#Prudii

[nocturius8015ficore]

It's just Prudii being Prudii. Blowing up Seppies installations. 🤷

[arliganzey]

This came to me last night. I have no further details.

For your consideration… Repcomm brother energy:

Ori’vod: Ordo, Niner, Boss, Prudii, Maze

Middlest brother: Atin, Mereel, A’den, Darman, Scorch, Sev

Vod’ika: Fi, Fixer, Kom’rk, Jaing, Corr

[isurrendertoclones]

Kal trying to give the boys a bedtime or anything like that and suddenly facing six tiny lawyers

[clonememesfrikyeah]

Interviewer: “what’s the most attractive trait a woman can have?”

Ordo: “A criminal record.”

Mereel: “Narcissistic.”

Jaing: “An unnervingly sharp smile that will take a fekking chunk out of you and drink your blood.”

Prudii: “Being a man actually.”

Kom’rk: “Homicidal tendencies.”

A’den: “A good sense of humor :)”

Interviewer: *slowly takes step back”

[bardan-jusik]

repcomm character's favorite parts of building armor in Costuming Club AU

Walon Vau- sanding. (the psychopath) he likes to get a printed item totally perfect and he has the patience to do it. because sanding a print is similar to torture because he has an eye for detail! he has the process down to an absolute science. resin coat, bondo thinned with acetone, automotive priner, wet sanding. but he won't do it for you- he's going to insist on teaching you his process. good luck.

Kal Skirata- weathering. it's one of the final steps in building a kit, and really pulls everything together and makes it look lived-in and real. and you get to be really creative with it- singe some things, build salt and hairspray texture into the paintjob, literally cut something up, physically damage a plate, make an unholy paint slurry to slap on and badly clean off, mist spraypaint, use bleach, emulate rust... you can really go ape shit. literally the opposite of sanding

Bardan Jusik- sewing! he's got like 3 machines- a regular heavy duty, one specifically for leather, and a serger. he loves the entire process, designing the item, modifying or drafting a pattern, selecting materials, mockups, cutting, construction, details. he loves seeing an item come together out of fabric. and then he chickens out on weathering and hands it to kal. he's made a lot of casual wear star wars clothes for himself!

Etain Tur-Mukan- WEAPONS. scratch built blasters, resin printed knives, large blaster assembly in a mix of printing and scratch building, spears, lightsabers, all of it. she collects greeblies and LOVES finding little bits to stick on a gun to really make it swarzy. great at painting weapons. can do some lights on her own but recruits help for anything involving coding.

Arligan Zey- actually isn't in the hobby for the making of the costumes, he's here for the community and trooping, mainly. does some basic sewing. mostly outsources/commissions things he doesn't want to do, but he enjoys going to armor parties and helping with whatever people need a hand with

Ordo Skirata- sintra fabrication. he's great at plate shaping. dude could make a goddamn bo katan chestplate out of sintra, do not ask me how. a huge proponent for scratch building as much as possible, prefers not to use 3d printed parts. for one thing you have to sand them, which only real freaks enjoy doing, they're also less durable. sintra all the way.

Mereel Skirata- 3d printing. it's incredible all the things you can make! maintaining a machine is a hobby all of it's own! 3d printing entering the hobbyist realm opened huge possibilities! and if you hate sanding, you should hear about resin printing.

Jaing Skirata- coding and electronics. he helps etain with finishing touches on blasters, such as sound effects and really fancy lights. all his shit has light effects in it, small coded screens that rotate through pictures and text. the amount of shit he can cram in a helmet is truly incredible. he's got fans, hearing assist, voice amp, and lights in there. has also made a lot of lightsabers

A'den Skirata- helmets. specifically helmets. he's done a lot, and sells them. he has several molds and has made his own helmet model. enjoys finishing and painting them, sometimes takes commissions for fully finished helmets.

Atin Skirata- coding and robotics. likes moving parts. because of safety rules prohibiting motorized weapons in armor, he mainly builds droids. does whistling birds and moving rangefinders and the like, but really enjoys building astromechs.

[roseaesynstylae]

So, the idea of the Bad Batch (minus Echo, plus Emerie) being the other half of the Nulls has consumed my goddamn mind. Therefore, as you do when an idea takes up residence in your frontal lobe for the foreseeable future, here's some headcanons.

