#grave squad clones

[dickarchivist]

Hello, dear Archivist! I'm sliding into your asks with a fic request. Having read your NSFW Alphabet for Grave Squad (and nearly perished of thirst), I would love to request a fic for Banshee x reader, using this prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

No pressure, and no rush! Thank you so much for creating such a simp-worthy batch of OCs 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask @dystopicjumpsuit! And for Banshee too, I am honored 🥺

"In The Palm of His Hand"

Clone OC Banshee × fem!Reader (civilian medic)

Word count: 2175

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Summary: After a very provocative dream about Grave Squad's silent member, you can't get it out of your head. You wonder, what would happen if you told him?

Contents and Warnings: brief mention of a battle and some ear trauma, brief mention of blood, fantasizing, sex dreams, fingerings, hand job, oral (reader recieving), biting/marking, the hint of a skirt kink, Banshee taking his time with you

Author Notes: Banshee doesn't speak very often, and uses hand signs. All his hand signs will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word. He is selectively mute, and portrayed as hard of hearing.

"Ban..." your breathing hitches, whining as you cling to Banshee's broad shoulders, feeling his big hands all over your body. Curious fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, touching your bare tummy. His sleepy eyes lock to yours, he cups your breast in one hand, rolling his thumb around your nipple, "Ban... please." His other roams lower, gliding over your panties with slight pressure. Banshee sits you down on his knee and you rut against the plastoid armor, trembling at the cold against your thighs.

You're up against his chest, you can feel his breath on your lips as he leans his head down to-- your alarm blares in your ear and you sit up with a jolt, your own hands where Banshee's hand been. "Oh for kriff's sake..."

This wasn't the first dream you'd had with Banshee being the star. Ever since you'd met him, there was a pull between you. In his silence, you'd never felt more seen or heard. Seeing him with his brothers, he was more lively than on his own, and the first time you heard him speak was to a child. One simple word, and it made you melt. "Vod'ika!" Said with such enthusiasm as he lifted the young padawan and gave her a bone crushing hug. You wondered then, for the first time, how it would feel to be in his arms.

The second time you heard him speak was after a nasty battle had rendered much of his Squad incapacitated. His ears were bleeding, eyes closed, looking almost peaceful if it hadn't of been for the injuries. There was another cut along his throat, no doubt it would become a new scar, another story.

When you removed his ear phones, he screamed in pain at a decibel so inhuman it made you cover your own ears. It frightened you. Not because of the blood, but because you'd never heard him so loud before. His eyes opened, and in a stark contrast from the scream he'd just delivered, the feather light whisper of "Help..." made you want to take care of him for as long as you could.

He hasn't spoken since then, not with words. After fending off a rather terrible pick up line from his brother, Phantom, you learned that Banshee spoke mostly in sign. You knew a bit already, so it wasn't hard to get your hands on the material and start to work on it. Banshee smiled at you when you signed to him the first time, his hands moving enthusiastically to try and carry the conversation.

You apologized, signing that you don't know many fish yet, but you are turning the speeder. His laugh, soft as velvet, made your knees knock together. He thanked you for trying, and signed to you, much slower, that you can speak to him instead. It's been months since then, and you're comfortable with doing both simultaneously now, just in case you make a mistake with your hands.

But now, with last night's fantasy running through your mind, you find your hands fidgety for very different reasons. Banshee's in a quiet room in the GAR library when you finally find him. He's seated with his back to the door, books and data pads stacked in front of him. You notice there's nothing new written or drawn on his head today, leaving it a clean slate for others to write or draw on. You once snuck a heart next to the tattooed one near his temple, and quickly drawing a flower to say that was all you had added.

You stare at Banshee's back, toying with the hem of your top, wondering if telling him your feelings is the right thing to do. You figure he can't hear you anyhow, so you start to speak...

“I had this dream and - kriff - you couldn’t keep your hands off me," when he doesn't turn around, you keep going, "We were in my flat, I'd just gotten home, and you were there. You kissed my neck, and started feeling me up..." still without response from Banshee, you continue, "You played with my breasts, rolling your thumb over my nipple as you put me over your knee... I wish you'd touch me like that, I wish we could be more than just... whatever this is. But I'm too anxious to even say it to your face so you can read my lips, so that's for nothing, I guess."

You're about to high tail and leave when he straightens up from his seated position. There's the flutter of a page, then the soft thud of a book being closed. Banshee turns around in his chair, a sleepy eyed smirk on his face. Blush blooms across your face as his hands move.

I can hear you.

"Oh kriff..."

That quiet chuckle makes you weak in the knees, and you feel yourself braced against the door for support as he stands and walks closer to you. It's hard to take your eyes off his face, but his hands are moving again, and you look down to watch him speak.

Do you want me to touch you like that now?

"N-now?" Granted, you were in a private room, but that boldness wasn't something you expected from Banshee who always seemed to keep to himself. You nod, biting your lip and looking at his hands... he was even in his armor, just like in your dreams.

Banshee chuckles again, sinking you further down the door. He catches you before you hit the floor and helps guide you to the chair he'd been in moments before. Kneeling in front of you, Banshee cups your cheek before pulling back to sign.

Maybe you're not ready for this right now. This is a library, can you keep quiet?

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. Kriff, he's serious about this... with another nod, you scoot to the edge of the chair, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

He smirks, then handles you with his large hands, having you rise only to place you back on his knee. Your skirt flairs over his thigh, and you feel the cool plastoid against your bare skin. You know you're wet already, but hearing yourself squish against his armor makes you shudder and hold his arm for support. Banshee sighs softly, looking down at you with a dreamlike look on his face. He uses one hand to sign, you know this one, and you giggle as his hand goes over his face to collect under his chin.

Pretty.

You rut against him, blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders further. Banshee's hands start to work you, thumbs pressing into your hips and pulling a light moan from your lips. Goosebumps cover your skin, and you feel your nipples hardening against your top. Banshee moves one hand up from your waist to knead your breast. His gloved hand rolls your pebbled nipple between his index and thumb, and you stifle a cry of pleasure. It was much more, being in his hands, than you thought it would be.

"Shhh," a soft hush hisses from his lips before they close on your neck. You gasp and roll your hips into him, a hand rubbing across his short hair. Your thighs clenched around his again, "Ban, please keep going..."

He sucks a dark hickey into your skin while his hands continue to explore your body. He squeezes your ass in one hand, the other still toying with your breast as his mouth leaved marks across your neck. You pull your shirt off yourself, and immediately his mouth moves to your other breast. You moan again, feeling your slick arousal down your thighs, knowing your panties as soaked through. Your voice comes in a desperate whisper, heart thudding in your chest as you grind on his leg, "Ban, please, more... I need more..."

His eyes meet yours, and you feel yourself throb for him. He ghosts his lips across yours, not quite a kiss, more to share in your breathing. The hand on your ass slinks further down and you feel his thick fingers press against your entrance. As a cry threatens to come, Banshee collects your lips in a kiss to silence you.

His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you invite him in, deepening the kiss as fingers rub your entrance with delicious pressure. You try to press his fingers into you, angling backward and rolling your hips, but Banshee doesn't want to give you what you want just yet. His breathy laugh warms the skin of your neck as his hand slips away from your entrance. You whine slightly, "Tease, not fair..."

As you pout, continuing to rock yourself on his thigh, he signs to you again.

Says the woman who gave her desires to my back.

His grin is was even more teasing than his hand had been.

Get up. Lean over the table.

You swallow thickly and do as you're told. You flip your skirt up, exposing your backside to him and swaying slightly. After he takes off his gloves, he grabs you again, fingers running through your folds, spreading slick through them. You cover your mouth when he stays playing with your clit, legs trembling already. "Ban..."

You heard the clatter of plastoid on the floor behind you, but not how you had expected. Banshee had gotten under the table, his face close to your folds. You can feel his breath on your slick thighs, and as two fingers begin to stroke and tease your entrance again, his mouth is upon you.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes long flat tongued licks through your wet folds, slow and deliberate. Savoring your taste. You could hear the satisfaction in the quiet hum that rumbled through your clit as he sucked at you. It took a lot of control to keep from getting too loud, but you'd had a little practice in not being heard. Stifling yourself, just as you are now, when the thoughts of Banshee overwhelmed you and you had to touch yourself before you could make it home.

You're snapped back as new pleasure burns through you. The slow play at your clit finally being accompanied by two thick fingers stretching your entrance. Your voice rises just a bit, but you slap a hand over your mouth before he can pull away to make you quiet down. It works, for now, a brief pause in his work, but Banshee doesn't leave you wanting for long. His fingers course in and out of your warm walls, you clench around them rocking yourself into his mouth and hand.

His other hand has been absent from you, and you wonder if he's stroking himself while pleasing you... you decide the thought isn't enough. "Banshee... I-- ah-- I want you..."

"Hm?" His hum vibrates your clit and you gasp again. You know he heard you, and that he's trying to tease you. Clever man he is.

"I want you, please, f-fill me up and--" you grip the edge of the table, a silent cry coming from you as Banshee pushes his fingers deeper inside. You feel your own slick dripping down your thighs at the sudden depth of his hand.

You lay your head on the table, feeling his pace quicken inside you, his mouth on your clit near torturous how he swirled it around his tongue, sucking and flicking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. As quiet as you had managed to be, Banshee still got a scream from you as you came around his fingers.

Banshee moves swiftly, turning you around to face him as he leans over you on the table. His armor hadn't been removed, much to your dismay and fantasy. In his hand, fingers still so deep within, you pant and clench around him again. He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. When Banshee slowly slides his hand from you, he parts his lips from yours with a smile, allowing you the moan at full volume.

You watch him, waiting for him to sign to you, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your climax. Banshee holds your gaze as he licks his hand clean of your slick, then pulls his gloves back on.

Next time.

You swallow thick as he helps you back into your top, hands ghosting your body. You pull him to you for a kiss, lingering on his lips, "Next time what?"

That velvet laugh of his, kriff you swear you could go again this second if he'd let you. He guides your hand up to his face, kissing your palm before setting it against his cheek. Banshee leans close to you, whispering in your ear, "I'll give you all of me, but not now."

You feel yourself tighten at the thought, a moan and shiver escaping you, "Banshee..."

He's off you again, retrieving your panties and then kneeling before you to help you back into them. Just to tease you, he licks your thigh with a cocky smirk, then stands.

Next time, Cyare. But not at work.

#grave squad clones #clone oc banshee #clone oc x reader #sw clone oc #sw oc #sw oc fic #sw smut #tcw smut #sw tcw smut #sw tcw fanfic #oc x reader #fic request #from the archivist

[eyes-of-the-rave]

i have hauled myself out of the depths of my artblock to actually do some gift art because i got punched in the face with iconography and symbolism, so here, st. specter of the 404th

he's one of @dickarchivist's clones and i've been greatly enjoying learning about him, so now he has a sainthood!

#mars speaks #mars does art #friend oc #grave squad clones #clone oc specter #this was genuinely so fun to draw #i'll have to do more icons like this at some point in the future #also i know the background is super simple but i promise there's Reasons

[anxiouspineapple99]

Pineapple! I am absolutely rabid for Avery/Phantom info!

Please let us know how this even HAPPENED, and so specifically I am interested in what drew them to each other given their circumstances together? What has been their biggest stumbling block to get over? How do they keep the spark going through absences, if they are separated?

What is the absolute most the other is willing to do for the other? I mean true desperation stuff.

What is a most juicy/interesting tidbit about these two that you love?

If possible, could this be from their point(s) of view in the answer?

tysm, I love this event idea!!! 🌑

Hello love! So sorry for the delay in answering! But without further ado I’ll be handing this off to Avery and Phantom!

Huge thank you to @dickarchivist for sending Phantom over for a bit! 😌 💖

Oops almost forgot the cut for length!

Avery: How did this happen? The kama. It was definitely the kama.

*she laughs*

Anyhow, what drew us together… I don't know how to say it without it sounding positively ludicrous but I was drawn to Tommy immediately. And I don’t just mean physically. Though, look at him, obviously he is gorgeous. But it was… deeper. Like the Force… it knew that I needed him, I suppose?

Every time he showed up at the Temple with Athena I just felt compelled to be near him. There were even a few times I knew he’d arrived before I’d even seen him.

Phantom, smiling: Aww you think I'm pretty- wait it was the kama?

Phantom, chuckling a little now: I think for me, it was how excited Athena is every time Avery is even mentioned. It started getting me excited, then one day she showed up to training, and... well ya know, they say love at first sight n all, but I really think I had that for Avery.

