#please don’t hurt my clones anymore

[my-morai]

I *could* just stop watching tbb now and pretend like they lived happily ever after.

Like they just went back to Pabu and were all happy and fine right? This week’s episode just made me so happy.

[vodika-vibes]

Hey! Congratulations on the followers! I love your fics! I've just refound tumblr and have been obsessed with TBB and TCW .

May I please have a pansy and a purple lilac with TBB Tech and a F!reader?

Tiny Dancer

Summary: You own a dance studio on a small mid-rim world, which has started to have some severe electrical problems. Luckily, Tech is your neighbor and he's happy to help.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 1120

Prompts: Pansy - You occupy my thoughts; Purple Lilac - first love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, this is my first time writing Tech, so I hope I did him justice. And if I didn't, please let me know so I can do better next time. But! Welcome back to Tumblr and our little corner filled with Clones!

Once upon a time, before the war, you would travel from planet to planet, learning different dances from different people across the galaxy.

And, though you don’t like to brag, you like to think that you’re something of an expert in most forms of dancing. 

But when the War started, you were forced to find a safe planet to live on. Which is how you ended up here. On some mid-rim planet, running a dance studio for anyone who wants to learn.

Sure, the war is over, but with the Empire…

Well, it’s just not safe to travel anymore. 

Still, you like to think that you’re making the best of it. Or, well, you hope you are, in any event.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for this, Tech.” You say brightly to the tall man who’s standing on a ladder with his head half in your ceiling, “I would hate for someone to get hurt because of poor wiring. And the electrician I spoke to was so dismissive-”

“I am happy to help,” Tech says as he pulls his head out of the ceiling to look at you, “So far, however, I am not seeing any problems.”

Concern crosses your face, “Oh, but I saw-”

“I believe you.” He sits on the top of the ladder, “Is there another electrical panel somewhere?”

“Um…” You think back to what the previous owner said to you when you purchased the building, “The basement, I think.”

“Then we can look there next.” He climbs down the ladder, and snaps it closed before he leans it against one of the padded walls, “After you.”

You lead Tech through the studio, until you get to the basement door. You quickly unlock it, and then have to use your whole body weight to pull it open, “Sorry.” You say as you stumble back into him, “The door has always done that.”

Tech steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, “I can fix that.” He offers.

You beam at him, “Oh! Can you really? That would be wonderful!”

He stares at you for a moment, and then averts his gaze with a cough, “Yes, well. We should deal with the electrical problem first.”

“When you’re right, you’re right.” You reply with a bubbly laugh, before you turn and flip the lightswitch, and lead him down the concrete steps, “Sorry for the mess. I mostly use this as storage. And the previous owner left a bunch of junk behind when he moved out. I kind of hoped that a member of his family would come to claim it, but no dice.”

You step off the stairs, and push a stack of boxes out of the way, to make room for Tech.

“How much of this belongs to you?” Tech asks, as he pushes several boxes out of the way as well.

“Less than a quarter.” You admit with a sigh, “But I don’t want to just throw it all away, it’s not mine. Oh, the electrical box is on the back wall, I think.”

Tech sighs softly when he sees the stacks of boxes blocking his path to the electrical box, and you duck your head with a mumbled apology. “If I had known that physical labor was involved, I would have brought Wrecker.”

You giggle, “Sorry. But I do appreciate you doing this for me. I kind of expected you to tell me to kriff off.”

He shoots you an odd look, “You really think that?”

You shrug, “You’re a nice guy, Tech, but most people don’t exactly like having their freetime claimed by other people.” You grin at him, “I wouldn’t have minded if you said no, but I’m so glad you said yes.”

Tech releases a quiet laugh, “I do not think anyone can say no to you, least of all me.”

“Least of all?”

“Sorry?”

“You said ‘least of all’,” You clarify, “Why least of all?”

“Oh.” He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, even as he slides boxes and old mats out of the way, “Because I think about you all the time. And I am pretty sure that I am in love with you. Though I am still trying to figure that out.”

You fumble with the small box you’re carrying, and only manage to not drop it because you set it on another box, “What?”

“Did you not think it was strange that I am always eager to help you?”

You stare at him, “No! I thought you just liked helping people!”

“I like helping you, specifically. You have never been bothered by my rambling.” Tech replies, “Even my own brothers tell me to shut up from time to time, but you never have.”

“Honestly, Tech, I didn’t think I was your type.” You admit sheepishly, “So I kind of slotted you in the ‘look but don’t touch’ column.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know if you noticed,” You say dryly, “But I’m a bit…flighty.”

“I noticed that, yes.”

“And, like, super scatterbrained. And not all that smart-”

“Do you want to know the first good memory I have of this planet?” Tech interrupts you.

“-uh…sure?”

“The summer dance festival.” Tech says, turning to watch you, “You were wearing this sheer material that reminded me of the ocean, and you were dancing to some type of music that I have never heard before-”

“I remember that. I was the opening act for the little ones.” You say with a small smile.

“It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life,”

“I…really?”

“I think about that more than I should.” Tech admits, not the least bit ashamed.

You press your hands against your burning cheeks, “Oh.”

“If I have made you uncomfortable-”

“No! No! Not at all!” You blurt, and then you giggle, “I’m actually really, really happy.”

Tech pauses, “Happy enough to go on a date with me?”

You beam at him, “I’d really like that!”

A small smile crosses his face, “Then we can work out the details when we are finished here.” His smile grows when he hears you giggling even more.

“Alright! Then we should probably get to work moving the boxes.” You add as you force yourself to get your giggles under control. And then you grin, and quickly dart to his side and press a quick kiss to his cheek, before you pull away, “I have a box cart thing upstairs, let me go grab it!”And as you dart up the stairs, you see Tech press his hand against his cheek, where you just kissed him, and a bubbly giggle slips from your lips. This is the best day ever.

[fatuismooches]

Hello smooches! Before I begin, I wanted to say I LOVED your fragile reader story! And I can’t stop rereading everything you write about dottores beloved because it makes me feel so fluffy inside🥹🥹. Though I was expecting a sad ending it still made me cry like a baby and now I wanna fight but also hug you for how freaking talented you are!!! I swear I wish I could write as amazing as you do!

Now back to business, (ANGST) I had this random thought of fragile reader going blind due to their illness. Like it started slowly, so reader would randomly bump into things or trip causing Zandik or the clones to lightly scold them for being so clumsy but also make sure they’re okay. Or struggling to read one of the stories to little zandy due to how strangly blurry the words were.

And once one of the clones who was assigned to check their health, quickly noticed the deteriorating sign of the readers sight. This of course led to Zandik doing multiple tests and scans, coming to conclusion this was part of the disease fragile reader has. Preforming eye surgery on his beloved wasn’t an option either due to how frail their body was and it would cause far too much strain, therefore deemed too risky.

This would of course lead to fragile reader going fully blind and more in an upset state. Now officially no longer able to see those beautiful red eyes of his, or marvel at his creations.

Dottore however, despite being disappointed by this new obstacle, he doesn’t give up finding a cure. Going the extra mile to have fragile reader escorted around the halls of the lab by one of the clones and having them memorize the place so they don’t bump into walls or randomly end up in dangerous rooms. They would even round some of the edges of tables and desks so fragile ready couldn’t hurt themselves by bumping into it and ensuring all dangerous objects were out of the walk way. Though fragile reader wouldn’t be able to go in the lab anymore due to so many sharp objects and tripping hazards they always find themselves somehow inside leading to the clones panic and escorting them back to their room.

I like to imagine zandy too holding readers hand while escorting them around or even foxttore tugging on reader’s leg and leading them back after getting lost.

Dottore or one of the clones would have reader place their hands on his face allowing them to feel every scar and crevice, and brushing their fingers against his fluffy hair. He would even take fragile readers hand and place it over one of his creations (the safer ones), allowing them to figure out what it is.

