#and omega is non binary

[thescrump]

what is your favorite aroace, bisexual, nonbinary trio?

[cloneenthusiast]

Happy Pride from clone force 99 !

[ranchracoon]

To Care For

Omega Donna Beneviento x Alpha Non-binary Reader

Requested by: Anon

The candles flicker as a soft breeze blows through a hole in the siding of the empty church, the only living thing present is you, kneeling before the alter of Mother Miranda and the lords. You pray, every night you come here after everyone has gone and pray for her to hear your pleas. After countless nights you start to suspect that maybe the reverend mother cannot hear you at all, that is until the small breeze turns into a full gust which blows the candles out. Smoke fills the air and follows the direction of the gust, as does your head to see her standing there in all her glory. Her black robes shift and settle as her large black wings fold themselves in behind her, her golden mask shields her face and the large golden halo adorned to her back stares at you with a singular eye at the peak. 

"What is it you want child? Speak," she commands. 

"Mother Miranda" you stand on both feet, still staying hunched as to not be taller than her, "thank you for hearing my prayers. Please, I have one request, just one."

"My my, a female alpha" she steps toward you, her taloned fingers rest under your chin and force you up to stand at your full height, "no female as ever survived the alpha transition. Remarkable."

"That's just the thing, I don't want to be." you say quietly. 

"You don't? You know the procedure has a higher chance of killing you than the transition."

"No I mean, I want to be an alpha, I just, don't want to be a female." 

Mother Miranda looks up at you, her grayish eyes sizing you up before she releases your chin.

"I see. Well I can certainly do that, do you have family to care for you after the procedure?"

"No. My family has all but abandoned me since my transition."

"Then I will have to make arrangements. Come child."

*          *           * When you awaken you're groggy, the anesthesia slowly losing its hold on you as you blink away the sleep. Mother Miranda is there above you, instead of her normal robes and wings she appears to be wearing a robe made from feathers. Her golden beak the only color in the black sea. When you finally grasp onto reality you swallow and groan softly, carefully sitting up with her assistance.

"One of my children has agreed to take you, she'll nurse you until you are fully recovered in exchange that you'll be of service to her once that happens. I order about six weeks bed rest, no reaching as to not rip open your incisions, and the tubes can come out in two weeks. You'll also have to wear a binder to keep compression."

You hobble next to her before she finds a suitable wheelchair to prop you in, she begins wheeling you from the bed you were lying in when hundreds of crows swarm you in your chair. The anesthesia makes you unreactive but it sparks your heartrate from startling you, when the crows disappear you're on the porch of a house. There's a waterfall nearby which makes you cock your head slightly; one of her children...this isn't Dimitrescu or Moreau that much is obvious, and it smells too...neutral to be Heisenberg which leaves...

You swallow nervously as the doors open by themselves and you are wheeled into the manor. Everywhere you look feels as though there's a film over your eyes and no matter how much you blink it remains. Out of nowhere a small figure rounds the corner and waddles to approach you and Mother Miranda. It's a doll. You've heard about Beneviento, she has the power to cause vivid hallucinations and it's said her flowers are powerful suppressants. The doll approaches and tsks before rising up into the air and grunting softly. 

"You didn't say they were an alpha" the doll screeches making you flinch. 

"I explicitly said that Dimitrescu would not take them because of their status, I presumed you could draw the conclusion yourself. I'll be more specific in the future" Mother Miranda responds flatly. 

"This poses problems."

"It'll be fine" Mother Miranda says with a sigh. 

"Why can't they stay with you?" The doll asks.

"We've been over this and I will not get into it with you again, now, where can I put them?" Mother Miranda asks.

"Upstairs."

Mother Miranda offers you a hand and you take it, slowly making your way up the stairs to a small bedroom lined with dolls. The room has a singular bed in the corner, a dresser, a desk, and two small windows. Mother Miranda aids you to the bed and you sit upright on top of it with a grunt, sighing heavily as you close your eyes and fall asleep in that position. When you awaken again Mother Miranda is gone, there's a soft knock on the door before it opens and in walks a figure covered head to toe in mourning garb with the face covered. 

"Lady Beneviento thank you for-" you start, adjusting yourself on the bed. 

"Shush" she orders quietly. 

She carries a tray and sets it on your lap, an assortment of fruit, vegetables, a mysterious mush, and what appears to be a thin slice of mystery meat. 

"You must be hungry" she states. 

"Yes, thank you. I greatly appreciate you taking me."

Lady Beneviento says nothing and instead stands there watching you as you lean over the tray and begin eating. Despite it's appearance, everything tastes edible. She asks you questions like your chosen name, the preferred pronouns you use, if you have a mate which makes you chuckle. 

"I wouldn't be here if I had a mate."

You finish your food and Lady Beneviento takes the tray away, "I will bring you some books to keep you occupied. If you need anything just speak out, I will hear."

*          *          *

"You need a bath" the lady says matter-of-factly. 

"I know."