I just... *saw* her, very first time, hadn't even spoken to her, just heard her laughing... stars her laugh... I'm sure it was that, yeah.

So. She liked my Kama, I loved her laugh.

Avery, leaning in whispering: I’m kidding, love. It was that charming smile. Even now I’d move every star in the galaxy to see you smile.

Phantom, getting all bashful now: we uh... we got more questions?

*he steals a quick kiss from Avery and then looks at the interviewer*

OKAY! Our uh- our stumbling block? I... think it'd be the other jedi. Buir Dax knows, but Athena doesn't. She'd just be too excited, might spill it to the wrong person, get Avs kicked from her home... last thing I want to be is a secret, but for her, kriff I'd stop existing if she needed me to.

Avery nodding: Yes, the Order has made things a little complicated. But I’d leave tomorrow and not think twice about it if Tommy asked.

I’d also say the general stress of the war. I’m… a bit of a control freak and if I can’t control the environment to ensure Phantom is safe I tend to worry. I’ve gotten better about it…a little.

I suppose that brings us to the next question? How we keep the spark while separated…

Phantom: some ah... creative camera work? And well, just communicating whenever we can. We sleep on call sometimes, once one of us conks out the other hangs up. Can't get caught...

I'm thankful we have a bit of privacy even in the Crypt.

Avery, blushing: I may also be guilty of sending him messages disguised as confidential medical records… usually silly things like a prescription for one Jedi Healer…I think the order for Vitamin Me was the most….comical. I really missed him…

*clears her throat*

Alright. Next question. The absolute most we are willing to do for each other? In all honesty there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for him. What I feel for Phantom— it burns hotter than any sun. I’d give up everything for him. Being a Jedi…my life…all of it.

Phantom: I'd die for her. I know that isn't a *lot* from my standpoint, actually... here's one better.

I'd live for her.

Avery makes me want a life. I didn't think I'd have someone who would make me feel like that again... I want to live after the war, have a life, maybe a couple kids if she wants... if I'm capable of that, never really got a clear answer on that mark. But, yeah, so...

Most I'm willing to do for her? Give her my entire life, and make sure I don't die.

*Avery reaches over and squeezes Phantom’s hand before nuzzling her forehead into his shoulder*

After a moment Avery sits up again: Ahh yes, my apologies the final question. The most juicy tidbit about us? Mmm… there was that time I surprised Tommy in the supply closet. Or the time we almost got caught in the Temple gardens… Although, the day we finally confessed our feelings for one another will always be my favorite… Walking in on him half dressed was certainly a lovely surprise.

Phantom, blushing and chuckling, his arm around Avery's shoulders: Ahah... hooooooo... I gotta agree, my favorite was the day we confessed, but another good one was that time on the back of the speeder bike. That uh...

*he clears his throat, crossing his legs*

It's a fond memory, holding you like that…

Avery chews on her bottom lip with a dreamy smile: Mmhmm…that was…

*she breathes deeply*

Ah yes, well if those are all the questions, I just realized Phantom has a…physical today. And I’m the on call physician so that means it’s my job to perform it. It was lovely speaking with you!

You ready to go, Prince Charming?

Phantom, not wanting to waste Avery's precious time, lifts her up: Faster if I carry you, yep

Avery laughs and whispers in his ear: My room. Now. This isn’t a GAR approved physical…

#star wars #oc x oc ship #oc x oc rp #oc: avery leto #avery x phantom #valentine event #valentine’s day #clone oc phantom #grave squad clones

[somestorythoughts]

Protective Rage Obi-Wan Fic

So. @fanfic-obsessed has this cool Protective Rage Obi-Wan story idea that yall should check out because it's really good and they've got a ton of cool AU ideas. And I had an idea about an apology scene for it and then the plot bunny that makes you do things like overcomplicate worldbuilding said "you know you could do a whole fic" and now I have 4000 words. I was thinking of splitting it up into parts cause that's a long post but frankly I'm tired and should've been in bed like 90min ago cause I have work tomorrow and mornings suck so it's staying a one shot with the paragraphs spaces cause I am NOT reformatting that now. Enjoy.

            Usually, when Quinlan’s pushing himself to finish a mission through this much pain, he’s running on determination, maybe some spite. This time it’s desperation.

            He’s not sure if the shouting starts before or after he hits the door panel – or maybe it’s been going on the whole time – but he can see Obi-Wan through the spots in his eyes and that’s good, that’s good, he can’t finish this and maybe his friend can –

            “Quin!”

            It’s like leaning on stone, Obi-Wan’s mind wonderfully shielded under the worry in his voice and Quinlan holds up a datachip for the hands around his arms. “Coded. Please.”

            “I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

            He’s staring up at the ceiling now but that’s alright. Obi-Wan has the data. Quinlan can break now.*

Ahsoka isn’t panicking, but only because she’s had a lot of practice keeping her head and she’s not friends with Master Vos. She’s met him though, and knows Obi-Wan and he are close, and she’s scared for him.

            “That’s an order Marrow!” Obi-Wan snaps and the medic someone called hisses in frustration from where Ahsoka’s holding him back. She isn’t sure why Obi-Wan’s so adamant that no one get closer to them, but she knows it’s serious. For all Obi-Wan hates the medbay he’ll work with the medics, let them see him elsewhere, and he knows better than to keep serious injuries from them.

            “General his leg is gangrenous if he doesn’t get immediate treatment he could lose it! As the head medic-”

            “Quin has to be seen by a Temple healer anyone else will make it worse. I don’t like it anymore than you do Marrow.” He’s resting a hand on Master Vos’ head and is holding his hand with the other, trying to sooth his mumbling friend.

            “Can you explain why while we wait for Healer Eerin?” She asked.

            Obi-Wan frowns, the look he gets when he’s trying to figure out how to explain something Force-related in English. “Marrow. The troopers who have trouble with excessive sound. If they were injured would you treat them in a noisy medbay?”

            Marrow scowls, but he stops splitting his attention between Master Vos’ leg and how best to get around Ahsoka and says, “Of course not. Not if there was any way to avoid it.”

            “Quin’s psychometric. It’s a useful skill, but sometimes it’s like Force hypersensitivity.”

            Cody interrupts as Anakin enters. “Healer Eerin just arrived. She’s being escorted here.”

            “Any idea what happened?” Anakin says. He’s waiting by Ahsoka, whether because he already knows approaching is a bad idea or because he got the gist from the way the medics haven’t gotten closer is anyone’s guess.

            “Have to keep them safe.” Master Vos mutters and Obi-Wan’s face tightens, though his shields are still rock-solid.

            “Who Quin? Who do you need to keep safe?”

            But Master Vos never stopped talking, only just loud enough to be heard. He’s shivering too, voice breaking with groans. Whatever he was doing to walk on that leg – Ahsoka is very determinedly not looking at the swelling or the white that might be bone – he clearly can’t keep it up anymore. “Gotta keep them safe from the people and the senators and the Chancellor gotta do something useful with my unnatural powers what good are we if we can’t keep them safe apparently nothing I hoped I hoped I wasn’t gonna get my heart broken again I Obi they deserve better than this-”

            His words are cut off by the sound of the door opening as Healer Eerin and a Padawan healer sweep into the room in unfamiliar robes and go instantly to the downed Jedi. Marrow scowls heavy as thunder at not being able to treat a patient on his ship as they do, Healer Eerin passing something to Obi-Wan as she takes his place by Master Vos’ head. Obi-Wan squeezes his hand and stands, moving in line with the troopers around them so that he can slide the chip into the device and examine whatever Master Vos was so desperate to bring him.

            “Pop quiz Padawan Lele. Why do we use special gear for Master Vos?”

            Padawan Lele didn’t stop what they were doing as they replied: “Because his psychometry is super strong and the pain has seriously damaged his shields. Without the robes or equally strong shields he’ll feel too much of our minds and memories as well. This could delay his healing or damage his mind.”

            Marrow goes stiff and Ahsoka thinks that’s the first time she’s seen him look sheepish.

            For a few minutes, the room is a quiet tension, little sound aside from the Healers working or Master Vos’ delirious mumbling, fading in and out of hearing. Cody’s giving him the same worried look Ahsoka is, Master Vos sounds like his heart is as broken as his leg and she knows enough about how people work to think that the amount of self-deprecation she can hear isn’t a new thing.

            The rage, when it comes, is sudden as a lightning bolt and just as sharp. It’s gone just as quickly too – almost before Ahsoka and the other Padawan finish whipping around to stare at Obi-Wan who looks perfectly calm. Cody’s looking at him too, narrow-eyed in suspicion.

“Excuse me.” He says, still perfectly calm, and Ahsoka thinks of the weight of a sky prepared to burst and wonders if she should follow him, but the door is closed before she can decide.

“Been a while since I saw Obi-Wan get that angry.” Healer Eerin remarks.

“Huh?” Several of the troopers say. Anakin does too and the day has not been nearly overwhelming enough for Ahsoka not to role her eyes at how her oblivious master can lift a tank but not read anger when it’s shoved in his face.

“A little after Anakin first came to the Temple one of the teachers decided he was a poor fit for the Order and was trying to sabotage his work along with bullying him in class. Obi-Wan found out, asked Quin to watch Anakin for an evening, and went after the teacher. The man landed in the Halls of Healing with several broken bones and left as soon as he was cleared to move left for the furthest jedi outpost he could find. If he ever taught again I will be very surprised. Commander he’s safe to move but it would help if we had a clear path to the door.”

“You’re gonna catch flies Skyguy.” Ahsoka says faintly as Cody taps his comm to pass on the message. When he’s finished they all hear the trooper on the other end say, “By the way sir General Kenobi just left for Coruscant’s surface, said he had some business to attend to at the Senate.”

Cody nods, wearing the expression of concern and exasperation he gets whenever anyone he feels remotely responsible for does something dangerous without explaining why. “Check and see if there’s a way to find out what they’re doing.” He orders Crys as the Healers begin to maneuver Master Vos through the door.

“It’s one of the sessions journalists are reporting live sir.” Crys answers, pulling up the feed without needing to be asked, and they all group together to watch it.

*

Obi-Wan is, to put it bluntly, really fucking pissed. The anger in him pools like water, building and building, and he wills himself to keep calm control as he strides through the Senate building. If he gets too angry to think, things will go wrong.

Quinlan came to him because the things that had already gone wrong were even worse than any of them had been allowed to see, and he couldn’t fix it himself. He came to Obi-Wan for help putting things right.

Obi-Wan will be damned thrice over if he fails that mission.

He’s already sent the information on the datachip to the Council (though he doesn’t know when they’ll be able to see it), to all of the Commanders he has the contact information for (he’s not sure which of them made those particular lines of contact so secure but he trusts Cody’s view of them), and Madame Nu. They can’t afford to let this stay between the two of them, they need the backup. He knows the Council cares, is struggling as much as he is under the weight of the war, and the Commanders deserve to know and can keep their secrets. He includes Madame Nu because he doubts anyone would expect it, and the few interactions he’d seen between her and her single squad of troopers made him certain she adores them.

Plus, she studies Sith Temples. She’s gotta be more dangerous than she looks.

He walks into the rotunda where the Senate are debating the (very reasonable he’s read this one) Clone Rights bill, sees Palpatine, and allows his rage to fuel his leap for the podium.

“Tell me,” He says, cool as can be, as he smashes Palpatine’s face into the stand and kicks Amedda away when the asshole tries to interfere, “what the fuck the jedi did to you that you want our children murdered in their cribs?”

Order 66. Kill all the jedi. All of them.

“Who the fuck gave you the right to have an army bred and implant them all with control chips so that they couldn’t disobey, couldn’t be allowed to even think?”

Control chips that would wipe out the troopers’ minds, take away every thought and feeling and every piece of self that they’d fought to keep, chips that would turn the troopers his friends into the flesh droids senators liked to claim they were.

Palpatine snarled and shot off lightning. Obi-Wan deflected it and continued to ignore the screaming as he mused that perhaps Palpatine had decided there was no point in hiding when Obi-Wan was broadcasting these secrets to the Senate. Then he punched Palpatine below his sternum and then his ribs.

Ah, red lightsaber. There it is. He ducked and broke Palpatine’s arm.

“And while we’re at it, who the fuck allowed you to use those chips to control the Coruscant Guard and make them do your dirty work? Or withhold rations and bacta?”

