#this was the same time when i found someone on tumblr that was doing tech for something he was in and we were OBSESSED with this blog

[jordosprout]

Hello! I have a fic idea where the reader has a sensory meltdown and even though the others try to help they don't really know what to do but then Tech comes in with all the know-how on how to approach/help.

Maybe it could be taking place during the race Tech did and the reader gets overwhelmed by the sound and the heat and anxiety and Tech comes in for the rescue after the race ends, or maybe on a mission and Hunter asks Tech to take you aside/back to the marauder and tells him that they have it handled.

I think it'd be cool if Tech silently brought out sensory items and waited patiently with you and then opens up about how he has the same issue but maybe he usually shuts down instead or has a meltdown alone. Sorry I had a few ideas I wanted to share, hope this ask isn't too overwhelming! <3

Alright, took me awhile but I finished your request! I ended up going with the race plot :) I apologize for the wait. I wanted to do my best to portray everything correctly.

Sprouting Within the Soul

Tech x GN!Reader SFW Comfort Fic (gender-neutral pronouns used, little physical description.) (Can be read as platonic)

Reader is a phytotoxin specialist and becomes a clone medic. Story takes place on Safa Toma where Tech comforts them during an autistic meltdown.

Warnings: Talk of overstimulation, stimming, meltdowns, and gentle praise.

Notes: Phytotoxin- plant poison. I'm still getting used to Tumblr so no fancy dividers yet :,) I am working on making some for personal use

WC: 3,955

Setting up readers' story, skip if wanted!

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You didn’t enjoy medicine as much as you did vegetation. But the two interests mixed into a love for phytotoxin, and you found yourself as a specialist clone medic 2 months before you fled with Omega; working alongside her during that time. You grew deeply attached to the special little clone; knowing nothing could separate you.

She told you everything she could about the Clone Force 99; from their names all the way to their genetic mutations. And during one of those one-sided conversations, she told you about the inhibitor chips. This is what sparked your questions about the clones true purpose.

Your interactions with the boys themselves were brief. However, that would suddenly change.

Omega told you that she felt that Kamino was in danger, and you believed her immediately. It didn’t matter what it was that made her feel that way. You trusted Omega, and the thought of not knowing if she was safe scared you. You accompanied her, and her brothers, off-world; not a second guess in your mind.

Leaving the life you came accustomed to was hard. Especially when you were being so abruptly transitioned to a chaotic one. But the others, especially her brother Tech, did their best to ease you into the new life.

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With Hunter and Echo being off on their own mission, it was just you Wrecker, Omega, and Tech today. A day you'd absorb every calm second you were given.

You were sitting beside Tech at the bar, him looking into poisonous plants for you.

You noticed that when he found out about your love for the subject, he took it personally. He took every moment he could to talk to you about the various flora of the universe. It wasn't a rare occurrence for him to share something you already knew. But that never mattered or annoyed you. You were just happy someone took part in your interests. Sometimes, he would tell you something that you surprisingly knew nothing of. Others, he would mention something you knew plenty about and you’d talk to him about it for hours.

It felt good having someone to talk to (or at) that clearly enjoyed it.

Just as he would offer you his ear, you would offer him yours. Always listening and enjoying whatever facts he had on his current interests. His passion for the things he knew made them all the more interesting. His voice and excitement would never get old to you.

Even though you felt seen by Tech, you still had moments of worrying you said something wrong. He never gave you a reason to think that you may have offended him, but you couldn’t help the anxiety. So you would often overexplain your intentions. He allowed you to say what you felt you needed to in order clear your intentions, and would then follow up in calm reassurance. He was always a source of calm patient energy, something you never got enough of.

But your day was swiftly stolen by a green Trandoshen. Cid, of course, had a last-minute mission for the four of you. You huffed to yourself, you just got comfortable watching Omega and Wrecker’s Mantell-Mix bet!

You were tracing circles with your finger on the countertop; cheek resting on its cool surface. Omega and Wrecker were playing Dejarik. Hearing them laugh and get competitive with each other made you smile.

“Hey I heard that! Don't get sassy with me Bacta Bunny. I have a mission for you and you're taking it!” 

You scowled at the nickname, your reaction being noticed only by Omega, who looked at you briefly before looking at Cid. You found the nickname demeaning- as if all you were was the occasional medic the batch needed.

“Hunter and Echo aren't back from the other mission yet.” Omega told Cid, confused as to why they would do something without them.

“I would not call transporting 50 cases of nerf nuggets a ‘mission’. Nor is it a proper use of our skill set,” Tech added to Omega’s statement.

You rested your head into the palm of your hand, leaning into it, “Tech isn't wrong Cid. You're wasting what ya’ got. There are better uses of our skill y’know.”

“Yeah, well, your skill set will come in real useful on this one. Especially you, Muscles. You're gonna be my security crew.”

Your head lifted at that, “Hey now security for what? What did you do that requires security?”

Tech nodded in agreement, “We will require a more detailed briefing than that.”

“No time. The shuttle's waiting.” Cid dodged, already at the door. You disliked how secretive Cid was. Why couldn't she just tell you what you needed to know?

Wrecker tossed Omega her little helmet, and of course, Omega gave you all her usual wishful thinking.

“Maybe it'll be fun.”

“Heh, works for me.”

“Wrecker, you're saying that as if you're difficult to convince,” you bantered teasingly, you loved the big guy but you weren't wrong. He was easy to convince. He just grinned and gave you a mix of a laugh and grunt before following Omega.

You sat for a moment, wishing you could easily adapt the same way Wrecker and Omega did. But you couldn't help but feel anxious with the sudden change to your schedule.

Tech sighed and you gave him a small pat on the shoulder before jumping off your barstool.

It shouldn't be all that bad, should it?

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As soon as your shuttle landed, you were met with muffled crowds and people. 

‘Just a little noise. I can handle this’

“I am beginning to understand the need for added security in a place like this.” Tech mentioned to the group, taking in the nature of the people around him.

“Safa Toma can be a little rough around the edges if you don't know what you're doing. But lucky for us I know my way around. And if things get dicey, that's where you come in.”

You looked at the back of Omega’s head once Cid said that last sentence. You weren't particularly fond of how much danger she was constantly in. Yes, she's a clone like her brothers. And clones were indeed made to fight. But she's only a kid and is already dealing with so much. You placed your left hand on her right shoulder, and she gave you two pats in response. Something she always did to let you know she'd be fine.

But once you exited the building, and were blasted with Safa Toma’s boiling sun and restless crowds, you felt like you were the one who might not be fine. You took a deep breath to ground yourself, but the air dried out your nose making you more uncomfortable. 

‘This shouldn't be a long mission. It's just security.’

The cheering got louder as you became surrounded by people, constantly getting bumped into. The machines on what appeared to be a race track flashed by directly in front of you, any loose hair you had whipped in the direction they flew towards; tickling your skin.

You stayed behind Omega and held your hands together, rubbing the flesh between your left hand’s pointer and thumb to soothe yourself.

“Whoa!” Omega was leaning on the rail, trying to take in everything happening on the track.

“It's called Riot Racing.” Cid said, clearly only talking to Omega.

One of the racers began shooting at an opponent ahead of it, resulting in the victim crashing into one of the walls. 

“Wow! Did you see that?” Wrecker excitedly asked Omega. You glanced at Tech whose eyes were wide behind his goggles.

‘Well if Omega didn't Tech definitely did.’

“It appears anything goes out there.” 

The PA system announcer began narrating the scene in front of all of you. Declaring the steal of the lead, that was apparently carried out by Cid’s racer.

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You blindly followed Cid and the others after TAY-0’s win, falling slightly behind. You fixated on your hands, attempting to tune out the obnoxious droid in front of you. Any other day his quips would pull a small laugh from you. But the sun felt like it was getting hotter, and the crowd seemed louder and fuller. You didn't understand how Omega was handling it so well, she didn't have the climate-controlled armor her brothers did. 

‘If Omega can handle it then why can't I?’

“Your ringer is a droid?” Tech queried Cid, getting what would barely count as a real answer from the droid instead. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry. You have a problem with droids, human? You think you can make the split-second calculation to win out there? You want to challenge TAY-0?” the droid asked, defensively getting up in Tech's face. And of course, Tech gave little to no physical reaction.

“I do not have enough information about this sport to determine that at this time.” 

“Then take a seat, spectacled spectator.”

Okay, you held in a snort with that one. That was really clever.

Wrecker on the other hand was quite upfront with his reaction, repeating TAY-0 and bumping Tech. 

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You sat against a wall as repairs were made to the droid's speeder. You chose to ignore what was going on for the time being. You weren't needed at the moment, so you should take advantage of that. You closed your eyes and pressed into the wall, trying to grasp all the peace you were given.

Which wasn't much apparently.

A large man found his way into the pit, three smaller men behind him. You stood after he greeted Cid, his tone making you realize he was the reason she needed security. And when he approached Omega you quickly made your way behind her next to Wrecker; all of your hands making their way to your designated blasters. 

“Not gonna introduce me to your new crew?”

‘Why’s that matter to him?’

He gave a hearty laugh, “They're not gonna help you win.”

Cid stood up to Millegi, looking much shorter than she already did in front of him. 

“Oh, I know I'm gonna win.”

After a few seconds of intimidation from Millegi, he offered a bet. It was frustrating how quickly Cid agreed. Of course, she'd take any chance she could to make some credits.

You spaced out for a moment before Cid insisted on hurrying up with the minor repairs. She was going to be much pushier now that credits were on the line. 

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You paced behind the others, feeling restless now being back at the track. You looked up only for a moment when Wrecker returned, then back to the ground. You could feel your patience for today running low. You were rather surprised to hear Tech say he didn't know who'd win. But you knew he'd figure it out eventually, he always does.

But when TAY-0 took damage, and Millegi’s racer won the round, you knew Millegi wouldn't be far.

So you rushed to help collect the pieces of TAY-0 from the track and held your guard for when he'd eventually show up. 

And he did, of course, with Cid not having any credits to give him.

“Wanna step in here? I didn't bring you three for the company.” 

And with your cue, you put on your helmet and hovered a hand over your blaster. Millegi's men were quick to point their own at you. Of course, Omega spoke up, “Wait how much does she owe?” 

“More than you got, kid.”

“Well,” she paused for a moment, “we're not done yet.”

“Omega…” you whispered, “Don't. Stand down.”

“That's right. Looks like you're done to me.” 

“One last race. If you win, we pay you double.” 

You groaned into your helmet and shared looks between Tech and Wrecker. This could either go really well or really bad.

“If we win, we get Cid.”

“You don't know what you're getting into, kid.”

You followed in suit with the boys, Tech speaking up first, “I'm inclined to agree with him, Omega.”

“Yeah, I'm inclined too. We don't know anything about racing” Wrecker added, not at all slick about the confession.

“Omega this can very easily end very badly.” You told her worriedly

“They're gonna hurt Cid if we do nothing.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose. Omega was not one to lose determination. And you all knew that. You crossed your arms and stood behind her. If this is what she really wants to do, then you'll just have to stand with her.

“So we have a deal?”

“We race tomorrow. And I keep Cid as collateral.”

As his men collected Cid, Millegi gave a warning, “For your sakes, you better be able to pay up.”

You looked down at Omega, “I suppose that went well?”

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After Omega spent some time on the speeder, you offered to take her place to get a break. She nodded and jumped down from the table, you taking her place. 

“Do we really need to fix him right away? He isn't exactly pleasant company,” you joked slightly.

“Well, he is already partially operational. So it is a bit late now. Speaking of, with a few more adjustments, he may be capable of racing.”

TAY-0 was basically summoned by your conversation, “Uh, that is hilarious. I am more than capable. I am ready to– Where are my arms and legs!?” You laughed to yourself and looked up to finish the repairs that were left on the speeder. TAY-0 was entertaining, but he's also just… a lot.

Wrecker came into the pit and dropped off the rest of TAY-0's parts.