"The tubes are removed and Mother Miranda said so long as we don't submerge the incision sight you can be washed."

Lady Beneviento motions you to follow her, you do, easing off the bed carefully and following in stride down the hallway to a small bathroom. There's a tub inside, with a bucket of water next to it. Steam rises up from the tub and exits through the open door, Lady Beneviento walks over to a small window and opens it to let out the rest of the steam.

"Strip" she orders. 

"Everything?" You ask with a crack in your voice. 

"Do you expect me to wash you and your clothes?"

Your entire face turns red, you're about to undress in front of a lord! She helps you unbutton your shirt as to not over reach your arms, then you take the waist of your shorts and pull down. You glance over and see yourself in a mirror, turning to face it fully as you run your hands along your now flat chest and the scars. It's sensitive, but you smile as  you take in the look of your new body. You turn around, still standing there in your boxers before Lady Beneviento motions with her finger, pointing at your boxers and making a downward motion. Now your entire body feels on fire as you slowly lower your boxers and step out of your pool of clothes, using your hands to cover yourself. She motions to the tub and you slowly get in, having to temporarily reveal yourself in order to brace against the edges of the tub. Then you lower yourself down. The water only comes up to your mid stomach, it's warm and you want to sink your entire body into it but you know you can't do that. Lady Beneviento kneels on the side with a wash rag in her hand and mild smelling soap. 

"I'm going to touch you now, you'll need to do your....genitals if you can."

"O-okay" you mutter out. 

She's extremely gentle while also mildly abrasive with her scrubbing, two weeks of no showering and still having surgical goop on you has left a fine film of oil and gunk on you. True to her word she hands you the rag and you wash between your legs under the water, now thankful it's become soapy enough to hide...everything. She lifts your legs carefully and washes them, then comes time for your head. She has you tilt your head back and she uses the spare bucket to comb your hair until it's wet enough for the shampoo. She repeats the process, gently scratching your scalp with her nails then brushing through your hair until the shampoo is gone. She uses another sweeter smelling soap to wash your face and neck, letting it sit for a moment before rinsing it off gently. 

Your heart flutters every time she touches you, at first from embarrassment, but now from the intimacy of her touches. She's careful, gentle, bordering on loving as she caresses your neck, your hair, and even when she inspects the incisions on your chest she is gentle. You've never had anyone wait on you like this before, not since you were a babe and required the full attention of your parents. It made you realize how touch starved you are as you lean into her touch, silently begging for affection and attention which in that moment she gives. The air shifts, it's filled with a sweet smelling scent that relaxes you. Lady Beneviento is a beta, at least that's what her scent indicates, and she must be intentionally using her powers or her pheromones to produce a relaxing atmosphere. When the water runs cold that is when the moment is gone, she removes herself from you, leaving you cold and shivering literally and figuratively before she acquires a towel for you.

*         *         * 

The next four weeks pass dreadfully slow, with nothing to pass time other than reading it felt more like four months. The entire time Lady Beneviento cares for you; washing your clothes, keeping you bathed, fed, and occasionally sitting in the room with you. Once the tubes were taken out she made you walk every day with her by your side the entire time, and when it's not her, it's her doll Angie. You and her walk the border of her land, she shows you the garden now is a pit of despair, and the old gardener's cottage where you are free to stay if you wish. In the short time, you and the lady become close, close enough she allows you to use her name; Donna. Now fully recovered it is time for you to repay your debt. 

She starts you with light things as to not agitate your scars; sweeping, dusting, even a little cooking. Once you get a routine down she moves you outside, working in her yard by pulling weeds, tending to the yellow flowers that bloom everywhere. You even take on the project of rebuilding the gardener's home, and the garden itself. It's difficult work, but you owe Donna a great deal, and you also can't object that in the last few months you've grown rather fond of her. She's treated you better than your own parents, fed you, given you nice clothes, and even though she doesn't say much, you look forward to spending time with her. Even Angie has become somewhat of a friend to you, often teasing you relentlessly because of the way you 'look' at Donna

The first harvest of your garden proves worth all the effort; numerous vegetables have grown and you harvest what you need to take to Donna in her manor. You moved into the gardener's home, as to not disturb her more than necessary. However every day you visit her for tea. You tease  that really you're there to see Angie, but of course Donna knows otherwise. When you enter the manor there's a distinct shift of smell, it's smells addictive, musty, and dangerous. There's a smell of panic, danger, like a deterrent for anyone entering to leave immediately. 

"Donna? Angie?" You call out, receiving no answer.

Thinking Donna is in danger you drop the produce and immediately go to the elevator that leads downstairs. The moment the doors open you sprint to every room looking for her, the smell getting stronger the closer you get to her bedroom. You knock on the door in a panic.  

"Donna? Are you okay?" You ask worriedly. 

"Go away!" Screams Angie. 

"What's wrong?" You ask. 

"I said go away!" Angie screams again. 

