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stardustandash · 2 years ago

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Through Darkness Unknown - The Bad Batch

Omega and Crosshair are just trying to survive Dr. Hemlock when it's revealed that their brother may not be as dead as initially thought.

Meanwhile Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo evaluate the cost of avoiding a war, and the lengths they will go to in order to get their own back.

Tags: Post s2, hurt/comfort, whump, medical procedures

Chapter 1 - Ground Rules (ao3 link)

“Omega?” the thin voice from behind her broke the spell that kept Omega staring at the other female clone.

Omega turned to the bed. Crosshair was still held down by several black restraints but his eyes were open and locked on her. Omega grabbed for his shoulders, both trying to offer and take comfort. Her brother was here, he recognized her.

“Omega, what are you doing here,” hissed Crosshair.

She didn’t know how to answer him. Instead her eyes drifted down towards the restraints.

“Tech’s gone,” was what she came up with, though it wasn’t the answer either of them were looking for.

“What?” said Crosshair. His eyes went wide. “What did you say?”

Emotions bubbled up in Omega’s chest. Everything from the last day was starting to sink in, from the infiltration attempt, to Tech’s sacrifice, to her capture. She didn’t know where the others had ended up, she could only hope AZ got to Echo in time to warn him. With several swallows around the thick lump in her throat Omega managed to keep the emotions from overwhelming her.

“Omega. It’s time to go,” said the other clone.

“Wait! Let me talk to him,” cried Omega. “I want to stay with Crosshair.”

The woman stepped closer, trapping Omega between herself and the exam bed Crosshair was strapped to. A hand clamped around Omega’s shoulder. The clone woman, while looking far daintier, had the strength of their brothers in her grip. Omega tried twisting herself out of the grip but stopped when her leg gave a sharp twinge of protest.

“Please, Doctor Hemlock has asked me to treat your wounds. You may have the chance to see Crosshair again later, if both of you behave,” said the clone. The words were a hollow promise and Omega didn’t believe them for a second.

“Wounds? What did you do to her?” growled Crosshair.

“Try and rest, Crosshair, you’re recovering yourself,” replied the woman.

The hand on Omega’s shoulder forced her to move away. She tried to look back at Crosshair as she was guided away but couldn’t quite get her head to rotate that far without her neck seizing. She could hear him though. Growling and grunting and cursing as he struggled against the restraints.

Omega was silent while she was treated. The clone woman had taken her away from the large room holding Crosshair and the other clones to a smaller lab room and sat her up on an exam table. The room was bright, but the dark walls were a far cry from the bland white of the labs in Tipoca city. There were questions at first, but as it became apparent Omega wasn’t going to answer any of them the clone had stopped asking, instead only speaking to direct Omega. The red lenses of the clone’s glasses hid her eyes, and despite her revealing to Omega that they were sisters the clone’s actions could not be more clinical. The kindest thing she’d done so far was offer Omega a damp cloth to wipe the dirt from her face.

“This may hurt,” said the clone in a clipped tone as she pulled a large machine closer to the bed.

Omega recognized the machine as a bone knitter. She’d used the one on Kamino. It had been used on her, too. She’d cried then, though Nala Se had told her that she was being silly. She set her jaw as the clone brought the bone knitter over her leg where AZ had splinted it at Cid’s and prepared for the sensation of her bones being forced to grow back together.

The sensation was worse than Omega remembered. The bone was vibrating beneath her skin, and she could feel it slowly growing and fusing back together like a thousand needles stabbing her muscles from the inside out. She ground her teeth but refused to cry out. Her brothers wouldn’t cry if they were in her position and neither would she. It felt like it took forever, the stabbing sensations ceaseless as they healed her. By the time it did end, what felt like rotations later, Omega was panting through her nose and her fingernails had dug bloody crescents into her palms.

The clone woman sighed as she saw Omega’s hands and grabbed a couple bacta patches from a cupboard and placed them over the new cuts.

“There’s no need to hurt yourself, Omega.”

Omega glared in response.

“Fine. This is the last thing before you can go rest,” said the clone. She was holding up an injector half-full of a clear substance.

Omega’s breath hitched. Up until this point it had been simple reflex tests, bacta, bandages, and the bone knitter. Her mind conjured up moments in Nala Se’s private laboratory where new types of medicines and painkillers needed their first human test subject. Some of them had been harmless, working as intended. Some of them had not.

Omega scrambled backwards on the table until her back hit the wall. What would Hunter do? He’d look for a weapon first, then an escape. Omega scanned the small lab for anything that could be of use. Her eyes landed on a tray of tools left on the counter. The light glittered off something sharp, a scalpel blade. Perfect. Omega sprang forward, knocking the clone off balance and sending the injector clattering to the ground. Her fingers closed around the handle of the scalpel and she launched herself at the door. Thankfully the other clone hadn’t thought to lock it behind her.

Omega burst into the hallway and scanned left and right. Clear. She took the path to the right, trying to remember the path from the large room they were holding Crosshair to the smaller lab. She moved as her brothers had taught her: keeping low and favouring stealth over speed. She was small enough that she could tuck herself into the dark corners created by the metal halls and doors when a company of troopers marched by. Omega counted ten seconds after they passed before moving out of her hiding spot and continuing on.

She was almost back at the big lab. She could feel it. Omega’s heart hammered in her chest as she moved and she had to adjust her grip on the scalpel and wipe the sweat from her palm on her pants. Maybe she could grab Crosshair and find her way to the communications room she could get a message out to Echo, Wrecker, and Hunter, or even Rex. Someone.

The moment her attention to her surroundings lapsed was the moment it was over. She rounded a corner nearly straight into a squad of troopers.

“Hey! Stop right there!” One cried as they all raised their blasters.

Omega startled, but quickly refocussed. She tried to recall every single moment of the very few lessons Hunter had given her with his knife. Be sure of the grip, blade away from her body, pick the softest target. Simple observation of trooper armour, whether clone or these new storm troopers, had very noticeable gaps in the joints. So Omega raised her knife like she’d seen Hunter do a hundred times, and launched herself at the closest trooper. Her scalpel dug into the soft spot between pauldron and chest plate, right beneath the shoulder into the armpit. She knew it was a good spot to aim for, close to the lungs, and if the blade was long enough, potentially the heart.

Her blade was not very long, and while the trooper screamed and stumbled back, he was not knocked off his feet. Rough hands grabbed at Omega, pinning her arms back and lifting her off her feet. Her shoulders, already sore from the train crash, ached in protest though she hardly spared it a thought as she kicked out for all she was worth.

“This one is feisty,” one of the troopers said.

“What do we do with her? Take her to one of the cells or one of Doctor Hemlock’s rooms?” asked another.

Omega did not want to go to either place and managed to finally make contact with the armoured leg of the trooper that was holding her. The crack that echoed off the metal walls and the way her whole foot went numb made Omega think that she might have to re-evaluate kicking things as a strategy in hand to hand with anyone in armour.

“Troopers, thank you for catching Omega,” called a voice Omega had hoped she’d left behind.

