#week 11

[darling-flora]

ready for sunday night 😏

[kissesforjoeyb]

he looks like a little kid who asks if you have games on your phone 😭💕

[taevincii]

😚😚

6’6 grown man but he’s just so adorable to me 🥹

Mike Nowack

[ilovejustinherbert]

Chat, it's a dub! 😭

[weekly-watchdogs]

#11 ANNOUNCEMENT!

I've been doing this for a while and honestly I'm getting tired of it. It's also a bit overwhelming with things I have going on, like school and other personal stuff

so I will be taking a break from drawing watchdogs every week, idk for how long, could be weeks or months BUT I'll be back

thank you :]

[sarahsmi13s]

The Surfer and the Paramedic

paramedic!jake 'hangman' seresin

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

when jake was a kid he had wanted nothing more than to play pro-baseball. he loved the sport and worked his tail off to succeed. and he had great prospects to go pro. he had already committed to the texas longhorns, going to college to further his experience before going pro. he never thought he would need a back-up plan... not until his senior year when a raging storm tore through texas and devasted the towns in its path. jake and a few of his friends had made the horrible decision to chase it. only for it to turn around and chase them. the memory of the event is hazy. the visuals of it anyway. the pain? jake remembered it vividly. his leg, from the knee down, had gotten crushed by debris. it was a devastation to his life plans, his dreams. the debris crushed more than his leg... but something came out of that. jake had been saved. his got to keep his leg because of the paramedics and fire/rescue team that managed to pull him out. and that is where jake found a new opportunity. and that's where he met you. the surfer who would change his life as he saved hers...

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hey guys! i know i don't usually leave comments under these but i did mention in this post that this will have a fic to go with it! and once i can get the muse to cooperate with me on things, i will have it written.

and i do want to apologize for not getting this up last week like i said i would. i haven't been feeling quite like myself lately, but im trying to get back to it because i want to share my ideas with anyone that wants to see them. 💜

[justinherbertobsessed]

Justin’s Temper 🥵

[lifblogs]

After

@summer-of-bad-batch Week 11 Prompt: "I didn't think I would get this far." Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1909 Summary: Tech has gone missing on Pabu, and his family tries to find him, helping him away from a dark path. Author's Note: Okay, so this fic alludes to suicidal thoughts, but never uses the word. However, despite the heavy topic, I think this is tame enough without any graphic depictions of even catastrophizing thoughts or nightmares, that if this was an episode, older children could watch it, and might even need it to relate to. I'm sticking by my rating here. (Also, happy Tech Tuesday, everyone!) READ ON AO3

Hunter awoke to Omega shaking him. It didn’t take long for him to come to full consciousness thanks to all his years as a soldier, but the sleepiness still lingered in the back of his mind.

“What is it?” he asked. “Is everything okay?”

“I think Tech’s missing.”

Hunter shot up out of bed.

“What? Why?”

“Well, he’s not anywhere in the house. I already looked. I thought I heard him leave hours ago, right before dawn.”

“And he isn’t back yet?”

Omega shook her head.

“Are the others up?”

“Mostly. Crosshair’s still grumpy.”

Despite the perhaps dire situation on their hands, Hunter gave a small laugh. “When isn’t he grumpy?”

Omega leaned against him, but then grabbed his arm and started dragging him from the room.

When they got to the kitchen, Wrecker and Crosshair were already there. Crosshair was leaning over, like he was protecting the mug of caf in front of him, its steam wafting into his face.

Omega sat in Hunter’s chair at the head of the table, and Hunter leaned against their counter, arms crossed.

“Are we absolutely sure he’s missing?” Hunter asked.

“Well, he’s been gone awhile,” Wrecker said. “And he, um…” Wrecker stopped talking, turning his head away, scars jagged in the morning light.

“What?” Crosshair asked, tone venomous.

Wrecker was rubbing the back of his head, and Hunter leaned forward slightly, seeing the guilt that crossed his face.

“Last night wasn’t so good for him,” Wrecker said. “He mentioned not feeling like himself anymore, and that he was scared, and the nightmares wouldn’t leave him alone. I’m not sure he slept at all. And he seemed on edge, or… maybe like he was planning something.”