The smell burns your nose, it makes your head hurt as it keeps shifting from smelling like old books, to some chemical cleaner type smell, to the scent of impending danger. Something shifts inside you, a sudden urgency to get inside that room like your life depends on it. There's a chill up your spine which causes goosebumps to break out on your skin before you pound on the door again, a low growl emanating from your chest. 

"I need to know if you're hurt! Don't make me break this door down."

The door swings open with a loud thud with Angie on the other side, you move her out of the way to find Donna curled into a ball on her bed. She's wearing only a nightgown which is currently drenched in sweat, she's whimpering and shaking violently. You've seen this before, but she's a beta, she's not supposed to go into heat..unless she was hiding her true status from you. You're an alpha, of course she would hide her scent because she didn't know if she could trust your intentions or not. Many alphas take omegas without their consent, sometimes they even take betas when their ruts hit. You take a step forward but quickly you are cut off by Angie. 

"Do not touch her! Get out of here before you make her do something she'll regret!"

"Please I just want to help."

"No you want to fuck her! Treat her like every alpha does, stick your dick in then leave her with the consequences."

You won't deny that your alpha is currently screaming at you to claim her, pin her down and breed her until she's swollen with your brood. The other half of you in standing strong, this is the woman who cared for you when you were are your most vulnerable. You straighten up and look at Angie, your own scent now mixing with the already unbearable toxin in the air. Determination. 

"I am not going anywhere Angie. Donna needs me, and if I have to tie myself to the bed then I will. I promise, I will not do anything until she is past her heat. No marking, no mating, nothing until she is in a clear head space."

There's a long silence before Angie twitches and shivers, "top drawer of the nightstand" she says. 

You open the drawer to the nightstand and see an eye mask, makes sense since she's not wearing her veil. You put the eye mask on then slowly crawl onto the bed with her, she immediately lays on you, her intense body heat making you break out into a sweat as well. Her smells makes you groan internally, maybe you should tie yourself down. Your arousal is evident but you remain completely still, letting Donna simply touch you. She grinds herself on your lap and you grunt softly. 

"Donna-" her name rolling off your tongue makes her whimper softly, and you wrap your arms around her tightly, "I'm not going anywhere, but please, I don't want to take advantage of you while you're in this state."

"I trust you" she whimpers.

"If you did, you wouldn't make me wear the eye mask" you point out. 

There's another long silence before there's a shift, her body weight now on your chest and you whine lowly from her smell so close to you. Fingers wrap around the eye mask and slowly pull up to reveal her. You blink a few times, your heart thudding in your chest as she sits there. Her pale skin glistens from the sweat, her hair is ebony black and thrown into a messy bun atop her head, and her eyes. A singular eye, with one covered a lumpy mass with tendrils poking out, wiggling about and the other a brown so dark it looks black. 

"You're beautiful" you whisper. 

"Truly?" She asks. 

"You know as well as I do I cannot lie to save my life."

She locks her eye with yours, scanning for any indication of a lie but finds nothing. Her eye then drifts down to your lips before she gently places a kiss on them. You kiss her back gently, your arms tightening around her body before she breaks the kiss and nuzzles her face into your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. She occasionally grinds herself on you, begging for release from her pain but you hold fast, hiding your face in her neck as you growl lowly. Your teeth aching to sink into her, claim her, mark her as your own but you don't. You can't. Not while she is like this. Despite her best efforts, even trying to manipulate you, you hold steady and the most you do is shower her lips and face with heated kisses.

Her heat finally passes, the recognizable grumble of your stomach stirs Donna awake from her light slumber. She turns to face you, slowly sitting up on the edge of her bed with hugging herself. She runs her hands along her arms, then her collarbone, and her neck as if checking to see if you marked her. Her scent smells like old books, and fresh rain but underneath is the smell of worry before it's consumed fully by her dominate scent. You arch your neck, having become addicted to it as you breathe in her scent once more, she looks over at you, her eye looking you over.

"You could have easily taken advantage of me" she says quietly. 

You reach over to take her hand into your own, "you helped me when I was vulnerable. You could have turned me away, left me to my own devices, but you didn't. You cared for me, gave me my strength and my confidence. I would never, and I mean, never, hurt you Donna. I love you."

Donna looks at you in the eyes, her eye flipping between both of yours before she leans back into your chest, her head tucked under your neck, "I think I might love you too.." she whispers.

Master Post

[tinyflything]

Fanart of Marilyn Mansons "Omega" from the 1998 "Mechanical Animals" Album. Not a photostudy (and the face was a real struggle) but I'm very happy with how this turned out. And I miss Omega, wish they would make a come-back too.

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 26

"LOVE AND HOPE"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

To read Chapter 24 & 25 - "SEPARATION & THE NIGHTMARE"

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/764929745333927936/vagabonds-chapter-24-25?source=share

Word Count: 2.3K

Background: The return of a friend. Echo comforts Sil. And, the Batchers are given Thoomie's back story from Uncle Taavi. It's a very unorthodox origin story...and one that I am familiar with when another woman I worked with left her baby behind in a locker room, and the police came to my home for questioning. TO BE CLEAR: This story is NOT an attempt to punch down at any one person in particular. This part of the story, much like a lot of other parts sprinkled into this series is a commentary on SOCIETY overall.

