodbye to Rex only a few minutes prior. He had wrapped you in a tight hug and told you not to get into too much trouble, and you had to try really, really hard not to start crying in front of your new squad. He’d waved as you entered their transport, and instead of dwelling on those emotions – loss, sadness, anxiety – you’d pushed them to the back of your mind. You learned long ago that acting as if they didn’t exist wouldn’t help anything, but right now, you needed to compartmentalize. You hardly knew these men, and you didn’t want to freak them out by sobbing about leaving your best friend behind.

The men in question had since been introduced to you by Hunter. The tall, slender clone who liked to lean against the side of the ship like some half-baked deathstick dealer was Crosshair, a sharpshooter and sniper. You probably should have figured that, judging by the tattoo that encircled his eye. When Hunter introduced you, he had made a noncommittal noise, looked you up and down, and then decided you weren’t very interesting, instead walking his way back to the cockpit. You hoped he was just antisocial, and didn’t hate nat borns, or women, or something.

The big burly one was Wrecker, who had wasted no time in offering you a big smile and a firm clap on the back. Honestly, you thought he was going to hug you – and maybe he was, and then he thought better of it.

“You’re our new Jedi, huh?” he had asked with a broad smile? You offered him a somewhat hesitant one back – he was intimidating, after all. He was broad and muscular like you had never seen on a clone before, and the large scar that encompassed half of his forehead and a good portion of his scalp was distracting. It made him look hardened and dangerous, but with his jovial tone, you soon found out he was anything but menacing.

“Yeah, guess I am?” you answered with a nervous laugh.

“She’s a force-sensitive, Wreck, not a Jedi. She doesn’t answer to the Council.” Hunter had clarified. You were somewhat shocked that he cared about the difference – but, then again, he had seemed pleased that you weren’t a part of the Order, likely because it meant you had less rules to follow.

“Oh, yeah!” Wrecker had grinned, clapping you on both shoulders now, as he leaned down to grin at you. You had laughed a little harder, because you were starting to see now, by both his force signature and in his voice, that he was really just a big goofball. “I never liked the Jedi anyway!”

“Weren’t you just expressing how excited you were for ‘our new Jedi?’”

That had come from the one with the glasses – er, goggles? You weren’t exactly sure what they were, or if he needed them for his bad eyesight or just tactical reasons. Either way, he adjusted him on his face as Hunter introduced him as Tech. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what his specialty was – much like it was easy to deduce that Wrecker liked to punch things in addition to blowing things up. Tech, of course, handled a lot of technical issues and data – but you were actually shocked at the fact that he wasn’t, well… tiny.

Tech was taller than Hunter, and even Rex, as he peered down at you through his glasses. He took your hand and shook it – you could tell just by his grip that he was used to intricate work – robotics, droid work, rewiring datapads – fiddly things that required a steady hand. You had nodded politely to him as he greeted you.

The last member of the team, and perhaps the most elusive, was Echo. He was paler than the others, and studded with prosthetics – most prominently, the jack that his hand had been substituted with. He had an aura about him in the force that spoke of pain – not the pain of war that the rest of the squad exuded, no. This was a deeper pain, something profound and lasting, and you had a feeling it had to do with that arm, and the bolts in his skull, and the way his cheekbones still looked sharper than that of even Crosshair.

“You’re from the 501st?” he had asked, after Hunter had led you to the cockpit and left to look at something in Tech’s travel plans for the route to their next mission. You were alone, but Echo still gazed out the front of the transport into hyperspace, his flesh hand fiddling with the textured armrest of the captain’s chair.

“Yeah – I’ve worked with them for the past year, most of the time. I get contracted out from the unit to do a lot of stealth work that the Jedi obviously can’t be pulled for. Stuff like this, I guess,” you shrugged. Echo had hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at you, almost curious.

“Were you with the 501st when Captain Rex last worked with… Clone Force 99?”

The wording was strange. Rex had mentioned to your that this squad usually referred to themselves as “the Bad Batch” due to their mutations. But Echo was more cautious – he almost hesitated on the name. His force signature didn’t give away much more – it only told you that he was being careful with his words, that he didn’t trust you quite yet. Which, honestly, was to be expected.

“No. Anaxes, right?” Echo nodded, and you shook your head. “No – I was on a stealth mission. Well, I guess it couldn’t really be called a stealth mission… I was working with a pirate named Hondo Onaka. Think I might have rather been on Anaxes.”

You chuckled, trying to make light of it. You knew Anaxes has been a mess, and honestly you had felt horrible leaving behind the 501st in order to take on what you considered a useless political mission. You knew the campaign had been long, grueling, and complicated, and you always felt guilty when you weren’t by Rex and Anakin’s side to help with something so important.

“Ah,” Echo made a soft noise, picking at some scoring marks on his socket arm. You bit your lip at the awkwardness that permeated the room, the conversation stagnating at Echo dwelled on… something.

“I used to be a part of the 501st,” he finally admitted, glancing up at you. His eyes said more than his lips – there was sadness, there. It was hidden behind his soldier’s veneer of indifference, but you could tell by the way he looked at you that his transfer to Bad Batch hadn’t been as straightforward as your own.

“Yeah?” you asked, sitting down in the co-pilot’s chair next to him. He nodded, sighing, relaxing into the chair before shooting you a glance.

“Yeah. Made ARC trooper at one point. Me and Fives – me and Fives.”

His eyes had gleamed the first time he said it – but as he repeated Fives, his face fell, and your own did as well, your first clenching.

“Oh,” you breathed, and he glanced at you, ducking down to try to make out your expression.

“You knew him?”

“He talked about you – I had – I’m stupid,” you laughed, trying not to think about Fives. You hadn’t known him or Tup long before the incident, but Fives had showed you the ropes, along with Rex. You got along with him easily – he had been funny, and kind, and if he tried to flirt with you a few times you just put it up to you being the only woman available.

You remembered him talking briefly about Echo – he had only mentioned Echo once, with gritted teeth and a set jaw, mumbling something about a previous mission, and how he and a fellow ARC trooper had handled the situation. You could tell that it pained him to mention his comrade – that this Echo had likely died – and you didn’t press the subject. You knew, even then, that Fives didn’t deal well with loss. Ironic, then, how he was the one to cause so die, to cause the grief himself.

“I worked with him, before…” you gestured vaguely, and Echo nodded, not wanting you to mention Fives’s death himself.

“He thought I died at the Citadel. Everyone did,” Echo sighed, staring out at the hyperspace lane. “Maybe I did.”

You stared at him. In the force, his emotions were a tangled mess – grief, both for Fives and himself. Pain – not only physical, but emotional, spiritual. You couldn’t fathom what happened to him – you could look at this physical evidence of his cybernetic appendages, more similar to those of a droid than any prosthetics you had seen before. You could see the pallor in his face, the way his cheekbones jut from his face, how he had squinted far too severely in the light of the Coruscanti sun. He had been through something that you couldn’t fathom, something you would never truly understand, even if he did wish to explain it to you.

But despite that, you could still feel him in the force. When he spoke of Fives – the way his signature sparked let you know that he didn’t just know Fives. You could tell they had worked together for years, that they had likely grown up together. The rest of the Batch – their signatures sang in harmony because they had grown up together, because they had known each other for many years. And you initially hadn’t caught onto Echo’s dissonance – the way that he was trying to fit in with them, but how he didn’t fit in quite as easily as the other men. And now you knew why. It was because, while he had changed, he still held onto those bonds. Rex, Fives, the rest of the 501st – even though whatever Echo had endured, those were still his brothers.

“Not completely,” you mumbled, looking down. You could feel Echo’s eyes on you, so you sighed and continued. “You – you still care about them. Those men. They may not be your men anymore – and I guess they aren’t mine, either – but you care for them. That has to count for something.”

When you looked up, Echo caught your eye. His expression was unreadable, and his signature betrayed nothing. He was hard to read already – the cybernetics clouded your judgement – but you could tell that he didn’t exactly know what he thought of your statement.

“Yeah. Maybe it does,” Echo mumbled to himself, staring out across hyperspace, as stars flew by, exploding behind his eyes as he contemplated his place among them.

After that, the silence wasn’t quite so awkward. It was comforting, almost. You knew that it wasn’t the same – that although you and Echo were both former members of the 501st, that the circumstances were wildly different. But you still felt a kinship with him. Because he still knew Anakin, and Rex, and Fives, and Jesse, and Kix, and all the others. Because he probably played the same drinking games you had with the men, he had fought beside them as you did, and he had watched them die, as you had. You knew he wasn’t ready to talk, and perhaps he never would be. But if he ever was, you would be ready to listen.