The Bad Batch (except for Echo and Omega, who have no clue what's going on) hate the Nulls. As in, "murder on sight" hate them. From an in-universe perspective, there could be a myriad of reasons, ranging from feelings of abandonment to resentment over them having a better life. From a writer's standpoint, it's because I love me some good old familial dysfunction and angst.

The more...unhinged...tendencies the Nulls are known for manifests in the Bad Batch more as "let's jump off this cliff and use explosives to direct our fall!" and less as "hey, check out my new skin gloves!" Of course, if you push them too far, it's a different story. In order of least to most likely to pull a "lemme turn you into an art installation," it's Omega, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech. Omega wouldn't do that, at least not at this point in her life. Wrecker, when enraged, goes for the just-hit-them solution. Hunter's a decent human being and usually wouldn't do something like that...Unless his kid's been kidnapped by a crazy Imperial doctor for the fifteenth time, on which point he starts becoming a little deranged. Crosshair hovers close to the line but wouldn't do it to someone unprovoked. Tech is a special case, in that he has to be pushed, but when he is, the results make the rest of the Nulls go "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST."

The Nulls want to reunite with their lost siblings and build a relationship, but that's kind of hard to do when said siblings (except Omega) keep trying to kill them on sight and none of them were built for intricate and deeply complicated emotional issues. Still, they persist. Eventually, they could probably get to the level of "awkward conversations" but it'll take a lot of work.

The Bad Batch have what makes the Nulls superior to regular clone troopers, plus their unique enhancements (which in this version are less defects and more Nala Se picking an attribute for each of them and cranking it up to 11). They feel that it makes them better than the Nulls, something they're not shy about expressing.

Emerie is the same height as her estranged (I can't think of a word that applies to this specific situation but this one will do) brothers, because I stan a tall queen.

Nala Se is smug as hell whenever she sees Orun Wa. "CT-9904 just broke all records for accuracy, CT-9902 discovered a new element, CT-9903 crushed beskar like it was paper, and CT-9901 tracked a man through five systems and a solar storm. What are your clones doing, again?"

There is no understating the sheer "wtf" that goes through the Nulls' heads when they first see Omega. But, of course, this is Omega. Imagine the cutest image of her you've seen, fanart or canon. That's what the Nulls see when they meet her. Unsurprisingly, the Nulls, who got the Mandalorian gene to adopt anything that isn't nailed down, go from "wtf" to "so smol 🥰" in roughly a minute.

Kal Skirata is in the corner. His attempt to interact with the Bad Batch did not go well. He casually calls Hunter "son," as he does with various characters, and the resulting explosion puts a thermal detonator to shame. Since it's clear that his presence is not making things better, he's sort of just in the corner.

The rest of Clan Skirata, and associates, are staying out of this. Gilamar and Vau took one look and retreated to the bar because they know better than to get involved. Everyone else witnessed one of the less acrimonious encounters and collectively decided that they are not jumping into the emotional equivalent of a pit of rabid wolverines.

Echo is the go-between. He does not want to be the go-between. But he's the only neutral party in this thing aside from Omega, and the rest of the Batch don't trust the Nulls with her.

Spare a though for 99. He raised four of these guys, often with the aid of leashes. Truly, he is an unsung hero of the Clone Wars

[flashthescalesian-art]

Mereel: Prudii? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry?

Prudii: Mereel, I swear to Manda -

[nocturius8015ficore]

Kal Skirata, Jango, Orum Wa and the Nulls (by me, Nocturius)

Nocturius: Oh crap, I thought I've already shared that one here, but, hey, enjoy!

It's a piece I made on Krita last Winter. It feel aaaaaaaaaaaaages ago since do RC and TBB content (well... mostly memes tbh) on a regular basis.

It took me over 50h to do. 9 characters, Tipoca City and the work of light and storm. That was an hard one for sure! Still not 100% happy with the perspective, shading and composition but that's a ''me'' problem as an artist. I tried hard to respect the books description and also material from The Clones Wars and Attack of the Clones for the visual as reference pictures. I found some useful concept art online too. That was a very formative project. I think it was the first time I did piece directly on Krita instead of scanning a sketch. I was getting more confident with my stylet and wacom!

