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r3ynah · 4 months

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What's wrong with clones? what's wrong with me?

Dani was greatful for her mom, she was greatful that he was supportive and living when she first met him, and even after the fight she was happy that Danny didn't throw her away with hatred in his eyes, she would've understand it nonetheless, just imagine someone assaulting your DNA to make a copy of you? it was traumatizing or the both parties, based on experience.

But if it wasn't for Danny, she wouldn't be here at this place were she stands. It has been about 20 years since she was born, and her mom step backed from heroism and passed it down to her which she accepted with pride. Her mom deserves a break.

And without her she wouldn't be part of the Justice League, and wouldn't be meeting all this amazing people, they have loved dani and took care of her ever since she joined. and she was happy. what more could she ask for? well she was a bit lonely afterall.. and that was selfish of her, she already have her mom, her friends, what else could she even ask for?

Dani, Hero name Wraith, walked down the halls of the watchtower when she heard a ruckus in one of the meeting rooms, letting her curiosity get the best of her she took a peek in the room, where she found a bunch of Heroes surrounding a boy that looks a little too much like Superman. and Superman in the corner holding his head in stress? Agony? Dani doesn't know.

She stepped into the room, only for Wonder woman to notice her, She gave Dani a wave which she returned with a smile, she moved near Wonder woman in curiosity and asked: "What's going on? why's the Adults surrounding a kid?"

Wonder woman looked at her with a stare she didn't understand, before she answered. "He's a clone of Superman, we found him trying to kill the man, just last week, and this is the first time he's let out." She explained while pointing at the kid.

Dani let out a gasp of delight, "Really? Holy shit. I got to talk to the kid!" Before Diana could stop the girl she was already at the new clone's side, pushing the other heroes away.

The Clone angrly stared at the new person, infront of him. "What you'll interrogate me too?."

"What? Why would you think that?" Dani giggled as she circled the boy, her eyes darting back and forward to superman and the boy to see the similarities. "Ancients, you really look like Superman, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean by that?" The kid asked very confused.

"I mean you're healthy and fine, i don't get why the league is going haywire towards you." Wraith chuckled, as she floated upside down infront of the kid.

Silence embraced the room, as the sound of a steel chair echoed throughout the room.

"Didn't you hear what Wonder Woman said Wraith?" Superman walked big steps towards the two making other heroes take a step back, from the man of steel. "It's a clone."

"okay, Okay, Wait i feel i said something wrong?" Dani returned to her normal position, making sure she's not levitating upside anymore as she looked at older man infront of her in confusion. "What's the problem here?"

The room was quiet huh that was unusual with, there was a thick atmosphere that you can cut it with a knife.

"The problem? This is the problem." Superman angrily stated as he pointed at the kid, who looked ready to fight the man infront of him any second now.

"What? superman i don't get its just a clone and a child-" Wraith was cut off rudely. by the man infront of him.

"Ofcourse you don't get it, you don't get how it feels to be cloned, you don't get how traumatizing it is for your DNA to be stolen, That is not a child." Superman snapped, making Dani take a step back. "So stop acting like its a normal kid, that thing will never be like us, because its a mistake created by some lousy villain, who tried to stop and kill me, clones don't deserve love nor respect, and they certainly don't deserve families. Now Stop acting like you get it."

Silence, surrounded the room as Superman finished letting his anger out at Wraith who stared at him wide eyed confusion seen her face, she looked at her peers who only looked apologetic and those who looked down the floor and then there was batman

she shifted her gaze towards the, boy who she can see was trembling, The boy was crying. oh no. no. please don't cry.

"I get it." Wraith stated, keeping her ground, only babies cry she wasn't a baby now, she grew out of that phase.

She returned her gaze back at Superman who still was looking at her. it really looked like he didn't mean to snap at her. But that shit Hurt who knew he had it him, is this what Danny felt when he found out about her, was he in reality sick of her? no. No. Danny loved her, he said so himself.

"Wraith please no-" Wonder woman, called out trying not to get the girl in more trouble.

"No. I get it. I'm really sorry for you Superman, and how you got traumatized by some of your DNA getting stollen, I am really. But with all due respect you can't treat him like a thing, because he's a clone." Wraith spoke back, now more confident than ever. the kid perked up from this and raised his head, he was really crying.

"And what do you know about that? Wraith." Oh no Hero names, She knew she struck a nerve, Superman was back at being angry.

"What I know, is that you're right, clones don't deserve love and respect, clones don't deserve anyone because all they do is hurt and destroy." For a second everyone thought Wraith changed sides. Wraith glared at superman, he wanted her to agree with him, oh she'll agree with him alright. "Clones like me, don't deserve anything."

"What?"

Everyone in the room was shocked but to scared to speak, afraid to start something.

"Thank you, Superman. For showing me that I didn't deserve my mom, Because to be honest you're fucking right, all I did for my mom was pain and agony." Dani was now raising her voice, at the man infront of her.

"You're a clone?" Superman managed to ask, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

"Hell yeah, And you know what age he got me. Fourteen, He became my mom at the age of fourteen, he took care of me at the age of fourteen, he loved me like his own daughter at the age of fourteen" Wraith laughed out loud, tears threatening to stream down her face. "You know what's funny superman? I tried to also murder him, I tried to also kill my template. And yet he took me in, and said that it wasn't my fault. it wasn't my fault that i was born, It was never my fault, he comforted me as i cried to him about my other brothers who i watched slowly die and melt apart infront of my eyes, he didn't hate, he didn't isolate, he only loved and cared."

Wraith was now crying. as she gritted her teeth.

"Wrait-"

"you we're right. I didn't deserve my mom. if he had just killed me from the start, he would've been more happy and not worry about me, My mom is the kindest being in the world in my own eyes, and he'd done everything for me ever since he was fourteen." Dani looked down at the ground, with clenched hands. "I was born as a six years old, but in reality i was only two months old. it's funny how im the same age right now when my mom first had me. My body maybe 20, but my brain is 14, keep that in mind Superman."

She looked around her peers, but couldn't see anyone but her reflection in those glass walls, she's crying, she didn't want to cry. "You've been hating on that kid, but Superman let me remind you that kid." She looked at the child who was still sitting on the chair but now with a look of confusion, eyes red from crying. "Is only a few months old despite its physical appearance, you've been hating on a newborn baby, like a deadbeat dad, and that's just sad."

Dani can hear a snort in the background. She swore that sounded like her mom.

Superman looked defeated and guilty, Dani was tired she wanted to cry, in the arms of her mom, but she can't leave the other kid here, so she made a rash decision. "If you don't want him, I'll take him."

Protest engulfed the meeting room, but Dani didn't care, she passed Superman and headed towards the black haired kids, direction. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, while having her hand out for him to take.

The kid looked at her hand, before grabbing it. Dani smiled and summoned a portal, she took the kid with her, her mother's not gonna like this and she might take a break from JL a couple of months, Oh well its all worth it.

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smalltimidbean · 3 months

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What's inside your Fake Peppino?