The trooper holding Omega turned so she could see the other female clone coming down the hallway, looking perfectly unruffled. She nodded her thanks to the trooper.

“If you don’t mind, please escort Omega and I to Doctor Hemlock’s office,” said the clone before pointing at another two members of the squad. “And you two, fetch CT-9904, the Doctor would like both of them present.”

“Yes, Doctor Karr,” responded the troopers before marching off.

The trip through the base was long and seemed to take a disorganized path, going up a lift here, down a lift there, snaking left and right though hallways. Omega couldn’t help but think that perhaps the other clone, this Dr. Karr, was leading them on a purposefully confusing route to ensure what just happened wouldn’t happen again.

The small group landed at an unmarked door that seemed no different from the many that had preceded it. Dr. Karr raised her hand and rapped two short knocks. The door slid open with a soft whoosh and Omega was pushed inside by the trooper still holding her arm.

Omega hadn’t seen much of Dr. Hemlock on the flight from Ord Mantell. That had been due to the fact that she had been unconscious for most of it from the stun bolt and kept shackled to a jump seat in the back of the transport away from everyone else, but in the little interaction she’d had with him he had made her skin crawl with uneasiness. It was no different now as she was frog marched into his office and shoved into a waiting chair. Dr. Hemlock regarded her with a face that said disinterest and too-blue eyes that said otherwise. He was seated at a desk that was empty aside from a small stack of data pads and a thin, economical lamp. In fact, as Omega took in the room, the whole thing seemed very stark. There was nothing on the walls or shelves to indicate anything of the character of the man who spent his time in it. Just a simple set up of desk, shelves with nothing but a few flimsy books, and two chairs facing the desk. Turning her attention back to Dr. Hemlock Omega shivered to find his eyes still studying her like she was the most fascinating thing to ever walk through the doors of his lair.

The stare was only broken when the door whooshed again and Crosshair was shoved into the chair beside Omega. She glanced over at him, but he was glaring straight ahead at Dr. Hemlock. Omega slowly turned back as well, dread pooling in her stomach.

For a moment Dr. Hemlock made them stew in the silence. His gaze passed between the two of them as he absently rubbed at his glove covered hand. He took a deep breath in and out, lacing his hands together and placing them on the desk in front of him.

“I must say, I am very disappointed in you, Omega. I asked that you be taken care of here in this facility, your hurts healed, and you turned around and attacked my men. I can see the similarities between you and your brother,” began Dr. Hemlock in a voice that was soft as the falling of twilight.

Omega said nothing. The look on the doctor’s face had left her mouth dry and her palms began to sweat again. She resisted the temptation to wipe them on her pants again.

“I didn’t think we would need to set rules in place so early, but you have forced my hand.”

One of the troopers that had brought in Crosshair stepped up beside him and gripped his arm. Crosshair struggled, but the other pinned him against the chair.

“When you defy me, and the rules of my facility, the consequences you face are not just yours, Omega. Know that if you try what you did again, if you attack anyone in this facility, if you resist tests, this will pale in comparison to what is in store,” said Dr. Hemlock, voice unwavering from its smooth cadence.

He raised a finger at the trooper holding Crosshair’s arm. The trooper nodded and in a flash of movement and crunch of bone broke Crosshair’s pinky finger. Crosshair let out a choked hiss.

“No!” yelled Omega.

“I am afraid that there are consequences to your actions. The sooner you learn this, the better things will be, for everyone.”

“You bastard,” growled Crosshair. The trooper released his arm and he drew it up to his chest protectively.

“That reminds me, Crosshair. Your little escapade does not need to be repeated, and I think we can really drive that lesson home now, don’t you think?”

“Don’t you dare!”

Omega had only half a second to realize what was about to happen before it did. The trooper behind her chair had a bruising hold on her arm and wrapped his hand around her pinky finger. Omega felt the bone snap in a flare of sharp fire. She couldn’t hold back the undignified yelp that tore from her throat, nor the tears that sprang to her eyes. She folded herself over her injured hand, the other coming up to tenderly probe the break. Her finger rested at an odd angle and Omega knew it would need to be set before it could begin healing.

“Sir, I think-“ began Dr. Karr.

“I know what you think, Emerie,” said Dr. Hemlock. “Don’t treat those injuries. Let them have the pain as a reminder. You may put them together in cell 6855 for now. But know if there continues to be trouble, you will be separated.”

Dr. Hemlock looked down in a clear dismissal. He reached for a data pad and powered it up, no longer paying any attention to what was happening in front of him. Omega and Crosshair were both shoved to their feet and marched out of the office. The door whooshed closed behind them, and for the first time since leaving Kamino with her brothers Omega felt the crushing weight of helplessness settle over her shoulders.

Next Chapter

#the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch fic #through darkness unknown #guess i'm posting the full thing on here #theres 14 chapters #and i'll probably post them all over the course of the next couple of weeks #tbb fic #fanfiction #crosshair bad batch #protective crosshair #protective omega #tech lives #i wrote this chapter the day after the s2 finale #and finished the whole dang 38k in a month lol #sw tbb fanfic

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kanerallels · 2 months ago

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Ok, since you opened it up to AU requests from other fandoms, and since you've been TGE-posting the last two days . . . I would LOVE to see a snippet of Maia and co. (any "and co" will do, but my first choice is Csethiro or Beshelar and Cala) in a SW AU. (Also do not feel pressured to do this. I recognize it is kind of borderline on the list of what prompts you're looking for. I'm just. I think it sounds fun.)

OH MY GOSH friend. I was literally JUST thinking about this idea. Like yesterday. This is more a set up for the au than anything else but enjoy it all the same, there is a good chance I snap and write an addition later on:

When Emperor Palpatine died suddenly (from what, it was still unknown. A failure of the heart in his sleep, poison, assassination from enemies both close at hand or mysterious were all explored and summarily rejected), the Senate went into an uproar trying to determine his heir. The Empire had only been a true Empire for fifteen years—the succession rules were unclear, to say the least. There were those who campaigned for a political replacement, for a new election.

But those closest to Emperor Palpatine claimed to know his will. That his rule would be passed on to his closest kin, his half nephew. There was much murmuring over who this half nephew was. They knew of the half brother—a proud man who, unlike his fellow Nabooans, put no stock in the beauty of art and craftsmanship, but seemed to relish the art of war and profit.

However, Varenechibel (for so he was called) had died in a ship crash earlier that year, along with his three eldest sons. The fourth remained—a half human boy of eighteen, who had been raised by a distant cousin on an Outer Rim planet, safely out of the way.

He was out of the way no longer, and rumors flew thick and fast about this Maia Drazhar—whether he would be a ruler like his uncle, if the stories of his mother were true, calling the boy himself an inbred fool who would run their Empire into the ground. Very few had any faith in him, and most hoped that Mas Amedda, the Emperor’s Grand Vizier, would steer him in the right direction.

