#clone oc gut

[smalltimidbean]

OHHH OKAY OKAY

I have to request this, but imagine a Peppino clone, but with Sea Angel DNA!! ✨💕

Photos of Sea Angels (they're super tiny but so pretty):

YES, I love these funky little fellas!!! Get spliced!!!

Also, some concepts/doodles, bc I had some other ideas (ie Legs or making them nearly completely translucent), and to showcase how itty bitty they are!

Possibly the smallest clone there is, so far? Well, adult clone, since there are some teeny tiny babies, but they are mistaken for a baby clone often, due to their translucency and of course, small size lkjgfdkjl

#bean talks too much #to be named #pizza tower oc #pizza tower #I am not tagging Lavender for she is just hands ljkfsdlk #it's one of those clone making weekends apparently #but I cannot complain hehe #thank you for the suggestion! #body horror #just in case bc there is brains and guts albeit in a very simple/stylised depiction

[xinambercladx]

Heeeeeeeeyyyy there, Cowboy. This is a completely self indulgent fanart. Yenem knows exactly what she's doing and it's driving Bane up a wall. This isn't an illustration of any scene in particular (yet), but it captures their dynamic quite accurately. Yenem is an OC from my fanfiction titled "Figment". Click here to read. ----- What inspired this? @Mihxk_o_o illustrated this same scene. I came across it on instagram and had render with with Bane and Yenem. I make no claims on the pose and paneling, that's all Mihxk_o_o. I'm not making any money on this anyway. This is purely for the fandom-ness. Check out @mihxk_o_o's instagram and original post. <- click!

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xInAmberCladx's Fanart Archive <- click

#cad bane #cad bane x yenem'ropi #yenem'ropi #yenem #twi'lek #duros #cad bane x oc #star wars oc #anime moment #wall slam #self indulgent fanart #bounty hunter #star wars #clone wars #fanfiction #figment #romantic angst #yenem is a cock tease #dammit woman #she has guts i'll give her that #i'd be too sheepish

[pixiebunnii]

Casey "Cass" Abel Tinniel He/Him + Pup/Pups Trans Man, MLM Master Of Technology, Pink Ninja 17 years old (Season 8 age approx) Twin of Kari, Younger half sibling of Elliott Oni/Human January 3rd (birthday) Ship - Ocxcanon, "Biotech" - Casey x Lloyd. (r) Weapon - Mechanical Axe. Joined the ninja team a little bit after Lloyd, as Elliott finds him wandering the streets while looking for stray serpentine. His weapon is a mechanical axe that turns into a pen, he can manipulate the technology its made of to turn it to either form at will. Originally he's given a weighted chain to use, but he doesn't like it and during season 3 he is given his mechanical axe by Cyrus Borg. The eye hidden under his hair is the same red as Elliott's, he keeps it hidden because his father warned him that people would hunt him down if they thought he was different (resulting in him hiding his horns for most of his early life), he still struggles with the fear of this. The images above are NOT canon to season 8, and are closer to post season 10 or so (no specific timeline just yet), so despite me saying his approximate s8 age, he still has his arm in s8 and no beard. (hes left handed ;3 or was...)

>Elliott's Character Sheet< >Kari's Character Sheet< Pics of his bionic arm below the cut:

Stickers; Caveclub exclusive stickers, Hatsune miku, pink flower, pink star, pink heart and a single small sticker saying "lloyd" on it. Pink claws, used to be black, painted them pink to match the rest of the arm better. Uses it for daily use, and manipulates it with his element to use it.

#if ONE person says hes a sora clone i WILL get my goddamn receipts. This man was made in 2021 long before even seabound came out. #I will GUT anyone that says ANYTHING about him even potentially being plagiarism #because in all honesty i should be suing lego for plagiarizing me. Anyway #ninjago #ninjago oc #oc x canon #pixbun casey tinniel #pixiebunnz art

[goriiblissxx]

Day 6 - Candy Gore

CW: Guts, Blood, Cuts/Wounds

#goretober #goretober 2023 #halloween #halloween 2023 #pizza tower #fake peppino #peppino clone oc #tw: guts #tw: bl00d #cw: gore #cw: body horror

[mushroom-for-art]

My good friend @oogaboogaspookyman said "hey don't draw armor on a mewtwo I know what it does to people" and my brain went Bet. So introducing Proto! He's the first clone of Axel being batch one making him Scribes older brother and like Mays Great Grandfather genetically I'm pretty sure, sir you were not meant to get a design or be important! Alas, I got attached and had to try to do armor (and failed)

#my art #my oc #Mewtwo oc #Proto the mewtwo #Proto Mewtwo oc #Armored mewtwo #Like technically he is wearing armor #Just not the right kind XD #Proto from prototype because while Axel was a violation of genetics and life Proto is the first actually clone of mew dna #So first attempt of being cloned directly from Axel so arguably like he's technically the first clone and like the og mewtwo #Axel just plays the role of the og story wise lmao me and my complicated thoughts and narratives #Psychic blade go Bbrrrrrr #I love him I'm attached oops #Don't let tcs shadow mewtwo see this fucker one good stab to the gut and he's fucked XD #All that armor and you leave your slutty valuable organs exposed you stupid bitch XD

[talesfrommedinastation]

WIP Wednesday!

Oof, those last two episodes...not comfortable.

So, here's a piece I've been working on and off. It made me smile, hope it does for you too.

We're in the AU where Clone Force 99, along with thousands of clones they've rescued, have become a part of the Ring system. It's a crossover of Star Wars and The Expanse and y'all can read it here.

It's been 20 years since they escaped the Empire in 'Far Past the Ring'.

Let's talk about it!

Omega is in her early 30's, and girlfriend's been running shots between the Sol system and the Empire for over a decade. She knows her shit. She runs a serious underground for clones and Rebels and Jedi on the run. She has connections everywhere. You don't fuck with her. Even the Laconians give Omega a wide berth.

Tech (who is now going by the Belter version of his name, 'Teki' with his wife's last name of Drummer) is a high-ranking officer within the Transport Union, the chief of engineering (LTG). It's The Expanse, so he got some anti-aging drugs. Won't make him young but slows it down enough that he can go Silver Fox like a normal dude. He's looking at a quiet retirement, but Omega is snapping that he needs to get off his wrinkly butt and help her out.

The lovely young brunette next to him is Tech's half clone/half Belter daughter, Cpt. Omega 'Meg' Drummer. Yup, the sweet toddler from 'Far Past the Ring' is in her early 20's now! A college dropout, she ended up helping Omega in the rebel underground instead. Meg did go back to earn a double degree in nuclear engineering and political science*, and then went right back into helping out rebel cells.

I'll keep expanding it, and finish this. Why if it's not canon? Because it makes me happy, and I hope it makes you happy too.

*= Imagine Tech's reaction when he finds out his baby majored in science....POLITICAL SCIENCE.