Hunter’s stomach plummeted.

“We need to find him. Crosshair, Omga, search lower Pabu, take Batcher with you. Maybe she can sniff him out. Wrecker and I will take Upper. And I’ll contact Echo, see if he’s talked to Tech at all recently. He could be trying to leave Pabu. Or…”

“Or worse,” Crosshair sighed, getting to his feet, readily abandoning his caf he loved so much.

Omega’s face crumpled, and she gripped Hunter’s hand hard when she got up.

“It’s all right,” Hunter told her, even though he wasn’t sure it was all right. Tech could be— No. He’s not. Don’t think about that. “Tech’s gonna be okay. We’ll find him.”

Hunter was the only one not dressed, so he rushed to do that as Crosshair, Omega, and Batcher left.

Then, he and Wrecker headed out.

“Let’s talk to Shep first,” Hunter suggested.

Wrecker nodded. “Good idea.”

The sun that usually felt so nice on Omega’s skin, like a brilliant, comforting warmth, now had arms that gripped her tightly, its presence oppressive.

“Do you think he’s—” Omega started as Batcher loped off ahead of them.

“No,” Crosshair cut in, almost immediately banishing the dark images in Omega’s mind.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.” The situation was making her moody. Plus she was due for her period soon, and she now recognized that she got emotional right before those.

“Of course I do, because I’m thinking it too. He’s alive. He  has to be.”

Tech didn’t have many friends on Pabu these days, and Phee was away on business, so they didn’t have to bother searching houses or talking to many people.

Though, the fishermen and workers at the docks mentioned seeing him early, probably while the sky was still gray.

“Which way did he go?” Crosshair asked the bearded man before them, who was busy feeding Batcher a fried fish.

He adjusted his hat. “He took a boat out, heading southeast. Boat’s still missing.”

Someone else heard their conversation, a younger woman with skin darkly tanned from the sun. “Should we send out people to look for him?”

Omega could tell Crosshair wanted to say they had it covered. It was in the tight way he crossed his arms, the severe line of his mouth.

Omega tugged on his sleeve, imploring, and he looked down at her.

“Yes, that would be good,” he ended up saying. “I’d like to take a boat out as well.”

No one had a problem with this, and soon Omega, Crosshair, and Batcher were in a skiff, heading across the ocean. Omega leaned against the rail, letting the salt spray cool her somewhat. Her other hand idly petted Batcher, who was beside her, excited to be out on the ocean.

Knowing Tech had taken a boat out didn’t make her feel better. He could be anywhere, could have done anything to himself out there.

“Did Tech talk to you at all?” Omega asked.

“Why would he talk to me?”

“Well… you both went through traumatic experiences. You’d understand.”

Crosshair surprisingly didn’t seem to harden, to shield himself, as he looked at her. His face softened, and his eyes grew wet.

“So would you.”

She hung her head.

The reason she’d heard Tech leave so early was because she couldn’t sleep. The first half of the night had left her plagued with nightmares that made it so she couldn’t even move, body so afraid it froze her completely. And the rest of the night was spent trying to banish the dark feeling in her chest, the fear grazing across her skin. Nothing had really worked, and she was tired, could feel it in her eyes, and the way the lines of what she’d been trying to read blurred together. Trying to sleep in the early morning hadn’t done much, and she still felt terrible from it.

And now she felt even more terrible because her fear and anxiety had kept her from seeing what Tech was up to. He’d needed help, and she’d just been useless, frozen and afraid in her own bed.

“It’s not your fault,” Crosshair said. “You’re a kid. It’s not on you to take care of these kinds of things.”

“But how could I not?” she said. “I’m trained, just like you.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is? I’m older than you.”

Crosshair rolled his eyes. And Omega felt heat rise in her.

She huffed and turned away, leaning over more, hoping the water would cool her intense feelings. Batcher put her front paws on the rail, mouth open, tongue lolling. Omega petted her, actually paying attention this time because what else was she supposed to do with this anger?