Some, like Senator Organa or Senator Berenar, seemed to hold out hope. Though when the boy himself finally appeared—tall and awkward and dark-skinned, accompanied by his scowling guardian and an elegant looking Twi’lek man who was as pale as the new Emperor was dark—hope did seem to flicker out. It would seem, it was remarked, that Mas Amedda had his puppet after all.

This all changed a month into the new Emperor’s—who, in Naboo fashion, had chosen a ruling name of Edrehasivar—rule, during which he hired two bodyguards of decidedly non-human descent, politely ignored Mas Amedda’s every suggestion, and began quietly ruling in a way that would have made Palpatine’s heart, should he have possessed one, quail with rage and horror.

The general Senate was up in arms, Bail Organa found himself positively delighted, and a young Umbaran woman, whose family was currently in negotiations of a personal sort with the Emperor, was revising her opinions rather rapidly. Csethiro Ceredin hadn’t expected much of Emperor Edrehasivar. What she had expected had been disproved, and she found she would be very interested to see what came of the Emperor’s rule.

She was far from the only one.

#thanks for the ask!!#star wars #the goblin emperor #dear fandom: don't look at this i've only read this book once #which makes me not an expert to say the hecking LEAST #but i had so much fun with this #the ideas i have for this au. they are extensive #i think cala's a force sensitive mirialan #celehar is DEFINITELY a jedi hiding post order 66 and probably has psychometry #at least one of these people is a nightsister. and i don't know what other species maia is for sure #oh my STARS imagine these people in star wars fashion i am SWOONING #maia as emperor post palps wearing all white as a direct contrast. ten out of ten #i just thought this idea was so funny because like. you know what's worse than becoming emperor out of the blue?#becoming emperor in STAR WARS when your predecessor was a SITH out of the blue #and also darth vader is there. laughing hysterically #darth vader: why is thy bidding my master?#maia bluescreening: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #csevet leaning over his shoulder: get us a sandwich please #vader: ????????#it's so so so funny to me #imagine you open a cupboard in your new office and a file labeled 'evil plans' spills out #or like. maia breaks the wrong thing and finds palps lightsaber #absolutely HOWLING #anyways i really wanna write him and the nohecharei interacting with bail organa for fun and profit #may the fourth asks

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blackkatmagic · 5 months ago

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hiii def wasn't trying to argue against you sorry, more like i have had a lot of thoughts and your post inspired more thought and putting them all down coherently isn't easy hahaha

i guess what i meant (along the lines of savage is what some people believe anakin to be), that because anakin is the main character ( of the entire franchise really ) some take that as anakin had it the absolute worst, out of everyone in the galaxy, and no ones story is as tragic as his etc. etc. etc.

but for my reading i always saw anakins as one sad story amongst many sad stories, he is just in the center of sidious plans and the one to ultimately tip the scale

and it was the fact that he had ( atleast some ) agency whereas someone like savage had none and savages story gets forgotten and is unknown etc. etc. etc.

there is so much there which is why its interesting to think about, totally didn't mean to dump that on you sorry and def wasn't trying to argue was just unraveling it all and got lost in the process hahah

No worries! Like I said, my migraine is making me very stupid today, so I appreciate you clarifying. xD

But yeah, I very much agree - Anakin's story is a tragedy, given how he grew up, but there are so many characters in SW with equally or more tragic stories, and Maul, Savage, and Feral are absolutely among them, imo. (Also, Anakin wasn't even the only former slave in the Order itself; Aayla and Eeth both had the same backstory. Which doesn't make the circumstances any better when Anakin lived it, but it provides for understanding afterwards. Savage and Maul didn't have that, and didn't have any way to process what they dealt with, since both were very different experiences. And like you said, Savage truly had no choice in any of what happened to him, from the moment he was born until he was manipulated into going after Maul.)

Basically, yes! You are, imo, fully correct in your reading, and I also have a lot of feelings about all of the Zabrak bros' everything. xD

#kat answers

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glouchyouchy · 1 month ago

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Posting these unedited comments / thoughts of mine I made on a Discord server ( P.S. : Thank you for letting me join 🥹 It’s been a blast so far ) for anyone interested :

On Ahsoka S2 having a time jump of one or more years and if that even makes sense story-wise ; also, if that is actually bearable / acceptable given a Sabezra-centric point of view, given that they’ve ALREADY been separated for a decade at this point :

1.1) Yeah me too! But from my experience writing a fic set post-Ahsoka S1, I found that it was really, *really* hard to make a story that made sense with a ‘separation’ ( i.e., Sabine in Peridea and Ezra in the known Star Wars galaxy ) time of anything less than a year. A year is the absolute minimum, I found, that would justify Ezra ( and anyone else working with him ) or Sabine / Ahsoka finding a way *back to Peridea* or *back to the known SW galaxy*, respectively / these two meeting again through some hitherto unknown method sans purgills or the Eye of Scion - BUT I’m a poor writer at best, so my opinion doesn’t really matter.

1.2) Just further fleshing out this thought… It wouldn’t make sense ( at least to me, and it would absolutely break my suspension of disbelief otherwise ) to make getting to or back from Peridea *too* easy, given that a Jedi of Ezra’s caliber and a person with Thrawn’s supreme intellect and resourcefulness ( not to mention those creepy old ladies who were stuck there for much, *much* longer ) didn’t get to escape their exile until people got hold of an ancient artifact dating back thousands upon thousands of years, and ONLY because of some *really* evil-looking, old-ass magick got involved. 😬

1.3) Oh, and also… On top of that, Ezra and Sabine have things to settle first before finding their way back to each other… *Again*. Ezra has to deal with, well… Firstly, there HAS to be some sort of war that has to be fought against Thrawn, because anything less than that would make Xiono grin like an idiot at all the possibilities of what he’d be able to say to Hera… AND secondly, Sabine and Ahsoka would also have to deal with some kind of Force-*Mother/monster/whatever* that has to be the endgame of that scene with Baylan standing on those statues or we would be even more MEH to how MEH we already are at Dave’s writing. 😬

On whether Sabine gets to have a jetpack in Ahsoka S2 and how that could be contrived :

2.1) The only way that I could think of where that happens is if there are some Imperial-era Stormtrooper jetpacks ( if I’m not mistaken *some kinds* of elite Stormtroopers are equipped with jetpacks ( or am I confusing it with some non-canon memories I have from playing Star Wars Battlefront in the early 2000s? )) lying around in Peridea after either Thrawn’s ship or some other ISDs that were stranded there by the purgills in the immediate aftermath of the last ep of Rebels somehow dropped them in their 10 years there. 😬

2.2) …Which I wouldn’t put out of the realm of possibility *could* be present on the Chimaera given the presence of Praetorians on that ship at the time of its disappearance…

#ezrabine #sabezra #sabine x ezra #ezra x sabine #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars ahsoka #star wars ahsoka season 1 #star wars ahsoka season 2 #ahsoka s1 #ahsoka s2 #ahsoka show s1 #ahsoka show s2 #the mandalorian and the jedi fanfic

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sillyromance · 8 months ago

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Since I’m not a minor anymore, I guess I must renovate my introduction post. So, here we go!