#tbb #cloneforce99 #thebadbatch #the bad batch #the expanse #theexpanse #belter #fanfiction #tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb oc #clone oc #clone kid #clone trooper tech #tech lives #tech is a dad #tech is alive #and a belter now #TENYE WAH CHESH GUT #star wars crossover #star wars au #the expanse au

[mwolf0epsilon]

8-Ball doesn't like the origins of his name all that much.

It was something his batchmates started calling him whenever one of his gut feelings turned out to be right. A nod to a silly toy that one of the trainers kept on them as some kind of stress relief. Because there's nothing better to do when you're stressed, than to ask empty questions to the galaxy while shaking some black orb that gave you vague answers, right?

His brothers and sister insisted that he could give them answers in the same way (sans getting shaken about like a toy). He was just that good at "guessing" the future, they'd say... Only that's not true at all. He's not good at guessing the future, he just gets these feelings about how the day is going to go that (more often than not) turn out to be right.

8-Ball is not a soothsayer and he thinks that anyone who thinks he is, must be a degree of crazy or weirdly superstitious. Only the Jedi can predict the future. Not little old him who's just here to disarm the bombs! Having good foresight and instincts is a good trait to have when you're in this sort of field...

He can't be able to predict the future... Otherwise that feeling he got when he last hugged Incognito would be right, and he might never ever see his baby brother ever again...

#star wars #the clone wars #clone ocs #ordinances specialist 8 ball #8-Ball is force sensitive and it only manifests as precognitive abilities that he confuses with just very good foresight/gut feelings #He's massively in denial about it tho because the idea of being able to see the future scares him

[frecklelemonade]

#i haven’t really felt like drawing much rn but here’s a lil punchline and guts #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #clone pilot punchline #punchline #clone trooper oc #guts the tooka #digital art #frecklelemonadeart

[batshieroglyphics]

[FIC] Nothing But Bones ~ Star Wars Prequels ~ Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Mature

Title: Nothing But Bones Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Era Author: Batsutousai Rating: Mature Pairing: Alpha-17/Obi-Wan Kenobi, background cloneshipping Warnings: Alternate Universe, Order 66, post-Order 66, PTSD, non-binary clone troopers, survivor's grief, OC death, bad coping methods, original slave characters, miscommunication Summary: Alpha-17 finds Obi-Wan, after the galaxy's gone to hell.

Seventeen looked across at him. Kenobi had lowered the blaster, but he hadn't put it away. He looked tired, worn down and suspicious, and Seventeen found themself wanting to reach out to him, to pull him close and hug him, like Baar had done during bad nights on Kamino. (Somehow, they'd gone soft, in the years between Rattatak and now. They weren't certain how to feel about that.) "I thought you were dead," Seventeen admitted, knew from the way that Rokaia stiffened that she understood. They'd thought Kenobi would, too—they'd never been able to hide much from him, not with his Force—but he just sighed and asked, in a tired voice, "Why are you here, Seventeen?" Seventeen took a moment to debate all the possible answers to that, before saying, "I came here to die." Rokaia let out a sound like she'd been stabbed, while Kenobi just closed his eyes, looking tired and worn as thin as Seventeen felt. "Where's Cody?" Seventeen had to ask, because they couldn't imagine the little shit would allow their general out on his own, not when his mere existence was a crime. "Cody," Kenobi said, agony in his voice, "ordered me shot." Seventeen felt the words like a bolt in the gut, couldn't stop from staggering to the side, Rokaia dragged along with, shouting their name, until they could lean against the nearest wall, trying to catch their breath, to breathe through the horror of Cody, just another faceless body in armour, wanting the Jedi they'd sworn to Seventeen to guard with their life—on pain of a punishment spar or suicide runs or whatever punishment Seventeen thought would hurt enough—dead. Kriff, they did not need that nightmare fuel. They felt Rokaia pulling away from them, opened their eyes to look, see why, only to find Kenobi had approached, within easy reach, and Seventeen couldn't stop themself from reaching out, towards him, needing to touch, to know he was real. Kenobi flinched. Seventeen froze, hands outstretched, thought about pulling away. Stepping back. Leaving. (Their voice had ordered him shot; their face had stood for a mutiny, had stared blankly at the scene of a murder; they could not blame Kenobi if he wanted nothing to do with them.) Except, then, Kenobi reached out, catching one of Seventeen's hands with his own. Seventeen felt it like an electroshock, couldn't tell if they wanted to flinch back or lunge forward, and so was left trapped in stillness, watching Kenobi step forward, closer still, close enough that Seventeen could wrap their hands around his throat and squeeze. (They were a weapon, had always been, but they had never felt quite so dangerous around Kenobi before, not like this.) "Are you going to shoot me?" Kenobi asked, quiet. Something in Seventeen felt like it had cracked open, raw and bleeding, and they had to swallow down bile or a scream, they couldn't say which, before they could say, "No." Swallowed again, harder, and managed to add, "I'm gonna shoot Cody." Kenobi's smile was a bitter, brittle thing, and Seventeen couldn't resist, any more, the urge to pull him close, against their chest, and wrap their arms around him, ignoring his stiffness, the terror that they hadn't seen on Rattatak, not once, but fancied they could smell on him, now. Kenobi stayed stiff for a moment that dragged into hours and days, before he relaxed with a whispered, "Oh," and strong hands came up to clench at Seventeen's shoulders, tight enough to ache, to hopefully leave bruises deep, where they would throb for days, so Seventeen couldn't forget that this was real, that he was real. Here. Alive. "I thought you were dead," Seventeen said again, tried not to care when their voice cracked. "I'm not," Kenobi whispered, and squeezed Seventeen's shoulders, then pulled away.

You can read the whole fic on Archive of Our Own!

Please take pity on a poor starving author and reblog this post? (Doubly important for rare-pairs, y'all.)

#AlphaObi #17Obi #alpha 17 #fandom:star wars #pairing:alpha-17 x Obi-Wan Kenobi #one shot

[cryptocism]

I love the comic book writing sensibility that Frequency has, like how Three and Five's ending is great for the story being told but if it were a published comic it would still leave them on the table for if a future writer wanted to use them.

whats funny is that despite doing my best to keep in line with dc comics/comic writing sensibilities throughout the fic (staying as comics-accurate as possible in terms of continuity/tone/characterization/story elements etc) that particular comic writing reality was one that was like. kind of a genuine anxiety that i didn't know i had until i started writing this thing.

ive said before that in the original concept for Frequency all of the clones (besides Thad) were going to end up dead. whether it was via killing each other or unintentionally being the instrument of their own demise (disney villain style). obviously it changed because creating an entire narrative about this one character's redemption arc and then not allowing any of the other villains to have a shot at redemption felt hypocritical and like. mean. not to mention antithetical to the whole ethos of the story.

but the reason why killing off all the other clones was my first instinct is partially because i had this kinda subconscious recoil to the idea that any of them would actually continue on after the story was over.

