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sinfulsalutations · 10 months

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𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕒𝕣𝕔 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪɴꜱɪꜱᴛꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ/ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴇᴄʜᴏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ!

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 3.7ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ☆ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ/ɪ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ - ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴇʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ - ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ - ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

⋆ ★ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴀᴏ3 ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ'ᴅ, ʟᴏᴡ-ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴛᴠ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴇᴄʜᴏ :((((( ʜ��ᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ 🤍

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“We can make this work.”

The room instantly stills with her insistence; a claustrophobic air of expectation surrounds Echo as her eyes, the eyes he thought he’d never see again, look at him like he is the same person she fell in love with.

The same man who proudly showed off his ARC kit and flexed his muscles jokingly because of a lame tip Fives had given him. Who made out with her a couple of corridors away from General Skywalker, so enraptured in their heavy petting they didn’t even notice when he’d banged on the door for them to get out. The same man who kissed her goodbye for the last time before going off the citadel on a life-risking mission.

How can she not see that the person standing in front of her isn’t the Echo she used to love?

Damp eyes plead silently and she takes a small step forward, reaching out her arms almost like she wanted to engulf him in a warm embrace. But Echo steps away and oh-so softly shakes his head, all to ease her down gently.

She tilts her head; he can't stop himself before he's grimacing.

Kriff, does his heart want to break; it wants to shatter. He can’t bear the thought of what he has to tell her. Not when she’s even more beautiful than before, incredibly pained yet exponentially mature with the years of his absence etched onto her face.

She looks exhausted, awaiting any moment she'll be allowed to retire. Not just his death, but the lives of so many of his brothers have weighted her back, turned her into another tragic story of Atlas. Echo can't dare imagine adding more for her to carry on her shoulders.

“No, cyare, I don’t think you understand,” Echo tells her, eyes darting from his hands to her face. “I’m- I’m not the trooper you met all those years ago.”

Her face contorts, eyebrows pushing together with her head tilted to the side. He grunts in frustration at the back of his throat, squeezing her hand softly for emphasis as he talks.

“Just look at me,” He pleads. “I’m more karkin’ battle droid than human. You- You don’t want me.”

It’s unsettling, how she looks at him. Still lovestruck in a fantasy even after what he's said. Echo cranes his neck.

“It–” His voice dies when the first word forces itself out; he grunts softly and scrunches his eyes, trying to compose his thoughts better. It's overwhelming; never in a thousand years did he think this would happen. That he’d be in her apartment again; that he’d get to see her again. And that she’d still want him.

“It isn’t fair on you,” He finally manages to say.

The expression on her face Echo isn’t able to read. He used to be so good at telling what she was thinking.

Now she perplexes him; just like everything else in this new life of his.

“Why-why would you think you’re not good enough for me?” How her voice sounds more choked than his, Echo isn’t sure; but it still seizes his heartbeat all the same.

He hadn’t noticed before, but her hands have slowly separated themselves from where they held his and reached up, hovering over his face, shaking slightly in the air as she waits for his permission to continue. He gives it, nonverbally, with a dip of his chin, despite everything supposedly logical in his head saying he shouldn’t allow it.

As her hand cups his cheek, elegant and warm against his skin, he grimaces painfully with a creased brow.

“Because–” He begins, losing his argument the longer he thinks it over. “I said it already. None of this is fair on you.”

“What’s ‘this’?” She responds immediately. To anyone else, she might’ve seemed confused, an ignorant, greedy, and impatient lover who isn’t listening to him. But in her presence again, he picks up on her little mannerisms, her patterns of behavior. It’s a comforting sensation. One of familiarity.

Will he learn how to read her mind again? Only time can tell him, Echo promptly concludes.

“This body,” He responds without a single stammer. Echo wants to look her in the eyes and give her the assurance she needs, but instead, they dart back and forth with uncertainty.

“This life with me, this–“ He groans, the back of his throat dry. “We can’t be normal, cyare.”

A meek ‘pfft’ noise falls past her lips, eyes fluttering up and down in what seems as though a measly attempt at an eye roll.

“We’ve never been normal,” She responds.

Echo frowns far too automatically. Tragically? in part, she isn’t wrong. Allowing yourself to fall for a soldier and let him into your life isn't easy, even for the most tough-willed. Nights when he'd return bloodied and bruised unearth themselves from his clouded memory, and fragments of moments where she'd try to muffle her quiet sobs of relief, wiping away her tears as he held her tight in his arms recur beside them. She constantly lived with a fear he'd never return, and even that came true. His shoulders heave.

“Maybe we haven’t, but-but you know what I mean,” he persists with complete seriousness. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t give you the life you deserve.” He gestures to the space around them, the space between them. “One with the perfect, handsome husband and a family and a house.”

When she shrugs, leaning in further and cupping his cheek, he holds back the wry face he wants to flash; she pushes him backward, further into her room, closer to the bed; he still has her layout memorized and etched into his retention. It's one of the only things that the Separatists didn't extract from his brain.

"I don't want 'perfect,'" She makes air quotations in the air as she says that, thinking of the ideal life Echo had illustrated for her. "I want you. I want you just as much as I did before."

He frowns.

"Even with all this?" A hand hovers over hers, gesturing for her to look, really look at the body he has, the metal and the circuits and the superficialness of it all. She gazes for a moment before looking up again.

"If I'm to be completely honest..." She begins, moving so their chests are so close to touching, so close to pressing together so they become one person again, one entity of pure love and adoration. Perhaps those feelings can be revoked unchanged, an optimistic shadow of Echo hopes. "It makes me love you more."