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The Reunion - Part 2

Summary: We meet up with our crew after they have left Barab and after Friday’s episode of the Bad Batch getting their chips removed. Hunter x Reader. Echo x Reader.

A/N: Italics - Past conversations

The quotes Crosshair says during his nightmares are directly from the Bad Batch episodes.  All rights for those quotes, belong directly to the geniuses working on the Bad Batch TV show at Disney.  

Warnings: Slight mention of a beating, nothing described.  Medical procedures.

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Words: 4,608

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“We don’t usually work with regs”

“Grow up, Wrecker”

“If your plans are so good, why did Commander Cody have to call us in?”

“An order is an order”

“Since when?”

“Good soldiers follow orders”

“He had us disobeying orders”

“I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem”

“Disobeying orders again over a kid?”

“You’re becoming a liability”

“You disobeyed orders”

“I did what I thought was right”

“You should have killed that Jedi, you disobeyed orders.”

“You never could see the bigger picture.  Now surrender.”

“Best stand down sergeant, make it easier on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Your move”

“Bad play, Hunter”

“You want to know why they put me in charge? It’s because I’m willing to do what needs to be done.”

“What seems to be the problem with CT-9904?” Lama Su asked Nala Se

The two Kaminoans looked on behind the one way mirror, “medic, what seems to be the problem with CT-9904?” asked Nala Se.

I looked towards the mirrored glass, “he’s having a nightmare”, I glanced from the mirror to Crosshair that laid on the med bed before me.  The Kaminoans wanted his inhibitor chip to be constantly activated and operating at peak efficiency; if they lost him, they would lose the backing of Admiral Tarkin, something they couldn’t have.  

How I wished Hunter was here?  How I wished I got to the ship in time?  I wished for a lot of things, mostly I wished that Crosshair’s chip hadn’t been activated, and that as the medic for Clone Force 99, I wasn’t the one in charge of keeping his chip activated.  Every time he laid down on that med bed, a little bit of me died.  I had to do this to my friend, my family, Hunter’s brother.  I tried at first to say that the chip was damaged, it wouldn’t activate, but they quickly dealt with my deception, in the form of a beating from two of the Clones who had taken me under their wing.  The beating from the two had knocked me out, when I came to Bad Batch was gone, Omega, my little helper, was gone, and Crosshair had tried to kill his own brothers.  

What’s worse is that Crosshair looked for every opportunity to wound me with his words, he wasn’t my Crosshair, he wasn’t the man I had grown to know and love as a brother.

‘Must be miserable to know you fell in love with a traitor.’

‘How does it feel knowing they left you?’

‘Only the Empire can provide what you need’

‘Join them and die’

“He seems to be having a particularly disturbing dream, he keeps thrashing” that voice, oh I hated that voice, it was responsible for the so called War Mantle project, Vice Admiral Rampart.  How I wish he could be the one on this bed before me, so I could make him suffer, the way he’s making Crosshair suffer.

“Indeed” oh there’s that other voice, Admiral Tarkin.  I loathed both men, and would be happy to see both die a very slow painful death.

“I do not believe we should continue for much longer, the procedure could cause irreparable damage”, I suggested.  I’m sorry Crosshair, I hope you can hear me.  I’m so sorry.  

“Very well” Admiral Tarkin’s voice filled the room, I could almost feel his breath on my skin.  It was revolting.  

“End the procedure, medic Kambe”

“Yes, Prime Minister”

I turned off the machine and watched as Crosshair's tortured face relaxed.  I moved beside him, and disconnected him from the machine, he was still unconscious, at this moment and I could pretend he was still my family, he was still the same Crosshair.  The one who taught me to shoot a target five klicks out.  The one who would tease Hunter and me, when we would go out on a date.  The one who said he always wanted a sister, and was happy I was his.  I discreetly held his hand, rubbing circles with my thumb on the back of his hand.  I’m sorry Crosshair.  I’m so sorry Cross.  

- - - - - - - -

“That medic seems very attached to CT-9904” Admiral Tarkin noticed

“Yes, she was the medic for Clone Force 99.  She got to know them very well and went on several missions with them.”

“Interesting.  She may prove useful.”

“How do you mean Admiral?” Asked Vice Admiral Rampart

“She may know something the clone doesn’t, or she could be used as bait, to bring in the others”

“Admiral, I must protest” Nala Se interjected, “she, unlike the clones, is not Empire property, she is hired by the Kaminoan facility, and works directly for us.”

“And yet, she gets paid via the Empire, does she not?  Or do you pay her directly, Prime Minister?”

“Uh … I would have to check our records, Admiral Tarkin”

“Don’t bother, I have checked already.  She gets paid by the Empire.  She used to receive funds from the Republic, and has subsequently received funds from the Empire, therefore she is a servant and employed by the Empire.  As such, we have the right to do as we wish with our workers.”

“Admiral, I would be more than happy to take over … keeping an eye on the medic” offered Vice Admiral Rampart.

“That is not necessary, it seems we have the best thing to keep an eye on her already” he motioned towards the unconscious clone.  

- - - - - - - - -

Although, I couldn’t hear what was being said behind the glass, I could sense eyes on me.  I grabbed a data pad and pretended to check Crosshair's vitals. If they were going to stay there watching me, then they wouldn’t get anything except a medic doing her job.   There had to be a way to get the chip out of his head, someway to go under the radar.  If Cross was back to normal then he and I would be able to get off of Kamino and find the boys.

I heard the door slide open behind me, “Medic Kambe”, I turned to face Nala Se, she was the only Kaminoan that I could somewhat tolerate, although in the end she was the biggest problem of all, as the Chief Medical Scientist, if it wasn’t for her, so many soldiers wouldn’t have been killed and treated less than they deserved.

“Yes, Nala Se?”

“You can move clone CT-9904 to the recovery room”

“Yes, Nala Se”

She stepped closer to me, it was odd and threw me off.  She disliked me more than anyone else, simply for making the clones feel like people and not property, it was one of the reasons I was assigned to an actual team, rather than the Kaminoan facility in general.  “You need to be careful,” she said in a lowered voice.

I kept busy preparing Cross for transport, “what do you mean?” I asked in a similar whisper, “they’re watching you, they want to use you to bring back Clone Force 99 and Omega.  We can’t have her land in the hands of the Empire.”

“I understand”

“Please be quick about transporting the clone, Admiral Tarkin wishes to see what effect the new enhancement has on CT-9904” she said in a louder voice.

“He has a name”

“He is a clone.  Clone CT-9904.”

“His name is Crosshair!”

“Medic Kambe! One more outburst and I’ll have you restricted to your quarters and brought up on charges of treason. Do you understand?”

“Yes”

“Good” without further word she stepped out of the room, maker I hated her.  I really did.

I looked at Cross one more time, he had a slight scarring from where the machine had performed it’s procedure. My only hope would be to perform surgery at night, or maybe if I was able to go on a mission with Cross again, distract him, get him isolated, and perform the surgery.   We both needed to get out of here, and soon.

- - - - - - -

“I don’t know if the plan will work” Fives offered

“Oh I’m sorry, do you have something better, vod?”

“Listen Phoenix Ghost, we are not judging you, it just seems risky” offered Hunter

“Well, what do you want to do?”  I asked, Rex had just left after we were able to get the chips out of the remaining Bad Batch, the idea was to take the med pod with us, or at the very least take it and hide it on a planet that we could bring Crosshair to.

“Why can’t we just use the method you did before, with the other clones?”

“That would require us going to a safe clone planet, the nearest one has over 500 of your brothers, inhabiting it.  I would gladly take you there, if the Empire thought you were dead.  However, as of right now, the risk is too great that someone would follow you, or someone spot your ship and decide to report you to the Empire simply for credits.  I’m sorry but I’m not putting your brothers at risk.  Either we find a way to bring Crosshair here, or find a way to bring the med pod to Crosshair.”

“Cyar’ika, it’s okay.  We trust you”

“Really, cause if you trusted me, you wouldn’t be questioning the plan right now”

“It’s just dangerous” Tech tried to reassure me.

I couldn’t help the glare that had appeared on my face, “seriously Tech? That’s your pathetic platitude, that it’s just dangerous.  Everything we’ve ever done, from the moment we either joined or were sold to the GAR has been a life filled with danger.  I personally have a scar on almost every quadrant of my body from one injury or another.”