“No, that's not how you connect the servo. Let TAY-0 instruct you how to do this properly.”

You grinned at Tech’s response. What can you say? You enjoyed his sass.

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Nightfall came, and Safa Toma was finally quieter and cooler. But you still felt uneasy. All day has been dealing with people and TAY-0, and now you have to sleep in the pit. You tossed in your sleeping bag, Wrecker and Omega already sleeping beside each other. You covered your eyes with your forearm, hoping the pressure would help you sleep. 

You lifted it though when you heard rustling beside you. 

“Hey Tech, finished working on TAY-0?”

“Yes, he is fully operational for tomorrow's race.”

You nodded and yawned before turning on your side. The ground was hard and the sleeping bag didn’t help as much as it should.

“Problem?” Tech asked, now behind you.

“Oh, no Tech I’m alright. Just been a long day and I didn’t realize how long we would be here for. But I’m alright.”

He shuffled, likely laying down himself. You knew he could sleep just about anywhere, and honestly, it’s a skill you were a bit jealous of.

“I understand. I am not a fan of sudden plans myself, let alone ones with little explanation. I may be used to dealing with them, but they are still difficult.”

You smiled to yourself. “I’m sure we won’t be here too long.”

“Hopefully not”

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You wished Cid would have prepared you for where you would be in some way. It felt like you were being cooked underneath your gear and it was miserable. Even when you stayed behind in the pit, there was still all of the noise and the fact you were somewhere completely new with no way to get away.

Two days in a row of dry heat. Two days of screaming. Two days of an obnoxious amount of people and tense interactions. And it was getting to you. Normally it wouldn’t bother you, or at the very least if it did you’d be able to get away from everything. But not being able to escape made it feel like you were suffocating. And as Omega and Wrecker cheered along with the crowd, you slipped away to find quiet.

It proved to be a harder task than you thought it would be, that in itself made you feel worse. But after struggling to find a place to rest, you gave up and decided a place with no people would be enough. You couldn’t help tearing off your helmet and gear, slamming it to the ground as you took your frustrations out on it. You slumped against the first sturdy object you found. The shade was minimal, but it was there. At least you were alone.

After a few minutes, you faintly heard Tech’s name being chanted. And after 5 more standard minutes went by, your comlink beeped. You ignored it, only for it to beep again. And when it did, you tore it off and threw it as far as you could. You couldn’t stand the noise. Or any noise at this point of your mental state.

You covered your ears and held your eyes shut, blocking out as much as you could.

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Tech was surprised when he exited his speeder and you weren’t with Wrecker or Omega. And when he asked about your whereabouts, they were surprised too, worrying him even more.

“They were behind me!” Worry and defensiveness laced Wrecker’s tone. They both knew that Safa Toma wasn’t a safe planet for someone to go off by themselves. And after Tech commed you twice with no response, he was definitely certain something wasn’t right.

“I will be back, I am going to track the com signal and check in.”

“I wanna come too!” Omega pleaded with Tech, but he shook his head.

“Negative. We do not know the situation. If assistance is required, then you will be notified.”

Omega didn’t like the idea of not going with, but listened anyway. Wrecker keeping her occupied until Cid and Millegi showed up.

Following your com signal, he eventually found you. He was relieved to see you were safe.

“Ah there you are.” You didn’t respond. At first Tech thought you just didn’t hear him, so he tried again.

“Problem?”

You said nothing, instead shifting where you sat. He said it again. But again, there was nothing. He approached.

He saw all of your gear strewn about on the ground around you. Then took a moment to study your body language. Your hands were over your ears, and your eyes were tightly shut. You made yourself small where you sat.

‘Oh’

He looked around to try and see what he could do to change your surroundings, but when he couldn’t find anything he chose to sit beside you. Your eyes were still squeezed shut, moisture at their corners as you snapped your fingers. Your body couldn’t decide between refusing stimuli or letting it out. He remembered the one-time use earplugs he kept on him for Hunter (or for himself), taking them out of a pocket and placing them next to you. 

“Here,” he said softly, only saying what was necessary.

You grabbed them and placed them in your ears, taking in a shaky breath. You brought your knees to your face and pressed them into your eyes. Your hands were free to move about however they needed to. 

He chose that simply offering his presence until you expressed you needed him would be best. He knew that sometimes interacting with others during a meltdown was hard. At least, it was for him. He grabbed his data pad from one of his many pockets to occupy himself while he gave you time. He would be there when you were ready, no matter how long that might be. It would be a few minutes before you said anything or acknowledged him in any way.

“Did you win?”

He looked up at you, your cheek resting on your knee as you looked in the opposite direction of Tech. Your sudden break of silence caught him off guard.

“Of course, was there any doubt?” He asked back. You shook your head no and smiled to yourself before frowning again.

“Can you hug me?” you asked him quietly. He hummed in confirmation before lifting the arm closest to you. Turning around and seeing his arm open for you, you leaned into his side. He squeezed you gently, giving you the pressure you needed in that moment. 

You sat together, Tech finding his own comfort from the stress of the past two days with you. He rubbed your arm with his thumb before finding a strand of your hair to twist in his fingers. Breaking the silence when he felt you were ready.

“Why did you not say you were overstimulated?”

You rubbed the flesh between your thumb and finger, “I… I don’t know. I was embarrassed. Everyone else seemed fine and I was- am frustrated that I’m not. It bothers me.”

He looked down at you quizzically, “Why would you be embarrassed? It is completely normal to have different needs. Even clones are different from each other, in one way or another. It is expected.” He told you.

“I know that but it doesn’t feel like the kind of ‘different’ that just makes someone unique I guess. I feel weak, but I know I need to be strong for everybody.”

Tech was quiet for a moment to figure out the right thing to say. He knows how you’re feeling. He’s felt the same way. He took in a deep breath before he spoke, “Being autistic does not make you weak. The way you receive and process information in your brain is different. It is okay to allow yourself time for it to do that. I promise, it is okay to have these needs. I have them too.”

“You do?”

“I do. While I do not have meltdowns often, I frequently have shutdowns. That does not make me a less efficient soldier. Genetically modifying me to be autistic was not an accident. There are desirable traits in autistic people. For example, I have exceptional attention to detail. I have a strong memory that allows me to retain important information. I am loyal. Of course there is more. But I do not wish to come across as egotistical.”

You sat there with Tech’s words. You never thought about the fact that, perhaps, nothing was wrong with you. Just different. You looked up, looking just past Tech’s eyes but flicking to them slightly before asking, “What is there that is good about me?”

He quirked his usual half-smile and looked up into the sky, “For starters, you are empathetic, more so than some. While I am sure this may be difficult for you at times, it allows you to be more compassionate. You are honest and direct, making your transition into our force easier as you are too honest to be distrusted. You are passionate and determined. No matter how many times you fall, you get up and try a new approach. You are not only passionate with things, but with people. You have spent much time learning what our crew members like and dislike, and act accordingly. You are deeply passionate in your relationships and I admire that about you. I could continue if you would like.”

You shook your head, cheeks slightly warm at the praise you asked for.

You found yourself leaning deeper into Tech and he welcomed you. You loved that you were able to find comfort in the exceptional clone beside you. It felt good not having to be alone, and being not only understood but accepted. His armor cooled you but his presence warmed you to your core.

“Thank you Tech I-...I think I’m ready to go now.” You told him shifting away slightly to prep yourself to get up. He nodded and stood, offering a hand to help you to your feet. You smiled up at him softly, feeling something in your soul sprouting in his light.

#tbb tech #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb wrecker #omega bad batch #tbb comfort #tech fluff #tech x reader #tech tbb #tech comfort #this took too long and i am moderately embarrassed #why is embarrassed spelled like that #oh god its 6:23 am i need to sleep #happy reading!!!!!!!!!!!! #autistic tech #autistic reader

[kopilot-pop]

hi, about the yunjin starbucks controversy.

i’m gonna try to be as fair as possible talking about this controversy, but i’ll be honest i’m leaning more on yunjin’s side. i’ve been getting several requests on yunjin and i feel like i need to get this off my chest every time i see her name on my page.

let’s start off with the facts: yunjin was caught drinking starbucks in Korea (in front of the company building.)

I thought she drank it on a post or somethrong but no, it was just a few pixels of a low quality picture fans took. And that’s my first minor problem; she wasn’t on live, it wasn’t a post, it was a few milliseconds of pixels. But I get the ‘performative activism’ controversy, it DOES feel like she’s hiding it.

However, my take is that she just got out from her car, and wanna know a little fun fact? Most snacks and drinks that all idols are seen eating are most likely bought by their managers. And it’s a fact that Koreans aren’t currently boycotting Starbucks as actively as western foreigners are. So my thought the first time I saw the picture was that. The manager probably just bought coffee from whatever shop was closest, and handed it to her.

But I do understand how that can feel like reaching so I did some more research .

The biggest thing I have to so called ‘defend’ Yunjin is that Starbucks Korea is completely separate from International Starbucks (source: ChosunBiz).

In 2021, 67.5% of Starbucks was comepletely bought by E-Mart (a branch of Shinsegae), and the rest 32.5% was bought by a Singaporean investment comapny (GIC).

So oh, Starbucks Korea has no affiliations with the part of Starbucks that sues their worker’s union.

However, I can make the argument that Yunjin could influence others to ignore the boycott and buy Starbucks. Is it true that she has several international fans and alot of impressionable fans? Yes.

But then we have to go back to our first argument; it was a few milliseconds of a low quality video.

And after finding that out, I started to feel like all the people commenting about “starbucks queen💕” and “omg whats your starbucks order?” is the problem.

YOU guys are the one promoting Starbucks at this point. Do you understand?

I’m not saying don’t hold someone accountable, no, but I’m saying the comments aren’t fucking helping.

Don’t get me wrong, I do live in Korea, and I have been actively avoiding purchasing from them because I saw a few posts on twitter referencing it. I based an activity on a twitter post. And wanna know when I figured out WHY I was supposed to boycott exactly?

After I deleted Twitter because of the stress I got from the app.

That’s when I finally found out about the BDS list, found out oh, Puma is on the list, McDonalds is an even bigger problem than Starbucks (directly supplying food to soldiers), HP APPARENTLY SUPPLIES TECH FOR THE ISRAEL GOVERNMENT, and oh wow! Starbucks isn’t even on the list because theres not enough proof that they financially fund Israel.

In conclusion, the people preaching about how Yunjin is a performative activist is such hypocrites themselves

It’s clear that while some of the comments and criticisms are genuine, trying to hold a person accountable, but its also clear that the repeat of the same mocking comments of Yunjin is just performative and for attention and likes.

That’s what pisses me off. People who don’t give a shit about Palestine, and people even if they do support Palestine not even doinng the bare minimum amount of research just having fun mocking (not criticizing) a person when a tiny bit of wrong doing is shown.

Please, go look in the mirror, and i dont like saying this but go touch grass, do your own research, dont base off your whole ideology on a reddit post or a twitter, tumblr post, read different variety of news articles from several companies, and THEN make your decision on a situation. Not only Starbucks, not only on Yunjin, but on several other ones too.

Media literacy. Look it up.

#talk #huh yunjin #yunjin #starbucks #south korea #kpop #lesserafim #le sserafim #free palestine

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

When You're Hurting I'll Fix What I Can - 2,041 Words

A Tech-heavy fic where Omega is sick!

I always struggle writing Tech so please be kind, I've done my best...

This fic is part of my 'Kaminoans are Assholes' collection that can all be found on my masterlist. It's set in a post-Season 1 AU where Crosshair left Kamino with the Bad Batch.

As always, the link to my AO3 is here and the link to my masterlist on tumblr is here. Enjoy!

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At first it had just been a sniffle, hardly noticeable to anyone… except Hunter with his heightened senses. He raised an eyebrow as Omega wiped her runny nose on her sleeve, but said nothing of it; if she wanted their help, she’d say something to somebody. All the same, he made a point of keeping an eye on her as she went about her usual day.

