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guestiguess · 3 months
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Romano from ER for @blackmonitor because she's weird but I support her 👋✨ (also the fandom is almost dead soooooo)
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emipon · 5 months
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I’ve been working on Queen Amidala’s Parade dress 🕺
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xbaebsae · 1 year
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gadmiral-thrawn · 26 days
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Is it just me or did we all completely underestimate the size of the turbo tank
This is some of the stormtroopers against it.
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Like look at the size of is shit. That dudes literally shorter than the wheel
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SHIRTLESS CASSIAN ANDOR I REPEAT SHIRTLESS CASSIAN ANDOR
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timetot · 1 month
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a fork in the road in the codywan tag.
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trudemaethien · 5 months
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Hi! The random generators (even if I had to use a different one for the words) gave me Hardcase/Comet and evanescent shoe.
Beautiful.
“Nah, that guy’s called Comet because he leaves behind a deceptively sparkly trail of icy debris in his wake. You don’t want to go after him, Hardcase.”
“Maybe I’d like to chase that tail, though,” Hardcase says, staring after the path Comet’s circling around the dance floor. He’s soon lost in the swirling, gyrating throng.
“Torrent pup thinks he want to try and run with wolves?” one of the Wolfpack teases, draping himself over the back of their booth. This is the silver-haired one, and he looks eerie under the colorful lights. His grin has more teeth than are strictly friendly, but he is grinning and slouching and talking to them, so Hardcase smiles back cheerily.
“Sounds like an exhilarating good time,” he says, and across the table Jesse mouths (Sinker) at him, so he adds, “You wanna introduce me, Sinker? I’ll wag my tail and everything; only bite for play.”
Sinker throws back his head and laughs. “Only because I think Comet would get a kick out of you. Come on; what am I introducing you as…Bold, Terror, Audacity?”
“It’s Hardcase.”
Sinker laughs harder, chest shaking against Hardcase’s bicep as he guides them through the crowd. He lets go and gives Hardcase a shove, making him trip and stumble right into the arms of—he looks up and it’s who he asked to meet, Comet, looking down at him bewildered and then up at his smirking brother.
“I brought you a squeaky toy,” Sinker says smugly. “Comet, Hardcase; Hardcase, Comet.”
Comet looks at him again, amused and puzzled. “You…squeak?” Hardcase gets his feet back under himself and straightens his fatigue blouse.
“Bet, if you bite him,” Sinker teases, shoving them together again as he passes them to leave. “Have fun; save the pieces!”
At least Hardcase didn’t trip this time.
“Hi,” he says, “I did not ask him to say that.”
“No, I know; sorry my brother thinks he’s funny.” But Comet looks like he thought it was pretty entertaining too, and his smile has the same sort of teeth as Sinker’s had. No wonder people call the Wolfpack feral.
Hardcase glances over where Jesse and Fletch had been and doesn’t see them, and then feels the sharp pinch of teeth on his neck, and a swipe of warm wet tongue between them. He does make an embarrassingly high noise, and Comet’s snickering becomes giggling becomes full-blown laughter.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says unrepentantly, eyes glittering with glee, and that’s it. This is one grenade these wolves have tried to cook off just a moment too karking long.
Hardcase reels him in and kisses his laughing mouth with more teeth than is nice, and apparently that’s exactly the way these lunatics like it. Comet groans and gives back as good as he’s getting.
Hardcase can’t say he doesn’t like it, himself.
He’s not exactly sure how they get back to the barracks, since it’s hard to observe your surroundings with someone in your face; it’s a blur of making out and moving on autopilot.
The Wolfpack survivors had been given smaller quarters, and it seems they remain in them while regaining battalion strength and retraining all their new arrivals. It’s there that they land. No one else is in, and there’s not a whole lot of discussion why or who’s where, only less and less clothing and more and more enthusiastic touching.
It’s very nice, even if Comet’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Hardcase feels lucky to have gotten to know him like this. He’s a lot of fun, joking and teasing and wrestling.
Telling Comet this turns into round number—are they counting? Nope, they have better things to be doing.
<><>
Hardcase checks the chrono and curses with lighthearted annoyance. “I have formation. Wish I could stay.” He sits up and starts sorting through the mess of fatigues on the floor to separate his out.
“Mmm, I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” Comet says, tracing fingers over his hip and up the line of his tattoo on his back.
Hardcase turns and catches his hand, kissing his knuckles and tucking it away where it can’t start anything else they don’t have time to finish. “I’ll probably have detail all morning, and resupply after midmeal. This evening?”
“We’re taking night watch all this next week,” Comet says regretfully.
“And we leave in two days,” Hardcase adds, further dampening the mood.
“If this is goodbye, come tell me properly,” Comet pulls him in, and kisses him until he’s too distracted to think of being sad.
“Wasn’t it, uh, zero-eight for your formation?” Comet asks against his lips, “because it’s quarter-til.”
“Kriff,” Hardcase says with feeling, and scrambles to his feet. “Where’s my belt, cap…” he mumbles, patting himself down and looking around to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Toss me my other shoe, by the bed?”
Comet wings it at him, and Hardcase barely catches it, turning into the throw with an involuntary shout. Comet, still tangled in his sheets, is cracking up, so Hardcase flings it back at him to shut him up, and immediately regrets it as Comet tucks the shoe under himself and looks prepared to defend it with the utmost shenanigans.
“Hey, no, I need that! Come on, Comet.”
“No, I think I’m keeping this now,” Comet drawls.
“Hhheckkk. Please give it back? I’m already going to be late; you’re going to make me be out of uniform too? And I just got done dealing with the assholes in requisitions,” Hardcase wheedles.