Anyways have a wonderful year and thank you so much for the Dottore thoughts I’ve been inhaling them in as of it were oxygen. 💝💝

AHHH!! ❤️❤️ Thank you so so much!! I'm really happy you enjoy my Dottore hehe the goal is to make you feel very very fluffy!! >:) Here's my obligatory *hugs you* ofc ewjfbww I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT PLEASE. I JUST LOOKED AT YOUR ART AND IT'S SO DELICIOUS I'M GONNA EAT IT?? I WISH I COULD DRAW LIKE THAT DOTTORE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING?!?! (BUT REALLY YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME FOR THE DOTTORE THOUGHTS!!)

But omg this whole brainrot is just... 💔 It's just one of those things you'd never thought would happen to you. Your illness had already taken so much from you, that you thought it couldn't steal anything else... you were wrong of course, fate had never been kind to you. You didn't pay much attention to the developing blurs or black spots, just chalking it up to being tired or whatever. However, the segments are extremely attentive to your sudden changes and don't let anything slip by them. Although this time it is already too late. There is nothing that can be done that wouldn't hurt you even more, and so you lose your visual window to the world. And though the segments and Dottore try to comfort you, what can they say that could make it better? Nothing would ever make up for losing such a crucial part of your life. They can only hold you as you cry about how scared you are to lose them. And how you want to wake up every day to them but now a part of that is taken away, no longer being able to see their beautiful faces.

In the beginning, without your sight, you have the need to either consistently hear Dottore's voice or hold a part of his body to feel reassured, otherwise, you feel terrified and alone. You don't want to be by yourself, you end up falling asleep on a segment or Dottore every night. It's very hard for you to navigate but thankfully your lovers are very patient and understanding. You miss going into the lab and bothering them with the experiments but at the least, you can listen to their voices. Their voices become much more special to you after losing your vision. You really start to notice how each of them has different tones, pitches, inflections... and how these things can change. Since you can't read their expressions or body language anymore. You love each of their voices immensely. And their warmth too... it makes you feel reassured. (They make sure to warm their hands just for you.) Unfortunately, the places you can walk around to are a lot more limited due to the fact that Dottore's lab in general is a whole safety hazard. Good thing is that Zandy is always willing to help,, I imagine he's always the one to read to you now... maybe you can't see his drawings anymore but he always takes your hand and places it over them... excitedly telling you about his childish drawings that you love so much!! Giggles the Puffttores as well... dozens of them crawling up your leg to stop you... they and Foxttore will defend you to the DEATH.

You definitely become a lot more touchy, and the clones won't stop you from touching them all over if that will make you feel better. Aww you guessing his new inventions 🥹 It would totally become a guessing game and he'd refuse to give you any hints! And even though you may not be able to see his beauty anymore, you vow to never forget the picture of him in your head.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Lindsay Ellis plagiarized a ndn author

This post isn't a callout and it's only my own post because the OP source I just learned it from, @neechees, doesn't allow rbgs at a certain point on that post.

After Hmbomberguy's expose on Illuminaughtii and James Somerton some people are giving a well deserved eye back to the leftube sphere that was kind of schism-d and held under scrutiny in what I feel was, a lot of the time, misinformed hate campaigns in response to genuine criticism; especially towards Lindsay Ellis who up left after she was canceled and hasn't returned to continuous video making publicly even after people have mostly agreed the hatedom directed for her Raya and the Last Dragon takes was stupid and was erasing actual SEA people's discussions of the culture. To hear and see a decent breakdown of that film's representation problems BEYOND the Ellis-parts because it's worth your wild regardless of if you've seen the movie, please watch the three part video series hosted by Xiran Jay Zhao.

To tl;dr the 2021 drama: people have held an ire towards Ellis for a long time feeling like her and her white-woman base talk over, steal, or just straight up don't apologize for their own racism towards women and ppl of color, and after Lindsay did a problematic by pointing out that Raya and the Last Dragon was like ATLA, people jumped on her.

Being both a longtime fan of Ellis and white as fucc, I personally feel like Lindsay kind of forgave herself and threw out the actual criticisms held against her every bit as much as people just kind of treated her like a punching bag. Or, to paraphrase @padawan-historian's old takes from then, they treated Lindsay like she was trying to be the ENTIRE conversation, not the start of one, and like every possible outcome that could happen over her videos was her fault personally. Some of Lindsay's loudest and nastiest 'critics' were, in fact, other white people or just people who have no good faith in addressing her fuck ups, like Lily Orchard, fe.

One 'Lindsay did a racism'point tho that I felt wasn't truly addressed in full though were claims by indigenous people that she was anti-native, especially in her videos about Twilight and Pocahontas, which yeah at the time I was very passive of you can 100% find post abt that. But then Neechees linked me to an article I, and I think a lot of other video essay-fans had never seen before. This article accused Lindsay of stealing half of her talking points on Disney's Pocahontas from theirs.

When people on the breadtube spectrum talk of Lindsay, even people who criticized her at the time. all kind of agree that the intensity of the backlash was uncalled for and, while not everyone agrees if her public silence is a 'canceling' or not, agree with her need to just take care of herself these days. For those curious, this is the article making this claim:

I am not saying you need to all unfollow and hate everything Lindsay ever touched, mkay? But I also genuinely hope that Lindsay addresses this+comes clean because holy fuck. Unlike Somerton, all I can tell you is I don't just 'believe Windsey wouldn't hurt nobody uwu~'. I am pretty certain that Lindsay care about the topics she covers, for whatever that's worth to say as another whiteperson. It's just that, like Contrapoints, I ALSO think she has a tendency to deflect criticism within that sphere and lump all her negative bagage together. This really sucks cuz not all of us are Lily Orchards or Vaush clones.

Most of us are/were casual watchers of Lindsay like we are Hbomber, Contra, Lady Emily, Folding Ideas, and ToddintheShadows (does he count as leftube idk?) and we really, genuinely don't want to believe that Lindsay stole from + refuses to listen to women of color when they call her out.

Where I like almost everyone in the leftoob analyst sphere that's ever growing and hopefully now weeding out Illumanaughtii-s and Sommerton-s of the world, there ARE controversies within the space that I don't agree with creators on. Some are dumb things like the exact takes Lindsay has about movies n shows that I just up and disagree with her on, Princess Weekes' proshipping apologia that I have LOTS of thoughts on. However, some matters are clearly personal and about maters that just don't involve me. Earlier this year, Folding Ideas and Lady Emily ctrl+alt+deleted some replies they made to Quinton Reviews, making clear that they very much still dislike him based on something that happened between Quinton, Lindsay and I think SarahZ. And by "dislike", I mean also still believeing his former editor over him on who was boundary pushing about who in their relationship. On the offchance any of those creators or their stans somehow see this, know that I'm not going to tell any of you guys how to feel about whatever Quinton did in private I'm not aware of; it's just that I also happen to believe Quinton on this issue and I don't like the guiltybyassociation mantra.

>>>>side note: I hate that every time someone says "I believe so and so after hearing their side now" ppl jump on the "you were just a stan from the beginning and never actually able to listen"-bs. Yeah, being more familiar with one creator over the other means there's bias, sure, but I kinda hate that that once held bias means you can't be held as any kind of source or form your own opinions. <<<

Big introvert vibes ahead: the thing about any big social circle of better-spoken people than you is they ALL seem like a scary meangirl's table from outside looking in. The kind that'll send goons after you with passive-aggressive "this is slander against me and I have the right to be upset abt it sorry if the stans eat you alive". They can also be made out by their fans to be harmless internet nobody's who YOU are at fault for getting mad and staying mad at cuz it's not like it matters on the internet and are clearly just out for drama and 'twofaced' yourself. I think the reality is the same thing that drives every community forward as well as drives them apart: these people are legitimate friends. They stick up for each other the same way we stick up for our personal internet friends whenever there's shit coming their way. The breadtube circle, whoever that is at this point, clearly know some shit we don't about themselves as much as they don't know shit about us and our true intentions. One of them has a platform and responsibility, where the other has power in masses and following them or not. We gotta all make the choices best for us.