As the day wore on, it became clearer that something wasn’t right. Omega’s sniffles and sneezes graduated to a rough cough that rattled through her. Echo had noticed now and handed the girl a tissue when she couldn’t stop sneezing. It had been a quiet day for the batch seeing as they were in hyperspace, and before long everyone was aware of the sniffles and coughs that were plaguing their youngest (oldest?) member.

The day drew to a close and now even Tech (who had been busy with repairing AZI all day) had noticed that the youngest member of their group was unwell. She hadn’t wanted to eat much that evening, choking back half a ration bar at Hunter’s pleas. Now she was sat in the arms of her father figure, drifting between a light sleep and picking at a loose thread on her tunic.

“How’re you feeling, ‘Megs?” Hunter asked as he gently carted his fingers through her hair, only to realise that she was fast asleep. He frowned with concern as he felt how warm her forehead was and glanced up at Crosshair, who also looked mildly concerned (which was a rare facial expression for him).

“She’s probably tired, Hunter,” the youngest of the group stated. ‘She’s been running around like an excitable loth cat for the past two days.”

Admitting that Crosshair was probably right, the sergeant carefully lifted Omega and carried her to her bunk. Tucking her in with Lula and Trooper, he pressed a light kiss to her warm brow before leaving her be and trying to get some rest himself.

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When Tech woke up for his shift on watch, he had been expecting it to be uneventful. AZI was already in the cockpit waiting for him to continue his repairs… Tech was bound to get more done seeing as his brothers and sister were all asleep.

It wasn’t until he was an hour into his shift, and that was when he heard movement coming from the cabin. Assuming it was one of his siblings going to the fresher, he didn’t think much of it; his suspicions were only confirmed when he heard the sound of the ‘fresher door open.

Only the fresher door didn’t hiss shut again, and the sound of someone retching soon filled his ears. Without thinking, Tech let out of his chair and barrelled through the door into the cabin. Hunter, for once, had not woken up (perhaps a true indicator of how worn out he was after their most recent mission), and Tech could make out the silhouettes of Crosshair and Echo resting on a bunk and a chair respectively. Wrecker could be heard snoring, which meant that it could only be one other person in the ‘fresher. 

“Omega?” Tech poked his head around the doorframe, only to be met with a saddening sight. The little girl was hunched over the vac tube, retching as she lost the little she’d eaten earlier. 

“Tech?” came a pathetic sounding voice as she paused and caught her breath. “I don’t feel so good.” Piecing together what he had heard and seen throughout the say, Tech wasted no time crouching next to his sister and scanning her. He had a rough idea of what the problem was, but it was best make sure.

Omega whimpered and shivered on the floor as her brother rubbed soothing circles on her back in the same way he’d seen Hunter do before. 

“As I suspected,” he muttered to himself as the holo pad bleeped. “Miss Omega, it would appear that you are suffering from a fever, which is what has made you…” he trailed off as she surged forward and vomited once more. 

“Please make it stop!” she cried as she sat back once more. Tech nodded and darted out of the ‘fresher only to appear moments later brandishing a medkit, a canteen and a blanket.

Once Omega was wrapped in the blanket and clutching the canteen in her shaking hands, Tech set about sorting through the medkit for something, anything that would be useful. Given that clones were designed with heightened immune systems, medicine for illness was not something the batch had needed, but Tech had made sure to stock up on some of the basics. He guessed that because Omega was genetically unaltered she would not have that same protection they did. That added to the fact that she wouldn’t have been exposed to any germs until leaving Kamino… let’s just say they were lucky she hadn’t been ill yet.

Finally finding what he was looking for, Tech produced a small carton and a bottle containing a very pink looking liquid. Omega eyed them, not sure what to make of it all. 

“This is a medicine that will help to bring your fever down and soothe the cough you have,” Tech started, raising the bottle to her. “And this,” he gestured to the carton. “Is a drink that will help to re-hydrate you more sufficiently than water will.”

The little girl nodded, trusting her brother as he measured out a cap of the pink liquid from the bottle and handed it to her. Not stopping to think, she knocked it back like you would a shot, pulling a face at the taste but managing to swallow it. Tech smiled sympathetically but busied himself with shaking the canon and piercing it with a straw. Giving that to his sister as will, he sat back content that with the medicine she would likely feel a lot better in the morning. 

… that was until she was sick once more, shuddering as whatever she’d just taken left her system.

When she was done, she slumped against the wall one more. Tech frowned. 

“I’ll admit,” he stated as he repositioned his goggles. “That was not quite the reaction I was expecting.” The little girl sat in front of him shuddered and wrapped the blanket further around herself. “No matter,” he continued as he delved back into the medkit. “We can simply administer the medication and fluids through an intravenous drip…”

He had barely finished the sentence when Omega inhaled sharply and started trembling even more. 

“No thank you,” she stammered out, shuffling so she was wedged between the vac tube and the wall. Her eyes were wide with fear, but unfocused, the fever having truly taken hold. Tech raised an eyebrow, but simply put it down to a well-known childhood fear of injections plenty of cadets experienced. “There is nothing to be worried about, Miss Omega,” he said. “It is the same medication, and you will feel better with it.”

His reasoning was to no avail as Omega’s bottom lip started trembling as her breathing quickened. “No,” she repeated, sounding more alarmed than before and looking a whole lot smaller. “Please no,” she pleaded with her brother, though Tech wasn’t sure it was him she was seeing in her fever-induced delirium. “I’m sorry I was sick. I’ll be good, but please! No needles.”

Her breathing had quickened to the point that she had started hyperventilating and Tech frowned, concerned. No needles? Why…

Suddenly it all slotted into place. Tech found himself cursing the Kaminoans, but pushed all of that to one side so that he could focus on his little sister. Leaning out of the ‘fresher, he threw a small roll of gauze at Hunter’s face to wake him up; this was not going to be a one-man job.

The gauze had the desired affect because moments later a sleep-deprived Hunter stumbled into the ‘fresher. He had been about to ask Tech what the kriff had possessed him to mess about in the middle of the night when his eyes settled on his brother gently encouraging Omega to take deep breaths. Instead of interrupting he glanced at the scene around them; the room smelt vaguely of vomit, he assumed Omega’s and he spotted various pieces of medical equipment scattered around, including the means to set up an IV.

Putting the pieces together, the sergeant crouched down next to Tech, who shuffled out of the way to make room for Omega’s father figure. He was having a better time soothing the child, and for the first time in a while Tech found himself feeling a little inadequate. He had just wanted to help his little sister. Curse those Kaminoans- of course they wouldn’t just leave Omega alone, they had to experiment on her just as they had done with the rest of the batch.

“I don’t w-want…” came the gasping voice of Omega as Hunter nodded understandingly and smoothed her hair back. She was hot to the touch, a true sign of the affects of the fever. “No tests,” she continued to garble as she hurried her face in Hunter’s neck; a look aof devastated knowing washed over the sergeant’s face.

“No tests,’ he replied in a hushed tone. He glanced up at Tech, who was still trying to look busy and give the pair some space. The pair’s eyes met and the look on his brother’s face told him what he needed to know.

Omega was ill. She needed the drip.

Tech had turned his back, trying to act as invisible as possible when someone saying his name snapped him out of his thoughts and back into reality. Omega was now sat curled up in Hunter’s lap and clinging to his blacks, but her breathing has thankfully evened out to a more calming rate.

“Pardon?” he asked, a little flustered. Hunter rolled his eyes.

“I was just saying,” he started. “That you were only trying to help Omega. That you would never hurt her.” 

“I know that really,” the girl in his arms cried, still upset. “I… just really don’t like needles… the Kaminoans would never tell me what they were doing and the stuff they put in me made me sick.”

If Tech hadn’t already been angry, he definitely would have been now. Taking a deep breath, an idea popped into his head.

“Would it help if I told you exactly what I was doing as I’m doing it?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to scare her. After a moments consideration, Omega gave a small nod and Hunter helped her to shift into a more upright position. Tech prepared his equipment, explaining exactly what he was doing at every step of the way. Omega had teared up and buried her face into Hunter’s chest as the drip was set up, the older clone whispering soothing words into her hair.

“All done!” Tech declared as he tied off a small bandage that would stop the line from catching on anything. Omega removed her face from where it had been hiding and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of her arm. “You did well, Miss Omega,” Tech continued as he packed his equipment away. “All that’s left for you to do now is rest. You will feel better soon.” He stood and moved out of the ‘fresher, giving Hunter the space to carry the little girl out. He placed her on his bunk and disappeared to retrieve Lula and Trooper from the gunners’ mount. Tech was about to retreat back to the cockpit when a pair of small arms wrapped around his waist.

“Thank you,” Omega mumbled as she drew back from the hug and settled on Hunter’s bunk once more. All Tech could do was smile and nod as he tried to summon the right thing to say.

“Any time, vod’ika,” he eventually replied with a final nod before he disappeared into the cockpit. He gazed into hyperspace as his shift wore on, thanking his lucky stars (not that he believed in luck) that they had managed to get to Omega when they did. They couldn’t scare away all of her demons, but they sure as hell would try their best to do so.

#the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb crosshair #fluff #tbb fanfiction #tbb fic #hurt/comfort #emotional #sickfic #good brother tech #good parent hunter #parental hunter #hunter is omega’s dad #needles #medication

[plubbo]

Grey Hairs (Crosshair x reader)

word count: 1086

warnings: none. just some fluff

(My first ever post on Tumblr. Did I do this because I have grey hairs and to cope with tech x phee? Maybe, maybe. Also, the reader is implied to have long-ish hair. Anyways, enjoy!)

You woke up in the early afternoon, exclaiming to yourself when you checked the time. There was a small note on the counter near your bed that read,

“Me, Hunter, Echo, and Tech (Omega’s tagging along too) are going for a supply run. We’ll be back in a jiffy!

-Wrecker ʘ‿ʘ ”

You sighed, placing the note back down onto the counter. There was no point in going out to find them, so you’d have to wait in the ship all alone.

Wait, the note said that Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, Tech, and Omega went out, meaning that there was still someone on the ship.

Kriff. 

You rolled your eyes as you let out a sigh. Did it have to be him? Of all of the squad members, he was the one on the ship with you.

You and Crosshair never really got along all that well, but maybe that was just because you hadn’t talked too much? Well, it doesn’t matter now. This could be a potential bonding experience.

You grabbed a datapad and walked out of your room into the cockpit, which was where a familiar silvery-haired squadmate was sitting. He was in the pilot seat cleaning his sniper, like he usually does when there’s nothing else to do.

You sat down on the co-pilot seat, giving him a small wave as you did. He let out a quiet huff that you almost didn’t notice.

“Good morning to you too,” you hissed. You swiveled the seat so that it faced away from Crosshair and looked down at the datapad you brought out of your room. While you scrolled through an article, your long hair got in the way of your view of the screen, so you tucked some of it behind your ears. It was a simple solution, but it only lasted for a few minutes before you realized that your hair had fallen back to its original position. You sighed as you tucked it behind your ear once more, only for the same outcome.

Luckily for you, you had a hairband around your wrist. You thought that you should just tie it up normally, but instead turned the chair back to face Crosshair. With a quick clearing of the throat, you stammered,

“Um, when you’re done with cleaning your rifle, could you.. help me with something? Take your time, of course.”

The sniper side-glared at you and stopped what he was doing for a moment. He let out a quick and quiet sigh before leaning his rifle against the controls. Then, he spoke out with his sharp, croaky voice,

“What do you want?”

“I just… Uh, could you help braid my hair?”

His facial features changed in the slightest way; you almost had to squint to see it. He raised an eyebrow and interrogated,

“Why would I do that?”

“I dunno, I just wanted you to do a favor for me. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, just tell me.”

You weren’t lying; you thought that maybe you could become a little more acquainted through it. You placed a hand over the back of your neck, which was starting to warm up with embarrassment. But, that feeling of unease left you when you heard Crosshair’s voice ring out again.