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Here some WIP, for the funzies.

Go well with that fine fan-made audiobook reading of that exact scene! (no need to have read the first book to enjoy ^^)

[arliganzey]

Imagine Kal Skirata walking around Kamino with all the Nulls in a 6-seater pram

[totally-not-your-babe]

Spoilers for the first two books of Republic Commando

I just finished Hard Contact and started reading Triple Zero (I don't know why the Hungarian version called Coruscant btw) AND OH MY FORCE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THESE BOOKS ALREADY!!!

Omega Squad my loves

I have mixed feeling about Etain sometimes BUT I adore her (why did Karen had to say she wasn't attractive in every two pages I can't understand tho)

Fi just wants to drink some beer and it's the most relatable thing ever

DARMAN MISSING ETAIN

The Omega's getting the black armours when they have mission on a snowy planet... like REALLY

The way Skirata protected the Nulls! I love him. I don't hear anyone out I love him no matter what! He is my dad now

The Boba-sleeping-in-Jango's-arms part MY HEART

ORD'IKA

Sedate me!

[thelightismine]

having recently re-read the Republic Commando books for the fiftieth time (but the first time as a proper adult), amongst many other things that jumped out at me this time, I've been pondering the Many Failings of Kal Skirata™ - and one thing that kept me awake the other night was the realisation that...it takes Kal ages between adopting Ordo and the rest of his brothers, right??

So I went back and did the math. Kal adopts Ordo in True Colours, soon after rescuing Vau on Mygeeto, at 471 days after the Battle of Geonosis (ABG). An excerpt from the scene below:

"I never adopted you formally," Skirata said. It had been bothering him in recent days, ever since he began to think of the war as having a definite timescale. "Any of you." "Does that matter?" Skirata now felt that it did. No Mando'ad would nitpick over the bond between him and his boys, and as far as the Republic was concerned clones didn't even qualify as people, but his plans to give them a decent future had now become very, very specific. [...] "Yes," he said. He reached to grasp Ordo's hand and recited the short, no-frills gai bal manda - "name and soul," all it took to unpick history and give a child a new parentage. Mandalorians were habitual adopters. Bloodlines were just medical detail. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Ordo." Ordo stared at their clasped hands for a moment. He had a crushing grip. "I've been your son since the day you first saved my life, Buir." "I think you boys did the saving," Skirata said. "I don't want to imagine where I'd be without you." Skirata was now busy hating himself for not doing this before, not making the ultimate commitment, and he fretted about his five other Nulls scattered around the galaxy.

And having re-read this section in detail, it now baffles me even further that it takes him - wait for it - ANOTHER YEAR AND ~THREE MONTHS to adopt the other five Nulls??

Yes, that's correct. Kal adopts the other five Nulls in Order 66, in the scene where they all come together 'on screen' for the first time, which is set 940 days ABG. That is 469 days after he formally adopted Ordo.

At the time KT wrote these books, according to Legends, one standard year is 368 days, with 12 months of 30 days each. If I've crunched correctly, Kal adopts the other five Nulls roughly fifteen and a half months later than Ordo.

And OHHHH:

The meal was as much a rare celebration as a meeting, and the Nulls even had a few glasses of Chandrilan wine. "I should have done this many years ago, adi'ke." Skirata raised his glass. "Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad - Mereel, Jaing, Kom'rk, A'den, Prudii. There. It's formal, legal. You're my sons and heirs." "And we won't bankrupt you," Jaing muttered. "Not with the amount you're skimming, ner vod," Mereel said raising his glass in return. "Thank you, Buir'ika. An honor." At least one cause for guilt had been lifted from Ordo's shoulders. He was no longer the only Null formally adopted by Skirata. It was a legal detail, nothing more, but Ordo didn't want to be singled out as the favorite. He already felt he had a far easier time than his brothers.

what do you MEAN you just went on and forgot to do it, despite seeing them and speaking to them regularly for over a year, Kal?! yikes

Reading this back again, all I could think was - poor Ordo. It's explicitly stated here that he had been feeling and still feels guilty. Imagine living with the knowledge that your father had only formally adopted you, and not the other five of your closest brothers, for OVER A YEAR- (I will keep yelling it I'm not over it)

When they all make jokes about him being the Number One Son. When they all tease him for being the favourite. How do you think this knowledge affected Ordo’s relationship with his brothers?? Not wanting to mention it?? Do you think he ever did?? How do you think they reacted if they knew he was already adopted prior to this??

