#the laat of us spoilers

[doctor-whu]

The Last of Us means so much to me it isn’t just incredible it is a glamour of hope

#we will watch the sapphic episode soon so wish me luck #me posts #me talking #the laat of us spoilers #tlou #the last of us #bill and frank #ellie tlou #ellie x dina #lgbt

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 {𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙚}

A/n: I haven't seen many Hide works here, so I decided to write a small something about my very first anime crush

Pairings: Hide x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, a bit suggestive

Warnings: spoilers for the manga for sure, graphic mentions of Hide's injuries, mentions of death, mentions of sex

Three months.

It had been three entire months ever since Hide returned. Like everyone else you thought he had been long dead after what had happened between him and Kaneki. You had done your best to continue your life as if you had never known the man and even though it had been extremely difficult in the beginning you had grown used to it. So when someone had knocked on your apartment's door in the middle of the night you couldn't help but get anxious. But when you opened the door to the sight of your supposedly dead boyfriend, you almost fainted.

Things almost went back to how they used to be before Hide's disappearance after that night. Of course you never pressured him for answers, mostly because you weren't sure you wanted to know. At least for now.

But somehow your and Hide's relationship continued as if he had always been there: movie nights, dates at bookstores (mostly on your request), laate night walks... everything was going great. And sex was also great, for the most part at least.

"So..." You closed the bathroom door behind you and walked over to your bed. Hide had tilted his head to the side, leaning against the wall while scrolling on his phone. But of course as soon as you walked in, his attentions shifted. "What's with the... bandana."

You weren't stupid and Hide knew that. Of course you had noticed the change in his voice as if he was speaking through a machine and he was more than aware that you had acknowledged the presence of the bandana he never seemed to remove from his face. He also knew you deserved answers.

"Uh well..." He lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head. He was smiling and you could tell because of his eye smile. "It's a wild story."

You felt your heart clenching at the sound of those words and the truth was a part of you decided it wasn't the right time to listen or see whatever was hiding under the piece of clothing around his neck and face.

"I have time... if you're willing to tell me I am willing to listen."

And Hide was fine with it. He told you the entire story behind the bandana and what happened that night at Anteiku between him and Kaneki. He described everything in detail hoping that just his words would be enough and you wouldn't want to see those injuries up close.

But when his story ended and the only weight left on him was the weight of the bandana he kind of wanted to show you. He didn't know why. He hadn't received any kind of reaction from you other than a few nods here and there just to assure him that you were listening. He only noticed the way your fists were clenched the moment his eyes travelled from your emotionless face to the rest of your body.

You, on the other hand, were trying very very hard not to take him into your arms and hug him as tight as possible.

"Do you want to see?" You nodded and watched as his hands travelled to his face and gently pulled down the bandana. The injury began from just above his upper lip, extending down to his left clavicle. The flesh has been almost completely stripped from his lower face. His teeth and the majority of his bone structure were completely exposed. A hole had found its place on his left cheek were the zigomaticus muscle used to be. But the damage didn't stop there, it continued down his throat. A vocal prosthesis had been surgically implanted into his neck making his voice sound a bit metalic. "Not so beautiful now huh?"

"I disagree." You carefully moved to his lap. "Well I can't deny the fact that this is a bit impractical when it comes to kissing." You let out a completely forced chuckle in a desperate attempt to make the atmosphere lighter.

"I am sure you'll find a way." Hide said. He looked composed but his mind was a mess and filled with questions. How on earth did you still like him even after seeing what his face had become.

"Oh I will. You'll get your kisses one way or another."

A/n: This suckedddddddd

#hideyoshi nagachika #hide x reader #hideyoshi nagachika x reader #writing #anime and manga #anime #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x reader #tokyo ghoul manga #tokyo ghoul anime #hide tokyo ghoul #hide tokyo ghoul x reader #hideyoshi nagachika tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul x y/n

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Purge Trooper Squad 96: Explained in conversations/Incorrect quotes

AKA Hunter's side of the Switcheroo AU

Basically one giant spoiler for where my fic, Bridges, Blasters, Mud, and Blood is going.

Hunter: *tries not to get attached* Hunter: *gets attached anyway* Hunter: ...Fuck.

Hunter: Is stabbing someone immoral? Sev: Not if they consent to it. Scorch: Depends on who you're stabbing. Mayday: YES??!!?

Voltz: Ow! Hunter: What’s wrong? Voltz: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Hunter: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Scorch: Are you mad? Hunter: No. Scorch: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Scorch: I don't want to fight you! Hunter: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Hunter: Alright, listen up you little shits. Hunter: Not you Mayday. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Sev: ...So, you're a natborn? Voltz: Yes...? Sev: ...Why? Scorch: OH MY STARS Sev you can't just ask someone why they're a natborn!

*high-stakes situation* Voltz, driving up in a LAAT at the last second: Get in, losers.

Mayday: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Hunter: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Mayday: I- Mayday: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Voltz: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Voltz: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Hunter: Wasn't Mayday with you? Mayday: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Voltz, trying to comfort Scorch: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

Hunter: I am a responsible adult! Mayday: *raises brow* Hunter: I am an adult.

Hunter: I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.

Scorch: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Voltz? Voltz: Mayday, easily. Mayday, laughing: What the fuck, man. Voltz: Well, Hunter would be too easy. He'd probably be into it. Hunter, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

Mayday: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so shitty and still look so good?

Hunter: How did none of you hear what I just said?! Voltz: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Mayday: I got distracted halfway through. Scorch: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Hunter: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye but— Sev: That's because you're too short to do so. Hunter: ...Listen here you fucking—

#tbb hunter #commander mayday #rc scorch #rc sev #purge trooper #purge trooper voltz oc #tbb au #yes voltz is a natborn and wears glasses #his helmet is modified so that he isn't completely blind with it on

[agrastyrashcroft]

Fire and Ice || Dragonborn OC x Odahviing || Chapter Two

Story Summary: Alduin was slain one year ago by the Dragonborn of my age, Elayne Moorfield. The world was forever thankful for her heroism, and acknowledged her as the realm’s greatest hero. However, for Elayne herself, life wasn’t as steady. Plagued by nightmares of that fateful final battle, she struggled to live a normal life. Here, she recounts her experiences with me, and her peculiar romance with an unlikely being.

Chapter Summary: Odahviing answers Elayne’s call. The two embark on a small adventure, and journey across the land to Winterhold. There, she inquires on an old friend…

Author’s Notes: Anything written in italics should be considered part of a flashback. Furthermore, anything written in bold is Dovahzul, and all translations will be provided at the end. From here on out, anything written below a gif on a Fire and Ice related post will be written in third person, past tense.

Warnings: Spoilers for Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (but we both knew that, right?), mentions of PTSD, brief mentions of death

Word Count: 3.1k

MINORS DNI

Time was, in essence, an ever-flowing phenomenon. What was the past, shall remain. What is the present, shall be. What will be the future, shall prevail. The persistent flow of time was unstoppable, even now, as Elayne stood among the grasses. She was as oblivious to Odahviing’s response as anyone; not even she could know if he’d answer. As the minutes crawled on, she mistook the flapping of bird wings as her ally. A chill breeze crept up her calves, whistling among the branches of juniper berry trees. Silence was all that lingered, now.

Until it didn’t. A loud, thunderous roar swelled in the distance, echoing through the valley of the Reach. Goosebumps pricked her skin in anticipation as she waited even more. Soon after, the familiar beating of large, leathery wings could be heard, cutting through the skies of Tamriel. Odahviing was coming, after all. It didn’t take long for his large, scaled figure to slowly appear in the sky above her, flying into her line of sight. As he flew closer, coming in at around a few hundred feet away or so, she could see him.