“Fine, I’ll do it. Turn yourself around.”

As he got up from his seat, you did as you were asked and repositioned yourself so that the back of your head faced Crosshair.

He took a handful of your hair in his hands before stopping what he was doing and asking,

“What now?”

“Pfft. Ahem, divide my hair equally into thirds and just cross the parts over each other.” You found it funny how he asked that, but you needed to stifle your laughter. You didn’t want to anger him, especially since he had a handful of your hair in his hands.

At first, he tugged at your hair and moved it around harshly, not really knowing his own strength. It was until you let out an ‘ow!’ sound that he started treating you gentler. He also kept fumbling around with your hair; it always either fell out of his grip or he thought it didn’t look quite right and had to redo it. You didn’t know what exactly you were expecting.

At one point, he eventually just dropped the handful of hair he had and exclaimed,

“I’m done. It’s not work–”

He stopped speaking when he saw something on your scalp shine in the dim lighting of the Marauder. He moved a couple of strands of hair around to reveal many hidden grey strands scattered around your head.

As he stopped speaking, you worried that he was frustrated, so you tried to console him.

“If you can’t do it, it’s okay. I’ll just–”

“You have grey hair.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I know that. Don’t pull them out.”

“I didn’t say I was going to. But, why not?”

“Well, ‘cause it would hurt. And…” You quickly thought of another reason. “And because it kinda matches with yours.”

You turned your head to look up at his face to see his reaction. The corners of his lips were turned upwards in the slightest way. But, it quickly vanished and he retorted,

“Why would you want to ‘match’ with me? I certainly don’t want to match with you.”

He crossed his arms and sat back down in his seat, soon resuming his cleaning.

You would be lying if you said the statement didn’t sting a little, but you knew it was insincere because of the small smile on his face. You decided to mess with him a little.

“I’m not keeping it just because it matches yours. I just think it’s neat. The color looks good on you, so maybe it would look good on me.”

You could see him freeze and force a scowl on his face to hide the smile. But, in the end, the smile still showed on his face. It was bigger than the last one, too.

“Thank you,” he commented in an undertone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something?”

That earned an eye roll from him, but he swiveled his chair around to face you and he repeated louder,

“Thank you.” He hesitated before adding, “If we were to ‘match’, then yours will look.. decent at best. Don’t let anyone pull them out.”

You nodded your head at him, grinning wildly.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it.”

For the first time, Crosshair returned a small smile to you.

#tbb crosshair #sw tbb #tbb #the bad batch #crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair bad batch #bad batch #tbb x reader #tbb x you

[yanderes-galore]

I saw that you write for ducktales now, so a mark beaks concept? Him and donnie from rottmnt have the same VA!

Sure, I'll see what I got ^^ Also, yeah, I find it funny they have the same VA. I think Dewey has Rise! Leo's VA? Not sure.

I got some motivation from a fic set by @/yandere-toons which I will reblog after I post this if I can find it on Tumblr (Found it on Quotev really late last night. I said the blog name but I am scared of tagging them.).

Yandere! Mark Beaks Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Egocentric behavior, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Abuse of power, Use of tech to stalk, Murder/Hitman mention, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Blackmail mention.

Okay, Mark Beaks likes to act like this big millionaire like all the others.

However he is really deceptive and attention-seeking.

He's also a crybaby and selfish.

Mark would be a very determined yandere to woo over his darling.

He seems like he'd be persistent to gain your attention and would fret over his darling if he was deprived of your attention.

Mark would be Obsessive, Self-centered/Entitled, Clingy, Manipulative, Possessive, Delusional and Invasive.

He's greedy and once he finds an obsession he'll steal every ounce of attention you have.

Mark is can be a self-absorbed person most of the time.

You'd have to do something to really stand out to him in order to make him obsessive.

Be popular on social media, work for him, be another millionaire or close to it, something to catch his attention.

Once he takes notice of you his obsession is fast acting.

He plans to be your friend at first... but it escalates.

You get questions from people once Mark Beaks starts following you on social media or tagging you in random photos.

Mark is a stalker in a lot of ways.

He's liking all your posts on social media.

He's following you around if you work for him.

You can be minding your own business and somehow Mark is there.

He is incredibly invasive and knows almost everything about you.

Mark is a yandere who abuses his social media presence.

He posts about you and him a bit more than he should.

You'll be dragged into photos with him and he's always a bit too friendly.

You don't like how physical he is with you, wrapping an arm around you for a photo or dragging you around like a toy.

Mark doesn't respect your boundaries that much.

Which usually leads to arguments of you trying to tell him off.

It never deters him for long.

Mark Beaks is a yandere that craves attention all. the. time.

If he pines for his darling he'll go looking for them.

End of discussion, nothing is stopping him.

You can say he's manipulative.

A tendency with yanderes who are famous or popular is their influence puts their darling in line.

It's so easy to say on the internet that you two are dating.

The public will eat it up.

To add onto him stalking he places cameras everywhere.

He knows any sort of personal info about you.

It scares you when he says something he definitely should not have known.

Then he plays it off like it's normal!?

Mark would be easily jealous and possibly possessive.

He's entitled and feels he should get what he wants

He'd manipulate those around you with threats of some kind.

He can hire someone to have a person killed or sabotage their social media presence.

He does have power as he is still rich despite lying at times to get to this point.

Mark Beaks would give his darling anything and everything if it meant keeping you.

He fantasizes about his darling and can't go long before wanting to be close again.

Mark thinks you'll be happy if he bribes you to stay with him.

He wants to be the center of your attention and has so many pictures of you on his phone.

Maybe even a whole phone full.

Mark is delusional.

Once he takes notice of you he may be an obsession at first sight kind of guy.

He immediately fixates on you and wants to have your attention.

Know him or not, he's planning to be a permanent part of your life.

He's like a parasite you can't quite get rid of.

He feeds on your attention and will drain you mentally.

He has the ability to kidnap and promises to give you a comfortable room!

He just craves your love more than anything.

Mark's need for affection is physical and verbal.

He wants your praise and your touch.

When he gives affection it's usually physical.

Lots of hugs, lots of clinging...

You can barely pry him off you.

Mark Beaks hides all the photos and videos he took of you without your permission.

That's his little secret.

He also removes anything that ties him to your abduction or the murders of those close to you.

His reputation must remain perfect!

Mark no doubt spam calls and texts you if you aren't near him.

He craves you and needs to know where you are.

If you block him, he comes back with a new account and number.

He has backups!

Overall, Mark Beaks is a yandere that abuses his power to obtain your adoration...

You can't leave his side if he blackmails you!

#yandere ducktales 2017 #yandere ducktales #yandere mark beaks

[girlboypersonthingy]

hiiiiii!! so u’ve quickly become my fav tumblr user lol. anything with pidge would be great!! any prompts u wanna use is all good with me, i just want more pidge content.

thx sm!! <3

U BETTER STOP RIGHT NOW ANON. I’m so flattered that I’m one of your favs 🥰 that boosts my confidence in my writing soooo much you have no idea. I’m definitely not skipping over a bunch of requests just to write yours first nope not I. So I wrote smthng about Keith and reader being stuck on a planet during a mission and needing rescue and them having a cute bonding moment. I’m gonna do that but with ✨Pidge✨ 🌷Thank you for the request and ENJOY~

Ps: wow. This took me forever to finish. I wrote it in so many pieces over so many days. I’ve been so busy omg this is all over the place…sorry 😌

Listen…Pidge’s calculations may have been the tiniest bit off. You were sent on a mission with them to pick up a specific mineral on a specific planet that will power a new invention Pidge is working on. As their lion approached the surface of the planet, some weird energy source nearby had all of Pidge’s signals glitching out. All of a sudden, the green lion completely shut down and you two had a bit of a crash landing. Now…You’re lost. In space. No way to get back, no way to contact the team. And if Pidge can’t figure out how to get y’all back to the castle, you definitely can’t. Obvi they’re like 1000 times smarter than you.

“Dang…well…we’re stuck here now.” Their words make you panic a bit. Stuck? Geez, for how long? Until when? Wait…Stuck?! In the middle of space all alone???

“Someone will find us eventually.” “You’re not helping, Pidge…”

They’re trying to hide their smile as they silently laugh at you. “First time stuck in space?” “Uhm YEAH?! IM SCARED! YOU’RE NOT???” “Nah.”

Pidge has been there, done that with being lost in space alone. It’s scary but it’s amazing at the same time. Like when Pidge got stuck on that trash nebula, they weren’t scared, just bored until they found a way to distract themselves and eventually get a signal to the team. They just need time to figure it out.

Before you can say any more, they are closing their helmet over their face and offering you a hand. “Let’s go.” They close your helmet over your face and now they’re enthusiastically dragging you out of green and onto the dusty surface of the planet.

Pidge is very smart but also has some ADHD tendencies. This lil babe will squirrel out and go buck wild when it comes to science, technology and space. They can’t stay focused on the topic at hand, there’s too much to look at, too much to think about, too much to talk about.

They are still holding your hand, pulling you along as they ramble on about the pH balance of the air on this planet and the gravity difference compared to Earth and how cool the specific mineral is that they are looking for. Wow, cute little smarty pants just won’t shut up 💚

Plz just pay attention to them. They LOVE the attention they get from you when they say big words and explain complex things you don’t really understand because,

The face you make when you try to follow along with their science rants KILLS THEM. You’re like 😯 trying your best to keep up, it’s too cute.

They love when you say things like “wow” “whoa” “cool” bc then they’re like 😎 “yeah I am pretty wow, whoa and cool, aren’t I?”

Like plz just swoon over their brilliance, that’s all they want. They want to impress you SO BAD. Little do they know they’ve already captured your heart…

So anyways, they are practically running now with you following beside them as they frantically search for the mineral they need.

A beeping catches their attention and they stop abruptly. An excited laugh leaves their mouth as they check a piece of tech on their wrist, similar to a watch but with info about the planet and atmosphere around you.

Pidge is always busting out new gadgets they’ve made and it still surprises you sometimes. “Pidge, what the hell is that?” is a very common phrase that frequently leaves your mouth. They’re always testing out new tech.

“AHAHA!!! (Y/N), guess what?! This whole planet’s crust is the mineral!!! WE CAN GET SO MUCH OF IT!!! Obviously not too much, but OH MY GOD!”

Omfg, now it’s your turn to admire how cute they are when they geek out like this. They’re pretty much jumping with joy, smiling from ear to ear, and they still have a hold of your hand.

They always run to the same two people every time they have some cool sciency shit to tell and that’s Hunk and you. As much fun as it is to go on a tangent with Hunk about cool space stuff, they love talking to you about it bc you don’t interject, you just listen and learn.

Their fav part is days later when you mention something they told you about in great detail and they’re just thinking ‘oh my god, you remembered, you learned, you’re so smart. DAMN I ADORE YOU.’

At this point, Pidge is having such a good time with you, they’ve forgotten that you’re both stranded here. They’re holding your hands and you’re smiling so big now and suddenly they can’t come up with words to say rn.

“So…are you gonna tell me how we are gonna harvest some of this stuff or…?” The silence is so loud but Pidge can’t speak, they’re just lost in your eyes and your hand fits so perfectly in theirs and the longer they stare at you, the more red your cheeks become and- “Pidge…are you okay?” Finally, they snap out of it.

This honestly happens way too often with you. Pidge never thought they’d be the type to zone out and start daydreaming about someone but they are just soooo into you, oml. They’re always so focused and in control and calm and collected but you’re just too hot cute, you are such a distraction. They can’t believe that you are so interested in them, it clouds their brain sometimes. They know a lot but one thing they can’t figure out is where they stand with you.

“I’m fine. First things first, we need some help getting off this planet. We need to figure out how to contact the team.”