The Batch and Taavi ask an open ended question. One that could be seen as scornful, but instead are blunt questions. They don't judge, only contemplate their own luck. And, the scale of value society sets for life in the galaxy.

For anyone new to this series: "LOVE" is the nonbinary/genderfluid neurodivergent/nonverbal Force sensitive kid of the main OC of this series named Mad. Mad is an older single mother, close to almost 50 years of age (not many older female protagonists in stories, so I decided to make one.)

Warning: swearing, angst and brief mention of a LIVE baby in a dumpster (no worries reader, baby is rescued-NO blood or gore, but brief mention of a "blue baby").

(Credit: Cool dividers by @4ngelic-Wh1spers, @plum98 @strangergraphics-archive Pinterest: Blackstar)

Tech tinkered under the Beldame.  It helped keep his mind off of Hunter’s depression and sadness.  This was the first time Tech and the rest of The Batch had seen Hunter openly cry since...well, probably since that Reg broke Hunter’s nose when they were children. 

Thoomie administered a light sedative to Hunter so he could rest and heal for an hour or two.  Taavi announced he would whip up a meal for them all in the Bar’ge ‘N Go’s cafeteria after he was finished with his duties. 

Now that there was access to more tools, equipment, and parts, Tech would have the ‘Dame up to speed in no time.  And, with Echo researching intel, The Batch could help Mad and Sil locate and retrieve LOVE and Tiggy. 

Tinkering away deep in thought, Tech reflected on how so much had transpired since leaving Kamino, then Ord Mantell. 

It had been a DIZZYING turn of events... 

“Well...look WHO popped up” 

Tech was pulled from his rumination, glanced down recognizing a familiar pair of metal heeled boots... 

His eyes widened. 

Immediately he wheeled out from under the ship and sprang up.  Tech slicked back his hair and dusted of his clothing. 

Pushing up his goggles, Phee Genoa came into focus. 

“Hello Brown Eyes.” She slyly smiled. 

Tech stood there speechless... Say SOMETHING!  But...WHAT??? 

Your hair has a buoyant quality that attracts my attention... 

NO... 

The scent wafting up from your skin excites my senses... 

NO NO.... 

The timber of your voice causes prolierection of the hairs on my arms... 

NO! 

The thought of you quickens my heartbeat, resulting in tachycardia... 

NO!!! 

Phee watched amused at Tech’s internal struggle. 

His face began to flush slightly. 

Phee mused ADORABLE when he’s flabbergasted. 

“Uh...hello.” Tech exhaled, trying to keep his cool. 

“Glad you made it off Ord Mantell.  Didn’t expect to see you here.” 

“I am currently repairing this ship...for a close friend.” 

“Oh?  Looks like Madienne Dax’s ship.” 

“Why...yes...it is...” 

“Close friend, you say?” Phee smirked. 

“Why yes.  She’s been very hospitable with sharing it as a living space.  And preparing meals for consumption...” Tech trailed off. 

Maker, I am rambling He cringed. 

“Sounds cozy.” Phee teased. 

Tech silently analyzed Phee’s words.  Cozy?  Peculiar thing to remark.  I am NOT cozy with Mad... 

Phee stood patiently and watched his brain work it out 

Tech’s eyes widened as he made a realization. 

...OH! 

“I should be clear.” Tech raised an index finger to accentuate his point. “HUNTER is Mad’s boyfriend.” 

Phee giggled.  “Just the person to keep Bandana on his toes!” 

“That she certainly does.” Tech smirked. 

Phee leaned in and her voice softened. “Hey...Brown Eyes?”  

“Yes?” Tech answered 

“I missed you.” She smiled. 

“I missed you as well.” Tech beamed. 

Sil sat in the darkened clinic room alone.  The only light filtered out from the bacta tank where Mad floated silently, sleeping with help of a sedative. 

He refused to leave when Thoomie offered to show him to a room on the barge.  Taavi reassured her Sil would be alright.  Just needed time to spend with his auntie and to sift through his feelings alone.  Uncle Taavi moved a hover stretcher next to the tank for his nephew. 

Sil, now lying upon the stretcher, whispered to his auntie. 

“I feel SO lucky you found me Coruscant.  And thank you for taking me with you and LOVE....glad to have you both as family.  We’ll find them, Mad.  Tiggy too.  These guys are gonna help us.  I can feel it.  Please don’t be so sad.  It will work out...” 

He took a deep breath and exhaled. 

“Then we get away from all this trouble that’s been following everyone.  We find a place to hide out.  LOVE will help you have them babies.  And...maybe...you marry Hunter, huh?  We send out a coded signal.  And, when the rest of our family shows up we have a great big Reunion with a Nomaadi wedding...yeah?  We will all be so happy...” 