He hadn’t changed at all. Time didn’t touch dragons the same way as men or mer. They were, after all, endless beings of immense strength and power. Odahviing’s scales were as ghoulishly red as she remembered, mimicking the appearance of mortal blood. His wings were a mishmash of blues and purples, while his sharp talons resembled swords. Elayne eagerly watched as he finally began to land in front of her, the wind currents picking up loose leaves. Wisps of her red, curly hair briefly floated, before tumbling down to frame her face once more. The great dragon stood before her now, in his grandeur, peering into her mortal eyes.

No words were spoken, at first. Instead, the two stared at one another. Elayne, tired of face and meek of arm, smiled ever so slightly. She’d grown weary of her life, since he last saw her. Perhaps Odahviing could tell, as his glistening, wild eyes never left her. He’d spent the last year of his newfound life plundering where he could, gradually building a trove of treasure within his new home: a cavern high within the Jerall Mountains. Comparatively, the red-winged dragon and The Last Dragonborn used their time differently. However, one simple fact remained. Regardless of what happened in the year that had passed, the two were reunited.

“Hail, Thuri. You have summoned me. I have long wondered when you would. Tiid lost vod fah mu laat tinvaak.” For such a large, menacing beast, he spoke softly, and astutely. Odahviing bowed his head, then slowly raised it again to meet her gaze. “I do not see danger here. Pah los drem.”

“You’re quite right. It’s been… far too long, my friend. Dii fahdon.” With a subtle slip of his mother tongue, Elayne allowed her rigid shoulders to relax. She waited for this day to come, despite her having full control of when it would happen. That was her error; one she solemnly regretted. “You promised to come when called, and to serve me in my time of need in battle. Today, your prowess isn’t required, but something else.”

She paused, the enthusiasm that once gave life to her face fading away. Her facade could only last for so long, and it was clear she was enervated in her resolve. Elayne’s gaze fell to the grass beneath her, unable to conjure the internal strength to pretend any longer. The Last Dragonborn fulfilled her destiny, but no one told her how to handle life after she was done. By the eight, no one warned her of the demons that would haunt her waking nightmares.

Meanwhile, the great dragon waited for her to continue. He vaguely understood how time affected mortals, but not in the same way as Paarthurnax. Odahviing was naive to what troubled his ally, unable to see what bothered her. He’d never admit to his ignorance, though, nor would he be incorrigible. Rather, he welcomed the lull in their conversation. She must need it, if she had to stop halfway through her request.

“Do you remember what you last said to me, before we flew to Skuldafn?” At long last, she resumed, and hesitantly looked at him. Elayne watched as Odahviing unabashedly grinned at her, his teeth showing and his tongue flicking in his maw. Hot steam poured from his nostrils, warming her skin.

“The freedom of the sky calls to you, Thuri. Orin fin Dovahkiin nis qahnaar fin lok.” It didn’t need to be said, but he was right. Odahviing knew it, too. All dragons were seduced by the sweet, sultry summons of the sky. Not even his ally was spared in this regard. He lowered his head, not out of reverence but to allow Elayne to sit upon him. “Tell me, where is it you wish to go? All of Skyrim is yours to behold. Pah do Keizaal los un.”

“You’re always right, aren’t you?” Excitement welled inside her stomach as he lowered his head for her, giving her access to sit in her old spot. Elayne didn’t waste much time, either, climbing on and balancing herself on him. As she did so, she squeezed her thighs against his neck, ensuring she wouldn’t fall off. Reaching for his second set of horns, she held them tight. It was exactly like the first time, when she needed him to escort her to Skuldafn. A relieved sigh escaped her, then. “Just like old times. Now then… I think those wizards in their college could use some thrill. All of those books must be boring them out of their minds.”

“Ol hi uth!”

In a matter of seconds, he took off from the ground, a flurry of boisterous winds erupting from his powerful wings. He soared high above, reaching a high enough altitude before flying off. Odahviing roared contentedly, which Elayne unintentionally felt beneath her legs. Turning her head back, her home—her sanctuary—swiftly faded away in the distance. This was the farthest she’d ever been from Hendraheim, and she wouldn’t give this up for anything else. Breaking the chains of her self-inflicted imprisonment, she was free. Temporary or not, she was liberated.

The flight itself was fast, and didn’t allow for much sight-seeing. Everything on the ground passed by in a blur. However, along the way, she did recognize some notable places, even if spotting them was all she could do. To her left, Elayne saw Karthwasten, then Whiterun to her right. Morthal, even, could be seen from the back of her ally. During the journey, the Throat of the World was always visible. It was the tallest mountain in Skyrim; it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to say everyone in the land could see it.

Soon after, they passed into the snowy region of Skyrim. The clear air chilled significantly, causing her to shiver. No snow hindered Odahviing’s flight, thank the gods, but the cold was still a nuisance. In hindsight, Elayne should’ve dressed better. They soon flew by Dawnstar, a city she didn’t visit much before she isolated herself from the world. Then, ahead, she saw Winterhold. It was a mere shell of the metropolis it once was, disheveled by The Great Collapse. A few buildings remained, but it wasn’t the same. Strangely, the great College of Winterhold remained untouched. It stood tall, the land beneath the campus severed from the rest of the city. The two pieces of terrain were only joined by an unsteady bridge, which led directly into the gates.

“It is desolate here! Ni orin fin dilon bo het!” Odahviing called back, circling the arcane college overhead. He wondered why she chose Winterhold, of all places, when he could take her to much more pleasant places. Why, even his own home was leaps and bounds ahead of this city.

“I know! That’s why I picked it!” She shouted back, removing one of her hands from his horns and gingerly rubbing the back of his head. Elayne peered down at the College of Winterhold, besotted with its glory. She wasn’t the sort to deal with magic, but she respected those who did. Arcana held importance in history; that couldn’t be denied. “Land on the tallest tower! Let’s see what these wizards think of us!”

He found the notion to be meaningless, but he obliged her command. Odahviing perched on the ledge of the tallest tower, as if he were a great hawk stalking his prey. Meanwhile, on top of him, Elayne was smiling again. She didn’t consider herself to be troublesome, or a disturber of the peace as she was once called by a certain Maven Black-Briar, but she enjoyed having fun. If she had to make her own, so be it.

Down below, the wizards attending the college already noticed the dragon flying overhead. Initially, they paid no mind, but now that he landed? It was a slight issue, only because the apprentices were frightened. The higher ranking scholars and teachers gathered together in the courtyard, helplessly staring up. The Arch-Mage, Savos Aren, was also there, and recognized the red-haired heroine on the dragon’s neck. To put it simply, he was annoyed. Magically projecting his voice, he attempted to call to her:

“Elayne Moorfield! Will you get down from there?! You’re frightening my students!” Savos’ tone dripped with toxic agitation, his aged face contorted in anger. “If you have business with us, then speak to us yourself! Leave the dragon out of this!”

“You hear that? They want to talk to me.” She mused, chuckling to herself. Elayne cleared her throat, and with the power of her Thu’um, she responded to him. “Very well! Allow my companion some space to land in the courtyard!”

“You heard her! Everyone move back! Back, I say!” Savos commanded his compatriots, who obeyed without question. Every wizard in the vicinity gave ample space, running to the exterior walls and pressing themselves against it. The Arch-Mage didn’t move, however, remaining where he stood. Not that it mattered; he was mostly out of the way.

“Go ahead and land below.” Elayne’s tender hand moved away from his head and back to the horn she originally gripped, readying herself for him to take off again. “I didn’t think a cold welcome from these wizards would bring me any joy, but alas. It feels good to be back.”

“As you command, Thuri.”

He didn’t dare comment on the offhand comment she made. What did Elayne mean, ‘it feels good to be back’? She never left. Her presence in Skyrim was felt throughout the lands, as he could recall himself. Odahviing remembered how commoners he pillaged cried out for their heroine to save them; they begged the divines to send her to their aide. However, she failed to come. That part, specifically, stuck out to him. She never struck him as the type to cower from battle, especially in the name of Skyrim’s people. Was he incorrect?