like, because i was trying to stick to canon so much, while figuring out the story a thought came up a couple times that basically went like, "okay, well, if this was a real comic, then...". and inevitably i had a realization that if this WAS a real comic, my original clone characters would be canonized, and therefore available to any future writer who wanted to yank them out of their respective endgames and inject them into other stories. which i Did Not Like the Idea Of.

classic "making up a guy to get mad at" except it was more "making up a reality to get anxious about". because obviously no matter how much it sticks to canon, Frequency still exists in a fan-created space.

but! i'd never made up original characters to put in my own fanmade stuff before and was definitely feeling protective. because all those original clones i made had yknow: a story purpose and narrative function to facilitate the actual key characters, Thad and Bart. the idea of them being removed from that context in any capacity, even if it was in the hands of a good writer, made me have this gut "no STOP you're ruining it!!!!" reaction.

they were all made for Frequency, and to foil Thad as a character, i didnt like the idea of Three being brought back as a one-note villain or Jude and Nathaniel getting folded into the wider Flash cast of allies. and none of them were made to be main character material. plus the character roster at DC is already uhh Extremely Stacked i genuinely did not want the takeaway to be "and here's the nEW ADDITIONS TO THE FLASH FAMILY!" because that wasnt the intention

anyway i got over it lol. i still did my best not to leave any loose ends, and have each ending be wholly satisfying on its own, and ideally the oc clones basically continue on offscreen while the true adventures are based around Thad and Bart. but yeah it felt right to leave off on that note (and served the story much better than killing everybody off)

#duke-nitro #asks #realizing that i felt kinda defensive about Literally The Hypothetical Nonexistent Possibility of other ppl writing my characters... wild #like genuinely very surprising i did not think i was that precious about original characters #especially OCs created for an existing universe that i did not also make up #what probably helped was all the cool fanart i kept seeing of frequency #and seeing other people make their own AUs either based directly off of Frequency “lore” or based on the Multiple Clone AU #u gotta realize when you're taking your fun machine too seriously #like chill its fun dude we're just playing in the space #otherwise u end up committing to stuff that would ruin the story ie killing all your original characters #to safeguard against the hypothetical nonexistent possibility of other people writing those characters #''oh you'd rather smother your baby than see it raised by someone else? #well my name is solomon and i have a sword with an innovative solution to your paternity problem'' #anyway thank you yeah i think it worked out

[buggiebeetlesposts]

Meet my OC, “Azzy”! For my Rick and Morty AU. Azzy is a failed Diane clone made by a drunken Father Sanchez who didn’t have the guts to properly terminate her. Thus abandoning her in another dimension but her synthetic memories make her think she’s supposed to find her husband, now she is constantly in search of her Rick, not knowing she isn’t real. Rick Prime’s plan didn’t work on her since she isn’t considered a real Diane considering all the additional DNA used by Father Sanchez to complete making her. (For Context, Azzy is already an established OC for my other things BUT, she just looked so similar to Diane.)

#artists on tumblr #buggiebeetleart #ocart #original design #original character #digital art #rick and morty #diane sanchez #I-133 Rick AU #rick and morty fandom #rick and morty oc #rick and morty au #Rick I-133

[spookyuu]

Appreciation Post!!

I've seriously been wanting to make a big post appreciating some of the dca content creators that I love (especially after getting to know some of them better) so here's a bunch of compliments and thoughts on them! (Also this is in no order, ily all very much ❤)

@madame-mongoose: Monnster!!! Oh, I love Monnie. Very bullyable (this is a pro). Always so funny and making me laugh. When Monnie comes online, I know there's gonna be some fun times to be had. Easy to talk to and my clone apparently. I wouldn't have made all these new friends if it weren't for Monnie and Sy, so I'm very appreciative of her uwu. Art is very shapely, bendy, very cartoonish in a pleasing way. And very unique to Monnie! I don't think I've seen anyone else with an artstyle like Monnie's. Characters are juicy, very well thought out and full of pain. Your mom.

@suokumi: You came crashing in one day and life has never been the same. Suo is full of love and passion and awful terrible disgusting sleeping habits. But they make up for it by telling everyone else to take care of themselves because they love you sososo much. Really talented, but don't tell them that or else they'll die. Anyway yeah, Suo Art my beloved and also Suo my beloved because we're married. Can bust out 50+ sketches in an hour and is like "dont look" even though I'm frothing at the mouth and shaking them. I love you Suo mwah ❤️

@opudontdonut: La Creatura!!! Bites everyone like watermelon. very fun, very gremlin. Pops in every now and again and throws everyone into a frenzy. A biting frenzy. Good Gaslighter. Take that as you may. Draws chibis really unique in a way I cannot replicate but is so so so so cute. Art is very distinct too!!! The line work especially is very noticable? Thick black lines. Draws the boys v skrunkly too. Nightmare and therapy au my beloveds.

@ariisonfire: TALENTED!!! Very, very talented. Animates, codes, arts, does just about everything and is good at it. Very funny doodles, very dorky. I love Ari!!! Very cute (cutest giggles this side of uh. Idk just really cute giggles) and provides me with Vector content. My spouse, no matter what Lily says.

@skittlewaffle: LOVE the way Kay draws the boys. Her art in general is so sharp and intentional. Precise. Very cartoony as well, good for animation me thinks. Has good AU ideas and brainstorms really well. Literally. The fucking paragraphs kay busts out that obliterate my mind. Also very fun person to hang out with, very silly.

@pillowspace: Beautiful, wonderful person. Somehow manages to draw on her 3ds??? Like a god?? Loves rotini (eat something else I'm begging you) KEEPS FUCKING REBLOGGING MY WATERFALLS PIECE Also has similar brain thoughts as me (ooie to Angel Tango jumpscare) Has a beautiful voice, fr. Sang a song for me which melted my little heart. Makes gut-bustingly funny gifs at the speed of light. Also says??? Things that make no sense but are very funny.

@vilz: Oof, what's not good to say about Val? You know that meme that's like "You're the funniest mother fucker on this webbed site" that's Val. Val's the funniest. Their comics always make me bark laugh like an idiot. Writes very poetically, reading their stuff is like. Like being punched but with a soft caress. Val art is good for the soul, me thinks. Even their doodles on receipt paper give me all the chemicals. Hanging out with Val leaves me smiling for the rest of the day, very fun company.

@cloudyvoid: SUPER talented. Can you believe they drew and rigged their own Vtuber model? I know, impressive right? Draws the DCA skrunkly and lanky just how I like 'em. BRAINS SO HARD WITH ME ABOUT DROWSIE AND GAIA!!? Very nice wonderful person as well, fun company. And ooughhh I just love the oc brainrot with her. Could do it all day, love you mwah.