Sil wiped a stray tear from his eye and sniffled. 

“We get that ole’ Nomaaddi tattooist to mark Wrecker, Tech, Echo, and Hunter...they can officially be part of the Star People Family.  Auntie I want to LIVE...instead of just trying to SURVIVE.” 

Sil gathered his hearts wish hoping it would come true with The Force. 

“Hey...you awake?” 

Sil turned over to see Echo faintly standing in the darkness by the clinic doorway. 

“Yeah...just talking to her.  She can hear me...us, you know.” Sil spoke wistfully. 

“She’s probably very grateful to hear your voice.  Can get pretty lonely in there.” Echo strode over to Sil.  “Hey...Taavi is cooking up his all day, all you can eat breakfast.  Don’t know much about it but sounds promising.  Wanna come eat with us?” 

Sil exhaled wearily “Not very hungry...sorry.  Just want to be alone...with my auntie.” 

Echo’s heart went out to Sil  “No worries.  I’ll bring you something later...ok?” 

Sil nodded. 

Echo headed for the door, then turned with conviction. 

“We’ll find LOVE and Tiggy.  Somehow.  Some way.  Promise.” 

Wrecker emerged from the refresher clean and wearing a fresh change of clothes. 

“Ahhh...good to be in a decent sized shower for once.”  He flopped down on the king-sized comfy bed and eyed Omega sitting on the other one across from him.  “You’re turn.” 

She sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillows. 

“Go get cleaned up, ya smell like musty Bantha Butt!” 

“No I don’t.” 

“Yeah...you do.  If I can smell it, you definitely stink.” Wrecker rolled over and propped himself up with a pillow.  “Besides, you don’t want to gross out Hunter when he’s tryin’ to eat, do ya?” 

Omega perked up slightly “He’ll be eating with us?” 

“Yep.  We’re gonna wheel that hover stretcher right up to the table.  No reason for him to be eatin’ alone.” 

“Is Mad going to be alright?  How are we going to find LOVE and Tiggy.” Omega looked so sad.  It broke Wrecker’s heart. 

“Yes to the first question.  Uncle Taavi told me so.  I believe ‘em.”  Wrecker winked.  The second question...”  Wrecker struggled to answer in a way that would give Omega some hope.  “I...don’t know.  But Echo is trying to figure it out.  If anyone can find ‘em, Echo can...” 

“I miss them...and I’m scared they aren’t safe.” Omega whispered. 

“Me too, Omega.”  Wrecker agreed.  “But we can’t do anything about it right now...on an empty stomach.”  He tried to put on a silly face to hide is concern. 

Omega looked skeptical. 

“C’mon...get in the refresher.”  Wrecker negotiated.  “Sooner you clean up, sooner we go eat with Echo and find out if he has any leads.” 

Omega dragged herself off the bed and slowly made her way to the refresher.

“What is Thoomie’s  story” Tech inquired 

The Batchers and Uncle Taavi sat comfortably at a large booth.  Echo had wheeled Hunter into the cafeteria on a hoverchair.  He was healing quickly with a bacta wrap over the sutured area, but still advised to stay off his feet for another standard day.  Echo parked the chair at the table so Hunter could eat with the group. 

A HUGE spread of breakfast food, served all hours during one rotation, sat in front of them.  Omega, Hunter, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker heartily filled their bellies while conversing with Mad’s Nomaadi Uncle. 

At the opposite end of the cafeteria in the game room section a menagerie of droids loudly and happily cavorted with several Tooka kitties. 

“Little Thoo?”  Uncle Taavi flamboyantly waved his hand smiling.  “Well... found her!” 

“A street urchin on some Outer Rim planet, huh?”  Hunter probed, sipping his Meilroon juice. 

Taavi calmly shook his head “Nah, on the bottoms of Coruscant...in a DUMPSTER.” 

Hunter dramatically spit his drink out onto the table.  “Eh...apologies.” He sputtered. 

Omega, ever ready to help her brother, stepped in “It’s ok, Hunter.  I’ve got it.” 

Taavi didn’t miss a beat and tossed a handful of napkins onto the mess and kept speaking.  He gesticulated animatedly no matter whatever the topic of conversation. 

“Yeah...so I got tip about a buncha slightly used but primo ship parts being tossed out for garbage pickup.  Just picked up and hoofed it down there right away.  I ain’t one to let somethin’ valuable go to waste!” 

Echo and Tech were transfixed, caf cups raised, watching this man so casually speak about something so...personal.  Hunter refilled his glass with juice.  Wrecker listened intently while shoveling food in his mouth like it might get away.  Omega absent mindedly wiped the table slowly with the napkins while watching Taavi tell his story. 

“Landed, hiked into the bottoms, found the right location, then hopped right into that dumpster and went to diggin’ through all the stuff people don’t want no more of.  Shit...” Taavi threw his head back and laughed “ALL the stuff the rich up at the top of Coruscant just casually throw out ‘cause they got that money to burn.”   