It’s entirely possible he shouldn’t have included the information about the blackout missions and the extent of Palpatine’s control over the clones. That might have been the kind of thing they’d want to share themselves. Unless they couldn’t say anything?

“Even for the Sith you’re an exceptionally twisted shitstain.” He ducks the other lightsaber and wonders why this asshole had to learn to fight with two.

“You forced my family at blaster point to lead a war you orchestrate from both sides, forced our friends into slavery and now you want to take away everything our friends are when you use them to kill us and frankly Palpatine, I think the fuck not!”

The red lightsaber screams in his hand as he slices Palpatine’s head clean off.

*

Obi-Wan frowns as he takes in the scene. Huh, Amedda’s still here and oh that’s Master Windu and Master Yoda in the audience. He supposes some Jedi witnesses are a good idea. He grabs Amedda by the front of his robes and uses the Force to help him hold the heavy asshole over the edge of the podium with one hand, just to make sure he gets the point.

“Now you may have gathered that I’m very concerned about the clone troopers’ lack of rights. What about you?”

It turns out that Amedda is also very concerned about the clone troopers’ lack of rights. Good. “Full Republic citizenship and Senate representation that they elect instead of someone who make money off their bodies would be good too.” Obi-Wan adds, looking the Senator from Kamino dead in the eye. He’s pretty sure she’s calculating the distance between him and her pod when she nods.

If Obi-Wan had known all it would take to get his friends their rights was the public murder of one of his least favorite people, he’d have done that at the beginning of this thrice-damned war. The bill is passed very quickly and unanimously, and a couple Senators add a bit about backpay they’d had in the works as well and make some noise about allowing the clones to settle a moon or planet once they have the time to look the uninhabited ones over. That gets less enthusiasm but it’s not being shouted down and they can work with that, so Obi-Wan grins with all his teeth on display and says “I’m glad I only had to kill one politician today.”

The fear that ripples through the Force is unmistakable.

He puts Amedda down and heads to the Senate floor where the Coruscant Guard are waiting. Their shields aren’t bad but there’s awe shinning through them like sunshine in the dessert, bright and warm and painful with the twisting of old griefs and pains and shocked relief, and Obi-Wan says “I assume I’m going to be arrested?”

One of the men, who wears the rank of a Commander, takes of his helmet and asks, “Permission to speak freely sir?”

“Granted, forever and always.”

The man beams, and answers; “Then with all due respect sir, there is no way we’re going to arrest you.”

“Are you sure? I did just beat the Chancellor of the Republic to death.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. Everyone on the Guard wants him dead within their first week here.”

“Thorn put your helmet back on, we’re not safe unless that law’s enforced.” Someone snaps and a different Commander approaches, leading Master Windu and Master Yoda. His shields are beskar-strong, but judging by his voice Obi-Wan would bet he’s glaring at Thorn.

“I’m feeling a bit spiteful.” Thorn grins and Fox gives that familiar huff that usually means the trooper in question is rolling their eyes underneath their helmet.

“Don’t look at us like that we’re not locking you up either.” Mace says dryly when Obi-Wan looks at him. “I will however, make sure your Padawan gets mindhealing sessions if I have to drag him there kicking and screaming myself. He’s overdue anyway.”

Obi-Wan winces but agrees. Quin hadn’t found solid proof of Palpatine grooming Anakin to be his Sith apprentice, but the information he had found made him suspicious. And once he read that, Obi-Wan can see a lot of things that support it.

Windu pulls him into a hug, startling Obi-Wan. The other Master doesn’t often want a lot of physical contact, and for him to initiate hugs is unusual. He sinks into it.

“Do you know how Quinlan is? Bant had to take him to the Halls.”

Windu shook his head. “I’ll ask.”

“To the Temple we will go after, inform everyone, and let you see your friend.” Yoda adds.

“Vos?”

Obi-Wan blinks at the stern commander. His shields are still thick but every single one of the other Guards are radiating concern and Obi-Wan wonders if Quinlan started this investigation because it was the Guard he wanted to protect.

“He found the information on Palpatine and brought it to me. He was seriously injured and delirious when I left him with the Healers.” The Commander twitches, just barely visible, and Obi-Wan asks, “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?”

“Commander Fox.”

“Vos looked out for us.” Commander Thorn adds when it’s clear Fox isn’t going to continue. “He did his best to keep civilians off our backs, brought us bacta, snacks, and sweets when he could, tried to make us laugh. He’s our jedi even if it wasn’t official. But we haven’t seen him in weeks.”

Obi-Wan nods in understanding, then turns as Mace looks up.

“He’s in a coma. I can tell you more on the way, I trust the Guard but I don’t want to say this in the open.”

“I’m coming.” Commander Fox states and Commander Thorn nods.

“And perhaps a couple of the men. So we know how he’s doing?”

“I was going to ask one of you if you wanted to come. One would probably be best for now, I don’t know if the Healers are allowing visitors.”

“Just Fox then. I’ll watch out for our vode.” Thorn knocks his forehead gently against Fox’s, murmurs something none of them can hear, and leads the rest of the Guards away. The Jedi and single Commander push through the crowds and pile into a transport.

“Details Mace.”

It’s a sign of how serious it is that Mace doesn’t respond to the tone with a raised brow or eyeroll. “The gangrene is too serious; they have to amputate his leg at the knee. They aren’t sure how far he fell to break it that badly, but they know it’s been untreated for days. Best guess is he was running from someone and couldn’t find a place or the time to take care of it. He’s got some bruising and infected cuts on top of that which makes things worse, but they’re pretty sure they can deal with those. However. He’s not responding well to the healing. It’s not physical, it’s something mental. They aren’t sure what happened.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. Mace grips his shoulder till he stops quivering and asks slowly, “Do you have any idea what exactly happened the past few days?”

“He was almost completely out of it when he got to me.” Obi-Wan murmurs. “He, he said a lot of bad things about himself and a few things that reminded me about how some people talk about the Force. You know, when people call us or our skills unnatural. He wanted to protect someone, I’m not sure if it was the Jedi or the Coruscant Guard or someone else.”

The rest of the ride is quiet and tense.

*

Cody meets his general and general Windu at the hanger and finds himself, once again, relieved he’s wearing his armor. He’s not sure he’d survive his general finding out about the highly inappropriate reaction he had to the sight of his General beating up the Chancellor of the Republic on behalf of the troopers. His only consolation is the fact that he’s absolutely sure all the vode that aren’t asexual had the same reaction.

He is surprised to see Fox there, he hasn’t spoken to him in too long, and when he had Fox had been exhausted and tense. He’s been getting worried. He falls into step beside Fox as Obi-Wan updates him on the situation and waits till there’s no one near their group and murmurs, “You can take off the helmet if you want Fox. I promise they’re safe.”

Fox pauses, then yanks off his helmet almost violently. There’s more grey in his hair than there was last time, and a pair of scabbed-over cuts on his cheekbone. He looks like he was tired to the bone last week and hadn’t gotten any sleep this week.

“Fox-”

“Shut up.” Fox snaps, almost quiet enough to be missed by the generals, and Cody hesitates but thinks of Fox coming here to check on a severely injured jedi and decides to wait.

The Healer tells them that they can see Vos, but that they must be quiet and keep calm. The handful of Cody’s men that followed him wait so it’s Cody, Fox, Obi-Wan, and Windu that follow the healer into the room, Cody to offer moral support to his general as needed.

“Commander!” The healer yelps in alarm as Fox pushes past her, stripping off his glove and reach for the General’s limp hand, and Cody thinks of Obi-Wan using a rare order to keep Marrow at a distance and wonders what the hell Fox is thinking before Vos twitches, bare fingers curving towards where Fox has his fingers laid gently on his palm.

The healer scowled and examined the machines Vos was hooked up to. “The rest of you, no touching. Keep calm. You,” she pointed at Fox, who ignores her, heartbreak plain as day on his face “don’t move.”

Cody stays near the door, watching. Obi-Wan’s eyes have flicked towards Fox a couple times, but mostly he’s focused on General Vos. Windu is the opposite. The healer finishes examining the machines and holds her hand above Vos’ forehead, before making quiet excuses and leaving.

She comes back with Healer Eerin who preforms the same examination. “Anything wrong?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I don’t think so but I’m staying for the next 20 minutes to watch.”

It’s twenty minutes later that Healer Eerin kicks all of them out to eat except for Fox, who she brings a chair for. “I don’t know why, but your presence if helping him heal. I’m sure you have things to do but if it’s possible for you to stay a little-”

“I’m not leaving him.” Fow states, and Cody thinks of General Vos’s words on the bridge and heartbreak that hasn’t left his face and thinks oh.

They leave the door open when they go just for a bit, and Cody can tell Obi-Wan had the same idea as him because there’s concern and something that could become anger on his face. General Windu’s as inscrutable as always but Cody’s heard enough from Ponds to know the man takes threats to the jedi seriously. He shushes his troopers outside and waits.

“I’m sorry.”

It’s enough time that Cody had wondered if Fox was gonna stay silent and the shaking in his voice alarms him almost as much as the words. “I didn’t mean it I promise Quinlan. It was just a bad day and I snapped I’m sorry. You force-damned idiot it must have been days to find that and get so injured you know the Guard would’ve done anything they could for you even if I was being an asshole, you think Thorn didn’t smack me around the head when I told him? You’re our jedi Quinlan and we need you to wake up, I need you to wake up I can’t apologize properly if you’re sleeping, please, the Guard’s lost too many people please don’t let us loose our crazy jedi too.”

Fox is crying by the end of that, shaky sobs that scratch his throat, and Cody hits the panel to shut the door and turns to the two jedi.

“Well that answers that question.” Windo states. “I think the Commander will be there a while.”

“If it helps Quinlan heal I can’t speak against it.” Obi-Wan muttered. He slumps into a chair, exhausted. “It’s been a day. Who wants to eat?”

“I do.” Cody says. “And then I want to head to the barracks and make Thorn tell me what’s been going on with Fox, because I feel like I’m missing something important.”

*

Things get better after that, some slowly, some quickly. The Separatists decide it’s in their best interests to surrender to General Kenobi, and the war wraps up quickly with some planets staying separate and many arrests in the leadership (interestingly, a lot of crime groups that deal with jedi more than they would like to also decide to go clean after that footage. Who’d’ve thought?). The troopers learn about their new home with glee and throw themselves into learning how to be things other than soldiers with a mix of joy and apprehension. It takes time for the Coruscant Guard to be fully comfortable with their other brothers, but it’s something that the rest of the troopers work on furiously when they learn how hellish Coruscant had been for them. Anakin gets so much therapy (as do many other people) and the Jedi use time they have now that the war’s over to start distancing themselves a bit from the Senate, trying to ensure that they can’t be forced to lead an army again.

Fox is there when Quinlan wakes up, asleep and holding Quinlan’s hand and there are tears and apologies and promises. The Guard cheers when they get their general back because they love their crazy jedi as much as the other battalions. And the clones and jedi start to heal together.

#protective rage obi-wan fic #attack of the plot bunnies #why does writing always take longer than I think this poured out and it was still a while I should be in bed but no #the plot bunnies #anyway enjoy #quinlan vos #commander fox #quinlan x fox #probably codywan too but no details here so #star wars #clone wars #no order 66 #cause you know palps isn't giving that from beyond the grave #this is just a fun little fic please don't take it super seriously #jedi #clone troopers #obi wan kenobi #bamf obi-wan #death to palpatine #forgot to add that the idea of madam nu having a squad of troopers came from jocasta jones and the librarian clones #its be papook on ao3 and absolutely wonderful especially if you're a librarian

[ghostofskywalker]

hi could you do an hurt/comfort echo x gn jedi reader? maybe something about echo comforting reader because everytime they close their eyes, they’re reminded of order 66 and as a result they’ve become sleep deprived and they can’t meditate to calm themself down.

hello, here it is!! i hope you enjoy :)

words: 1,587

summary: Every time you close your eyes, you're reminded of the painful memories of Order 66. But as much as you've tried to keep this from the rest of the Bad Batch, it's more obvious than you realize, and it's Echo who is finally able to help you.

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Here For You

Every time you closed your eyes, the horrifying memories returned.

“You are a traitor to the Republic.”

“Execute the Jedi.”

“Don’t try to run.”

The sound of your desperate pleas filled your head as you stared down the blasters of your commander and lieutenant, the hand that was clutching your lightsaber shaking with fear.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Hail, Grave… You know me. You know I’m not a traitor.”

“I don’t want to have to defend myself against you.”