I wanted to show how clone tongues are stored inside them, but then it turned into a full anatomy diagram kjfgkj - I was gonna make one for Peppiclones too, but that would have been redundant since they are the same thing, just in a smaller package kdfggdsfg

More info under cut - but be warned bc I am not a science man, even if I try to base it on real stuff kfgdsg - it's also a wacky cartoon world so it doesn't have to make real life sense

This is also a 'standard' clone, so other clones with additional DNA might have extra organs or whatever

Please also note there are mentions of body horror, injury, death, sexual reproduction, and vomit (phrased as 'regurgitation') but nothing graphic

All aspects of a clone are made of the same material - a highly malleable dough-like matter - just in different forms or densities. Clone matter can take on most properties, turning from liquid to solid in seconds, and even mimic different textures or colours, but they will always return to its default state after some time - although the default state can be altered via a clone's own desires, an overabundance or a lack of food, trauma or another outside influence.

The Membrane, or the 'skin', is the outermost layer and gives a clone their structure. It is around 3–4 inches (7-10cm) thick, thinner around the hands, eyes and orifices, and thicker around the organs - the thickest the membrane will get is if a clone develops a pouch, which is around 6–7 inches (15-17cm) thick, protecting any offspring inside. The membrane is fairly resilient - most damage simply bouncing off it - but it still can be cut/punctured/etc, causing a clone to 'ooze' (the equivalent of bleeding), but this is quickly healed dependent on damage taken, and how much 'blood' they have.

The membrane is quite porous, and a clone is able to absorb things through it - although this is more prominent for newborn clones, as they have yet to learn how to eat properly, and their membrane is not as thick. Liquids can pass through the membrane easily, but solid matter requires some time.

The 'Blood' (for lack of a better term) is not actually blood, but a more-liquid form of clone matter. It is full of nutrients and keeps a clone healthy. Anything digested by a clone is turned into this fluid and then predominantly used as an energy source for a clone. If there is an abundance of food, clones will continue to store this fluid inside them until required - this also causes the membrane of a clone to expand to accommodate this, making them larger as a result.

Alternatively, if a clone is injured severely causing excessive 'oozing' or experiencing a lack of food, and is using up 'blood' reserves, the membrane will shrink around the fluid, making them smaller - or if they are loosing a lot of 'blood' quickly, they will just lose their shape, appearing to 'deflate'.

The 'blood' is also used as other bodily fluids, as saliva and tears etc, and changes viscosity as needed.

The Brain is possibly the most important part of a clone, as it tells all other parts what to do. If the brain is destroyed, or severely damaged or starved, a clone will be killed. Although it is commonplace for clones to toss their heads around as projectiles, leaving their brains exposed - they are not very smart... But it also can be a sign a clone trusts someone, if they feel comfortable enough to have their brains exposed for long periods of time, and some clones even swap heads as a bonding experience.

The Brain 'Legs' are not actually 'legs' but part of a clone's nervous system. These were named after the fact that if a clone is in a dire situation, the brain and main nerve will eject itself from the body as a 'last resort' type of escape and 'run' on these 'legs', akin to a beetle or other bug. The brain will either have to return to the body when it is safe, or find a new source of clone matter, as the brain will starve without a stomach and 'blood' after about an hour of leaving the body. The 'legs' also help keep the tongue in place, so it is not caught in the 'blood' flow and end up stuck inside.

The teeth are the only 'bones' in a clone's body, but they are also the same dough matter as everything else - they are just in a very solid state. Mostly, used for chewing and tearing food as it is faster to ingest (and while most can swallow things whole, this can leave a clone vulnerable as it takes longer to ingest and then digest). A clone's teeth are also a main part of the threat display, usually opening their mouths wide and baring these teeth, often forming a secondary set behind the first and making them appear sharper. A clone that shows their teeth excessively, or 'smiles' a lot, is often seen as an aggressor and should be avoided.

The tongue is a primary sensory organ for a clone, used in conjunction with their sense of smell to find food or figure out what is nearby. The tongue is very long - typically almost the length of a clone's body - and it is fully prehensile, acting as an additional limb. The tongue can be projected out of the mouth at quick speeds, but it is slower to retract, depending on if they are bringing something back, and how heavy that thing is etc. Tongues are also important in clone behaviours, with clones bonding over grooming/licking each other (or favourite person/thing), and tongues hanging out of their mouths as a sign to show they are relaxed, or if combine with excessive drooling and/or lip licking, so show they are submissive and not a threat.

The 'crop' is a smaller stomach that precedes the main stomach, although it is not able to digest anything, and is often used as a storage space of sorts - much like a bird's crop, hence the name. Food must pass through the crop to get to the stomach, so the crop can expand to accommodate large meals passing through.

The 'Heart' is not a heart, but does function similarly, as it pumps the 'blood' around the body, and keeps everything moving. The movement of the 'blood' generates heat and keeps a clone warm - the faster the 'heart' pumps and the fluid moves, the warmer a clone is, and the slower the process is, the cooler a clone is. A clone's heart can stop if required - i.e. if a clone is overheated - but if the process is stopped for too long, a clone can become unwell as the nutritious 'blood' becomes stagnant, and a clone can even begin to solidify entirely if left too long.

The Stomach is the second most important part of a clone, as it is the only organ to create new clone matter from food. The stomach can expand to around five times its size if needed, but most clones opt for smaller and more frequent meals, as trying to digest a large meal takes more effort and can leave a clone vulnerable. The stomach can digest most organic matter, and some non-organic if they happen to swallow any - but if it can not be digested it will simply stay within the stomach, until it is regurgitated - a clone can starve to death with a full stomach if it is filled with non-digestible items.

Digestion can begin instantly - although some clones choose to stave off the digestion process in order to regurgitate it later for offspring or others in need. Everything digested is turned into clone matter, and absorbed directly into the 'blood' from the stomach. Clones do not produce any waste product, everything is used.

The reproductive organs - well, I am sure you can imagine what these are used for - although most clones have offspring via budding, so these are mostly just for pleasure, bonding or stress/tension relief

The 'Spinal Nerve' or the 'Main Nerve' is the largest nerve in the body and connects all other nerves and the brain together - although not shown on these images, there are many nerves all over the body, which are what make a clone able to feel sensations

(I did draw a version with the nervous system visible, but I did not like it, so you will have to use your imagination ksgksd - it's pretty much like a human's, just made of dough)

#now what the hell do I tag this with #Bean's PT AU Lore Tag #there should be a tag for clone info too #idk what yet kjfdgk #this clone is 0001 but he is technically dead so no character tag #pizza tower #body horror

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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Hello friend Karrde!

I hope that all here have been well and prosperous, or at least not buried in snow like me. I have more offerings again for the rec list! I apologize because this is gonna be a whopper of a list too, totally understand if it doesn't make it in this week.

On the Art side of things:

@pinkiemme has been rocking our world with both Commanders Wolffe and Mayday... such scrumptiousness. But then I saw this panel of Captain Rex and... (crying).

@rexxdjarin again with the thick and healthy series latest Echo and Gregor... the study of muscular anatomy is so on point!

@sunshinesdaydream has given us the adorable duo of Hardcase and Sparks

@spicyclones79s has gifted us Omega & Hunter, Commander Wolffe, and a very sweet Foxio

@ladykagewaki always has my heart with the Bebe batch snuggles But also Ms. Fangirl has shared how to summon Echo (May contain spoilers!)