Before he can beg the question how?, she's already continuing. Her other hand reaches up and cups his face endearingly.

"It shows everyone, even me, how strong you are," She marvels innocently, yet undeniably heartwarming. A sting of pain stakes throug his stomach. "My brave ARC trooper who went through and hell and back, and still came back just as wonderful."

His gaze drifts down again; somehow, her words make him even more terrified of looking into her eyes. What if, one day, she looks into his eyes, and doesn’t see that? Sees what he does, a broken figment of a man, a clone who failed his purpose, a soldier who can’t follow orders, no matter how hard they try. And then all this love he’s undeservingly graced with will be gone in just an instant. How selfish of him.

"Just as wonderful..." She still continues. "Just as handsome."

His eyebrows push together, and she pulls him down to kiss where his creases meet; she is a splendor of honey and healing between them in ways he never knew possible. Echo's eyes widen suddenly when he feels her lips against his, for the first time in what felt like a thousand eternities. Something in that moment is stilled; and for a fraction, everything is good. Everything is perfect.

"You're beautiful, Echo," She whispers against him. Her forehead comes to rest where he dips down. His eyes are still closed, but he can picture how she might look quite well. Eyes filled with adoration and hope, hope he so desperately wants her to share with him.

"How-" He begins, choking slightly; his eyes shut harder. If he focuses hard enough, he can't feel her touch; the touch he feels so undeserving of. "How can you say that so easily?"

There’s a thin, unmeaningful pause in the air.

"It's second nature," She responds effortlessly. Her hand strokes his cheek, slowly lulling him to open his eyes and look, don't think, just look. "And because I love you."

And at that moment, he falls apart. Something in him, his lungs perhaps, collapses under the sudden pressure he's pulled into. It's a type of pressure he wants to be under, no doubt about it–he wants to be loved, to be held like this no matter what the sensible part of him thinks–but it remains a slow, painful strangling.

His eyes shut close again and a sob ruptures at the back of his throat, thyroid straining. He leans into her without thinking of the crushing weight– not a step he consciously realizes he's taken, but one nonetheless. Her hands hold his face entirely; how she can be so incredibly firm and keep him so steady, Echo doesn't understand. None of this he can fully comprehend.

Another sob is ripped out of him.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Echo tells her, hushed and sorrowful between two quiet sniffles. "Your voice- I used to play the sound of your voice every day."

"I know, I know," She whispers back, nodding as he talks. Echo isn't lost entirely to pick up on how the words don't match her feelings; she didn't know, and her heart bounds to be swelling with overwhelming adoration. He knows hearing this means the entire galaxy to her; she missed him so, so much.

Why does he feel so much pain then?

He peels open his eyes, blinking away the litter of tears over his face, and allows himself to encircle her waist; they're already so close, and why Echo feels so nervous to simply touch her is puzzling

The softness in her eyes is something powerful. More powerful than a lightsaber-wielding Jedi or the most prepped battleship. Any remaining tolerance he has left completely dissolves under waves of matured, pained, yet beautiful love. Because he can’t deny how much he loves her. How much she makes him feel. That’s a power the Separatists will never have on him.

"Stay the night?" She then asks gently, caressing his cheek. Echo gulps hoarsely as he realizes how long he’d been holding his breath, then nods desperately.

"–If you'll allow me."

She's been in the `fresher for forty-five minutes now.

Told him to 'Get comfortable, I'll be out soon,' and 'You've slept over so many times before, don't feel like a guest,' but he sits stiff atop of the bed, still in denial that this is home. That it's still home after forced abandon. An oh-so-familiar feeling he hasn’t felt in so long rushes through him; its not as comforting as he’d hope it’d be.

Echo can hear her breathing, her soft humming of a lullaby she once confided that her mother always used to sing to her. The same one she sang lowly into his ear when he woke up in a cold sweat, silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he held her and crooned to him like a sickly child.

Nightly tire seeps into his eyes, heaves his chest and Echo allows himself to breathe all the way down to his stomach. His lungs feel metallic, just as robotic as the rest of him as he awaits her to come out again. She never takes this long. At least, she never used to. Always efficient and makes so well with her time to keep her water and electric bills down.

Anxieties sweep through. She doesn't want to leave. Can't bear to see him sitting there on her bed again. She regrets her decision. She doesn't love him, she never did, she never will, she...

The door opens. She peaks through her head, a pleading softness etched into her.

"Echo?" She calls out to him.

"Yeah?" Her eyes scan him up and down, and Echo realizes how misplaced he looks. He hasn't sat down completely on the bed yet, his hands on his thighs and his posture perfectly composed, comfortably uncomfortable and so out of place. At least that's how he feels.

"Would you please brush my hair?"

A fond memory rushes through like a wave of warm water. She hates brushing her own hair. Always whines as she tries to untangle all the knots and always asks him to do it for her. The faintest smile graces Echo’s features.

“Of course, cyare.”

She grins softly. He tilts his head slightly.

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

“I missed your voice so much,” She recalls with a nostalgic glint in her eye. “The way you called me cyare.”

His only response is a soft grunt of agreement; he feels the exact same way. He missed the way her voice wrapped around a note, let out a laugh discreetly when she shouldn’t have been amused, hold onto a gasp or relief when he came through the door bruised and bloodied. Everything about it lost in the cryochamber and restored the moment he sits face to face with her now.