Good day everyone! You can call me Triana, I’m 18 years old – and this is my non-sexual vore blog, although I can post non-vore content here as well.

I post different kinds of vore from safe to fatal, yet I write and draw only oral – no exceptions. Also, I hardly ever make cruel preds the main characters of my stories for personal reasons. If these criterias go along with your preferences, then you will be always welcomed here!

As for my DNI, I wouldn’t like to interact with:

- Weight gain/ food fetish community blogs.

- Exclusively gore blogs

- Exclusively sexual/kink blogs

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not against people who run such blogs. The only people I hate are those who commit crimes against love, kindness and humanity – any others are free to come!

Yet, if you're a NSFW/kink blog, remember: you can like, but please - don't reblog my works or follow me.

If my personal boundaries are not respected, only then I will block.

I’d like to state that I’m not against minors in the community and they can visit my blog. However, I will always write warnings in heads of my posts if they include adult topics (explicit descriptions of physical traumas, for instance), so children and teens can stay away from it.

Also, I don't roleplay (at least, for now), and, as a shy and cautious person, I'm really suspicious about receiving messages. If you wish to chat with me, please, leave a short description of who you are and what exactly you'd like to talk about - I'll hardly answer you otherwise. ❗Forbidden topics: politics, religion, sexual preferences (everything connected with sex really)❗(they produce conflicts which I would NOT like to participate in). If I feel in danger chatting with you, I'll stop the communication and block! Sorry, but, unfortunately, it's very easy to get in a trap on the Internet nowadays...

Thank you for reading this until the end! Have a nice day and take care!

Master list:

Animations:

Optimus Prime vore animation

Non-vore animation Nyx x Dooku

Original characters’ backstories:

Sara Branton (TFP)

Alexa Branton and Sacura (TFP)

Nyx de Serenno (SW)

Sara Branton:

Ratchet and Sara (pictures)

Late at night (a comic)

Healing fueltank (a picture)

Alexa Branton:

Happy Valentine’s day (a picture)

Comfort (a comic)

To end this (a story)

Sacura

Trust (a story)

Butterflies in a stomach (a picture)

Please, hide me (a picture)

Portrait/ Sacura and Drift (pictures)

Nyx:

The best (a story)

Les miserables (a story)

Non vore animation Nyx x Dooku

I have never seen my master that angry... (a story)

The ignition of love (a picture)

Solitude (a picture)

Funny doodles

The glasses (a comic)

Vore prompts:

TFP: Optimus, Ratchet, Ultra-Magnus; TFE: Megatron, Bumblebee

TFP: Wheeljack; TFE: Starscream; TF RID: Drift

TFE Megatron (additional)

TFE Arcee

TFP Knockout

Flamewar

Aggressive affection

Stories (mostly a character x human!reader):

TFP:

You’ll be ready (TFP Shockwave)

*** (TFP Optimus)

The way to sort out problems (TFP Breakdown)

Homesickness (TFP Starscream)

TFE:

Once in the morning… (TFE Bumblebee)

Rescue Bots:

A giant space monster (Rescue Bots Blades)

The deal (Rescue Bots Heatwave)

G1:

Not alone (G1 Sunstreaker)

G1 Soundwave x female human!partner

Bayverse:

War and peace (Bayverse Ironhide)

Star Wars:

Light in the dark (SW Darth Vader)

Alice: Through the looking glass:

A deeper meaning (Alice: through the looking glass Time x OC)

Thoughts, talks, sketches:

Prey wakes up in an unknown stomach

Sympathetic Victorian-era vampire (Halloween thoughts)

Two knights

A king and a princess

A sad ghost

A “stalked” prey

A pred swallows their prey’s arm

“If you want to die, then let me be your grave”

Digestion (prey pov)

Dying prey/doctor pred

Draw 6 Predcrushes challenge

The first time (switch pov)

A pred decides not to hurt a prey, though they intended to before

Personal reason why I like willing fatal vore

Abused prey

Offering yourself to a pred

Introducing my self-sona.

Merger

Digestion (sick prey)

Aristocratic preds

Ask game answer 5

Ask game answer 4

Aske game answer 3

Ask game answer 2

Ask game answer 1

My first ask game

Transformers shows I’m familiar with

A pred and a prey who care about each other more than about themselves

Vore: a metaphor for reality

Gentleman preds (Dr Watson)

Scars on a pred’s stomach walls

The very first vore story

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #vorefixation #swwh #nonsexual vore #vore blog #intro post

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pikuniku53353358 · 9 months ago

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My au for "Rain world" - "Sinful world"

ATTENTION, FURTHER INFORMATION WILL TOUCH A LITTLE ON MY PERSONALITY AND INFORMATION ON MY AU on rain world "sinful world"! PLEASE READ ALL THE WAY TO THE END, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME! AND I'M ALSO OPENING AN ASK BLOG ON MY AU, SO IF YOU WANT TO ASK MY CHARACTERS ANY QUESTIONS, THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO HAVE AT LEAST SOME INFORMATION ON Sinful world ANYWAY! (Link to ask blog: @rw-au-askblog-sinful-world) (and this post was written with the help of a translator, so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes^^") So, if someone doesn't know, then I'm Piku_Niku, but you can just call me Piku. I am 14 years old, I draw on my phone with my finger in ibis paint. I'm looking for different fandoms, such as: rain world, hollow knight, ori and the blind forest, just shapes and beats, gravity falls, fundamental paper education, etc.I will mainly draw art for the rain world game. My favorite ships for this game:

Saint/Monk

Artificer/Rivulet

Gourmand/Survivor

Watcher/Enot

Spearmaster/Hunter

If any of you here speaks and/or understands Russian, then you can visit my telegram channel: https://t.me/+0o2U_4gZA4llN2Ji

I also have my own au related to rain world, and now I will tell you a lot of it. However, I will not mention one part of the information, since my Persians themselves will be able to answer it in the form of an aska (so do not hesitate to write me messages with your questions about my au :)), and I will not be able to mention other information since I am currently writing fan fiction on a Russian platform called "Ficbook.net " by This week, and it's not finished yet. Some of my readers are following me on tumblr, which means I won't be able to drop plot spoilers here. Don't worry, you'll find out in time, but it will take some time :)

AU setting: all SW actions take place in a kind of simulation. The world is quite realistic and is located in three-dimensional space, however, by its very nature it obeys game laws and logic, which means that the creatures there have an indicator of karma, hunger, cycle duration report, etc., in general, everything that is in the base game.

Characters: Inv (Enot)

Fear (THE REAL NAME IS STILL UNKNOWN!)