@cloned-eyes made me smile with Wrecker and his little friends but then sob when I saw Jenot.

Comic Recs!:

@paperback-rascal is back with mercy and co with an interesting neurologic finding on Major 40

Fic Recs!:

@pickleprickle 's Newest fic features an injured Mace Windu in the wake of the Empire's rise in Shattered Sunrise. When I say I binged the first two chapters... go read!

if anyone is in need of a Howzer Fic after @the-rain-on-kamino has just reposted their Exigency series. I didn't get a chance to read it the first time and am making my way through it now and let me tell ya... the love, the longing, the CAPTAIN! oh and the build up to the SMUT!

Hopefully I'll have the other comic pieces gathered together for next week and a few more recs. Till then happy reading!

This is one HECK of a list that's got a little something for every TCW/TBB fan out there! I love all of the artwork, and the fics are phenomenal!!!

(Quick correction: the art of Hardcase and Sparks was a commission done by @cloned-eyes)

As always, THANK YOU for taking the time to pull all these together!!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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hetalianskywalker · 18 days

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Day 3: Black Pearls

Pairing: Siren Kix x Reader

Summary: A siren comes looking for his lost treasure.

Author’s Note: Yeah, he’s too pretty to not be a siren.

Warnings: Once again, siren and Mer do eat people in old myths so there is reference to that, but nothing in detail. Some cursing.

Word Count: 1212

Prompt: I was gutting fish for supper when one’s belly yielded scores of shining black pearls. “That’s a mermaids purse you stole,” my older sister explained. “Oh, they won’t be happy with you.”

Prompt 3169 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You are gutting fish for supper when one’s belly yielded scores of shining black pearls. You stare in awe, knowing that one was already enough money to set you and your sister for life. But this many, the amount was almost unfathomable

“That’s a mermaid’s purse you stole,” your older sister explains upon seeing the pearls and the fish. “Oh they won’t be happy with you.” You gulp, gathering all the pearls into a small sack; the joy quickly becomes replaced with fear. Perhaps if you gave the Mer all the pearls back, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Your sister is fast asleep as you pace around your shack of a house later that night. You don’t know whether to sleep or wait up to see if they come tonight. Then you hear something. It’s far too soft to hear clearly at first and makes you think you’re losing it. However, a melody soon becomes clear even if you can’t quite make out the words; your body softly swaying to it.

In a trance, you take the bag and leave the shack. You follow the sound through your dirt poor fishing village and down to the beach. You can make out the words now. They speak of what you desire most, consistent food and a sturdy home, in exchange for bringing back his pearls.

The song stops as your feet hit ankle deep water. You shake your head and check your surroundings; utter terror and old tales of the Mer eating humans flutter through your mind. The sirens being the most notorious examples among them; simply luring victims with a song and eating them alive.

You’re currently standing in the middle of a sea cave that is becoming a sea arch. The rock is still immensely thick with a couple trees still growing at the top. The main cave is massive and you can see the waves coming in through the other side. You had often run through here as a small child during the low tide, but now this place of joy brought goose bumps to your skin.

“Please.” You hold the bag out in front of you. “It’s all there. I’m sorry.” A shape of a man walks in from the other side of the cave; the moon is not at all bright enough to allow you to see his features. You close your eyes as he stops in front of you.

What you don’t expect is a soft curse to echo around the sea cave, full of concern. You slowly open your eyes and your struck by how pretty the man is. Your jaw drops slightly as your eyes wander over his unique short hair with lightning bolts, soft brown eyes, and down to his white and blue armor.

Wait. This man was a Mer clone. You had only ever seen them in pictures the republic had sent to your small island, but never in real life. All Mer had enchanted armor, but the metal itself was white unlike the silver-gray base of all natural born Mer armor.

“You’re starving.” He mutters in horror and you blush in embarrassment. You weren’t quite starving after all; you had just enough to get by. However, to someone who the Republic provided meals for, it made sense you would look sickly. And besides, even you could admit you definitely weren’t healthy looking.

“I go hungry sometimes, but I’m not dead yet.” For a moment you think you had gone to far before a soft smile breaks across his face. You can’t help but smile back before looking to the still outstretched bag.

He slowly takes it before opening it and counting the pearls. He looks at the bag confused and then back at you.

“Is there one missing?” You ask anxiously.

“No, but that’s why I’m surprised. Most humans would take at least one. In your circumstances, I would have overlooked a couple.” You don’t know what to say to that for a moment. You are in awe; both at the compliment and his generosity.

“They were not mine to take and I know finding just one would have taken gods know how long of searching through countless clams.” You pause a moment and decide to push your luck. “Why are gathering black pearls? What do you need them for?”

He looks a little uncomfortable for a moment before sighing. He closes the bag before looking at you again.

“No one knows what will happen to us at the end of this war. I prefer to be prepared and to help as many of my brothers as I can if the worst happens.” You blink, unsure of what to say. With having to struggle to simply make it through your day to day, you had never really considered how they were in a terrible situation. Many not even considering them sentient beings, but he had proven completely otherwise with one conversation. Once they had served their purpose, what happens to them?

“However one thing is curtain.” He smiles lightly, making your stomach flip. “I can’t store them the old mer way or I might lose all these for good. I was barely able to find you before we leave for the next battle.”

“I… I could hold on to them.” You offer and you immediately want to smack yourself; you sound fucking love struck and you had not thought this through at all. However, the look of surprise and genuine consideration he gives you pushes you forward. “I could function like your bank. I would take a couple, but I would watch and store them for you.

“It solves problems for both of us, um…” It is then you realize you don’t know his name.

“It’s Kix.” He chuckles before his hands glow around the bag. “Your’s?”

You stumble over your own name and your face flushes. It gets worse when you see him try not to laugh.

“On one condition.” Kix’s tone returns to seriousness as his right hand extends out, glowing with magic. “We make a deal.”

Mer deals, bound by sea magic, are notorious; the thought makes your stomach drop. Mer deals were often known for screwing over the humans who took them.

“It will only allow me to find you and know if something bad happens to you. Either of our deaths break the deal. Other than that, it is just the rules you suggested. I swear on my brothers.” It might be foolish, but you take his hand. The magic makes your hand tingle before the light fades out. You soon leave the cave with a full bag of black pearls.

Over the next few months, many things change for you. You and your sister move to a different island and live pleasant lives. Kix comes when he can to drop off another pearl and you slowly fall more and more in love with him.

With the rise of the empire, your sister wakes up one night to find a single black pearl and a note. You tell her you love her and that the pearl will be enough to take care of her. However, you would not be seeing her again for a long time; your siren had come for you and you were more than happy to run off with him.

#star wars #the clone wars #clone medic kix #kix x reader #mermay #mermaid au

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mwolf0epsilon · 7 months

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The Umbaran Pathogen - Day 18: Warm Soup

Summary: Obi-wan really has to stop ending up in these most compromising positions. It's becoming a terrible habit, and people might get the wrong impression. But, at least he does manage to get a few words out of their most gracious host... Although they're not exactly words of comfort...