Not to mention, how does Kal not see this as something that might cause an issue for Ordo?? With how much he loves him??

I find their reactions interesting, because if they didn't know, they play it very cool. I'm leaning towards they did know, Ordo didn't just sit on this knowledge for over a year, maybe couldn't - because otherwise, why is no one asking why Kal left him out of the list? Why is their only reaction calm pleasantries?

Possibly because they don't care about formal adoption that much - it's worth noting Ordo's reaction is also to kind of brush it all away: "I've been your son since the day you first saved my life, Buir."

(I think it also opens up a bigger discussion about Ordo's role within his brothers as...almost a shield between Kal and his brothers, able to take the brunt of Kal's...manipulations to spare them the same attention - I wonder if they don't care as much about their adoptive status because it doesn't mean nearly as much to them as it does to Kal, because Kal doesn't rule them as much as he'd like to think he does. It’s interesting how Ordo is both uncomfortable with the position as Number One Son but also sees its…strategic value?? He states earlier in the scene that he'll swap drafts with Kom'rk because it's "his turn" to explore the Outer Rim, but as far as we know, he never actually does this - despite missing each other dearly, often, do the other Nulls willingly take missions that get them away from Kal? Which is why Ordo is almost never shown being anywhere that Kal isn't? Also the irony that so many people laugh at Maze for being a highly trained ARC being "wasted" in an office job, but Ordo also as far as we see never does anything flashier, nothing that couldn't be handled by a less superior officer, nothing that's far from Kal's side...)

ANYWAY

I’m just baffled as to how Kal didn’t think immediately after adopting Ordo “and now the other five” - my man, what took you so long?? If you love them all as you say you do??

HMMMM

[clonememesfrikyeah]

I feel like there’s so much miscommunication between the Alpha Arcs and the Nulls because they could easily get along but both groups were influenced in different directions that created this conflict of interests between them. The Alphas are self sufficient, strong willed individuals but the nulls think otherwise. Why? It could be because Kal told them they were different and therefore special, and while true, that thinking is what is separating themselves from the others. Not to mention the Alpha Arcs have been teaching cadets before they’d even fully completed their own training, they have to act a certain way because their ori’vod, roll models. This conflict between them was manufactured by the author through Kal to create a close bond by only tending to their feelings fear and insecurity as his only emotion tether to them instead of the real unconditional love of a parent. In short Kal created this “us against them” narrative in cuval’dar trained clones, especially the nulls, to ensure their own personal army and keep control over them. Sure Kals first thought to having a do-over at fatherhood like he always wanted was that he wanted to love and care for them. Awesome of him, but his second thought was, I have a lot of resources at my disposal and this could work out really good for me in the long run, let’s see how far I can take this. Meanwhile the Alphas are just confused as to why their annoying younger siblings think they’re better than them and suddenly started to hate them for no real reason. Then it got to a point where the Alphas knew better and put them out of mind because they had better things to do than entertain their pettiness until things get said and punches are thrown. Just interesting that nobody talks about it much.

[clonegirl99]

Meshurok - Chapter 4

Smut marked with *** so you can skip. Or skip straight to. I'm not judging.

Ordo, already read in on the newcomer, arrived with a feast of various options, procured through a variety of means as he returned to the Barracks. “I didn’t know what you might like, so I got a little of everything,” he explained, suddenly uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Well, what she doesn’t eat, we absolutely will, vod’ika.” Jaing grabbed bags and began unpacking Ordo’s haul. “Kandosii!” he cheered as he pulled out an entire cake covered in glazed fruit.

“Don’t be shy, Sig’ika," Kal said, hand on her shoulder. "Haili cetare! Fill your boots."

"'Fill my boots,' huh?" She laughed and slid into the chair closest to Jaing. "Hadn't heard that one before."