“Take one of mine,” Comet says nonchalantly kicking the lid off his half-slid-out under-bunk kit box. His boot-shoes, worn with both armor and with fatigues are right on top. “Maybe it’ll help you keep your feet.”
Hardcase pauses, instantly more serious. “You’re giving me a piece of your shell?” he asks carefully, reining back his sudden eager interest.
“You did it first,” Comet says easily, but his smile says he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Keep my paint clean, you hear?”
There’s a thin stripe of grey around the edge of the sole. Hardcase’s boots are still unpainted. He hadn’t been joking about just having to draw new ones from supply after his last set had gotten damaged.
“I’ve still got to paint mine,” Hardcase says. “I can do it next time I see you?”
“Yeah,” Comet says, hugging his pillow. “I’d like that.”
Chasing Tail 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903022
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obikinetic · 2 years
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Day 20: Bluff
Inspired by you be the tightrope, baby i'll be the safety net by @tennessoui
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“Oh!” Padmé, at least, recovers much faster than Richard had. “I didn’t know you were still together.”
“Neither of us has social media,” Obi-Wan responds airily. “Why post about your life when you can just live it?”
Anakin turns to shoot him a look, one thick eyebrow raised in disbelief. Obi-Wan has an Instagram and Twitter account just to talk about books, as well as an Instagram for their cat.
Oh, alright. Quinlan’s cat that Obi-Wan gets to cat-sit sometimes.
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When I read this fic weeks ago I felt so lovesick and jealous of them that I had a mild breakdown and cried. And then when I went to scan it again today for reference? BOOM, tears again. I cannot stress this enough: I. Want. What. They. Have.
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Textless version under the cut!
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jt-319 · 8 months
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Darth Vader and the Cafpot Mystery
Vader: So...Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know
Needa: I did. I broke it—
Vader: No. No you didn’t. Tom?
Venka: Don’t look at me. Look at Veers
Veers: What?! I didn’t break it!
Venka: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Veers: Because it’s sitting right infront of us, and it’s broken
Venka: ...Suspicious
Veers: No, it’s not
Piett: If it matters, probably not, but Motti was the last one to use it
Motti: LIAR! I don’t even drink that crap!
Piett: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the caf cart earlier?
Motti: I use the wooden stirs to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, FIRMUS
Needa: Ok, ok. Let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, my lord
Vader: NO! Who broke it?!
Veers: ...My lord?...Jerjerrod’s been awfully quiet
Jerjerrod: REALLY-
Veers: Yeah, really-
Jerjerrod: -OH MY GOD
Everyone: *Arguing in the background
Vader: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it
A dumb idea parody of Parks & Rec
Some explanations bc my overthinking demanded at the last sec:
I knew @musewrangler Venka’s first name is also Tom and I didn’t know who else to fill in
I like Venka anyway
I also know we know Vader doesn’t have actual hands but again, I didn’t know what else to do. It still fits tho :P
Reading a lot of theirs and @madelgard and gang’s fics triggered my brain to compile this
And I happened to be watching the original clip at random
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rinn-e · 2 years
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Obikin ☆
[Sketching with tones]
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wulfhalls · 1 year
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visually they were onto something here
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guestiguess · 1 month
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daydreaming-en-pointe · 2 months
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What Star Wars movies you seen? Me personally I've seen all of the Prequel and Original trilogies, and The Force Awakens
I’ve seen all the movies that have been released — which means the prequels, originals, and sequels
As for shows I’ve seen Rebels, TCW, The Bad Batch, The Mandalorian, TBoBF, ToTJ, Andor and Ahsoka :D
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sun-roach · 9 months
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Merit:*walks into Patchers office with a bag of medical supplies* Look at what I found Ori'vod! *he gently sets down the bag next to Patchers desk. He is moving slower than usual, and he hides a blaster wound on his right side by turning his body away. Merit knows he is caught and smiles too bright, gently hitting his twins' vambraces together nervously.* Well, I got to go talk to Fox, see you later, Ori'vod!
A rough hand grabs Merit's shoulder, causing the younger man to freeze and tense.
He doesn’t have to look over his shoulder to know that Patcher is glaring at him with such intensity that even his heart decides to stop for a moment. Cold sweat forms on Merit's forehead, dark rumors cursing trough his mind.
'Never go to Patcher. He will break more bones.'
'I saw him drinking a vod's blood.'
'Did you know? If you get hurt our chief medic will let you meet his pet ghoul.'
Of course most vode, including Merit, had already met Patcher several times and nothing had happened. Yet the older man's aura invokes that unjust fear in anyone, anytime.
It doesn’t help that the man had caused their lovely, quiet marshal commander to cuss and curse and cry in pain last night either. (In reality Fox only got poked by a needle and taken away all of his caf).
Patcher pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand as he notices his brother's fear.
<Hn.>
The chief medic picks him up and just carefully puts him on one of the free cots. Before Merit can even start to protest and chuckle nervously to tell him that everything is alright, Patcher flips two fingers against his vod'ika's head.
<How about you tell me what happened instead of causing me more work? >
The medic grumbles, but his red eye softens with such care that Merit immediately forgets all those dark, horrifying stories.
Patcher gathers all the utensils he needs and starts patching him in silence, completely focusing on his task to make it as painless as possible.
At the end the chief medic nods and takes off his gloves to pat Merit's head.
<Got me the medical supplies to treat you, kid hn?>
Even if his smile is not visible, the amusement shines trough his rough, deep voice.
< You should get here tomorrow again. I will give you some more bacta then. >
Patcher walks towards his desk to make some notes on a data pad before he grabs a jar full of bonbons. He takes one out and hands it to Merit.
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steffyanie · 4 days
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gods fuckign damnit mark, why.........
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dooku being a dick
:,(
dooku being a dick but struggling w mourning the loss of qui-gonn bc he actually cared abt him
:,)
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