Anyway. I guess, if any of the stuff about Lindsay ripping off that writer IS true, I really hope that she admits and apologizes for it. That's not cool to do to her indigenous audience, or even me, one of her white fans who expects actually allyship.

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Craziest hcs for commander cody or hcs no one would expect for him please & much thankyouness🧡

Craziest headcanons for Commander Cody (or hcs no one would ever expect) lmaoooo I don’t know if these are crazy but they’re what I got

Commander Cody is absolutely the funniest Commander there is

Going from that, it’s because he’s unhinged. Everyone would expect it to be Wolffe with his teeth, Bly with his lovesick tendencies or even Fox with his deadpan humor, but Between having to deal with Obi-Wan “I’m going to flirt with every enemy I have and lose my lightsaber” Kenobi and Anakin “violence mwahahahha” Skywalker, Cody had to compensate

Alongside that, he was Obi-Wan’s Commander when Anakin was still a Padawan so at that point, it was either babysit Anakin or be just as unhinged to pull him back

Anakin still can never get anything past Cody

His raised eyebrow has Anakin spilling secrets faster than anything Obi-Wan ever could have done

Cody hates tea. He hates it with a passion and it’s only because he’s friends with Obi-Wan that he doesn’t automatically spit it out

That being said, since Anakin also hates tea, whenever Cody thinks Anakin needs a punishment, he’ll just give him tea and raise an eyebrow

He still does it even when Anakin is a General

Cody started kicking droids when he had to save Obi-Wan from an attack and he had no blasters and a broken hand

It was worth it

Anakin jokes that he was part droid since it never seemed to hurt him and he replied back with “I mean you could with your robotic arm”

Obi-Wan had to discourage Anakin from punching droids

Cody eggs him on when Obi-Wan isn’t looking

Cody knew about Padme and Anakin’s secret marriage within the first week he met Anakin

He let Anakin know with a “I hope you treat her well” when Anakin finished his knighting trials

Cody made sure that Rex was put Captain of the 501st because he knew Anakin would watch his back

Also he wanted to see how long it would take for Rex to break out of the fold of not being good enough because of his blonde hair

Cody once put itching powder in Wolffe’s blacks when he got back from the Malevolence incident to distract him and get him out of his room

It worked

Cody had a black eye for two weeks

Wolffe thanked him later in the war for it because he didn’t know if he would have continued on or tried to March on with his Pack

Ponds tried to explain to Mace Cody’s humor only for the man to say “I see”

Cody made sure to never joke around Mace so that Ponds would seem crazy by his General

He ended up breaking that silent dare when Boba tried to attack Mace

He scooped up the cadet (Boba’s not a cadet but he’s the size of one so Cody doesn’t think it matters all that much) and said “sorry cadet but we have a height restriction. No one shorter than 4 feet is allowed near a Jedi”

Boba hisses like a cat at him and tries to scratch him

“I’m older than you!”

“I’m taller than you.”

He ended up bringing Boba on the ship to avoid the Chancellor from putting him on trial

Boba didn’t appreciate it until Cody gave him a gun and took him on a “specs” mission

It wasn’t a real mission but Cody wasn’t gonna tell Boba that

“Shoot those droids and well leave when you’re not angry anymore”

They didn’t leave till 6 hours later

Boba tried to run away 12 times during his stay with Cody and Cody caught him all 12 times

The 13 time, Cody just gave him a blaster and said the 212th will be there for him if he needs it

Boba didn’t leave despite the opening

He now hangs in the vents and protects the ship when they’re on the ground

Cody owns a handmade slingshot

He uses it to pelt Rex and other clones when he’s bored or annoyed at them

He used it once on Fox and Fox got him back with his own slingshot

He once stole one boot from each of his batchmates at the beginning of the war after they got their paint on it

He wears them when he feels nostalgic

He stole one of Rex’ when he become Captain of 501st

He used to jump out of ships when Anakin was a Padawan to help teach him to catch him before he would splat on the ground

This is why Anakin does it to Rex because he thought since Rex is close to Cody, he wouldn’t mind

Rex does mind

A lot

He never figured out that Cody was the one to ingrain this habit in Anakin

Cody would still jump out of ships if the 212th and the 501st work together

Cody can do a handstand and can even balance on one hand

He believes this to be his greatest achievement

Cody likes to window shop

It’s inconvenient to do when they are at war but if there’s a shop nearby where the 212th is stationed, he’ll get souvenirs for his batchmates

Cody does not get paid yet he still somehow has credits

This is because he made a deal with Hondo to give him credits and he’ll tell him where the best rum is

This is why Hondo kidnaps Obi-Wan a lot

When Cody heard about Obi-Wan “dying”, he didn’t believe it and just told Rex to tell him when Obi-Wan is back - after all, it was his shore leave

The first time Cody met the Bad Batch was on Kamino and it was on complete accident

He ran into them with Nala Se and from their face, he could only assume that she was about to decom them

He stepped in

She let him train them for two weeks to improve their scores and during that time, he got them to work as a team but most importantly, to realize that they are vod as well and vod stick together

He gave them Fox’ and his own personal comm number in case they ever needed anything

He also makes sure to include them in his souvenir gift list

(He’s also the reason Crosshair is a Swiftie skjskjskj - I’m sorry I had to add that in)

He considers Echo and Fives his little cousins due to Rex adopting them and spoils them whenever he sees them

Meaning he tells them all the best prank ideas and covers for them and gives them any item they ask for when they meet

He is the reason they got away with dying Rex’ hair blue

As well as Anakin’s

And Obi-Wan’s

But he’s too smart for them and switched their bottles with his and they ended up accidentally dying their own hair when they targeted him

Cody will barge into Fox’ office randomly when he’s on shore leave and forcibly get Fox to rest

He’ll bribe the other Commanders with alcohol when he comes

Thorn is an expensive Vod though and demands more than alcohol

He is the reason Cody had to start a little black market within the GAR

All that just to spend time with Fox

It’s worth it every time

Cody once tried to matchmake Bly and Aayla at the start of the war because he couldn’t stand their lovesick looks

Turns out they have been dating since Bly got assigned to her and they just are lovesick with each other

Cody almost lost his lunch when he realized

Cody likes to check up on his batchmates when he can

And his batchmates’ Generals

And his batchmates’ General’s Padawan

This is how he was able to talk to Barriss before she did anything risky

He got Gree involved and they got her reassigned after being made a knight to a post where she can help clone medics with civilians and Vod

It wasn’t much but it was enough for her to feel like she is doing something right

He tries to check up on her when he can though Gree is the one she mainly talks to

Cody once convinced his batchmates to eat a bug after Anakin kept doing it as a Padawan

Cody also once drugged Obi-Wan when he stayed up a consistent 78 hours on a campaign

Cody has a count of how many times Obi-Wan has lost his lightsaber and his robes and has flirted with the enemy

Cody once punched Quinlan Vos in the stomach because the Jedi snuck up on him

Obi-Wan laughed

Quinlan got him back when he accidentally dropped one of Cody’s bottles of rum for Hondo

They had a prank war for a solid 7 months before Fox shut it down because he got caught in one of Cody’s brilliant ideas

On the bright side, it revealed Palpatine as a Sith

On the down side, he ended up losing control to the chip and being knocked into a coma for 4 months to finally gain back control

Yea that’s all I have ( @here-comes-the-moose if you don’t mind, i borrowed your HC of Crosshair being a Swiftie and mentioned it here)

Feel free to add your own if you want

[thesockbehindthewashingmachine]

GEOTHERMAL ESCAPISM FIX IT FIC BECAUSE FUCK YOU DAN HARMON

“ It's not a game for me, Troy. I'm seeing real lava because you're leaving. It's embarrassing and I don't want to be crazy, but I am crazy, so... I made a game that made you and everyone else see what I see”

This is a short (and super rushed im so sorry) self-indulgent fix-it fic for geothermal escapism because otherwise ill die/j @starrrgazingbunny if you still wanna read :D

"By the way, when I cloned you, I had to patch some missing parts of your DNA with genes from a homing pigeon."