Warning: Regurgitation grossness and force-feeding (as is to be expected since bugs don't exactly conform to table-side manners)

Here’s what Tup currently looks like (and Dogma's design should give a vague idea of what Cody looks like since they belong to the same cast)

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[In which the events on Umbara are worsened by an unknown pathogen taking hold of both the 501st and 212th. These series of drabbles will follow a non-linear timeline based on the AI-less Whumptober prompt list for 2023.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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This, Obi-wan mused, was not an ideal situation...

Not that he wasn't used to this kind of arrangement by now. If he had a credit for every time he ended up bound (and sometimes gagged, if his captors weren't overly fond of his charming personality) in some way shape or form, he'd have far too many credits for it to be sensible or even tasteful for someone of his prestigious position.

Perhaps it was just bad luck on his part that he somehow got himself into this sort of position. Or maybe the Force was just trying to tell him something, in all it's cryptic but somewhat wild and tricksy wisdom.

Whatever the case, he was currently suspended 5 feet in the air while tied up by some very viscous and impressively strong spider-like silk.

Trooper Tup, upon realizing what had been holding him back, had made quick work of all their efforts to restrain and impede the infected. Turning his full attention onto him, and lunging forward before he could change what direction he was pulling him in. The collision had sent Obi-wan flying, the air knocked out of his lungs, and then the monstrously mutated clone had descended upon him in a flurry of vile regurgitation, pulling and weaving.

On the plus side, he seemed to be in no mood for adding him to the roster of infected. On the downside, the few healthy troopers that remained were also trapped in the thick webbing, and the more recently infected were being cocooned while they watched helplessly.

While it certainly proved a good enough distraction to provide the 501st's medical team with some much needed time to escape, it was still not the most ideal of scenarios. Especially considering they were being forced to watch as Tup pulled each of the newly-infected 212th troopers close, considering them carefully, before opening up his jaws as wide as possible. A gesture which each of Obi-wan's men mirrored, accepting the following steaming hot torrent of pinkish liquid that spilled directly into their gullets, as if it were manna from heaven.

The display had not gone down well with the rest of the healthy, who gagged and retched in disgust as they watched their fellow clones be mouth-fed in such a disturbing manner. The horrid stench of the goo reaching their nostrils and eyes, making them sting and drip in irritation.

And the worst part was the wickedly smug grin the altered soldier sent their way, seeming pleased with their discomfort as he bundled up each of the men he'd finished "feeding". The pincer-like mandibles jutting out of his jaw clicking in a taunting manner.

The thing that had taken over the once-sweet young man had certainly twisted him into a rather cruel and sadistic individual. One that most definitely liked to toy with its prey.

"Not exactly weather for warm soup, don't you think?" No matter, Obi-wan was also very fond of toying with those who'd crossed him and the 212th. While Tup was not at fault for this, the thing controlling him was. And if it understood taunting and smugness, then it would certainly fall for the bait and lose even more time trying to argue back in some way.

Pausing for a second, Cody cradled in those terrifyingly sharp pincers of his, the mutated clone seemed to be caught slightly aback. Perhaps assuming no one would think him smart enough to engage in conversation. Or perhaps just curious to see where he was going with this. Regardless of what it might be, it stared at him with a distrustful glare.

"Truly, the men were in very good health before you decided to... Share this sickness of yours with them..." The Jedi carried on. Trying not to flinch in revulsion as Cody accepted the same disgusting liquid almost greedily. Lapping it up with this uncharacteristically doe-eyed look that did not belong on his face. "They were also full from mid-meal when we left our camp..."

"A̸s̴c̷e̸n̴s̷i̷o̵n̵ ̶t̷a̵k̷e̴s̴ ̶e̸n̴e̶r̶g̷y̶ ̸a̷n̵d̵ ̴n̶u̴t̸r̶i̶t̴i̸o̴n̴.̴" Tup hissed, his garbled voice having become much deeper than what it had once been. Rendered even more of a baritone than even the late Krell's naturally deep voice. "N̴o̴n̷e̵ ̶o̸f̸ ̴w̵h̸i̴c̵h̸ ̵t̴h̵e̴s̵e̵ ̸s̵t̵a̵r̴v̶i̷n̸g̷ ̸P̵u̵p̵a̸ ̶h̴a̸v̸e̴ ̶t̵o̴ ̶s̶p̸a̴r̴e̵.̴.̸.̸"

The anger and clear disgust aimed at Obi-wan were more than noted. He had a feeling Tup's opinion of him was less than stellar at the moment. Possibly from him stopping the trooper from attacking the medics but... Well, it seemed a little odd that this alone would make him sound so venomous towards him in particular...

He was missing something.

"I wouldn't call what is happening to these men a form of 'ascension', as you put it..." He argued, trying to keep Tup distracted for as long as he could. Frowning as the other finished wrapping up Cody in a cocoon so his second in command could undergo metamorphosis. "But I do agree our food stores for this mission have indeed been depleted to dangerous levels..."

"Y̷o̴u̴r̷ ̵f̴o̷o̷d̶ ̸i̸s̸ ̴w̷o̵r̵t̶h̶ ̶l̴i̶t̸t̸l̶e̶!̵" Tup snapped as he gently settled the cocooned Commander down next to the other resting bundles. Approaching Obi-wan and the rest of the trapped troopers, he jabbed him on the chest with a clawed pincer. "N̴e̴v̴e̸r̷ ̷f̵i̵l̸l̴i̶n̴g̶.̵ ̴N̸e̶v̴e̵r̴ ̸e̴n̵o̶u̵g̸h̵ ̷t̸o̴ ̴m̶a̶i̴n̴t̴a̷i̶n̴ ̵a̴n̶y̴ ̸p̶r̴e̷c̵i̸o̵u̶s̷ ̸f̴a̶t̴ ̶r̸e̸s̷e̷r̷v̸e̴s̷.̷ ̵U̸s̶e̴l̷e̷s̶s̸ ̶s̸t̷a̵l̵e̴ ̶s̵l̸o̶p̸!̴"

Tail lashing with irritation, the mutated trooper began to pace impatiently. Giving them all a proper and good view of his horrifically misshapen body. The grueling transformation he'd undergone.

In some ways, he almost resembled a Chironian now. His upper torso mostly that of a man (barring the extra eyes, blue and black scales, the jagged fang-like plates and pincers attached to his jaw, all the spikes and the two gigantic mantis-like pincers), while is back end had extended into a four legged almost equine-like insectoid body, with very long and incredibly powerful limbs and tail to match.

The black shield like plating on his back gave Obi-wan the impression that he was also in possession of a strong set of wings, that could fully carry him in flight. Although Tup had yet to reveal those. Opting to intimidate them all with just the sound of his heavy footfalls and brutish strength.