Developers

Monk

Survivor

Hunter

Gourmand

Cold-blooded Wind (Golden Eye)

Fragile Compassion

Big Heart

Feeling of Fault

Hate

(the list of characters will be updated over time, but at the moment there are as many characters in the fanfiction as written above)

The plot in brief:The developers have already created many different mini-worlds called "campaigns" and placed slugs with different histories, chaoacters and goals for life there. But that wasn't enough for the gods. They became bored with ordinary worlds that follow some kind of rules. Therefore, they hastily created the "Enota campaign" and created almost simultaneously one of their most important and dominant persons in SW — Enota and Fear (he was not called that before, so I will call Whity in this period of time, BUT this is not the canonical name of this character, but only a temporary code name)). They were both immediately told that they existed in a fictional world and that they were created only so that both poor slugs would suffer. And Enota was also given out how pathetic and insignificant he was, and then they threw both slugs into their world. An important clarification: Whity and Enot had not seen each other before, the developers created them separately from all the others so that they would not see each other inadvertently.

Enot did not know how to survive in his world, which is why he spent a lot of effort to survive his first cycle. All this was observed by Whity, which in fact is essentially the soul of Enot, which is imprisoned in his consciousness, into which Enot himself can penetrate only when he is asleep. And so, in a dream, the slugs met and became friends. The developers also informed him about their nature when creating Whity, and also said that if Enot commits at least one sin, it will affect his soul, that is, on Whity itself. He will be in terrible pain and constantly writhing in pain. And knowing all this information from the developers, Whity asked his friend not to commit any sins. The soul was terribly paranoid and did not allow Enot to enter normally and step in. He even forbade slug to pick up a spear in principle, and as a result, to fight in order to banal self-defense.

No matter how hard Enot tried to rid his friend of these sins, there were more and more of them, and at the same time the pain from these sins only became stronger and more unbearable. At this point, a Feeling of Fault appears in the plot. This character is metaphorical, we can say that he does not exist in reality, he is needed so that one can understand the thoughts and feelings of one of the characters, in our case, Enot. That is, it means that only Enot can see Feeling of Fault and talk to him. Because of the fractures in the relationship with Whity, Feeling of Fault began to tell Enot that he was still a loser and a weakling, which only added more oil to the fire and made the whole situation only worse. At some point, a real scandal broke out between Enot and Whity during which they stopped being friends. After that, after a while, Whity was completely consumed by sins, and Enot's Feeling of Fault became especially strong during this period of time. Enot's consciousness, in order to protect him, sharpened Feeling of Fault and began to gradually erase all painful memories associated with Whity. At some point, he completely forgot about his former friend and can be said to have started life with a clean slate. And it would seem that this is a good thing, now Enot has become completely free from the prohibitions of his former friend, and even now no Feeling of Fault will bother him, but... The thirst for blood still remained in him. At first, Enot tried to suppress her and he killed especially only scavengers, because they had caused him too much pain in the past, but over time, Enot's moral compass completely erased and he began killing everyone indiscriminately in rather cruel ways, eager to hear the screams of his victims and taste their torn flesh and meat. Enot-maniac was very strong because he faced enemies every cycle and learned to defeat them. He became so strong that the scavengers, realizing that they could not resist this psychopath in any way, began to hide in secret bunkers underground without proper food, heat and much more. Enot-maniac destroyed the lives of many creatures, and those who miraculously survived were left with many mental injuries. The most revealing of them will be my scavenger character named Cold-blooded Wind. As a child, an Enot-maniac tore off his eye, but he was able to escape, however, this incident affected not only physically, but also mentally (you can learn the details of the Wind's background from ask. Believe me, everything is much worse there than you think. This is the third most tragic character in SW)

He even forbade slug to pick up a spear in principle, and as a result, to fight in order to banal self-defense. It seemed to Enot-maniac that he had reached the top and found his happiness and the meaning of life, but... That's not so. He actually needed companionship and good friends all this time. He began to wish for it as soon as the developers abandoned him to his fate. Throughout his life, Enot has never been able to feel real affection and support from others, and as a result, the murders of Enot-maniac began to get boring. What's the point of killing everyone and everything like that? He had tried all possible methods of murder on his victims anyway, everyone had long ago realized that Enota was a maniac worth being afraid of... A small piece of forgotten memories was able to remind Enot-maniac of the void sea, which Whity once told him about and he headed to it in order to finally find his long-awaited peace. But plunging into it, Enot found himself in a dating simulator. He spent a lot of time in it, and during this time, Enot, communicating with other slugs and not killing anyone, realized that he was wrong. That killing is not an option and that he wants to find friends! That's just how to do it if you can't get out of dating sim? But who said that it is ABSOLUTELY impossible to get out of dms? Remembering what kind of drug addiction an Enot egg could create in a dating simulator, he threw it at one of the buttons in this space and it was swallowed up by a singularity. Then the walls cracked and behind them was the code of all slug campaigns, as well as the code of the dms itself, which was also swallowed up by this black hole. After that, this hole in space and time turned into a portal and sucked Enot into it.He found himself back in his campaign, but now some of the chips from dms are now working in his world (that is, the egg can now create fierce nonsense and drug addiction here if desired), as well as slugs from its campaigns appeared in different parts of his world. The Raccoon has a new chance to start this life from scratch, make friends and find his happiness by ascending into the void sea. First of all, he changed his name to Eve, since the name Raccoon was now associated with his dark past. After meeting the Monk, he realized that there were probably a lot of such popadans in his world, so Inv decides to create his own gang called the "VC Gang" (VC - Void Cats). At the moment, this gang consists of Monk, Survivor, Hunter, Gourmet, their tamed red lizard and Inv himself, who is the leader here.On the way of our friends, there will be many obstacles that will mainly occur due to Fear (as Inv called Whity when they met again), which, due to sins, received quite a lot of power and authority. In order to put obstacles to slugs, he sends a black parasite blob into the real world, which infects a creature nearby that is afraid of Inv, which means that he cannot infect the same Inv friends, because slugcat is obviously not afraid of them. However, other obstacles will be encountered due to Inv's dark past, which he tries to hide from everyone. Scavengers still remember the time when the Enot Maniac raged in their world, and this will have its consequences...

That's all for now. I remind you that you can safely ask me additional questions about my au. My characters will answer them in the ask blog (@rw-au-askblog-sinful-world). I hope at least someone has read up to this point and is interested in my QwQ fanfiction, and I'll also give you a link to my fanfiction just in case, maybe someone won't be too lazy to read it with the help of a translator: https://ficbook.net/readfic/13570641

Additional content by my au:

Designs by Cold-Blooded Wind and his friends - Fragile Compassion and Big Heart.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years ago

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Safe Haven (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: SpaceRebel!Chan x WitchQueen!F.Reader Themes: Fantasy AU | Sci-Fi AU | Royalty AU | Soulmate AU | Slow Burn | Mutual Pining | Angst | Smut | Fluff. Word Count: ~127k | AO3 Synopsis: Being a rebel fighting against a galactic oppressor was no easy feat, but it was something Chan took great pride in. As they took part in a stealth mission, Chan and his friends found themselves stranded on an unknown planet, and meeting a mysterious ally; an ally that, over the course of five long months, will help Chan regain hope.