The most distressing aspect of that day was the way the Force felt, a kind of crushing pain and emptiness that you later learned was the repercussions of the extermination of every other Jedi, all at the hands of their trusted clone leaders and partners. You were lucky that you weren’t facing down an entire army, and you were able to knock your two commanding officers out before making your escape to space, but you knew that your fellow Jedi had not experienced that same circumstance.

And now, as quite possibly the last of your kind left in existence, you couldn’t let go of those painful memories. The feeling of crushing pain and the horror of staring down two men you considered to be some of your closest confidants simply did not want to leave, despite the fact that it had been months since the order was given.

You were traveling with the Bad Batch now, having met them in a moment of sheer luck, and you were grateful to have found people who at least somewhat understand the world you lived in and the danger of the galaxy. You had never worked with them during the war, but after you rescued Omega from a bounty hunter and she couldn’t stop talking about “the one with the lightsaber,” they tracked you down and offered you a place on their ship. You had clearly been wary of them at first, but once it was proved that their chips were all removed (and that most of them had never even activated in the first place), you became a member of the crew.

They had shown you so much kindness and patience as you adjusted to the new life you lived, and you didn’t want to appear weak in front of them. Every time you closed your eyes those memories returned, and you tried as hard as you could not to let your fatigue show when you were in their company. You offered to keep watch any time you could, often encouraging the other members of the team to get some sleep, because you never could. In particular, you wanted to keep all of this from Echo, who you had developed something of a crush on since joining the team. Both of you had not been original members of the squad, instead finding your place here after the fact, and because of that you couldn’t help the way you were drawn to him.

Sometimes you wondered if the other realized something was off about you. Hunter occasionally looked like he was going to say something, and there was often a concerned expression on Wrecker, Tech, and Echo’s faces, but none of them ever broached the topic with you. What hurt the most was that you couldn’t even meditate, because the moment you tried to look into the force, you felt that pain and sorrow again and it wasn’t long before the memories were front and center in your mind.

It was one of those sleepless nights again, and you had kicked Tech out of the cockpit of the Marauder so he could get some sleep. The ship was hurtling through hyperspace, and beauty of the blue streaks that surrounded the vessel was enough to keep the negative thoughts and painful memories at bay for a little while, even if it did nothing about the crushing feeling of tiredness that blanketed your body.

You were startled slightly when you heard someone else enter the cockpit, and you turned to see Echo step through the door, his thin frame covered by a large blanket and a sleepy expression on his face.

“You can go back to bed if you’d like,” you said, returning your gaze to once again stare through the windshield. “I’m okay here.”

“It’s fine,” Echo responded, sitting down in his chair at the front of the ship. “You should really get some rest.”

That was not the response you were looking for. Clearly Echo would rather be cuddled up in his bunk dreaming about loth cat snuggles and freshly baked cookies, so why wasn’t he leaving at your proposition? “I did already,” you said. “I really don’t mind keeping watch for the rest of the night, so don’t worry about me.”

Echo was silent, and it seemed as if he was deciding whether or not he should say anything in response. Eventually, it seemed that his impulses won out. “According to Hunter you didn’t sleep last night, and I’m sure Tech would say the same thing about tonight if asked.”

“I slept!” That was a bold-faced lie, but you hoped that you might still be able to get him to believe you.

“When?” Echo asked softly. You suddenly felt a pang of what seemed like shame, and you knew he wasn’t mad at you, but you still didn’t want to disappoint or worry him.

“Last week,” you mumbled softly, hoping he heard “last night” instead.

To his credit, Echo didn’t react much, other than with slightly widened eyes. “Why?”

Not wanting to lie anymore, you looked down at the floor of the cockpit, taking a deep breath before responding to the question. “Because every time I close my eyes, I relive it.”

Echo paused, then reached over to lay his hand on top of yours. “Order 66?” he asked softly, and you nodded.

“I can’t fall asleep without that day plaguing my brain,” you said. “So now I have to wait until my body simply cannot take the exhaustion of being awake for so long and I practically collapse.”

The look in Echo’s eyes was exactly why you didn’t want to tell anyone in the first place. You could tell that he pitied you, and you didn’t want them to see you as useless, or Maker forbid, broken. “Has anything else helped you forget for a little bit?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Every time I get into my bunk it’s like that day is suddenly etched into my brain.”

“Have you tried sleeping anywhere else?”

You looked at him with a confused expression on your face. “I don’t think anyone would really be willing to give up their bunk for me if that’s what you’re asking.”

“First of all, I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” he said. “But I meant anywhere else on the ship.”

You shook your head, and Echo just nodded before getting up and disappearing from the cockpit. You could hear him walking around the ship, and you wondered what he was doing, and how this could possibly help you.

Moments later, he returned with an arm full of pillows and at least two more blankets draped over his shoulders. Laying the pillows down on the floor, he returned with even more of them, and you found yourself wondering where he had found all these cushions. You could only watch in confusion as he lowered himself down onto the makeshift nest in the corner of the ship and patted the space next him.

You must have looked completely and utterly bewildered at this point. “What are you doing?”

If you can’t sleep in your bunk, maybe you’ll have better luck here. This spot sits right above the primary engine of the ship, and the soft hum and gentle movement should help lull you to a calmer state.”

You were touched that he was willing to do this for you, but you still didn’t like the idea of having to rely on others for help. Unfortunately though, it seemed that it could no longer be avoided, so you sat down next to him and rested your back against the wall.

Echo fluffed the blankets up so that they covered both of you, and you were grateful for the warmth and comfort. Obviously it wasn’t as soft as laying down on a plush mattress, but you had hope that this would be the thing that helped you fall asleep. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and you leaned your head against his shoulder. You felt him softly kiss the top of your head and move closer to you, placing his arm around your waist. “I’m here for you.”

This was the moment of truth, and much to your surprise, a sense of peace settled over you, one that you haven’t felt in quite some time. Clearing your mind was easier than it had been in the past, and you felt your eyes droop as they grew heavier, your body grateful for the chance at peace and rest for a little while.

“Thank you Echo,” you said sleepily, snuggling up to him. “I really appreciate this.”

He hummed in response, allowing you to get closer to him. “I’ll be here when you wake up, cyar’ika,” he said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

Yesterday you would have laughed at that statement, telling him that it would be impossible not to worry, but right now, as you finally drifted off to sleep for the first time in what felt like forever, you were starting to believe it was true. 

- the end -

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Becoming friends with the Grave squad is one of the easiest things you’ve ever let yourself do.

Grim reminders of the war you’re fighting make any capacity for just letting things happen practically impossible; you’re always alert, always keen, always firm with decisions and tactics because there’s no space for shrugs and ‘let’s see how it goes’ when everything you know is on the brink of destruction.

So when you join the 404th and meet a group of pleasantly dispositioned clones with some of the coolest helmets you’ve ever seen, letting yourself go with the tides becomes so appealing.

They actively enjoy your company, wave you over when they spot you in a crowd, and flash you handsome smiles as you join in on any conversation they’d been having previously. Each of them has their own story to tell and you find little things to adore about each.

Yet one takes up your headspace more than the rest.

Banshee holds a presence stronger than you initially thought. The quiet, more serenely observing member of their squad never demanded your attention, whether just through implications or bluntly placing himself in front of you (like certain brothers of his), yet your eyes always drifted his way. There’s something to him you can’t place, something that makes his appeal stronger and pulls you into his orbit more.

So you ask questions. Verbally, when you’re grabbing food and ask him if rations are the best thing he’s ever tasted, to which he promptly places his plate down and tells you, it’s better than Specter’s cooking, at least, before scooping a pile of rice and going to his table, leaving you biting the inside of your cheek with the smallest little smile. Nonverbally, when you see him swaying slightly in the carrier. Tired? You mouth, to which he nods and rubs his forehead with a soft grimace, the preceding sigh and gentle parting of his lips too delicate for the world he’s subjected to.

It’s rare for the thought of his face and eyes and pretty smile to leave your brain. It’s always there, whether in the forefront or not, demanding a place burrowed deep into your psyche because it’s just so important.

Not that you’d complain or nag your mind to stop. Being relaxed and smitten is a privilege in wartime.

Especially when you do make a mistake and do falter slightly when you trip on your feet beside Ban and his fast reflexes save the day.

You yelp twice in a row; once when you feel your balance slipping, and once again when you feel strong, sturdy arms wrap around your waist and turn you to face the holder of them. Banshee’s eyes are far too pretty, and you hesitate to say anything when he catches you and stares down at your silly mess, promptly holding your waist and placing you back on your feet without a second thought.

Be careful, he signs, and you stammer, choking up a response you had not thought out fully even as you begin to speak.

“I–I’m trying!” You retort, voice weak. But Banshee still grins and nods modestly before both of you turn and continue walking. You proceed to bedim your face to hide your wide eyes and aggressively unyielding blush.

When you fight beside his brothers, you get to hear his voice. Phantom quips something witty about clankers and you grin, Ghost following suit with a reminder to keep your eyes on the prize, and then you hear the cry tear through the air.

“GET DOWN!”

Something bursts. Your legs crumble above the rubble and your knees are barely saved from scraping when you drop down. Fire ripples above you as if something mystical had let out a breath of scalding kindle, and your eyes widen in shock. 

When it’s finally gone, and the view of dancing and orange blues is replaced with gray smoke, you take a deep intake of breath. Still pressed between his brothers on the ground, Banshee leaves his place behind the three of you and leans down, eyes scanning to your left to check on Phantom, then right to check on Ghost, then to you.

Alright? He signs, eyes not leaving yours.

With a fragile nod, his lips form a tight line as a way to respond and he pulls you up. Why he chose to grab you first, you’re unsure. The mere thought doesn’t occur to you hours after the fact in the solace of the barracks.

“RAI! THE PACKAGE! KEEP IT SECURE!” Banshee shouts again, and all of you follow suit in your urgency, darting to the next blockade.

His voice is what occupies your thoughts for the next few days. It moves along the same orbit as the rest of your curiosities and thoughts about him, posing more questions and fascinations; what does he sound like when soft-spoken? Would he ever speak for you? Mutter, even? You’d hear anything he’d be willing to say. If he wants you to hear.

Your avid, curious eyes get the best of you once again when he catches you gazing at the heart tattooed on his temple.

“I–I like it,” You stammer immediately, trying to seem less creepy.

Banshee presses his fingers right under his bottom lip to sign thank you.

“Why’d you get it?” You ask, then proceed to internally damn your dorkiness. He blinks, taking in your question before signing,

Athena drew it there once.

You smile warmly, then remark.

“She’s quite the artist. She should draw the tattoos for all of your brothers.”

His chuckle simmers in the back of his throat and he grins your way. You try not to let your heart leap (it does anyway).

You have a nice smile.

Ban’s eyes widen ever so slightly when he watches you sign.

I didn’t know you knew sign language, he responds, expression softer every moment that passes.

You shrug and sign back,

I’ve been learning. And I picked up some from you.

None of this is a lie. But it feels untruthful not to tell him why. Learning sign had never been a large priority for you before you met Ban. Picking up any hobby or wanting to accomplish something on the side during a time of war is not the easiest task. But you’d take time for something, someone as lovely as Ban. You do.

The sweetest little smile spreads across his lips and he signs,

I really appreciate that. I hope you know.

And you nod curtly.

“I do know. At least I think so.”

Something you can't quite place is etched across his features as he responds.

I want you to feel my appreciation for everything you do so there’s no doubt in your mind otherwise.

As he finishes his sentence, your heart seizes in its chest and your face turns a deep flush of red. Just then, does the shutter of a camera click to your right.

You turn. Specter’s distinct chuckling gives away his discreet spot behind a beam and you scoff.

“Seriously?”

He peaks out more, shrugging while lowering his camera.

“Just capturing the moment.” He pans out a hand as if highlighting his next words in bold colors for the general public to gaze upon. “‘Two dorks in their natural habitat.’”

“Vod,” Banshee chastises verbally, and the lightest giggle bubbles up Specter’s chest as he saunters away to the rest of their brothers watching avidly from afar.

All of the Grave squad is pleasantly agreeable. But on second thought, perhaps falling for Banshee is the easiest thing you’ve let yourself do.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

OC Sunday: CT-1666, "Banshee" (OC of @dickarchivist)

Hi Archie! I have a GAR Datafile for my beloved husband Banshee, just in time for OC Sunday! Thank you for celebrating with me 🖤🖤🖤

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Transcript in alt text and below the cut.

GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC

Personnel Datafile

Name: Banshee

Rank: Clone Ordnance Specialist

Identifying number: CT-1666

Duty assignment: Grave Squad of the 404th Battalion

Status: AWOL

Service Record

Commendations: Outstanding Bravery

No Man Left Behind

Qualifications: Complete training in the creation and dismantling of explosives, as well as Stealth Operations, Hand to Hand Combat, and minor training in medical relief.

Medical record: Partial Hearing Loss in both ears. Selective Mute. PTSD. Scarring around throat, indicating several traumatic injuries. Allergic to bantha fur.

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[ang-900]

The Original Voltron Adaptations Vs Their Original Japanese Counterparts.

Beast King Go-Lion:

Go-Lion/Voltron's backstory is that he got split due to his hubris after thinking he could take on the space goddess.

Voltron is a sentient being who lived long before time.

Voltron's title is king of the beasts.

All the pilots, save Fala/Allura, are from Earth.

All the boys are effectively in the same boat as VLD Shiro and have the gladiator backstory.

Earth is dead and gone, consumed by World War 3 by the start of the show.

Allura is canonically 16.

Raible/Coran's a strategist.

Altea/Arus's people were assumed to all be destroyed (especially the royal family), but they're all hiding out.

Allura's parents and siblings are executed by Daibazaal/Zarkon's hand while she was a year old baby. Zarkon didn't know she existed.

Hiroshi Suzuishi/Pidge is descended from Ninja.

There's so much blood and gore. People get cut in half vertically and horizontally. We get the privilege of watching people drop dead on screen with these horrifying faces and screams. Zarkon and Sincline/Lotor drink blood, too.

Honerva/Haggar has this bs called occult science.

Akira Kogane/Keith and Allura are so slowburn to the point it might not exist between them.

King Raimon/Alfor's ghost comes back from the grave to tell the paladins how much they suck.

Pidge threatens to eat the space mice twice.

Shirogane Takashi/Sven dies and and a later episode introduces his younger brother, Ryou/Sven, who was captured as a slave among others before Earth was fully destroyed.

Cannibalism

A tragic side character commits suicide at the end of an episode

Amue/Romelle's older brother is willingly turned into a robeast. Her older brother and father are both murdered by the Galra during a battle with Voltron.

Earth is completely destroyed and uninhabitable. The boys become honorary citizens of Arus.

A scene depicting Pidge's mother shows her seeing him off his mission. It's the last time he sees her.

Lotor has a dream about his mother where it suggests Zarkon had a hand in her disappearance. A flashback occurs showing us she was a good person and was killed for moral differences.

Coran's son, Saint/Garret, died as an infant while he and his mother were escaping from the castle. They are buried by a local group of people. The Galra dig up this grave to clone him.

Hys/Nanny is shot by Garret and dies.

A father-daughter bond is implied between Coran and Allura when the latter comforts the former after the Garret incident.

The Galran foot soldiers are living beings.

Romelle almost died via firing squad.

One notable robeast involved a snake like being who survived a civil massacre amongst her people and was introduced burying her deceased child. She adopts Pidge within the same episode. She dies at the end from blood loss.

Another notable side character was a sand person. Allura befriends this one by giving it her bracelet. The sand person is turned into a robeast. It's implied the sand person dies at the end, though it is unclear why.

During the final battle, Lotor sends out trapped prisoners in bubbles as bombs so Voltron can't move without killing them. Lotor also shoots them as missles. Haggar also shoots at the prisoners so Voltron can move and end Lotor's career.

Haggar's motive in helping Voltron lies in that Lotor killed Zarkon.

Haggar is Zarkon's mother.

Ryou dies fighting Lotor.

Honerva dies. Zarkon dies. Lotor dies.

Voltron: Defender of the Universe:

"We don't need clothes." Keith, 1984.

Arus is still alive, they just get attacked.

Voltron's backstory is that Haggar disguised herself as said space goddess and wrecked Voltron into five pieces.

Coran's a diplomat.

Voltron's title is King of the Robots

Galaxy Garrison exists here.

Allura grew up an only child and seldom saw her parents because they were busy.

Sven is severely injured and is, instead, sent to another planet to recuperate, but gets captured as a slave on planet Doom and thinks he's crazy.

Zarkon disrespects Haggar likes it's nobody's business.

King Alfor built Voltron.

Zarkon has a nephew

Pidge has a sister who's stated to be training as a pilot.

That same tragic side character is said to have returned to her home planet offscreen

Romelle's older brother is willingly turned into a robeast. He swims out to see in the middle of a battle with Voltron. Romelle's father in consequence goes mad and is implied to have died as a result.

Balto is ravaged by Lotor's forces. Pidge becomes an honourary citizen of Arus.

Pidge is an orphan and the scene of his mother depicts his adoption

Lotor has a dream about Allura instead. Allura's nightmare shows us she's afraid of Zarkon.

"Lotor, my beloved son, you're a nitwit." -Zarkon, 1984

Doom/Drule council.

Coran's son, Garret, and his wife are said to be alive in another dimension they were beamed to when the Galra attacked them. The clone is robotic like.

Allura when comforting Coran after the Garret incident, calls him a good man.

Lance is a country boy.

The Doom foot soldiers are robots.

Romelle was sentenced to be shot by a firing squad with stun guns.

Lotor and Haggar look for a new robeast victim among the Medusans. Audibly noting that they're all in a deep rest. That Medusan lady chooses to adopt Pidge. She also gets hurt, but it's implied she lives.

The episode about the sand people goes relatively the same way. However, the sand person is stated to be exhausted, but alive.

Sven is injured and sent back to planet Pollux to heal.

During the final battle, Lotor sends out robots in bubbles to trap Voltron. Keith can't move him because the bombs would blow up in their face. Lotor shoots them as missiles. Haggar shoots them down so Voltron can end Lotor's career.

Zarkon lives. Haggar lives. Lotor lives.

Pidge has a brother, Chip.

The same:

The Robeasts sometimes have unique tits (long, metallic, and spiky).

Lotor has three different kinds of chins and noses he alternates between.

Allura's only living relative is her aunt.

Armoured Fleet Dairugger XV:

The show begins with a strong theme linked to the lifestyle and aspirations of young sailors staking their life on the sea.

The Galaxy Alliance's goal is to create a star map of the universe, explore planets, and potentially colonize one.

Shinji Ise/Commander Hawkins is unsure if there are any lifeforms other than the three species in the Galaxy Alliance.

There are three planets in the Galaxy Alliance: Earth, Mira, and Sala.

Miranda Keats/Krik has telepathy.

Barros Karateya/Zandee is possibly from New York.

The cook can sing and cook.

Krik and Moya Kirigas/Cinda are Mirans.

Shota Kreutz/Wolo and Saruka Katz/Tangor are Salans.

The main fleet has spent 7 months in space.

Manabu Aki/Jeff hates spicy food.

Tatsuo Izumo/Shannon has no deeper reason to hate the Galveston/Drule other than they've been fighting one another recently.

Sim/Sandu dies as a pilot with his ship.

Wolo's brother dies.

Haruka Kaga/Lisa's singing when the force is stalled on the weather planet.

Murder

Captain Barataria/Brak kills himself.

Walter Jack/Cliff's brother's name is Jimmy.

Cliff has a magic hobby. He wants to be a member of the Magic Castle in Hollywood.

The Dairugger crew/Vehicle force sing the theme song when sending off Captain Dick Asimov/Stanley.

The planet Hawkins saw blow up was a consequence of the Galra not wanting a base to be built on that planet - Planet Apollo.

Krik on his shift as commander simply orders the teams to head to their vehicles.

The Vehicle Force are observing the artifact they collected in a previous episode with hopes and doubts the civilization survived.

Commander Hagi/Kernel Klaus dies.

Director Wakasa/Marshal Graham is peeved the people aren't taking Drule threat seriously.

Drake/Mongo dies. Teles/Hazar has a devastating reaction to it.

Graves

Krik is implied to be a prince.

Sirk/Dorma has no biological relation to Hazar and instead is his adjutant.

Hazar's father is a Homeworld secretary socrat and he's immediately dismissed from this position when Hazar returns to Galveston.

Planet Mira has flowers similar to purple orange-spotted flowers.

The Vehicle team learned space combat at the space fortress.

The queen of Eldora states the Galran frontline base is east of the planet Eldora, in the area where the blue light shines.

Earth gets attacked, and are fending off the Galra.

Yasuo Mutsu/Chip trained really hard at the space fortress' juvenile school in terms of science.

The pendant Lisa gives Jeff is what her mother gave her before Dairugger's departure from Earth. Lisa considers this a souvenir.

Commander Date/Kernel Kerbert* and crew die due to how damaged the ship is.

Patty Ellington/Ginger planted a seed she found in her room. She compares the growth of the plant to their perseverance.

A sunset reminds Cliff of his hometown.

Hazar gets promoted to commander of the attack fleet.

Pidge dreams of driving his mother to Mt. Fuji. We see her physically in the back seat.

Krik's letter is from his father who states harvest is good on Mira. Cliff's letter's from his father who sends his greetings to Ginger.

The photo of the baby is Jeff's newborn nephew. He has at least one sibling.

Chip is a lonely single child.

Lisa and Chip are childhood friends. They were in the same class in juvenile school, and they trained together at the space fortress.

Kazuto Nagato/Hutch and Tasuku Izu/Marvin insult the three girls. They're mad because Kai Shinobu/Rocky previously talked about Emma/Twyla continuously, whilst Hutch says he grows tired of the three. Ginger trips Hutch and he cries.

Commander Twyla dies.

The crew of the Space Explorer play rugby with a squad of Galra soldiers. They all die.

Both the buck and the fawn die.

The two dolphins die. One was a calf. The mother swims head on to a bomb.

Ginger is grievously injured, and is piloting her machine while fighting off sleep medication. She is dedicated to fighting by her team.

Hazar hesitates to land a killing blow and his gun is shot from his hand. Dorma shoots the body guard and in pain he shoots about wildly, accidentally striking Emperor Corsair/Zeppo - who dies.

The date by the time of the Drule evacuation is Feb 9 in the space year 2203.

Commander Newley agrees the Drules should have the third planet of the 26 system as they have nowhere to go.

Commander Hazar is assassinated by three Galveston soldiers. One of whom is Sandu's younger brother.

Jeff gives Lisa's necklace to Hazar's corpse.

Voltron: Defender of The Universe - Vehicle:

The Galaxy Garrison's motive is to find a second planet because Earth is suffering overpopulation.

It's implied the Vehicle Team and crew already encountered Hazar. He is described as a pirate.

The Vehicle Force call themselves the Voltron Force.

The Vehicle Force can only stay combined for five minutes.

Lisa is implied go be an alien.

Wolo's planet has seven moons.

There is a spy aboard the Galaxy Cruiser for the Drules. This is never touched upon again.

The food is crap.

Krik's from a water planet and it was at one point saved by Voltron.

Krik has ESP abilities.

The Drule have a confirmed child soldier among their ranks.

Shannon's brother was taken prisoner and is currently being held on Planet Doom.

Commander Hawkins pours hot chocolate from kettles.

Wolo's brother is implied to have survived the encounter with the beast.

Lisa talks about past African civilization when the Force is stalled on the weather planet.

Commander Brak says he'll move to another planet if the Galra choose to be peaceful.

Cliff is a country boy. Has a confirmed younger brother named Ginny* and two other brothers.

The Voltron Force are singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" for Captain Newley's farewell party.

Commander Hawkins saw a planet, Orus*, get blown up. The reason for its destruction is unknown.

Krik on his round as commander gives orders with great enthusiasm which is noted by his teammates.

The chef paints as a hobby and the Vehicle Force spend an entire scene roasting his painting.

Kernel Klaus lives and wants to continue building bases.

Marshal Graham is down in the dumps when people joke about him and other high ranking personnel.

Mongo took an experimental time travel ship 😭 and left the empire for good because he no longer wanted to be a part of war.

Hazar drops the photo of him and Mongo because he's clumsy. He looks at it and wishes the latter luck.

The Drule are searching for a new planet due to a transient sun while the Galaxy Garrison are searching due to overpopulation.

Commander Hawkins and Jeff's relationship is funnier than it needs to be.

Ginger got run over twice by joggers.

Lisa invented a carrot and cabbage cocktail she calls 'C & C'.

Pidge and Chip are twins.

Jeff's favourite food is spaghetti.

Jeff has been intentionally skipping Professor Page's plant seminars.

We see Krik's family photo.

Hazar and Dorma are brother sister and he has a good relationship with her.