Taavi other hand shot out and rubbed his fingers together.  “LOTS of ‘garbage’ they would call it...the good stuff.  The people at The Bottoms don’t have nothin’ much ta part with.  They keep as much as they got...which is pretty little.” 

Omega kept slowly, absentmindedly wiping the table.  Hunter sipped his juice.  Wrecker shoveling in food.  Tech and Echo sitting motionless...still haven’t sipped their caf YET! 

Taavi still gesticulating, as if conjuring the story with his hands.  “THEN I hear a noise.  Well...my nosy self thinks it some Tooka diggin’ in that dumpster for some food.  ‘Dem poor little kitteh’s start explorin’ around in there, and then the garbage just caves in on ‘em...and they can’t get out.”  Taavi was intense during this part.  REALLY committed to giving every Batcher at that table a glimpse of how terrified Taavi felt about it. 

“So’s, I dig down and find this backpack...in more than middlin’ condition I might add.  Open it up...like YOU do...” 

The amazement of what must have been on Taavi’s face at the time of the story shone brightly. 

“...and... there SHE was!  This sweet little baby, struggling to breathe, BARELY alive...NO LARGER THAN MY HANDS...” 

Taavi holds out both of his calloused hands.  A poor workman’s hands with starship grease in the worn creases and under his fingernails. 

His face then turned pensive.  “And I think to myself...WHO DOES THAT???” 

The Batchers sat transfixed...stunned. 

“So’s, I took that backpack with that perfect little girlie home with me.  Told myself ‘Taavi, you done found a little gift right in that there dumpster.” 

Omega wiping, wiping.  Hunter sipping.  Wrecker eating.  Echo and Tech motionless. 

Taavi leaned across the table at them, raising his voice “AND SHE WAS BLUE!  BLUE I TELL YA!!!”  Strugglin’ for breath but holdin’ on like a real trooper.  That ship parts tip...that right there was a SIGN!”  Taavi’s index finger stabbed down RIGHT on top of the moist napkins Omega was using to wipe the table.  

Omega stops wiping.  Then Taavi stabs his finger down repeatedly with every other word to DRIVE HOME HIS POINT. 

“The FORCE wanted me to find that little dumplin’ and take care of her!"

Taavi finally takes his hand away from the table, gesturing randomly towards the doorway, where in the heart of the ship Thoomie was treating another client who had arrived needing rudimentary medical attention. 

“You all have seen her now. Happy and healthy as a lee Romay clam!” Taavi smiles tenderly, a glimmer of tears glaze his eyes.  Eyes of love and gratitude for his girl. 

Hunter sees Taavi’s eyes and suddenly struggles to hold back his own glimmer of tears.  Omega gave up on the napkins and picks up her Star Cake.  Echo sits still like a Dugardugar in the Marauder’s headlights.  Wrecker chews... 

Tech... lump in his very composed, logical throat slides his plate of Bantha Bacon and Star Cakes slowly over to Wrecker...who silently takes the plate.  “Apologies...I am NO longer famished...” 

Taavi realizes the impact his story has on the group.  He empathizes with them.  Shared quite a bit just the first day of meeting.  But he felt a closeness with them.  And... Mad doesn’t just make friends with ANYONE...well a particular one was a mistake, but that’s just ONE.  She’s discerning...or she wouldn’t be alive.  The Force whispered to him that The Batchers are discerningly loyal and trustworthy.  Two things worth mineral backing credits to the Nomaadi. 

“Oh, PAL, it’s all A-okay!  My Little Thoo is doin’ GREAT!!!  Don’t let ole’ Uncle Taavi’s story get to ya.”  Taav’s head snaps down to the empty caf carafe on the table.  “Oh GEEZ, what kinda host am I?  Let me get ya a refill!” 

He pops up from the booth and scurries over to the Bar’ge ‘N Go counter for a fresh pot.  The Tooka kittens mob him and he cheerfully ladles eggs and meat from a pan into several bowls.  They mill around happily as he sets the bowls onto the floor. Then belly laughs in pure joy while they fall over one another to get to the food. 

The Batchers sit with everything Taavi said for a while.   

Hunter finally breaks the silence “SOMEONE PUT THEIR CHILD IN A DUMPSTER???” His face is grief stricken. 

Echo mused quietly.  “Makes our childhood look almost like an amusement park ride.” 

Wrecker had NOTHING to say.  He silently enjoyed the contents of Tech’s plate...spacing out...clinging onto the flavors and textures in his mouth, along with the present-day image of a very small, yet healthy and happy teen.  The food helped to push the image of a tiny baby barely clinging to life...barely old enough to cling to any HOPE of salvation from their situation out of his mind... 

Omega takes a bite of her Star Cake, sadly remembering all the very young clones the Kaminoan’s euthanized when they didn’t meet up with their exacting expectations...names and numbers the 99’s had never knew briefly existed... 