@crazedauthor: Knows all the fanfics. Well maybe not all, but knows the ones I happen to be thinking about. Pops in mid brainstorm to add something juicy that adds fuel to the fire. Human gasoline. Got obliterated by 1 (one) chip. o7

@daunsun: Another sketch machine. Gives me Eclipse content. FIABC liker, which automatically elevates her status. Tries to shoot people who make fanart, but she deserves it so idk what to tell you. And then turns around and makes fanart for other ppl. smh double standards. Love the way she draws humans. And the boys, but that goes without saying. Honestly the way daun draws the boys is sooo good it's like. I can't even describe. It's like cupcake. Long cupcake.

@cakesfunhouse: Hi __ I'm Cole looking ass. Shoots me dead with fluffy ramblings all the fucking time. Brainstorms really well, dropping good ideas like they had them shoved in their pockets ready to throw. Actually really sweet and fun to talk to. Gremlin, though so beware, they bite. Draws biblically accurate dca fluff, so what's not to love. Will pop in randomly while you're talking to someone else to add something that kills me dead. Like wheezing laughter.

@nmfergus: Nikki my beloved 💜 such a sweetheart, loves to see people happy and excited, always asking questions and seeing how everyone is doing. CHICKENS!!! Farmville. Also Corndrop. Ask Nikki about corndrop. Can you guess what he sells? It's corn. The answer is corn.

@paper-lilypie: LILY!!! omg Lily real. Art is all soft lines and easy to read expressions and kisses and snuggles and basically when I see lily art it's like drinking a cup of hot cocoa. Also the way Lily draws hands? God, what a legend. Give me your hands. Little hater. And enabler. But she's my little hater/enabler so it's okay ❤️ love me a good Lily spotting. Has good au ideas too.

@sycopomp: SYBORG!!! I wouldn't be making this post if it weren't for them and Monnster. Sy writing makes brain go brrrr. Has this way of setting stuff up that pays off later? Like little hints into things that are really fun to pick apart/notice on your own. I can always picture what's happening in Sy writing really well which sucks for me personally when they write ouchie owies. But I love them for it mwah ❤️

@sinnabee: AH Sinna!!! Magician Au makes my brain neurons activate so hard. Very sweet as well, love doing magmas with her. Also funny and caring. Don't get to hang out with much because if timezones but I am always very happy when I do get to vibe with a Sinna. Has wonderful beautiful line work and cool ocs I want to know more about.

@spaciebabie: Chaos. (I'm tempted to have that be the only thing I put here) Also makes me laugh!! drops in and says some shit that has me giggling sillystupid. Art is bubbly. Round. Rotund. Want to get to know better!!! Pizza.

Special Mentions/People I want to get to know better:

@oobbbear: Bearz. Bearz my beloved. Your art makes my heart explode. And you're so funny even without knowing you well. 👁👁 The way you draw so chibi and yet so detailed? Like the way you draw hands? Impeccable. Also H mouth. H mouth so cute. I honestly don't think I would have gotten into drawing Sun and Moon fanart if it wasn't for Bearz' aus infecting me like a disease. So everyone say thank you to Bearz for roping me into this!

@hexheathen: MY NUMBER ONE FAN ❤ My bestie who doesn't know the jesties. I love you with all my heart, and I love spending time with you and the rest of our pals. This is my appreciation post and I say you get appreciated.

@bones-of-a-rabbit: SHY BEAN. Drops some cute ass shit and skitters away. Wish I could know better! They have a lot of good ideas and honestly I see them as one of the best fluff writers for DCA content. It was in Reality Not Fine my beloved. I've said it once and I'll say it again: They really capture the word "Lovestruck" with their expressions. When people say, "They looked at them like they hung the moon and the stars," I imagine the way Rabbit draws sun and moon looking at y/n. It's honestly such a talent.

#spooky speaks #appreciation post #idk what to tag this as #idk I just really love all my friends I guess #theres more to say about everyone but this is so long already 😭 #sorry not sorry I love freely and a lot

[dickarchivist]

Phantom with "Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me" with fem!reader because I love pain 🙃

Worthy of Her Light

Clone OC Phantom × fem!Reader (jedi general, left vague)

Word Count: 807

Prompt: "Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"

Rating: PG-14 for violence and death and sads, but as always MINORS DNI 🔞

Contents and Warnings: vague war violence, character death (technically its Reader)

Song: Shrike by Hozier (Live at Windmill Lane)

Summary: Phantom loved her. He thought, hoped really, he even had the shot at a future with her. Kids, a pet, a place to call their own... he doesn't think that anymore. He doesn't think he'll ever have it. Because she's gone... how is he supposed to live without her?

Author's Notes: This one is in Phantom's POV because painful. Get those first hand feels. Wanna know why Phantom acts like how he does? His fuckboi origins? Yeah it's sadder than you think.

Thank you @n0vqni for this prompt, and your patience ♡ I hope it's worth the wait.

I had never seen a more beautiful person in all my life. Which, that says something, considering what I look like. When I first saw her, I was still brand new, fresh of the cadet line. Shiny, no scuffs, no paint, no scars... I used to hide behind Wraith, if you can believe that. She'd come around, and I'd duck behind him blushing, too nervous to even say hi.

"You're Phantom, right?"

I'd just gotten my name, I wasn't even used to it yet, I was so surprised she knew it. So she waits while I'm lookin around for whoever the fuck "Phantom" is before I jump, go, "Kriff, that's me! Uh, yeah, 1404, Phantom now, I guess."

I think the worst thing about all this, is I never got her name. When she held out her hand, saying who she was, I was too focused on how soft she was... her hands were soft. So warm and gentle, but a firm handshake. I thought to myself "you'll hear it again, someone else will say it. You'll hear it again."

Everyone called her "General", damn title. "Yes ser." Damn formalities. I asked Specs once, he knows everyone's names, real good about it, but he just laughed at me. Said something witty, he's good like that, but... I don't remember what he said anymore. We lost her that day.

I lost her that day. That's all I remember, the fear, the pain...

General Valka, it was the first battle I'd seen him bare his fangs in. We'd been in scraps before, but this one was a full out bloodbath. First time I was scared of him. He snarled, looked at me with those piercing eyes, and growled, "Find her." Over the roar of artillery fire.

In my gut, I already knew. I knew it was too late. I... I couldn't tell you how I found her. None of it makes any sense, even today... Athena swears it was the force guiding me, but clones, we don't... that's not what this is about. It's about her.

Another medic from the 418th was there, he was trying to patch her up, but... but that's hard to do when there's not much left. I yanked off my helmet and threw it forward so I could retrieve it easier.

Her laugh, fuck... fuck I miss it so much. She laughed when my helmet landed beside her, "So dramatic! Acting like you're- ah- you're seeing someone die for th-the first time."

"You're not! You're not, just-- just stay with me, okay? Stay, please? Please... stay with me, come on..."

The medic gave her a shot, quick with a med gun, and I knew what it was immediately. Heavy sedative and a pain killer. There was nothing he could do for her. He left.