Commander Nerok escapes in an escape shuttle.

The crew drinks hot chocolate in their downtime.

Earth gets attacked and wins against the Drule.

Ginger brought an unknown plant seed aboard ship and is growing a small plant.

Jeff explains a learned philosophical viewpoint to Commander Hawkins, and the latter's answer is that Jeff would make a great politician.

Lisa bought a good luck charm from a wizard on Planet Korb*. Jeff doesn't believe in that, but he wears the necklace the following episode.

"There is a good chance the lieutenant could be damaged." & "You're a brave fool." -Krik, 1985

Pidge and Chip studied solar energy as a hobby.

Kernel Kerbert* and his crew survive by fleeing in escape ships.

Jeff has a dog named Rover. He named a planet after said dog, an idea Commander Hawkins shoots down.

Krik's father bought another hydro bionic farm that he will inherit one day.

It's implied Cliff writes about Ginger to his brother as they want to meet 'that smashing Ginger'.

Jeff's family sent his baby photo. He thinks he's still cute.

Lisa and Chip are close enough she recognizes his hand writing.

Chip dreams about Pidge. He worries greatly about his brother after the lack of a letter.

Hutch insults the three girls based on their looks implying Twyla is hotter. Ginger trips Hutch after he, Marvin, and Rocky insult all three female members of the Voltron Force and he cries.

Commander Twyla escapes in an escape shuttle.

The Voltron Force play football with the Drule. Jeff finds Lieutenant Antor seriously hurt under rubble, but they heal him and he lives.

The buck dies but the fawn lives.

The dolphin is a single dolphin who somehow managed to disable a missile and survive.

"We just signed an important peace treaty right at this table. I've agreed to let Ginger slurp up her spaghetti, and she's agreed to let me slurp up my soup." -Cliff to Jeff, (Ginger present).

"Well I didn't sign and I want my own table away from you." -Krik to Cliff and possibly Jeff, (Ginger present).

Episode 45. Episode 45 is way too funny. Krik and Cinda crave coconuts out of the blue, ask Commander Hawkins if they can stop at a planet for some, and Krik salutes to his commander that it was a 'dumb idea'.

Ginger has PTSD from an experience as a child where she survived a ship blowing up.

The Drule home-world had destructive material buried under the surface.

Hazar spares Zeppo, but the latter's body is slumped on the throne.

Captain Newley relocates the Drule to a planet in the fourth quadrant in the far galaxy.

Hazar lives.

Krik is passive-aggressive.

The Drule blow up perfectly good planets they can't have.

The Same:

Krik has ESP abilities.

Krik can possibly play an instrument. He holds it the entire time, however.

Jeff, when he takes the first shift as Commander, is disgusted and reluctant to sit beside Commander Hawkins much to the amusement of the man.

Commander Hawkins is passive aggressive.

The Drule homeworld is getting hotter. All the residents have moved below ground, and starvation is prominent.

Krik pilots Voltron when Jeff is out of commission.

Krik shoves a whole gun into Jeff's pants.

The Sky Team ft. Krik drive a tank/enemy patrol car.

Dorma is kidnapped and asked to join the resistance which she steadily accepts.

Original Japanese:

All the foot soldiers are organic.

Consequences. Consequences everywhere.

A good portion of one note characters die.

Adapted Shows:

Stun guns. Stun guns everywhere.

All the foot soldiers are robots.

Bonus Voltron season 3:

King Alfor's ghost can bend the fabric of space. He can also shoot lasers without a gun.

Nanny lives.

Pidge has formed murderous intent towards the castle mice.

Fifth castle mouse.

Commander Cossack a.k.a. Cossack the Terrible.

Lotor drinks something called a mean potion that increases his meanness.

Queen Merla.

King Deus Ex Machina Alfor.

Lotor gets put in jail and has his allowance revoked.

"You don't know Zarkon like I do." -Lance, 1985.

Bonus Bonus Fleet of Doom:

Chip is taller than Pidge.

Hunk is buddies with Modac.

Wolo and Lance used to lightly "bully" Cliff.

Keith and Jeff are competitive with each other.

6 year-old Keith got lost in a forest.

Haggar has two wolves within her (not literal wolves).

*Not sure what the confirmed spelling is but I did my best to spell it like it sounds.

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[kimbureh]

Teamplay explosive as Ipsium, TBB S2E9&10

So far I managed to evade spoilers for season 2, but I picked up on fandom being sort of frustrated with the lack of Crosshair's appearances. Which, yes, it's factually true as of S2E10 Crosshair appeared in only one episode. But on the other hand, episodes 9 and especially 10 are direct metaphors for Crosshair's arc, the text itself all but says so.

But one thing at a time.

It's fascinating to see the Batch slowly disintegrate, because the conflict further reveals every Batcher's ideals and coping mechanisms. Wrecker is the sensitive one of the group, and when he tells Omega she will get used to Echo's absence, he's assuring himself with that just as much. He also begins messing up during the missions. Think of Wrecker in Clone Wars: his unpredictability is integral part of the team's successful exploits. Once Crosshair and the amicable rivalry with him is gone, Wrecker lacks focus during missions, even if Echo explains the plan to him over and over again. With Echo gone as well, his stabilizing influence is sorely missed, with grave consequences. When the stampede in S2E9 hits them, and they have to leave behind the ipsium, Wrecker chooses to save his friend instead of going for the riches, and is criticized by Tech.

Tech's coping mechanism is to cling to facts. They needed the ipsium, and Wrecker lost it. They end up being trapped in another mine. These are all facts, and under duress, more and more facts pour out of Tech. Their ship is gone, they're unable to track it, Echo can't be reached for help. All these things are facts to Tech, and he sees no harm in asserting those, even though this gravely upsets Omega. Omega's coping mechanism is to be and feel useful. Her ideals lie in seeing the Batch as a family, and she suffers because they don't act accordingly. Tech shares her family ideals, but voices an inability to act on them, as well as the need to stay pragmatic in order to not further destabilize the squad; Tech holds onto facts so desperately, he is unwilling to allow the emotional impact of the change to come to the surface, instead opting to compartmentalize the issue for a nebulous 'later'.

Hunter, I honestly have no thoughts about. At this point he is a pure plot device to me that will re-activate itself once Crosshair comes into play again. Until then, his sole narrative purpose lies in being an ineffective leader and well-meaning but ill-equipped father. His coping mechanisms? Sucking everything up, I guess. His ideals? Hell if he knows himself. His whole identity is arranged around Omega's existence, but not exactly in a familial kind of way, it's a rather desperate act and Omega seems to serve as a substitute for Crosshair.

Speaking of Crosshair. As I said, he doesn't appear in S2E9&10, but the story is definitively about him. Mokko and his exploitative mining operation is directly compared to the Empire twice, and Benni serves as a stand-in for Crosshair. Benni's arc affords him to reject being a willing part of his own enslavement; the great obstacle for him to overcome is personified in the slaver Mokko and his lies.

Transferred to Crosshair, this means he too can leave behind the Empire, if only he can overcome the obstacles. Which bears the question, who is Crosshair's Mokko? And the answer is, he himself is. Crosshair convinced himself that he has got no choice anymore, that he can't return to the Batch, that being a willing tool to the Empire is what he wants or at least what keeps him alive. The way for him to see through his own lies isn't by acquiring new facts, like Benni had to do by learning about Mokko's exploitative profit margins. But Crosshair needs to learn something still, which is (not incidentally) something Omega had to learn in the opening story of season 2: which is the ability to overcome one's shame (I've already written about this at length). Omega can be interpreted as Crosshair's inner child, and as such her character development prepares the path for Crosshair's development.

(pls not season 2 spoilers, I haven't fully watched it yet)

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[dickarchivist]

Movie Night

Clone oc Banshee × GN!Reader

Word Count 551

Prompt: Cuddling and eventually falling asleep + kiss on the cheek

Rating: PG, but minors DNI still 🔞

Contents and Warnings: MAXIMUM FLUFF, but also reader has depression. This is a cheer up fic

Summary: Banshee comes to the rescue when your depression gets the better of you.

Author's Notes: This is actually really super inspired by @wizardofrozz . I'm very thankful for that.

This is for @clonethirstingisreal !! I super duper messed up and posted their ask too soon. Thank you so much for this prompt. It's very sweet, and I hope you like it ♡♡♡

As always, all Sign will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word and sign.

The rain kept you in that day. At least, that's what you'd told Banshee in your message, canceling your date for a fifth time. It'd been a long time since you'd seen each other, his last deployment had gone on for three months and his time away had given your depression an opening. The thought of Banshee seeing you like this made you sick to your stomach, would he even recognize you? Would he still love you?

But whether you liked it or not, you were getting your answer. There was a hard, strong knocking at the front door, frantic in its energy. You'd never heard Banshee's voice so loud before. The few time he'd spoken in your presence, it was hushed, soft, full of love and Intimacy. But what was in his voice as he yelled your name through the thick door to your flat was fear.

When you finally open the door, the look of terror on Banshee's face makes your heart ache, and when he surges forward to embrace you, you can't help but cry and cling to him. You missed him so much, why'd you keep putting off seeing him?

I'm sorry for just showing up, but I was worried about you, The hurt in his eyes makes your guilt double, but as he signs, it gets worse, Do you want me to leave? Or... or do you want me to stop seeing you?

"No!" You hold his hands, gently rubbing his knuckles with your thumbs, "No, Ban, it's not... please don't go, I... everything just hurts!"

He holds you. In his lap, you feel safe, loved, as he rubs your back and rests his head on yours. You try to explain, try to reason out the depression you struggle with, and you know he's listening by the soft hums of affirmation he's able to give you. After a while, you're not sure how long exactly, Banshee gets up and carries you to your bedroom. There, he stands you up beside your bed, then moves the blankets and pillows around.

Banshee leaves you there a moment, but returns with a holopad and a smile so soft it breaks your heart in the best ways.

Let's have our date.

"Banshee, I- I can't go out right now, I-" he holds his hand up to stop you, and then kicks off his boots. You chuckle as he gets into the bed and holds an arm out to beacon you toward him, "You're joking..."

I never joke about dates with you, Pretty Girl.

As you climb into bed with him, your back pressed against his chest, Banshee throws the blanket over the two of you. He kisses your shoulder and cheek, nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and then presses play on the holopad. A movie starts to play, but you're not paying it much mind. You're focused on the feeling of Banshee around you, his arms holding you close, his heartbeat against your back. Your breathing is syncing up, and his warmth makes all the bad things seem far away.

"'M gettin' sleepy..." you turn your head, and see that Banshee's already out, his face peaceful. As you turn around to embrace him, you place a lingering kiss on his cheek, "Thanks Ban..." Before curling up against your beloved.

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[melymigo]

Character's descriptions of the Lego Skywalker Saga game.

Full descriptions here:

Hunter

Hunter is the leader of Clone Force 99, the squadron of clones that developed advantageous mutations during their cloning process. Despite their desirable skills, the squad are often ironically  referred to as the "Bad Batch". Hunter's unique mutation lead to the enhancement of all his senses, which make him a keen strategist and effective leader in the field.

Tech

A member of Clone Force 99, commonly known as the "Bad Batch", Tech is an elite soldier that developed beneficial mutations during the cloning process. His heightened cognitive abilities make Tech a gifted engineer and scientist.

He provides the Bad Batch with unique advantages in the field, such as translating alien languages to communicate with locals and gain vital intel. Despite his penchant for technology, Tech is known to be a rather talkative clone.

Wrecker

Wrecker was one of the many clones created for the Grand Army of the Republic, but due to his desirable mutations,  he was assigned to Clone Force 99. This unique squad of clones referred to themselves as "The Bad Batch" and each of the members had beneficial mutations that gave them an advantage in the battlefield. Wrecker had developed increased strength and was vastly bigger than regular clones.

Crosshair

The cantankerous clone known as Crosshair is a member of the Clone Force 99, or the "Bad Batch".

His unique genetic mutations have Crosshair exceptional sharpshooting abilities, making him one of the galaxy's most gifted marksmen. The sniper has a reputation of being a rather cynical figure and is often heard disdainfully referring to regular clone troopers as "regs".

Echo

Gravely injured whilst, on Lola Sayu, Echo was captured by Separatists and turned into a cyborg. The injured clone was kept in stasis on Anaxes (Skako minor) unwittingly feeding the Techno Union intel on the Republic. He was eventually rescued by Clone Force 99, who subsequently invited him to join their ranks, as his cybernetic abilities made him a perfect candidate for the squad. With Commander Rex's blessing,  Echo accepted the offer and now proudly serves in clone force 99.