Troy struggled to hold back tears. "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this," he thought, staring at his boyfriend best friend. Abed met his gaze with gentle brown eyes, and Troy couldn't go through with it. Not again.

"You may notice side effects, like a compulsion to come back."

The words were meant to sound playful, but Troy could hear the hurt in Abed’s voice.

"Not again, I can't do this again," Troy thought to himself, attempting to appear nonchalant as if his heart wasn't shattering into a thousand pieces. 

"Cool," he managed to mutter, in a voice that didn't sound like his. "Clone hug?" He held his arms out, trying his hardest to stop them from shaking.

Abed hugged him tightly. "Please don't let go again," they both thought to themselves, gripping each other for dear life. Troy heard an engine in the background, and Abed released him, leaving Troy with a coldness he hadn't felt in years.

"I know you hate when people do this in movies," his own voice echoed in the back of his mind.

He turned around to see a large boat on wheels, and a man standing on it with a captain's hat. If he wasn’t so distraught he would have noticed that it was LeVar Burton, but at that moment he didn't care about (or see) anyone but Abed. His Abed. His… Friend? 

For some reason that word didn’t feel quite right anymore. 

“No, I'm not doing this again,” He thought, turning back to Abed. He hastily wiped a tear that was making its way down his face and took a shaky breath.

“Abed I can’t”, he whispered. 

Abed tilted his head and furrowed his brows “You have to, Troy. This is your chance to be one person, remember?” he asked, truthfully trying more to remind himself than to remind the other. 

Troy shook his head and wiped his eyes again with his sleeve. “I don’t want to be. At least not that way. Not if being one person... Means being alone.” 

He took another, less shaky breath, and looked up at the man in front of him. “Abed, I’m already one person and that person wants to be with you.”  The pained expression etched on Abed’s face faded into a sad smile. 

 “Troy, I know. And... I want to be with you too. but even though I hate the anguished confession trope, that's what this has to be. Because you need to do this. It's not just the money, it's that you need the chance to see the world. To become your own man.” 

 Abed’s voice stayed calm, but Troy could see the hurt in his eyes. 

“I am my own man. You showed me who I am. I am my own man because you let me be me, without judgment or expectations.”  Troy said, almost begging, even though he still wasn’t 100% sure what he was begging for.

“U-um Troy?” Annie’s voice became apparent, reminding the two that the rest of the study group was there too. Troy quickly wiped his face and turned to her.

“Pierce said that someone would have to be assigned to make sure you don't cheat… but he never explicitly said who. I'm guessing he meant uh... Mr. Burton... But he never put it in writing that it had to be him.” 

She implored, looking between him and Abed with her signature look, saying “It’s him. Take him with you.” 

Troy's eyes lit up, and he saw Abed's expression relax. "You mean he could... could I even ask him to do that? Would he—" Abed interrupted him. "Troy." Troy looked at him nervously before Abed spoke again. "If you asked me to go, I would."

Troy smiled so broadly that his mouth hurt. "You would? I mean, you have a whole life, and I wouldn't want to disrupt that if you—"

Abed interrupted once more. "I would. I'm one person too, and I couldn't bear being without you again." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I have so many scenes that would be perfect for this, but a movie scene isn't what we need right now... What we need is Troy and Abed. And I, Abed, love you, Troy."

Annie and Britta squealed with excitement, but Jeff elbowed them, signaling them to quiet down and let the two share their moment. Shirley clutched her cross necklace and hid a smile. In the background, Duncan handed Chang $20 as they watched.

Troy beamed and responded without hesitation. "I, Troy, love you too, Abed."

 The two of them smiled at each other before Troy stepped towards Abed. “Can I.. Can I hug you?” He asked, arms wide open. Abed nodded hugging Troy as tightly as possible The two of them stayed that way for a full minute before separating, abed planting a light kiss on Troy’s forehead.

"Excuse me," LeVar interjected awkwardly from the boat. "This is really sweet, but I was paid $3,000 in advance for this. What do you want me to do?"

Troy glanced at Abed and then back at LeVar. "Um, I don't know—just go home?" LeVar nodded, stepped down from the boat ladder, and walked toward his car. "Oh, and uh, congratulations you two," he added before waving to them as he left. 

“So.. should we? Do You need to get your stuff first?” Troy looked back to Abed curiously. “We can stop by the dorm before we go to the dock” Abed replied, his arm still around Troy.

The rest of the group takes this moment to run up to the two of them, murmuring “congratulations” and “I knew it”s.

everyone exchanges hugs and goodbyes, and after 30 minutes (and many tears) The two board the boat, smiling at each other before singing: “Troy and abed around the wo-rld”

[heyclickadee]

Random Bad Batch Season 3 thoughts:

1. I’m still kind of into the idea of force-sensitive Omega, partly because: one, I think it would be neat if the clones ended up establishing their own force tradition based on their own culture, apart from the Jedi (I have a head canon that force sensitivity is more of a blurred line and that all the clones are a teeny bit force sensitive anyway) and; two, I kind of like the idea of Hemlock going to do something awful to Crosshair while they’re in Tantiss, and overprotective older sister Omega being so desperate to save him that she has a full-on Carrie-style force-powered freak-out that shorts out all the equipment in the lab and gives her enough of a distraction to grab him and run.

2. I don’t know who’s going to tell Tech what actually happened in the wake of his sacrifice, but when they do, and he learns that Omega got seriously hurt, then got captured by Hemlock, and Cid sold them out, Crosshair remains unrescued (if Tech’s not working on that himself), AND that Hunter and the team are running around without any leads, if they can be found at all? That man is going to become someone’s worst nightmare, spinal cord injury or not.

3. I still hope Wrecker gets to blow up Mount Tantiss. I also hope someone gets to unleash Chekov’s Zillo beast. These things can be related.

4. Please let Hunter smile, bad batch crew. He is suffering.

5. I’m completely prepared to eat my words on this, but I’m kind of leaning towards predicting Omega and Crosshair being out of Tantiss within the first few episodes, the whole team being reunited by or shortly after the midseason, and then the whole thing culminating in a raid on/uprising at Mount Tantiss, so they can free the other clones there, and Omega being the one to come up with the plan on how to do it. She’s good at strategy, and she’s been there once already. And if that’s the direction they go, it could be kind of interesting if Omega’s afraid to go through with it and almost calls the whole thing off, because she’s almost lost every single one of her brothers more than once and she doesn’t know if she can do it again if her plan fails and gets one or all of them killed; but then Hunter, who’s been so afraid to act the whole show for that exact reason, has grown enough by then that he ends up being the one to tell her that they can’t leave anyone behind anymore, and that it’s going to be okay, and believe it when he says it. I don’t know that that specific thing will happen, but it’d be a cool little role reversal.

6. Something about Cid’s betrayal still doesn’t feel right. I’m not saying she didn’t sell the batch out, because she did, that happened, and it was an awful thing to do. But I still think there’s an angle to it that we haven’t seen yet, even if it’s just her beating herself up over it enough to try and fix it.

[tired-night-owl]

Siblings

Here is a fic inspired by this adorably sad comic

Fandom : Star Wars, The Bad Batch 

Pairing : Sibling!Crosshair x Omega 

Summary : The pale haired batchers bond over a long lost memory in their dire circumstances. 

Notes : English isn't my first language so please ignore any errors of grammar or punctuation... I also tried my best with the Star Wars language of object/time/technology but I know it’s not perfect, so if you do find the actual words for what I've tried to say in this small story, feel free to comment it ! 

Words : 1351 

Her words struck him like a blaster shot. Not that he would know how much they actually hurt seeing as he was often found far away from the field, shooting clankers from a safe distance. 

« What did you say ? » Crosshair asked as if he didn’t hear her crystal clear. 

« I said, I remember when you were little » the young blonde girl repeated.

He didn’t know what to reply to that statement, he wasn’t a man of many words usually regardless. His dumbstruck expression must’ve answered for him because Omega continued her recollection of these events he couldn’t even remember. They didn’t have much to do in Hemlock’s lab anyway. Crosshair often too weak or injured to do anything else but listen to her with no strength to fight back the child’s annoying attempts to cheer him up and help him. 