"You should get out of here too, you know. The Republic won't like it if their prettiest clone gets blown up in the mud with one of their generals... Tommy, you have to go."

"No." My voice was strained, I held her hand as she placed it on my cheek, "No, I-- I love you, I love you, so I'm not leaving. I'll never--"

"What's my name?"

Her smile was so soft. She knew I didn't know it... she was trying to get me to give up on her. Give me a hall pass, let me leave her there like I would a stranger... "Your name is mine... you're name is the sound of my heart beat when I see you in anywhere. That feeling of nerves in my stomach when I hear you laugh. That kiss I stole in the 'fresher that morning after we-"

"Tommy," her thumb ran over my lips, and I could taste her blood. She smiled at me, pulled me down to kiss her again, one more time. She put her other hand on my chestplate pushing her lightsaber for me to take as whispered against my lips, "I loved you, too... don't stay..."

She died there. I couldn't leave her, I refused. I wrapped when remained of her in her jedi robes, and I carried her back to base. We were there for 15 more days, I don't know what became of her body. General Valka said she was transferred to her home planet, but I couldn't tell you which one it was...

I couldn't tell you anything about her, other than I loved her. I loved her, I begged her to stay, I lost her, and she's gone.

Dax'Malkin told me to keep her light saber. I hope someday I'll be able to turn it on for myself, to see the glow of the golden light blade. When I remember her name, I'll be worthy of that light. I'm told the force can hear us, so, if you're listening...

I love you, still.

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[dingodad]

this is easily my most self indulgent train of thought re:troll bio but...

i've been reading more about siphonophores (for a portuguese man o' war sonic oc obviously) and i've been captivated by this concept of a colonial organism whose constituent parts are in essence actually the same organism. which is to say; while a typical biological colony consists of a multitude of related but genetically distinct organisms (i.e. animals of the same species but not clones), a portuguese man o' war is a colony of genetically identical animals, all born from the same source, who simply take on different shapes in order to serve different purposes in the colony (digestive, reproductive, locomotive, etc.)

and in the past i've talked as well about how much i love the idea that the inside of a troll reflects the world around them in that, just as on alternia the line between machine and organism is blurred, the dissection of a troll might have trouble distinguishing between "organ" and "parasite". where a human has stomach bacteria, a troll has stomach mites; or even a mite for a stomach, a centipede where a mammal's intestines would go. and like gut bacteria, this microbiome changes as the eras pass; diets shift, medicine evolves, and the ecosystem grows. but is this a truly "natural" change in gut flora? or is it a form of cyborgism? where does the microbiome end and the techno-macrobiome begin? indeed, if the troll itself is a parasite that attaches itself to a lusus, so then is the troll race a mixed colony organism? but i digress...

maybe you see where i'm going with this. we know trolls are born from a slurry formed from the genetic material of every single mature member of their race. the legend goes that if two trolls are fated partners, their genes will find each other and overpower all else, but even in this perfect scenario a troll egg can never just be "a" troll egg. sometimes a human finds themselves sharing a womb with another human and is forced to absorb their twin to survive, but how does a troll survive when they share a sac with dozens, hundreds of their ilk?

we know that troll infanthood is brutal; the first theatre of many in a warrior's long, violent life. but even before a larva has mandibles to bite, legs to grasp, spinnerets to choke, perhaps there's another avenue toward survival entirely? we know, too, that trolls are social insects whose bodies pupate into a myriad of different castes and morphs to best serve the specific niche in the colony which needs filling. some become armored drones, built not for warring with the colony's enemies but for picking off aberrations within the colony itself; others never pupate at all, but become larger and larger grubs until their limbs are powerless to relocate their cavern-sized egg chambers. but would you consider morphing even further beyond recognition if it was your one chance at survival? would you become just a small part of a colony organism led by a grub with stronger genes if it meant you could perform even a small role in the hive? would you compromise, if it meant you didn't have to fight? would you become a stomach mite? would you become an intestinal centipede? would you become an organ-parasite whose sole purpose is digestion, reproduction, locomotion?

[zoeykallus]

Giiiiiirl! We all need some Tech, but something soft and chaste, complicated, slow burning, very angsty! And with some heartache, don't forget the heartache!

😮... erm... Anoooon! Lucky for you, I have something in my wips I could work on that feels like it fits this profile... in a way... I guess. Heartache? Okay, but don't come crying to me later. It was originally a draft with my OC (Which I never would have finished or published anyway), but I think I can fix it up.

Tech/Howzer x 'Jedi'!Fem!Reader - Shortfic / Oneshot - The Misfits

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Fluff/Heartache/!!!!MAJOR SPOILER FOR TBB S2!!!!!

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After you fell in love with Howzer, you left the Order. You haven't seen him for a long time and according to rumors he is most likely no longer alive.

In your search for answers to where all the clones are disappearing to, you stumble upon a squad of clones in desperate need of help.

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AC: I changed some timeline related things as well as canon itself and call it artistic freedom 🙂. Depending on your point of view, there is a happy ending, or there is none. Or a bit of both. I totally went over board with this, but I kinda love it. It's probably one of my favorite things I worked on.

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Above him, the life of his squad hangs by a thread; below him is a yawning void, a deep abyss. Within a few heartbeats, Tech has calculated all possible scenarios. There is only one way out, one way only. He can save his family if he sacrifices himself. Plan 99. Wrecker and Omega beg him not to cut the connection, Hunter even orders him to.

"When have we ever followed orders," Tech says, drawing his blaster.

Every move, that what he needs to do is logical, but it feels surreal, heavy-handed. His heart is pounding up to his throat, yet he feels strangely calm. He knows he's doing the right thing. Tech doesn't want to go, but it's a necessity to ensure the continued existence of Clone Force 99, to give his brothers and Omega a chance to survive.

The few seconds in which he aims and pulls the trigger are forever, seeming almost infinite to him. He hears his brothers calling for him and Omega's screams. In the next moment, the connection is cut, and he drops falls, his stomach tingling, everything tingling, but his muscles relaxed. His heart is racing, but his mind is calm and unusually empty for the first time in a long time.

But something is wrong, his fall slows down, even his direction of flight changes. His mind awakens again. Tech looks around, tries to orientate himself, and realizes that he is heading for one of the towers along which the cable car runs. He has no idea what is happening, there is no logical explanation, no updrafts strong enough, he has no wings and no way to control his fall, it makes no sense.

He gets close enough to grab one of the crossbars on the tower. His heart leaps as his fall stops, and he clings to the tower. Tech still can't quite grasp that he's alive, doesn't quite understand what just happened. A surge of euphoria floods his body; he doesn't have to die.

But his mind sobers up very quickly. His gaze shoots upward. The car with his brothers is moving again, but disproportionately fast, they would very likely crash into the stop.