After a lot of silence from Crosshair, Omega’s anger had dampened, and Crosshair said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

She sighed, and sat on the bench across from him.

“I’m already upset. That’s the problem. Or, I guess Tech is. I’m scared, Crosshair. I’m really scared.”

Her mind conjured up horrible images, kicking up her heartbeat, her breathing faster and shallow, and her throat ached, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Omega wanted to curl into herself, and cry, but a soldier wouldn’t. So she didn’t.

Crosshair took a break from steering to put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m scared too,” he admitted.

Time seemed to pass too slowly, yet too quickly all at once. Maybe Tech’s life was slipping away from them.

When Pabu was almost completely out of sight, they found a skiff similar to theirs, bobbing on the waves.

At first Omega couldn’t see anyone in the boat, and her heart beat wildly, climbing up into her throat. Batcher started barking, telling Omega to search harder. Then she saw a lone figure, and she straightened, trying to get a good look at him.

Oh, thank the stars, it was him!

“Tech!” Omega called.

He didn’t respond.

Crosshair’s answer to this was to get in close, and lash the two boats together before jumping over to the other one. Batcher followed.

“Tech?”

“Tech?”

Tech lifted up his head, somewhat surprised that anyone had found him. Batcher was licking him, and he gave her a few pats. Crosshair took a seat across from him, and Omega rushed over to give him a hug once Batcher settled down. Tech returned it with numb arms.

Omega pulled back, and he turned his head away again, somehow ashamed he’d been found, that he hadn’t done what he had originally came out here to do.

There was darkness in his chest, and hot fear beating away in his body. His body. How odd it was to call it that, what with all the parts that were missing, all the scars, all the cybernetic and mechno “enhancements.” He knew some of them were technically aids, and they allowed him to walk, and see, but they were parts that were forced onto him by… by… Him.

Tantiss was years away now, and he’d tried getting used to his body, had talked to Echo about it over his comm chanel again and again, had tried to train, and even do fun things with it, like playing on the beach with Omega. Still, he wasn’t the same as he was. And he never would be again.

Tech hated his body today. Had hated it all night. Had tried ripping his mechno-fingers off in a frenzy, before remembering them they were anchored to his joints in his hand. He’d even tried wrecking his mechno-leg, but its design was perfect. Trembling fear had begged him to damage his cybernetic left eye, but that was when he couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t want to be here, but he was. Somehow he was, and his family had found him, like they’d found him before.

He took in a shaky breath, looking at them, seeing the signs of aging—the few new wrinkles on Crosshair’s face, Omega’s height—and he knew he himself had those signs, his hair graying.

How am I here?

Tech felt numb at this point, and not one with… with the body he was supposed to be in.

Before he could really understand it, he was crying, and Crosshair held his arm, rubbing it, and Omega came in for another hug. Batcher licked his hand, not fazed by the mechno-fingers.

“What’s wrong?” Omega asked.

Tech wanted to laugh and say, Everything.

Instead, he found words that somehow explained it all, getting out through his tears and his aching throat, “I didn’t think I would get this far. I never thought I’d make it, that I’d live. At—at times I wasn’t sure if…”

Despite what he had originally planned to do, he couldn’t get the words out, turning his head to look at the waves and their cold depths below.

“Me either,” Crosshair admitted.

Tech looked at him with a new light right then. They’d talked—of course they’d spoken of that place, but…

“But it’s okay,” Omega said, words shaky as if she didn’t truly believe them. “We all made it out. He’s gone. We’re never going back.”

“So what do I do?” Tech asked. “What am I supposed to do now? Even now I’m not always used to living here.”

Omega took his hand, looking at Crosshair, and he seemed to know what she was thinking, and he nodded. “We can find out together,” she said.

“Let’s get you home,” Crosshair told him.

Home. Perhaps he would like to go home.

Tech nodded, and Omega stayed in his boat on the way, assuring him that maybe there could be more than just surviving, that there was an after that he could be a part of, and it could be worth living for.

[atla-animal-of-the-week]

Week 11

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Week 11: Rec a work in progress!