Swiftly, he beckons her over and lets her sit beside him, turning her back to him and handing him the brush. The moment he takes it and lets it sift through her hair, the softest moan is coerced out of her lips and she leans back into his touch.

Wordlessly, he continues to brush her wet hair. There's a level of intimacy that can't be reached with skin against skin, heavy pants as he roots himself deep inside of her; they can't reach this level of trust, where her back can be turned against her and allowed to control her vanity. Even after going through hell and back disheveled–half a man, she puts her reliance in him without hesitation.

“I missed this,” He admits in a hushed, almost shameful exhale.

A soft chuckle comes out of her. Somehow, she sounds disbelieved.

”Putting up with my little hissy fits about my hair?” She jests.

He answers with full certainty.

”More than you’ll ever know, cyare.”

She sighs delicately.

”Have I ever told you how much I like that nickname?” She asks.

Echo tilts his head, stopping his hand movements for a split second.

”Cyare?”

She nods.

”I remember the first time you called me that like it was yesterday.”

Echo hums under his breath, continuing to brush her hair. He rakes his brain for the memory she seems to remember so well, eyebrows knitting in focus.

”…I’ve forgotten.”

She nods again, void of maliciousness.

“I was completely wasted at 79’s,” She retells the story for him. “‘Was wobbling and knocking things over. You walked me home and made sure I was okay… and called me that when you were helping me up.”

The image comes to him. Her loopy smile as he attempts to wrap her arm over his shoulder, trying not to enjoy her helplessness too much as he helps her get up and leave 79’s, muttering into her ear softly, ‘Let’s get you home, cyare.’

”…I remember now,” Echo says.

Her hair shifts, head perking up.

”Oh?”

Echo mutters a soft ‘yeah,’ struggling to simultaneously grab all of her hair into a hand and brush it into the palm with the scomp link on his other arm. Even when he tries to do something from his life before, things have changed. Made menially more difficult.

”You asked me to kiss you at your doorstep…” He continues the story, a melancholic tone of recall plaguing him before he can stop himself.

Her head tilts again. It’s making it more difficult for him to brush her hair better, but he doesn’t mind.

”And you said no because I was drunk and not in my right mind…” She fills in the next sentence.

”…And I thought you would regret it the next day," He finishes, running a hand through her hair with finality. She turns her head, wrapping all of her neatly brushed hair to a shoulder and giving him a soft grin.

”I hope you know I wouldn’t have," She says.

He nods, allowing himself to soften further into the bed, borderline beamish.

“Still wouldn’t have kissed a drunk girl.”

The room basks in her sunlit smile. She leans in, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting on his shoulders, and Echo doesn't flinch. He expected to, with how wary and uncertain and unworthy he felt (and still feels) in her mere presence, but he doesn't flinch and it's so damn relieving he wants to cry in a mixture of joy and pain. Kriff, doesn't she look perfect, he dares to think. Isn't everything about her just... perfect. What did I do to deserve her?

She leans in further, pulling him down to meet her in the middle, their foreheads pressing against each other firmly. Her starry eyes carry unrealistic visions but he loves the dream inside them. She smiles, a breathy exhale shared between the little space they share, and she shakes her head without real purpose.

”Ever the gentleman," She mutters.

Echo's the one to make the final motion. He plunges down and captures her bottom lip between his, not even hesitating to embosom her waist with his hand. The upward curl of her lips is so prominent against his mouth; a sickly sweet happiness seeps and exudes off of her and into him. It flows through his veins, seizes his heart for a moment and Echo can't help but gasp. But it's swallowed by her own kiss. They both enrapture each other.

Even then, they revel in the languid motions they can take. Selfishly, Echo decides he wants more of her. All of her, if she'll allow it. He sucks in her bottom lip, parting his and swiping his tongue over hers in the way he always used to do, the way that made her squeak softly in a breathy gasp. She makes the sound again and his life is made in an instant.

The dam waters can’t be held back anymore; worldly anxieties no longer tether him to realism. All that matters is the two of them and the pure love they can have.

Echo squeezes her waist firmly and she breaks away with a smile.

”Didn’t think you’d do that,” She says lowly into his mouth. He only shrugs because her assumption may have been correct; he wasn’t expecting to kiss her.

“Me neither,” He admits aloud. She chuckles silently before kissing him again, making him crane his back to fully reach her the way he wants to. Something in him has been carnally ignited when she lets him hold her and kiss her like this; a feeling he hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity since he last saw her is unearthed. He needs all of it; needs all of her again.

He adjusts the two of them, moving her knees to spread her legs apart, and places himself between them; he beckons her to the center of the mattress, his scomp link aside and leaning on his elbow. His hand creeps up her neck into the back of her hair, grounding her into place as Echo allows himself to take.

But when she sighs and her eyes flutter close, he pulls away.

”Does it stand?” The words come out so softly and without structure, Echo is sure she didn’t mean for it to come out.

”What do you mean?” He asks after a moment.

”Is… does it stand the test of time?” Her hands hover over his shoulders now, fingers tentatively and timorously resting on thin air. She's gesturing to the two of them, talking about how this feels, how she feels, if it's okay, if he's satisfied; she treads just as carefully as he did just a few moments before. “The- the test of change?”

What test? The question wishes to beg in his mind. But it doesn't because Echo feels the tug as well. The claustrophobic worry that his anxieties inevitably are true; she won't want him the moment their lips meet again.

"It does for me," He takes a leap into faith. He could carry the same fears and insecurities dear to his chest, or he could look into her eyes and see for himself how she feels. He does; he wants to cry.