"W̸e̶ ̴w̷e̸r̷e̵ ̷t̷o̴l̴d̷ ̸t̴h̸e̶ ̴J̵e̵d̸i̵ ̸w̸o̴u̴l̶d̴ ̴c̸a̷r̴e̸ ̵f̸o̴r̵ ̵u̶s̴.̴ ̶T̷h̵a̷t̶ ̷w̶e̷ ̶w̴e̴r̷e̴ ̴f̸o̵r̴ ̵t̴h̵e̵m̴,̶ ̶s̵o̶ ̸t̷h̸e̴y̸ ̸w̸o̵u̶l̷d̶ ̸p̸r̷o̵t̸e̷c̶t̴ ̴a̷n̴d̸ ̴s̶t̷a̷n̶d̷ ̴b̴y̸ ̸u̴s̷.̶" The insectoid man growled, glaring at Obi-wan with all 7 of his eyes. "B̵u̶t̴ ̵t̸h̵a̵t̵ ̸w̶a̶s̶ ̶c̶l̴e̷a̶r̴l̴y̴ ̶a̸ ̷l̷i̷e̸.̴.̶.̵ ̵S̷k̵y̶w̴a̸l̵k̶e̶r̵ ̷l̸e̵f̷t̴ ̶u̵s̸ ̴h̶e̷r̵e̸.̸.̸.̷ ̵K̷r̴e̶l̵l̴ ̵s̵e̷n̸t̶ ̴u̸s̵ ̴t̸o̷ ̵o̸u̶r̴ ̸d̸e̶a̶t̸h̶s̷.̸.̸.̸ ̵S̵o̷ ̷m̴a̵n̸y̶ ̸v̴o̸d̴e̸ ̸l̶o̶s̷t̴.̸ ̵P̸o̸w̷e̸r̷l̶e̸s̶s̶.̷ ̵D̵i̵s̴r̴e̴g̷a̴r̸d̴e̵d̴!̶"

He frowned at that.

Yes, Anakin had left, but not of his own volition... If anything, his old Padawan had been reluctant to leave the 501st behind, upon being called away back to Coruscant. Only resting at ease when someone from the temple came to substitute him. He was, after all, protective of his men.

It seemed like things had not gone well with Krell. Come to think of it, the Besalisk Jedi Master had been rather distant as of late. Quieter. Less willing to engage anyone in conversation. Obi-wan wondered if that had anything to do with his death. If perhaps things had taken an unexpected turn due to Master Krell's recent bout of anti-social behavior.

If that were the case, then Tup's aggression towards him might be easier to explain.

"B̷u̷t̶ ̷t̸h̷e̵n̸.̶.̶.̷ ̶I̵ ̷b̷e̷c̵a̴m̵e̴ ̶t̶h̷i̷s̶.̷ ̵I̵ ̸b̸e̷c̷a̶m̸e̸ ̸g̷r̴e̴a̴t̶e̸r̴!̴" And at that, Tup smiled, seeming almost euphoric in how he motioned at himself. Proudly showing himself off to them. "S̸t̷r̸o̴n̴g̴e̷r̵,̴ ̵r̵e̴s̶i̸l̷i̸e̴n̷t̶,̷ ̸a̵t̵ ̸t̶h̸e̴ ̷v̵e̵r̵y̵ ̵t̸o̸p̶ ̶o̵f̸ ̶t̴h̶e̸ ̸f̴o̷o̷d̵ ̴c̷h̶a̸i̶n̴.̷ ̵A̷n̶d̷ ̷b̶e̷t̶t̶e̴r̴ ̵y̶e̷t̵,̸ ̷I̸ ̴c̷o̸u̵l̴d̵ ̸s̴h̴a̸r̵e̶ ̸t̴h̴i̸s̷ ̶g̸i̷f̵t̶ ̵w̴i̴t̴h̴ ̸e̶v̴e̴r̵y̸o̷n̸e̸ ̸e̴l̴s̵e̵!̷ ̷W̸i̸t̵h̶ ̴t̴h̸i̷s̶ ̶t̴r̴a̶n̶s̴f̵o̸r̸m̶a̸t̶i̸o̸n̶,̷ ̷t̷h̷i̴s̷ ̴e̸v̷o̴l̴u̷t̴i̵o̴n̷,̸ ̶w̶e̶ ̵c̶o̷u̶l̷d̸ ̴a̶l̵l̸ ̵l̴i̸v̵e̴!̸ ̵W̴e̷ ̶c̴o̴u̸l̵d̸ ̴a̷l̶l̸ ̷b̷e̵ ̷s̷a̶f̵e̴!̶"

"I see... You're doing this to protect your brothers." The Jedi would stroke his beard in thought if he could. He could see the logic, could see the lies this parasite had fed to a young man desperate to protect his kin, and it honestly repulsed him how something could so easily use such an emotional vulnerability against someone like Tup. No creature should be that naturally cruel.

"Y̶e̶s̴.̷.̴.̵ ̴I̷'̷m̵ ̶m̴a̸k̷i̴n̸g̵ ̵t̵h̶e̸m̴ ̵b̴e̴t̴t̷e̵r̶!̴ ̵I̵'̵m̵ ̴s̶a̶v̴i̴n̷g̸ ̴t̶h̴e̷m̶!̸" The mutated trooper eagerly nodded, twitching with excitement at the idea of being understood. Of his actions being justifiable. "U̷n̴d̵e̸r̴ ̸m̵y̶ ̴r̷u̵l̴e̶,̶ ̸o̸u̵r̴ ̷H̴i̸v̴e̶ ̵w̸i̸l̵l̶ ̴p̴r̶o̴s̸p̸e̶r̸!̵ ̴I̵'̶v̶e̴ ̵d̶o̴n̸e̸ ̴a̸ ̸w̸o̵n̵d̷e̴r̸f̸u̷l̵ ̵t̸h̷i̸n̵g̵!̷"

"No, I'm afraid you really haven't..."

And perhaps that was the wrong thing to say, as the excitement fell of Tup's face. Replaced by a sudden look of confusion and hurt, and then with one of absolute rage at being questioned.

Surging forward with a roar, the mutated insectoid got up close and personal, screaming directly in Obi-wan's face.

"Y̶O̶U̸ ̷D̶O̴N̶'̶T̷ ̶K̸N̶O̵W̴ ̴A̶N̶Y̷T̷H̵I̶N̶G̵!̶" The anger and despair smelled like rotting fruit with hints of decaying meat. Or maybe that was just Tup's rancid breath as he sprayed him with speckles of warm and sticky saliva. "I̵'̶M̷ ̴S̴A̵V̷I̵N̶G̷ ̴M̶Y̶ ̶F̴A̸M̷I̶L̴Y̸!̸ ̵Y̴O̸U̴ ̸J̶U̸S̶T̸ ̶D̸O̵N̶'̷T̴ ̷U̵N̷D̷E̶R̵S̸T̵A̶N̷D̴ ̸T̵H̷A̸T̵ ̵B̶E̴C̴A̵U̸S̴E̷ ̸Y̷O̷U̸'̴R̴E̶ ̶A̴ ̴J̷E̶D̵I̶ ̴A̴N̶D̶ ̶D̵O̶N̴'̶T̴ ̴H̸A̷V̴E̸ ̴O̷N̶E̷ ̵O̸F̴ ̷Y̵O̴U̷R̵ ̶O̸W̴N̸!̵!̴!̸"

Turning away quickly, Tup checked on the cocoons and gently nudged them. Calming down as he felt the troopers within respond to his touch. Antennae and tail twitching in delight as some of them began to break out of the tightly woven shells.