« Nala Se was working on your vitals and charting your growth spurts on some fancy charts. She was busy on her data pad entering numbers and calculating wether of not your were in the normal growing standards she collected on regular clones and on the others batchers too. I guess even back then you didn’t like to be a science experiment because I’ve never heard you as fussy as that before. You kept crying and making those angry noises a baby can manage to make to express their discontentment » Omega remembered the small white haired child screaming at the top of his little lungs with a smile on her face. 

Crosshair shot her a look, softer than usual but still trying to hide any trace of humanity behind those chocolate eyes of his. He lost that act long ago, or at least it seemed like an eternity ago for him. The small clone assured him that it’d only been a month since he sent his brothers the transmission warning them of the danger that would follow. A month since Tech-

He swallowed what he though was a handful of Tatooine’s sand, turning his head so she wouldn’t see his remorse filled face and the shine glimmering in his once so useful eyes. They don’t serve much purpose in those dark grey rooms these days, neither does he. Useless in that cell and naive enough to think he was any more special in the eyes of the empire than he was for the republic. His need to climb this falling ladder cost him everything he had… He felt his face distort by all these emotions he hasn’t let himself feel up until he ended in this cursed sarlacc pit, urging him even more to hide it from the young girl beside him.

The oldest batcher carried on with her tale, staring in front of her in respect for her proud brother.

« You were so tiny, smaller than any of other baby I’ve seen before, so I held you in my arms to shush you. I was never allowed to touch the babies before so I wasn’t really sure what I was doing but you stopped as soon as you realized you weren’t on that cold table anymore. I would even dare say you looked happy for the first time ever since you came out of your growth jar » she teased the sniper in hope of calming the tense chemistry they had ever since the guards threw him in her cell. 

He didn’t flinch. Something she kept telling herself to expect to relieve any disappointment or embarrassment she might feel with all these monologues she delusionally called conversations. 

The blonde cleared her throat and picked up where she left her memories, seeing as her brother didn’t verbally express any opposition to her blabbering. 

« We didn’t have any sure way of telling what your mutation would be at the time but I figured it out when I realized you kept stirring and crying whenever Nala Se would turn on the lights of the nursery lab. So I tried holding you with one hand and putting the other on your eyelids but your sudden silent warned Mistress Se of my transgression… She took you away and placed you back into the incubation pod next to your brothers’ » 

She paused for a while, concerning Crosshair. It wasn’t in her nature to keep quiet for so long so he looked at her, urging her to continue if she wanted to. 

They looked at each other in silence until she broke the small peace they made while sharing this moment drowned deep by the horrors of war. 

« I was never allowed to go near the incubations pods again. Nala Se didn’t bring me for a while in that lab either. It was her way of punishing me I guess… » Omega frowned at the memory of her mentor stern face she kept for a couple or weeks.

« When I was finally allowed back, you had already grown into an introverted and cold toddler that formed a strong bond with your brothers. Then, the next time I came you were already off to cadet training… » 

She didn’t need to finish off the trail of events, he figured out the rest by himself. Boring medical assistant chores and maddening isolation for years until the « first time » He met her. Hours before his world drowned in the savage seas of their home planet. 

Trying to force himself to feel nothing nut anger again at the mention of his brothers and HER abandoning him behind, he found out that he couldn’t feel any of it anymore. Perhaps it was indeed the chip wearing off or that he’s finally starting to accept the fact that she Is the closest thing to a sister he’ll ever have, but no matter how deep within himself he tried to to stir up these emotions, they were nowhere to be found… 

Crosshair was never a rational man either but for the first time in his life, compassion and remorse came to him all on their own. No need for Hunter’s long and boring lectures or Wrecker’s booming voice to yell at him to do and feel the right things. Maybe he didn’t have his moral compasses anymore but the small child beside him was a reminder of what he use to have and chose to throw away. 

« Im sorry » was all he could manage to say. 

He expected her to look at him with round eyes or tease him for this action, which even HE would describe as out of character, so he looked forward not ashamed to meet her gaze. 

She didn’t poke fun though. She understood that it probably took a lot of effort for Crosshair to utter those 2 small words and wanted to respect his struggle. 

He was surprised to feel her small frame lean on him, like he imagined she does with Hunter. The sniper wasn’t much for physical contact and emotional proximity but in this moment, the small action the young girl gifted him was comforting. Probably for both of them too, he reminded himself before breaking the connection out of habit. He had to remember that, even if this rift between his brother and him might’ve started with her in a way, they all risked everything to come back for him. She lost Tech as much as he did and they were both trapped at the mercy of this lunatic together because of HIS choices. 

The grey haired man paused and took a deep breath in before offering the teenager another small piece of solace. 

« And thank you… » he whispered, just loud enough to take it off his chest and for her to hear it in the small metal room. She was just a kid in the end, much like him, she didn’t deserve to feel like the misfortunes both of them had face had anything to do with her. 

They stayed like this peacefully in the calm silence until some lab assistant came to take away either one of them for the day. That would become their own little soothing routine much like when they were younger. 

Holding each other in secret hoping it would lull the other to sleep.

[brown-little-robin]

44: Chapter One

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Safe.

Safe.

The room where Thad found Joseph is bright, with a skylight like the one in the pool room downstairs, and the light reflects from a white floor, white walls, white ceiling. And paintings. They’re Joseph’s work. Thad knows it instinctively, even before he notices the faces of Joseph’s mother and his former vigilante associates in some of them. It’s the colors that gave it away, Thad thinks, vibrant even in the paintings of dull subject matter. Prosaic pears become golden-green delicacies; skies become blue-green heavens; normal human faces glow with warm red and yellow and shades of purple and blue. Joseph’s work is an effusion of color and light that Thad couldn’t pull from his imagination if his life depended on it.

Thad doesn’t know how he found Joseph. Homing instinct, he supposes. This is what it is to have a lightning rod, he supposes.

He can’t breathe right, his nose is so squashed against Joseph’s chest. He’s just… he’s so relieved.

He clenches his fists in the back of Joseph’s shirt. Never, he thinks, never, never will he betray Joseph.

Joseph squeezes Thad so tight Thad’s ribs hurt. Thad takes a shallow breath, straining his ribcage against Joseph’s hands, and Joseph releases him, steps back and signs, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Thad lets out a big sigh. The tension of the hug goes with it. He’s still a little numb, still what Max would call “shell-shocked”, and he’s trembling a little despite the warmth of this room, but he’s okay. He’s safe here.

“What happened?”

“I ran away.”

Thaddeus pauses for a shocked reaction, an old habit hardwired into him. As he expected, Joseph’s eyes grow wide. It pleases him, in a sick kind of way.

He explains, “I yelled at Max.”

Joseph asks, “It went so badly that you ran away?”

“It wasn’t that bad. The argument. It was about my brothers.”

“Bart?” Joseph spells.

“No, the other… clones,” Thad says with something like distaste. Abruptly, he doesn’t feel like standing anymore. He sits down on the white-tiled floor and clasps his arms around his knee.

Joseph follows him down and leans against one of the cupboards that line the walls of this room. Thad sighs.

Joseph doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything, so Thad says, “They killed the others. Did you know that?”

Joseph nods.

“It was self-defense,” Thad admits quietly.

He’s sure it was self-defense. That’s… the whole point of Inertia. To force the Flash into lose-lose situations. If the Flash dies, fine, a win for the Thawnes. If Inertia dies, the Flash killed another Thawne, and it’s another grievance against the Flash. Another meaningless reason to be angry.

Thad is angry, but not at Max. Not really. He’s not even angry at the Flash anymore. He’s angry that there’s been so much death for nothing.

Thad digs his fingers into his leg, feeling the denseness of his living muscle. His body is a miracle and he doesn’t know the point of it. The spirit in the speed force sent him back, alive—why?

Beloved.

If he is beloved of the speed force, why didn’t the speed force keep him?