Tech could only make a VERY true, yet sad statement.  “WE were CONSIDERED valuable...” He stared into the bottom of his caf cup.  “Apparently...there are many MORE in the galaxy who fail to reach even close to that arbitrary standard...” 

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[angeltheghoul]

Since I mentioned Zephyr in my last post here’s a kind of hurt/comfort fall/winter headcannon for them:

Zephyrs joints get especially bad in the colder months (I know this since mine do as well) and they tend to push themselves a bit to far to keep up with others resulting in a lot of flares but their pack is very good hells even great at knowing when their limits have been reached and they’ll make them take a break whether they like it or not. Ifrit is the one to grab them from their chair and help them into the hot bath he’d drawn ealier plus he’ll make sure their warm and comfortable in the pile, Omega checks on them makes sure all their meds are taken correctly and nothing interacts plus he’ll scan to see if anything needs just a little quintessence to help sooth it. Pebble and Ivy absolutely make them tea or just help ground them in reality when the pain gets too bad just letting them sob into their shoulders, Alpha makes sure they’re actually eating and drinking water as they rest and Delta is the one who always grabs them to make sure their doing their stretches to keep their muscles good even if they can’t get out of bed. Just Zephyrs pack being kind to their disabled pack mate :)

Add on: Terzo is absolutely livid when Zephyr pushes themself too far and he makes it known in the kindness but most dramatic way possible.

[luxi-storyteller]

[pacifistcowboy]

hey you ready for the most bonkers idea for my sol dimension ocs that i’ve had so far

so i’m thinking sol-rouge will have an older sibling who’s unwell in some way (might be motor neurone disease or based on it ‘cause my dad has that so i’m rather familiar with the symptoms and treatment but i probably won’t go too intense) ((also dw about that massive personal life bomb i just dropped, i also made sure my dad was okay with me applying our experiences into a story)) and sol-rouge tries to take care of them and support them both by just breaking into places for shelter or resources and sometimes fighting people if he gets caught in the act or is desperate enough. if they’re with him at the time, sol-rouge’s sibling will pipe up and try to ask people if sol-rouge can help in exchange for goods so he doesn’t immediately have to jump to just stealing, which is what he usually does ‘cause he’s so awkward and uncomfortable around people that he’d prefer to commit a crime than talk to anyone.

sol-rouge may or may not run into mittens during this time, or maybe they only meet later.

at some point shelly “ivy” organik will come across them and due to sol-rouge’s skill, seeming lack of morals, and desperation, she asks him to help her with her evil plans and in exchange she’ll help his sibling. at first sol-rouge refuses as he doesn’t believe ivy can help them, but using her chlorokinesis she creates some sorta tree-plant-machine-suit thing which helps his sibling in many ways including breathing n having a way to move around, n says they can use the plant-tree-mech thing as long as sol-rouge helps her, so he agrees.

sol-rouge’s sibling is probably very wary and hesitant about helping ivy, but the device she made helps them so much that they can’t really imagine just giving it back and struggling like before, so they go along with the plans, albeit very unconfidently. i think the tree-suit will have some form of weaponry so they can join sol-rouge in doing ivy’s bidding.

sol-rouge n their sib will either meet mittens for the first time or clash WAY more with her during this. things will probably escalate that blaze n stuff has to get involved, ivy probably also recruits glacier (i’ve decided sol-shadow’s name is glacier) so sol-rouge n their sibling are also working with her. stuff goes down.

eventually sol-rouge’s sibling will hit a point where they just morally can’t help ivy, and they choose to help the heroes stop her. glacier will also go through the discovery of how her parents actually sucked n that she’s on the wrong side so she’ll also join the heroes, but sol-rouge doesn’t really care about being good or bad, he just wants his sibling to be safe, but his sib is adamant about saving the people, so he joins them.

stuff happens, they beat ivy, and she tries to take her tree-suit-mech thing back, but literally everyone stops her n protects sol-rouge’s sibling from her, so she gets pissed n gives up. so now sol-rouge’s sibling permanently has a funky plant suit that alleviates their symptoms and they can walk around in! i’d say they’re scared ivy will constantly try to take it back, and might one day succeed, also they just care a lot about the innocent people of the world, so they’re determined to kill ivy. sol-rouge still doesn’t really care about people but his sibling is now healthier so he’s chill, plus he’s so close with them that he’s probably gonna have some of their compassion rub off on him.

anyway, really long-winded way of saying i’ve combined maria and omega into one character and it’s sol-rouge’s sibling. sol-omega isn’t a robot but a fella in a suit made by ivy. it’s bizarre but i think it works.

[garlic-sauc3]

the sth photo album has got to be the funniest thing on my phone

[thetimelordbatgirl]

I don't keep up with the comics, so when I first read about the Death Ranger drama, I thought it was about Deathryuger, the Dark Ranger's Sentai counterpart.

Yeah, I'm pretty stupid, because I thought Heckyl just came out as non-binary.