"Y̴o̸u̸'̷l̷l̷ ̴s̷e̵e̵.̵.̴.̸ ̷W̷e̷'̵l̷l̵ ̵a̶l̷l̶ ̴b̶e̸ ̸s̴a̸f̸e̶ ̴w̸i̶t̴h̵i̷n̶ ̴t̶h̷e̸ ̶H̴i̵v̷e̴.̷.̸.̷ ̷S̸a̸f̷e̶ ̷a̸n̴d̸ ̵l̸o̸v̴e̸d̴ ̵a̸n̸d̵ ̸a̸w̸a̵y̵ ̵f̴r̴o̴m̶ ̵y̴o̴u̸r̸ ̵w̴r̸e̷t̶c̷h̸e̷d̶ ̸w̵a̸r̵.̸.̸.̵" Tup purred, as he watched Cody emerge from his cocoon, a fully formed Drone at his beck and call just like Dogma. "B̴u̴t̵ ̷f̶i̴r̵s̶t̴.̶.̷.̵ ̷I̸ ̴n̵e̵e̴d̴ ̸t̵o̵ ̸d̸e̶a̴l̵ ̵w̸i̵t̶h̶ ̴s̷o̵m̴e̶ ̴l̶o̴o̶s̷e̴ ̴e̴n̵d̶s̵.̸"

He motioned for Cody to help the others break out of their own cocoons before moving towards the exit, looking back at the healthy troopers and Jedi with delight.

"I̸t̴'̶s̴ ̷a̴ ̷s̷h̴a̵m̸e̶ ̶t̴o̵ ̶k̴i̷l̶l̵ ̷t̴h̴e̷m̷,̵ ̶b̸u̶t̵ ̵t̷h̴e̵ ̸m̵e̸d̶i̷c̷s̸'̴s̴ ̷m̶e̶a̷t̶ ̴w̸o̸n̴'̷t̸ ̵g̷o̴ ̴t̵o̷ ̸w̴a̸s̶t̷e̴.̴" He smirked wickedly, back plates opening up to reveal two massive sets of glowing wings that were preparing to take off. "A̶n̷d̷ ̸h̵o̸n̶e̷s̵t̵l̷y̵,̵ ̷n̴o̴u̵r̴i̵s̵h̶i̶n̸g̸ ̵t̵h̸e̶ ̸v̸o̸d̷e̷ ̷i̶s̵ ̴w̶h̵a̸t̶ ̷t̴h̸e̵y̸ ̵w̴o̸u̵l̴d̴ ̶h̷a̴v̸e̸ ̴w̶a̴n̵t̸e̶d̴ ̸a̸n̴y̷w̷a̵y̴.̷.̸.̶ ̵W̴e̷r̷e̸ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̸ ̶n̵o̸t̷ ̶t̵o̴o̴ ̴b̵l̸i̵n̸d̶ ̵t̴o̶ ̵s̸e̴e̸ ̴h̸o̴w̷ ̶w̸o̶n̸d̶e̷r̴f̷u̴l̵ ̶a̴ ̸g̵i̶f̴t̴ ̶t̵h̷i̵s̷ ̵i̸s̵.̷.̵.̸"

With that said, the mutant took flight and left the medbay. Either to hunt down the medics, or perhaps to free Dogma so the other could help him on his personal hunt.

Obi-wan could only hope that he'd bought them all enough time...

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #whumptober #Umbaran Pathogen AU #obi wan kenobi #clone trooper tup #commander cody

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ahsoka-its-all-of-us · 1 year

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Bad Batch episode 9 thoughts!

You fucking idiots, you didn’t even lock your spaceship?!? Take the ignition keys with you or something? How naive are you?

Oh my god is The Bad Batch seriously throwing us a Lion King? Damn me for half expecting Crosshair to appear at the top and throwing the cable back with a ‘Long live the king’ or smth

I kinda love how the squad is on the verge of falling apart. Tech may say that the squad existed before Echo, and he’s correct, but that doesn’t mean it can exist without him anymore. They already lost Crosshair, and Omega may not truly understand the significance of that because she hadn’t been with them when they were still complete, but the others do.

Also lmao, a team of single dads attempting to deal with puberty when they’ve never gone through it themselves.

I think there’s a lot of untapped conflict potential with Tech and Echo. From the moment Echo joined I have wondered what has place in the squad would be, considering they were already pretty complete before he joined. I mean of course he brings something to the group because he’s Echo and he’s awesome, but his main thing, him being half-droid, overlaps with Tech’s abilities. I wonder if Echo joining and taking over tasks that used to be Tech’s could have been cause for conflict or quiet resentment. And in that case I could see Tech’s emotional confusion because in a way Echo’s departure returns things to the way they were and as such is almost a relief, but he would feel guilty about that thought and also he would miss Echo, because he’s a squad mate now.

I love the tiny detail of Tech shaking the water out of his goggles 🖤

More untapped angst potential for Tech and Crosshair; hc that Tech never got over Crosshair’s betrayal and departure. He’s too emotionally constipated to admit it, even to himself, but he misses Crosshair terribly. Hunter has been rather cold in the whole Crosshair situation, Wrecker is the only one of the team who can genuinely move on in a healthy way, Omega never really knew him as part of their squad and Echo also didn’t know him for as long as the others, so Tech feels alone in his hurt and buries it underneath a thick layer of apathy and reasoning, as he always does, but deep down he just wants his brother back. Echo’s departure only further agitates this wound, so in self-protection he becomes even more robotic. As long as he doesn’t have to feel the pain.

Is Cid’s reluctance to help going to tie in with what the dude in the racing episode said about her being not to be trusted?

Seriously though, do I now have to pine over not only Crosshair and Cody but also Echo and Rex?

Okay but I hope that they will actually get together. I mean, Echo is not going to return to the Bad Batch anytime soon, his choice to go with Rex has been too much prepared in the season to be a temporary thing that’ll just last a few missions. But the series, other than The Clone Wars, has one team of protagonists and as such can’t jump storylines that much. To have to divide the attention between the main Batch, Crosshair (and hopefully Cody) and Rex/Echo seems a difficult feat, especially considering the amount of episodes still left in the season. But if Rex and Echo somehow meet up or even team up with Crosshair (and hopefully Cody), the attention will only have to be divided between two groups. Here’s hoping 😬

#star wars #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch #the clone wars #echo #Hunter #tech #wrecker #omega #crosshair #captain rex #Cody #ciddarin scaleback

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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I get off on thinking about how gorgeous all of our clone boys will look with healthy Dad bods and them all having baby fever ok? There I said.

Just give me big, beautiful gorgeously thick clone trooper men so I can just (lovingly) fondle and bite them!!

You're right and you should say it!

Give them tummies and thick thighs! Let them all be built like Jesse! Solid and steady.

Let them all be big guys with big hearts who want big families!

Give them thighs thick and strong enough that their lovely can ride them!

#star wars #answered asks #18+

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sunsage · 7 months

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hair eyes build tail, also [feel free to pick n choose whichever]

send me a word! || learn all about my muse's physical features!