Commander Cody

CC-2224, or "Cody", was a Commander in the Clone Army. A master tactician and gifted soldier,  Cody not only had the respect of his fellow clone troopers  but also the Jedi. He was especially close to Master Obi-Wan Kenobi,  whom he accompanied to the Outer Rim in search of General Grievous.

Captain Rex

CT-7567, nicknamed Rex, was a respected leader of the 501st legion of clone troopers and a hero of the Republic Army. An unusually freethinking clone, Rex was a leader who cared much about the clones under his command and became fast friends with both Anakin Skywalker and his apprentice, Ahsoka Tano -completing many successful missions together.

#the bad batch #tbb #crosshair bad batch #crosshair #hunter bad batch #tbb crosshair #commander cody #captain rex #wrecker bad batch #tbb wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #wrecker #echo the bad batch #echo bad batch #the bad batch echo #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #Echo tbb #tbb tech #Tech The Bad Batch #bad batch crosshair #the bad batch tech #tech the bad batch #tech bad batch #hunter the bad batch #sergeant hunter #the bad batch hunter #star wars tcw #lego skywalker saga #codywan

[anxiouspineapple99]

Hi Pineapple!!! This event is absolutely adorable, and I’m so excited to see all the sweet (and spicy) answers 😎

For Avery: what song do you associate most with her and Phantom? and when did she know she had feelings for him? (can you tell I ship tf outta these two?) 🥰

For Cam: since he and Gemma are so fun and chill, do you think it’s hard for them to have more serious conversations? how would Cam handle it the first time Gemma agreed to being his backpack for an outing? 👀

Thank you so much for sharing your blorbos with us!!! 💙💙

Sev my darling!! I love these!

Phantom is @dickarchivist boy from Grave Squad 💖

Gemma is @sev-on-kamino babe 💖

For Avery:

If you ask her, she’d say Brighter Than The Sun by Colbie Caillat. She thinks Phantom’s smile is warm like the sun 👉🏻👈🏻🥰

But I always think of Phantom and Avery when I hear Jada Facer’s cover of Love Me Like You Do

As for when? It was love at first sight for her. Of course, true to her nature she tried to deny it. But the moment Tommy poured his heart out to her, she couldn’t deny it any longer. She never really agreed with the “no attachments” aspect of being a Jedi, after all.

Also, I too, ship TF out of these two lmaooo.

Cam: Cam may give off the dude bro fuck boi vibes but he is super sensitive, and he is acutely aware of changes in Gemma’s behavior. So he is definitely good with having difficult conversations. He does get anxious during them and sometimes needs some reassurance after.

As for the first time Gemma agrees to be his backpack? Boy has zero chill. He is so happy he is practically skipping to the speeder. Once on the bike, he is so touchy feely. He’s caressing her thigh, he’s squeezing her hand, he’s checking in to make sure she’s comfortable.

Thank you for asking my loooove! 🩷🩷🩷

#clone oc: cam #oc: avery leto #valentine event #star wars #star wars oc #clone oc phantom #grave squad clones

[blackkatmagic]

Oh?? Working on something that hasn't updated in a while? Can we ask what?

The Cody/Jon/Rex one!

“Oh,” Rex says, and then, “Right,” and digs a little deeper into the greenery. Makes a sound of surprise, almost alarm, and Cody leans forward on instinct, grabs whatever he’s holding, and helps him drag it clear.

A broken assassin droid comes clear, eye sockets spilling flowers that stain Cody's gauntlets with deep blue pollen and smell so sweet he wants to bury his face in them.

“Not even these bastards made it?” Rex asks, sitting back on his heels. “Hells.”

“It must have happened all at once,” Cody says, casting a look over what was once their camp. They’d had to fall back two days ago, left it to the droids as the Seps advanced, and he thinks a little grimly that there are probably still clone bodies buried in here somewhere. Not a pyre, but—well. Not the worst burial a clone’s ever gotten.

At least someone put flowers on their graves, he thinks, darkly amused, and wants to rub the tension from his neck. Not good to take his helmet off right now, though. If there’s an ambush, or even a couple of survivors, he’d be a sitting duck.

“Denal’s squad is still under here, isn't it?” Rex asks quietly.

Cody breathes out, reaches of something resembling humor. “Guess it’s time to apply for a new shipment of shinies,” he says, and the words hurt, a little. So many clones are dying. So many are already dead, and Kamino ships out replacements the same way Cody replaces his armor when it’s too damaged to wear. Slot the new bits into place and keep moving, but—

Sometimes, Cody walks along behind Obi-Wan, or raises his blaster against a droid, and thinks about how for all his training, he’s just one more piece of armor for the Republic. When he’s dead, another will be slotted in to take his place, and Obi-Wan will notice, Rex will notice, but hardly anyone else. It won't matter at all, in the scheme of things.

Jango used to train the command class personally. He wouldn’t call them by anything but their numbers, and he’d be brutal, ruthless, angry about how they weren’t as good as him. Cody still remembers limping out of a class with him, dragging a broken arm to the medical wing, and seeing through the window the way Boba ran to greet Jango, how Jango had ruffled his hair and smiled at him.

Some of the other clones were jealous of Boba, of how clearly Jango loved him when the clones were just his paycheck. But Cody had looked at Boba and felt a strange sort of nausea in the pit of his stomach, a horrified kind of pity. There was no difference between Boba and them, at the end of the day. There was no reason Jango couldn’t just…get another son, if Boba didn’t live up to his expectations. Jango wanted a legacy, and Boba was replaceable, and Cody had looked at Boba and wondered whether Boba knew it, too.

Boba was smart, for a kid not raised like a clone. Cody can't imagine that he didn’t.

Rex leans in, braces their shoulders together, and his hand finds Cody's in the space between their knees. Cody grips his fingers in return, one hard squeeze, and breathes out.

“Yeah,” Rex says, quiet, almost lost. “For Torrent, too.”

The 501st gets more shipments of shinies than most. Rex signs off on all the paperwork, trains them, does his best, but.

He’s seen a lot of pyres. More than Cody, despite the differences in how long they’ve been serving.

#my writing #cloneshipping #codyjonrex #i'm out with lanterns looking for myself #kat answers

[nightfall-1409]

Squad 30's Cloneshipping Big Bang SP

A take on an alternate Bad Batch era galaxy, myself @nightfall-1409 writing with the amazing @marbled-polecat making art for me, and an a godsend as a beta (I am soso sorry for the period overload).  I can’t wait for y’all to see it!!!

@cloneshippingbigbang

and i couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror

Author: Nightfall_1409 @nightfall-1409

Artist: Marbled Polecat @marbled-polecat

rating: M word count: 24k pairings: Fives/Echo, Polybatch, Fives/Tup tags: hurt/comfort, mistaken identity, canon divergence, Fives Lives, Tup Lives, canon-typical violence, falling in love (again), internalized ableism, bad batch season 2 spoilers, order 66 happened differently

summary: As the end of the Clone Wars spirals into what feels like the end of the galaxy, Fives grapples with what he knew and when he learned it. Captain Rex reaches out to his Commando rescuers with a mission: extract the AWOL Commander Cody from Coruscant. After a messy reunion with his former Captain, Fives is forced to work alongside some of the most notorious members of the GAR: the Bad Batch. Though tensions are no doubt running high all around, there is one strange shred of light where things are easier and more familiar than they have any right to be- with Clone Force 99's cyborg ARC Trooper, Echo.

snippet:

“Fives?” Echo prompts, rumbling low, definitely in a teasing sort of tone as he draws Fives from his thoughts, and Fives’ heart flutters, even overtaking the old rush of familiar grief, freezing him on the spot.

There’s something in Echo’s eyes, a little fiery, determined, as one side of his lips quirk up, and Fives realizes how close their hands are in that moment, realizes how close they both are, eyes glowing as though lit from within, and that moment is an Echo, of them both as younger men, braver men, Echo suddenly shaped into his Echo the brave and amazing ARC trooper, strategic and amazing and the other half of Fives’ heart and, come back from where he’d run to his death.

Fives almost thinks for a second that Echo’s going to be bold, reach out, put one hand over his own in an echo of a time long past. That this Echo is going to do what his Echo would have, taking his hand and taking him to bed, bright and happy and sure, and full of love and light and—

Echo goes to open his mouth, to speak—

“Echo?” Omega’s voice, small, sleepy, breaks the moment.  “Tech’s wondering if you were okay.”

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Megs,” Echo softens, pulling up and out of Fives’ space, making a quick beeline to Omega, the little girl holding a black, red and white tooka doll, of all things, rubbing sleepy eyes.  “If Tech wanted to check on me, he could have.”

The silence after the question is telling, and Echo sighs, overly fond, kneeling in front of the girl.  “Let’s get to bed then, yeah?  Before Hunter’s angry at both of us.”  And with tenderness that Fives aches to feel, Echo picks up Omega into his arms, his metal hand against her back, his other hand holding her secure.  He takes a moment once he has her set, to glance back at Fives.

There’s something perhaps a little wistful in his expression, unspoken words trapped behind his lips, and the dream ends, the reality set in that this is their Echo, and not his riduur returned from beyond the grave.  

And it’s not fair to love someone in the hole that someone else has left, but, but— is it fair to have that hole and see someone that feels like he’s that missing piece, so close and yet so far?

“See you tomorrow, Fives.”  He says, quiet, turning and leaving the room, Omega curled up into his shoulder, holding him in a hug, a ghost of him and his Echo curled up in the stormy nights of Kamino.

It’s only after he’s left the room that Fives can stutter out a little, sheepish, goodbye.

#Echo/fives #the bad batch #cloneshipping #polybatch #fanfiction #clone shipping big bang

[bellygunnr]

The All-Consumer

A Grineer POV of a Galleon being overrun by a Grendel.

Trak-239 saves his curse for after he brings his squadron to a halt, raising his hand and clenching it into a visible fist. Weapons arm in unison behind him, but they all hold still, expressions tightening as panicked orders and chaos flood in over the radio. The word “tenno” is thrown around, which only means one thing– a siege. But of what nature?

The captain’s voice over the shipwide intercom clears that up. Drop back to defend the ship’s engines or engage the enemy, no matter the cost. Trak shakes his head and motions for his team to retreat. Orders, quietly, for Ghor-240 to bring up the TACDATA, as if knowing where the enemy is will give them a fighting chance. It tells him what to avoid, as few directives supersede the urge to protect his brothers, and they make good time, if the shared map is to be trusted.

On a separate feed, snapshots of armor cameras and garbled verbal reports paint a picture of their aggressor. None of it is high quality, but someone tags it as carrying an Acceltra and a heavy blade of some kind. Trak and his team slink through a maintenance tunnel, taking pause to arm a handful of custom defenses in the interior of the ship. Precautions, from their senior siblings.

He lingers at the exit, then, to check their path ahead. Alarms blare with cycling amber lights, and bodies move, rushing away from the bowels of engineering. Trak confirms that the target is not yet past them, or even nearby, perhaps one of the rarer, slower Tenno. That’d give them time to confound the beast, should his crewmates not kill themselves on its blade in the meantime.

They cross as a unit, moving as quickly as protocol allows. Jark-621 speaks, suddenly, a gravely rasp that rebounds in the confines of the ship.

“It’s a Grendel-tenno,” he says. “I’ve never seen that one before.”

Neither has Trak. He shakes his head, unable to give it much thought because they’ve just arrived at the aft of the ship, where the reactors hum and churn. The sirens have not tripped here, leaving it eerily silent, but bodies move in tandem, bracing the entrances with heavy weapons and sandbags. Thank the Queens they’re not the only ones with the idea, as defending a location this critical and this open is– difficult, with a team his size.

But he’d done it before. 

A heavy gunner catches his eye. He lets her beckon him forward, noting the rank and name braced across her armor. She racks her machine gun without looking, apparently giving you and your squad a once-over.

“Go to the core. Brother know what to do.”

“Are our maps the same?” Trak asks, holding his acknowledgement.

He shows her the device. She looks, shrugs, and shoves him roughly forward.

Trak hurries, weaving through defenses and weapons to get to the huge powered doors in the back. Here, yellow liquid swirls in glass, the lifeblood of the ship. Beneath the groaning of the door, he hears a shrieking, and a thud.

The radio echoes the shriek, speakers convulsing with an otherworldly howl. Must be the Grendel-tenno– has to be, because he’s never heard that sound before.