They all looked to Echo, who simply nodded.  Oh that was it, “WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULD LIE ABOUT THAT?!!!”

“No, of course not” Hunter tried to calm me down, but the anger within was growing from their… I guess lack of trust.  

“Cyar’ika”

“Don’t Echo! Don’t Cyar’ika me!”

Echo let out a frustrated breath, being back with Echo was amazing, it’s like we hadn’t missed a beat, all those years being apart had evaporated within a matter of minutes.  

“Fine, ner riduur”

Ugh! Why did he have to tug that cord? All the anger I had a second ago washed away at remembering that we had indeed gotten married, I  dropped my shoulders and my head to my chest.  As soon as we were off Barab, we had found a place to lay low for a few weeks.  Echo didn’t want to waste anymore time and proposed, I didn’t want to waste any time either and said yes.  We both had wasted too many years apart, to waste another second not being with each other, was downright idiotic.

Fives had been his best man, Omega was my flower girl, Hunter walked me down the aisle, Tech officiated and Wrecker stood in as my man of honour.  Rex had come to wish us well, after the ceremony, he pulled me aside and gave me a big bear hug, “I’m happy for you ad’ika.  I wish you nothing but happiness.”

The words were there, but the warmth in the eyes weren’t, “I’m sorry Rex.  I’m sorry I couldn’t…”

He didn’t let me finish, “nothin’ to be sorry about, little one.  You followed your heart to the man you love.  It’s the heart I fell in love with, so how can I be upset about that” his warmth finally reached his eyes, we hugged one more time, “thank you, Rex.  I love you, vod”

“Love you too, vod’ika”

“Alright, let’s come up with another plan than” I offered calmer, I looked over at Echo, and smirked.

“How do you do that?” Whispered Wrecker

“It’s my gift” Echo chuckled, I simply shook my head, “what if we make a medical droid?” Asked Omega

“It is possible” Tech advised

“We are at the scrap yard so we could find the parts we need, it won’t be pretty, but it’ll get the job done” I added, Tech and I sat down to work out a plan and design for the medical droid.

“While we are doing this, maybe the five of you could try to find an actual droid, maybe if there is an actual medical droid, we won’t have to make one” suggested Tech.

“Fine, we know when we’re not wanted,” Fives teased.

“Hey Omega”, I called, she turned towards me, “good suggestion” I winked at her.  She ran over and hugged me, “thanks mo…I mean, thank you Phoenix Ghost”, I returned the hug and looked at Hunter, he had a smirk on his face, “hun, I think your dad’s waiting for you”.  Hunter shot me a look, I couldn’t help but smile back, at the end of the day we were all co-parenting, so what was one or two more parents, uncles, or aunts.  Whatever way she looked at us, we were family.

- - - - - - - - -

“How does it feel, vod?” Fives asked Echo

“How does what, feel?”

“Being married to the love of your life?” He elbowed Echo

Echo couldn’t help the blush that appeared on his face, “like I’m living a dream that I never want to wake up from”.

“Awww, that’s so sweet” shouted Wrecker

“Alright you guys focus, Omega and I will go done here" Hunter motioned to the corridor to his left, "Wrecker, go with Fives and Echo” as Hunter motioned to the corridor on his right.

“Copy that” Fives answered.

Hunter and Omega headed down what looked like a medical hallway, there were all kinds of beds, against the wall, “Hunter?”

“Yes, Omega”

“Are you married?”

“What?”

“Like Phoenix and Echo?”

Hunter didn’t answer for a minute, Omega could see something was bothering him, “I”m sorry, should I not have asked?”

“It’s okay, kid.  No, I’m not married.”

“But there was someone?”

“Yes”

“Medic Kambe?”

Hunter stopped and looked at Omega, “how do you know that?”

“I trained under her as a medical assistant, she always used to mention Clone Force 99”

“That’s how you learned all about us”

Omega nodded, “she treated me like I was …”

“Like you were a person”

Omega nodded, “that’s how she treated us too.”  Hunter continued examining the rooms, and realized more than likely his love had seen what was happening to Omega and how she was treated.  He could see his tiny love stepping up to protect Omega.  Knowing her, she probably even had to fight to be Omega’s trainer.

“Do you think we’ll see her again?”

“I don’t know, kid.  I hope so, I really do.”

“Why didn’t she come with us?”

Hunter let out a sigh, “I don’t know, but something must have happened, otherwise she would have been waiting for us in the hangar.”

“I hope if we do find her, you two get married”

“Really?”

“Yes, she makes you happy.  You clearly make her happy.  She always had a smile on her face when she spoke of you, she kept her biggest smile when she mentioned you specifically.”

Hunter smiled at that, hopefully soon enough, he’ll have his brother back, and his love in his arms.  

- - - - - - -

“Any luck?”

“There’s no such thing as luck” chuckled Fives

“What are you? Obi-wan?” I asked

“Hey how do you think I got so good with the ladies?  I learned from the best” he laughed.

“Fives, you were good with the ladies, because they took pity on you.  Not because you had any of the charm, Obi-wan had.”

“How do you know about Obi-wan’s charms?” Asked Echo.

“Hmm… what, my love?”

“We will discuss this later”

“Whatever you say, ner cyare”

“Oh don’t try and placate me with sweet sayings”

“As fun as it is to be in the middle of what’s probably your first argument” Tech interrupted, “did you find a medical droid?”

“I did!” Shouted Wrecker

“Good.  By the way", Tech directed towards Echo and I, "I would like to see how an argument between married couples proceeds, it would be interesting to learn and see first hand” inquired Tech.

“Yeah, not gonna happen” I said, “let’s get this droid adjusted. Faster we get this thing on the ship, the faster we get out of here, and the faster we can get to Crosshair.”

“I think I have an idea about how to get Crosshair out in the open,” Hunter offered.

“How?” Asked Wrecker

“I’ll tell you guys when we’re back on the ship”

- - - - - - - - - - -

“That’s a bold plan” Fives commented

“But it has the potential for working” I appeased

“How do we know we can trust her?” Tech questioned, “how do we know she didn’t wilfully not show up? Had a change of heart?”

“Come on Tech, you know her.  She loves us.” Hunter looked to the ground before continuing, “she loves me, she would never … She was detained.  I know it.  Something prevented her from meeting us in that hangar.”

“Okay, so you want to send a message that will undoubtedly put her in danger, either on the mission, or before the mission, and definitely after the mission.  Basically, you are okay painting a giant target on her back, Hunter?  Cause that’s what you’re doing by sending that message.”

“I know Phoenix, but it’s the only thing I can think of to do.”

“Then I’ll help to try and limit the damage.  First things first, we are going to need to split up, find a planet to draw their attention to, hopefully one that’s uninhabitable.”

“With lots of ground coverage” offered Wrecker

“No high ground” suggested Tech

“With lots of animals” said Fives, we all turned to look at him, “what? If he can get distracted that gives us an advantage, I’m not crazy”, we all nodded along.  “He does have a point” chimed in Echo.

“What about Felucia?” Hunter suggested

“It’s not inhabitable.  I actually think I have a place.” I offered

“Where?” They all asked at once.

“I can’t say.”

“Well if you can’t say, how can we use it then?” Fives asked

“Because I have to ask permission to go there, it could put someone in danger, and that could be worse then …”

“Then having the Empire after us right now?” Wrecker inquired.

“Yes, actually.  They’re very dear and special to me, I need to …sorry guys, I’m gonna have to take over the bunk for now.”

“Oh” said Echo

“Oh” I nodded.

“Oh what?” Hunter asked

“Ohhh!” Clued in Fives adding, “I thought he was dead.

“About as dead as you and I are”

“What are we talking about?” Wrecker asked Tech

“I don’t know” Tech answered shrugging his shoulders.

“Sorry guys, I can’t say more, or talk more about it.  Like I said, I need the bunk, no one come in until I emerge.  It could be several hours, I suggest we stay in hyperspace as much as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Omega asked as she stepped out of her room.

“Sorry guys, but we can’t talk about it” Fives answered, “just trust us, when we say she needs to do this, and you really can’t disturb her, she needs the quiet.”