Series Warnings: Third person POV · Very loose and liberal usage of Star Wars concepts (mostly to refer to weapons and tech). you don’t need to know anything about SW to read this, trust me · Physical descriptions of the main female character such as: can visibly blush, having long hair, and being short · Violence · Swearing · Mature themes and language · Original characters · Graphic smut (later chapters) · Mentions of the members of other groups (later chapters) · No one is straight, beware · Each chapter will include its own individual warnings. Chapters marked as M (Mature) either include highly detailed violence, or smut.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Index: Day 1. | Day 2. | Day 3. | Day 4. | Day 5. | Day 6. | Day 7. | Day 8. | Day 9. | Day 10. | Day 15. | Day 17. | Day 60. | Day 82. | Day 90. | Day 91. | Day 92. | Day 152. | Day 159. | Epilogue.

Post story drabbles/one shots ⤷Available exclusively on AO3. An account is required to read these.

Author’s note: the idea for this monster started while i was watching Obi-Wan Kenobi… one thing led to another and now we’re here. this series is special to me, i fell in love with every single one of the characters and i’m ecstatic about it. i’m really just posting it for the heck of it since this is purely self-indulgent (i literally went mmmm, i need more fantasy AUs, guess i’ll do it myself). English is my second language, so constructive feedback on grammar, pacing, plot, etc is always welcome :) 16/08/2023: i started writing this series sometime in July 2022... then i started to publish each chapter from September 2022 until November 2022. in July 2023, i decided i wanted to re-work it since my writing has developed quite a bit and i felt like i could do a much better job... so i did. i’m genuinely much happier with this version of the story, and i hope that those that read it back then, and those that will read it now get to enjoy it as much as i do (: if you notice any weird formatting/sentences, don’t hesitate to point them out to me! this fic is a monster, and there must be things that i missed for sure hahah

Disclaimer: the story presented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

#stray kids fantasy au #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fic #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #neverendingdreams #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #✨🌙✏

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matchalovertrait · 1 year ago

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— detailed character sheet tag

Tagged by @elderwisp!! Thank you so much <3 I already did this for Noemí once, so let's do this for Erick now!

Here he is as an adult lol. His (and Noemí's) birthday post hasn't been posted yet, so no, you guys haven't missed a post.

But anyway, I decided to try to recreate his old face!! It's not exactly the same, but close enough I think:

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: Wealthy | Moderate | Poor | Impoverished |

✪ Class or Caste: Upper | Middle | Working | Unsure | Other

✔ Education: Qualified | Unqualified | Studying | Other

✖ Criminal Records: Yes, for major crimes. | Yes, for minor crimes. | No | Has committed crimes, but not caught yet. | Yes, but charges were dismissed.

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

extroverted | introverted | in between

disorganized | organized | in between

close minded | open-minded | in between

calm | anxious | in between

disagreeable | agreeable | in between

cautious | reckless | in between

patient | impatient | in between

outspoken | reserved | in between

leader | follower | in between

empathetic | vicious bastard | in between

optimistic | pessimistic | in between

traditional | modern | in between

hard-working | lazy | in between

cultured | uncultured | in between

loyal | disloyal | unknown

faithful | unfaithful | unknown

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: Excellent | Good | Moderate (He probably got into a few school fights trying to work through his feelings. His parents didn't pay attention much attention to him.) | Poor | None

≡ Literacy Skills: Excellent | Good | Moderate | Poor | None

✍ Artistic Skills: Excellent | Good | Moderate | Poor | None

✂ Technical Skills: Excellent | Good | Moderate | Poor | None

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: Never | Special Occasion | Sometimes | Frequently | Alcoholic

✿ Recreational Drugs: Never | Special Occasions | Sometimes | Frequently | Addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: Never | No Longer Needs Medication | Some Medication Needed | Frequently | To Excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: Never | Special Occasions | Sometimes | Frequently (His wife is a baker, hehe.) | Binge Eater

$ Splurge Spending: Never | Sometimes | Frequently | Shopaholic

♣ Gambling: Never | Rarely | Sometimes | Frequently | Compulsive Gambler

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: Monotheist | Polytheist | Atheist | Agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: Yes | No | Don’t Know | Don’t Care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: Yes | No | Don’t Know | Don’t Care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: Yes | No | Don’t Know | Don’t Care

❃ Belief in Aliens: Yes | No | Don’t Know | Don’t Care

✧ Religious: Orthodox | Liberal | In Between | Not Religious

❀ Philosophical: Yes | No

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: Had a child or children. (Ángel and Dulce <3) | Has no children. | Wants children.

◑ Relationship with Family: Close with sibling(s). | Not close with sibling(s). | Has no siblings. | Sibling(s) is deceased.

◔ Affiliation: Orphaned / Adopted / Disowned / Raised By Birth Parents (He has no contact with any of his family members back in the U.S.) / Not Applicable

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Asexual | Pansexual

❥ Sex: Sex repulsed | Sex neutral | Sex Favorable | Naive and Clueless

♥ Romance: Romance Repulsed | Romance Neutral [doesn't care] | Romance Favorable | Naive and Clueless | Romance Suspicious

❣ Sexually: Adventurous | Experienced | Naive | Inexperienced | Curious

I tag:

@miralure @ruthplaysthesims @authorspirit @living-undead @gooretrait

@babzyz @monets-pixels @anamoon63 @mdshh @stargirl-trait

@nzrowe @linalinsims @simmenycricket @aurorangen @elysiantrait

@akitasimblr @windslar @peachypiichi @bouncytrait @cawthorntales

@coatedinhoney @yibsygerbits @swallowprettybird @bloomingkyras @ktysh

@berrycactus @virtualfolk @deardiaryts4 @nerdysimming @changingplumbob

@wrixie @seriallovertrait @cinamun @druidberries

#he really does balance noemi out #good job choosing him noemi even tho i wasn't crazy about him at first #hopefully the next time i do this dulce will be a young adult or adult and i have gotten to explore her character more #tag game #more about erick wade

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somber-not-sober · 22 days ago

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Introduction post :3

hii guys, welcome to my blog <33

here are a few things about me:

- i’m 19

- i’m queer and trans (dont ask me to further specify in what way because i dont know) my pronouns are they/them

- i live in a large city in central europe

- i moved out immediately after high school and now live alone

- i’m a vegetarian but i think i’ll go vegan sometime in the future

- i’m genuinely really funny trust me guys 😞

- i used to do all star cheerleading but then i tore my ACL, which i’m getting surgery for in late august and i really really hope i can do cheer again one day

- i love all pets and animals in general, if i could i’d get rats but i don’t have the resources currently

- my mbti type is enfp :)

- i’m not diagnosed but me, my mom and former therapists agree that i’m probably autistic and i suspect i might also have bpd and/or c-ptsd

——— disclaimer ———

dni if you are:

- suspecting you might know me irl

- considering recovery/in recovery/recovered

- not gen z

- a bigot in any way

- a cishet man (sorry not sorry)

- a purely nsfw blog

This is an ËD-blog, if that’s not why youre here leave please. This is for me and i in no way encourage or support any d!sørderêd eät!ng, excessive exěrçising or púrğ!nġ behavior!! i also have a history of sęIf hårmįňg so that might come up as well (but no photos). Pictures are not mine unless i say otherwise, dm me if they’re yours and you’d like to have them taken down.