He shuts his eyes. He never met the other clones in the speed force, and he doesn’t know why. He didn’t even get a sense of any presence other than Barry Allen and certain other adult spirits. Maybe the other clones just got absorbed. In which case, why didn’t he? Was he too stubborn? If he’d let the lightning and wind kill him immediately, would there have been peace afterwards? Did the speed force spit him out because he was annoying it, a little knot of anger and selfishness in its vast expanse? But the spirit said beloved, and he got the feeling that it wasn’t speaking on its own behalf.

A snap of fingers brings him out of his miserable reverie. Joseph asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Thad says automatically. Then, “Yes.”

He stops. Joseph waits.

There’s too much to talk about. He can’t get any of it out.

“I’m just… I don’t…” He struggles to find something he could say that would explain this knot of bitterness in him. It’s too complicated. He falls back on an old phrase he used with CRAYDL: “I don’t have enough information to draw conclusions.”

“OK. Do you want a hug?”

Thad laughs. Ridiculous. As if the injustice and confusion of it all could be put off with a hug.

He does kind of want a hug, though.

He nods. Joseph slides over next to him and wraps him up. Thad lets his bodyweight rest limp against Joseph’s shoulder.

It does make him feel better, weirdly enough. The clones are dead at the hands of the Flash, but Thad isn’t in the hands of the Flash anymore.

[samdeancass]

Chilli Fries

Requested on Quotev

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Albedo, Y/N, Ben

Description: After being mistaken as the bad guy, Y/N takes Albedo to get chilli fries.

“Why do you guys always think that I’m the bad guy?! Doesn’t it ever cross your mind that maybe I’ve changed?!” 

You and Ben were standing opposite Albedo, who seemed to be up to something shady. Ben scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “Maybe that’s because you are usually the bad guy. You’ve done nothing that could make me change my mind.”

Albedo’s shoulders sunk a little at his words. You never usually trusted Albedo but something, this time, seemed to be different. He held his hands in the air in surrender. “Whatever it is you think I’ve done, I promise it wasn’t me.” 

Ben rolled his eyes and readied the Omnitrix. “You really think I’m going to fall for that, after everything you’ve done?” Just before Ben slammed down the watch you ran and stood in front of him. “What are you doing, Y/N?! Get out of the way!” 

“No, Ben. I really think he’s telling the truth. There’s something different about him this time. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but he’s not the one we’re after.” Ben’s hand wavered a little at your words but he soon shook his head and regained himself. 

“No, Y/N. He’s still the same old Albedo. Once a bad guy, always a bad guy.” You narrowed your eyes. “Oh, really? Then what about Kevin? Is he still a bad guy?” “That’s completely different!” “No, it’s not and you know it! You just can’t stand being wrong!” 

Ben huffed and shook his head. “Please, Y/N, move out of the way or I’ll move you myself.” You smirked and readied your powers. “You can try, Benjamin, but we’ve done this before and it didn’t end well the last time.”

You both stood in a fighting stance, never breaking eye contact until Ben wavered and stood down. “Alright, Y/N, you win. But if it turns out you’re wrong...” “I’m not.” Ben shook his head and walked away, defeated. 

You turned around and smiled gently at Albedo, who was looking very confused. “Why did you do that?” You smiled gently. “Just, this time, there was something different about you. I knew you weren’t the cause of what’s been happening.” 

Albedo nodded in thanks before holding his stomach as it gurgled. “Wanna go and get some chilli fries?” His eyes lit up and smiled. “How did you know?” “Well they are Ben’s favourite food and you are his clone, so I sort of figured.” He smiled and followed you to your car.

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You were both sat opposite each other outside Mr.Smoothie, Albedo inhaling the fries. “I didn’t actually realise how hungry you were.” You laughed as he stopped eating and slowly swallowed with wide eyes. “Sorry.” He took a sip of his smoothie and sat back. 

“Thank you for taking my side today. I didn’t think that you would believe me.” You shook your head. “You don’t need to thank me. I have a gut feeling about that kind of stuff and Ben knows that. He just can’t stand being wrong. But I am curious, what made you change?”

Albedo sat forward a little and leaned on the table. “I guess I realised just how much harm I was doing and it changed something in me. I don’t want to hurt people anymore or take control of the world, I just want to live a normal life.” You leaned forward and placed a caring hand on his.

“Thank you for telling me that. I know it can be hard opening up to people who you used to hate. Trust me.” Albedo smiled and squeezed your hand. “Thank you for listening. And for the record, I never hated you. It was just you were with Ben, and I didn’t really like him. You were actually the only one I liked.”

You blushed slightly and looked away, shyly tucking hair behind your ear. He tucked his fingers under your chin and turned your head to face him before planting a gentle kiss on your lips. He expected you to reject him and move away but instead you deepened the kiss, leaning over the table and placing your hands on his cheeks. 

You both moved away and smiled at each other. “That is definitely not how I thought this evening would end.” “You and me both.”

[my-morai]

I am equal parts excited and terrified that we get two bad batch episodes this week.

[zoeykallus]

Tech - Thank You For Loving Me 28 - Daddy Tech

Tech x Fem!Reader FF

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Some time has passed and your little daughter is growing fast and she seems to have a lot of genetic traits of her father, she is developing motor skills and speech very early and pretty fast.

Echo and you are on the road, a little sightseeing, something to eat and so on, to unwind a bit. Since you're alone with Amy most of the time, Tech has offered to take over parenting duties completely and solely for this one day so you can recharge your batteries. Somehow he wasn't really prepared for that. Amy's got a pretty good handle on her daddy.

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Big thanks to @600yearoldlovecraftianhorrorshow who did the beta reading!

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Warnings: Very Fluffy / Daddy Tech (duh ;P )

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What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

Part 23 - About Making A Baby

Part 24 - It’s Going To Be Okay

Part 25 - Returning A Favor

Part 26 - Baby Fever

Part 27 - A New Life

Part 28 - Daddy Tech

The first few months were stressful for both of you. Everything was new and unfamiliar, but Tech found a rhythm surprisingly quickly, which made everyday life easier for both of you. Amy was a relatively calm child, slept through the night early and didn't cry much. She was, generally, surprisingly uncomplicated. The first two years went by pretty quickly, almost frighteningly so. Suddenly, Amy wasn't quite so calm and uncomplicated anymore.

"Amy?"

Tech walked through the Marauder looking for your daughter. She had wanted to watch him work, but quickly got bored and sneaked off when Tech was distracted. She liked to hide on the ship, and liked to force Tech and his brothers to look for her.

"Amelia? This isn't funny anymore. Little lady, come on out."

You were traveling with Echo today. The last few days you had spent full time with your little Amy, you needed a little break, at least a few hours, talking to adults and acting like an adult to recharge the batteries a bit.

Tech had never really been alone with Amy before, but he though that it couldn't be too hard. He had said quite candidly that you were welcome to spend the day with Echo. He had it under control. 

But now it didn't feel quite like that.

The Marauder was no playground. Amy could very well get hurt here. Slowly but surely, panic began to creep up Tech's spine.

"Amy, please!” he called, “Amy where are you? Daddy's been looking for you for so long!"

He heard a soft, muffled giggle. So she was nearby. Energetically, he shifted his goggles and concentrated.

"Amy? Little Amy? Where are you, my little monkey?"

Another giggle.

He peered around a corner.

"HA! There you are!"

Amy's dark curls bounced excitedly as she giggled and squealed. She had definitely inherited her hair from the clone gene pool.

"You took out your hair clips again," Tech noted with a sigh.

Amy grinned from ear to ear, pressed the pretty hair clips with the sparkles into his hand and said, "I don't like them"

"But why not?"

"They pishi"

"’Pishi’? What is that... Do you mean ‘pinch’?"

Amy nodded and darted between Tech's long legs into the hallway.

"Wait, don't run away again!" he called after her, nearly desperate.

Amy was moving a little too spiritedly. Even though her motor skills were already well developed for her two-and-a-half years, she stumbled and fell down on her knees on the metal floor.

"Oh dear," Tech muttered, and a moment later he heard the bitter crying.