Up above the tracks he sees a figure, a woman, she moves quickly, elegantly, dodging shots, but most interesting, she wields a green lightsaber with which she deflects the blaster shots of the Imperials.

"A Jedi," he says to himself.

Then comes the realization. He didn't fly, the Jedi must have saved him. Tech begins to hastily climb down, he must be on the ground on foot trying to reach his brothers in time. At the bottom, even as he runs, he hears the car crash into the platform. His guts want to tie themselves in knots, but he keeps running, can only hope that no one is too badly hurt.

You see dust and smoke swirl up as you jump down from the tracks into the crash site. Behind you, you hear hurried footsteps. The one you rescued earlier also reaches the crash site. He stops for a moment, stares at you, his eyes big. Finally, he rushes past you into the wreckage to check on his companions.

Some of them are injured, not fatally, but too badly to fight.

"I assume you have a shuttle," you say, more or less addressing everyone.

"Who's that?" the biggest of them asks with a groan, holding his aching ribs.

You wave it off and say, "We can work that out later. I'll back you up on the way to your shuttle if you'll take me. The imperials shot down my shuttle," you say, helping the girl to her feet, who looks at you wide-eyed, then at Tech.

"TECH!"

The girl hugs the man fiercely as tears stream down her face.

"You're alive!" she says as if she can't believe it.

He wipes away her tears and says gently but firmly, "You need to pull yourself together for a moment, Omega, first we need to get out of here"

"Go!" growls the one with the longer hair and bandana, "No time".

He grits his teeth, stumbles limping through the rubble and almost falls, but you grab his arm and help him. You can sense his pain.

"Thank you," he presses out in anguish, between clenched teeth.

Under fire, you rush back to the shuttle as fast as you can. Tech helps the sergeant, the big one named Wrecker holds up on his own. You fend off incoming shots, more than a few of which would hit one back or another without your help. The blade of the laser sword hums, buzzing through the air like an extension of your body, every movement, fluid and natural.

Tech keeps looking over his shoulder, fascinated. He's seen many a Jedi, but somehow, there is something different about you, something that already draws him in.

Pabu is beautiful, peaceful and the people refreshingly warm. A good place to come to rest, at least temporarily. However, you are a bit frustrated at the moment, your attempts to repair your holopad have failed. Annoyed, you place the device back down on the half-wall in front of you.

"Fuck it," you grumble to yourself as you hear a soft noise behind you.

You turn and see Tech, his helmet tucked under his arm, looking at you in surprise with raised brows. He's unobtrusive, yet somehow always near you.

"Excuse my choice of words," you say with a wry smile.

He shrugs carefully and says, "I may not be a fan of that language, but it doesn't bother me much either. However, I must say that this choice of words surprises me, hearing it from a Jedi. I don't think I've ever heard a Jedi swear before."

You laugh softly.

"What makes you think I'm a Jedi?"

Tech blinks thoughtfully, adjusts his goggles with his index finger, and says, "Well, I thought it was obvious. You carry a lightsaber, use the Force, and you are clearly not a Sith."

You nod slowly, "Yes, I can understand why you would come to that conclusion. But I'm not a Jedi, not anymore, not for a few years now."

He extends his hand to you invitingly and says, "May I help you with that?"

You pick up the holopad again and pass it to him. As he deftly takes the device apart, he cautiously asks, "May I ask why you left the Order?"

You sigh softly and sit down on the half-wall, looking down at the beach for a moment as if searching for an answer there, then look at Tech again.

"I never really fit in with the Jedi. You could say among the Jedi I was an outsider to some extent."

Tech looks up curiously from the holopad. He notes that this is something that connects you, he and his brothers never really fit in among the other clones either. He says, "That must have been difficult."

You nod with a sigh, "Sometimes more, sometimes less. I lacked that absolute calm, that restraint. Although I grew up in the Order from a very young age, I have never been able to put aside my emotional nature. The decision that I had to leave the Order was made when I fell in love."

Tech looks up again, blinking, you sense unease beneath his surface.

"In love?" he asks, swallowing, "Oh. Jedi aren't supposed to do that, are they?"

"No, they shouldn't. Well, it happens to many actually, but a real Jedi, cuts themselves loose from it, I didn't want that to happen."

The little, "Oh" that comes across his lips sounds oddly vulnerable.

Tech is still tinkering with your holopad when he asks, "And what happened to that love of yours?"

You swallow and feel an uncomfortable pressure on your chest as you answer quietly, "I don't know. I haven't seen him in a very long time. He was stationed on Ryloth. After Order 66, I couldn't possibly go there, too many clones in one place, and… I was terrified that he had succumbed to the chip as well. If he had tried to kill me, I don't think I could have stomached it. But from what I've heard, he's probably no longer alive anyway."

Tech looks at you in surprise.

"The man you loved was a reg?"

You frown and repeat, "Reg?"

He shakes his head apologetically.

"Sorry. Regular clone, meaning clones that haven't been modified like Clone Force 99"

"Oh, I see," you say understandingly, "Yes, by that standard I suppose he was a Reg. As far as I've heard, he ultimately acted contrary to programming. He was arrested for treason when he liberated the Syndulla family"

Tech looks up again.

"Howzer?" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah," you say, also surprised, "You know him?"

"[Knowing him] is probably too much of a word. We ran into him. At the Syndullas liberation operation. For that matter, I'm afraid I have to confirm the rumor you heard, Howzer really has been arrested by the Empire for treason."

Your heart grows heavy. You swallow. You feel a slight burning behind your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

"Then I guess he really is dead," you say with a heavy sigh, "Actually, I'm not surprised, I was already expecting it, and we haven't seen each other in over a year, but it still hurts."

Tech put the holopad back together. He gently presses the device into your hand, holding your hand almost tenderly for a brief moment as he does so.

"I'm sorry."

He's really sorry, but part of him feels relief that Howzer can't be a part of your life anymore, and he's ashamed of it. In fact, he's shocked at how he feels about you and how that realization affects him.

As Tech lets go of you, he says softly, "Your holopad is working again."

You blink and look at the device.

"Thank you so much. You're really handy with these things, aren't you?"

Tech smiles gently.

"At the risk of sounding smug, I have to say, 'handy' is probably an understatement, but yes".

Tech's heart beats faster when he sees you enter the room. He looks up, smiles at you briefly, and nervously turns his attention back to the cards lying on a box in front of him.

"You're playing… Against yourself?" you ask, surprised.

He nods and says as a matter of course, "Of course, that's the only way this game is still a challenge for me."

Your soft laugh, turns his cheeks a little pink.

"I actually believe you," you say, amused.

You glance over his shoulder.

"You're probably really good at this, you'll have to teach me when you have the time".

Tech's shoulders tighten proudly, he turns his head to the side to look at you shyly for a moment and shows you his cute little smile, just very briefly, but adorably cute.