“Ghor, lock down the cells,” Trak grunts, ignoring the sputtering of gunfire. “Me and Jark have the doors.”

There’s fear in the air. He can smell it. The map tells why, but their comms have been erupting into screams and howls, unceasing now that they’re the furthest from the danger. But really, are they? The target has picked up speed. Not even the captain speaks, probably discharged from the bridge or perhaps donning a blitz kit, their most effective against Tenno. He wishes he felt the fear, but he’s old, and his sorrows have long since run dry. 

He’s old, if he has the time to think about past experiences instead of the warm nothing of the cloning tube.

The gunfire is louder. Machine guns, an endless roar. Something in the ship gives or shakes so violently that Trak feels it in his augmented boots. He helps Jark hoist a beam across the doors, a physical companion to the electric locks.

The beam vibrates and jumps against its bolts. The door behind it warps, badly. Blue-black fluid leaks through the strains in galvanized steel. Trak remains upright so he drags Jark back to his feet, hauling him by the collar to where Ghor is. 

“Tenno,” Ghor states plainly.

But it reeks badly of toxin and Infested, a tiny part of Trak’s brain reasons.

Steel tears apart, rendering their lockdown null. Trak throws Ghor to the floor so the flying pieces of barricade don’t decapitate him, but his grip is lost in fear, as their Grendel-tenno is suddenly all he can focus on. The shoddy pictures didn’t do it justice– 

This thing is huge. It struggles not because it isn’t strong, but because its girth won’t fit, jagged metal borders digging into the hard outer shell of its shoulders and belly. Unlike most Tenno, it has an eye, and it stares with a fixed concentration on Trak, a swirling pit of cyan that freezes him in place. A pair of horns gleam dully on either side of its face, catching the light as it jerks and twists in the tangled mess its made for itself.

Weakly, Ghor starts to fire, arms shaking with the barks of his submachine gun. Its shields pop startlingly fast, but even that doesn’t disturb the beast; it hunches over and shoves its upper body into the control room, bracing itself on the doorframe until its torso falls through– or–

Jark has the mind to throw a grenade. It lands and sticks fast to the space just in front of the beast, but a thick glob of blue-black ichor suddenly drips from its body, oozing from a jagged seam and snuffing the explosive with ease. Trak watches that seam open, revealing the shiny band of metal to be more than armor– but teeth, a whole mouthful, gurgling like a disturbed vat and shrieking like a stuck pig. Even a tongue lolls out, thrashing nearly as wildly as the Grendel-tenno as it struggles out of its cage.

Still, their bullets do nothing. 

In a fit of rage, Trak charges forward, drawing his dagger and laying into the brown hide of the Grendel-tenno. He feels the blade bite and gouge, excising chunks of armor but drawing no blood. That enrages him, too, and a higher part of him recognizes the sheer indifference the Tenno has for his advances, because it roars something awful while getting a leg underneath it. That shoves its belly out, lets it stand upright, and–

All is nothing but teeth and blackness. Trak screams as bassy laughter shakes his body apart to the beat of gnashing fangs.

#warframe #grendel warframe #gunny writes

[battleangel]

Humanity Is Stupid & Contagious

I wish humanity could just admit that we dont work as a species on this planet.

We dont work as a species period.

We dont.

As a species, we are social creatures.

Therefore, as macro as it gets, we are engineered in the Upside Down (our current "reality" aka "life") to social climb, to be competitive, to be political, to try to get ahead, to use force might and violence to win, to want to accumulate wealth social capital land resources assets, to want to be the best, to acquire power.

I want to be the only 7 star general other than Lord Washington.

I want to be Trump, The Art of the Deal.

I want to be Napoleon, Bezos, Cook & Elon.

I want to be Ford.

I want to be Bill Gates.

I want to be President.

I want to be Commander In Chief.

Everything bigger faster stronger.

The smartest.

VP.

CEO.

Clout privilege wealth social capital.

Starfucker.

Sucking dick for clout.

This is all embedded in the very fabric of the Upside Down but in the dreamscape we are naturally one and harmonious.

Everything is flipped upside down here in the Upside Down.

Our differences in the dreamscape -- and the dreamscape is made up of untold trillions of separate dreamscapes that make up a kaleidoscopic explosion of thoughts dream imagination love knowledge philosophy esotericism energy meditation -- are what created and creates unfolding ever evolving ever mutating (the real X-Men) DNA hybrid dualism but down here in the Upside Down, the differences are used to falsely create division, tear us apart, make us afraid, make us prejudge, make us hate, make us ostracize, haze, bully, assault, kill, rape, murder, beat, torture, ethnically cleanse, arrest, jail, mass graves, death camps, death squads, rape rooms, mass incarcerations, hangings, lynchings, beheadings, burnings at the stake, capital punishments, executions, make an example of, mass hysteria, scapegoats, fall guys, columbine shooters, false gods, false heros, false kings, false crowns, false idols, world religions aka cults, brainwashing, conditioning centers, reprogramming, human experimentation, cloning, DNA splicing, genetic mutations, lab experimentations, synthetic chemicals and toxins, lethal injections, the electric chair, drawn and quartered, dragged by horses, decapitations, slavery.

Its like, it just doesnt work.

Human nature is rewarded in the Upside Down for being cheap, dirty, low, cutting corners, being the fastest, quickest, least expensive, best technology, most scientifically advanced, most destructive weapons, most deadly chemical warfare, more black label projects, more government secrets, more undercover agents, more guns, Gatling, AK-47, multiple rounds, multiple clips, multiple magazines, rat a tat tat, more badges, more stripes, more chevrons, more ranks, more insignias, more titles, more letters before and after your name on LinkedIn, more zeros in your bank account, more friends on Facebook, more followers on Instagram, more views on TikTok, more retweets on Twitter, more subs on Youtube & Twitch.

More Napoleon Bonapartes, more let them eat cake, more off with their heads, more they dont want to work, more welfare queens, more get a job, more Funquishas and Watermelondras.

More campaigns, more slogans, more supermans.

We never learn from our collective atrocities.

Why would any time ever be different much less the next time?

What war did WWI stop?

WWII?

Korean War?

Vietnam War?

US Mexico War?

Hundred Years War?

Cold War?

Gulf War?

Operation Iraqi Freedom?

Holocaust?

Cultural Revolution?

Khmer Rouge?

Stalin?

Lenin?

Franco?

Mussollini?

Mao?

Hitler?

Hirohito?

Rape of Nanking?

Trail of Tears?

Idi Amin?

Rwanda?

Serbia?

Congo?

Sudan?

Tigray?

Palestine?

Gaza Strip?

Slavery?

18k killed in Chile in 1 day?

9/11 inside job?

Napalm?

Nerve gas

Phosphorous?

Hiroshima & Nagasaki?

Atomic bomb?

D-Day?

10k dead Americans in Normandy?

666k dead in Civil War?

Weve never collectively as a species learned from any past war, atrocity, crime against humanity, war crime, genocide or ethnic cleansing.

Its been hundreds of thousands of years.

Why would anything ever change if it hasnt already?

The track record is abysmal and speaks for itself.

Why, as a species, do we blindly and ignorantly choose to continue to procreate, replicate and propagate our human race when the end result has always been untold human suffering?

There is no amount of joy that can cancel out the amount of suffering that has been needlessly caused and experienced in the Upside Down.

Its time to end the human experiment and we have not had a good run.

Millions upon millions killed, raped, starved, gassed, beaten, tortured, hazed, humiliated, mocked, imprisoned, jailed, assaulted, exterminated, exploited, traumatized, gaslit, intimidated, ethnically cleansed, used.

Abused, overworked, harrassed, trafficked, groomed, conditioned, brainwashed, broken, violated, fetishized, objectified, commodified, consumed, dehumanized, retconned, manipulated, overmedicalized, pathologized, drugged, indoctrinated, molested, institutionalized.

There is no amount of good, joy, happiness or anything else that can even come close to equaling out these endless and ongoing atrocities, forget cancelling them out.

Humanity is a virus that has been allowed to endlessly replicate itself and it has to stop.

We are causing catastrophic human suffering to our own species because we wont stop reproducing ourselves for no fucking reason at all.

Once you add in the ecocide, ecological and environmental destruction, hundreds of thousands of animal species that have been made extinct, climate change, climate crisis, climate emergency, deforestation, the destruction of rainforests, landfills, nuclear waste, oceanic pollution, overfishing, factory farming, industrial waste, toxins, pollutants, synthetic and lab made chemicals, GMOs, pesticides, overextraction of earths resources, raping & pillaging mother earth, sewage, food waste, fast fashion, big box retail, air pollution, air toxicity, non biodegradable waste taking tens of thousands of years to break down in landfills, oil spills, drilling for oil, coal, endless construction, endless Amazon warehouses, endless delivery drones, methane emissions from factory farming, greenhouse gas emissions, millions of cars clogging the highways...

The answer is we need to subtract the human race from the equation.

If all 7.8 billion of us currently alive on the planet made the conscious decision not to procreate, we could end all this suffering in this generation.

Weigh the reasons to procreate: continue bloodline and current family lineage, have a little mini-me, fullfill narcisstic fantasies of having a living breathing extension of your own ego, looking for something to give you your identity and a reason to live, looking for purpose, the social rewards that come with being a parent, the social pressures to procreate, making your mom & dad happy, keeping up with your friends that are popping out babies, an unexamined need and desire to fit in, unquestioningly accepting society's pronatalist stance and adopting it as your own without examining it, desire to create heirs, egotistical fantasy of living forever and trying to accomplish this by having children, wanting miniaturized versions of yourself who will endlessly kiss your ass stroke your ego and hero worship you, to build your own myth aura and mystique, narcisstic desire to be a matriarch/patriarch, societal insistence that feminity equates to motherhood, believing the lie that motherhood is a womans highest calling, believing the lie that not having children is selfish, succumbing without thinking to the non-stop societal programming, conditioning and brainwashing to procreate and create bodies for the capitalist machine, spouse is pressuring or demanding or coercing you to have kids, wanting to play dress up with your doll aka daughter, wanting to be an adult and parenthood is tied with adulthood in our society, unexamined fear of old age and dying alone and becoming old sick and infirm without children, believing the lie that you are incomplete and somehow defective as a woman until you shit a fetus out of your cervix, wanting to prove your worth and adopting parenthood as part of an ultracompetitive persona that can do and be and crush everything crossfit marathons pilates keto school grades corporate promotions salaries the house the car the spouse and now kids further bolsters your superman/superwoman persona, falling for the societally peddled lie that holidays are incomplete without little kids running around, incorrectly and inadequately trying to address childhood and generational trauma experienced in family while growing up by having your own kids vs doing the necessary self reflection, introspection, shadow & somatic work, reiki & therapy, wanting a daughter who is your BFF, wanting a child for nothing but fantasy & wish fulfillment, obsessive martydom complex leads to desire to martyr oneself by sublimating your identity, body, sexuality, career, income, social life and freedom for the all-consuming and obliterative identity of motherhood, desire for people to take you seriously, to compete with or keep up with siblings or best friends who already have kids, believing the carefully crafted and packaged lies that overly romanticize parenthood and wanting the Hallmark fantasy, slavishly following cultish and pathetic religious dictates and never questioning the religious indoctrination and brainwashing of your youth which commanded you to be fruitful and multiply, a desire to be respected through becoming a parent, a fear of appearing like an outsider if you are in a long term relationship or marriage for decades and never have kids, an irrational fear of missing out where you believe the propaganda that nothing is worse than reaching old age realizing you actually wanted kids and not being able to have them when in reality absolutely nothing is worse than having kids realizing you absolutely despise being a parent, regretting having them, being stuck with them for 18+ years and never being able to publicly voice your opinions although while quite commonplace are societally taboo especially from mothers who must always be docile, happy, pleasant, energetic, cheerful, full of vigor and most importantly never tired or complaining at all times.

Okay. Now, go reread this post and look at all the reasons not to procreate.

Like, its not close.

Humanity is stupid and contagious but you dont have to be.

End the endless cycle of human suffering.

Choose to not procreate.

#pro abortion #abortion rights #abortion #reproductive freedom #reproductive justice #reproductive rights #pro choice #feminism #antinatalist #antinatalism #anti capitalism #socialist #socialism #green party #voluntary human extinction movement #population control #ecocide #ecoconscious #climate change #climate action #climate crisis #climate emergency #landfills #deforestation #pollution #carbon footprint #food waste #genocide #war machine #militarism