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[dangraccoon]

The Greatest Honor

Week 11 ~ Christmas Life Day vacation ~

Word Count: 747 Content: brief suggestive themes, 18+ MDNI, teasing, marriage proposal

@clone-wars-winter-challenge

Mando’a Guide: cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling

“Seriously, Cody,” you whined. “Where are we going?”

Your partner simply smirked as the two of you made the jump into hyperspace.

“Where’s the fun in telling you that?” he chuckled.

“It would be nice to be able to anticipate… anything about this trip you’ve planned out,” you huffed.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise!” 

That smug bastard. You had half a mind to wipe that goofy grin right off his face. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “Can you at least tell me how long until we get there?”

“Just a couple hours.”

“Then I’m going to take a nap,” you told him as you started to walk back to the bunks in the back of the ship.

“You know,” he started, with that tone. He was somewhat terrible at flirting, but you could always tell when he was trying. “We’ve got a couple hours to kill, all by ourselves…”

He let the implication hang in the air.

You chuckled, walking back to him in the pilot’s chair, straddling his lap. You could feel him growing to strain against his pants.

“Are you going to tell me what you have planned?” you whispered.

He whimpered as you rolled your hips. “That- that’s not f-fair.”

You loved how flustered he got any time you took charge. It wouldn’t win you over this time. “Then you can take care of this,” you rolled your hips again and he sighed. “By yourself for now.” You winked and pressed a peck to his cheek, before getting up and walking back to the bunks to nap.

You woke to his gentle touch cupping your cheek. You hadn’t realized how cold you’d gotten until you were nuzzling against his constantly warm hand. 

“C’mon, cyar’ika,” he laughed. “We’re here.”

You groaned as he slipped his arms under yours, pulling you from the bunk. 

He smiled at you as you found yourself upright. He walked over to the bag he’d packed for you–he’d even refused to let you pick out your own clothes–and pulled a few items from it.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you a thick jacket, a hat, and gloves. “You’re gonna need them.”

“Cody, what are you up to?” you chuckled as you did as he asked.

“You’ll see.”

As the ramp lowered, you were met with a sight you hadn’t seen in… maker, you didn’t even know how long.

It was nearly twilight, the sun hanging low in the sky, painting a soft, warm palette over the snowy landscape. Your eyes landed on a nearby tree. Its trunk was thick and tall, with endless branches stemming off, covered in snow and ice rather than its usual blue leaves and white flowers. It was beautiful, but your eyes welled up as you realized what seeing this tree meant.

“Is- is this?” you stammered, pulling your watery gaze from the sight to face your partner’s wide smile. “Oh, Cody, did you bring me home?”

He nodded. “You said you missed the seasons and winter on your planet, so I thought maybe you’d want to–”

“You thought right,” you whispered breathlessly, pulling him into a long kiss.

You pulled away, smiling as he seemed to take a moment before letting his eyes flutter open. 

“I got us a hotel in town so we didn’t have to sleep on the ship,” he told you as he brought you under the tree to a wooden swing.

“How long can we stay?” you asked.

“There’s a week-long festival for Life Day, but we can stay as long as you like.”

You laughed. “Maker, you really did plan it all out, didn’t you?”

Cody chuckled, his hand fidgeting in his pocket.

“What?” you teased. “You look nervous.”

Cody scoffed, shaking his head as he said your name. “Cyar’ika, I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me.” He took your hand in his. “I wasn’t built for this kind of thing. I was made to be a war machine, a ruthless killer, but then the war ended. And you found me,” he chuckled. “I was a goner the second you started talking to me.”

Realization started to click in your mind, only to be confirmed by the way he lowered to one knee.

“You are everything to me,” he said, using your full name. “Just to be near you for the rest of my life would be the greatest honor I could ever dream of. Will you marry me?”

You just about tackled him. “Yes!” 

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[darling-flora]

have you ever tried... this one ?

[kissesforjoeyb]

prettiest man on earth 🧡

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[taevincii]

The Hottie Super Bowl is upon us ✨🐅⚡️

Here’s what went down last time

Who will come out on top of me?

[ilovejustinherbert]

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