Just keep in mind… they haven’t let go of you for even a second since you walked out of their lion together 🥹❤️‍🔥

“Hey, what about your watch thingy on your wrist? Couldn’t that help-“ “(Y/N), yes! I forgot about this for a tick! Okay, come on. Give me something to work with….” Finally, they let go of your hand as they poke at the piece of tech on their wrist, their eyes become brighter and wider.

They swiftly pull out their bayard and launch it towards their lion, perfectly wrapping it around their lion’s tail.

“Uhm what are we doing?” “We need to get off this planet.” “WHAT?! I mean I know that, you already said that but-but…how are we gonna do that? Your lion is-“ “Just trust me.” They reach out for your hand once more, the handle of their bayard in their other hand.

They grip your hand tightly and before you can take another breath, they activate their jet pack and you two are whisked away towards the sky.

You’re screaming and Pidge is laughing. They’re such a punk sometimes.

As their bayard reaches its limit in length, Pidge is still grasping your hand tightly as they finally begin to explain just what their plan is.

“The crust of this planet, which is also the mineral we need, is what’s causing interference with all our tech. Except for this, I guess.” They gesture to their wrist. “The further we get away from the surface, the more chance we have at getting a signal to the team. But, the gravitational pull of this planet only goes on for 4.7 miles, which is like waaayyyyy less than Earth’s gravitational pull so I had to keep us tethered or we’d just float off into space.”

Normally you’d find their ranting interesting and endearing but rn you’re just terrified of being this high up from the ground and also terrified of accidentally floating off into space.

They can tell you’re scared so they quickly let go of your hand and link their arm with yours, pulling you in closer. They’re not laughing anymore, they give you a more serious look with a soft smile. “I got you, (Y/N). I won’t let anything happen to you. Promise.”

Although they are the smallest Paladin to ever exist, you make them feel so big and strong. You make them feel like they could fight 100 galra soldiers all on their own. You give them so much confidence and they just want you to trust that they will always protect you. Tho they be small, they are mighty.

“I trust you, Pidge.” Great…you’ve lost them again. All you did was say their name all soft and quiet and they can’t look away from you now.

The lingering eye contact is simple but causes you both to smile and blush uncontrollably. You both look away then look back at each other, your movements in sync which causes you both to laugh.

“You’re really cute. I like you a lot.” The words just sort of slip out of their mouth and before you can even process what they just said, as if on cue, static cuts the silence.

Suddenly, you can hear Allura calling out for you guys through the comms in Pidge’s helmet. “Pidge? (Y/N)? Hello?” “Allura! Geez, are we glad to hear your voice.”

As Pidge gives the princess a run down of what had happened to you guys, you just watch their lips move and watch as they purposefully avoid your gaze. They’re embarrassed of what they just confessed to you and now they’re anxious to hear your reply.

Once the voice in Pidge’s helmet had gone quiet, you finally speak up.

“You like me?” “Huh? Did I say that?” “Yeah, you did. You said I’m cute too.” “Oh wow…uh yeah…I guess I did say that.”

It’s silent again for a moment.

“Do you like me too?” Pidge asks softly now, their whole demeanor has changed. They’re not holding you as close, they’re eyes look full of concern, they’re biting their lip.

“I thought you were a genius..?” They’re a bit taken aback by your response. “It’s not like I haven’t been dropping hints left and right. Of course I like you, Pidge. And I think you’re pretty cute too.”

The next 10 minutes as you two wait for rescue are spent talking and laughing about how you two dummies have been crushing on each other for MONTHS but you were both too scared to say anything to the other.

As soon as y’all are rescued by Shiro and Hunk, they’re both like “oh! You guys finally noticed that you’re both in love with each other? Good. Nice. Took y’all long enough.”

The whole team could see the hardcore pining the whole time. Even Keith was like “I thought y’all were already dating???”

Wow. What a couple cute little dorks you guys are.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #voltron x you #vld #pidge voltron #voltron pidge #pidge vld #vld pidge #pidge gunderson #pidge holt #pidge x reader #katie holt #Pidge #voltron fandom

[olderthannetfic]

I don't agree with anon who suggested removing comments from AO3, but I do kinda wonder what an AO3 without a kudos button would look like. To the best of my knowledge, LJ had no kudos/like equivalent, and I've always wondered if the interaction culture was influenced by the lack of a "show your appreciation" feature that was both quick and, more importantly, impersonal. I understand that for many readers, kudos is the only way they feel comfortable leaving feedback, but I've always viewed it as a little bit too close to the "consume and move on" culture of IG and Twitter.

On a related note, in a discussion about why people do or don't comment on AO3 fics, many people said something to the tune of "I don't want to break the flow by stopping to comment when I'm binge-reading fic". And I get that, but at the same time the concept of binge-reading fic after fic, like scrolling down an Instagram feed, and only leaving a like as a sign of your passage there, makes me a little sad.

Since you were involved with AO3 early on, I'm also curious what went into the Kudos button and why.

--

You know, I honestly don't remember the conversations around the kudos button. I suspect they happened more among the tech people doing the actual design and programming and less amongst the content policy people where I was.

That said, I think the view of LJ that most Olds have is far too rosy:

The big difference wasn't kudos: it was hit counters.

Kudos-only types were probably lurking, but they didn't show up because there was no like button and no count of how many non-commenters happened by. Actual attempts to figure out rates of feedback showed they were terrible just like they were terrible in the zine days and just like they're terrible now... at least in the minds of authors.

The too anxious to X crowd still existed in the past. They just either never found fandom in the first place because you needed to know someone in order to gain access to zines or a mailing list or they lurked and got locked out of all the locked fic posts on LJ.

The people who get shittons of interaction are the ones with free time to respond a lot and who seem to be inviting interaction. I've had some bitchy assholes whine that they're not popular on tumblr while I am, but 1. it took years and 2. well, see above.

On LJ, the people who got a lot of interaction were writing juggernaut ships in fandoms at the height of their popularity. They often also had meta posts that directly invited responses in between their fic posts. And the fic posts may have had author's notes that invited conversation too.

In 2022, the fic authors who I see getting tons of interaction have a CuriousCat or similar that they link to on their fics and seem to be parked on Twitter all day, responding to fans and inviting more interaction. They are writing juggernaut ships in fandoms at the height of their popularity.

If I look at Fanfiction.net (which had literal millions of users at points where "all of fandom" in a LJ sense was pretty small), I see a lot more commonalities with AO3. Certain very skilled authors have fans falling over themselves to make friends. Certain small fandoms or ships have a dedicated fanbase that comments on everything, and it's the same 6 people, but they're very enthusiastic. Old, dead fandoms or unpopular topics don't get a lot of interaction. Hits are very high compared to feedback of any kind.

You avoid binge readers by sharing your fic in private with your tiny fandom of super committed people. On big, public archives, it has always been the norm. Hell, in zine times, someone with the money for a lot of zines could still be like this. There was just less to read overall.

As an author, I don't like being treated as disposable, but one has to keep in mind how many times one has had a profound reaction to fiction and shared that reaction with friends or with no one.

I don't think the bingers are necessarily seeing me as disposable even if they don't comment.

[fate-magical-girls]

For the choose violence ask game. (1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 18, 22, 25) for Hank Pym and Hal Jordan.

There's so much I want to say about both these characters that I'm gonna do answers for Hank, and then answers for Hal later.

Warning: potential fandom-enraging takes ahead.

Hank Pym

The character everyone gets wrong

Domestic abuser is not the be-all end-all of Hank Pym's character, but it can't be discounted either, because he's not just the sweet, sad, relatable guy most of his fandom find him to be. Hank is the sum of all his parts. Partly because of the writers' divided interpretations of him, Hank is a person who will realize his mistake, work very hard to ensure they never happen again, make a lot of progress, but then hits a point where he stops watching himself and backslides. His compassion, courage, and patience are real, but so is his insecurity, jealousy, and occasional moments of self-centeredness or self-destructiveness. Once he gets too comfortable in a romantic relationship, everything starts being about his needs and his comfort level, with him not noticing whether or not he could make his partners uncomfortable. To his credit, if they point this out, he usually does apologize. (For example, proposing marriage to Jan on the date of their original anniversary) He's also capable of being toxic and spreading his misery to others, especially during a depressed episode, such as his attempt to destroy almost all AI in Rage of Ultron. There's moments when he feels entitled to acceptance in the superhero community, if not also to forgiveness. He also built a prison where shrunken supervillain inmates are terrorized by ants serving as guards, and named it Lang Memorial Penitentiary, presumably because he and Jan found it funny. That said, understanding and dealing with his own flaws makes him very forgiving and empathetic toward others, even those his fellow heroes would consider lost causes.

3. Screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

Anything that considers Janet Van Dyne responsible for the marital abuse she suffered, or that considers her as THE toxic one in her marriage with Hank Pym. Just during the marriage itself, Jan was as supportive as she could be, given the constraints of being written during the 80s. It was Hank who was too prideful to admit he had problems as their marriage decayed. Both of them made mistakes and mistreated each other here and there, but it's ultimately Hank who did worse.

7. What character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Hank Pym, but it's more of a love-hate-obsession for him. Most of the Hank Pym fandom tends to defend him and use him as mental health advocacy. They're right that Hank is struggling, and he is relatable, but he's also a grown man with his own agency and flaws that don't stem from his bipolar disorder. Also, just because of the changing times, characters in his same position, such as Moon Knight and Hank's own daughter, are shown seeking out therapy and a support network to handle their conditions responsibly. Hank is consistently portrayed as someone who, due to both pride and bad experiences with SHIELD handlers, refuses to do that. I hope that when Marvel does bring him back, they'll address that point. I like Hank Pym for both his virtues and his flaws, and if Marvel lets him deal with his condition responsibly, I'll probably stop emphasizing his flaws.

8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Hank doesn't want to be an Avenger and/or Jan is always dragging him into superheroics when he's more comfortable in a lab. Hank does want to be an Avenger. Moreover, he wants to fit in as an Avenger. He wants to be as impressive and as powerful as the rest of this cool crowd, or at least, he wants to find a niche and be useful. Hank is a person who expresses affection through practical measures, like nursing people when they're sick, or providing them with the info and tech they need to get something done. Tied into this is his low self-esteem where he thinks that if he stops being useful, his friends will no longer want to be around him. That's why finding out Iron Man is Tony Stark proves to be so devastating for him -- he's no longer sure why his cooler and better friends keep him around. It's also why he keeps on redefining himself -- he's trying to be accepted and fit in. It's true Hank has taken physical and mental health sabbaticals, but the Avengers, as strange and stressful as they are, are his only friends outside of colleagues like Bill Foster. Hank needs the Avengers to be his support system, and he definitely wants them in his life, even though he's nervous about how he can keep up with their pace.

Another opinion is that Hank is bad about expressing affection and attraction. Like I said, he expresses affection through practical measures. He is bad about doing emotional labor and remembering comfort zones, more than even Marvel's other geniuses, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a love language. He's not a smooth talker and he's an introvert, but he can be deeply romantic. He lets Maria Trovaya's memory as well as Jan's memory cast shadows over his heart long after their presumed deaths. He remembers special dates and anniversaries and always tries to do something special for his loved ones to commemorate the occasion. He does spend a lot of time in his lab, and his passions are primarily that of the mind and not the body, but he has no problem initiating intimacy with either Jan or Tigra, or even seeking out one-night-stands. I actually think there's moments when he's more uninhibited than his teammates, especially if he's swinging toward a manic episode, and he's demanding some intimacy from his significant other even though they're in a public place (in the worst case scenario, they can just shrink down and hide in plain sight).

9. Worst part of canon

How Janet was killed off and Hank was essentially rewarded with Tigra's love in the wake of Secret Wars. Sorry to the Tigerant shippers out there, I have some issues with that plot development. For me, it feels skeevy that Hank Pym is essentially given a fresh start because Jan isn't around to make him feel guilty about his mistakes anymore. It gets worse because Tigra was originally a second-wave feminist character. Even before her transformation into a weretiger, she was strong, determined, and refused to be put down or infantilized by the men around her. Her original character arc in West Coast Avengers was about her reconciling the two sides of her soul and realizing that her Greer side wasn't a weak little woman who needed men like Hank to comfort and protect her. Her Avengers Academy years were alright, since she was a good teacher and a good mother, but she also didn't feel like the way Tigra should be. All her edges were filed off and she became an accessory for Hank Pym's happiness. However, I do concede that they seem happy together and fans want their favs to be happy.

As it pertains to Hank himself, his not-quite death in Rage of Ultron. He died almost as an afterthought, and he's only ambiguously dead because Ultron fused into his body. If Marvel really wanted to retire him, they could've chosen a better way to do it.

10. Worst part of fanon

Anything that posits that Hank, Greer, William, and Nadia should form a happy little family without Janet being involved. Jan is Nadia's mother in everything besides biology. Just because Hank is Nadia's biological father and Nadia wants to meet him doesn't mean she should be cut off from Jan. And Jan being Jan probably means she has a split custody agreement set up and ready to go just to prepare for eventualities.

Also, the opinion that Hank, Greer, and William would continue to have a happy, drama-free relationship as time went on. Personally, I think that Hank's insecurities need to be taken into account. His original conflict with Jan leading into his manic episodes was that she was richer, more successful, and performed better in battle than he did. Even if he's gotten past most of his toxic masculinity by now, he still needs to be careful about backsliding. In a way, Greer really is perfect for him because of her lack of employment or respect from the hero community at large means she never triggers his insecurities. He doesn't feel an obligation to respect her or compete with her the way he would with Jan. Greer, being the free spirit and semi-loner she is, also doesn't need Hank's attention or emotional labor to keep loving him. She can just drift in and out of his life as needed. Of course, she might have some strong opinions if she thinks Hank doesn't respect her. There's also the issue that Hank and Greer are from two different worlds, even more so than him and Jan. Sooner or later, as William begins dealing with his cat soul and cat instincts, Hank will want to impose some sort of discipline while Greer wants to give him space to figure it out on his own like she did back in the day. And that would lead to conflict. On the other hand, Hank and Jan would mostly agree as to how to coparent Nadia. I also think that William is mostly his mother's son, so while he would always love Hank as his dad, there would be a gulf between them where they don't share very many interests and thus can't really understand each other. If you factor in Moon Knight, William might vibe more with him as they both understand the thrill of the hunt, and Hank would really start feeling competitive.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Hank is a niche character in and of himself, and I wish more people would love him with all his flaws attached. He's a bit of a paradox, both an ant of a man and someone who casts a long shadow. There's a lot to hate about him, for obvious reasons, like being selfish and insecure. But there's also a lot to love about him, like his curiosity and idealism and his compassion for even the smallest creatures, such as his ants. You can't call him a good person, but he's still a well-rounded character. I also like Eric O'Grady and find him a very distinct character. Like Hank, he's heavily flawed, maybe even more than his predecessor, but he still tries to better himself. He still learns something about letting go of his selfishness and being a hero. Eric's original death was being crushed to death like an ant while protecting a child. Regardless of Remender's writing quality, I can appreciate that he did find the courage to step up and sacrifice himself when cowardice is something he struggled with for his entire existence.

18. It’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

Both of the other Pym-Van Dyne kids. There's William Grant Nelson, Hank and Tigra's son, of course, but there's also Katie Summers, Jan's daughter with Alex Summers. There's a lot of stories you could get out of them. Katie was stolen from her father's arms by Kang the Conqueror when the Avengers needed to go back in time and erase the bad future that she was born in. Kang's child-rearing methods leave a lot to be desired because he typically dumps children in specifically selected bad future timelines that traumatize them into hating everyone they used to love, like Black Bolt's son Ahura being made to slaughter his own ancestors across time or Archangel's twins being thrown into a mutant concentration camp. How would Hank, Jan, and Nadia deal with Jan's daughter as Kang's angry and traumatized lieutenant? And for William, I've already talked about how I think he and his father might not always understand each other, but there's also the issue of his dad not just being his dad anymore. In a blended family scenario, Hank is also Nadia's dad and Katie's stepdad of sorts. How would William handle not being able to monopolize his father anymore, especially when Nadia shares more of his interests? And for that matter, how does Nadia deal with Jan having a daughter of her own, a daughter that she deeply missed for a long time?

Also, Marvel should hurry up and let Jan design a toyline with Hank's help. She can design the dolls' looks and Hank can help build the miniature accessories.

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Hank Pym has hobbies that aren't just science! He plays the piano, snaps candid photos, watches anime, enjoys junk food, and he and Jan both collect stamps. And for the record, back in the Tales to Astonish era, Jan was always trying her hand at stand-up comedy by telling ironic horror stories to people she hung out with. Her performances rarely went over well, especially not with Hank. I like the idea that he and Jan held open mic nights for the Avengers or attended fandom conventions together, because couples need to share some hobbies. He's also good at barbecue, so I imagine he cooked for Greer sometimes.

And neither here nor there, but Hank, Jan and Greer are all characters with horror roots. Hank starts out as a sci-fi horror protagonist, an arrogant scientist whose experiment backfires. He then becomes the psycho-horror villain of Jan's story in the lead-in to their divorce. Tigra was modified from standard superhero The Cat into a horror B-movie style weretiger that was at once attractive, exotic, and dangerous. Someday, these three should deal with some horror story tropes...

25. Common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

Hank deserves to forgiven for his mistakes with no strings attached because the likes of Carol Danvers and Tony Stark have done worse and been accepted back into the fold with a slap on the wrist. If anything, Hank was forgiven and accepted back with no boundaries attached way too easily during the Stern-Englehart era. By the end of Trial of Yellowjacket, he does have a moment of clarity where he apologizes to Jan, but his other teammates like Cap were trying to apologize to him for not doing more to help him. He was then quickly invited back to be the Avengers West Coast's tech support, and while he still felt guilt and self-hatred, most of his friends, his ex-wife included, forgave him for his misbehavior as Yellowjacket. It got to the point that trying to finally hold him accountable and give him harsher consequences 20 years down the road instead looked jarring and out of character. Carol and Tony, for their parts, were let off easily, but Tony, at least, went on an apology tour and deal with some animosity from his friends for a while. To date, the only Avenger who made a big mistake and still gets overshadowed by it, but deals with it responsibly by accepting her own guilt in the matter and accepting that people are right to view her with suspicion until she proves that she has well and truly changed is Scarlet Witch. Hank always falls short of that final part, because there are moments when he thinks he has indeed done enough to deserve unconditional forgiveness.

I do think Hank deserves a chance to be forgiven for his mistakes, but I also think that he needs to accept responsibility for himself, mostly by getting himself the right sort of treatment to make sure his manic or depressive episodes won't overpower him again.

#hank pym #ask game

[katyspersonal]

I really can't catch a break with strange events connected with the internet, huh

I blocked someone over a week ago (needed mental space to sort my already overwhelming anxiety), and later unblocked and followed back when I felt ready. But apparently this morning I found out that this person got somehow blocked by me again, when I did NOT do that...? I know Tumblr IS broken, but I never saw a glitch where it'd block random people? And why now, and why this person? I thought I'd die from how bad this piece of trash app embarrassed me with this one :/

But also long term mutuals probably remember the stories about me "sleep blogging" (like all those times where I saw something in a dream and would wake up to it being posted without any prior information to make me anticipate it, or how I'd read Discord convos in my sleep that were happening at the same time as I was sleeping). I blame such things on human brains evolving because of how often we are using tech; both tech and brain have electricity and maybe they are getting sync for more and more people. Humans are adaptable 🤔 But I did mention that tonight I was tormented by really weird dreams, and the biggest discomfort factor was losing self-control and being pulled to "pick fights" like marionette.. So what if it was that feeling during being asleep what triggered this (extremely unlikely) spontaneous blocking?

Kind of hope it will turn out that Tumblr simply found new way to be broken and it is just an unlucky timing for my paranoia 🤦‍♂️ But I still can't list how many weird things happen.. I should consider stopping sleeping with my phone under pillow if unexplainable coincidences continue.

#personal #also semi-relevant thing but recently me and Val shared a dream #like... when he woke up and told me he dreamed about hanging out with me and described the- #-details I FUCKING almost fell off my bed because I just woke up from the SAME dream #or weird telepathy with Fareeha #or that time when I summoned a random person to send me a specific ask with thinking about it #(this one is hard to explain but I legit almost had heart attack because TIMING) #or that time when I saw prophetic dream about Crow #I can just go on lol ggjhjh #but I don't have any other explanation than 'electricity' #and now I am thinking about it in the hospital at midnight :') RIP sanity lol #I am scared #but not of the weird events themselves but rather I am afraid they'll become weirder and I wont be able to tell anyone #(yet AGAIN extrovert moment) #🛌

[lexisking]

Oh damn it has been a while since I logged on Tumblr. Uh, have a 40k art dump. Yes I have recently gotten into the 40k fandom and I know this is probably quite out of the blue. I just want to share these.

I have dubbed this Chapter the "Hephaeston Hammers"

Arthurian Deus, Chapter Master.

Vareus Dumar, Master of Sanctity

Andrin Kunan, Master of the Apothecarion

Kaeros Molotak, Master of the Forge

Haniel Deladen, Chief Librarian

Lancius Lunos, Master of the Keep Venerable Dreadnought

Honor Guard design

Standard chapter member design

Now, as for lore, if the fact that half of these have patterns of equipment that got lost in the Horus Heresy (the actual irl reason for these being used being that I just liked how they look), the in lore reason for this widespread usage of very old equipment in the chapter is due to them having a very good relationship with the Forge World of Hephaeston III, a world which neighbors their homeworld of Hephaeston II. The Mechanicus of Hephaeston III are borderline tech-heretics who just barely avoid being declared as such for reverse-engineering long lost tech by the skin of their teeth, and do so via the fact they managed to miraculously get the support to do so from Guilliman so long as they didn't end up making daemon engines or commit any form of blatant heresy. This has caused the chapter to be supplied quite heavily with some of said reverse-engineered and reproduced equipment.

Formally, this chapter is a Primaris founding successor chapter of the Sons of the Phoenix, but for any who are familiar with the Sons of the Phoenix's color scheme can guess why I say the Hephaeston Hammers are only formally sons of Rogal Dorn.

When I wrote the lore for the Hephaeston Hammers, I focused heavily on that one speech from Fulgrim: 'I came from nothing' he said, fixing his sons with a steady gaze. 'I scrabbled in the quarry pits, and down in the deepest mines, carrying buckets on my shoulders because the ascender blew a gasket,' he said. 'I broke my fingernails on raw ore, and grew blisters from heat and labour. You look down on them, blind to the beauty of their struggle. Blind to what they might become, if only someone would scrape the filth from their faces. He reached down and lifted a child onto his shoulders. The girl laughed and clapped, unafraid of the giant, even as her mother wept. Fulgrim indicated the crowd. His voice had driven many of them to their knees. 'Look at them, my sons. You are the highest, and they, the lowest. It is your duty to raise them up, as high as they will go. Anything less is not worthy of you.'

As such, the Hephaeston Hammers chapter is almost more like the Salamanders, as they value humanity just as much. The Hephaeston Hammers recruits are even allowed to return to their families between missions, some even participating in their communities, such as with Vareus Dumar who often serves as a preacher on their Shrine-world turned chapter-homeworld of Hephaeston II. This has led to the members of the chapter being quite, for lack of a better word, attached to the denizens of their home world. They celebrate victories alongside a sisters of battle convent stationed on the planet, they help train the planet's guardsmen, in times of holidays and celebrations they lead the festivities with the same conviction in which they face the enemies of mankind.

Will add more to this later but for now I need to get to bed. Also to those more, for lack of s better word, experienced with warhammer 40k, please have mercy on my understanding of lore, I have been in this fandom a mere several months and this franchise is literally older than I am so I may not fully grasp some stuff yet

#art #warhammer 40k #my ocs

[kimikoyukiart]

Hey! Idk if you remember, I'd talked to you about making your aymeric x estinien housing art into ffxiv housing. Ever since then, I have really fallen in love with your art style! I am also a noob artist and opened comms recently, but I haven't gotten any yet haha do you have any advice and tips for me to help gain an audience and commissioners? Thank you and goodluck with your shop!

Hello again! Yes, I remember gosh thank you so much for enjoying my art! Also I'm always super happy to answer art stuff since I'm in love with it, but I will open with a disclaimer specifically for the growing audience bit cause for a long time I've primarily been an OC / original art artist and it wasn't till I became cripplingly obsessed with estimeric that I grew some semblance of a following so I'm a pretty small artist by most standards ;;; With that said, here are my tips and advice which I'll separate into 2 parts

Putting this under a read more cause it's LONG

Commissions (mostly about expectations, best practices, and organisation to make it easy on clients)

Have some kind of commission page (here's mine for example) to make it easy for your clients to be able to reference something and for you to direct new inquiries to. This can be anything from a website/carrd to even just a google doc/tumblr pg. Will there be clients who never read this? Absolutely. BUT it's also great for clients who are shy and/or who like coming prepared

Have a Terms of Service section!! In our current day and age of tech bros and assholes trying to exploit and scam creatives I cannot express enough how just having a TOS will deter these ppl! It shows you're serious and that you know what you're about, making you less of a target!

MOST IMPORTANT! Be kind to yourself!!! Opening commissions is exciting due to the prospect of making money from something you love and it can be very disappointing and demoralising when you don't get any! It's also a very "feast or famine" type of roller coaster, so don't feel bad if you don't get any, even super large artists struggle!

Building a following (from someone who's doesn't actually prioritise this so take it as you will!)

You've probably heard this before but fanart is definitely better at drawing a crowd than original art so I feel obligated to mention it. (I'm a pretty classic case study of this imo lol) And the reason for this is that there's already an established audience out there that loves the content you're making unlike original art where you're starting from ground zero. Does that mean you should give up making original art if you want followers? ABSOLUTELY NOT! And honestly most of my advise will be from the perspective of growing an audience via original art because you can apply the same principles to fanart so here we go!

Consistency is key. Being a constant presence on your existing followers' feed means having consistent chances for them to share/engage with a piece of your artwork, which means more chances for new eyes to see them which means more chances for followers etc etc. But what's the pace? Well that depends on how brutal you're interested in being with yourself unfortunately....if you die hard want to grow as fast as possible then once a day (i've seen some artist do more;;;) but it's something I would NOT recommend for all sorts of risks. (you can mitigate the risk ofc but that's like a whole thing in itself) I'd advice you to figure out a pace that works for you so that you maintain a healthy relationship with your art

Join events/zines/bandwagons. Whether it's things like drawtober, ffxiv art parties, or zines, engaging with community/communal activities (especially those with hashtags/promos) can help you engage with people who might not have found you otherwise. If you're a social person it's a great chance for you to make friends who have similar interests too! Making art related to a piece of media that just came out is also great way of engagement since people are probably looking for it (for example spidersonas or dressing OCs in outfits to watch the barbie movie)

Make it easy to find your art when someone visits your page. It doesn't necessarily have to be a full portfolio, but giving viewers a place to see only your art posts is crucial imo. Tumblr is great since it's tagging system is fantastic making this part easy but places like Twitter for example only have a single media tab; so making a thread for art post or keeping your media tab clean is ideal. (you've no idea have many artists i've chosen not to follow cause their media tab is 1 awesome piece of art then just 500 cursed memes/reaction images lol)

HARDEST BUT MOST IMPORTANT POINT! Make compelling art. I follow artists who post a piece of art maybe once every....I dunno 3 months if even that, but when they do they get thousands of notes, why? Because it is a compelling piece of art. Something that touches the heart or makes you gasp in awe or swoon from it's vision or die laughing. And this is the hardest point because what that looks like is completely unique to you. Basically it is your answer to the question of "Why do I make art?" which artists everywhere all around the world, regardless of genre or industry, are trying to answer themselves. The one thing you MUST REMEMBER while you try to figure this point out is that it must involve Love. That means loving the journey; the grueling failures, steep learning curves, and all, because if even you don't love what you're trying to create other won't either. And that's not to say you have to be happy about a piece of art not turning out right (I still cry from frustration myself all the time) but it does mean be kind to yourself when you fall so you can pick yourself up easier when you stand again

THAT WAS SUPER LONG WOW! With all that said tho those 1st 2 points for growing an audience is what I would recommend focusing on! The internet is all about engagement and you can't have that if there's nothing to engage with! Also because it just bears mentioning that sometimes it is just a skill thing and you just have to get better at drawing BUT that is not to say skillful=complex! Nonono take a look at webtoons like "My Giant Nerd Boyfriend" by fishball or "Sarah's Scribbles" by Sarah Andersen. Or illustrator's like loonpflug or mmeiccaa. It's not complex but it's some FKIN GOOD ART!

Ok I will stop my ranting here GOOD LUCK AND DON'T FORGET TO BE KIND TO YOURSELF!! You are more than how many numbers you make on the internet and I hope that you always remember that 💖

#asks #oh as a footnote i guess #pretty promo posts for ur comms will prob help #if you see comm promo posts that look pretty u can save them as refs for urself #just make sure they're clear #also luck #so much LUCK #so don't feel bad if it takes awhile #just keep at it #AND HAVE FUN!!! #also also the risk mitigation for consistent posting rlly is it's own post #so feel free to ask again if u'd like to knw more #or wanna knw anything in general lol

[juniperhillpatient]

get to know you tag game

TYSM @dont-leafmealone for the tag! <3

Are you named after anyone?

I mean - a flower? lol

When was the last time you cried?

the last day of my last job at my vet job when I drove away knowing I couldn't go back even if it meant getting evicted lmao that job killed me on the inside :) don't hire people with no veterinary experience & expect them to be vet techs employers, job seekers don't assume loving animals means you're cut out for such a job you will be traumatized

Do you have any kids?

Yes (I'll insert a picture on mobile I'm using Tumblr's unusable desktop so I could copy & paste the game lol)

*edit* a picture of my lovely children

What sports do you play?

competitive lazing about (stealing that answer from prev 'cause same)

Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm? Me? Pshhh nooo (/s)

What is the first thing you notice about someone?

Hair probably

Eye color?

Hazel

Scary movies or happy endings?

My pretentious but real answer is that I like endings that fit the story & stay true to the themes.

Any talents?

I like to think I'm okay at writing, I can cook alright

Where were you born?

Arkansas, USA

Hobbies?

Writing, hiking, drawing, paranormal investigation, research on true crime, sitting on the porch with my family

Any pets?

2 cats <3

Height?

5'2"

Favorite subject?

Abnormal psychology or film class were two of my favorites in college, in high school it was always literature or creative writing

Dream job?

in college, I would've said therapist, more recently I would've said it's a fake concept, now I'd say my current job which is life enrichment at a senior home :) totally found my niche & never plan to leave. but prev's answer of pumpkin farmer is just so fun I hope you achieve that dream bestie I love going to pumpkin farms in autumn so much

this is lazy but I tag anyone who wants to because every time I tag a list of people I know I forget people I should've tagged & anyway y'all know I'll have fun reading your answers - just tag me & say I tagged you!

#tag game #thank you for tagging me friend!!! <333

[witchcraftingboop]

Some Late Night Thots: Consumerism

Consumerism when applied in witchcraft and occult settings would have newcomers believe that you need a variety of herbs and crystals and wands and tarot decks etc. in order to get shit done. A lot of the time, I encounter folks who approach magic and spirits like they're slot machines, put in t, u, and v to get z. And then comes the frustration. "Why did my pentacles not work if I made x amount over such and such amount of days?" "Why are my petitions not following through if I gave such and such offerings on this attempt?" It has been my experience that folks are in such a hurry to get their hands on the ingredients that they forget the foundations.

Established practitioners may harp on the basics a lot on Tumblr, but from my perspective, it's not because they are pushing or trying to simplify magic to rote or mundane tasks/methods. It's about building and learning the ground work. You can recite a script and all you will have is words just as you can buy a crystal and all you will have is a rock. The power of the spoken word comes from mastery, familiarity, and/or knowledge of the ways in which it has formed the occult connections/associations it has within its current context. That's not to say that you have to study the development or evolution of the words you speak, but they should have knowledge that is familiar to you and/or connections that you can tangibly understand/feel or "play" off of or into.

Calling the quarters is the example I'll use as it's the most recurrent tech I've seen across a variety of practitioners and traditions. A person who just reads from a script thoughtlessly is most likely to report back that they didn't feel a response to the call or that they feel disconnected from the elements mentioned therein (though perhaps not all). A second person, who (for our purposes) identifies as being already in tune with the elements/nature to start, may not say the same, but may instead feel that the evocations didn't carry as much oomph as can be described in various texts. And the variation in results can, and do, go on.

My point here is primarily that personal background and the foundation work one has already laid impacts success and results. Simply grabbing a spell from another practitioner and replicating the 12+ ingredients and tools used is not guaranteed to bring success, though it may have for them. Within even the small group of occultists and practitioners I converse with, through discussions we've found our associations vary, with more than one herb being applied to a number of different purposes/uses than that which is "common" knowledge depending on who is speaking. It's entirely possible that a newcomer may rush to fill their pantry with a variety of herbs and then find that just combining them as described in another's post doesn't work for this very reason. Those connection were likely learnt or developed in some manner, whether through personal study, spiritual guidance, or what have you.

I can see how it may seem like magic is being oversimplified when consumerist mindsets abound in such a small community, but really, learning those basics is in no way going to hurt anyone or hold them back from developing more intricate, solidly built spell work. In fact, I might argue that those "beginner" spells bouncing through the Tumblr halls with ingredients lists longer than the written notes/instructions available are doing more harm than basic superstitious or folk magic posts I've seen (i.e. throw salt over your shoulder, etc.). At least the latter doesn't require you to purchase $50 worth of product for a one-off attempt at mimicking someone else's work.

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[shattered-catalyst]

@sebastianshaw or that one time someone (a client and a new client) hacked the work wifi and doxxed me

So I was getting an intake of a client with a very distinguished and rare disorder I won't say the name of but it's infamous for being wrongly represented in literature and works of fiction.

They were through another client I had with the same disorder who fancied themself a techno-witch.

It was very shortly after I had recieved the new client paperwork that I got a notification from cats blog. From a post from like 2018/2019. Way long back.

I saw it was a personal and clicked on it because I'm bored and wouldn't you know.

Same age group. Same diagnosis. Same pronouns. Same city we are in. Pictures of the neighborhood etc and I find my client on there too.

So turns out my client and her bff got a peak onto our wifi and found my blog which they thought was hilarious btw

Haha very funny little did they know I have experience with tech savvy people. The entire session I sat there and let her squirm and writhe in discomfort while I drank my coffee in peace with a calm " how was tumblr on saturday?"

Pure comedy.

What's even funnier is when @fatummortem and I started writing on earthtrembled my ex-boss was doing the exact same thing but on my Julio tumblr account.

I am proud/ was horrified to say my ex boss read Day and I writing Julio getting fucked on a table all while she tried to keep a straight face at the lunch table.

Then she tried to shame the vague ' people' for ' writing things at work'.

Honestly I hope it destroys her brain to this day but it definitely made it hard for me to go back to my Julio blog. I still feel uneasy on there.

But this was also the bods who would monitor what websites you were on while you were at work AND would go in and edit emails in your work email inbox to edit away her passive aggressive attacks

So technically I've been exposed twice once by a client and once by an abusive boss

My thoughts?

Use it against them. Make them incredibly uncomfortable.

I don't normally do gotcha moments but I feel the invasion of my privacy warranted one.