She observed her new companions quietly as she ate, volunteering little conversation at first, but answering questions when asked. After a while, though, she easily fell into the rhythm of their banter, even making Ordo blush with some unexpectedly dark one-liners.

Her humor and passion drew Jaing in as she opened up. She used nonchalance and jokes as a mask to cover something – the trauma of her first kill, he assumed, but something else as well. He wanted to know more about her, and he felt compelled to open up to her as well. He wanted to get her alone, just to talk - for asset development purposes, of course.

Throughout the meal, her foot occasionally brushed against his ankle. It was too frequent to be accidental, he thought, and he tested his hypothesis by taking a wider stance in his chair so that his knee was touching hers. She made no effort to move away, even pressed gently into the contact. It was more thrilling than rappelling out of a larty.

Prudii noticed their silent flirting from across the table, judging by the raised eyebrow, and he didn't seem to fully approve.

As the meal came to an end, it was decided that she would stay in a nearby safehouse while they ensured no one was hunting her after the unpleasantness on Bonadan and made her apartment’s network environment suitable for the work she would be doing for them. Being the gentleman his buir raised him to be, Jaing volunteered to escort her. It was late, after all, and she wasn’t familiar with this part of town - and he wanted to spend a little more time with her.

And so he found himself in plainclothes, blaster discretely holstered, walking her through the city with her bag slung over his shoulder. To an outside observer, they could have been a normal couple out on a date.

At least that's what he hoped.

“Thank you for carrying my bag. A lot of men would have let me carry it, even in my current state. I tend to intimidate most men.”

“I can see how they would be intimidated by you. But most men are useless di’kute anyway,” he responded, genuinely annoyed at the thought.

“You are certainly correct on that one, Jaing,” she laughed.

“I tend to be correct. My brothers and I all have eidetic memories and are far more intelligent than most natborns - non-clones.”

She choked on a laugh. “I appreciate the directness... I can't stand false humility and I can usually tell when someone is condescending to me - usually the insecure ones. I appreciate them showing me their vulnerabilities like that - good for later use. It's tiring, though."

"Shabuire. Can't stand it when a woman is intelligent and attractive."

He was getting close to the line he shouldn't cross.

"Exactly." Her voice was warmer and softer and he thought he could see her blush under the chaotic lights of the city. "They don't get the lazy leverage they think they're supposed to have over me, so they have to work for it. ...They still usually lose, but it's cute to watch them try."

He laughed. “I like you, Sigi."

Careful. She's an asset, not a potential lover...

She nudged his shoulder with hers, and he immediately wanted more of her touch and he liked that he wanted more. There was something heavy and electric about it - different than flirting with some hut'uun's secretary for information or hooking up with a woman at a bar.

She smiled up at him. “That’s good since we’ll be working together.”

She waited a beat before saying, “I like you too, Jaing. I'm looking forward to working with you. And getting to know you better.”

His body responded with a flood of endorphins that overwhelmed the part of his brain that told him to slow down. He didn’t fight the massive grin, and even dared to reach for her hand as they walked along. She didn’t pull away, but actually interlaced her fingers with his. 

The safehouse was a small apartment in a non-descript tower, only a klick from Arca Barracks. He or one of his brothers would be able to reach her quickly if anything happened, but that also meant their evening walk ended before he was ready to let go of her hand.

“Let me show you the way up?” he suggested, entirely unnecessarily, as he keyed in the code for the main entrance. He used the narrow entryway as an excuse to pull her closer, hip-to-hip, as they stepped into the unadorned lobby.

She didn’t say anything as he walked her to the very obviously located lift where she stopped and looked up at him. The air was crackling with that feeling.

“Going to help me to my door?” It was practically a purr.

He nodded with a smile, bringing a hand to the small of her back as they stepped through the lift doors. He couldn't take his eyes off hers and  barely glanced at the keypad to punch in the right floor.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t?”

The lift, like the walk, was faster than he would have preferred.

“You’re down the hall, this way,” he said, his voice noticeably husky, as they stepped into the corridor.

He kept his hand at the small of her back as he guided her the short distance.