"It's okay, honey, it's okay," he said gently, taking her carefully in his arms and stroking her back.

"Come on, you can sit on my workbench and we'll see if you hurt yourself".

"Mommy! Mommy!" Amy cried, and Tech felt guilty that he hadn't been paying more attention. But kids fall down every now and then, and there was no stopping that.

"Daddy's right here, Amy", Tech said, concerned and gently sat her down on his workbench.

"I want Mommy," she said through her sobs, sniffling.

Tech asked her gently, "Don't you love Daddy too?"

Amy thought for a moment, then said, "Yes I do, but when I have ouches I like Mommy better."

Tech smiled and said, "But Daddy knows a lot better about boo-boos"

Amy looked at him doubtfully.

"Really?"

Tech nodded and looked at her knees. They were slightly red, but there were no open wounds or scratches. Amy had mostly been scared, not hurt. He smiled at his daughter in relief.

"No visible ouches, but I can put some ointment on your knees and hands if you want, it's nice and cool, then it will stop hurting very soon."

Amy's face was still wet with tears, but she was already distracted again. She’d spotted the cup of lollipops Tech had standing on his workbench. Whenever she was particularly good, or learned something new, she got one. She reached for the cup with a pouty sideways glance at her Daddy.

"Daddy, can I have a lollipop now?"

Tech just gently stroked the ointment on her tiny knees and looked at her little face.

"Okay, honey, as an exception."

"Lollipops? Hahaha! Is there another one for me?" rumbled Wrecker, stomping into the room.

"Uncle Wekaaah!"

Wrecker laughed heartily.

"Hey Tiny! How's it going? Oh my! Who has tears all over their face?"

Amy pointed to her knees, "Fell down. Ouch."

"Really? Good thing your daddy knows so much about ouches!"

Amy beamed and held out one of the lollipops, which Wrecker gratefully accepted, before opening one for herself and popping it in her mouth.Tech lovingly wiped her face clean with a damp cloth and kissed her on the forehead.

"See, all is well again"

"Thank you, Daddy."

She then looked directly at Wrecker and asked, "Can we play with Lula and Mimi?"

Wrecker laughed. "Sure, if it's okay with your daddy," he said.

Lula was still Wrecker's stuffed animal. Mimi was Amy's stuffed animal. Sometimes, Wrecker would play a kind of puppet show with his niece.

Tech smiled, actually pleased that Amy was once again  somewhat distracted.

"Of course. But you stay close to Uncle Wrecker. Don't run away again".

Amy solemnly raised her little hand and said, "I promise."

@ben-is-a-hoe

@kaminocasey

@nunanuggets

@hypnoash

@brynhildrmimi

@livi-s

@ttzamara

@thebadbatchscyare

@rexandechosandwich

@mybigfatspoonielife

@clone-whore-99 @chxpsi

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@andyoufollowyourheart

@kaliel2310

@misogirl828

@tech-deck

@loverofclones

@thebahdbitch

@meshla-madalene

@stardusthuntress

@ladykatakuri

@thebahdbitch

@tech-deck

[vodika-vibes]

Another request. I finally found hesitant love prompts for my hesitant Darman. You made him hesitant and now I’m obsessed. He’s so sexy.

“would you like to go on a date?” “i could do a date.”

Him asking of course.

Pretty Please💕

Will You Date Me

Summary: Darman's been avoiding you, and his brothers decide to do something about it.

Pairing: Darman Skirata x Reader

Word Count: 595

Warnings: Fluff

Tagging: @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, there's only so much I can do with some prompts. But you sent another one that will probably be longer when I write it.

Divider by Saradika

Darman has been avoiding you.

You’re not sure why. You’ve been treating him the same as you always have. The same light flirtation. The same casual conversation. 

But whenever you enter a room and he’s there, he runs off in the other direction. And you’re pretty sure you saw him backtrack rather than pass you in the hallway.

And you’re at the point where you kind of want to shake him and demand answers.

You fold your arms over your chest, and you glare at your datapad, like it was its fault that you’re in such a foul mood. It’s not, but it’s not like you can glare at Darman…on account of him avoiding you.

Your mood plummets even further.

You look up when there’s the sound of something happening in the hallway outside your office, and you blink in surprise as the door slides open, and Darman is shoved into the room, and then the door slides shut again.

“What the actual fuck?” You blurt.

Darman spins on his heels and stares at you for a moment, before his gaze flickers to somewhere above your head, “Uh…my brothers are idiots,” he offers by way of explanation as his hand moves to the back of his neck and he rubs it. It’s a nervous habit that all of the clones share, you’ve noticed.

Your heart sinks, he won’t even look at you.

“I…right.” You say slowly, “Just…did I do something?”

“You…what?” His gaze snaps to your face.

“You won’t talk to me, you avoid me in the halls…and now you won’t even look at me.” You say slowly, hurt creeping into your voice, “If I did something to offend you-”

“You didn’t.” Darman replies quickly.

“So…what? You just decided that you don’t want to be my friend anymore?” You ask, the feeling of hurt growing.

“No!” He takes a half step towards you, “No. It’s not…it’s not like that.”

“I want to go on a date with you.” Darman blurts.

You blink at him, twice, “You…”

“Want to date you, yes.” Darman replies, “And I kind of…panicked.”

“You want to date me but you won’t even look at me?”

“I was worried you’d say no…that you’d laugh at me.”

“You haven’t even asked!”

Darman frowns at you, “Would you like to go on a date?”

You lift your chin, “I could do a date.” And then you fold your arms, “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“No more avoiding me. No more pretending I don’t exist, because that hurts.”

“Done. I won’t do it again.”

You smile at him, feeling lighter than you have in what feels like ages, and then you get to your feet and you walk over to him. “Then yes, I would love to go on a date with you.” You stand on your toes and kiss his cheek.

He sighs and smiles at you apologetically, “I’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“I forgive you. But I won’t be half as forgiving if you do it again.”

“Well, I can promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” You favor him with a warm smile, “Now, get out of my office, I have work to do.”

He laughs quietly, “Yes ma’am.” He drops a quick kiss to your forehead, “I’ll grab you at the end of the day and we can work out the details?”

“Sounds like a plan,” You reply warmly. And then Darman grins at you and leaves your office, and you have to smother a giggle. Though you don’t bother stopping your excited spin.

Finally. Finally you have a date with Darman!

[nimata-beroya]

If you're still taking asks for the WIP game:

Unbroken (Andor/Rebels), Rough Awakening (TBB), and A reason to fight (Kalluzeb) please! :D

For you, @takadasaiko of course, my darling!

From UNBROKEN (Chapter 2, I think) [This is what happens when you write no linear bits and pieces instead of the whole chapter in order 🫣]

Kallus hesitates to key the code that unlocks the cell doors, prison-wide.

"What are you waiting for?" Cassian asks.

"Are you sure about this?" Kallus shoots back, over his shoulder.

"Yes. The guards will scramble and hide like rats once the chaos starts."

Kallus raises a brow, skepticism shinning in his eyes, probably still confident in the Imperial efficiency despite having defected a few months ago, so Cassian adds, "Not my first rodeo in a prison break."

Cassian sees curiosity taken ahold of Kallus. He knows that the ex-imperial is filing the information in his head, and will ask about it in another time. Andor isn't looking forward to it. He hardly talks about his time in Narkina 5.

From ROUGH AWAKENING (Chapter 5):

“The chip had been malfunctioning for what I can guess. According to your med droid, this had happened to another clone before.”

The unexpected mention of that incident hits Echo like a physical blow. Az-3 told him a while ago how Tup’s chip degraded and malfunctioned, making him carry out what Echo suspects is Order 66 untimely and kill General Tiplar on the spot. That’s what led Fives to investigate the inhibitor chips and to his death. It’s futile, but Echo can’t help thinking that if he hadn’t been blown up in The Citadel and taken as prisoner by Tambor, he might’ve been able to save Fives. Together, they would’ve uncovered the conspiracy… saved the Jedi and even perhaps ended the war. Most importantly, prevent the rising of the Empire.