You are so close, very close to him, for a moment he can smell your scent even more clearly than before and a shiver runs through his body. If he wasn't sitting right now, Tech is sure, his knees would buckle under him. What's happening to him here, what are you doing to him? Does this have something to do with the Force? Tech doesn't dare ask. But he feels something like a connection, and he feels all warm. Maybe he's just incubating a disease. Are there parasites on Pabu that he doesn't know about?

His thoughts are racing in all directions, but then you move again, sit down opposite him. His gaze follows you, spellbound. Tech blinks several times, trying to collect himself. Spending time with you is so wonderful in a way, so exciting, but it also completely messes with his head.

"Are we going to play a game? Will you teach me?"

His mouth opens, but it takes him a long moment to find his voice again.

"I… yes, I'd love to. But the circumstances aren't exactly fair. My mind is… special, it will be anything but easy to win against me"

With a soft laugh whose sound tickles all the way to his stomach, you say, "I don't have to win, first I just want to learn"

You learn quickly. Surprised, with a very slight tinge of frustration, and not a little appreciation, he notes that you soon beat him over and over again.

"No one has ever won against me until now," he says, impressed, but also thoughtful.

Part of him was hoping to impress you, but now he almost feels a little intimidated.

You smirk.

"Well, this is a game where a lot depends on how well you know your opponent and how to interpret their behavior. I have a simple advantage, I can sense your intentions in the Force, maybe the circumstances really aren't fair."

His pulse races. Instead of being angry that you more or less cheated through the Force, panic rises in him. If you can sense his intentions, can you sense what you are triggering in him?!

You tilt your head slightly to the side and look at him questioningly, which only emphasizes his fear. Tech jumps up, nearly knocking over the box still containing your playing cards.

"I have to take care of something," he stammers and runs out of the room a little too hastily.

Echo enters the cockpit of the Marauder in search of Tech. He finds him there, too, using a medical scanner on himself. Echo's brows go up questioningly.

"Tech, what's wrong?"

Startled, Tech looks up, collects himself, and finally answers, "I'm looking for traces of a disease or parasite."

Concerned, Echo moves closer.

"So you're not feeling well?"

Tech sighs and says, "It's hard to tell. I'm showing certain symptoms"

"Which are?"

"Increased heart rate, queasy feeling in stomach, sweaty palms, shaky knees".

Echo frowns and says, "That doesn't sound like a parasite."

Echo thinks for a moment and then something occurs to him. With a certain undertone, he asks, "Those symptoms wouldn't happen to show up in connection with our Jedi guest?"

Tech lowers the scanner and looks critically at Echo.

"Are you suggesting she might have infected me with something?"

Echo says, amused, "More or less. She's pretty, she's nice, well she's special."

Tech sighs softly and says, "I agree."

Echo sits down in the copilot seat, looks at Tech and says, "You'd rather be sick than in love?"

"In love?!" echoes Tech in near panic.

His brother raises his hands placatingly.

"Relax, it's a normal thing, not the end of the world. But it's also natural to have a certain respect for these feelings. They make us vulnerable and as soldiers we are trained to avoid such things, especially as clones. But there are no regulations anymore, you could take the leap and explore these feelings."

Techs heart beats faster, just the thought that there might be something between you sends what feels like millions of signals through his body.

"Are you scared?"

Tech gulps.

"I'm not sure about that, in a way I guess I am. She can use the Force, maybe she already knows, maybe she's already sensed what I'm feeling."

Echo shrugs.

"I suppose it's possible. But so far it doesn't seem to me like she's avoiding you, that's a good sign after all."

Tech nods slowly, agreeing with his brother.

The sun is slowly setting, but it is still wonderfully warm. Your hands rest on the waist-high stone wall in front of you and feel the warmth of the sun stored in it, which has been shining on it all day. A real, pleasant feeling. Then you feel something else, with your mind.

"Hey, Tech. Did you get done what you needed to get done?"

You turn to him with a smile. It's almost unusual to see him without his datapad in his hand. Tech stands next to you and looks out at the ocean and how the sun seems to be sinking into the water on the horizon.

"Yes, I have," he says softly.

You can sense that something is going on beneath his surface, he is excited and euphoric at the same time, but outwardly he seems quite calm. You look at each other, you feel it coming, but you don't move a muscle. Unsure if you want to let it happen or not. He leans towards you, his lips chastely touching your cheek, then he straightens up again with blushing cheeks and looks out at the water again, unable to face your gaze.

It's a strange feeling. You like Tech a lot, you can't quite place it yet, but something about it feels wrong, maybe because you can't quite release Howzer from your heart yet.

"Sorry," he says suddenly, "I didn't mean to cross any lines."

You sigh softly and carefully reach for his hand. Tech's heart overflows with joyful excitement, you can feel it, it practically spills over to you, but you pull yourself together.

"There's something you should know, Tech."

He does finally look at you again, questioningly.

"You can tell me anything," he says quietly.

With a cautious smile, you nod and say, "I can feel what you feel for me, at least I think I can. These feelings, I must admit, are not entirely one-sided."

There is great joy radiating from him, nervousness, euphoria, but also a bitter undertone of insecurity.

He says, "I have a feeling there's still a 'but' there."

You nod again and say, "My heart is not ready to let go of Howzer. I know he's most likely no longer among the living, but I'm not ready to let him go just yet."

"Oh," Tech says quietly, "That's not a problem. I, um, I can wait until you're ready."

"I can't ask you to do that, I don't know how long it will take" you say uncertainly, lowering your eyes.

You would love to let him hug and comfort you, just let go and snuggle up to Tech's side, but something, hidden deep inside you, prevents you from doing so.

Tech repeats determinedly, "I can wait," and very gently squeezes your fingers in his hand.

At that moment, your heart opens a little wider to him and his, adorably sweet, little, smile.

"Rex is coming to Pabu," Hunter says, "And he's bringing some more of our brothers with him that he was able to rescue from the clutches of the Empire."

You remember Rex, a little bit, anyway. A decent guy, good soldier, he was Skywalker's Clone Captain. Skywalker was the only Jedi at the time who seemed to understand you to some extent, at least you always had a good conversation with him. You wonder where he is now, if he is still alive. But a noise pulls you out of your thoughts.

A shuttle is approaching and lands next to the Marauder, which suddenly seems quite small in comparison. The ramp opens and Rex emerges from it, followed by several other clones.

Tech shows up next to you, giving you a gentle smile before focusing on the arrivals, his datapad in hand as usual.

You greet the new arrivals. Rex even recognizes you, you talk for a moment when you hear someone say, "Hey little Jedi."

There is only one man who has ever called you that.

"Howzer", the name comes across your lips like a whisper.

You turn around and see him standing in front of you. He looks tired, but the smile on his face is still irresistible. Neither of you think for long. You embrace each other stormily and Howzer engages you in a long, longing kiss.