Okayy i think that’s all for now, love u and stay safe!! mwah mwah

Stats and my “history” with this down below :3

Stats (metric units):

Heigt: 165

reIapse SW: unknown bc i didnt own a scaIe yet

CW: 85

GW1: 72

GW2: 65

GW3: 60

GW4: 53

GW5: 50

UGW: <45

storytime (because me and my ẼÐ go way back)

Okayy so basically when i was like idk 11-12 i was the biggest wann@rēxie and ever since then i’ve struggled with d!sørderêd eät!ng, my bødy !mage was already shit before that tbh, because of being trans (and autistic) iykyk. I’ve also been in therapy on and off since i was 7 and when i was 14 i had to do inpatient treatment for my social anxiety and depression. I was never actually diagnosed with an ËD but in that clinic they had to put me on the ĚÐ meal schedule because it was so bad but they just would not diagnose me?? When i was released i had the biggest rel@pse but nobody really gaf :P i’ve had a few more reIapses since then and i’m in another rn because i’m not in therapy currently and i realized that i live alone now which i have been dreaming about for years because no one can force me to e@t, i can control what f0od i have at home and so on, yippiee ^-^

i made this account back in early 2020 but i had been on êdbIr and old prø@ņâ forums for some time before that, i think since like 2018 maybe? so yeah it’s definitely been a while and i always end up crawling back here somehow

Okay thats it, thank you so much for reading ily :*

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lilythecattt · 5 months ago

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*On the Mains Room Floor… Cosmo, Glisten, and Dandy have a talk.

[🍫]: “What do we do about these Magic Asks?… Do you think deleting them would go badly?”

…

[🌈]: “…We don’t even know how it works, and Connie is still speaking Old English…”

[🪞]: “How about.. we delete Dandy’s Ask first, and see if it still affects him?”

*Cosmo hesitates.

[🍫]: “Are you sure we should…?”

[🌈]: “…Only if Cosmo’s the one to delete it.”

*They both stare at Cosmo…

[🪞]: “I mean, we could just let them sit in the bottom of the Askbox… Your choice, Cosmo.”

[🍫]: “I’ll.. think about it.”

#SW!Cosmo Posts #SW!Unknown posts #<Not sure which…#dw askblog #dandys world askblog #dandy’s world askblog #dandy’s world au #dw cosmo #dandy’s world cosmo #dw glisten #dw dandy #dw au #dw rp blog

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cantsayidont · 2 years ago

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April to October 1977. Although the first issue of the Marvel STAR WARS comic has a cover date of July 1977, it appeared on newsstands in early April, about a month before the film debuted, and Lucasfilm first approached Marvel about a comics adaptation before the movie had even started shooting. Lucas was plainly a comics reader — as writer/editor Roy Thomas explains in a text page in the first issue, Lucas had even read Marvel's short-lived UNKNOWN WORLDS OF SCIENCE FICTION magazine — and for all Lucas's talk of Joseph Campbell mythological archetypes, the movies contain some probably non-coincidental similarities to the work of Jack Kirby, both from Marvel and DC. Lucas requested Thomas, whom he'd previously met, to write the comic, and also apparently asked for artist Carmine Infantino, who would later pencil the ongoing series, albeit not until after the adaptation of the movie was complete. The first 10 issues of the series were drawn by Howard Chaykin, who'd previously done some similar space-opera adventures, including his original "Ironwolf" strip in DC's WEIRD WORLDS in 1974–1975.

Thomas says in the text page that spreading the adaptation over six issues was his idea. That was generous for a movie adaptation (a few years later, Marvel adapted a variety of feature films, including BLADE RUNNER, in just two issues apiece), and was a fairly risky commercial move, but it paid off handsomely — I'm reasonably sure that this adaptation was by a healthy margin the most successful book Marvel published in the 1970s, going through multiple printings and being repackaged in an assortment of different ways. Unfortunately, this was before Marvel implemented its "incentive" (royalty) program for writers and artists, so it wasn't the windfall for Thomas and Chaykin that it would've been a few years later.

The adaptation isn't Chaykin's best work, although the addition of Steve Leialoha as inker on issues #2 through #6 tightens up the likenesses and gives the line art a greater feeling of solidity. Since the comic was done before the movie was completed, there are some discrepancies, and the adaptation includes several scenes that were dropped from the film, including Luke running to tell his friends about witnessing the battle between Leia and Vader's ships (which Luke has seen through his macrobinoculars) and encountering Biggs. The second issue also includes Han's confrontation with Jabba the Hutt (initially spelled "Hut"), later added in the SW Special Edition. Since Thomas and Chaykin had no idea what Jabba was supposed to look like except that he was an alien, this is what they came up with:

This version of Jabba reappeared twice in later issues of the series (#28 and #37, both penciled by Infantino). When Jabba's appearance was finally canonized in RETURN OF THE JEDI, Marvel made no attempt to explain the difference, which was really just as well. (If you dig around the Wookieepedia wiki, you'll find a rationalization for it that is absolutely NOT reflected in the original comics.)

Thomas and Chaykin also did the earliest post-movie stories, both in the STAR WARS title and serialized in Marvel's PIZZAZZ magazine, although these were not particularly distinguished and are really of interest only as curiosities. Thomas departed before either storyline was completed, with the comic book story wrapped up by Chaykin and Donald Glut and the PIZZAZZ serial continued by Tony DeZuñiga and Archie Goodwin. Goodwin would subsequently become the principal writer of the SW comic book until after THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK and of the newspaper strip until 1984.

#comics #marvel star wars #star wars #roy thomas #howard chaykin #tom palmer #steve leialoha #rick hoberg #dave cockrum #marie severin #carmine infantino #biggs darklighter #jabba the hutt #archie goodwin

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baby-sissy-roxanne · 11 months ago

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Hey folks this is my first ever post on Tumblr. I'd like to thank my Master, Master Bradley for setting this up for me as he wanted me to have my own personal Tumblr page. So thankyou again Master Bradley. If you been following Master Bradleys other page on Tumblr I think you'll find it at slapper-sw-h-13 I think. There you will find my transformations from growing up as a Skinhead all my life, until I met my 1st Master, Master Clive Who hated my Skinhead look and transformed me into his dirty greasy biker and made me grow a long beard,as he wanted me to look abit like himself for which I did. Then due to ill health he couldn't carry on anymore and in early 2023 he sold me to his very best friend Bradley. Bradley hated the fact that I was a Skinhead because he had a very bad run in with a gang of skinheads who beat him up quite badly and left him in hospital for about 3 weeks over 20 years ago. So what with me being a lifelong Skinhead before Master Clive owned me, once he had full 100% ownership he wanted ti teach me and all other Skinheads out there by changing my gender to female and then to feminize me into what I Am today and put me on the streets as a sex worker. All This abd more is told in Madter Bradleys Blog on me on Tumblr just type in slapper-sw-h-13 to find my transformation.