- - - - - - - - -

It had been a while since I sat here meditating, trying to connect with my older teacher.  I had been a force-sensitive child, and was about to take the Jedi trials, to be ordained as a Jedi Knight, but the anger within me had proved to be too volatile, with the war in effect.  It was important to not let those who could be in situations where the constant fighting, the constant bloodshed and the insurmountable injustice would be present all the time.  It could lead one to use the force in an unnatural way, causing one to take actions into your own hands.

I closed my eyes, and focused on the force, being one with the force was always easy for me, which was why the Council was concerned when they felt my anger.

“Little one, hmmm? Yes, hmmm”

“Hello Master Yoda”

“Why reach out through the force did you, hmm? Alright are you, hmmm?”

“I seek advice, Master, the advice is not for me, I’m alright, but it is to save two innocents.”

“To save a clone called Crosshair you wish, and medic called Kambe.  Innocent, Kambe is.  However, shed innocent blood, Crosshair has.”

“It’s not his fault, Master, it’s his chip.  If we remove the chip, he’ll be back to his old self.”

“Possible, removing stone from a puddle is, damage the stone caused when thrown in is permanent.  Back, what makes you think the Crosshair you once knew would come, hmm? Hmmmm.”

“Because it happened to one of the clones I am travelling with.  His chip activated, and he tried to kill Omega, the little clone girl, once his chip was removed he went back to normal, although he remembered the incident.”

“Wrecker activated for, how long was, hmm?”

“Not long, maybe about 20 to 30 minutes.”

“Crosshair been activated, how long has, hmm?”

“Since the start of the Empire”

“Over time weeds grow over stone, in the puddle, that is.  When you pull out stone, pull out weeds too.  The damage caused, irreversible, could be.  Prepared to face that consequence are you, hmm? Hmmm?”

“At least he would be free.”

“Of clone life free from, hmm? No.  Free from the Empire, hmm? No.  His other self free from, hmm? Possibly.  Plague his mind constantly, the nightmares of what he has done will.  Carry, can you soothe the pain his soul will, hmm?  If this chip you free him from, have to help carry his burden, you will.  Ready for that are you, hmm?”

“Yes”

“Then I offer, what advice can hmm? Yes, hmmm”

“We need a planet that is shrouded in darkness, with no major high ground, lots of foliage and animals”

“You use Dagobah to draw him out want to, hmm?”

“With your permission, Master, yes.  But if you feel it is too big of a threat, maybe you can recommend another planet, one that can wreak havoc on a sniper.”

“My permission, you have.  I will give you coordinates that will put any in danger not, and your purposes that will serve.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Your anger and your fear I no longer sense.  Changed, what has, young one, hmm?”

“Ever since my ‘death’, I no longer lived for myself but for others.  With the help of others and my skills we were able to save 2500 soldiers.  Brave men, each one.”

“That is all not. Herh herh herh”.

“No, Master.  Ha, never could hide anything from you.  I married the love of my life, Echo”

“Happy for you little one I am.  Continue learning from the force.  Serve you in the future, it will.  To the dark side within you I no longer sense the temptation.  However, to say goodbye to the man you love, be prepared, when the time comes, or to the dark side again find yourself on the path.

“Yes, Master.  Thank you.”

“With you may the force be.  Hmmmm”

“And with you, Master.”

- - - - - - - - -

“How long does this usually take?” Hunter asked Echo

“Once it took her - - - what was it? Fives, 12 hours?”

“I thought it was longer, closer to 15 or 16”

“It depends”

“On what?” Asked Tech

“On how easily I can connect to the force”, I answered.  They all turned to see me emerge from the bunk room, “how long was I in there for?”

“About 8 hours,” Echo answered.

“Do we have a plan?”

“We do, Hunter” I smiled, not only did we have a plan, but I had the privilege to continue learning about the Force, who knows what will happen in the future, but as of right now I was very hopeful.

“So where are we going?” Asked Omega

“Dagobah, we’re going to Dagobah, but first I need to eat, secondly there are a few things we need to discuss and thirdly, only three or four of us should go, the others should keep Omega safe.”

“I feel like there’s going to be a whole Jedi sort feel to this story” Fives laughed

“Well not completely, but you’re not wrong either” I laughed along with him.

“Does that mean, you’re going to tell me how you know about Obi-wan’s charms?” Asked Echo

“You’re never going to leave that alone, are you?” Hunter and Tech got up and headed for the cockpit, Omega headed for her room, Fives and Wrecker headed for the bunk room, leaving Echo and I alone.

“Why won’t you just tell me?”

“Why do I need to tell you about something that is so trifling, and doesn’t matter in our current predicament?”

“Because I need to know”

“You don’t need to know, what you want to know is if I personally experienced his charms, isn’t that true?”

“I … how … that’s …” Echo rubbed the back of his neck after his failure to start his sentence, “that’s not what I want to know.”

“Then why do you keep asking that question”

“I just didn’t think that Jedis, you know”

I just looked at him, “Echo, I married you.  I was learning to become a Jedi, remember?”

“Yeah, but I just didn’t think you were with anyone before me, I thought we had that in common”, that’s what he wanted to know! Man, why was he beating around the bush?

“Echo, my love” I kneeled before, cradling his face with one hand, holding his right hand with my left, “I love you.  Obi-wan is just a horrible flirt.  I was never interested in him.  I wasn’t interested in anyone other than you.  You have been and always will be the love of my life.  No one can compare to you.  They can’t hold a candle to your bravery, your courage, your kindness, your sweetness, the way you care for me, the way you look after your brothers, the way you look after Omega.  You are the best man I have ever known.  No one will ever change my opinion about that.  I love you and only you, and I have never been with anyone other than you.”

Echo looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me, with all the passion he could muster.  “I really wish we had our own room, and our own ship, right now.”

I laughed out loud, “well let’s get to a safe haven where we can pick up another ship, and you and I take an hour for ourselves.”

“I think maybe four hours is needed”

“Ha, if only we had that kind of time my love, an hour and a half?”

“Two”

“Done, but then we have to get this plan under way as soon as we land.”

“I know”, I pressed my forehead against his, soaking in his scent; Master Yoda was right, I would have to prepare myself for the eventuality of losing him for real, one day.  When I had thought I had lost him the first time, it nearly destroyed me, and it was because I wasn’t able to have a future with him.  Wasn’t able to live freely with him.  Now, I could.  If I were to lose him tomorrow, I can be comforted in knowing that I had married, and had been able to love him without reservation.  I would have no regrets with how I loved him.

“I love you, Echo”

“I love you, Phoenix”

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Bad Influence

The Lost Padawan

Part 5 of ?

Word Count: 1229

You were raised in the Jedi order, Padawan of Jedi Master Obiwan Kenobi.

It wasn't your first crash landing nor would it be your last, you and your friends had been thrown out of hyperspace and were now plummeting towards a desolate moon. "We're gonna die. We're gonna die. We're gonna- be- fine," Wrecker repeats to himself until he notices Omega looking at him worriedly.

You on the other hand were calm because out of all the terrifying situations you'd been in recently this wasn't very high up on the list. After you all impact the ground and come to a stop Omega hops out of her seat while the others talk.

"We need to find the capacitor then we can keep going," Echo says.

"Is it in here?" Omega asks, pulling out a random case.

"That's- Crosshairs weapon kit," Hunter says somewhat mournfully.

"That's it- I'm gonna say it, I miss him," Wrecker says.

They find the capacitor and Tech and Echo head out to install it before coming back shortly. "There, now we just need to fix the other systems that are failing."

Then the power goes out and Omega screams from the cockpit. "There as a thing, it had four legs and it was this long-" she says holding her arms out wide.

"You guys stay here, I'll go take care of it," Hunter says and turns to grab his gun.

"I'll go too-" you and Omega say at the same time.

Hunter's attention goes to Omega, seeing as there's no reason you can't go with to help. "No, you're staying here, it could be dangerous."

"But I'm part of the squad too," she says gently, already preparing to be rejected.

You mutter, "she's right," under your breath, gaining a glare from Hunter and a smile from Omega.

"Fine, both of you stay close," Hunter says and leads the way out of the ship. Omega skips her way off the ship, excited to be going with you and Hunter. "Kid, I know it's normal for the Jedi but you're going to have to stop arguing with orders," Hunter says to you.

You look at the clone with a smile, sticking your tongue out slightly, "I wasn't arguing, I was stating an opinion."

Your response gains a shake of his head, at least you weren't trying to take over leadership and that was probably as good as he'll get. Then he freezes, and you stop as well, having heard the rustling, Hunter sticks an arm out to stop Omega. Before you have a chance to do more the creature leaps at you, you jump out of the way, and Hunter takes the hit to keep Omega safe. He looses his oxygen mask and Omega hurries to put it on him, but it's too late he's knocked out for the time being.

"That's not great-" you comment and place a hand on Omega's shoulder, looking around for the creature.

"Tech- Echo, Wrecker?" she asks through the now not working com unit. "No answer- what do we do?"

"Hunter will wake up in a minute, but the creature will gone if we don't keep going," you say pointing to it as it climbs into a cave. "Grab his blaster, let's go," you say as you stand up.

"Alright," Omega says, sounding somewhat excited as she gets up to follow you. It doesn't take long to find the creature, and the two of you freeze as it growls at you. "Uh- I don't-" she stutters.

"It's alright," you say gently, your arm in front of her as she clutches the blaster. You reach for your lightsaber, but it isn't there, you'd forgotten to get it back from Hunter after you'd taken off, "okay... maybe not as alright, you know how to use that thing?" you ask about the blaster.

"Yeah," she says and takes aim at the creature then something changes in her eyes. "Wait, I have an idea," she says and lowers it.

"It can't hurt to try it, considering I don't have much of a plan," you laugh softly as you joke.

"Okay, trust me."

"I do," you respond and gain a smile from her.

With that she stands up and holds out her light before tossing it to the side and allowing the creature to leap at it and begin eating it. She then runs and grabs the capacitor off the ground and you follow close behind, climbing back out of the cave with her.

"Nice going, we girls gotta stick together," you joke, feeling comfortable with Omega.

"Thanks!"

Then the two of you run into a distressed looking Hunter, "where did you go?" he asks worriedly.

"The mission was to get the capacitor so we did," Omega says, holding it up.

He seems to want to ask more questions but then his eyes settle on the blaster in Omega's grip, "is that my blaster?"

"Yeah, but we didn't have to use it."

"Yeah, Omega came up with a plan and kept us from needing to use it, which was good considering someone never returned my lightsaber," you say snarkily and give him a pointed look, "it was a pretty good plan too."

Omega looks happy about your praise and Hunter just shakes his head, "alright, let's get back to the ship," he says. Great, the two of you were just going to fuel one another. How did he end up with not one but two children who can't seem to listen in life or death situation, you could at least handle yourself but Omega was still learning.

You and Omega talk to each other the whole way back to the ship, since you aren't needing to be quiet and track down any creatures. Omega was like a breath of fresh air for you, sure you were a few years older, but you hadn't ever really spent time with kids who were allowed to act like kids. You had grown up seeing the good and the bad of the galaxy, you'd been right in the middle of it growing up on Coruscant. On the other end of the spectrum was Omega, she was brilliant but had absolutely no idea how things worked out in the wild, as you'd seen on Saleucami. You were definitely a bad influence on her, but don't get things mixed up, she was just as much of an influence on you, quickly building some sort of chaotic good sisterhood. It was fun.

Once the ship was back in the air Hunter finally gave you your lightsaber back, once again saying, "nothing stupid, alright?"

You eagerly take it back since it was basically the only item you owned and could call your own, when you don't respond to Hunter's question he pulls it back before you can actually take it. You roll your eyes, "fine nothing stupid," you say, but as soon as it is safely back on your hip you add, "unless you don't catch me," before scurrying off to the other end of the ship.

Hunter already knows you're going to be the death of him. Omega was defiant in the way where she wanted to help but had no idea what she was doing and kept accidentally getting herself in trouble and trying to give him a heart attack. You on the other hand knew exactly what you were doing every single time you'd get yourself in trouble and felt no remorse for your actions.

[wwheeljack]

You answered my Crosshair question perfectly, thank you so much! Now I'm wondering, what would the other tbb boys think of their younger and adult selves? I know you said you're struggling with writing, so maybe this will be a good way to take a break? Please take your time answering, thank you!!

!! Another message hhhhh (I love the one you sent me about grumpy Crosshair, as that was a good thing for me to think of last night)!! Thank you so much for giving me a distraction and a way to try and think of the boys, Empress!!

Going oldest from youngest of the remaining three:

Wrecker:

Cadet!Wrecker would be absolutely in love with how awesome and powerful he'll be as an adult. He sees how he's his brothers' emotional rock, and how much he will risk for his family, and Cadet!Wrecker strives to be that man every day of his life.

He'd freeze a little seeing how much his injury affects him, but also would see that Wrecker willingly risked his life to save Tech. Cadet!Wrecker is, truthfully, the one who was the steadiest in growth from when he was a kid to a full-grown soldier. Wrecker definitely had to make improvements to his temper that he works on as he matures and ages, but he is the one who changed the least.

He's their emotional rock, after all, and their oldest brother - no matter the fact Wrecker doesn't ever want to lead, he still takes responsibility and will do what needs to be done to support his brothers. In all truths, Wrecker is the only one of the brothers who Hunter will look to for support, since Hunter feels he cannot pressure Tech with his own worries, and Hunter sometimes needs his oldest brother's support.

Cadet!Wrecker would beg for his older self to be open about his own hurt and feelings with his brothers, as he sees how he hides his pain and feelings behind a smile and a reassuring "Heh, I'm all good, Tech!" when Wrecker is anything but alright...

And Adult!Wrecker?

Adult!Wrecker would see how his life goal has always been to support his brothers, and to care for them indefinitely. He'd be proud of how hard cadet!Wrecker worked in his classes, even when Wrecker struggles with always concentrating on his schoolwork and would rather work his energy out in the weights room or during a simulation.

If there is one thing Adult!Wrecker would wish he could change about his cadet years, it would be how he acted when Crosshair first arrived into their unit. Wrecker was unaware of how his loudness and brash excitement made Crosshair feel very nervous, and thus made it harder for Crosshair to accept Wrecker and Hunter - so he'd encourage his younger self to give Crosshair time. To allow Crosshair to come to him when Crosshair actually felt comfortable with his loud brother.

Hunter:

Oh, Hunter... :(

Cadet!Hunter would look at his older self and just see the stress he's going to be under during the war. How his older self makes so many mistakes early on in the war because of how scared Hunter is - how Hunter constantly thinks he has to be strong and can't show his weakness/vulnerabilities to his brothers.

Adult!Hunter makes so many mistakes that Cadet!Hunter would never have imagined himself making, be they failing to communicate openly with Tech, or allowing his stress to further Hunter's arguments with Crosshair in the later years of the wars... Cadet!Hunter sees what the war does to him... how the war closes him off and makes Hunter so focused on what he could lose (his brothers) and how to prevent that... that Hunter forgets he needs comfort to..

Cadet!Hunter would be begging for adult!Hunter to allow himself to open up to his brothers about his many nightmares of losing his brothers... Anything to let Hunter remember he deserves comfort too...

And Adult!Hunter?

Hoo boy... Adult!Hunter would see how open he was, how hard he worked to comfort his brothers, and that he would seek out comfort from Wrecker before the war. Then he'd remember what the war has done, with the lingering prospect of losing his family hanging over his head and influencing his decisions and how he acts around his team?

Of all of them, Hunter is the one who really needs a hug... He always gives his brothers the time to worry over them and hug them... and forgets he needs the same in turn. Adult!Hunter would see how hard he was always trying to protect his brothers as a cadet, and that he was able to be open with them! That he doesn't have to close himself off and act so serious all the time... even during a war.

Adult!Hunter would likely sit down and cry as he remembers how much the war has taken from him, without ever actually stealing one of his brothers from him :/

Tech:

Oh boy. Tech has the most development from me, and thus... well... He has a lot of thoughts on himself...

Cadet!Tech would see how happy his adult self really is with his brothers and be proud! Proud that he escapes Sullo Pria physically and finds a family of brothers who would do anything (including kill) to protect Tech. Cadet!Tech would be somewhat flustered and surprised to see how close he becomes with Crosshair, and how their relationship is one of silent support - and he'd be so excited that he! That Tech could make friends!!!

But then Cadet!Tech would see what Tech's really doing to himself during the war and he'd want to yell at his older self to stop! Because, as the war progresses, Tech starts to shut his emotions away, to better serve his brothers.

He pushes all of his emotions down and represses them so that he cannot provide a distraction for his brothers due to his emotional self, and that leaves Adult!Tech suffering silently as he pushes his grief and sorrow and stress and fear into a tiny part of himself that he has to build up to keep himself from being a distraction.

Adult!Tech honestly believes his emotions are dangerous for his family, and that is why he represses them for so long. Once he saw how easy it was for his brothers to "weaken" because of Tech's emotions and distractible nature, Tech decided he had to fix those "bad" parts of himself by suppressing every single emotion he has inside him.

So his brothers see their youngest brother calm and level-headed and the calm glue of their family... when Cadet!Tech and Adult!Tech both know that he's struggling inside. Cadet!Tech would be very frustrated with his older self, and he'd try to make logical statements to how unhealthy it is to suppress your emotions... but Adult!Tech believes he is making the correct decision to help his brothers...

Then Adult!Tech...

Well... my Tech has so many thoughts on how he was raised, because those first four years continue to influence his ever decision to this day...

If he could change everything, Tech would make it so that he was never given to Sullo Pria... even if it meant he never met his brothers, or met them in a different manner then he did and thus had a different relationship with them. He is so convinced that she made him the weakest point of the team (and he has been acknowledged as Crosshair's weakness by the Kaminoans, which will be addressed when I eventually finish the cadet!Crosshair fic), that he'd do anything to change that... without ever realizing that his arrival to the team changed them all for the better.

Adult!Tech thinks he has to improve himself however possible, and he'd look at his younger self and regret everything - not being able to stand up to Sullo Pria, being oblivious to the fact it wasn't normal for her to beat him as much as she did, nor was it normal for Kaminoans to become so possessive of the clones they were tasked to train. Tech's goal has always been to protect and help his brothers in anyway he can, and if that meant changing his past so that he wasn't so "weak"... he'd try it.

He doesn't see how much his brothers need him, need their sad, broken nerd who needed affection and companionship and brothers who would risk everything for him, because Tech doesn't believe he is that to his brothers. He can acknowledge that his brothers love him, but he does not believe that he could ever be the force that saved his brothers and gave all three of them purpose.

But... if Tech could not change that much of his past, he would scream at his younger self to stand up for himself against Sullo Pria... even if she killed him, because he hurt his brothers by spying on them (against his will)... and because Tech knows that no good comes from how she raised him.

All Tech sees is that she made him emotional, when she wanted to remove his emotions, destroyed his confidence and thus always makes him second-guess his brothers words, and that her influence remains inside him even after the war... Tech finds himself to be a liability and he wishes he could change that part of himself as a cadet so that his brothers didn't have to spend their time worrying about him so much...

Tech seriously needs to realize how important he is - unchanged, just as he came - to his brothers... but I really have no idea how to approach the idea and have it work with my self-doubting Tech who has no self-confidence in anything but his intelligence... and who always doubts that he really means anything to his brothers.

How do I write that, and make it so he finally understands? It's an idea I keep trying to think of a solution to... and I have not found one yet...

[geniusinventora]

》〉 how does gyro deal with friendships ? who are the people he considers friends ? has his definition changed since he was younger ? if so, why did it change ? // @ragefeathers​

YOU AREN’T GETTING THE 5 POINT ONE, YOU GET AN ESSAY FOR THIS ONE. HOPE YOU’RE READY HARI. 

Also this got extremely long so... If you write a Della, Donald, Gladstone, or Fethry, and wanna reblog this feel free? Like feel free. We can also talk about it if you want.

          So  here’s  the  thing.  Gyro  was  never  around  people  his  age  UNTIL  he  started  working  for  Scrooge.  So,  to  understand  how  he  comprehended  friendship-  think  about  looking  at  something  through  definitions  and  words  alone.  Like  the  idea  of  land,  when  you’ve  only  known  the  sea.  By  all  definitions,  and  connotations  he  knew  the  word,  but  he  didn’t  have  friendships  as  a  child.  He  had  no  one  really  close  to.  His  brother  was,  well...  an  annoying  little  shit  in  the  kindest  of  terms.  His  brother  messed  with  his  inventions,  and  constantly  was  a  reason  that  they  were  becoming  as  much  of  a  problem  as  they  were.  Gyro  was  homeschooled  by  his  father,  Fulton,  until  he  was  13.  After  that,  he  sped  through  homeschooling  alone  by  his  own  drive.  Then,  he  went  to  college  and  got  his  first  Doctorate  by  the  age  of  16.  So  for  the  first  16  years,  he  was  really  only  around  his  family  in  their  farm  house.  After  that?  Akita.  After  that?  FOWL.  It  wasn’t  until  Scrooge  took  him  in  at  the  age  of  25  that  he  had  finally  met  people  his  age:  and  those  people  were  the  Duck  Cousins.

          They  are  the  primary  (and  really  the  only  people)  that  he  would  consider  friends,  but  again  his  definition  isn’t  quite  right.  He  has  plenty  more  friends  beyond  those  four,  but  they  are  his  real  FIRST  friends.  Even  their  friendship  was  formed  on  rocky  starts.  When  you  aren’t  around  peers,  or  even  really  people  for  most  of  your  life,  and  the  people  you  DO  know  are  those  like  Akita,  and  Heron,  and  Bradford....  well  you  don’t  know  how  to  talk  to  people.  There’s  no  way  Gyro  could  talk  without  it  only  coming  out  as  sass,  snark,  insults,  or  ridicule  of  the  people  around  him.  Scrooge,  in  an  attempt  to  help  the  man  made  him  a  set  of  cards.  Note  cards  to  help  reference  when  he  needed  to  socialize.  In  fact,  they  were  the  same  note  cards  that  we  see  in  “The  Great  Dime  Chase”.  He’s  had  those  cards  since  the  moment  he  got  them.  Not  only  that,  but  there  are  4  additional  handwritings  on  those  cards  that  aren’t  Mr.  McDuck’s-  Gladstone,  Fethry,  Donald,  and  Della.

          I’m  taking  a  little  bit  of  this  from  @lunarspeared​,  since  she  is  Della  I  developed  this  with,  but  Della  constantly  dragged  Gyro  along,  and  visited  him  in  the  lab.  It  took  him  about  6  months  to  finally  be  able  to  hold  a  conversation  with  her  without  referencing  the  cards.  Next  was  Gladstone.  After  that  was  Fethry,  and  last  was  Donald.  Donald,  however,  took  nearly  a  year  out  of  fear.  Della  and  the  others  had  somewhat  warned  Gyro  of  his  anger,  and  there  were  several  notes  on  things  not  to  say  (90%  which  was  “don’t  insult  him”).  Gyro  however,  at  this  point  did  consider  them  all  friends.  Even  when  Della  dragged  him  out  of  the  lab  and  on  the  occasional  adventure,  or  just  a  family  outing-  he  really  did  enjoy  spending  time  with  his  peers.  It  really  was  the  first  time  he  had  made  friends.

          So  he  went  from  knowing  the  concept  of  land,  to  actually  being  able  to  walk  on  it.  Due  to  Gyro’s  personality,  and  his  extreme  measures,  Gyro  swore  to  protect  the  cousins  and  be  as  good  as  he  could  to  them.  Della  and  him  usually  spent  time  in  his  (recently)  wrecked  lab,  or  annoying  the  others.  Gladstone  and  Gyro  had  begun  to  develop  an  “experiment”  to  prove  that  “Gladstone’s  Luck  was  nothing  but  Statistical  Probability”,  and  even  with  Fethry  we  would  do  his  best  to  share  common  interests,  though  there  were  vast  differences  in  fish  and  robotics.  Fethry  was  always  pretty  patient  and  happy,  which  made  Gyro  feel  at  ease.

          Donald  though,  Donald  he  learned  how  to  care  for  people.  He  learned  how  to  look  at  the  smaller  things,  even  the  things  that  annoyed  you  about  someone  and  appreciate  them.  He  learned  calming  techniques,  because  while  Gyro  didn’t  have  the  McDuck  rage,  it  didn’t  take  long  for  anyone  to  learn  that  he  was  extremely  petty  and  vindictive  and  would  give  into  his  impulsive  desires  of  payback.  While  Gyro  can  still  be  rude  to  Donald,  and  seem  disrespectful  he  always  held  Donald  on  a  high  pedestal.  Della  might  have  been  the  glue  to  keep  the  group  together,  but  Donald  was  the  strength  to  make  sure  it  didn’t  fall  apart.  It  was  like  he  was  getting  an  outside  of  a  close  knit  friend  group,  and  then  somehow  he  ended  up  being  a  part  of  it.  He  got  to  be  with  them,  like  that  for  5  of  the  best  years  of  his  life.