She looks so happy. Her eyes crinkling at the corners and her lips spread wide into a blinding smile, she holds her chest softly, as if beckoning for her heart to still. She lets out a small sigh of respite, lifting her arms again to pull him down. When she kisses him, it's drowning in reverence. Drowning in relief.

"Me too," She whispers against his mouth, before seizing his lips again. His eyes scrunch hard against her, as if he’s trying hard to imagine a different world where they can be like this forever. He creates it almost effortlessly. The tenseness in his muscles weaken.

Since Echo was rescued, his chest has ached. His whole body reacted poorly to the prosthetics, each step painful and unworthy of existence. It's slowly subsided, but he feels the ache's hold on him weaken even more. Her simple touch fills empty sockets of his being; so violently stripped of him before, now returned in loving arms.

In the split moments, in their faint beautiful existence, he falls in love again. He kisses her and holds her tight and whispers how damn bad he missed her. The world narrows into a space only the two of them can fit, a galaxy where they can love each other in absolute peace and solitude.

Like real people do.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch

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rwdestuffs · 9 months

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TFW you trip over an obscure 'GI Joe' character & realize someone might've *slightly* tweaked her duds for Atlas arc Yang (srsly, search 'Cover Girl' and see if I'm deluded or on to something). I mean, the Ace-Ops definitely had those Action Propaganda Trooper vibes (especially Clover), but damn.

I can kinda see it. But the ace-ops look like they’re just supposed to look like those military propaganda action troopers in general.

#anonymous #does this count as rwby?#does this count as rwde?

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gaeasun · 2 years

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Hi! I'm bored and want to talk about Star Wars so ... who's your favorite clone trooper and why (plus your favorite fic about them if you have any). (p.s. thanks for leaving a comment on Mountain Man Jesse and reading my other stuff. i really appreciate it <3)

Hi bored I'm Gaeasun.

Sorry for that lol.

Anyways as you might see on my header and profile pic my favorite canon clone is Dogma (non-canon is Twitch ofc). I think his character arc is just insane. He's someone who was never supposed to have a chance against Krell. Isolated by his brothers, manipulated by his superior, and was told literally from birth that the Jedi were these great heroes who could do no wrong, who were practically omnipotent and omniscient. And he didn't have the practical experience to know otherwise, especially considering his General was Anakin "The Chosen One" Skywalker.

So also ofc I don't agree with the things he did but i can 100% understand why. And to make things more tragic, when he's forcibly shown he was wrong, he finally grabbed onto redemption with two tight hands. And for that his story was ended. Where in other stories you might see how a character changes and grows after a critical decision (like say Zuko from ATLA) he's punished and removed. You don't get to see the person he becomes, we don't get to see him actually forming new and stronger relationships.

It's just so tragic and makes me sad. Not to mention I can empathize with that isolation of being surrounded by people and being alone ;-;

So yeah I really like Dogma.

I can't pick one fic so here's a couple where I really love him. I won't recommend any of my own but my own ao3 page is full of Dogma content just so you know. Same name.

We're a Family Now on AO3, not Dogma-centric but still great.

The Time Passed In Exile by @letitrainathousandflames . Has somewhat of a cynical and mature tone but is really good. Has some Dogma POV

To Walk on Earth by @chiafett . Just augh. an au where Dogma is reconditioned on Kamino and comes back to the 501st.

Meticulous, Compulsive, Perfect on AO3. I think this user is on tumblr but under a different name so idk. Also mature and rips your heart out. Some Dogma POV and let me tell u he is going through it.

i'll keep running when both my feet hurt on AO3 is this really interesting fic with the premise of a swap where the clones are Jedi and the Jedi are soldiers. Also some Dogma POV and he gets a LIGHTSABER. This is a part two but you could probably read it alone. But they are both good

(also Jesse. Being a Mountain Man. Excellent concept and I'm all for it. Good for him.)

#gaeasun answers #clone trooper dogma

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autisticassassinbird · 2 years

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Some of my Clone ocs for a moth au.

Clone medic Wasp - isabella tiger moth

Clone medic Ion - io moth

Clone medic Coal - atlas moth

Arc trooper Fireweed - Madagascan sunset moth

Clone trooper Buzz - common emerald moth

#my post #au #star wars au

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fienyx · 3 years

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Clone wars Au where everything is the same but Hardcase is a firebender.

I’m just saying if Hardcase could bend fire there would be no war.

#epos’s art #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper kix #clone trooper jesse #501st #Atla #firebender #arc trooper jesse #Jesse #Hardcase #kix #honestly Hardcase is so chaotic #I feel like Jesse and Kix sometimes are a little tiard #as if their not just as chaotic in a different way #swtcw #Star Wars #clone wars #clone wars fanart #clone wars au

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thedomesticatednerd · 2 years

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Hacksaw and Reload sitting on camp. Watching someone about to do something stupid that will lead to someone getting a stupid injured 🤣

#clone troopers #the clone wars #original clone trooper characters #star wars #lieutenant reload #Lieutenant Hacksaw #medic #arc trooper #oc clones #oc clone troopers #Atlas’ oct Hacksaw #original clone trooper #the slowest of the slow burns #tcw

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Your art is so good!! Please tell me more about Atlas!

Thank you so much!!! That really means a lot to me!!