As his lips part from yours, he leans his forehead against yours and says, "Honestly, I hardly dared to hope I'd ever see you again, beautiful."

The world around you has faded out, there is only Howzer and you, even though all eyes are on you. Some confused, others amused. But you also feel Tech's shock, poking through all the other sensations surrounding you, like an electric shock.

The datapad in his hands crackles and creaks protestingly under the pressure of Tech's fingers as he watches your kiss. He didn't expect this, didn't expect Howzer to ever appear on the scene again.

Tech could have imagined waiting until you were ready for him, but this changes everything. The realization is like a shock, and a wave of bitterness rolls over him against his will.

The datapad cracks in his hands. Echo next to him stares in disbelief at the kissing scene, then his gaze shifts to Tech with concern.

"Tech…" he says softly, but Tech drops the datapad to the floor, turns on his heel, and walks away in a hurry.

Hunter and Echo exchange a frown, a worried look.

"I'll go check on him," Echo says, and sets about following Tech.

That same evening, you're sitting on the beach with Howzer, holding hands, talking, telling each other all the things that happened during the time you were apart. Then you feel it again, the tentative, tender presence of Tech. You turn your head and look up at him.

You haven't seen him since this morning, since Rex and Howzer arrived. You don't know where he's been or what he's been doing during that time. But since Echo followed him and also stayed gone all day, you suspect he was talking to his brother.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I know you probably have a lot to talk about, but I'd like to ask for a private conversation," Tech says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Howzer frowns questioningly, but when you agree and leave with Tech, he has no objections, trusting you and waiting on the beach as Tech and you walk away, out of earshot and sight.

"I know," Tech begins, "Things have changed now, of course. Howzer's still alive, and I don't presume to make demands or get in the way. I'm very fond of you, and even though I'd like to be in Howzer's place, all I really want is for you to be happy."

His pain is deep and more intense than you expect, you can feel it almost as clearly as if it were your own.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

Tech raises his hand.

"No, don't be. Neither my feelings nor the current situation are your fault. You should be happy, you have the man you love back."

Everything inside you tightens. Yes he is right, you should be happy, but you are not, not completely. But maybe that's just what you feel going out from Tech.

"Something about this whole situation doesn't feel right," you say so softly that he almost doesn't hear it.

He smiles sadly and says, "That's just because you're a good person, you have a good heart. You know that I feel pain, and you would like to change that. But you can't, this is something that will heal with time."

You take a deep breath, stand on your tiptoes, and he leans towards you. You gently kiss Tech's cheek and say, "You know I still care about you immensely, right?"

He swallows, finally nods, and says, barely audibly, "I know that."

As you part ways, he stares after you for a long time as his hand automatically moves to his cheek and his fingers settle on the spot where you kissed him. He will never forget this moment.

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Dramatics

Prompt(s): Hope/Forgiveness

Warnings: No warnings apply

Characters: Commander Fox, Sergeant Hound, Grizzer, Yarn (Clone OC)

Additional Tags: Forgiveness, in the most unserious and comedic way possible, Fluff, Grizzer is a Drama Queen, Bribery

Summary/Description: Fox will take it as a win that the kid wasn’t asking stupid questions like ‘what is one of my commanders doing underneath a table?’ Because the answer is: Trying and failing to bribe/beg/grovel for Grizzer's forgiveness with a rope toy

“Uh, you okay there, commander?”

Fox bangs his head on the table, and he swears Grizzer’s laughing at him as he rolls over to address the issue. The issue being one of his annoying brothers coming by at the most inopportune of moments. “I’m perfect, private. Was there something you needed?”

Unfortunately, that did not send the shiny away, nor was he spilling what he actually walked into the room for. But, Fox will take it as a win that the kid wasn’t asking stupid questions like ‘what is one of my commanders doing underneath a table?’ 

Flipping back over, Fox wiggles the rope toy closer to Grizzer’s nose. The massiff yawns and rests his head back on his front paws, facing away from Fox. “Come on, Grizzer,” Fox whispers. He flicks the end of the toy closer to Grizzer.

“What the commander isn’t saying,” Fox is going to kill Hound, “is that he upset Grizzer this morning and must now beg his forgiveness.”

“An exaggeration,” Fox retorts with a sniff. “Grizzer’s a drama queen who’s moping over nothing.”

Somebody- it’s Hound, the shiny wouldn’t have the guts- nudges Fox’s leg and scoffs. “Not what it looks like to me, sir.” The table creaks slightly as Hound sits on top of it, and Fox eyes it warily.

“Hound, if you bring this table down on top of me…”

“I’ll suddenly be field promoted to replace you and will buried under piles of paperwork and comm calls from whiny senators, yeah, yeah.” Fox can just imagine Hound’s dismissive hand wave. “Hey, shiny, you have a name yet?”

“I’ve been trying Yarn, sir. My squad, uh, they called me ‘Chatterbox’ because I always was bringing them the latest gossip and all, so I wanted to try and spin off that.”

Fox tilts his head and thinks it over. “So you spun yarns as a cadet?”

“Yessir.”

“Clever.” Better than some reasonings he’s heard, not that he’s going to argue with any of his brothers about names of all things. Fox pulls the toy back and takes a breath before tossing it towards Grizzer again. This time he got an interested eye. “Come on,” he mutters. “You wanna play right?”

“Um, commander?”

Fox closes his eyes. He sighs, “Yes, Yarn?”

“What exactly did you do to Grizzer?”

Hound barks a laugh, and Fox drops his forehead to the floor with a groan. “Well, Yarn, you see, our dear Commander Fox was getting his lunchtime refill of caf. And while Grizzer was just minding his own business in the break room like the good massiff he is, Commander Fox kicks him.”

Fox whips his head up, banging it against the table again, and raises a finger. “I barely touched him!” Grizzer jerks at the sudden noise and with a loud huff, stands and walks out from under the table. Fox turns back towards the massiff and reaches after him, “No, wait, Grizzer, come back! I’m sorry!”

“Looks like Grizzer’s not accepting your apology, Commander,” Hound says through his snickers. The table rocks as he stands with a sharp whistle. Grizzer’s claws scrap against the floor. Fox pulls himself out from under the table just in time to see Hound give Grizzer a treat and a round of pets. “Next time, sir, might I recommend grabbing some treats? He’s always in the mood for them.” Hound smirks, then hooks a lead on Grizzer’s collar before leaving for his patrol.

Yarn stands in the middle of the room, looking back and forth between Hound’s retreating back and Fox’s darkening face. His eyes gain a bit of a gleam, and the faintest hint of a smile plays on his lips. “Can I help you, private?” Fox all but snarls.

“No, sir. Have a good day, sir.” Yarn snaps off a quick salute and darts off.

It’s not until the shiny’s long gone that it occurs to Fox that Yarn had admitted to being the gossiper of his squad. He lurches off the floor with a curse, “Force damnit, I knew I shouldn’t have gotten up today.”

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