So to bring you upto date right now Master Bradley thought it would be good to get a Poll going on weather I should have lip filler. This All came about from a friend of a friend where they spoke about me and Madter Bradleys transformation of me going from male to female. Dr Mo can't remember his actual full name wanted to give me lip filler to greatly enhance my male lips. Master Bradley wasn't to keen, but put a Poll out there for people to vote yes or no and promised Dr Mo whatever the result that will be final. Madter Bradley Wasn't expecting the outcome to be for me having lip filler. So to cut long story short because he had a cancellation late Wednesday afternoon Master only ran the Poll till Wednesday midday, despite the original finishing time still had 3 days to run. I to was shocked at the result and I certainly didn't want any lip filler as I think this look, looks ridiculous on women I've seen. So unknown to me I don't know what Master Brad and Dr Mo spoke about after my consultation but it was decided I would get full on maximum massive lips via the strongest injector stuff they put in your lips. I was not happy one bit when I saw myself in the mirror, infact I didn't need to look in the mirror I could see my top lip through my eyes. There was alot of Swelling which made things alot worse than it did , but even now some 60 hours after the last injection my lips are massive still, and being told that what I see now is what size your lips will be now. I'm still in shock at the whole thing and told Master Bradley Exactly what I thought as I'm very upset still.I find my look embarrassing and can't stop thinking that I now look like a duck. So once I come to terms with my new look then no doubt you will see how very different I now look with massive lips.

The picture I posted above was my last one taken with my normal lips a week ago when Master Bradley took me for breakfast to discuss plans going forward.

#diapered247 #mtf girl #sex worker

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all-weneed · 2 years ago

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A Codywan Playlist

or, songs that feel like the sun

55 songs, 3 hours 40 minutes

Free - Florence + the Machine

My Tears Are Becoming a Sea - M83

About You - The 1975

Sanctuary - Joji

Chemical - Post Malone

The Archer - Taylor Swift

mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Us And The Rest - M83

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Prosthetic Love - Typhoon

Would That I - Hozier

right where you left me - Taylor Swift

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

From Eden - Hozier

Cleopatra - The Lumineers

Beige - Yoke Lore

Sunshine Baby - The Japanese House

Venus - Sleeping at Last

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Sunlight - Hozier

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Stubborn Love - The Lumineers

Heat Above - Greta Van Fleet

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hello’s

Sun - Sleeping at Last

Jupiter - Sleeping at Last

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Clean - Taylor Swift

REPRISE - The Lumineers

Orange Juice - Noah Kahan

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

Gale Song - The Lumineers

Sparks - Coldplay

Work Song - Hozier

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov

Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Not Strong Enough - boygenius

The Gold - Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers

The Fall - Gregory Alan Isakov

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over - Jeff Buckley

Everywhere, Everything - Noah Kahan

Before the Sun - Gregory Alan Isakov

No Complaints - Noah Kahan

Fine Line - Harry Styles

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Outro - M83

i have only recently entered the codywan/sw discourse, but i am a dedicated music lover and i love exploring themes and feelings through music. some of these are more literal codywan than others, and some of these are more of a feeling/theme. if you have any other recs, i’d love to hear them <3

#cody is sun and obi wan is jupiter #and that’s a hill i will die on #star wars #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #my post #!!!!#i don’t do those very often #music recs #codywan playlist #maybe i’ll even try my hand at writing fics to this

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thatsrightice · 2 years ago

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Martin-Baker is a company that for more than 70 years has specialized in engineering the ejection seats utilized a majority of the world’s fighter jets. They have saved thousands of lives that in otherwise would likely have been lost. Martin-Baker revolutionized an industry that for a long time had been characterized by low survival rates, and in doing so have created an exclusive club very few are able to join, one that unifies aviators in a way that will never be taken away. I’d say only the best of the best are allowed in, but that wouldn’t be true.

A lifetime membership to the Martin-Baker Ejection Tie Club is awarded to those who have ejected from an aircraft using a Martin-Baker ejection seat, which as a result has saved their life.

These are (some of) their stories…

DAVE “BIO” BARANEK

EJECTEE #4813

For me and my pilot, 19 December 1981 was the date of a memorable excursion in a Martin-Baker ejection seat following a split-second decision to eject. I was an F-14 RIO and we were landing on an aircraft carrier in the Indian Ocean when things went wrong. I was fairly new, but I realized we were in trouble, and when my pilot said “Eject! Eject!” I pulled the lower handle. It happened in the blink of an eye, and only later could I be philosophical about it, to think about leaving the familiar and comfortable cockpit for the unknown. Thanks to the Martin-Baker MK-GRU7A seat my pilot and I survived in excellent condition and have enjoyed 38 (and counting) more years of living, flying, families, and everything else. I am thankful for the skilled US Navy technicians who maintained our equipment and the people of Martin-Baker who provided the seat that saved my life.

CDR. J. R. DAVIS

EJECTEE #4004

Martin-Baker – Thank you for the rest of my life. On 20 March 1987 my F-14A ran away with me as an unwilling passenger. Fire in the environmental control system burned through the flight controls. The airplane started un-commanded pitch oscillations and the last nose down excursion made it clear that I had to eject. My ride in F-14 BuNo 161614 ended 15 seconds before the crash with a Martin-Baker ejection seat and a parachute descent. My wife Sweet Denyse thanks you too.

CDR. TODD A PARKER

EJECTEE #4822

“It was a spring day in 1995 about 200 miles SW of Sicily. The USS Theodore Roosevelt was heading up to the Adriatic to enter the Bosnia conflict. As we expected combat, we needed to make sure as many jets as possible were up and ready so the past few days had been a maintenance blitz. We were conducting a post-maintenance check flight on our F-14 Tomcat, which the jet passed with flying colors.

After the flight we were heading back to the carrier, when suddenly the jet began bucking like a bronco – negative 2 Gs followed by 5 Gs, back and forth for about 1 minute, then it suddenly stopped. We couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but another aircraft joined up and noticed a mismatch in our horizontal stabilators. After two more events similar to the first, each time with the jet losing about 5000 feet, the jet suddenly pitched over into a negative 2 G dive and started rolling uncontrollably. I looked at the altimeter and it read 3000 feet so I pulled the handle. After the loud flash and bang, I found myself under the parachute, and looked down just in time to see the jet hit the water – what turned out to be just 4 seconds after we ejected. We were both safely under parachute, with only minor injuries but alive. We were plucked out of the water by helos from the carrier about 45 minutes later. –

Thanks to Martin-Baker and my Parachute Rigger, I am still alive, and by being able to “live to tell” about our story a major mechanical problem was found. All F-14 Tomcats were subsequently inspected and the same problem was found on dozens of other jets, so Martin-Baker not only saved my life but likely prevented many other aviators from (at best) joining the Tie Club themselves or at worst losing their lives. It was just a month later that a high school friend who heard I was deployed wrote me a letter…We’ve now been married 17 years with two wonderful children. Thank you Martin-Baker!!!

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