They stopped in front of her door. He wasn’t ready to say goodnight, and despite the exhaustion in her eyes, Sigi wasn’t giving him any indication that she wanted him to leave.

She leaned against the doorframe and looked up at him again. “Will you stay a bit longer?” she whispered, biting her lip - anxiety or flirtation, he couldn't tell. “I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

Careful...

He lowered his head, bringing his forehead to hers, an intimate gesture for a Mandalorian. Did she know that?

“I don’t want you to be alone tonight either, Sigi.”

This could be a rookie mistake...

He punched in the keycode without looking and walked her through the door, dropping her bag and wrapping an arm around her waist as the door closed behind them.

She rested her good hand on his chest and raised her face.

...Or something great.

“I want you to kiss me, Jaing.”

He nudged her nose with his. “I would like to kiss you, Sigi.”

“But you’re technically a client.”

Her lips, full and soft, were tantalizingly close to his.

“And you’re technically an asset.”

But the line was crossed.

He brushed the back of his fingers along her jawline and dragged his fingertips down her neck.

She shifted, closing the small space between them. “But there’s something about you.”

He pulled her into him and let his lips tease hers as he murmured, “You feel it too.”

Her lips, so soft, brushed against his. “Since the moment I felt your eyes on me.”

He flicked the tip of his tongue to her upper lip, and she let out a breathy whimper.

“Jaing…”

He brought his hand to the back of her head and pulled her in.

The kiss was slow, sensual, unlike anything he’d experienced before. He felt like he was melting into her as she gently sucked on his lower lip, pulling away just enough and then biting down lightly as she did it again.

***

He moaned into her mouth and walked her further into the apartment, toward the bedroom, not releasing the kiss until they reached the bed. He rolled his hips, letting her feel his arousal through the thin layers of cloth that separated them.

A soft, shuddering gasp escaped her lips. “Fierfek, Jaing…”  

She sank down onto the bed, pulling him with her and kicking off her boots. They found their way into the center of the bed, desperate to close the space between their bodies without jostling her injured arm.

He laid next to her, covering half her body with his, one leg between hers. She rolled her hips, grinding against his thigh and moaning as his hand drifted down her side, tracing her curves, cupping the swell of her shebs.

“Osi’kyr, mesh’la. You are so kriffing sexy.”

She responded non-verbally, raising her knee, shifting the angle of her hips, opening her legs more for him. Her dress shifted with her, slipping down her thigh and exposing more of her velvet-soft skin. He accepted the invitation, sliding his hand up her dress along her thigh, careful to avoid the bruising and cuts on her knee, delighting in the way his touch made her tremble.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he ran the back of his knuckles up her inner tight, stopping just shy of the apex.

“Yes! Please,” she whimpered without waiting for him to ask.

She was already wet enough for him to feel through her panties. His cock grew harder against her thigh and she let out a sound he never wanted to forget. She raised her trapped leg and he ground his hips against her thigh in response.

He grabbed her wrist as she started to reach for his bulge.

“We’ll get there., mesh’la. But I want to take care of you first…”

He snagged his fingers in the crotch of her panties and tugged them down. She raised her hips eagerly, letting him pull the scrap of fabric away, leaving her exposed and open to him. He growled and kissed her roughly before pulling back so he could study her face for every tiny reaction as he made her feel good.

She drew in a shallow, shaking breath as her slit parted easily for his finger. She was dripping, her clit swollen to the point of hypersensitivity already. The slightest touch as he traced circles around it made her buck under him and make little yelping sounds.

“Wayii, mesh’la. Ni copaani gar. Ni copaani gar. An vaar’tuur. Dinui gar anay jate aalan. Ni copaani ganar gar…” He didn’t know if she understood the words that fell out of his mouth in heated whispers against the delicate skin of her neck as he stroked her dripping cunt. He wanted her. All night. To give her every pleasure. To possess her. 

The sound she made – somewhere between a gasp and a moan – when he finally slid his finger into her was intoxicating, and he knew it would become addictive. Her pussy clenched hungrily around him, so hot, tight, and wet that it made him moan and roll his hips against her thigh in time with his slow strokes.