I appreciate you asking, so here’s a short little rundown of his character:

ARC-26-8886 also know as Atlas, is a first generation clone that was promoted to ARC after saving his squad mates on Felucia from a brutal attack lead by Grievous. Due to his natural leadership skills, and ability to stay level headed and think critically while on a mission, he, and several other ARCs were chosen from their respective battalions to form a special OP ARC group (he becomes their leader). He is stern and stubborn, but soft-spoken and caring. His softer side comes out when he hangs out with a younger clone who he grew especially close to named Rocket. Rocket always looks forward to seeing Atlas and his team again when they are off duty and stationed back on Kamino. By the end of the war, Rocket ends up in his care while their on the run from the empire.

There’s definitely ALOT more that comes after, and most of his story is during the reign of the Empire. But I haven’t fully written that out yet, so this is all I have for him that is currently fleshed out!

Anyway, thank you for asking I do really appreciate it when people take an interest in my OCs 😭😭🩷🩷🩷💫 !!

#oc #Star Wars oc #the clone wars oc #the bad batch oc #clone trooper oc #clone oc #arc trooper atlas #orionspeaks

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cobraonthecob · 3 years

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A few months ago, I asked some people to give me some OCs to doodle and they answered!

So on the top left corner is Tazira, @firelordozais/@thotsforzukka’s OC. Next to Tazira is @soopersara‘s swampbending Avatar, Haasi. Did my best to try and model the dress after an aodai, probably failed.

The four clones on the bottom are Ophelia, @crablad‘s ARC trooper, Bolt, from @someawkwardprose. Apollo (medic with the 212th colors) is also crablad’s OC, and @i-am-dead-inside-because-of-life‘s Wack!

These OCs were very fun to do, and I recommend checking out these blogs because they are fantastic people!

And because I couldn’t get enough OCs to fill the entire page, I went and designed some helmets for Ophelia, Bolt, and Wack, and then attempted some chibis for Strike Squad, my own little squad of clone troopers. Finishing off this doodle dump, we have Kila and Spiral Muk chibis!

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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Random WiP question, do you have anything with the clones with special abilities ? I know there's the ATLA fusion one, where they can bend, any others, like shapeshifters or powers ?

I absolutely do, thank you for asking. :D

1. Cody/Jon - Abhorsen fusion, where the Jedi Order is an order of Abhorsens, and the clones are all Charter Mages. Cody breaks a half-dead Jedi out of the stone encasing him while stopped for repairs on Queyta, but the necromancers of the Sith aren't about to let that stand. Not when they need Jon for a ritual that will break down the barriers between Life and Death.

2. Rex/Quinlan - Sort of a role reversal AU but not really?? Where the clones fought under Tarre a thousand years ago and then disappeared, and now there are tales throughout the Republic of hidden armies and inexplicable powers that come from the old Mandalorian gods. Quinlan accompanies Jocasta and Tholme on an expedition to a formerly lost planet, and keeps seeing visions of a blond Mandalorian hero who seems to see him in return.

3. Wolffe/Jon/Fox - AU where the clones all have Talents, vaguely inspired by the book Graceling. Fox has a Talent for Enduring and Wolffe has one for Surviving, which makes them a formidable team whenever they have to work together. Getting a mission to help a mysterious Jedi find something deep under Coruscant is going to take every ounce of their Talent to survive, though.

4. Xanatos/Echo/Fives - Shapeshifting!clones AU where they can take the form of any animal they've touched. Xanatos, working with Dooku to keep Telos nominally neutral, comes across a pair of ARC troopers imprisoned in his dungeons, very carefully kept from touching anything that might help them escape. Xanatos just happens to drop a glove made of krayt dragon leather, which likely counts as his good deed of the decade, but he doesn't expect them to scoop him up and take him along with them as they tear their way out of Dooku's castle.

5. Savage/Waxer - a reverse of the dragon AU, where it's the clones, not the Jedi, who can turn into dragons. The Jedi are absolutely delighted by this, and it helps a hell of a lot when the clones can just turn into massive fire-breathing lizards and sit on the Sith currently attacking them. Which is, if you listen to Boil, a tactic that Waxer uses far too often. Especially with this Sith.

#wip list #kat answers

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itsonlymyecho · 2 years

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See my impulse is to say tell us about Fivari because I want you to have fun with this, but if you don't want to talk about them here yet, then Sukka (SukiXSokka)

Hmm, maybe I will tell everyone about Fivari! 🥰

You know allllll about them, Nichole. But I've never talked about them on here before 😬 I’m also gonna talk about Sukka because I love them too.

Fivari is my Star Wars OC, Jankari, x Arc Trooper Fives. I've spent over a year working on Jankari with the help of a few friends, including Nichole, and I really hope people will like her.

These two 🥺 I remember feeling pressured to write Fives and Jankari as a slow burn because that's what's typically popular but it just didn't feel right for them. They're drawn to each other pretty early on but it's still about a year before they actually get together. They have such amazing chemistry and they're able to match each other's energy, which I love for them. Jankari has a heavy past and Fives really helps bring some light into her life, his ability to understand her helps her work through some of her trauma and start to love herself too. She in turn makes him feel valued and is by his side throughout the war, especially at the Citadel and Umbara. She gives him hope for his future to be something more than fighting. There’s a lot of trust and respect between them and they bring out the best in each other, helping each other grow. Also they're my babies and I love them so so much 😭

Sukka

Okay I binge watched ATLA at the start of this year and I loved every second of it. I also love this pairing. Sokka and Suki are such a fun ship to watch, even though we don't see as much of them compared to other ships. I think Suki fell in love first and was willing to be patient with Sokka after what happened with Yue, and he appreciated that about her. She helps him keep an open mind about things, like how women can be warriors too. He goes from thinking girls can't fight when they first meet, to acknowledging Suki as a warrior but still being overly protective with their journey across the Serpent's Pass, to accepting that she can hold her own perfectly well at the Boiling Rock and afterwards. Sokka comes to have a lot of admiration and respect for her, as she does for him. He is still protective of her but they find a balance that works for them, and that's one of my favourite things about them.

Nichole and I have actually said that if Fivari were a pairing in ATLA, they’d be Sukka. Both ships have similar vibes and I adore them both 😌💕

#ship bingo #star wars #star wars oc #fives x oc #listen fivari give me life #if anyone steals anything from my oc i'll go feral #your kneecaps aren't safe #avatar: the last airbender #atla #sukka #sokka x suki #this was a lot of fun #thank you nichole #ask game

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hellothere-generalangsty · 2 years

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It's OCs' time!!

Have the boys (again) but this time I did their armour and also I give you a few facts about them because I can.

Picrew is from briikase

Cw/tw: mention of broken bones, nightmares, anxiety, fear of drowning; but also some fluffy funny stuff because yes

KEED

Arc Trooper, serves under the orders of General Tash'ni

Has a huge crush on his General

Like. Huge.

He saved his life during a very hard mission, which is also the reason he got promoted as an ARC

Quite introverted and shy at first, but it's easy to make him relax

Very humble, sometimes struggles with all the responsibilities he has to deal with as an ARC

Lost count of all the moments he had to go to Gift or Bones to ask for advices and/or support

He's the youngest of the three; technically speaking it's a matter of hours or days at best, but Bones and Gift always insist on this (in a playful way ofc)

He's a good sniper

Again, he has a face tattoo that I have yet to design it should take up at least 1/3 of his face (think of Dogma's or Jesse's tattoos)

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you

No really, he's a sweetheart, but you don't want him as an enemy in the heat of a battle

He's scared of drowning, and always feels a bit sick when he looks outside on Kamino or flies above watery areas

He likes flowers and thinks that if he hadn't been a soldier, he would have been a gardener or anything where he can work outside

BONES

Aims to be Captain of his own squad

Was the leader of his squad on Kamini when they were still cadets

Kaf. Adrenaline. And no f**ks to give.

He thinks kaf is disgusting, but drinks it anyway because it keeps him going

Really doesn't like sleeping, most of the time he wakes up sweating, breath shallow and heart beating too hard

He always thinks he doesn't do enough, that he can and should do more, better.

He's hard on himself

Sometimes it affects Keed and Gift, but he's quick to correct his attitude with them

Very protective of his brothers but struggles to express it; he's more actions than words

Really close to Gift, though he has no preferences between him and Keed, their relationships are just different

Loves getting tattooed, as each tattoo represent a victory, something meaningful to him

His very first tattoo he tells everyone is the one on his spine, because that's the first campaign tattoo he got

But his very real first tattoo (much more personal) is the one right next to his sternum, a bit on the left

The letters K, in blue; the letter B, in purple; the letter G, in pink. All in aurebesh.

He would absolutely commit treason and run into hiding on a deserted planet at the galaxy's border for his brothers.

He knows how to knit and uses it as a way to calm down when he wakes up in the middle of the night

He knitted gloves and scarfs for a good chunk of the 501St and is delighted to know it keeps them warm and comfy when the nights get cold

GIFT

C h a o s

He's the oldest and the one who gives the more importance to their age gap (obv he's joking.... Unless... 👀)

Very fun, loves to tell jokes and be light-hearted

He's very smart and tactical, but can be clumsy when it comes to expressing his ideas (think Sokka from ATLA)

Doesn't really tell his brothers about it, but sometimes he wish they would be less... Important? And he can't tell if it'd because he is terrified of losing them or if it's because he feels useless next to them

Will always bottle everything up until it's too much to deal with

Absolutely extroverted and very willing to listen to people, but also very prudish when it comes to his own struggles

Absolutely NOT prudish when it comes to loving his brothers and letting them know

He will literally hug them and squeeze their cheeks until they push him away

At least it always makes them smile and they feel a bit less lonely when he does that

Talks louder since he became hard of hearing after the bomb incident; tries to learn BaSL whenever he has some free time

He can spell his name, say "I have two brothers" and for now, one of his favorite sign is "laughing"

He breaks. So many bones. I promise you it's ridiculous.

And you'd think he breaks them because of a terrible fight or something bUT NO! One time he broke his hand because he let himself fall on his bed and miscalculated where his hand would end up.

He IS a gift to this galaxy and deserves all the love and appreciation

So yeah, here are they! I really love their trio, and I can't wait to dig into their relationship, and how they find ways to deal with the war and everything that comes with it.

Clones shippers DNI/ don't tag as ship or I will block you

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Tags: @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @chaoticvampirejedi @twinkofthedink

#CLONES SHIPPERS DNI #clones #sw ocs #don't tag as ship #Meda's SW OCs #Meda's sw ocs #star wars #the clone wars #tcw ocs #look I love them okay #they are so good so nice they deserve happiness #I almost feel sad that I have to put them through the SW angst and suffering :(#anyway it's 2am I have to go to sleep

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jauneda1 · 3 years

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RWBY

The New War part 4

Jaune Arc's All Out Attack

Just outside of Shinrah district.

Jaune and Ren had to start traveling by rooftops because of the miasma that is covering most of the streets due to this though Jaune is getting exhausted from all the Aura Jumping. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't caring Ren doing so.

Jaune: Talking about me and junk food but your heavy asf.

Ren: Jaune! I don't want to here anything about you being tired from carrying me across rooftops.

Ren: You not only suggested this method, but aren't you the one that caught a speeding car with your body.

Ren: That Torchwick guy escaped but you did something unbelievable.

Jaune: I was in the hospital for a week for three cracked ribs. Not to mention it knocked me unconscious.

Ren: Even more of a reason for you to not be bitching rn.

Jaune: I think I like this Ren get used to me.

The two took cover at the top of they're current building then observed the captured cop and EMS workers. They could hear a man who was obviously a squad leader sporting heavy armor and two large saw swords.

Atlas Elite Oppressor: It's honorable seeing so many of you fighting to protect your kingdom. How come there are no soldier's only law enforcement?

Atlas Elite: I'll tell you why, it's because Ozpin didn't think they where worth sending into the city. That they needed to protect the academy.

Atlas Elite: So in other words your all expendable.

Police officer: Shut your mouth you fucking Terrorist.

Atlas Elite: Terrorist!? Lol where Atlas solider's.

Alvin Marcus: Listen son in all my years alive Atlas would never do something like this. My name is police chief Alvin Marcus.

Alvin: Ironwood would never order an attack against his home kingdom.

Atlas Elite: Well you know what Alvin thank you for having the balls to speak up... Now... Die for it.

And with a lift and a swing the man's head was taken off.

Jaune was finally at his boiling point as he was about to make a split second decision till he felt Rena hand grab his own. Jaune turned and looked Ren in the eyes who had a face seriousness. There was a mutual understanding between the two but Jaune knew if someone else died then he would step in. They both continue to watch on.

Atlas Elite: Well then... He's dead... So who's next?

Atlas Elite: Let's see they're are 40 of you we'll start executing you guys in groups of 10.

Atlas Elite: Okay men begin. Try not to have to much fun.

It was just like that the men and women where gonna be shot and killed. Police officer's and EMS workers who most had families. Jaune couldn't take it anymore so he jumped into action.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune: Bastards landed and swung his blade at one of the soldiers and as like nothing the man flew back with a huge slash in his chest and his eyes lifeless. Jaune didn't take it into consideration but the man he just killed didn't have an aura. Which means that most of these guys will go down easily.

(Jaune's mind)

" Is it really a good thing that it's that easy. "

"Ricky: Do what you have to Jaune, to protect the people around you and care about."

The Atlas Elite was surprised to see the young man cut down one of his men so easily. It turned out that's all it took for the police officer's to fight back as now a big battle of attrition had began. So the Elite did the only thing he thought was right and that was to take out this young man. He could already tell that his target was a killer at heart. That Mistress would love for someone like this to join her ranks. No hesitation just calculated swings and focused blocking. He is block bullets and using his aura to defend himself from and oppressor troopers. Now there's a green one huh interesting

Jaune had just took what felt like a hit from Cardin's mace to the side of the head but it was just a shotgun buckshot. He then stuck his blade into the guys knee rotating his wrist and and realizing something this felt odd killing these guys so easily. Whatever he needs to do he'll do it to protect these people. All of a sudden Jaune's senses struck him both physically and mentally as he was then sent five feet and bouncing off the side of a car.

Ren: JAUNE!

Jaune could hear Ren yelling out to him. He was fine he was able to lift his shield up to take the wide and aggressive swing he had very little time to react as he used his sword to slide and redirect a blade that was slashed vertically at him. Jaune then spun out of it and backhanded the attacker with his shield. The difference was that this tall bulky guy with duel wielding saw blades that are atleast half of Jaune's size. Jaune was at 6'3 so these swords where ridiculously big. Obviously this guy over compensating. Shit why did the commander have to be a tall and bulky hulk of a man, why couldn't he just of been cute like Ren.

Then it was a saving grace as A helicopter with Vale soldiers showed up and began to fire upon the enemy this made the guy end his attacks on Jaune and begin to fall back but Jaune wasn't having it as he chased him leaving Ren behind.

Jaune: Oh No You Don't Ass Hole Get Back Here!

One of the retreating soldiers was about to fire on Jaune till Ren pulled the trigger on one of his pistols and blew the guys brains out. Ren was not as shocked as he should of been. He wasn't about to let Jaune get killed so he chased after him as Vale military forces moved in.

Jaune had cornered the man. Then aimed his sword at the man.

Jaune: You'll pay for what you've done. Killing all of those innocent people.

Atlas Elite: Laughing... You got fight in ya kid.

The two stood there reading to see who would swing first. But neither one had to wait as the man rushed at Jaune only for Jaune to smirk as his chest glowed bright blue over his heart and without any warning Jaune sheathe his blade and went to punch the ground with his left hand all of the energy he had built up. This new attack Jaune was saving for whenever him and Yang spared again let alone it be Pyrrha.

Jaune: BAHAMET..FURY

With a mighty roar and loud kaboom that sent out a bright blue blaze that can be seen from Beacon Tower. This stunned Ozpin and Glynda who knew who that could of been. Especially since a news chopper caught the attack live. For the world too see, so teams RWBY, CFVY, Nora and Pyrrha saw it.

Ruby: Well guess we know who that would of been for if we had Combat class on yesterday.

All Jokes aside the chopper was waiting for the dust to clear. When it finally did Jaune was now Shirtless and sporting a big gash on his right arm it looks like the guy broke his Aura. Something that everyone at Beacon knew was next to impossible because Jaune is undefeated when it came to combat class. If one doesn't count the draw between him and Pyrrha. The two fought it out until they both fell from exhaustion. But what was about happen now was not a spar where it's fight till your at your max. No this fight was of a higher stake, Jaune's life was on the line.

The man got up and used his blade's to support himself.

The Butcher: Your... One pain in the ass you know that?

The Butcher: They call me The Butcher. That's my name now what's yours?

Jaune stayed quiet for a second because he was honestly still shocked that some one took the full brunt of his shock wave ground smash.

Jaune: Jaune Arc... No relation

The Butcher: A Arc huh? You truly are special.

Without a second passing The Butcher rushed in and Jaune eyes tightened as his vision focused and his mindset locked in. This battle will result in one of them dying. Jaune was able to deflect the The Butcher's swing but his wild style was new to Jaune so he wasn't expecting the second blade to come out of no where and slash his right arm and knocking his blade away leaving another gash if torn flesh and on the underside of Jaune's arm. This was bad he wouldn't be able to put a lot of power behind any punches on this arm. But that was okay Jaune knew what he would have to resort to Jaune then burst forward. Eyes lacking fear but a resolve he slide in grabbing The Butcher by his waist and just like that Ursa in class Jaune German suplexed him, again rolling into it and lifting the man again but this time keeping a two arm bear hug and slammed the guy on his shoulders sideways. Again Jaune rolled into it and lifted the man up and with his feet planted and with raw strength and pure adrenaline running through him Jaune threw the disarmed Butcher into the side of a building where he collided and bounced off of. Jaune was gassed after that display by no means was Butcher a light weight at 8feet tall and weight what felt like a ton it was hard to do what Jaune did. He may have caught a car at top speed but he hadn't been through hell before it. It just happened when he was at full strength.

Jaune felt the hands of someone familiar to him grab him. Ren had grab Jaune and gave him a shot of Adrenaline Ren looked like shit like he had got caught in Jaune's explosion.

Jaune: Dame Ren I'm sorry-

Ren had shut him up with a painful shot of adrenaline to the to the leg.

Jaune: Ow... Sorry .

Ren: You will be if we make it out of this.

Ren: I don't have any aura and my weapons are destroyed thanks to you. But that guy needs to go down.

Jaune: You thinking what I'm thinking then😁.

Ren blushing of embarrassment: Shut up

Jaune: Aww yeah Martial Arc's time.

Ren: ugh

The two ran in at the butcher who had recovered and was not ready to fight a juiced up Jaune and what looks like the ninja from earlier. But what surprised The Butcher more was the Ninja had just vanished and Jaune Arc looked to be throwing something invisible. It didn't click until he felt what was a foot to his jaw and a right hook to his rib cage one so powerful he felt his ribs crunch and shatter with it this dropped him to one knew then a barrage of calculated punches from the ninja and bone breaking bashes from Jaune. When the barrage ceased The Butcher was dumb founded the one eye he could see out off. He saw that Jaune was now casting a bright blue flaming aura and with one touch he turned the emerald ninja next to him glowing a bright green flaming aura as well.

The two locked eyes with The Butcher who was now expressing great fear.

Ren: When did you learn how to do this?

Jaune: I'll tell you later.

The two then lead in like a dance of blue and green as they both went in for punches kicks and one of Jaune's kicked sending The Butcher skyward. Ren Jumped into Jaune's hands and launched forward to meet The Butcher he super kicked him and without any warning Ren felt a burst of power as he flew forward looking back in slow motion to see Jaune winking at him and his chest burning bright blue. That's when Ren realized that Jaune had found a way not only to convert kinetic energy into aura, but he can transfer it to other's. Ren flew forward grabbing The Butcher and throwing him down towards Jaune who had jumped towards The Butcher who was beaten and bloody.

Ren: Jaune please don't kill him.

(Jaune's Mind)

No worries Ren I refused to be the monster that this man is. I will put him in his fucking place though.

Jaune: HAA!

With a discharge of all the energy Jaune knocked The lights out of The Butcher. His head snapping back from the impact but not killing him but mainly knocking him out.

Jaune landed and caught the Butcher to keep him from receiving anymore damage.

Five minutes later

Jaune came back sword in his sheathe, even though it took him a minute to find it. Ren was just standing there back towards Jaune. Jaune walked up and lightly pushed Ren's shoulder.

Jaune: From what I see the military is rounding up the last remaining terrorist and Atlas only General Ironwood is talking with Ozpin that's why there are war ships up above.

Ren: He shows up only now?

Jaune: Yeah but atleast it's over right.

Ren: Hey did you ever actually turn your scrolls distress signal?

Jaune: Yeah about that... Hehe I dropped my scroll when I rushed in to stop those guys earlier. Hehe

Ren: I want to punch you right now but I'm to weak to put any force behind it.

Then something grabbed the two's attention

Nora: Ren! Jaune!

They both turned to see they're teams and Professor Ozpin and Glynda.

But Jaune knew he was in trouble when he saw Yang and Ruby rushed him. Jaune knew he was about to receive the world's strongest hug and beating courtesy of Yang he has ever taken.

(Jaune's mind)

"I die today, this is how I die."

End of part 4

Character analysis

The Butcher: age late thirties maybe early twenties.

Classification: Classified

Huntsman classification: Unknown possibly Vanguard giving his size, weapons, and fighting style

Military experience: Ex Sargent first class.

Semblance: None

#rwby fanfiction #team rwby #team jnpr #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #violence #slight gore

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