[querenciaofmelancholy]

Summer of 2023

This summer I assigned myself a task. A task of 'finding myself'. I recently shifted to a new school and found few academic rivals. And, it's a huge setback because I used to be quite good in my previous school. I want to become the headgirl but i don't think that's possible. So to brace myself from the fall, I decided to find myself this summer and explore what my personality is and how I am different from others. I didn't really come up with answers, but i took first steps to getting my life together and i am very proud of myself. Even if the productivity levels seems zero it's massive for me. And maybe, I did discover something about myself. I love being the mother figure in people's life. Because people are fragile and oh god it's just so lovely to piece back your delicate parts together and provide you comfort. I try new things and fail in them desperately but guess what, I don't give up. I don't let myself give up on myself and I think that's just great. I also did some study in the holidays and I am proud from not picking up the books before exam to at least trying to maintain a schedule.I decided my few career choices and even though progress in that front has been slow i think i can make it work I discovered that I actually don't like to be on social media. it leads to me comparing myself to others and that's just shitty so i stopped. and no it's not backing away it's me living a cillian murphy life. and i think that's just beautiful. ofcourse i cant just back away from all tech because sadly it's something my generations comes with, but in areas i can, i will. And this is what i am. I am a dark academia obsessed girl who tries different things but always finds time for her fun and has a slobbish schedule she's trying to get together and she loves her family and her few close friends and what she is today. Even though the above mentioned characteristics might be in every girl out there, i am me. I don't have to be special for myself. I am myself. jesus do i make sense. i am a girl awake at 1:40 am thinking why i wrote 1:40 when it's 1:39 (it's 1:41 now) who's supposed to be studying for her school tomorrow and go shave her legs later. Also a girl who rants about these things on tumblr and someone who's pretty much still in the delusion that she will meet her love one day but secretly doesn't want to. I am not her. I am not and no matter how many years it takes me to make me feel like i am enough for myself, i will keep trying. I am a double personality girl (i even got names for them). these two personalities however diff care for each other and save each other from each other and everyone else. And hey if that girl who's fit for being the headgirl has the same thoughts, is doing the same thing- writing posts on tumblr, if every girl is better, every person hates me, i am just a burden on everyone, I will still try to love myself and even if i keep on trying and never get to really love myself, that will be my love, that persistence is my love. This has been good. Thankyou, bye. Time to study and get bad sleep again.

[windona]

I posted 2,121 times in 2022

That's 136 more posts than 2021!

188 posts created (9%)

1,933 posts reblogged (91%)

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I tagged 1,783 of my posts in 2022

Only 16% of my posts had no tags

#fandom - 148 posts

#tumblr game - 105 posts

#prompting night - 97 posts

#star wars - 77 posts

#current events - 74 posts

#issues - 72 posts

#writing ref - 67 posts

#gpoy - 58 posts

#amazing - 57 posts

#dc comics - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#also i feel the wisdom of solomon would help billy know when it a good time to appeal and when it would just make someone close off more

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

prompting night: uhhhh Jaime finding out about some of Scarab's stranger hobbies (reading AITA on Reddit? hacking the Wayne tech slack? murderbot style telenovela obsession? up to you)

Jaime looked over at Tye, Asami, Paco, and Brenda snickering.

"What are you guys snickering at?"

"Jaime, look at this!" Tye pulled out his phone, showing the Reddit AITA page.

"My brother formed a club, and I thought I could support it by working with some friends and colleagues to set up some successes for them behind the scenes without their knowledge. He found out and is mad. AITA?"

"Sounds like what you told us about the Anti-Light, right?" Paco said with a grin.

"You've got to show your teammates this."

"Huh. It looks like there's also some other ones..." Jaime scrolled through, seeing usernames that while not the same looked suspiciously similar. They also looked to all be posting various scenarios that sounded suspiciously like Team ones.

"From K4gee- Hold on. Khaji Da, did you post these?"

[[Yes.]]

Jaime's friends paused, eyes wide.

"Why?"

[[<You> have asked that <I> be considerate of teammates. To help understand their behavior and reactions, <I> created these dummy accounts and posted actions that caused disunity without supplying any identifying information.]]

"Is... is your scarab shading your team?" Tye squeaked out.

Jaime nodded, trying to keep a straight face.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"Please show your teammates," Asami said between peals of laughter.

"Wait, I'll let Ed know to get a camera out when you do," Tye said as he bent over.

"Oh mio dios, yes. Khaji Da, this is the best."

35 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#4

prompting night: let Khaji Da hack more phones

"Okay, but where did you get that information from?" Jaime looked off to the side, wondering if he should regret encouraging Khaji Da to pay more attention to social relationships and dynamics. Then again, apparently Bart had encouraged that well enough after the prophecy/Green Beetle fiasco.

<I hacked the Wonder Girl's phone.>

"Hermano, you can't just go around hacking people's phones!"

<If information is gathered in advance, it can be used to prevent issues.>

"Right, but we have to keep our teammate's trust by not invading their privacy."

<The Nightwing hacks phones.>

"What?"

<The Nightwing has hacked the phones of many teammates before leaving the Team, and one of his new recruit's phones. Why am I not allowed to?>

Jaime frowned. Nightwing was hanging out... kind of, now that Geoforce, Terra, Forager, and Halo joined the Team.

"Okay, you can't hack anyone's phones... except Nightwing's. He's got to learn the value of privacy as well."

<Excellent! I shall make sure to inform you of any relevant details.>

And that was how Jaime found out about the Anti-Light and Terra's mole status.

38 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#3

I am always here to give Windy bad fic prompts. Considering my post about Uncle Dudley beating up Uncle Ebeneezer took off last week. (YJ) Billy is walking down town with Uncle Dudley chatting away when he suddenly goes quiet and hides behind a corner, Dudley H. Dudley asks his foster son what is wrong and Billy has to explain who that skinny old man that just walked by actually is.

"- and I know it's just an internship, but being at WHIZ is so cool! I get to help with stories, and I'm even given a small section to do for other kids once a week." Billy grinned, skipping down the street. Luckily the lack of crowd made that easy enough to do. "I'm even paid!"

"That's great Billy! But it's not taking up too much time?" Dudley said, eyes scanning over the store fronts and the old man walking down before turning to Billy.

"No, I can't work more than sixteen hours a we-" Billy paled, and then ducked into a nearby alley.

The skinny old man from earlier walked past, muttering about money and people who were so ungrateful. Only when the man passed did Billy come out from the alley and turn to Dudley.

Billy had fought legends and monsters without a flinch. Sure, the courage of Achilles probably came in handy, but that didn't change the fact Billy never hid for no reason.

"Son, who was he?"

A wash of feelings stole over Billy's face. He looked down at his shoes. "Uncle Ebeneezer."

Crouching down a little despite his old knees, Dudley tried to look Billy in the eyes. "Who?"

"He took me in after my parents died, and threw me out once he had the money."

Dudley nodded, but noticed the way Billy made himself small at the memories. "And?"

"And he treated me badly, so I was happy to go. But I have you now so it's alright, okay?"

Knowing better than to push, Dudley nodded. Still, if Billy noticed he was getting an extra nice ice cream sundae that day, he didn't mention it.

39 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#2

Idea: A Superman movie, but from the perspective of Lois Lane.

Hard hitting reporter Lois Lane, who’s young but has been in the industry enough to be a bit jaded, is going around and doing stories on corruption and politics and investigating everything to hold people accountable. She sees people with power use and abuse it every day, and people clawing for power so they can use and abuse it. There are stories of miraculous saves, but they’re mostly rumors and unconfirmed at this point. Besides, she’s showing the new guy the ropes.

Until Lois starts interviewing a woman who barely avoided a death sentence. The woman, a high school drop out who worked as a cleaner, was innocent but in the wrong enough place to get pinned with the crime. Apparently some man in a red cape burst into the DA’s office and insisted that he stop this woman from getting the death sentence due to her innocence, and provided evidence.

Lois digs into it, but there’s no possibility for an ulterior motive. This woman doesn’t have connections or anything. She has no connection to the person who burst in. So Lois in typical Lois fashion goes a searching.

There isn’t really a pattern to the miraculous saves, or the Superman sightings.

(Nobody is beneath Superman’s notice. Nobody is beneath his aid.)

When Lois mentions it, the new cub reporter suggests that maybe this guy just likes to help. And the evidence agrees. He’ll fix a kid’s broken bicycle and do a deep dive into crime. He’s even gone after Intergang’s tangled web. So Lois is forced to ask: Is it possible that someone can be as good as they are powerful?

So since she has a lot of work done on the tangled web of corruption, and crime, she decided to go for an interview with Superman and to ask for his help with taking down some of the greatest threats strangling Metropolis.

But along the way, she’s starting to notice that the quiet cub Kansas reporter also has a habit of helping people out, and it really is quite charming...

60 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

whenever you do a prompt night I always want to send you a prompt for fun but I can only ever think of 'bad prompts', so I usually don't send anything to you. I decided that I would try one today anyway. It is going to be a 'bad prompt' so don't worry about ignoring it. this was the best 'bad prompt' I could thing of: The first time 13 yr old Jason Todd met 11 yr old Billy Batson and the first time Captain Marvel met The Red Hood

A/N: ...If this is a 'bad' prompt then I wonder what you consider a good one.

Billy sighed, kicking his feet. He was grateful, really! Even now that he was adopted by Dudley, healthcare was still an issue in Fawcett so being allowed to use the League's state of the art care for a checkup was something he was glad Superman suggested. He wished that more kids could have this, but, well, apparently the purple healing ray was hard to replicate and needed FDA approval anyway.

He sighed, feeling out of sorts as he always did when he was in a League base as Billy. Everything seemed so much larger.

"Do they have magazines?"

Billy looked to his right at the new Robin. "Not really? Most Leaguers don't really think to bring their own, and what would you bring for them anyway?"

The new Robin shrugged. "I dunno, probably not Highlights. Maybe Forbes? That's an adult magazine. I mean, one adults read, not a dirty one."

Billy raised an eyebrow at that. The old Robin wouldn't have talked about that sort of thing.

Robin squirmed. "I mean. You know. Maybe a literary magazine? I think the short stories in those are pretty cool. The New Yorker has a nice literary section."

"Huh. That would be cool. Maybe I could ask J'onn about that? He likes learning about Earth stuff, and I think he handles supplies."

"Uh, yeah. Hey, do you like to read?"

"Yeah, though I'm a bigger radio fan. I've been getting into podcasts- they remind me of those old fashioned radio serials. It's so cool, because it lets you picture the events like a book but with voice acting.

"Huh, I'll have to give those a try. By the way, what's your name?"

"Billy. Yours?"

"J-Robin. I'm Robin."

*Seven Years Later*

Gotham's wind blew the smell of waste over the buildings. Captain Marvel stayed in the air, firm.

It really said something that Batman had been so open to letting him try this.

Gunshots rang out. Captain Marvel flew over, and exhaled. It seemed that it was just a normal robbery, with henchmen too small for the infamous Red Hood to kill.

(Billy hoped that Jason remembered why his own father had been a criminal. That crime could be caused by desperation as much as malice.)

The robbers fled with scattered motion and wide eyes. Red Hood stood up and turned to face Captain Marvel.

"Gotta say, I'm surprised. There's no word of any Fawcett villains here."

"Surprised I came to see an old friend? I heard you were back and wanted to see."

"Going to follow up with a lecture?"

"I get the feeling you wouldn't listen to one."

Red Hood put away his guns. "No. I won't. I know I'm right."

"Would the street kid that loved literary magazines and being Robin have agreed?"

Tilting his mask up, Red Hood snorted. "That boy died and his murderer is still out there."

"Then who am I talking to?"

"A ghost." He flicked a flash bang towards the ground, and not even the speed of mercury could have gotten him to close his eyes before it went off. When Captain Marvel blinked them open, Red Hood was gone.

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62 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

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