She accepted a second finger greedily, letting out a wanton sigh and grabbing his hair to pull him in for an enthusiastic kiss that was broken by her gasp as he added a third finger, the stretch eased by the desire that melted from her.

He could feel the tension building as she gasped and ground down on his hand. He coaxed her toward her orgasm, his palm slick with her need.

“Feirfek! Jaing!” She threw her head back and he bit down on her exposed neck, sucking on the straining tendon as he increased his speed. He pulled pleasure from her until she broke, cumming hard on his hand, crying out.

He kept two fingers buried in her as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm and her breathing returned to normal. Her eyes slowly fluttered open when he withdrew his hand. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

***

“Kandosii,” he murmured, nibbling her earlobe and savoring the way she shivered in response. “Ori'mesh'la.”

“I have no idea what you’ve been saying for the last… however long that was – fierfek, Jaing, but you…” She shook her head. “That was incredible.”

He grinned and rested his forehead on hers for a moment before kissing her and pulling away.

“Mm – “ She pouted and reached for him.

He chuckled. “I’m not going far, Sig’ika. Just going to get a little more comfortable.”

She laid back and watched him as he stood and removed his concealed blaster and set it on a small table near the bed.

“So that was a blaster in your pocket, huh? I just thought you were happy to see me.”

He looked at her holding back giggles at her own terrible joke. “Actually, gorgeous, it was both.”

They both laughed as he knelt on the edge of the bed to kiss her.

…He could kiss her all night…

“And I’m still very happy to see you.”

“I can tell,” she murmured.

He kissed her again and sat to pull his boots off. The fog of lust was lifting but being replaced with some other blur of abstract something he couldn’t name yet as he looked down at her, feeling more at peace than anytime he could remember. This was stupidly risky, but too late to back out - even if he wanted to. But he didn't want to. Something about her, the moment, was fulfilling in a way he had thought would be denied him. This could end terribly for both of them...

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow creasing with concern.

“What?”

She sat up and placed her hand on his cheek. He leaned into the touch unconsciously.

“You were far away for a moment.”

“I’m right here, Sig’ika. What do you mean?”

“You were… Your mind went somewhere else for a moment. You seemed… almost sad.” She wasn't saying something.

He took her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “Must have been overwhelmed by your beauty.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I am currently a ragged mess. What's going to happen when you see me actually properly put together?”

“If this is a ragged mess, I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle ‘put together’.”

"Gonna be hard to work with me then."

"I guess I'll have to get tough and push through. Will you hold my hand?"

She shook her head and smiled, sleepy eyes dark and sparkling. “You’re a charmer, Jaing.”

“I mean it, though.”

“I know.”

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[mrbubblyurchin]

Headcanon that Prudii was assigned to mentor up and coming ARC Troopers in the middle of the war back on Kamino. He initially hated this due to being stuck on Kamino while his brothers were out fighting. But during his time there he met his first and one of his only Jedi friends: Shaak Ti.

However, he still thought the job was miserable and THEN he met two of the troopers he’d be training into ARCs. Fives and Echo. He loved these two from the start and started teaching them Mando’a. (Fives only knows the basic words but Echo can speak fluent)

He taught Fives and Echo how to think outside the box and hone their skills. Echo learned how to abandon the reg manuals and do what he needed to do in order to develop the skills of an ARC, while Fives completely embraced the Null ARC mentality. Eventually, Prudii’s trainees passed the training with flying colors, and all three left Kamino.

Months later, Prudii got a holo from Fives letting him know that Echo had died. And a year and a half after that, he got another one from the 501st Legion, from one of Fives’ friends named Jesse, letting him know that his friend Fives had perished as well.

Now Prudii weeps for his brothers. The ones the other Nulls never met. His vode.

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Kal Skirata hide your sons because I'm coming.

[nocturius8015ficore]

PHOTOBOOTH TIME! 📸📸📸 (description in the ALT)

And 15minChallenge. With @livmarasdin21819's OC, Prudii, @ordo-core and myself.

Commander Livmara wanted us to take a picture.

Well none of us were good at this! 😅

We barely understood how that technology worked.

I think we mess-up a bit, but it was fun!

Photobooth -> Template by @wings-and-beskargam

The list. (hope I got everyone!)

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas