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uponrightful · 2 years

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Phantom Squad - What Gets Their "Special" Attention?

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Summary: Sure... Phantom Squad is nothing if not well-trained to avoid distraction. But that doesn't mean they're invincible. They've all got a weak spot, it's just a matter of what you're doing that they just can't help but notice.

Omen:

The Commander isn't one to be easily distracted by most... trivial things. He's practical in that sense, but a difficult nut to crack in another. With his walls built high and impossibly thick, it's nearly impossible to get a great impression from Omen right off the bat. But there is one thing that really gets his attention right away.

A hot-girl strut.

The kind that lets everyone know you're aware of just how good you know you look without ever saying a single word. Slow and deliberate steps with your hips swaying. High heels or combat boots, it doesn't matter to Omen. He'll see and hear it from a mile away. It's the perfect blow to a Commander who sees people shy away at his mere proximity to them. People are constantly afraid of him and it's been forever since someone acted like his presence wasn't utterly threatening.

For a while, Omen attributed it to the way he was conditioned to snap to attention when a superior walked into the room. Their heels clicking in warning and a hanging feeling of suspense in the room. seconds before their arrival. But years later, long separated from orders and reporting to a superior who actually had the guts to reprimand him, he still had the same base reaction. Only the lingering effects adjusted to one of intrigue instead of duty.

He loves a woman with a lingering power. Someone who knows exactly what they're doing making such a grand entrance like that. Effortlessly garnering respect and undeniable sex appeal. And don't think for a moment that size has any effect on Omen's opinion. Hip dips or a thigh gap, tall or short... The Commander couldn't complain either way. Hells, he's going to stare either way and feel the slightest bit of a buzz in the back of his head the entire time.

Wraith:

The Lieutenant has had his fair share of opportunities to enhance his taste in... carnal sights. He plays a lot of Sabacc to win extra credits for the squad, and without a table of opponents, it's hard to make a significant profit. Normally, he's got his head down in his hand of cards and focusing on the sweat beading on the other player's foreheads and their twitching fingers. Wraith is a fantastic bluff, but he's even better at faking his own tells consistently enough that even if he plays you one hundred times, you'll never catch him. It's one of his most valuable assets when on a mission where capture and interrogation are always a threat.

Even if you're not playing Sabacc against him, being able to determine if he's lying about something catches Wraith's attention -and his gaze- right away. He's going to be shocked at first that you picked up on it quickly. But you won't visually see that no matter how taken aback he is. Most people never can tell and leave a table broke; Wondering how he's able to play bad hands so well. If you're not only good enough to call him out but not let any of the other players at the table know about it. You've simultaneously earned Wraith's respect and now you're playing a game of two. No matter how many people have been dealt in. If you're handling your own against him, soon people will start folding out. Aware that something between the two of you is going on, and they're smart enough to bow out before they get caught in the mental crossfire.

Add in the idea of winning against him? Now you've really got Wraith's undivided attention. He won't ever let you out of his sight.

Now. If you're just having a conversation with him, and he decides to start playing some of his little games. The rules are far different. He'll definitely start by making some subtle attempts to see if you just made a really good guess, or actually knew. Wraith's not shy about it either. He's not above shamelessly flirting, and he'll make your ears burn with the things he says to catch you off guard and make you spill.

Wraith isn't afraid to play dirty. But... the possibility of either of you losing in that particular situation is rare.

Revenant:

Revenant is a jumpy guy. There's an element of shell shock that clouds his demeanor and overall disposition in everyday life. So suddenly popping up behind him or anything surprising is not only a no-go, but it could be slightly dangerous. Revenant isn't trigger-happy, but it's still best to air on the safe side around him. That being said, hearing someone with a soft voice instantly grabs his attention. Out of the Phantoms, Rev is the most observant. He sees and feels things much quicker than the others, and most of the time those senses aren't leading him to believe something good is about to happen. So if he hears a voice that's soft, quiet, maybe even a little timid... He's going to have quite the reaction to it.

Despite his aptitude for being the most friendly of the Phantoms -which isn't saying a whole lot- he's certainly not going to say anything to you. Or give you any idea that he's even noticed your presence. But he certainly has. He's relishing in the sound. Damn-near drowning in it really. Gentleness isn't something Revenant has much experience with. So he's without a doubt going to stay within earshot of you for as long as he can manage it without feeling like he's going to be confronted about being lurky... or just downright creepy.

If you were to confront Revenant about it, he would be a bit short with you. Never even thinking about mentioning that he just really took a liking to your voice. Add in the possible intimidation that comes along with seeing a man like Rev, and he's going to do everything he can to keep you from feeling uncomfortable. Or risking your silence. He couldn't get his head around you not speaking all because of him. After some serious acclimation however, Revenant isn't afraid to ask you to talk to him. Stating very openly that the sound relaxes him. Eases his nerves. Steadies that constant feeling of tension in the depth of his mind.

Ghost:

Being the deep-minded man he is, Ghost spends a lot of his time reading, mapping star systems, daydreaming about all the places he'd like to go to, and keeping a detailed list of all the places he's been and what he liked best and least about all of them. As a pilot, the different sectors are all something of an opportunity. He's constantly thinking about it. Even at the gentle dissuasion his brothers give. (They don't want him to get hurt when he never gets the opportunity to go everywhere and see everything he wants to.)

You're going to catch Ghost's eye if you like to write.

He's a really deep thinker, and he's a great talker as well. But getting words written down in a meaningful way that someone else can understand is a struggle for him. So seeing someone like you confidently writing, seemingly lost in your own world of imagination is infinitely interesting to Ghost. He knows staring will create a lot of attention whether it's meaningful or not. But you're not watching him. You're far too blissfully preoccupied. So that's all that matters to him. He can handle anything or anyone else that wants to make something of it.

Ghost likes to imagine what you're writing about. How you're able to create worlds just as detailed as the ones he's visited all over the galaxy, without ever having to see them with your own eyes. Make light of situations that are otherwise gruesome... Terrible. The things he's seen -and done- would make fiction look totally unbelievable. So having the opportunity to see you weaving a story right before his very eyes is entrancing.

If you're to the point that Ghost opens up enough to tell you a few of his fantastic daydreams and visions of planets to visit, it would be utterly shocking for Ghost to see you write them for him. Bring his thoughts to life. Flesh out the pieces he's been unable to express. Bring tangibility to the sensations and feelings that he can't quite unblur in his tangled web of thoughts. Ghost wouldn't know how to respond at first. But rest assured, he wouldn't ever lose sight of those written words. He'd keep them close or somewhere safe at all times. Treasuring them and always keeping his eyes peeled on you, wherever you are, hoping to always catch a glimpse of creativity and imagination working itself out right before him.

Specter:

Specter isn't the type of man to get struck by any romantic interest easily. You're not going to impress him with makeup, hair, clothes, or even a flirty attitude. He's the least likely to get flustered over anything, and it's more likely that one glance from him will have you sweating from nervousness. Unapproachable is the key word to understanding what it's like to be in the same room as Specter. He's stiff. Cold. And for a lack of a better word, threatening. Moreso than Omen by a long shot. His smoke grey armor and thin visor give him a particularly menacing look. One that someone like you would only approach if all your other options were even more unfriendly.

You're only going to get Specter's attention if you're running to him as a defense.

Maybe it's someone who won't leave you alone at a bar. They're not taking no for an answer, and they're not buying the lie that you told about having a boyfriend who was "going to show up at any minute". And you've seen other girls pull the stunt before, even a couple of your friends have randomly picked a stranger to pose as their significant other just long enough to ward off any unwanted attention. But you're not quite that certain a regular guy would do something like that for you. And even then, if something bad were to happen, none of them have any physical protection like the grey-painted trooper leaning his back against the wall across the room. Or a few blasters hanging from his hips for that matter....

Specter sees you coming from a mile away. Fearful and nervous eyes focused practically everywhere but on him. And a quick gait that adds to the frantic body language you're displaying. He's also well aware of the man trailing behind you. Specter's wondering just what your plan is, and if he's correct in the assumption brewing in his mind. He's stunned when you walk right up to him and put on a serene smile and give a casual greeting. The sight of his helmet tilting in question doesn't bode well for you, and you try to make the point a little more clear. Slipping an arm around his waist and giving a vague comment about "wondering why it took so long for him to show up".

At first, he won't play into it. Standing stiff and resolute against your advances. But if the man trailing after you decides that the sight of you curling yourself underneath him isn't threatening enough, he's not above scaring someone just for the fun of it. Especially when they're threatening an innocent woman. Even Specter won't cross that line. He'll immediately spin both of you around, putting himself between you and the man. Creating a shield for one, and a lack of personal space as well. You can't see his face, or really any part of him for that matter, but you're certain he's staring right at you. You're about to say something. Maybe thank you, or explain what's going on. But Specter beats you to it with a dangerous voice and a mocking tone.

"You think I'm safer than him?"

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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@uponrightful with Phantom Squad.

This is after a request made about the squad to get to know them, but everything you get to read about this squad is awesome and it really is well worth the time to read about them and to also sent in asks about them. https://uponrightful.tumblr.com/post/693241825870430208/phantom-squad-obsession-time-what-do-they-do

A completely OC spec ops clone squad you say? I'm already sold based on the names alone. This is such a cool concept, and I happened to scroll across their designs and am already hooked. I am gonna have to check their stories out! Thank you for the rec!

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#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #star wars #the clone wars #tcw #fanfiction #fan fic #clone trooper ocs #clone ocs #phantom squad #OC Omen #OC Wraith #OC Ghost #OC Revenant #OC Specter

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fanoflotofstuff · 1 year

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Squad # 4 - No One Mourns The Wicked - Masterpost

Organized by @cloneshippingbigbang

Writer: Me

Artist: @anstarwar @flowerparrish

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 33,838

Pairing: Dogma/Tup

Tags: songfic, Clone Trooper Reconditioning, Clone Trooper OCs, Coruscant Sucks for Corries, Reconditioned Tup, Fox Kills Chancellor Palpatine, Major Character Death (Palpatine), Clone Trooper Control Chips

Summary: Tup has been reconditioned before- he had once been a Corrie Medic named Trill. Regardless of who he was and who is now, he has a deep, fierce loyalty to his vod’e and the Republic. He falls in love with fellow Trooper Dogma- then… Umbara happened and Dogma went away. He meets a Corrie named Specter and feels starts to flourish as the war ends.

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cynthiaandsamus · 5 days

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Just gonna dump some musings about my very very old edgy teenager Danny Phantom OC to document him for no one really but myself.

David Masters, recently adopted son of Vlad Masters transfers into Danny's school with a Future Trunks-ass haircut and fashion sense that screams that he thinks the early 2000s Celtic Cross emo girl is the greatest thing ever. His ghost alter-ego is Shadow Specter, turning his hair black with red accents and curling both sides of his haircut into spiky C-shape with one side flipping up and the other side flipping in the same direction like a lopsided super saiyan and a sort of half-cape that ends around his upper back. Despite being Vlad's adopted son the two don't like each other very much, David being a hollow replacement for Danny and he knows it, making for a strained relationship to say the least despite him generally doing what Vlad tells him to.

Power-wise he's basically a midpoint between Danny and Vlad, basically given a few months of intensive beatings labeled as training by Vlad, the 'showing the ropes' he offered Danny on their first meeting allowed him to get the hang of his powers a lot faster than Danny but he lacks the practical experience and versatility Danny has and has a penchant for getting easily angered and frustrated during fights as opposed to Danny's dry quipping. His signature ability is the power to manifest an ectoplasm sword similar to Fright Knight's but designed by an emo teenager with curves bent into a gentle S shape and similarly curved handles that make it look flame-like despite being solid. His first encounter with Danny goes pretty well and he's able to outmatch him at every step but gets absolutely bodied by the Ghostly Wail which ends the fight in a draw since David flees and Danny is too exhausted to give chase. David essentially flies straight to Vlad and is like "Why the FUCK didn't you tell me he could do that!?" and Vlad's very petty about it saying that Shadow Specter is supposed to be better than Danny in every way and doesn't need the handicap of a full briefing which basically puts some serious tension in their relationship right off the bat.

Throughout various skirmishes Danny slowly catches on to his tricks and is able to exploit his emotional vulnerabilities, though brief flashes show Shadow Specter's eyes glowing red when he becomes really angry, leading to a rage mode that makes him a good deal stronger at the cost of what scant rationality he has, even increasing the size of his muscles and ectoplasm blasts when he really gets going. David knows he's only a placeholder until Vlad can either convert Danny or perfect his cloning technology and his frustration, ruthlessness and instability grows. He hasn't had the time to mature or the support network Danny has and despite being technically stronger he's always just coming up short. This frustration peaks during one of his encounters with Danny after Danny's figured out how to use his ice powers to create makeshift weapons to block his sword and he goes absolutely ballistic eyes turning red as he slashes his sword and ends up ripping a hole to the Ghost Zone, sucking him and Danny inside.

Exhausted from the fight, the two realize they have no idea what part of the ghost zone their in or how to get back to either of the two portals they know of. During this David de-ghosts and lets Danny see he's been one of his classmates all along, not someone he really had any meaningful interactions with but it helps hit home that he's a kid just like him. With some time to reflect, Danny tells David that his voice changed recently and that's why he can use the Ghostly Wail. He says there's been a lot of changes going on with both of them lately (simultaneously solidifying the ghost/puberty metaphor) and that eventually these changes will stop and they'll get used to them, but that doesn't mean that how they handle them doesn't matter. He's noticed his own powers growing in a direction Vlad or his future self could never have predicted because he lived through the pain and angst of being a teenager, and how David's have been growing in response to his anger in frustration, making him feel good and strong when he's angry and vengeful. Danny says he doesn't want to be someone like Vlad, someone buried in revenge and obsession, he doesn't want to live in somewhere like the Ghost Zone, a literal dimension of grudges and regrets, and he doesn't think David should either. He reaches a hand out to David and offers to help him break away from Vlad and his anger so they can both work through these changes together.

David stares at Danny's hand in the silence of the Ghost Zone for what seems like forever, transforming into Shadow Specter one more time and slashing at Danny, coming inches from his neck and ripping open another hole back into the real world. Fleeing from the blow, Danny escapes back to his hometown and looks back to see Shadow Specter standing on the other side of the closing rift in the Ghost Zone with tears in his eyes, believing he's too far gone and resigning himself to the realm of grudges and regrets he's created.

#ooc #Danny Phantom #I made this guy when I was like 15 so yeah he's a Gary Stu but oh well

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manasurge · 8 months

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My Characters

Thought I might as well do this since I like how a few of my in-game characters turned out, so here's my roster so far (subtracting a few that are in limbo). Tried to put it in order to most to least used. I'm not one to make my in-game characters as OCs, but I still like to give them a name/aesthetic/theme that matches together (and colour-coordinated) so it sort of seems like they could (also for fashion wars reasons. Name above their respective images below). Also I like giving them singular names. (oh gosh I really hope this automatically shrinks the length of the post bc it's not giving me the "Read More" option >_>') My Main: Vespaura (Mesmer/Mirage). Crystal Bloom/Branded themed. Still waiting for proper crystal aesthetic looks lol (none available in game atm are what I'm looking for). I'm pretty much on her almost all of the time since I'm a ho for Open world and I love GS lasers, clones, portals, and evasion hax (I'm squishy so I need the survivability and sustain, and I tag almost everything, so it works well when doing metas and stuff).

Mourynn (Necromancer/Scourge) - This is the one I took my OC's name from lol, so it's funny seeing her in game bc I forget sometimes lsjflksf. I Tried to make her look like an infected/toxic/poisonous Awakened Nightmare Courtier Duchess, and the squiggly tentacles are meant to portray turning into the necrotic glider below. I really wanna get her a bunch of Mordy and Zhaitan leggies (one day~)

Ferahla (Revenant/Renegade) - I actually updated her back piece and colours a bit since this new back piece was released bc it fit her look much more. I tried to make her look gnarly (also this outfit makes her look a bit nakey, but I'm kind of okay with that tbh alsjflskdjf), and I'm trying to match her to the Chuka leggy for whenever I get around to finishing it. Renegade is also one of my favourite specs cuz I like being at ranged and having the support of Kalla and her Lesbian Warband.

Faihan (Ranger/Soulbeast) - I still adore her look and her name is one of my favourites too. I was sort of going for a pheonix/firebird Hunter (bloodborne) kinda vibe. I couldn't decide between capes so she has one for Power and one for Condi. Also it's tricky to dress for leather armour, so I like how this turned out.

Vaipaura (Mesmer/Virtuoso) - All my mesmers have similar names bc I think it's funny to headcanon they're just different AUs of each other (not gonna show Chrono here bc she's in Limbo. Her name is Vastaura). I wanted to give Vaipaura a Regal Canthan Noble Madam kinda vibe (also I just love the combo of this outfit and backpiece). She also has Exordium cuz it also matches this look too. However I still heavily prefer playing Mirage bc despite this one being great for DPS and very neat. It's just super squishy with not a lot of survivability/sustain and no clones to distract, and it feels so slow, but regardless it is still fun to play as well (I just miss spamming dodge all the time :( I also miss my clones)

Mortesque (Necromancer/Reaper) - I'm not 100% sure if this will be the final look for her or not, but I was mostly just trying to match her to Zhaitan's Bite when I finally unlocked it a little while back. As you can tell I really like greatswords (the only 3 leggies I have are GS lol)

Shroudryss (Thief/Specter) - My newest sapling. I'm stll not 100% sure about the outfit, but it'll do for now. Specter is really fun!! I really like fancy magical mobile classes. I need to play thief way more tbh since it's more of less up my alley (this one will be my first to go to)

Jadesta (Engineer/Mechanist) - Her name and look are very on the nose. HOWEVER I am proud of the name I gave to her mech: Caladborg (also I really like the Aetherblade look here and at least it's easy/fun to give her stuff for fashion wars)

Prismysta (Revenant/Herald) - I wanted to make her fit the pretty pearlescent look of Glint's facets, and I did want one light-themed cute character. Also there was just so many pretty pieces that wouldn't work with Vespaura that I thought it'd work well for her!

Hexirax (Thief/Daredevil) - I still super need to change her name bc it for sure as hell does not suit her at all lmao!! But since I still needed a pink Sylvari, I thought it would be funny to make it my Daredevil (also the weapon worked well for this so I made her Sakura themed. Her outfit is still subject to change if I find something better)

Vallotash (Guardian/Dragonhunter) - Still not sure what to do with her yet (might switch her elite spec, idk yet), but I'm still super proud of her name and I forgot I made this look on her. I like the colour combo, and I still might keep it (subject for change tho, but I don't hate it)

#gw2 #sylvari #my characters #Lol my other ones are a bit ignored atm but the first handful are my most used (Vespaura especially)#I've never really showed them off before so I thought I might as well while I'm here #I'm proud of how a lot of them turned out and a lot of their names #Fear my army of plant lesbians!

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anstarwar · 1 year

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Squad #4 CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek

Excited to get to share another collaboration for the CSBB! This time with the lovely @flowerparrish and @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

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Title: No One Mourns the Wicked Author: @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan Read By: @flowerparrish Cover Art By: @flowerparrish Art By: @anstarwar Rating: E, 18+ Pairings: Dogma x Tup Tags: Songfic, Clone Trooper Reconditioning, Tup/Dogma, Clone Trooper OCs, Coruscant Sucks for Corries, CC-1010, Marshall Commander Fox, Reconditioned!Tup, Fox Kills Chancellor Palpatine, Major Character Death (it’s Palpatine), Behavioral Control Chips, CloneShipping Big Bang, Tup/Dogma Summary: Tup has been reconditioned before- he had once been a Corrie Medic named Trill. Regardless of who he was and who is now, he has a deep, fierce loyalty to his vod’e and the Republic. He falls in love with fellow Trooper Dogma- then… Umbara happened and Dogma went away. He meets a Corrie named Specter and feels starts to flourish as the war ends.

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So that no one would know what happened, and to adulterate the scene so that it was shown that it was Separatists that had killed the Senator and the... the Corrie vod'e. The Shiny almost felt sick to his stomach, that he had, unknowingly, killed fellow vod'e.

The soft shells had no chance against highly skilled and deadly commandos- and this showed it to him quite clearly. The shiny hunches his shoulders a little and follows after the slicer-engineer and helps them with cleaning up after the mission.

They leave the bodies of the Senator and the vod'e where they lay and then head back to their ship. Their Sargent, then contact Marshall Commander Fox and informing him that his squad will be arriving to take the Senator Thri'kresh to a safer location in two day’s time- their ship is still a couple days out from docking with Coruscant.

The Shiny Commando marvels, while trying not to cry or vomit or scream, about how well his ori'vod and Sargent can lie to the other vod. The Demolitions expert- the most chatty of the three ori'vod'e in Theta Squad tugs him in for a hug.

They watch him- likely monitoring him so he won't do something stupid. The guilt eats at him, the numb, shocking horror of it. Not that he would say a word of this to anyone. Opsec- for one thing, and another... no one wanted to be a vod-killer.. and he is one.

The Corries are scrambling- three squads of Corries- which had been sent to protect Senator Thri'kresh- who had been in a Senatorial hiding house in one of the safer lower levels were all found dead- as well as the Senator.

Trill is one of the medics checking over the dead- and the slicers are going for the coms and hteammatesfootage- which is a bit grainy and shows that Separatist Commando Droids had slain all of their vod'e and the Senator.

Kark. The Chancellor and the Senate are going to be displeased with their failure to protect the Senator, admittedly Senator Thri'kresh wasn't popular for their Outspoken views on wanting a more peaceful resolution and for vod'e protections.

Theta squad comes waltzing over a criticizing them for their failure to protect the Senator and their complaints about how they didn't have a mission anymore and this better not go on their records as a failure- when it was due to the Corries that their mission charge is dead.

At least- that was the Demo expert and the Combat engineer complaining, one of them was silent- if a bit twitchy, while the Sargent was just watching the situation with his arms crossed and disapproval radiating from him.

"Are you going to help us carry out the dead or just bitch at us?" Sargent Byte of the Corries snaps at the complaining Commandos.

"No- it's not our mission duty to carry failures out." The Sargent said coldly as he turned on his heel and left. His squad fofollowedfter their Sargent, the Shiny Commando pausing, looking back at them, before being grabbed by the Demo expert and tugged along with them.

#cloneshipping big bang #cloneshipping event #tup/dogma #no one mourns the wicked #csbb22 #cloneshipping big bang 2022 - 2023 #collaboration #sneak peek #coruscant guard #reconditioned clones #tcw

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swinging-through-the-stars · 7 months

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JUST A BIO FOR MY OC FROM MY SITH LUKE AU

NAME: Tann Vrei AGE: 23 (as of 10 ABY -- Born 7 BBY) GENDER: agender PRONOUNS: they/them SPECIES: Twi'lek/Human/??? Hybrid HEIGHT: 6ft 5in (1.95m) HAIR COLOR: navy blue (pale brown at patches) EYE COLOR: coral (irises), light green (scleras) SKIN COLOR: light blue with pale-peach patches dark periwinkle/light brown freckles on face NOTABLE RELATIONS: Cha'lana (Twi-lek Cousin) Grandfather (Unnamed) AFFILIATIONS: Acolytes of the Beyond (formerly) Neo Galactic Empire (currently) -Luke Skywalker (Sith Apprentice/Royal Guard) FORCE SENSITIVITY: Tann is Force Sensitive as far as they can do the following things: -Able to tell when others are also Force Sensitive -Heightened dexterity, speed, and senses Tann cannot use the Force to manipulate outside objects/forces with their mind. They also cannot tell someone's mental/emotional state using the Force beyond being able to tell that someone just has it.

PERSONALITY: Tann Vrei is a very externally resilient being that grew up apathetic to struggle as a survival mechanism. They only show a reverence toward personal interests such as with the Sith, often manifesting in disinterest or even flippancy toward anything else. Tann finds a thrill in egging situations on, honing the skill to know exactly when to bail for survival. This ability often makes them useful on the field, but also makes Tann very unpredictable and untrustworthy. Even when Tann pledges loyalty to Luke Skywalker and his empire, they still are not afraid to banter with their superiors.

BACKSTORY: Tann grew up in the Outer Rim in the wastelands of Taris with their Grandfather, who often told Tann tales from the Clone Wars. Scrapping and scavenging to survive, Tann developed an even deeper interest in the past. They would often find themselves spending more time finding various items to collect rather than trade. Tann began to find any resource of sentientology they could get their hands on and took a liking to occult history. By the time they were a preteen, Tann began to get more in touch with their cousin Cha'lana, an Outer Rim scavenger specialized in sourcing illegal ship parts, weapons, and raw material to bigger clients in the outer rim. After sneaking themselves aboard Cha'lana's ship against her wishes, Tann quickly began to prove themselves as a valuable asset, mostly since they were extremely quick to take bigger risks for bigger rewards. Becoming accustomed with higher risk missions, Tann began to connect with underbelly groups on Taris and nearby systems. Because of their height, Tann would often get away with lying to these groups that they were older than they were, and would take up different identities to prevent themselves from being traceable. Tann would keep their home base on Taris, often filled with trinkets, occult memorabilia, and even some rare plant species that they found in their escapades. Tann often would grumble to Cha'lana, who would help them with Twi'lek customs and language, that they were not as interested with their own familial history, partially because they didn't want to go through the effort of trying to think about it. After the Battle of Endor in 4 ABY, Tann joined the growing cult the Acolytes of the Beyond. Tann became enthralled with finding Sith artifacts and Sith specters, their interest in the occult group turning into an obsession. Tann liked the risk of brushing near the mysterious Dark Side of the Force and of searching for rare lost items that apparently would grant non-Force users dark power. They also had previously had a growing fascination with the Galactic Empire's Darth Vader, and enjoyed the freedom of expressing their positive interest in the Sith Lord while in the cult's attendance. For a little over a year Tann rose in the group's ranks as a stellar finder of artifacts. Tann used their skills to their advantage, often turning over less than they found, keeping many relics and location information to themselves. Tann eventually heard whispers among the group that their dishonesty was being found out, and so, before they got into hot water, Tann stole from the Acolytes and fled. While in hiding from their former group, Tann returned to scavenging, particularly in junkyards filled with Imperial Star Cruisers. While infiltrating a New Republic Ship Depot in 5 ABY, Tann came upon a disguised Luke Skywalker, who was also infiltrating the Ship Depot personally to collect intelligence left behind on the star cruisers. During an escape from the New Republic, Skywalker took note of Tann's abilities, as well as their reverence for the Force and the Sith. Skywalker offered to hire Tann Vrei personally, eventually manifesting in Tann becoming his apprentice and personal Royal Guard.

OTHER FACTS: -Tann dyes the light brown patches of their hair to match the navy blue of the rest, but sometimes roots can be seen. -Tann's favorite material is lace. -Despite showing apathy toward their familiar ancestry and origins, Tann showed intense dedication toward their Grandfather and cousin, often leading to more risk-taking behavior. -Tann is loosely based off of Frank Abagnale Jr. from the movie Catch Me If You Can.

#tann vrei #star wars #star wars oc #sithlukeau

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dickarchivist · 4 months

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Hello dear Archivist!

I’m quickly falling in love with your boys, and I love everything you’ve written for Ghost & Banshee 💜 But after reading your NSFW ALPHABET post for the squad, I can’t stop thinking about Specter…

If you’re feeling up for it, I’d love to request a little fic for him (SFW or NSFW… which ever feels right 🥰)

Since he seems a bit more guarded than his brothers, what would falling in love look like for him? You mentioned he loves photography & is known for taking pictures of everything, so would his artistic hobbies be influenced by the person he’s falling for? Would he know right away, or would the feelings sneak up on him?

Thank you 💜 (@wings-and-beskar)

Vermillion

Clone oc Specter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1305

Prompt: How does Specter fall in love?

Rating: PG-14 for swearing, but minors DNI as always 🔞

Contents and Warnings: swearing, Specter being broody and jealous, a break up (not with Specs), laughing, being silly together, passionate kiss, split lip (not graphic)

Summary: Specter's in love with you, every little bit. He'd do anything for you, say the word... but he wants to make sure you're not going to break his heart.

Author's Notes: Specter's POV!!!! He's so rude, I love him!!

Thanks to @wings-and-beskar for being so patient on this one!! You are a kindness unto my life♡

This one is left open ended on purpose, I'm thinking about writing a sequel so we shall see 👀

This fic doesn't hit on everything asked I'm so sorry weh. But!! I do feel like it answers the question "How does Specter fall in love?" On purpose.

Look at you. Hair's all messy, but I know you styled it that way. You make that stuffy GAR uniform look good, even sexy with how it hugs your curves. I'm glad you never wear that dumb little hat, I think it'd ruin your look... or maybe it'd just make you so tantalizing that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I click a few pictures of you, and I hope you don't mind or notice, but just...

Fuck you. Fuck you just standing there, chewing your stylus, looking down at your data pad with a scrunched brow and squinted eyes. Like it's the most important thing in the world, whatever's on there. We're supposed to be together right now, you called me. You asked me to tail it down here to keep you company and of course I did. I'd do anything you kriffin' ask. I want you lookin' at me so focused. Lookin' at me like I'm more important. What does it have that's keeping your attention so-- holy shit.

"OH FUCK OFF!!!!" You fling that stupid pad so hard and so far it shatters on impact when it hits your wall, and I can't stop myself from laughing. "SPECTER SHUT IT!!"

"What the kriff was on there that made you so mad? You were laser focus unti-- hey. Hey what's wrong? Why the tears?" I close my camera and come over so fast I can't blame you for jumping back. Didn't mean to come on so hard, I'd say sorry but your arms are around my waist so quick my words just leave my head.

"My boyfriend just dumped me, over a text..." my anger overthrows my joy.

"I was hoping so hard that you'd leave him, not for that skug to dump you and not even in person. I'll kill him. I could do it. It wouldn't even be that hard, I'm trained, he's a kriffing bar tender and not even a good one. Half his shit is just water and food color, I hate him so much, he was never any good to you... why are you crying harder? Shit shit shit, how do I make it better, shit-- no- oh... oh you're laughing! Why are you laughing?"

"Specs, you know you're talking out loud, right?"

My face in on FIRE. "Uh-- nope. Fuck... forget I said that, yeah?"

"Not a chance," You're smiling... maker I adore that smile. I move my hands to your face and brush my thumbs over your cheeks, "Specter, do you really feel like that?"

I look away from you, my eyebrows raised, a tall frown on my lips as if to shrug them, "I mean... yeah? That smug son of a--" I catch my temper, and sigh, arms around your shoulders again, "He wasn't good for you. Been sayin' that from the get, but did you listen? Nooooooo," You're laughing more, so I keep it up. I mimic your voice, very poorly, "Oh Specs! He's soooo dreamy!"

"Oh knock it off, I don't sound like that!" You push me, making me stagger a little, your cheeks red from laughing. Maker that laugh, I love it so much.

"Specs, he's so beautiful! He says he's in a band! Oh I can't wait to have his babies!"

"SPECTER! MY SIDES, PLEASE!" You're laughing so hard those tears down your cheeks aren't sad anymore, and I'm over the moons about that.

I put my arm around your shoulders, giving you a little shake and a squeeze, my voice back to my own, "I mean it, though... say the word and he'll disappear. Or say another word, and he'll turn into a toad. You know, like he already is."

I love it when you laugh so hard you snort. I know you hate it, you always apologize and cover your face. But I love it. Even Phantom can't get you to laugh like that... "Specs what're you smiling at me like that for?"

It's my turn to laugh. I chuckle a little, give you another squeeze, "What? I can't enjoy you laughing without getting the 3rd degree?"

You roll your eyes, knocking into me harder and giving me a tight squeeze of a hug. I'm all too happy to return it. "Thanks Specs, I don't know what I'd do without a good man like you by my side."

"You'd be a lot more sad over losers who don't deserve your tears, that's for sure," you don't have any idea what I'd do for you, how much you mean to me... how much I love you...

"Specter, new orders from the council. We're headed out in 15, get your ass over here." Ghost doesn't sound to pleased from the way his voice barks from the commlink.

I groan, roll my eyes with my whole body just to get you to giggle again, and then lift the comm, "I'm in the lower levels, it'll take more than 15 minutes."

"Then you'd better hurry."

Ghost's been a hard ass lately, but I can't blame him, I've been blowing him off to spend time with you. Who needs extra training? Not an ARC trooper... probably. Might have to be better about that...

Since I know I'll be late anyway, I take my time finding my boots in your flat. I know where they are, you know I know, but we still take the time to "look". Before I'm out the door, I hold your cheek again, "He didn't deserve you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah... sorry for being so distracted today, make it up to you next time?" When you bite your lip like that, do you have any idea what it does to me?

I don't know if there's gonna be a next time. I think that's why I keep blowing off drills, because I want you, not a war. I want life, with you, always, infinitely more than running laps and fire practice... I lean forward and press my lips to your forehead, taking a deep breath, just to remember you by.

Just in case.

"Next time, I'm asking you out. Don't go falling for anymore shitty bar tenders, okay? If I'm getting one up'd, he'd gotta have quality, and-" Oh fuck me.

I hold you up as you jump onto me. My arms go under your legs and up your back as your lips crash into mine, our teeth knocking together. You split my lip, it stings, but getting to taste your chapstick is more than reward enough.

"Why'd-- mmm-- why'd you--" I can't get a word in, your kisses are feverish in their quickness, I don't want to stop, but-- but it's not right. It's not for me. It's to drown your sorrow and I can't be that for you, I don't want to be, "Stop."

I set you down gentle, you look so dejected, darlin' you're breaking my heart... "You mean the galaxy to me, you know that? But I can't... I won't be your rebound. I'm not going to be a one and done for you, got that? So when I get back, I'm askin' you on a date. I-- fuck this, I love you, I want you to love me too, so just... process, get over that idiot, and then wear red for me when I'm back so I know it's okay..."

Oh maker you're angry- no? That's- okay not crying, not confused I know your confused face... what the hell are you thinking right now? "I don't own anything red... I um... I'll get something, do you have a preference?"

My eyes soften, and yours do too, and I know... I know I won't have to wait, but I do anyway. I want to make sure you love me back... I can't be your rebound. I need to be your last.

"Vermillion is my favorite."

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Taglist: @anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @sunshinesdaydream @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc specter #star wars #star wars the clone wars fanfiction #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw #clone oc x you #clone oc x reader #specter x reader #specter x you #oc x reader #oc x you #sw fic

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ladykatakuri · 2 years

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Stardust Reblog Challenge Sept 19th

Somehow I could not add to my Masterlist, so I am adding here to the second one for this challenge

Sun and Rain, Hunter x F! O.C by: @photogirl894 NSFW

19th:

Echo: Sweet Love, Echo x Virgin F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

TBB HC`s - Playing Trustfall by: @zoeykallus SFW

Clone Trooper Rambles: Haircut by @wanderinginksplot SFW

Notes on Tutoring Chap. 31, Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite NSFW

Falling for You, TBB x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Relaxing, Quality Time, Fox x GN!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

TBB x Reader HC`s Regain Trust After Order 66 by: @zoeykallus SFW

Echo - There for you 22, Things left unsaid Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk me Home: Prologue by: @cyarbika SFW ( this is the next part to No Strings Attached people !!!!!!! )

TBB x F!Reader - Bra-less Comfort by: @zoeykallus Slightly NSFW

20th:

Kindred Chapter 1, Hunter x F!O.C by: @clonecyaree SFW

In Perfect Light Chapter 31, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

TBB, Rex and Cody x F!Reader, The Savior and the Hostage by: @zoeykallus SFW

Barista to Sugar Baby, Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader by: @absurdthirst and co written by: @storiesofthefandomlovers NSFW

Only Room in the Inn, Pero Tovar x F!Reader by: @absurdthirst co written by @storiesofthefandomlovers

21st:

Sun and Rain Chapter 52, Hunter x Kimber ( F!OC ) by: @photogirl894 SFW

22nd:

Hunter: Dirty Little Thief 13 by @zoeykallus SFW

Wiggle Room, Tech x F!Reader by: @tech-deck NSFW

26th:

Gar Cyare Chapter 3 by: @wanderinginksplot SFW

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken {Oberyn Martell x F!Reader x Pero Tovar} by: @absurdthirst NSFW

Wild Abandon Chapter 10, Ezra x F!Reader by: @starlightmornings NSFW

In Perfect Light Chapter 32, Crosshair x F!Reader by: @interstellarwraith SFW

Ask for me Again, Cassian Andor x F!Reader by: @princessxkenobi NSFW

Deserve, Marc Specter x F!Reader (implied Steven Grant x F!Reader ) by: @softlybarnes NSFW

Walk me Home Chapter 1, Wolffe x Cherise (OFC) by: @cyarbika SFW

27th:

Little Secrets, Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Insights and Glimpses, TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW ( some little suggestive thingies )

I need your Help, TBB x Depressed Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Wedding Night, TBB, Howzer x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Hot Blood, Cassian Andor x Curby F!Reader by: @weasleywinchester NSFW

The Reunion, TBB and many others X F!OC`s by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

28th:

My Sweet Traitor, Imp!Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

I`ve got so much love for you, Fives x Virgin F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFWish

Memories Lost and Found, TBB/Wolffe and Fox x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Cold Hands, TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW ( partly suggestive )

Stay Close VI, modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader by: @ezrasbirdie NSFW

29th:

TBB x F!Reader HC`s, Hiding your pregnancy from them by: @zoeykallus SFW

Bloodlust part 7, Din Djarin x F!Reader by: @dindjarindiaries NSFW

Taglist: @imabeautifulbutterfly@chaoticvampirejedi@hellothere-generalangsty@cyroku@reluctant-mandalore@uponrightful@zinzinina@saradika@galacticgraffiti@ashotofspotchka@dindjarindiaries@dinbeskarbaby@djarrex@djarinsbeskar@rowansparrow@photogirl894@rigelmoonshine@rigel-the-moonstrider@nahoney22@loth-wolffe@neon-junkie@bobafetts-princess@cyarbika@charnelhouse@zoeykallus@kin-rokku@jgvfhl@honestly-shite@here-comes-the-moose@dindjarindiaries@firstofficerwiggles@fictional-men-ruin-lives @ladysongmaster @lozalot @moonstrider9904@lorjukka@m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @rain-on-kamino @monako-jinn-stories @middimidoris

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ghostace · 7 months

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gw2 oc masterlist

something like the swtor one - a very brief, very non-exhaustive introduction to each

main crew:

pleurri - commander, priory, champion of aurene - mirage

asuran scholar turned priory researcher, after the colleges' back-stabbing and competition became less and less to her liking. frequently summons her own clones just to talk to, a socially anxious wreck that ended up in a position of leadership she was never meant for when mordremoth arose. with the care of aurene now her responsibility, she rose to the challenge and carried out the path of the champion.

taior voth - commander, vigil - firebrand

the dream always meant for him to be a leader, a protector, a healer, but fate had other plans. lost in the tangled depths after the destruction of the pact fleet, he took a back seat after a painful recovery. reunited after the destruction of the twin dragons, he and pleurri are more of one mind than ever - and they have each others' backs.

side characters:

kiyo kanai - whispers - daredevil & deadeye

criminal scum, street rat - they made many ill-advised choices before finally being caught. leveraging their skills, they negotiated a release to join the order of whispers, where they excelled - and were eventually admitted to the shining blade. with cantha reconnected, they're seeking out particular new interests in the region, including some personal questions as to their ancestry.

saga stormslayer - reaper

a shepherd in the shiverpeaks, away from civilization raising goats and dolyaks, saga led a quiet life until a svanir attack ended her life... and she reawoke, some days later, with new powers and the distant memory of someone in the mists sending her back. she and marad set out from their destroyed homestead to find the person who'd saved her, and try to figure out how she returned.

marad warweaver - specter

an ash legion elementalist, her magic began to wane, growing too unreliable to count upon. frustrated, she left, resigning her position and risking being branded a gladium, and went north where she met saga and the two formed a deep bond. with the help of the raven shaman, she was able to learn a new type of magic, but it wasn't enough when the svanir arrived. despite burying her, saga arose and brought with her more questions than answers, and a new focus for the two.

syvva vlok - renegade & herald

the mists were always an interest of hers, one that made her greatly successful - and always kept her pushing for more. when an experiment led to her falling into the mists, she had to quickly learn to survive with the aid of a long-dead charr warband. manipulating the mists came easily to her, and more than once she sent back wayward spirits, not knowing she was returning them to tyria. her eventual escape landed her in the crystal desert, but in her time away much has changed - and she's in for a rude awakening.

marsus ruincatcher - spellbreaker

blood legion aren't typically known for their intellect, but marsus was perhaps an exception. tired of the battlefield, he joined the priory and devoured the knowledge there, becoming both a stalwart protector and a keen mind in the fight against the dragons. when his wounds from mordremoth's attack never fully healed, he took on the role of caretaker instead - looking out for other wounded pact soldiers, and living a more peaceful existence.

[tbd]

julian frei - elementalist

a healer by trade, the vigil soldier was left to try and keep as many alive as he could when the pact fleet fell. struggling with the effort and the memories, he spends most of his time drowning his mind or following after marsus. aimless, he finds a hint of purpose when an unfamiliar sylvari shows up on their doorstep.

calastris - scrapper & mechanist

she awoke on the run, halfway out of the depths of the maguuma jungle, the echo of a dangerous voice in her mind. straight across tyria, she built tools and weapons from scraps, trying to place as much distance between herself and the remnants of the voice, until she ran into marsus and julian deep in ascalon. clothing and feeding the sapling, they found the odd sylvari doesn't speak and avoids eye contact - but with her contraptions, determination to learn, and an unexpected cheerfulness, she manages to communicate regardless.

ahnwyl - untamed

what do you do when your dream is about someone else? left aimless after fulfilling his purpose, and bitter that his entire existence is meant for someone who doesn't want him, he trails after dragon's watch, causing as many problems as he clears.

dexion theta - holosmith

an inquest experiment in cloning turned sideways when he escaped, one of many copies set himself loose upon the world. injured in the escape but smart enough to take care of himself, dexion took to freedom with enthusiasm - and a particular love of setting things on fire.

[tbd]

fable frostsong - bladesworn

[tbd]

nameless victor - willbender

#gw2 things #ok bye i'm done

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fandom-friday · 4 months

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! This was one HECK of a week, and it couldn't have happened without all of the submissions I received! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Vermillion (Clone OC Specter x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover ✨ The Den (Kix x OC Nihlus Brek) by @for-the-sake-of-color ✨ Dancing Lights (Wolf!Wolffe x f!Reader) by @the-bad-batch-baroness ✨ I Yearn, And So I Fear (Wolffe x OC Kazi Ennari) by @enigmaticexplorer ✨ Man on the Moon (Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @emeraldvsociety ✨ In Command (Rex x OC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Eight Shades of Blue (and the Touch of Orange) (501st Legion x f!Reader, Cody x f!Reader) by the_rain_on_kamino (AO3) Crèche to Command by Boredom (AO3) The Commander Swap by @brainrotrants Dominoes by meridianpony (AO3) Fox Hates Red by @stormyblue90 Dead Dog by @corvod

The Bad Batch: ✨ Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit Tooka Dad (Crosshair x OC Rayla) by @drafthorsemath Sunflowers & Blasters (Crosshair x OC Isabella Ramót) by @523rdrebel Low Battery (Crosshair x gn!Reader) by @523rdrebel ✨ Cleaning Up (Tech x f!Reader) by @reader6898 Secret Kingdoms (Knight!Hunter x f!Reader) by @jedipoodoo/@lizartgurl A Cosy Bed: A Stardust Conspiracy Fanfic by @just-here-with-my-thoughts

Call of Duty: ✨ If I Had a Heart (Ghost x Soap) by @cod-fishing

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Marvel/MCU: Black and Tan (Bucky x Sarah Wilson) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Crossovers: The Misadventures of Cosplay Man (Danny Phantom x DC Comics Crossover) by Shynnohwen (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: How Dominoes Fall by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Temeura Morrison Study by @keldabekush Cody with Long Hair Art by @rochenn Commander Cody Art by @captora Blade to Blade by @rackcty Anakin and Ahsoka Art by @finpews

The Bad Batch: The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Character Introduction by @amorfista The Bad Batch Dark Souls AU: Introduction by @amorfista Hunter and Omega Art by @eggdrawsthings Tech Art by @talesfrommedinastation

Critical Role: Caleb Widogast Art by @middimidoris

Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko Artwork by @chiptrillino-art

Yonderland: Cake Bake Lady Edith Art by @bahoreal

#ff weekly summary

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uponrightful · 2 years

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Phantom Squad obsession time!!!!

What do they do when their partner isn't feeling their best (for whatever reason?)

Phantom Squad - When You're Not Feeling Good.

Warning: Mention of Murder, One Completed but not described. varying illnesses (none chronic), verbal assault (not specific), vomit?? and anything else I've missed let me know.

Omen:

You woke up feeling unlike ever before. Raw throat, stomach in knots, cold chills, and a wicked fever. After spending half an hour retching over the toilet you could only guess you had caught some virus. One that was kicking your ass. And the last thing you suspected was an early morning knock on your door. A sharp and insistent rap that you trudged through your home to answer.

The last thing you expected to see being Omen.

Before you can even pull a train of thought together, he's walking through the door with an unusual greeting.

"You have a high fever."

His grim tone and hard eyes pointed at your visible condition only makes you feel worse.

"I took medicine just a bit ago, should be starting to work right about..." you try to say; feeling that acidic rise of bile in your throat again.

You barely make it to your kitchen sink in time. Gagging and heaving with a red face and embarrassment of getting sick like this in front of Omen. So the sound of the bathroom faucet running and his heavy boots thudding back through the house towards you feels out of place.

"Cold," he warns from behind you. A cooling sensation of a wet washcloth tingling on the back of your neck followed right after. It’s pure, unadulterated, bliss. An audible sigh escapes your lips.

“How did you know?" you manage to murmur, resting your forehead against the edge of the sink.

"Your chrono," he answered quietly. Running a soothing hand up and down your sweaty back. "Installed a few things."

Somehow that thought felt extremely reassuring. Enough that you felt safe in admitting you wanted help.

"I want to go lay down..."

Without another word his gently picking you up and carrying you to bed. Going to the absolute far ends of the galaxy to ensure you're comfortable amongst your blankets and pillows. Careful to not further unsettle you.

"If you can't keep anything down, you'll need this," he states. Pulling a packaged syringe from one of the pouches in his multiple utility belts.

"Where did you even...?" your mind races through the possibilities of where he could've possibly got nat-born antibiotics. Especially when you didn’t even know you were sick until this morning.

But without questioning him any more than you already have, you pull back the covers and expose your thigh. Watching Omen's scarred hands work quickly, making the sting far more bearable. Even rubbing over the injection site afterward to help spread the raised lump of fluid. Continuing down your legs, lingering at your calves before massaging down to the arches of your feet.

"What can I do for you?" he asks.

You know he has places to be. Things to worry about. Important things. But he's here. And it's so easy to forget duty at a time like this. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him last.

"Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?"

He does.

Omen stays right by your side. Keeping your washcloth cold, brushing your hair off your face, and walking you to the refresher a couple more times before the medicine kicks in.

For a few hours after you fall asleep, he still lingers. Going into the kitchen to clean up your sink and any dirty dishes before peeking in to check on you. Omen will essentially clean, straighten, and tidy your entire home before making one last check on you.

With your chrono recording the break of your fever, a better oxygen reading and overall healthier numbers, he will release some of that worry for your wellbeing. The Commander will give you a kiss on the cheek and depart.

When you wake up -feeling immensely better- you'll be a bit disappointed to see he's gone. However, all of your laundry is clean and put away in their correct drawers or hung up properly. Your whole house is spotless, and there is a pot of soup sitting on the stove; Simplywaiting to be reheated. You'll send him a message, not risking a call in case his working. Shyly thanking him for helping you in such a way. Promising him a full return of the favor. His reply is days later;

Anything and Everything, for you. xx

Wraith:

At first, you were feeling fine. Just enjoying your evening sitting on Wraith's lap watching him play cards. Just a few hands in though, and you felt a pinch behind your eyes. It caught your attention for only a second but you mistakenly played it off. Maybe the dim lighting straining your eyes or something else off-hand. You were far too enveloped in the game at hand to sense the impending headache brewing.

Wraith didn't collect his winnings before the pain hit you like a freighter. Halting every thought in your mind and stiffening every muscle in your body. And everything around you was intensifying it. People talking, the table lights and even clicking chips felt like a red-hot poker was driving through your skull. Try as you might to keep it under wraps, Wraith is already planning a quick victory and even quicker departure so he can get you somewhere dark and quiet. You've had bad migraines before, and after the first couple of times of being out-of-depth, he knows exactly what to do.

You almost cry out in relief when Wraith lays his cards out in full display for everyone to see his victory. But no sooner does the dealing droid call it as such, chips, credits, and a few valuable personal possessions laying at the center of the table are being shoveled by Wraith's arm into a bag at the edge of the table. You can't even stand up from his lap before he's picked up his helmet and slid it over your head. Everything dims and muffles but it's still not enough. Wraith leans in a bit, and presses a button close to the temple of the helmet: holding it in as he whispers;

"Everything's okay. I'm going to get you out of here." His other hand squeezes your thigh, "Engage pre-set one."

Suddenly everything is pitch black, and a bubble-like feeling of pressure materializes around your neck and all sound vanishes. For a moment you stiffen further. Only able to feel Wraith maneuvering to pick you up and the occational squeeze of reassurance. It’s disconcerting for a moment. Not knowing where exactly you are or what’s going on in the room you’d just been sitting in. But then you really feel some relief in your skull. A little pressure releasing and that immense sting fading. it's enough to make you want to cry.

It takes what feels like minutes to get back to the ship. That familiar smell of lived-in armor, grease, and blaster oil neither helping or hurting your still-aching head.

Wraith on the other hand, has his work cut out for him, and he's more than prepared. First, sitting you down and giving a couple of squeezes before walking away to find painkillers and water. Maybe even one of your cold packs. After gathering his supplies he's gently reintroducing himself with a gentle touch to your shoulder. Reaching down to guide your hand towards the frosted cold pack. Giving you the slow warning that the helmet needed to come off.

Dutifully you nod, allowing him to remove it. Immediately he’s bringing a glass of water to your mouth with a determined look on his face.

"Drink." he whispers, handing the glass over and pouring out a few pills into his palm.

One by one, each of your remedies is administered. Leaving both of you to simply wait. But even all of that isn't releasing that immediate pressure at the back of your head. And Wraith has one last trick up his sleeve.

"Want me to do the thing?" he whispers, raising a silvered eyebrow at you.

You nodded shortly. "Please,"

Shuffling over on the bunk, you make room for him to sit behind you. Watching him strip out of his kit and crawl into the bed, putting his legs on either side of your hips. Gently using both hands to wrap around your neck. Pressing strong fingers into those cords of muscle balled up at the base of your skull. Taking his time, working out your stiffness diligently.

"Oh my..." you practically moan, leaning even further back into the Lieutenant; Earning a warm and satisfied smile.

Wraith stays at it for as long as you need him to. Alternating between your jaw, temples, and neck. Never once stopping to complain that the medicine isn't taking effect quickly enough or that his hands are beginning to cramp. Really, he won't say much at all. Trying to limit the sound that aggravates your headaches so much. You on the other hand, can't keep quiet. The relief is just too good. And you want Wraith to know exactly how much he’s helping and how thankful you are. The sound you make are better than any worded thank you anyways.

"I think that painkiller finally kicked in." You say breathily between squeezes on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" He answers, still keeping his voice down. "I think that one was... pretty severe." Nodding, you shuffle yourself around to sit straddling his thighs.

"I believe that little helmet trick of yours really worked,” Smiling at him, you can finally ask about all of that.

"How did you come up with that?"

Right away you see color flush his cheeks and the cocky soldier you know so well suddenly can't meet your gaze. In that second, you caught him in some moment of weakness. You could only hope he wouldn't clam up on you and actually explain. Thankfully your disarming smile seemed to be enough.

"A U.V. shield and a total airlock can block a lot of light and sound when fully engaged," He began explaining. "Those bother you the most, so I made a voice-control preset to engage both settings without me wearing my helmet."

You couldn't believe Wraith would go to all that trouble. Thanking him wouldn't begin to cover it. Leaning forward, you plant a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you... I'm really sorry to have ended your night so early," You apologize. Just now remembering how hurriedly you'd left off.

Wraith just shook his head. “I couldn't give a fuck less about Sabacc or the credits. Seeing you not hurting will always be my top priority."

Revenant:

While you normally did a fair job of managing your monthly period symptoms there were occasions when birth control, cycle trackers, and pain relievers didn't truly solve the issue of your overall terrible feeling today. Your medicine wasn't helping the deep cramps. Bloating was making real pants sound revolting, and there weren't enough pillows and blankets to keep you comfy and warm. To make matters worse, you'd canceled your plans for the evening and your trusty heating pad died right when you needed it most.

Naturally, you did the only that that felt right. Meaning you found yourself holed up in your bedroom and watching re-runs of your favorite holo-show to try and distract yourself. Despite putting on your comfort-show to avoid any more surprises, you nearly leap out of bed when the door across the room opens slowly. Revealing a huge, armored, silhouette blending in with the shadows of your hallway.

"Rev -? Revenant, please tell me that's you." You nearly squeak out. There's a familiar rumbling chuckle that resonates from the figure.

"It's me, pretty baby.” His gravely voice sends a chill of dissipating adrenaline down your spine. Followed by a staggering cramp that instantly makes you curl into yourself. Groaning and clutching at your stomach.

You feel Revenant before you hear him. His hands carefully exploring your blanketed form. Feeling out just how you were curled up and sighing like he could sense exactly how miserable you felt. But his touch recoils just as quickly as it appeared. Sounds of his belts and armor falling onto the floor beside your bed follow. Dull thuds. Metallic clinking. Finally the hollow clatter of his helmet.

Without word or warning your blanket cave's temperature skyrockets with Revenant’s body heat pressed to your back. He's all touch right away. Curling an arm around your middle and purposefully applying pressure with the heel of his hand to your upper pubic bone. As well as bringing his knee up to put a thigh between yours. It's the epitome of Revenant's affection and care for you. Gentle but so very purposeful. You almost feel him trying to will away your discomfort.

"I had a feeling something was wrong." He murmurs against your ear, leaving a few gentle kisses.

You can't help but smile.

"You and your feelings will be a mystery to me..."

No matter his obvious sixth sense, he was fighting a winning battle against your pains. Making you feel totally safe and protected at the same time. It was perfect. Revenant could feel it too in the way you leaned further back into his chest.

"How long can you stay?" You ask, concerned about his unspecified missions, brothers, and time restrictions.

"Like this?" You hear a breath hiss through smiling lips and teeth. "Forever, pretty baby."

And although forever ends up getting cut short around six hours - just long enough for your cramps to subside and the two of you to get comfortable. His shrill, beeping, comm interrupts. However, you're certain Revenant has every intention of continuing infinity the second he gets back.

Ghost:

Nat-Borns get sick traveling from planet to planet all the time. Picking up viruses, bugs, and all manner of things. And as Ghost is well aware, you've contracted such an illness. By nothing short of awful luck, a local had offered you a bottle of perfume as gratitude for purchasing a few things from their booth.

It had an extremely strong but woody scent, and you were quick to spritz some on. Unbeknownst to you -and the local- one of the ingredients that gave the perfume such a long lasting scent was the sap from a planet-wide revered tree. One that the indeginious have thousands of uses for. It was even rumored to be spiritually healing.

But potentially toxic to humans.

It started with some minor dizziness. Over the course of a few hours of reassuring Ghost that you felt fine, you promptly passed out. Ghost - rightfully terrified about your heath and seeing red with rage- set out about ensuring he kept you safe with what emergency supplies were on hand aboard the ship. And with fraying patience, you awoke just long enough to recount your day. Enough for Ghost to realize the perfume had made you sick.

With help from Omen, he determined the best -really the only- treatment for you was a blend of specific local herbs and spices that could counteract against the skin-absorbed tree sap. Thankfully your exposure wasn't extreme. And not only did you regain consciousness for the duration of your treatment devised and solely carried out by Ghost; You also maintained it. Although you still felt extremely groggy. Every waking minute Ghost keeps a vigilant eye on you. Damn-near obsessing over the smallest things and worrying himself into an unmatched rage. Livid for not having kept closer tabs on you. Intent on killing the shopkeeper for "blatantly attempting to kill you".

"Ghost, they didn't know. Just like we didn't. It's not their fault," You try to soothe from your bunk. Not allowed to leave it per Ghosts staunch demands.

Stalking back and forth through the ship. The typically calm and daydreaming pilot appears more like a caged animal with blazing intensity in his silver eyes. Eyes that are suddenly locked on you with ferocity and incredulousness at such a statement. Ghost is across the room before you can blink. His hands trembling as they cup your face. Forcing you to stare deep into his eyes. To visualize his torn emotions and waning composure.

"Purposeful or not. They tried to take my moon away. Mine. It's unforgivable." He replies sternly.

Your heart lurches into your throat seeing him so... desperate. Ghost -like all his brothers - could do unimaginably cold and callous things when the situation arose. Yet this was the first time you had been affected. Mortally or not. And Ghost was on the verge of an unrecoverable furor. Still feeling the lingering effects of the tree sap, you did the only thing you could think of to try and get his mind off of it. Reaching up to cover his hands with your own, you spoke gently:

"I know I can't stop you if your mind is made up..." You paused, "But would you do me a favor first?"

Ghost frowned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You don't have to ask. Name it."

"Lay down with me for a bit, and tell me what our house is going to look like?" You answer softly.

"That's a dirty trick." A smirk appears on his face. Ghost’s demeanor shifts as he catches on to your pleading expression and tired eyes. You smile back sweetly, knowing you've caught him.

"You know it always makes me feel better..." You nearly plead. Putting on your best puppy-eyes.

Ghost sighs, unable to truly resist your well-mannered pleading, skillful temptation, and all-around talent in controlling his flaring temper. But just like clockwork, the pilot began pulling at his belts and armor clips. Controlled in his movements while stacking the plates in the crate under his bunk. Taking his time, but not dragging his feet as he pulls himself into the bunk.

He quickly gets settled flat on his back, pulling you to lay on top of him. Resting one hand on the curve of your hip and the other arm bent behind his head as a prop.

"It has to have plenty of windows," He begins, already losing himself in the dreamscape. "That way we can watch the stars at night.”

"Tell me more," You reply, hardly satiated and starving for more.

The pilot's chest rises and falls in thought of what to detail next. No doubt sifting through all of his comforting imaginations in hopes of finding the best one for you. Hardly a moment passes before the perfect image appears in his mind.

"We'll have a room specifically for you to write in. One with a chair that I can sit and watch you from."

It's at this moment you smile softly. Nuzzling even closer to Ghost, as he fully absolves himself from doing anything else. Simply lost in the gentle way you redirected his attention away from the past-and instead with what could happened in the future. How he could live it with you.

Hours after you've fallen asleep. Ghost is mere seconds away from drifting away himself when he has a wondrously puzzling thought;

Was he taking care of you? Or were you doing the healing this time?

• • •

Specter:

Normally rumors, speculation, and nasty comments didn't put a damper on your mood. Especially during a night out. At first, everything was going perfectly. Your hair had survived the trip, your make-up hadn't smudged or faded, and your dress was downright sexy. Above all, Specter was supposed to meet you at the club for a date after being away for more rotations than you cared to think about.

You grabbed yourself a barstool and a drink to calm your nerves while you watched the neon chrono on the wall count down the minutes to Specter's arrival. One drink became two and two didn't dull the sting of him being over half an hour late. And you wanted to say he was never late, but there hadn't ever been an occasion before now that involved a specific time.

"He'll be here," you told yourself.

That was an hour ago.

And in that time one party, in particular, took an intoxicated interest in you sitting alone at the bar. A man, with no easily readable red flags, had made quick conversation upon first arriving at the bar. Friendly. Or so you assumed. And he stayed that way until a few rounds of shots later when he asked you to dance.

Despite your anguish of Specter standing you up, you gave a polite decline. Certainly, nothing to get upset by. You’d been nothing if not gracious. Only he was incensed by your dismissal. Immediately resorting screaming at you. Swinging his hands around in vague threat and calling out every single bit of your person he thought could cut deep and bleed you of confidence. Your body, your personality, your sexuality, your talents. Anything he could grasp at was thrown back in your face. Including Specter’s interest and involvement with you.

After a minute or so, security droids were alerted over the sounds of loud music and club chatter. They removed the man quickly, but it utterly destroyed you. Even when the bartender asked how you were, you could hardly utter a word to your own defense. The bartender even offered to pick up the charge to buy you a ride home. “Help take the sting out of it,” They’d claimed. Yet you declined, hoping to be as little of a bother to everyone for the rest of the night. Maybe even longer.

You walked home. Teetering on too-tall heels with sore feet. Pulling shyly at the hem of your dress that kept riding up with every stride. Side-eying every alleyway and passerby as you went. Praying that after the night you'd endured no one else would be cruel enough to make it worse by harassing you, or even wolf-whistling. Wavering on the edge of tears pouring down your face, you knew you were close to truly losing it.

Mere steps away from your front door, the tears finally fall. Not because someone stopped you, or that you'd been forced to walk home alone after waiting nearly four months to see Specter just for him to stand you up. It was the relief of being able to hide inside your home. Away from that man at the club, the reality of being -essentially- dumped, and being able to wallow in your growing self-hatred. You didn't want to see a single soul.

It was too bad you couldn't spend ten minutes inside before hearing your front door squeak open on rusty hinges.

You heard the door squeak shut, and nothing more until Specter's shadowed form passed by the tiny crack in the bathroom door. And to his credit, he didn't walk in. Unusual for him. But if he had even the slightest idea of just how awful you felt and how truthfully pissed you were at him, there was no question of whether or not he could enter. Knowing he was aware of how badly he fucked up didn't help your mood either. Specter was smart. And if he had cared about you enough, he would've explained that he couldn't make it on time. Sure, you would have been let down, but nowhere near as emotionally beat-up as you were standing there; Slowly building up the courage to tell him to leave.

"Before you make this worse, you should leave," you muttered, looking down at the removed make-up smeared on your towel.

No answer came, but he didn't move.

You flexed your jaw, willing yourself not to cry anymore. Doing everything not to replay the ugly things that man back at the club has said. What he screamed aloud about you, and how you looked. How Specter had no business being with someone like you. You knew it was bullshit. But it didn't make you feel any better. Crying felt like the only option.

"If you're seeing someone else, then just save me time by getting the fuck out of here," you added as coldly as possible. Turning your back to the door to turn on the shower and try to rinse off as much of your disgust and sadness as possible. "We both know you're not going to stay forever-"

You didn't get the sentence out before a harsh hand palmed your jaw and spun you around to face an emotionless smoke-grey helmet, just bearly titled to the side. Specter stood imposingly tall. Motionless. Truthfully like a phantom that had materialized in your bathroom without anything more than the heaving rise and fall of his chest marking a sign of life. Months away really did help you forget just how scary Specter could look sometimes.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" His voice rang out cold and wavering with impatience being held back by a fraying thread. You swallowed thickly, your saliva and nerves getting caught by his hand pressing against your throat.

"I said to leave," you grated out against the pressure on your neck. Trying your best to look into that stagnate visor with as much defiance as you could muster with the scent of him filling the air and the familiar sensation of his armored body pressed to nearly every single inch of your own.

"No," he snarled, leaning down even further. Caging you in and leaving just enough room between you for your breath to fog against his helmet. "You assumed I'm fucking someone else." He corrected. You couldn't help but roll your watery, bloodshot, eyes. Leave it to Specter to correct something you said, just because he doesn't like it.

"Fine, I did. What's it matter to you anyways?" You sniff, looking anywhere but at the man crowding out the image of anything else in the small bathroom.

Specter nearly growls as he moves the both of you roughly towards the sink behind him. Whirling you around to situate you in front of him. Forcing you to stare at yourself in the mirror. Nothing but a tear-stained mess in a too-tight dress, being held tight by a man who'd given zero explanation for his absence or irritation being directed towards you. His calmness didn't help either. That damned back and forth tilt of his helmet let you know he was studying your appearance. In-depth if you had to guess. Specter was always so severe in everything.

"Look at yourself," he prompted, softening his hold on your throat just enough for you to regain comfort. "Cried-out, hair’s a mess, and your pretty dress all out of place," He observed, "All of that, for what reason?"

You didn't have enough dignity to look at yourself, much less tell Specter that the -implanted- thought of him being with another woman had you in such a state.

"You want to know why it matters to me?" he questioned tensely, bringing his other hand up to cradle the side of your face. "Because someone made you this way... And it wasn't me,"

More tears rolled down your flushed cheeks at that. Of course, it wasn't all Specter. It wasn’t really him at all. You would've probably waited on him for another hour or two if it hadn't been for that guy at the bar. Immensely more patient without someone planting the thought of disloyalty in your mind. You just hated how little time it took for Specter to read your mind and figure out exactly what had happened to get you so upset.

You didn't even have to nod for him to know he was right.

"What did he say to you, pet?" His voice instantly softened, and that head tilt shifted even more.

You whimpered, not nearly strong enough to repeat it aloud, but overly self-punishing because you couldn't keep from hearing all those awful things in your head. That hand holding up the significant weight of your head gently fell away long enough for him to pull his helmet off of his head. Revealing a pitch black expression and a wave of violent anger beating against the thick wall of a calm facade.

"He said you wouldn't show... because you could find someone better than me," you sighed, staring into those steely eyes of his through the reflection. "How I was pathetic for thinking you would ever care enough to like someone who looks like me... Other things too."

Specter won't let you say another word.

He's heard -and more importantly- seen enough. He’s more than aware you've never been the type to let something like this get to you, and he knows deep down that it's his fault for being gone for so long with no word, as well. Distance always makes things complicated. Months without contact could easily be misconstrued into never returning when someone with enough influence could shift the perspective of your relationship. Especially when you were in as vulnerable position as you had been at that club earlier.

He won't stay for long after that.

You might receive a kiss or the ghost of a reassuring smile. But Specter will have re-masked himself and exited in record time. Not without saying he'll return before the hour is over. And you do the same thing you always do when he's away. Wonder just what he's doing. How it's taking a toll on him, or how gory the business of being a soldier of his caliber is. Deep down though, you know he's going out to find that man. Find that bastard who'd been so cruel and inappropriate. Teach him what a real man who has loyalty does when they disturb an otherwise peaceful condition that you both worked hard to maintain.

Specter is always lethal. There's no other way when it comes to you. It's wrong on many levels, and he knows that. So do you... But he'd never done anything without reason, and this was the first time you felt that he'd killed on your behalf. It wasn't the best feeling, but you felt safe in knowing that another woman wouldn’t ever face that man's unwarranted anger.

What you don't know is that Specter spends the whole night dealing with the mental repercussions of what he did laying next to you in bed. Holding you tight to him. Protecting you from all the evil he knows is out there. Trying to decide if what he did was for the best. Or if him being involved with you is just as bad. Laying peacefully in the same bed as a killer. Fucking a murderer. Sleeping beside a man who had rinsed the blood off of himself in your shower mere minutes ago. It's morality Specter isn't good with. But he does know that nothing feels better than being with you.

Specter will do anything to keep it that way.

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