"Do you think we can keep it?"
Illustration for The Art of Losing (Is Hard to Master) by the amazing @insertmeaningfulusername
Summary: On a mission into Separatist space, Rex loses his entire squad except for one - and gains a friend who leads him through the labyrinth of grief to a brighter day.
I'm so happy to finally introduce this poor doomed squad to you: from left to rigth that's Rain, Amber, Rex (obviously), Bug, Whiplash and Clear. And you'll just have to read the fic to learn the name of the curious fluffball who's trying to befriend them ;)
With @xylionet as our wonderful beta for the story (and who also tirelessly cheered us on) we made up Team 16 for the @clonebang! I loved working with them so much! <3
ID and some closeups under the cut ->
[ID: A picture of 6 clone troopers resting. The landscape is snowy. Rain is standing furthest to the left. Their helmet is held in their hand. They are scowling at Rex. Next to them is Amber, standing with her back turned to Rain. Rex is crouched in the foreground, hand on one knee, as he offers his mug to a fox like creature with 4 eyes, 6 legs and 2 tails. Behind Rex to the right Bug is slightly bent over, mug in hand, grinning, other hand resting on his thigh. Off to the right side of the picture are Whiplash and Clear. Whiplash is standing, head turned to Rex but face obscured by his helmet. Clear is sitting, helmet balanced on one knee and mug in his hand. He is watching Rex, too. /End ID]
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The Invinciblity of Time | Doctor Who x In Space with Markiplier | Tenth Doctor + Engie
A/N: Idk if I'll do more of these but I know I'm very proud of myself for that title hehe.
Warnings: None :)
“I do love a good spaceship,” The Doctor stated, fully conscious that he was speaking only to himself. It helped, in some ways, to act as though someone was still there. Else all he’d have was his own thoughts, and they were something he’d rather not be trapped with.
The medium-length corridor oozed the stylings of the 51st century. Even the lighting choice - all blues and purples - reminded him of the famous 3D painting of the Medusa Cascade from this period; reprinted and sold for profit as was humanity’s want, so that the pattern appeared in holographic wallpapers and curtains all over several galaxies.
“Ah, but that’s interesting,” He spoke aloud again, his attention caught by the faint glow behind a metal door located at the other end of the corridor. Reaching for his glasses in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he strode quickly up to it. He pressed his hand against the metal, surprised again this time by the temperature of the surface. Instead of coolness, the door burnt almost uncomfortably with a heat that seemed to radiate off it. He was about to speak of the strangeness of this, when the door suddenly slide open to reveal the cause of this heat.
A swirling, chaotic, violent storm of blue blinded him. He could feel the harsh wind sting his face as he stepped back, automatically shielding his eyes. After a second, he looked properly, allowing himself to truly take in the magnificence of the wormhole.
“Oh, but that’s beautiful,”
That’s when the man flew into him.
He was thrown to the floor, back hitting the grated surface as the collision caused the other man to practically slam his head into his chest, flying vertically through the open door.
As soon as the impact had been made, the door slid shut again, and The Doctor had enough time to contemplate several different reasons for this before a groan of pain came from the man dressed in what looked like a boiler suit.
“What the fuck…” He muttered, seeming to be unaware of his current situation until he very quickly scrambled to his feet with a shout.
The Doctor leaned up on his elbows, face contorted with surprise as he properly observed the man. He looked dishevelled but almost as if that were the least of his problems. His red beret indicated some kind of status as a crewmember, but it was covered in some kind of dirt.
“You’re not the Captain,” He stated, voice wary and untrusting.
“No. My name’s The Doctor. I just arrived on board,” he rattled off the usual explanation, noting how the crewmember seemed to already be preoccupied with something else, looking behind him as though he were ready for something to attack from the shadows.
“I noticed you had a bit of a wormhole problem,”
The guy looked back at him then, a half-laugh too full of exhaustion to actually be amused leaving him before his arms started gesticulating faster than his words could keep up.
“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve been flung around by that thing too many times to count. Now, unless you’re about to turn into some kinda gruesome flesh-eating monster or you can tell me exactly what the hell is going on with my ship, please could you do me a favour and keep the jokes to yourself!”
The Doctor blinked, rising to his feet as the man looked at him like he was about to explode.
“I thought you were looking for the captain…isn’t this their ship?”
“Look here, buddy Are you going to help me or eat me? That’s all I need to know,”
“Well…” He started, noting how the guy seemed to ready himself for a fight, “Great big wormhole stuck in the middle of a spaceship with men falling out of them…how could I resist?”
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