[hair]

His hair is short, or at least shorter than it used to be. It's very thick and dense but at the same time also very soft and clearly taken care of. He brushes it every day (has a special fur detangling comb for it even) and washes it about once a week when he can. Shampoo and conditioner, nothing more fancy than that, though he does pick more high quality expensive stuff for himself. Dirt and grime doesn't bother him much but he likes his hair soft and smelling nice.

The rest of his fur is shorter and easier to tend to so it doesn't get as much treatment but he still brushes it every other day.

And no, he doesn't shed normally. But he sometimes pulls at his hair when he's stressed and that does cost him in lost strands.

Edit: Oh wait and whenever he uses his hair for cloning too I guess. Look out for that

[eyes]

Big, sparkly, whatever shape he wants them to be really. Gold iris, gold sclera (usually). Ringed by charred, blackened skin that he usually covers up with eyeliner. Wrinkled at the corners. Not much in the way of eyelashes. Half-lidded when he's comfortable, otherwise fully opened. Very expressive, but whether the expressions are genuine or not can be hard to tell. If eyes are the windows of the soul then he's keeping his own shuttered.

Sensitive to smoke and other irritants, but not very sensitive to light. Can see in the dark just fine. And will glow a little.

[build]

He's relatively short and bulky. Taking a 500 year break from everything left him more pudgy than before which he also doesn't mind. It makes him a little softer to the touch because under it he's incredibly dense. Like a rock one might say. You don't really feel it with the fur and the layer of fat but if you squeeze him a little you will be met with an impenetrable wall of pure muscle. That also makes him quite heavy for his size.

Still very flexible despite it though. Can very easily put both his legs behind his head.

[tail]

Medium length (unless he needs it longer), flexible, very strong. A useful fifth limb and an essential part of his monkeyness. He doesn't really like when it's touched without permission and especially when it's pulled, so be careful with that.

[dealer's choice: mouth]

He's got thin lips, the regular monkey type, almost always pulled into a smile of some kind. Deceptively soft for all the sharp teeth he's got behind them. Teeth are very strong and healthy, though less because of his taking care of them (he does, but not that well) and more just naturally so. His canines peek out from over his bottom lip sometimes, it's cute.

His tongue is pretty average for a monkey but weirdly long by human standarts. Also the inside of his mouth is almost uncomfortably hot.

#light imperfected #dont give me freedom to pick what if i wanted to talk about his ass or smth #@(^headcanons^)@

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sgcairo · 2 years

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Hii, so I've been thinking about this and he's taken up all of my thoughts. You mentioned a knitting circle in pantalones room at 3am, i have raise you the clone that started it. You don't can just ignore this ask if it doesn't gel with you :)

There's a clone living in the walls of Pants, like the gremlin they all are. His name was changed to Alastair when he moved into Pants' walls from Mike because the other clones decided the one who kept an eye on their regrator needed a name that fit with the vibes of said regrator. That and Alastair serves as a way for Prime to defend Pants from his own stupidity... [Alastair means man's defender]

He reports back to prime whenever Pants is being an idiot about his health. Say, sounding like he's attempting to cough his lung out in his rooms, but claiming he is perfectly healthy. Alastair also possibly follows Pantalone out of the palace in full sneak mode in the aftermath of the poison debacle where Pants had collapsed in his office before making it back.

He's also the one who started the knitting circle on Thursday nights in Pantalone's room, it actually started out in the walls of Pants. But when more clones joined in later, it ended up in the bedroom of Pants because the realm between the walls be too cramped for the 14 or so clones that show up every Thursday.

I'm going to be honest, this threw me for a loop with the whole lives in your walls part-

I love him. Though if you don't mind, I raise you an addition/modification (feel free to ignore it, but this just gave me so many ideas):

Alastair means "man's defender", which can also be taken in the bodyguard sort of way. Not sure how he'd live in the walls- the Tsaritsa's ice is thick and unyielding, not to mention almost impossible to stay within without proper warmth- but I'm sure he would lurk within or near Pantalone's quarters as a personal guard assigned directly by Dottore. The Doctor feels much better, knowing someone is at least watching the Regrator's health.

But the Doctor isn't exactly... sneaky. I would say that Pants would find out real fast that someone is following him. He may be engrossed in his reports most of the time, but he's keenly observant. He would likely instate Alastair as one of his "escort" if you will (though it would be of the mor professional nature) before the week was out. And the knitting circle... he's give up trying to keep the clones out of his quarters. They always end up back in it anyways...

He would definitely have his own uniform, apart from the traditional fatui garb. Something with fine fur, as Pantalone's entourage must always be well dressed, lest it reflect poorly on him (also because he saw Alastair eyeing one of his coats).

The running joke is that he lives in the walls, from an awkward encounter with Pants.

Just an idea I had, but just the thought of him tunneling through the walls with a rusty old spoon or something is very funny.

#pantalone #il dottore #dottore #il dottore's clones #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin oc

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rexxdjarin · 3 months

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Clone Medic Kix knows you’re staring and he doesn’t mind.

Thick Healthy Clones Series

this one took me so long to get right but I LOVE the head tattoo so so much. I’m proud of him also hi kix 🥰

#rexxdjarin art #thick healthy clones series :)#clone medic kix #clone medic kix fan art #clone medic kix fanart #clone troopers #clone trooper fan art #clone trooper fanart #the clones #the clone wars #the bad batch

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toadstoolgardens · 2 years

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6 Fruits to Propagate from Cuttings

Growing fruit is amazing, and propagating fruit from cuttings makes it even better. It's free fruit!💕🫐

Buying established fruit plants is great if you're looking to be able to harvest pretty quickly. But propagating fruit from cuttings is a cheap or even free way to clone fruits, and all you need is a healthy existing plant to cut from. Another benefit to cuttings is the ability to clone your favorite fruit varieties! Choose fruits suited for your climate and keep in mind that most cuttings will take 2-3 years or more to bear fruit.

Blueberry (Vaccinium spp.): Softwood propagation - cut twigs in late spring from the tip of existing canes. Hardwood propagation - cut canes during the midwinter dormant season. Root your blueberry cuttings in a low-pH growing medium and keep them moist before planting them in the ground the following spring.

Blackberry & Raspberry (Rubus spp.): Brambles are excellent to propagate from cuttings. Take your cuttings around late summer from the tip of a primocane (bright green, bendy cane that grew this year). Root in potting soil and they should be set to plant in the ground in about two months, plant before winter.

Currant (Ribes spp.): Cut foot long cuttings from one year old wood in the late winter. Plant 2/3 of your foot long stem in potting soil to root, keep moist and in the shade. Plant in the ground the following autumn.

Elderberry (Sambucus spp.): Take softwood cuttings in early summer from the tips of green, bendy shoots. Place in potting soil and keep moist so they can root. Plant outside after about three months.

Fig (Ficus spp.): Take 8 inch long cuttings in the early spring from branches that are 1/2inch thick. Root in potting soil and keep moist but not too wet. Store potted cuttings in a warm sunny window, greenhouse, cold frame, under a 2 liter bottle with the bottom cut off, or under a clear plastic bag to keep warm and humid. Plant outside in early summer once new growth has appeared.