          His  definition  of  friendship  changed  because  he  was  finally  able  to  see  it,  and  experience  it.  Gyro  deals  with  friendships  in  a  very...  odd  way.  Usually  he  has  nicknames  for  people,  though  Donald  and  Fethry  are  some  of  the  exceptions  to  that  rules  (Aces  being  Gladstone,  and  Lab  Wrecker  being  Della).  He  tends  to  antagonize  his  friends  more,  but  if  he  notices  he  takes  it  too  far  he  backs  down  almost  instantly,  trying  to  learn  where  lines  still  lay.  After  the  SOS,  he  backed  off  a  lot,  from  everyone.  He  was  disappointed  in  himself,  and  knew  he  held  some  of  the  blame.  Scrooge  could  blame  himself  about  the  equipment,  but  Gyro  had  been  the  one  who  made  it.  There  was  no  getting  out  of  that  guilt  for  Gyro.  So  he  distanced  himself  from  the  only  other  3  friends  he  had.

          Then  his  definition  changed  again,  and  he  was  back  at  sea.  It  was  only  until  Fenton  and  Manny  had  entered  the  lab  he  lightened  up  again,  if  only  barely.  He  wants  nothing  more  than  to  just-  resume  the  friendships  that  he  feels  had  ended  those  10  years  ago.  However,  as  much  as  he  learned  before,  he  still  never  quite  learned  how  to  say  sorry.  To  face  an  actual  problem  of  his.  The  10  years  without  his  friends,  the  peers  that  he  had  grown  close  to  regressed  his  social  abilities  by  quite  a  bit.  He  went  back  to  being  snarky,  cold,  and  emotionally  distant  to  nearly  everyone  around  him.

          But  that  doesn’t  mean  he  wouldn’t  jump  into  the  water  and  swim  to  land  if  one  of  his  friends  needed  help.  That’s  what  he  did  in  Shadow  War,  with  Donald  and  the  voice  box  (how  else  would  Gyro  have  known  REALLY  a  way  to  fix  that  without  having  been  close  and  known  why  Donald’s  voice  was  the  way  it  was?)  Or  why  he  reprogrammed  the  DT87  the  instant  Della  asked  him  to  cause  of  Louie  being  grounded.  Or  the  Moonvasion,  or  any  of  the  countless  times  he  helps  people.  He  wants  to  do  good,  and  he  does  have  a  desire  to  be  a  good  person.  He  may  act  like  a  villain,  but  he  really  is  rather  soft  underneath  now.

          It’s  less  of  what  changed  about  his  definition  of  friendship,  and  more  about  how  friendship  changed  the  definition  of  him.

[kyulkyungs]

reverse-idol!doyoung | pt.2

Request: heyyy! i just found your blog while looking for seventeen and nct aus and honestly so far i’ve read everything of the masterlist and your work is amazing. Since the request box is open i was wondering if you could do a part 2 of doyoung reverse idol au? something like where one lucky fan get selected to go on the date with reader and doyoung gets picked. can’t help but ask since doyoung reverse idol au have to be my favorite and it’s rare that you find many doyoung aus on Tumblr. (Hi!!! Thank you!!! This really made my day akgndndhsjab)

(part 1 found here!)

others: jaehyun (part 2) | jaemin (part 2) | haechan (part 2) | renjun | jisung

so honestly after meeting you at a fansign, doyoung had been so, so, so elated

the others begged him to at least see a couple photos but he keeps kicking them back

thEY’RE PRECIOUS YOU CAN SEE THEM WHEN I’VE MADE ANOTHER EDIT

he’s actually really proud of them though since they’re pretty high quality

taeyong just wants to see his baby bias wrecker c’mon

but after seeing you in person doyoung has an even greater respect for you

because despite the exhaustion and hard work you have to go through every hour of the day, you’re smiling in every single one of the photos he has

when he hears rumors of a guerrilla concert he goes into full on frenzy mode???

it’s like a full on heist team with him and the others to find out where, when, and why??? like you’re already loaded with the schedules so this???

but a part of him pushes that side down since it was most likely planned by your group and………

he’ll get to you see you again

right at the moment where the boys are still scouring over social media posts, that were also asking questions and screaming, there’s a vlive alert and they all pOUNCE

you’re the first one that pops up on screen and you look confused because of those darn connection issues

but doyoung can barely suppress this goofy grin on his face for you

and then you check your phone to see how good the connection is on there and that’s when he spots the little key chain he gave you at the fansign

and his heart does a little beep because wOW??? you kept it???!!! and used it?!?!

and when one of your members pokes fun at you for being childish with the keychain, you defend yourself by roasting them so horridly that another member falls over laughing

and doyoung is so proud of you and laughs so loudly cause he can’t help it

and taeyong is shocked his baby has grown up so much, which leads to doyoung swatting him some more

but eventually you and the other members are talking excitedly about the guerrilla concert and as fate would have it……….

the connection drops right when you guys were going to announce the location

which makes all the guys scream and shake the screen around

but it quickly cuts back in to your group screaming as well and shaking you because…. just because

bUT AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT!!!!

the concert would be held in a park that was only half an hour away from where doyoung and his pals lived and he was???? elated!!!!

he got to see you again!! and he had an advantage of knowing the park inside and out because the guys played there all the time and he just

wow he’s so excited!!!!

and then over the course of the next week, the boys are all planning who’s bringing what and where they’re going to be seated to watch

it wasn’t actually revealed where exactly in the park you’d be performing in, so it was up to them to figure out

they had an entire whoppin’ load of bulletin board, connecting strings, and multiple photos set up like they were solving a conspiracy

until sicheng literally just pulled up your group’s social media account and the most recent post was an apology for forgetting that detail and then the location of where it’d be the day before the concert

the day of, doyoung was so so so excited but he didn’t want to look like a complete dork

(it was too late for that lmao)

but he played everything off and pretended to be That Super Cool Guy

and the only reason why he brought five sd cards this time was because he “wanted more editing material and pictures because the others kept bothering him for some pictures”

and while his friends and him are waiting, they are eventually joined by a bunch of other fans

and he can tell that there’s some that traveled many hours away just to see your group and it kind of warms his heart because it shows that your dreams are coming true

and eventually the stage that was already set up begins to light up and doyoung is exhaling with relief because he’s so glad his friends and him got there p early since they have a pretty good view of the stage

and when you come on stage to greet everyone, you’re letting someone else do the greeting while you scan the crowd

and you see a familiar camera snapping photos and a grin behind that lens

and you make sure to smile and then like last time…

give him a thumbs up and small nod as if to say ‘did it come out well’?

and doyoung moves the camera away and mouths ‘always does’

and you swear it’s the sun peeking through the clouds that warms up your cheeks

while you’re performing, doyoung manages to succeed in taking very lovely photos

his favorite is when you’re not looking directly at the camera and your eyes are looking somewhat down and your eyelashes are really thick and prominent and your hair is falling a little over your face but it’s enough for someone to see the fullness of your lips

totally not doyoung’s words

but he has so many fine shots of you and some of the others as well

after the concert, you guys are thanking everyone who showed up and saying goodbye

and the boys are packing up their stuff and making sure they have everything and everyone

i swear johnny and his giant self got separated walking in a large open space

and when everyone is leaving and watching the tech crew start deconstructing everything, mark complains of thirst since he shared the rest of his bottle with yuta laser eyes

so they all make a stop at a local cafe to sit down and relax and talk about everything for a bit

while doyoung is looking through his pictures, he looks up for a second and sees nearly the same exact image from his screen

up and down up and down anD YOU’RE THERE??????

he freaks out highkey, which gathers your attention and all of a sudden you’RE COMING OVER!!!!!

the others realize what’s going on and push him a little and he flushes and you’re laughing at the sight because it’s p funny and kind of………c u t e

you’re standing in front of the table and smiling specifically at doyoung but you do make your rounds and doyoung is grateful for sitting at the end of the table cause he’s closest to you

“did you come here to buy a drink?” doyoung finds himself asking and then you’re nodded and laughing a little

“actually i’m here to buy my entire group drinks… i lost rock paper scissors……… but i wouldn’t mind losing every time if it ended up like this”

and doyoung catches on realizing what you meant when you make eye contact with him and turn red and start shuffling your feet

in an instant, doyoung stands and is offering to buy all the drinks for you

and you’re turning even redder because nOO…….. he couldn’t possibly…… he doesn’t have to

and he pulls a smooth move and is basically like “you worked hard for it, you deserve it”

and just slides past you with an angelic smile and you’re watching him walk into the line and the guys at the table are all chuckling and laughing a little

“is he usually like that?”