Nah, you ain't stupid cause honestly, anything I know about the comics comes from other blogs and twitter accounts. So like, all I know about Death Ranger is that they come from the Omega Rangers comics and that they are among the comics attempts at non-binary rep that the comics uh, don't seem great at handling (or twitter accounts in this drama's case). But also hey, you never know with Heckyl, the comics do like to do their own things with the characters so like, nothing is impossible.

[hanniballover67]

I’m going femme WHILST having my period - yay fun! - Hugh Dancy is so fucking dreamy!!!! Jane Austen Book Club!

We’d just be two omega’s rubbing against each other, purring as he fed one another 🫦🫦🫦🫦💦💦💦💦

[omeganpov]

Enby Omega (x)

[fsaxjack]

Apparently it does resonate a bit, so to elaborate: Rouge: "Feelings get in the way of the big score" Aromantic. The ship tease with Knuckles was either strategic, or she just hadn't realized how she feels about romance yet and was misunderstanding otherwise platonic feelings. Omega: "... deleting... Masc.EXE deleted. Downloading... BadnikSchematics.zip downloaded" Agender. Gendered expression is non-essential programming that he has no attachment to, and he's probably long since pruned it out if he had any to begin with if there was any advantage to gain in doing so. If there's any gendered expression there, he's like an auti-enby [like me :)] but instead of autism his gender (or lack thereof) is influenced by his desire to destroy >:)

Shadow: "Lab-grown and might not even know where babies come from" Asexual. If he was even built with a sex drive, it's mild at best, and might not even have the equipment. I doubt that the Black Arms even participate in traditional reproduction - they strike me as either a eusocial hive with queens, or a full-on clone army.

Just my more specific take on the idea, would love to hear any arguments to the contrary

Rouge: Aromantic

Omega: Agender

Shadow: Asexual

Does this resonate at all

[mercurio-shadowz]

very funny to me how in the “Shadow is ‘a gay’” comic, Shadow has internalized homophobia but he’s chill with Omega being non-binary. Amazing character writing

He doesn't really know the terminology and Omega hasn't really brought up gender at all besides a comment about being "Beyond manhood womanhood and everything in between"*, the thing is

*(i am neither single nor taken i am a gamer and i am in hell)

Y'know how I said he's like those parrots that hate men for absolutely no reason whatsoever?

Yeah so on top that he has a fuckin spideysense to detect whoever identifies themselves as male (or male adjacent in Sonic's case) and Will become ticked off by their mere presence if they do

That's not to say he can't be annoyed by girls, oh no, he totally can, but they've gotta be pretty loud or mean for that to happen

with guys tho. it's on sight. LMAO

[hexagon-club]

This is the conservative male version of neogenders. A bunch of weirdos got addicted to the internet and started calling themselves "omega males" as if that means something. It's their version of saying "I am a fem-aligned non-binary genderfuck who goes by he/she/its pronouns." It's amazing how different communities mirror each other even though they appear to be complete opposites at first glance.

[elumish]

I just talked about why people should be engaging critically with entertainment media and specifically getting used to identifying specific patterns or rhetoric, so here is a very non-exhaustive list of things that I see (including in ostensibly progressive entertainment media spaces like fandom or queer books):

Framing representative democracy as bad, especially when contrasted with non-democratic/autocratic or anocratic rule (e.g., "good things can get done when there's just someone smart with all the power who can force decisions through without having to debate all the time")

Benevolent dictators / benevolent autocrats (e.g., "They're such a kind and intelligent ruler, so it's good that they have absolute decision making authority")

Blaming newcomers / immigrants for the degredation of traditions (e.g., "It's not that we don't want them here, it's just that they keep trying to change things instead of learning the ways we do things")

Imperialism as a means to "fix" or "improve" other societies (e.g., "they oppress women, so invading them, deposing their goverment, and adding them to the empire is good because it will help women")

Equating gender with body parts (e.g., "secondary gender" to indicate alpha / beta / omega in the omegaverse)

Equating body parts with personality traits (e.g., alphas being inherently more aggressive and omegas being inherently more submissive in the omegaverse)

Equating sexuality with personality traits (e.g., all asexual characters being shy or quiet)

Equating sexuality with gender (e.g., all asexual characters being female or non-binary)

Lack of accounting for women or queer people in worldbuilding (e.g., "that magical species just doesn't have gay people")

Regularly having Jewish characters celebrate Christmas

Excusing abusive behavior with a bad or sad backstory (e.g., "how could he help being fascist, he was bullied as a child")

Women (except for the FMC and possibly a friend) being uniformly catty, cruel, power-hungry, man-obsessed, and/or promiscuous adulterers

Black characters only existing to support white characters

Black female characters being presented as being too strong and independent to want or need a romantic relationship, especially while white female characters have happy and fulfilling romantic relationships

Associating low empathy with violent inclinations or behavior (e.g., "he just didn't feel empathy for anyone, and that's why he became a serial killer")