The truth escaped him, then. He obeyed her command, flying up once more, only to lower himself on the ground beneath them. The courtyard of the College of Winterhold was almost a sight worth seeing, with its grand statue of the late Arch-Mage Shalidor and clean pathways. Odahviing sat idly, dipping his head down to allow Elayne to disboard. In turn, she swung her legs to one side of his neck and slid off. Her feet landed steadily on the pavement, and she made her way to Savos Aren.

“Savos! You’ve been keeping well, aye? Still the Arch-Mage I see.” She mused, offering a friendly smile. “How have things been here? City guard give you any trouble in recent time?”

“Funny you should inquire upon such things, Elayne. You’re more than familiar with Winterhold’s disdain for the arcane arts, I needn’t remind you.” He huffed, brushing down his robes. “I thought you’d be here to ask about your little friend, Lysara.”

The name itself made her pause. She stood in silence, her eyes narrowing at the bold, brash mage. Lysara Wickwing was a fellow prisoner of the imperials, back when Elayne was captured for crossing the border into Skyrim. She, too, was a Breton, and magically gifted. To this day, The Last Dragonborn still remembered the conversation they shared…

“Well hello there, you took your time waking up.”

A low, guttural groan escaped her lips. Her vision was still blurry, but as she blinked back the grime in her eyes, she finally got the picture. Elayne was in a carriage, with her hands bound, dressed in rags. Immediately after, an annoyed huff billowed forth from her nostrils. Her belongings must’ve been confiscated; she’d have to retrieve those eventually. She knew full well why she was there, despite her foggy mind. Her foolishness and brazen attitude towards immigrating to Skyrim landed her in hot water with a small band of Imperial scouts. Whatever punishment awaited her was well-deserved. How ignorant she was that day.

“Do you talk or not? I’d much rather not spend this wretched carriage ride in silence.”

More talking? Gods, fine. Elayne looked at the person speaking to her, grimacing from the remaining fog. On the carriage bench across from her sat a woman. Judging by her stature, she had to be a Breton; she was too short for a Nord, as well as an Imperial. Her hair was as black as night, and her eyes even darker. The woman’s face was painted ornately, sculpting her young visage in purple hues. Similarly to herself, her hands were bound.

“I can, but I might choose not to.” Elayne rolled her eyes and awkwardly adjusted in her seat. Wood couldn’t be more uncomfortable. “Who are you?”

“Thank you for regaining your manners. Lysara is the name. Lysara Wickwing.” The woman, named Lysara, responded gleefully. Strange, given the circumstances. “And you are?”

“Elayne Moorfield. Pleasure to meet your short-lived acquaintance.” An astute retort, albeit unnecessary. “Why are you here? Surely you didn’t anger the Imperials as badly as I did.”

“Oh, you’re sorely mistaken. You see, I’m a mage. Or, at least, I want to be. I was experimenting with a new spell I learned from my tutor. Fireball; very dangerous to foes, but can backfire rather easily. That’s… what happened. I tried to cast it, but it went horribly wrong.” Lysara’s gaze averted to the scenery ahead of them. It wasn’t much to look at; just a winding, downward dirt road with some trees. “I killed some people on accident, including my tutor. Made the fatal mistake of running away from my home village, Ivarstead. I didn’t think about the consequences when I reached Riften.”

“You really did that? Good gods.” Elayne genuinely sounded shocked, her eyes wide. Accidental manslaughter was enough to earn a long stint in prison, if she correctly recalled. “But I thought Riften was controlled by the Stormcloaks. They don’t answer to the Empire.”

“No, you’re right, but the jarl wished to avoid conflict in her hold. She shipped me off to General Tullius as soon as she could. I can’t blame her for protecting her people. Riften’s been downtrodden for years…” Lysara trailed off, not willing to discuss the matter further. Turning back to Elayne, she cleared her throat. “What about you? What did you do?”

“You might’ve picked up on it, but I’m not from here. High Rock was, and still is, my homeland. There was… bloodshed… where I lived. A raid.” Solemnly, she spoke, her face and body stiffening. “No one survived, except me. Even my family was slaughtered. I could’ve— should’ve died with them, yet I ran. My little knapsack held few belongings, but I didn’t care. I fled.”

“By the gods…”

“You’re telling me. I was a coward that wanted to live. I knew about Skyrim’s conflicts before I came here. Should’ve anticipated my capture from miles away. I didn’t.” Elayne blinked away some fiendish tears, swallowing back a stray cry. “Still, we’re here now. What will happen to us?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

“Know… what?”

“We’re lumped in with the same prisoners as those Stormcloaks. They’re in the cart ahead of us. Ulfric is here.” Lysara spoke quickly, seeing the open gates of a village come into view. She knew the place: Helgen. A small hamlet, not worth talking about. Thankfully for them, they were still a little ways back from it. “We’re being executed, Elayne.”

Few could deny the terror on her face. It was the beginning of the end, when she met Lysara. However, when Alduin unintentionally freed all the prisoners and decimated Helgen, they escaped together. Their paths remained intertwined for a while, until Elayne was tasked with speaking to Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun. She was willing to do it for the sake of protecting Riverwood from the dreaded dragon, but the aspiring mage desired to go elsewhere. At the fork of the road by Honningbrew Meadery, Lysara bid her farewell and went to Winterhold. Ever since that day, they wrote letters to each other. Well… before The Last Dragonborn isolated herself.

She must’ve been standing there for a long time, as Savos had his brows furrowed in confusion. Elayne shook off the memory, quietly embarrassed about sinking into melancholy again.

“How is she?”

“She’s been well. Took to her studies quickly, bright girl. Faralda was impressed with Lysara, but our newest pupil had eyes for something else.” Savos glanced at Odahviing, watching him sit patiently for his ally to return to him. It struck the Arch-Mage as odd that the slayer of Tamriel’s greatest foe would befriend a dragon, but it didn’t concern him. “She found a book on Tamriel’s written record of historical figures. One of those individuals mentioned in that tome interested her. She wanted to find out more about him. I advised against it, as did Faralda. Alas, she was steadfast.”

“What do you mean? She’s gone?” Elayne’s face was a mixture of things. Confused, bewildered… it didn’t make much sense for her to leave the College. Lysara spoke so passionately about magic, and all her letters proved it. “Where did she go?”

“You’re familiar with Solstheim, I assume? It’s an island off the northeast coast of Skyrim.” Savos paused, his face oddly softening. “Lysara left six months ago. Initially, she wrote often, but she hasn’t replied to my letters in a month.”

“Solstheim? What in the heavens is in Solstheim that would interest her?”

“Who, you mean.” Rolling his eyes, Savos tutted at her. “Some long dead warrior. Lysara seemed keen on finding him, despite us telling her he wasn’t around anymore.”

“She never appeared to be the type to abandon her dreams.” Elayne folded her arms, slowly growing impatient and annoyed with the Arch-Mage’s passive aggressive attitude. “Care to tell me who this warrior is? Maybe I know about him.”

“Very well. How much do you know about Miraak?”

—

Translations (provided by thuum.org)

Thuri: my Queen

Tiid lost vod fah mu laat tinvaak: Time has passed since we last spoke

Pah los drem: All is peaceful

Dii fahdon: My friend

Orin fin Dovahkiin nis qahnaar fin lok: Even the Dragonborn can’t resist the skies

Pah do Keizaal los un: All of Skyrim is ours

Ol hi uth!: As you command!

Ni orin fin dilon bo het: Not even the dead would dare come here

#skyrim #dragonborn #dragonborn x odahviing #elder scrolls fanfic #elder scrolls fanfiction #odahviing #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #the elder scrolls #dovahkiin

[noddytheornithopod]

mandalorian spoilers under the cut

i think the biggest twist of the new episode was that carl weathers directed an episode without greef karga like everyone expected lol

In general, not too sure how I feel about this ep? I guess I like it, but it was kind of a breather and less of note happened, in the present anyway.

Obviously the highlight was the Grogu flashback, where he's saved by... Kelleran Beq, played by Ahmed Best? A welcome surprise to be sure. Also more clones (though I did find it weird they didn't have clone pilots in the LAAT, between this and Bad Batch clone pilots are MIA lol)

Saving Ragnar was cool enough I guess. I guess they were showing how much Mandalorians look out for each other. Also yeah he's Paz Vizsla's adopted son. Also the "raptor" gave me Gorgarra flashbacks from Fallen Order, lol.

Also the Armourer you bitch lol, you can't "this is the way" out of every inconvenient situation for you. Bo-Katan knows what she saw, this wasn't some weird hallucination she had.

Also lol dinosaur turtle or whatever it's called returned.

Also IDK if it's me but I'm still not exactly sure where the story is taking us? Like I feel like we got clearer drives in the previous Seasons of where things were going at this point (Din on the run protecting Grogu, finding a Jedi for Grogu). Here it's... "there's a mythosaur I guess, and IDK Moff Gideon maybe is coming out". Maybe next week will make the season's direction clearer, but between the weird cult acceptance and this I'm not exactly sure what to make of where we're going. At first I enjoyed not knowing where we were going, but I'm starting to feel like there might need to be more driving the story? I mean, Din especially, what's he even doing now? Potential darksaber lessons? Anyway, let's see if this changes soon and I'm just impatient. :v

#the mandalorian spoilers #sw spoilers #star wars #the mandalorian

[professoriversong]

A concept: DC fuckin lets batcat get married

#I JUST LDKEJDXJJDFJNDDNDN #Y O U GUYS PROMOT THIS FUCKING WEDIDNG FOR W E E K S AND HAVE THEM ENAGGED FOR A YEAR #AND THEN #IN THE WEDDING ISSUE U CLICK BAIT US AND NOT ONLY CALL OFF THE WEDDING BUT HAVE THEM BREAK UP??????? #im pissed #tom king wtf I trusted u!!!!!!!! #batcat #I coudl kill a man rigjt jkw #dc comics #wednesday spoilers #I knkw this happned laat week hoes but I just read the issue #batman #catwoman

[jadetea-writing]

Arcane spoilers below the cut

Discussion/rambling on powder's behavior around the end of episode 3

Some people be saying that powder/jinx's mental break seems "forced" or "sudden" and that the writers didn't build up to it enough

Bruh, her history aside, she fucking killed her entire family at the age of 9, how tf would that alone not justify snapping?

"her hugging silco doesn't make sense"

powder thinks her last family in the world just abandoned her, and it's all her (powder's) fault bc the ONE time her shit worked, it killed 75% of her family. I don't think she knew/saw that silco was behind vander getting taken in the first place, but even then she has nothing left to lose so why not scrape the laat bit of comfort she can by hugging the first person she sees?

Silco uses a somewhat gentle tone when he says "little girl, where is your sister" Yes, he's holding a knife, but Powder grew up the Lanes, everyone carries a knife prob

I'm not trying to start a fight, nor will I engage if someone wants to argue how "forced" /"sudden" Jinx's turn is… idk, I'm mostly venting.

It seemed very clear to me from the moment we first saw Jinx that she's a very traumatized, unstable girl, and traumatized children aren't rational actors—"healthy" children aren't rational actors.

"Jinx's actions don't make sense": From a logical standpoint, maybe not. From an emotional viewpoint? They abso-fucking-lutely do.

Man, i think I'm just salty from reading too many worm fics where the board discussion is all "why did taylor do this! This makes no sense!"

She's an traumatized, maladjusted teenager, why are you expecting hyperrational behavior from her?

A pinch of salt from the "It's not bad writing just bc you don't understand it 🙃" camp too, i guess

#god I'm going to tempt fate if i tag this #but i want to tag it for archival purposes #arcane #arcane powder #arcane jinx

[caffeine-and-melatonin]

✨Bad Batch E11 Spoilers✨

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG OMG

Ok let's get into it y'all...welcome to my brain while watching E11

- OMG RYLOTH NOW???

-CROSS! 

-SYNDULLAS!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE IS MOM???? IS CHOP WITH HER???

-Clone without helmet?  Clone I don't know? What???? We haven't seen a reg without their helmet as far as I can remember...Why do I get the feeling this guy's chip isn't 100%? Why else would they show us his face/give him some personality. Wait that's the other thing! Mans still has his armor painted and everything unlike all the other regs (not counting the Coruscant guard). Plus based on his pauldron I'm guessing he's an ARC trooper and they were more independent and creative thinkers than most of the regs........oh no Mr. Cowboy Hat Man is gonna kill him isn't he :(

- CHOPPER!!!!!! MY FAVORITE WAR CRIMINAL!!!!

- BABY HERA BABY HERA BABY HERA!!!! MOM YOU ARE SO SMALL RN AWWW I LOVE YOU

- My god there are no words to describe how happy I am to see Hera

- Ohhhhh his name is Howzer! Have we seen him before? I don't think so...I didn't forget a clone did I?!?!?!?!?!?!

-Not gonna report it? Yeah his chip isn't fully working is it. He seems nice pls don't murder him Dave. I know you will, but like don't. 

- I get what Cham is saying, but like Gobi sounds more like Cham than Cham does

- AGH CROSS YOU'RE BALD! AGH CROSS I CAN SEE YOUR CRISPY BRAINS! SIR! LIKE THERE IS A LITERAL ✨C H U N K✨ MISSING FROM YOUR SKULL!

-WAIT A SECOND!!!!!!!!! HIS BRAINS BE BURNT ON THE CHIP SIDE!!! DOES THAT MEAN??? SOON??? (if someone has an extra clown wig and red nose hand it over i have a feeling imma need it) 

- I seriously don't think there has ever been a moment when I was even remotely ok with Orn Free Taa

- Hera's mom is an absolute QUEEN! I love her already...oh no I'm getting attached I can't do that oh no stop it I can't deal with more sad

- BABY HERA FLY SHIP! Look at her go!!! Yay Mom!!!

-OMG IS HERA GONNA MEET OMEGA???

-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HERA AND OMEGA ARE BESTIES!!!

-Awwwww Tech's been teaching Omega about the ship! Wait does that mean he has someone who will sit and listen to him because he just wants to share his knowledge??? AWWWWW THAT'S SO SOFT I LOVE IT!!!!! I really wish they would have shown us that. Like yeah there have been some short Tech teaching Omega moments, but nothing substantial. Seriously if they showed us Tech getting all happy and excited that someone actually wanted to learn from him I think I would simply pass away from pure joy. I just want some character development and happiness for my love is that too much to ask for? 

- Hera talking about flying is so cute! Omg and Omega being so proud of her room!!!

-Lol like 0.5 sec into hearing that Omega and the Bois™ get shot at regularly, Hera's like "Are you in trouble? I will adopt you right now" (and then Omega pulled the Uno Reverse card on her and was like "sis we are literally the ones bringing you weapons"). Glad to know Hera has always been the mom friend. 

-"Did you know flying is about a feeling?" "wHaT fEeLiNg?" My dear Tech, I adore your vocal inflections so much......oh stars.....I'm freaking out over crumbs......my apologies  

- CROSS SWEETIE PLEASE STOP SHOOTING AT PEOPLE! SPECIFICALLY CHILDREN! BRO I KNOW YA CAN'T HELP IT BUT EEK MAN! 

- Ok kind of a weird statement, but am I the only one that used to get really excited when a LAAT would show up? I used to be all like "My BOYS! 🥰" and now it's more of "My BOYS! 😥". Ya know what I mean? My poor clones...I miss them.

- Oh yeah I'm 100% calling it, Howzer's chip isn't doing the thing.

- Hera's mom could run me over with a blurrg and you know what that's on me. I got in her way. I'm so sorry.

- DAMN CROSS RIGHT TO THE NOGGIN JEEZ!

- Aww Howzer really cares about Hera and her parents. This is gonna hurt like a bitch isn't it 😒

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Idk what I was expecting from this episode, but it certainly wasn’t seeing Ryloth this soon.

- MOM!!! Agh I love Hera so much

-Howzer’s pretty. Good for him. 

- So like for our clown outfits, is there color scheme or dress code or something? Because I'm really hoping that seeing Cross' ✨melted marbles✨ on the right side of his head means the chip got damaged and it's gonna stop working soon...right?

- I know both of them were only around the batch for a few minutes, but do you think Kanan and Hera ever had a moment were they were telling stories about their past and somehow connected the dots that they both knew them kinda? Idk probably not but it's fun to think about.

-So here's the thing (to finally wrap up my rambling), they were soooo close to Cross. Like I know the batch is going to have to go back to bring them more weapons, but they were sooooo close. I get it that they wouldn't have known he was there and it was interesting to see what is going on in the galaxy outside of the squad, especially with Ryloth's history of being constantly under occupation and seeing how they are dealing with the shift from the Republic to the Empire, but I need them to TALK ABOUT HIM! Like let's at least start there. Where's the energy from E3 about not leaving Cross behind? I know that getting him back is going to be really hard, really complicated, and really dangerous and that's why they haven't got him back yet, but at least try to come up with a plan. Start there boys. Please. I love you all so much. I really do. But could you just TALK TO EACH OTHER BECAUSE I KNOW IT'S BOTHERING YOU INSIDE BUT YA NEED TO BRING THOSE FEELINGS TO THE OUTSIDE!!! Ok thanks xxx

Yeah I think that's all I got for today's episode. Good night? Good morning? Whatever y'all know what I mean 😘 

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers

[caerulea-divilu]

FYI: Spoilers ahead.

So, I know people are praising this weeks episode because they decided to give us fodder for the king. Yay he showed up. He was on screen. We've finally seen him. He's talking to Ahsoka at the end. He's helping start the rebel alliance. Big whoop dee do.

But we seem to be overlooking what everyone's been saying they wanted in exchange for yet again glorifying the deus ex machina on the show.

I read comment after comment about we want to see Echo and Rex on screen, we want them to talk about Fives, we want discussion between them.

Fun fact: they speak what one passing line to each other in regards to Fives and then it's back to Oh-hell-no.

This show is centered on that twerp. Don't believe me? Hunter literally says to Rex "its not about us anymore". As if this show was ever anything more than recyclable plots where Oh-shut-up goes against what Hunter says and then saves them anyway. Which is interesting for a special force team who's gone on so many missions Hunter's lost count and had a 100 percent success rate, yet now they can't figure out which end of the blaster is up. And people will argue that they've never dealt with the Empire, but we forget the Seppies are the Empire and so far were batting just about 0-7 on how well the team can handle things. (While Oh-my-Gawd has a perfect 7-0) But I digress.

My point is, I read so many posts about Rex and Echo's reunion and what people wanted. Now people are wearing rose colored glasses because Rex shows up in ONE episode and we've forgotten we wanted all these other things.

Where is Crosshair? Do the creators even know he exists? I do. I remember. I'm still looking for you, Crosshair. I want your story. I want to know what you're up to. I want to see your redemption arc. And if they kill you off as part of that shame on them.

Why did Rex and Echo act like they pretty much didn't know each other? Sure, Wrecker gave Rex a big hug, but Echo? Echo who he spent countless hours with? Echo who he created strategies with? The same Echo he watched grow from shiny to ARC trooper? Echo who he went on a crazy mission just to save because only HE believed Echo has to be alive? THAT ECHO???

And then we just sweep Fives under the rug. How much does Filoni hate him to keep doing him so dirty?

And why is Echo yet AGAIN getting sidelined? Every single week. I've read how people are upset because he's disabled, etc. Totally support. We also forget that Echo is an ARC trooper. He's capable of so much more than they've currently reduced him to. Funny how Pixar could show Nemo with his fin doing great things, or Hiro was allowed to be a smart kid but also grieve over Tadashi. Echo, on the other hand or socket, seems to be worthless to the writing team (and I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up dead in order to save the brat). Clearly there's no regard for him and never was.

Wrecker, who laughed when the LAAT/i was going down in s7e1, was suddenly terrified of crashing in an earlier episode, which brings me to another side note that the writing and characterization is SOOOO inconsistent. Like, they can't remember anything they've done.

Case in point Rex is suddenly a generation 1 clone? There's evidence to prove otherwise, but okay.

Tech is shoved off to being some stereotypical asshat who finally remembered to finish the chip machine this week because the plot suddenly needed it. Usually, he's just short and snippy. A far cry from his character setup in season 7 where he was intelligent and adorably nerdy.

Hunter is...dad. That's it. He's not a leader. The only time he shows off his skills is when Oh-kill-joy is gone. I mean, I really have never seen him use the enhancement they said he has. God forbid I see the awesome knife throw maniac this man is and fully see how his enhancement works.

Again, all the boys have to be shoved into the background to let the Mary Sue shine since week after week comes to the rescue of boys who are supposed to be an elite squad.

What was marketed, is not what was given. We were told it would be about The Bad Batch and you might argue that it is, but again, Hunter says this week it's not about them. When a character is telling you something like that, it's best to listen to the writers. They're letting us know god-sue will continue to save them week after week and I wouldn't be surprised if the others died to spare her.

She is no Grogu, but they're pretending like she's that loveable and important.

I might reorganize these thoughts later. Might add. I like pictures, they make things pretty, but currently, I'm so irritated over what happened between Rex and Echo and how they did my boys dirty I could spit. I'll probably rewatch stupid for my boys and say something later about that.

Anyway, what a pity.

At least there's fanfiction...

#the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch #star wars #tcw #rex #captain rex #commander rex #ct 7567 #corporal echo #echo #ct 1402 #hunter #wrecker #crosshair #tech #the clone wars #writing #clone wars #star wars tcw #fanfiction

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                                                  (   gif by @barissoffee​     )

      ---   STARJOCKEY & CO.   ;   1 of ?

summary: the bad batch gets a pilot.  pairing: twi’lek!reader x hunter word count: 2.1 a/n: i love the bitter enemies to friends trope, i love twi’leks, i love racer characters, and i love smashing them all together. hunter is a babe and i love the boys. will contain spoilers for s7 of tcw. set loosely before s7.

Cody wonders, as himself and the four soldiers behind him amble towards the GAR’s main hangar bay on Coruscant, if this is a fool’s errand.

But -- Clone Force 99 isn’t like all the other squadron’s in the Grand Army of the Republic. They were special ops. Independent, reporting to no one but themselves. Arguably the best of the best, and...

They needed a pilot.

Cody had raked through the file and rank trying to find someone suitable to run details with the Bad Batch, but... he kept coming back to you. 

That’s saying something, really, because good civvie pilots rarely stuck around -- more often than not, they came in the form of racers caught on the upper levels of Coruscant who were offered two choices: serve out your sentence, or fly a few transport missions under the GAR for compensation and waived time in general population. 

A win-win for some.

The truth was pilots were few and far between with the height of the Outer Rim Sieges in swing -- the GAR’s AirCorp was busy running dogfights rather than transport details. The piloting courses were the longest inscription time of all, aside from Commando-bas training. So, somewhere along the line this business model was cooked up.

Serve the cause and drop the charge.

You were no different from all the others... at first. 

You’d been bagged by Fox sometime last year while being crowned the winning racer in a tourney on the 34th level. Fox’s boys clocked you coming over the line well over the legal speed limit -- and then, you proceeded to lead them on a chase through the entire Financial District that ended with a wreck that left your ride in a ball of fire and Lt. Dive in the medbay for two days. 

When you were bagged you took the latter of the deals offered. One week later, you’d flown Cody himself and five other 212th boys through the thick of Felucia’s frontline on a medical supply run. When the Sep’s spotted the LAAT/i and began laying down cover fire, you’d somehow managed to get the ship outta the drop zone without a single scathe. 

And then it happened again. And again, and again. You were good. You’d managed to land an LAAT/i with only one working engine on Ithor, flown steady through a sandstorm on Jakku, and deployed an entire battalion’s worth of reinforcements to Umbara in the short time you’d flown for the GAR. Under your wings, not a single casualty.

You flew Cody on six runs total, to various Outer Rim siege points, before your charges were waived. 

But, you stuck around. 

Lucky for Cody. 

In all honesty, it was better work than what you were used to -- racing was just a hobby. In reality, it was smuggling paid that bills. And it did enough, sure, but it was dangerous work. Especially if the supplier doesn’t disclose you’re hauling a Class-45B controlled toxin and a canister ruptures mid-flight. Or, if the Nexu kittens decide to orchestrate a coordinated prison break from their crates half-way to the trade markets on Zygerria. 

You still had scars from that one. 

The GAR paid civilians well enough. You could afford a decent apartment on the 56th level of the Senate District; a quick zip to the Garrison. You’d even gotten a wiped record on the third month of running supplies. 

You hadn’t seen Commander Fox’s face when he’d handed over the datapad explaining the details, but you could tell the head of Capital Security was not pleased. Not surprising. But, you’d waltzed outta that office with your head held high. 

This gig was a new start.

You liked Clone Marshall Commander Cody. 

He was -- by far -- your favorite of the upper-ranks to work with. He was kind, but beneath the exterior of leader there was a bit of an attitude. It all made sense when you’d met the General Jedi he served under. Two sides of the same coin. Cody laughed when you’d explained that you got it now. 

It was reassuring to know Cody liked you, too. Trusted you, even.

You suppose if that wasn’t the case, then you wouldn’t be here now. 

... Getting a squadron assignment.

"Cody, this ship is a nightmare.”

The first time the Bad Batch ever lays eyes on you, you’re swaggering off of the jet-black ship’s landing ramp with gloved hands on your hips. The look on your face is one of playful anger, directed directly at the Grand Marshall Commander who barks a laugh at the jest. 

“Is it now?”

“I hate this!”

From around the back of the ship, it’s the voice of a FA-4 pilot droid that cries out the indignant exclamation -- you grin, watching as the droid in question wheels out from the underbelly and waves it’s skinny little arms. It’s got a bundle of chewed through wiring in it’s hands.

“I could kill you, Commander,” the droid whines, female-coded voice emerging from it’s vocalizer. The matte black body of the droid is littered in neon graffiti -- on it’s faceplate, a lopsided smiley face is painted in hot pink. It’s wheels kick up with a wwwwiiiirrrrrr as it skirts around the trooper in question, “We’ll be lucky is this ship flies.”

“Calm down, Deemi,” you wave off the droid, D-M1, as she rounds the nose of the ship to discard the useless wiring from the landing gear, “It’ll fly.”

“Says you!”

You roll your eyes, scoffing at the flustered droid as you approach Cody. 

“Is it really that bad?” he asks lowly, suddenly concerned.

“It’s certainly not great,” you mumble, looking back over your shoulder. You swipe at your forehead. Your red-tinted goggles sit around your throat, “... How’d you get this ship again?”

“Repo,” Cody says curtly, “Smugglers. Maybe you knew ‘em.”

"Ha, ha.”

Hunter is skeptical. 

He’s heard enough about you from Cody, but -- the Twi’lek before him looks less like a street racing criminal hotshot and more like a holo-star. Your skin, peachy and dappled, paints you softer than he imagined. He’d expected someone... taller. Scarred. Rough.

A man, maybe.

Not a pretty little Twi’lek.

“This the pilot you’ve been talkin’ about, then, Commander? Or is it the droid?”

Both you and Cody turn around, then, and you notice that four visored eyes are glued on you. The one in the front, tall and broad with half a skull painted on his helmet, is the one that spoke. Low and rough. Different from all the voices you’d come to know in the hangar. 

Bitter. Condescending. Cold.

And just like that, you settle on the fact you don’t like him.

You watch his visor move down your figure, then; your lekku curl, swatting despite the fact they’re pinned back by the black headpiece strapped tightly across your crest. 

Tech, from behind Crosshair, can read the gesture of obscenity with ease. He has to hide a laugh into his fist.

Your cross your arms across your chest and lean, cocking a hip. You mimic the gesture, dragging your eyes up his long legs and battered, jet-black armor. He’s built different from Cody. More compact. A bit taller.

“Eyes are up here, boc’ara,” the Ryl sounds foreign, more like a hiss than anything, and when Cody sees the flash of your incisors, he knows to step up. 

“Er, boys, meet your new pilot,” Cody says your name, eyes bounding between you and the Leader of the Bad Batch, “Zip, this is --”

“Zip?” the soldier scoff, arms crossed over his chest plate.

Cody pinches his brow. Is he gonna have to explain the nickname?

“It’s --”

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Zip,” suddenly offers a small trooper, squeezing around the leader of the squad. His eyes are big and brown behind goggles -- but kind, nonetheless, “My name is Tech.”

Suddenly, a hand is in your personal space. You can’t help but quirk a smile. You shake his hand easily, watching as the smaller trooper lights up at the friendly exchange.

“I’d enjoy speaking Ryl with you, sometime.”

“Yeah?” you ask, realizing that he must have caught the insult earlier.

“Ka,” the trooper chirps in Ryl, eyes squinting happily, “I am not very good -- and I enjoy the language. Sounds pretty.”

“Arni,” you grin, thanking him as you nod, “I’d like that, Tech.”

With a amicable smile, the trooper weaves around you and moves towards the ship.

“Th’ big one is Wrecker,” Cody says, then, gesturing to the biggest one in the back who offers a wave -- he moves forward, clapping the leader on the back as he does. You hear a light oof emerge from his vocalizer. 

“Ignore Mister Moody,” the man bellows, “Welcome to the Bad Batch, girly!”

You watch as the towering man moves to follow Tech, most likely to inspect the ship. You turn to Cody, raise a brow, and cock your head. “... Bad Batch?” 

“We ain’t like the others,” comes a fourth voice, raspy and coarse. This trooper is similar in size to the leader, with a charcoal colored helmet. The sniper rifle on his shoulder gives away his position in the squad, “An’ you ain’t a reg.”

You’re not entirely sure what that means, and you can’t tell if this one is trying to size you up or not. 

So, you offer a hand, unwavering from your spot. He shakes it after a moment of consideration. 

“Crosshair.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Is it?”

“Maybe,” you measure, “Haven’t decided yet.”

That earns a laugh from the sniper -- and Crosshair swats at Cody’s arm. 

“I like her.”

“Yeah, well, what did I say?”

“You said she was good,” comes the last voice -- the leader, who has yet to move from his spot. He’s rooted there, with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed beneath his helmet, “Real good.”

“Zip, this is Hunter,” Cody says slowly, “Sergeant of Clone Force 99.”

“Sergeant? With an attitude like that?”

Cody chokes on his words. 

Hunter rolls his eyes, pushing off his pose and moving towards the ship. He changes the subject quickly. “The droid says it won’t fly.”

“The droid,” comes an aggravated voice, “has a name!”

D-M1 proceeds to bonk straight into Hunter’s leg, then, spurring a laugh out yourself and the other members of the Bad Batch. You cover your mouth, shaking your head slightly. 

“My designation is D-M1,” she barks, “Don’t be ungrateful.”

Cody smirks. 

You push past the Sergeant, shrugging. “You heard the droid.”

Hunter’s eye twitches. 

Cody offers an apologetic look to the Sergeant as he enters the Havoc Marauder, following your lead. With a sigh, Hunter follows. The inside of the ship is in decent enough shape, and Tech pokes around the navicomputer as you throw yourself into the pilot’s seat. That droid whirs by Hunter again, bonking his leg on the way by, and moves to your side. 

“The biggest issue is the transmission,” you say, “And the fact the navi-coordinates are, like, half a klik off. That will be a problem come the jump to hyperspace.”

“How long ‘til it’s fixed?”

“Give me a day.”

Hunter leans in the cockpit doorway. “We don’t have a day.”

“Then find another ship and find another pilot,” you spit past Cody, swiveling to toss the insult his way, “Not my problem.”

“We can push the op back a day,” Cody cuts in, settling his between you both, “Do what you can, Zip. Tomorrow -- 0600 -- I want you up on deck. We’re gonna cover op in the debrief.”

“Oh, yeah, forget the droid --”

You snicker. 

Cody rolls his eyes. “Deemi, you can come, too.”

“Thank you.”

“You boys are dismissed,” Cody calls out, “You heard the time?”

“0600,” Crosshair nods, waving off the Commander, “Got it.”

“Try not to screw our ride in the mean time, yea?” Hunter shoots your way, “Baca’ra.”

The insult he tries to land in Ryl misses by a long shot. You snort at the mispronunciation. 

Behind him, Tech corrects the leader. 

“It’s boc’ara.”

“Whatever.”

When the entirety of the Bad Batch exits the ship, you give Cody a look. You swivel in the pilot’s chair, arms across your chest. You cross your leg, ignoring the grease smears along the neon green flight suit. You drum your fingers on your arm. 

Finally, when you hear their voices receed, you make a face. “Th’ hell was that?” 

“I should have warned you,” Cody groans, “They’re... different.”

“What’s with the...?” you gesture to your face, referencing Tech’s glasses.

Cody pinches his nose again. “The Bad Batch are... genetically different. Clones, but... with desirable mutations. They’re a shadow ops team and -- and you’re the only civilian pilot I know that can handle them and their assignments.”

“There’s nothing desirable about Hunter --”

“He’s a little rough around the edges. He’ll warm up,” Cody promises, “He will. He always does.”

You plan on holding Cody to it. 

Cody wonders, as he wanders back to the barracks through GAR’s main hangar bay alone, if this really is a fool’s errand.

#hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #star wars imagine #clone trooper hunter x reader #hunter imagine #bad batch imagine #tcw imagine #HEHHEHEHE #starjockey & co

[fanficshiddles]

Hello

Laat time I will be asking this question. Thoughts on the last episode? I’m so conflicted, like it didn’t end the way I thought it would. But like some things are just like; Uhm No. And then the things with mobius at the end!

So thoughts?

-Anon 💚👑

oh boy. spoilers under cut as usual!

so much feels!

It felt a little bit anti climatic for a finale. BUT knowing there's a season 2, ohhh boy I can't wait.

I am heartbroken for Loki. He was betrayed, he thought he finally had friends and people he could trust on.

The ending, where Mobius didn't recognise him BROKE MY HEART. His friend. Oh god I can't even think about it without my heart hurting.

Tom is SUCH a good actor like my god that man is just brilliant.

I am conflicted with Sylvie. I mean, I understand why she did what she did. She wanted to kill the man who caused her life to go in the way it did. That was her goal. But I do feel so bad for Loki that she turned on him in that way.

but OH MY GOD can we please talk about the fighting scene where Loki used an invisible rope or something to tug her back towards him?!?!?! MY GOD! My panties went whooooooooooooosh out the door at that part!

#Loki spoilers #Loki series

[t65flyer]

Mando Spoilers

Some thoughts on Episode 13: The Jedi:

I loved it, of course.

Montrals and lekku were too short. That was weird. And it was my only complaint.(And, honestly, how was she going to move with bigger prosthetics? I mean, live action Shaak Ti doesn’t move very much - she sit, she block blaster bolts standing still, she step up to LAAT, she sit some more, she kneel, she die).

Loved Ahsoka’s outfit! Totally awesome.

Rebels-era sabers!!!

Loved the Stealthy!Scary!Ahsoka. She’s vicious and I love it.

What are those beads she’s wearing? Is her Padawan braid in there? Are those the beads that Maz has in TFA?  I need answers. (Maybe they’re just her silka beads.)

The greaves (shin armor) she was wearing look like the ones she was wearing during Siege of Mandalore. My headcanon states that the armor she wears is beskar gifted by Bo-Katan (she gets hit a few times during Order 66 and it has minimal effect - like getting a bad bruise).

Din now has a weapon to use against the Darksaber. So that’s fun and interesting.

Sounds like Ahsoka is busy doing Stuff.gif that has nothing to do with Mando or Bo-Katan. She and Bo are clearly communicating, but they may just be intel sources for each other.

Is this before or after the Rebels finale? We don’t really have a solid time on that. Did the finale take place right after ROTJ, or is it taking place around the time of The Mandalorian?

#ahsoka tano

[shastlelow]

Star Wars Adventures: The Clone Wars #2

Today I’ll be talking about Star Wars Adventures: The Clone Wars – Battle Tales #2. To remind folks, this is a younger target audience book by IDW Publishing. But it promises some great Clone Wars action, so I am in! this issue is written by Michael Moreci, Artists are Derek Charm (main story) and Megan Levens for the flashback.

SPOILER WARNING: This review/summary may contain spoilers for this issue, as well as any previously released Star Wars media (Films, TV Shows, Novels, Comics, Video Games) released to date, including #NotCanon. Also, this post may CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT!

The path to unity is guided by trust

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As the number of systems falling into Separatist control grows, Republic forces launch an aid mission on Hisseen, determined to halt their enemy’s progress. But as the Jedi pursue Count Dooku and Asajj Ventress, the clone arm is left to wage war without their generals…

</TomKaneVoice>

This issue picks up back on the planet Hisseen. Obi-wan and Anakin are engaging Dooku and Ventress while Plo Koon is trying to get a transmission to Commander Wolffe.

© Disney/Lucasfilm/IDW Publishing

The transmission is unstable, but the coordinates Plo Koon sent arrive. Commander Cody tells Wolffe it’s his General, his decision. “Do I think the general would trust us clones to execute a mission on our own? Yeah…”

LOST FLASHBACK SOUND

The Nexus. A Trading Outpost floating above the planet Quarmendy.

Plo Koon and Commander Wolffe discuss their mission. The Wolfpack will be trying to take control of the outpost back, and save any hostages, while Plo Koon and other clone pilots provide a distraction.

Wat Tambor is here directing the battle droids. He sends Vulture Droids after the ships. He then brings in the one hostage, the Custodian of the Nexus, Orkle. She has managed to evacuate her people from the outpost. Tambor says the people hold no value, however, she may as a hostage.

We then see the Wolfpack jet over to the floating outpost. When discovered, they are attacked by D-Wing air support droids.

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Wolffe manages to place a detonator on one and throw it back at Tambor and the droids. Tambor decides to flee, and destroy the outpost as he leaves. The clones manage to save Orkle and all return safely.

Upon returning to the LAAT, Wolffe apologizes to Plo Koon for failing. Plo Koon notes that he rescued the hostage and all his men returned. The destruction of the outpost was not his squad’s doing. And in war, you can’t hope for much greater.

Back to the story on Hisseen. Cody and Rex and their troopers get to the coordinates. There, they discover that the Separatists are holding the parliament hostage. They may not get another chance to rescue them, but it will be risky. They need to move on them now….

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To Be Continued.

Master Shast LeLow’s Thoughts

This series has already established a pattern. A few pages at the beginning and end of the book for the A story, and a B plot in flashback form for the majority of the book. This also allows for the primary artist (Charm) and the artist of the week. I am enjoying this so far, as I dig any Clone focused story.

It also seems as though there will be a lesson each week, which, again, since this is a younger focused book, makes perfect sense.

I should point out that though Anakin has the bit longer hair from earlier The Clone Wars episodes, but the clones are in their Phase I armor. So no Ahsoka yet. But I think we will eventually get there.

Until next time, May the Force be with you!

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when near Rome (1)

@clairosaurus007​ KIJK NOU EINDELIJK HET IS HIER god het is echt erg hoe erg te laat is het??? 7 maanden?? god en het is nog niet eens een interessant en/of lang stuk maar ANYWAY het gaat gebeuren vanaf nu :))))))). anyway, so this is a story for one of my real life friends, whose birthday was literally seven months ago but ANYWAY she had a dream about during our trip to rome the bus being hijacked, so thats what this is gonna be........ hopefully you like it.

"Motorboat."

"Motorboat!"

"Yes! Good job, girl."

Anna and Naomi high-fived each other and the sound of it echoed through the bus. Not that anyone was going to comment on it. Everyone was busy talking of their own. Anna's loud, weird chuckling blended right in.

They might have been cheery at that moment, but they haven't been the entire trip. Far from it. Having to stand up at six while fighting the nerves that this long a trip brought wasn't exactly great for Anna's mood. That, plus the knowledge that she was going to have to sleep in this metal box. That was just not going to happen, she knew it already. But she would have to make do. And for now, that meant playing games and only thinking of the beautiful statues she was going to see. You don't get the chance to be in Rome this often. And Anna was sure as hell going to take it.

"Should we do it again?"

"Yeah, sure, let me think-"

"Could you maybe do it quieter this time? I cannot hear the words I'm reading."

Anna wanted to look at Naomi and roll her eyes when she heard that voice, but before she could even turn around, Naomi's back was already bent forward.

"Aw, should I read it for you, Violet?"

Naomi was tall enough to lean on top of the chairs in front of her, but as soon as she put her arms down, she was met with a piece of paper in her face. Naomi came back down in her chair with some loud giggling and Violet sighed. But nonetheless, she turned around in her chair to face her friends.

" I don't really think you want to hear about which year Caravaggio's David and Beheaded Goliath was painted. You can't be spoilered for my presentation." She turned around, but quickly spun back again. "It was 1610, by the way."

Naomi laughed.

"I think you're worrying too much. It'll be fine, you've read it over a thousand times."

Violet look at Naomi for a second, but her eyes quickly shot back.

"I think you need to shut the fuck up, maybe."

"Wow. Rude." Anna rose up as well, but Violet only winked and turned around again. But Anna knew Naomi was still smiling. The fun wasn't over yet.

"Hey, mr. Paul!"

The scruffy, slightly balding man at the front of the bus looked up from a newspaper and took off his reading glasses.

"How much should I pay you to give Violet an A for her presentation?"

Mr. Paul laughed and he immediately shared a meaningful look with the other teachers. As the economics teacher and coordinator of the trip, of course he would be targeted with Naomi's questions.

"A million pounds," he said with a grin on his face.

"Sure, will do." Naomi looked at Anna again and she lowered her voice. "I'm going to need you to cash in, I got like fifty bucks, so if you got the rest-"

"Dude, I need to eat in Rome as well, you know?"

"Okay, whatever- Violet! It's your grade, if you just-"

"W-wait, shut up, Naomi." Violet closed her papers and stretched her neck to look out the front window. Naomi had already opened her mouth, but Violet was first. "Why are we stopping?"

Suddenly, everyone sitting on the ground level turned their heads, including the teachers. Anna stood up, attempting to see over mr. Paul's head as he stood up to go to the driver. But the only thing she saw was a small, square building. Like a security building.

"Oh, shit." Anna let herself fall back down. "It's a passport control, isn't it? Didn't they warn us this could happen?"

"Ah, fuck. I'm not ready for this."

Violet immediately reached for her bag and Anna quickly followed her example. They had told them to have their passports ready, but Anna knew her wallet had sunk to the bottom… this was going to be stressful.

It took another few seconds for the bus had fully stopped, but while Anna was unzipping her bag, she saw three men in a dark blue uniform shaking hands with the driver. Mr. Paul was already storming towards them as well.

"All right, guys, have your passports ready, they should be in and out real fast," their Latin teacher shouted.

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say," Anna whispered to herself while she shoved her hand as deep as she could. She saw Naomi already lifting her head again and heard the footsteps and voices of the security members coming towards her. Well, shit. Her passport was as good as lost.

"Your passport, please?"

"Here."

Was that Violet's voice already? Anna dove further down, almost shoving her head inside. God, why did she insist on taking all this candy? And why this book? She wasn't even going to read it, why did she-

"Passport?"

"Yeah, here." Naomi reached over Anna and her arm touched her back. "Uhm, Anna?"

"Just a second!"

Anna's eyes shot to the man standing next to her for just a moment. He was tall and pretty buff, like a typical security guard would be, and had tan skin and dark hair, like a typical Italian would have. He was also wearing sunglasses. Anna had no idea why he kept them on inside this bus, and she wished he had taken them off. She had no idea what his expression was like this.

"Are you sure you have it?" The man's voice was low and had a thick accent, but it was not as deep as Anna would have expected. And thankfully not as hasty, either.

"Y-yeah, I'm sure. It's under here.

"If you-"Suddenly, the man stopped talking. Anna looked up and saw that another guy tapped him on his shoulder. His expression looked bewildered. "Hold on."

Anna halted her search as she stared at the two officers. The other guy started whispering rapidly into the first man's ear in Italian, even though it went so fast she was barely able to make that out. She saw that the first man had his eyebrows furrowed above his sunglasses, but as soon as the guy finished his story, his mouth felt open. He turned around.

"Che cosa?"

The other guy answered in Italian and started walking to the exit of the bus. Anna saw the guy clench his hand, until he suddenly turned his head the side. Anna almost jumped and quickly pulled her hand out of her bag.

"Excuse me," he said and immediately after, he started running after his colleague. Anna stared at him as he left, a million questions beginning to fill her head. What did that guy say? Why didn't they finish the inspection? And what the hell just happened?

Suddenly, Anna heard a loud thumb and she jerked her head up. She hadn't noticed that her hand had been slipping out of her hand. Right onto her foot.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"How should I know, Violet?"

As soon as Anna came up, she saw her two friends staring at her. A little more intensely than would have been comfortable.

"Anna, did you understand that?"

"No, dude, that was Italian, of course I didn't."

"Well, are they coming back, or- nope, we're driving away." Naomi turned her head to the window. "All right, bye, security guards." She started waving.

"Jesus Christ, Naomi, don't wave at them, we-"

"Anna."

Anna quickly shut her mouth and saw Violet staring at her, from above the chairs.

"What do you think happened? Was there something more important they needed to go to?"

"I suppose." Anna bit on her lip for a second. "I can't imagine what, though."

"But… that's pretty scary. Like, we have no idea what that is." Violet tapped with her fingers on the chairs. "Could be a bomb."

"You're insane, Violet."

"Just saying." She stared thoughtfully at the ceiling of the bus. "But it's probably just a coffee pot that exploded in their little shack there."

Anna couldn't stop herself from bursting out a laugh.

"Probably, yeah."

"Well, at least they didn't have to arrest you for not having your passport, Annie."

"Shut up, I have it. It's just… buried."

Naomi put her chin on her hands.

"All right, than prove it. Show it to me right now."

Anna turned to her bag, stared at it for a few seconds, and then raised her head up in defeat.

"All right, you got me."

All three of them started laughing again, way too carelessly and way to loud. The presence of that guard had changed absolutely nothing. And in the next sentence, he wasn't even present anymore.

#uuuuuhm so my tags deleted so here i am again #but anyway #the beginning is rlly strange is it do you understand claire??? do you/??? #also do you like the titel #and do you like violet's name?????? and the story??? #be satisfied claire #short story #my story #mine #writing