Echo allows himself to dwell on that fantasy a second longer before whisking it away. It’s pointless to brood over something he can’t change. Fives is dead. For much it hurts him, his brother won’t return from the dead as Echo did.

And from A REASON TO FIGHT (which should be a one-shot, but who knows 😆)

Kanan slips out of his meditative state as soon as the door of the room slides open to admit Ezra. Blind as he is, Kanan can’t see his Padawan’s expression, but does feel the worry and slight annoyance plaguing him through their Master-Padawan bond. Feelings that are similar to the one Kanan also experiences. Ripples of anguish and anxiety in the Force are pushing against his mental shields, stabbing with maddening insistence. His headache has grown steadily since the Spectres came back from their mission, with one of them hurt.

“Kanan, we need to do something!” Ezra whines.

“I can’t stand it anymore. He’s in so much pain.”

“I know, Ezra, but I don’t think he’d welcomed our help right now. We need to give him some space. Hera is keeping an eye on him and will let us know if she needs backup.”

“But—”

“Sit and meditate with me.”

Ezra lets out a groan. “Yes, Master.” He does what he is told and settles on the floor across Kanan with the exasperation that only a midager can muster.

Send me an ask with one of these titles that most intrigue you, and I'll post a little snippet or tell you something about it!

[kazumahashimoto]

Do you think angeal is a hypocrite? Personally I don’t understand it. Angeal never intended his death to be honorable, genesis said they had no honor multiple times… he views himself as someone beyond redemption. It feels like it reduces angeal’s honor down to virtue signaling, when he meant every word even in death, it’s just he didn’t view himself personally worthy of those beliefs… he never lied, the definition is comparable to a liar or a fraud, which I don’t think is the intended message of angeal’s character.

I AGREE!!!!!!!!! completely

like i LOVE the wing reveal moment with "then what should an angel fight for, zack? what do angels dream of?" like he's not being hypocritical here, he's stopped viewing himself as a person. even humoring zack in seeing him as an angel, that still makes him not human. the next lines of "please, tell me!" "to be human." always get me.

and even when he says "we must destroy all those who create suffering, and i created my own suffering" he says WE and includes himself, he still holds onto those views even as he sees himself as being unworthy of them now. he's kind of grasping at straws here for a reason why he needs to die, but i don't think it's like in opposition to what he stands for. he's desperate and hurting and still clinging to what he's based his life around.

and i completely agree i don't think he was ever trying to have an honorable death fit for a hero, certainly not when he doesn't view himself as a person. he turns into penance specifically TO dehumanize himself and further justify why he has to die. even the NAME penance, he's trying to absolve his guilt, confessing the sin of being born inhuman. it's not hypocrisy, it's not that he doesn't still believe in dreams and honor, it's that he doesn't fully believe they can apply to him anymore, and he feels guilt for living.

so he has zack kill him, because zack IS worthy of those ideals, zack HAS dreams, he IS honorable. zack, to him, is more deserving. zack is human, and zack is good. i think also, he views zack killing him as a kind of final test, to see if zack will be okay without him. if zack can kill him, then he's taught him everything he can. and, if zack can kill him, he who creates suffering, then zack is even more worthy of his ideals. angeal cares about zack immensely so this moment, to him, is an intimate one. it sets the standard for the many many angeal clones to come die at zack's feet as well.

calling angeal a hypocrite feels a bit reductive of zack's character as well, don't you think? makes his death a bit empty, if this whole time he's been chasing the false ideals of his dead mentor. i really don't think that's what they were going for like. at all. zack IS meant to have had an honorable death, he finally FINALLY managed to save someone, this was him finally becoming a hero. when he dies he asks angeal if he's done it, if he's a hero, and the conclusion we're meant to come to is YES.

SO! no i don't think he's a hypocrite. i think he was self loathing and a bit selfish, certainly, but he believed in his ideals the whole way through. he doesn't die because his morals didn't align with how he actually behaved, he died because he felt like that couldn't actually apply to him anymore, and his continued existence would be sinful because of it.

[writercels]

The Time to Confess

An Omega and Hunter in a short piece on the bittersweetness of family

Safe for general audiences. Just a bit of fun illustrating a headcanon that I’ve not been able to get out of my queer little head

Warnings:

It’s a coming out fic, so not much warnings past prepare for cuteness as I give Omega what we all wish we had. <3

Here it is on AO3, and it's also hiding beneath the break!

Chapter One

Omega had been trying to work up the courage to say this for who knows how long. The weeks had rolled by into months, and still, Omega had kept silent.

But for how much longer?

Ever since pinpointing it, where everything stemmed from, putting a name to the menace, Omega knew something had to be done.

I can’t find the words. It’s never a good time. There’s always something happening.

Not this time, Omega vowed silently, walking up to where Hunter had been fiddling with his knife.

Hunter noticed Omega’s standing there without even having to look up. But he did look up, and smile at the kid who had followed the Batch around since that day on Kamino when they first ran into each other in the corridor. The newest member since they had welcomed Echo into the fold.

Except, Omega wasn’t much of a kid anymore. Hunter couldn’t remember off the top of his head just how many years had passed, but Omega had to be at least fifteen if not sixteen.

“What’s up, kid?” Hunter said, smiling and putting his knife away, showing Omega that he was present and listening.

Something felt off, and Hunter immediately picked up on it, and his smile changed to a slightly concerned frown. 

“Omega?”

Omega hadn’t said a word yet, rather seeming content to stand there, feet shifting from side to side, lip absently being chewed, and no words being said.

Hunter held out his hand to Omega and, after a moment, Omega took it, and Hunter saw tears welling up in Omega’s eyes.

“What’s the matter? What happened, are you hurt?” 

How am I supposed to tell you? Omega’s thoughts were a torment.

SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING. You’re worrying Hunter. 

“I-” Omega’s voice cracked, but Hunter waited, listening intently.

“I have something I want to tell you.”

“Of course, kid, what is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

Is this what it’s like to have a father? I never had one but since travelling with you, I’ve felt loved, at home. You and the Batch are my family and I love you all more than words can express. You’re my brothers, I trust you, I know you love me too, yet…

Why can’t I say this to you. Why can’t I say this to anyone, Maker, I can hardly say it to myself.

“Hunter, I’m… I’m not-” Tears choked Omega’s voice and Hunter brought Omega into a hug. 

“It’s all right,” he said, standing up and putting his hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Take your time.”

Say it, say it, say it.

The mantra spun itself around and around Omega’s mind, strangling out all other thought.

“I’m not a girl.” 

The words blurted and came out flat and jumbled. 

Hunter’s eyes went wide and he furrowed his brow. 

“All right, then what are you?” 

Kriff, why can’t you just explain. Start from the top, Omega, let him know. 

Taking a few calming breaths, Omega slowly continued.

“I mean, I’m not— I don’t want to be— I don’t feel—”

Hunter didn’t interrupt, he didn’t try to make Omega rush, he just waited patiently, watching the kid he’d been like a father to for years struggle for words. 

“I don’t want to be your sister— I’m not your sister— I’m your brother, part of the vode, just like all the others.”

Freedom. Omega’s heart lifted simply from the confession itself.

Now the hard part.

Omega looked up into Hunter’s eyes— searching for any outward sign of the taller Clone’s thoughts. 

Please, please, please.

Hunter didn’t say anything for a while, silently watching his fellow Clone.

“Of course, vod. Do you want me to go with you when we tell the rest of the Batch?” 

Omega smiled and hugged himself to Hunter.

“You’re the best brother I’ve ever had,” Omega said, his voice cracking again as a new wave of tears made its way past the lump in his throat.

Hunter hugged Omega back, lifting his brother up in a move that would have made Wrecker proud. 

“I’m glad to have you as my little brother, Omega.”

Omega laughed a little, looking up at Hunter— who knows how much longer he’d be able to do that before he eventually passed his brother in height—, “You do remember I’m older than you?” he said, with a small smile.

“You’ll always be vod’ika to me.”