“lOL no he??? pffff”

and then you realize that doyoung is getting closer to the counter and he has no idea what to order so you rush over there and nearly crash into him

but you come to a stop right next to him and……..

your shoulders are brushing and wow he’s……. he’s really warm

and he smiles down at you and laughs a little at your red face but

don’t tell anyone but he’s screaming on the inside big time

“so what did your group want?”

“oh……..”

“??????” doyoung sees you fiddling with your hands and turning even redder and he finds that actually really, really endearing and cute

“well…………………… you see……………… actually…………… i came in here because………….. uh… because i saw you come in here………. and i used my group as an excuse to see you again……”

and then doyoung is smiling really widely because.. him??? out of all people???

he only saw you once and….. wow????

and you get really flustered and start babbling about this and that but doyoung is still having a mini heart attack

“well… what do you want?”

and you were mid-babble so you were confused until doyoung referred to the menu and asked you what you wanted

“uhh… you don’t have to get us anything still…….”

“since you don’t have to get your group anything, i want to get you something”

and your heart starts to beat a little faster and when you see the genuine smile and gleam in his eyes you find yourself smiling too

and you were definitely sure that in any rock paper scissors battle… you’d lose every time if it ended up like this

[buddykins-blog]

WiR Fanfiction

Summary:

A little short story about everyone's favorite female bad guy and the troubles she comes to face when Ralph's new life has an impact on the rest of bad-anon members. Mature and dramatic scenes entailed! This chapter focuses on Ralph and Vanellope at the bad annon meeting, next chapter is about Sorceress and her friend.

Dark Castle:

The bad anon meeting was starting in about thirty minutes, but this one was going to be different for the first time in a long time. It has been a little over a month since Sugar Rush was restored to the way it was supposed to be and Fix-it Felix Jr. had become a nicer and more welcoming environment for everyone. It was Ralph's idea that brought the game new life by making apartments for all the homeless characters by using the old building parts and they even made several buildings for anyone looking for a small getaway.

However at the previous meeting Ralph asked Clyde about hosting the meeting in one of the vacant buildings and that he could even provide snacks courtesy of Vanellope. And the group was more than happy to agree to the idea.

So now Ralph was setting up the penthouse for the meeting; hanging their sign and bringing chairs out from the closet. "Hey Stinkbrain, it's crooked." Vanellope called out as she looked up from the bar area where she was sitting eating some of the snacks they had just set up.

"Is not." the wrecker huffed looking up at the banner confused. The only reason he knew it wasn't crooked like she was saying was because he put the corners at the top of the wall; he didn't need a measure when it was against the ceiling. But not a moment later the little nail on the left side slipped from the wall and that half of the banner fell.

"Now it is." smirked the little troublemaker causing Ralph to grown. She glitched over to the sign looking for the missing nail and gave it to him.

Taking the nail Ralph jammed it back in place with his finger putting a small hole in the wall; but after giving the banner a test tug he was satisfied it didn't move an inch. "See kid, who needs Felix and his hammer?" he was more than smirking at his little joke. Just then there was a knock at the door before it opened to Sorceress and Clyde, "Oh hey guys, did you find it okay?"

"Yes, thanks to your guides." The blue villian smiled at the host. Ralph was worried about the other members getting lost on their way here since most of them had never even been in his game before, and any that have been would find it changed drastically. So to help with directions he had put up about a dozen signs leading his guests to the penthouse; and a little before the meeting started everyone was happily taking their seats along with some snacks and a drink.

Ever since the Cybug incident and after the word had spread around, slowly things were getting better for all the members; and Clyde had brought this up as a thought which the others all were feeling too. "It's like in Sugar Rush too." Vanellope chimed in from the bar where she had been sitting quietly listening in. "Opps. sorry." she shrunk in on herself when she saw everyone turn to her.

"No no, that's quite alright Vanellope, why don't you explain to us what you meant?" Clyde still being the lead for the most part prompted her to continue her thought.

"Well in my game there isn't any bad or good guy roles, it's just racing. Before I met Ralph everyone treated me like how you guys said." a glitch rolled through her features as some of the emotional memories can up. "But now they treat me better. Taffeta and a few others are still mean though, but not everyone is like them." a small frown crossed Ralph's face knowing that even though everything was fixed it still wasn't the way it should have been.

"See Ralph, I told you; Ralph is a good guy." Zangief reminded the group of his montra from before. And truth be told, the wrecker had felt better about himself since first hear that; even if he would never say it.

It wasn't long after that the meeting was coming to an end and the group joined together for the acclimation; this time Ralph speaking along with the others as he now believed in himself and those words. Sorceress was the last one to the door as Ralph and Vanellope were having some left over snacks. Looking back at the two she decided there was no reason for her to go back to her castle and be alone for another night. "Mind if I join you two?" she asked politely as she floated over to a bar stool.

"Come on, dive right in!" Vanellope was more than happy to slide over a plate piled with an assortment of snacks for the elven woman. "So… can I ask what your name is? I kinda forgot it." the little racer asked sheepishly.

A small smile crossed Sorceress' face, Vanellope didn't have to know her name to have conversation with her but here she was wanting to know regardless. "I am Sorceress, from Dark Castle." she introduced herself as she floated up and gave a curtsey, "It's a pleasure to meet you President Vanellope Von Schweetz."

"Well at least someone has some manners." the game leader glared at Ralph who only ever called her president sarcastically. "Oh what's your game like? You already know mines a racing game and Ralph here just has to climb the building, but what do you do?" Even Ralph was eager to hear as he never heard the whole story behind her game, only that the good guy hates her even if the other characters don't hold a grudge against her.

"Well in short I kill the princess." her blood red eyes look down at her hands sadly. She never wanted to kill her best friend, and now she had to kill her friends daughter every day too. But even so, it was fun to see their faces go from curious to shocked so fast, although it wasn't uncommon for the bad guys to kill someone in the event of the player losing.

"The game starts out with a cut scene of me trying to gain more power, but I need a worthy sacrifice during the full moon and so I kidnap the princess from the human kingdom." her telling wasn't very detailed but she didn't want them to know how much more she really did; even if it was just in her code. "Then the king, the strongest knight, fights through my army with his soldiers and raids my castle. If the player can defeat my champion then the king kills me, but if the king dies or time runs out the player losses." that was the basic and important parts of her game in all honesty, while she never really knew all the details of the player's adventure she had heard it is somewhat frightening and very dangerous.

Vanellope was beyond interested in the tale and wanted to know more about the mysterious woman. "And you kill the princess?!" her eyes as wide as her plate.

Sorceress nodded slightly. "That is what the program makes me do." her eyes had lost the lightness she had when telling her story. Truth was the sacrifice did not actually kill the princess, instead it left her bleeding in pain even after the game over and only after she died did the pain go away. It hurt to see the princess dying because over the years they had grown to be friends, but her father still resented the villain role for being the one to hurt his daughter.

Ralph could see the hurt in her eyes, it's a similar pain that he felt for the past thirty years. "Hey you know what you should do?" he asked giving her a nudge.

"What?"

"Why don't you take some of this stuff back and tomorrow you can share it with her as an apology?" Ralph had come up with the idea thinking about how at the end of each day Mary brought him a cake. So he figured if it worked on a bad guy why wouldn't it work on the princess.

That was actually a good idea. The thought came to Sorceress that her and the princess could become better friends this way. While the king would still hate her as he always had, even with the current change in the way bad guys were treated, it would make her game better knowing that she and the princess could have a better relationship. "Thank you Ralph! That is a wonderful idea!"

"Come on, we can help carry some stuff over for you." Ralph offered as he and Vanellope both got up from their stools at the counter.

And soon enough the three friends found themselves in Dark Castle putting the snacks on a table in a room that players didn't see. "Alright you all set then Sorceress?" sugary bits being dusted off his overalls when he asked her.

"Yes I think I will be just fine thanks to you two." The dark elf smiled fondly at the two of them before they left for their own games to prepare for the new day. And that night the spell caster went to bed thinking of how her new day might go and what she might do to make it new.

Author's Notes:

So I had inspiration for this and couldn't help myself. There is still more to this story already written. let me know what you thought and I'll be back soon!~ (thanks for reading!)