Mulberry (Morus spp.): Take foot long cuttings from soft, bendy branches in the late winter. Root in growing medium. Store your potted cuttings in a warm sunny window, greenhouse, cold frame, under a 2 liter bottle with the bottom cut off, or under a clear plastic bag to keep warm and humid. Place the container outside in the sun once the weather gets warm AND your cuttings develop new leaves. Water daily. Fall of that same year, plant your cuttings outside. TIP: If you're cutting from wild mulberries, take several cuttings from different trees to help pollination and fruit set.

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#gardening #permaculture #propagation #growing fruit #fruit garden #blueberry #blackberry #raspberry #currant #fig #elderberry #mulberry #solarpunk #it's free fruit people #cottagecore #goblincore

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galacticgraffiti · 2 years

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𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. VI ⋆𑁍

Rating: General Wordcount: 1.9k Characters: Eya (Nautolan!OC), Kad (Clone Trooper!OC) Warnings: nightmares, trauma flashbacks, hurt/comfort, overall angst with a good(ish) ending, discussions of sexuality (in a healthy way), soft besties Eya and Kad A/N: I am insanely excited to introduce you all to my first Clone OC! I'll try and do a proper character sheet of him once I get some artwork. He's just the best and I love him, that's all that matters for now.

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Vode Darasuum

Eya’s Apartment on Coruscant 20 BBY

Eya wakes up from their dream in cold sweat, their fists balled up so tight that the knuckles are pale pink surrounding their mereve beskar.

They sigh deeply, forcing themself to breathe slower, not to wake up Kad that sleeps next to them, Kad, who never gets peaceful rest in the trooper barracks and at least deserves to get it here.

Even after a whole day spent with their best friend on the planet, even after smoking some spice to relax, even after feeling Kad’s calm presence beside them as they fell asleep, the nightmares still come. Eya is so tired of it.

A small hand wraps around their wrist, and now they feel guilty in addition to sweaty and scared and exhausted. Kad deserves more rest, not to be woken up by nightmares that are only Eya’s own fault.

It is quiet for a moment before Kad’s sleepy voice mumbles words into the pillow.

“Something horrible happened to you,” he says softly. His hand settles gently on Kyreya’s shoulder. They can’t look at him.

Eya shudders and closes their eyes, the cybernetics resounding inside their head like an echo. Or a reminder. Their hands curl into fists once more, and nothing has ever seemed louder than the whir of their robotic fingers.

“…no,” Eya answers finally, their voice barely audible. “No, nothing terrible happened to me. It was me. I was the horror that was happening to people. Everything you see, everything you assume to be someone else’s fault… it’s all mine. Caused only by my actions, my decisions, my mistakes.”

“But the scars-“ Kad tries to say, but Eya interrupts him.

“The scars were caused by a bomb.” Their voice stutters as unwelcome memories flood in, but Eya has had a lot of practice keeping their voice steady. Still, an undertone of regret and pain shines through. Kad does not comment on it. Eya takes a deep breath. “By a bomb I laid, an explosion I triggered. Like I said… no one’s fault but my own. And my mistake wasn’t getting caught in the fire. My mistake was ever going there in the first place. Letting it get this far, letting myself become… what I did.”

Eya breathes, deep in, deep out. Gods, how they are wishing for a hydro-cig right now, as the memory of smoke and death coats their lungs. Their hearts stumble when there is a flash of something buried so deep they had nearly convinced themselves it was forgotten; the memory of tendrils that close around their own, the pain that floods their mind as they do, drowning them mercilessly. The cut of the blade, then the dark blood that clouds the water until Eya cannot see anymore, cannot speak anymore, can only inhale their own blood and try not to choke on it. The voice that gurgles through the water, weak but audible.

Help us.

And Eya’s own voice, so thick with tears they do not dare shed that they can barely answer, can barely speak the sacred words that seem to have lost all their meaning mere moments ago. But Eya says them anyways.

I cannot. I am death. And I will watch you die.

The soft slide of a familiar hand interrupts Eya’s dark thoughts. Worried eyes meet their own when they look down to where Kad’s tan hand tethers them to reality, pressing against one of their hearts.

��You went far away,” Kad simply says.

“Not far enough,” Eya mumbles. Their tendrils tremble as they absorb Kad’s emotions. Worry always tastes so bittersweet.

“Hey,” Kad murmurs. “Hey, you’re here now. You made it.”

“I did. But- Kad’ika, maybe I shouldn’t have, maybe I didn’t deserve to make it-“

“How can you say that?” All at once, the worry Eya could taste on Kad’s skin is pushed aside by the bitter aroma of seething anger. “How can you say that to me? As if it wouldn’t be- as if I would be better off without you here, as if I could be the same now that I’ve gotten to know you!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE!” Kyreya’s voice is so cold they nearly don’t recognise it as their own, so angry and lonely. “You don’t know what I’ve done to get here- who I was before. You don’t know any of it, so don’t pretend you are capable of forgiveness for things you know nothing about. The Ocean Spirit should have let me drown right alongside them.”

Kad does not say anything. But his rough hand comes up to cradle Eya’s face, his warm body pressing against theirs. Eya’s shoulders shake, but they do not pull away. Instead, they stay still, so still as Kad wraps himself around them, his breath warm against Eya’s cool skin.

“Feel me,” Kad says intently. “Feel me, taste me, breathe me in. Let me bathe you in my love until you feel whole again.”

Eya’s tendrils move before they have fully processed what is happening. They sneak around Kad’s shoulders, curling up with gentle pressure. Their whole being is flooded with warmth and light; a soft shimmering blanket of affection that covers them in nothing but love. Eya sighs deeply, the relief that washes over them palpable in the air.

“Hmm, bit better?” Kad hums, and Eya nods quietly.

“Better.” They hesitate for a second, and Kad senses the moment of discomfort even as the tendrils pull him closer. This way of being comforted… it is something so deeply ingrained in Nautolan culture that Eya never thinks anything of it - of the touches, the closeness, of sharing a bed and letting themself be held just as they hold Kad when he dreams of battle, as all soldiers tend to do.

Humans are not like that, though, Kyreya has learned. To humans, touch means something. It means more. Sometimes, it means something Eya cannot give, at least not to Kad.

“Kad, you know-” they start, but he quickly interrupts them.

“You know what this is. What we are.” He gently presses his forehead to Eya’s, and there is that feeling again - of being loved unconditionally, as family does. Family. “Vode darasuum.”

“Vode darasuum,” Eya repeats, relieved that Kad was not offended by their hesitation. It would be easy to get the wrong idea if someone walked in on them now - wrapped up in each other, Eya’s tendrils curling around Kad’s neck and back. But this is not romantic, it never has been, and it never will be. They are family of the strangest kind - coincidental, but chosen nonetheless.

Kad moves, and Eya scrunches their nose. They don’t want to break the peaceful silence, not after all this, but-

“You’re laying on my tendril.”

“What? Oh, kriff-“ Kad shifts and rolls over, his head bumping against Eya’s chin. He elbows them in the stomach in his haste, and though the air is knocked from Eya’s lungs they start to laugh.

“‘m sorry,” Kad mumbles, his expression so sheepish that it just makes Eya laugh even harder. It sounds like oceans rumbling when they laugh like this, like waves crashing against each other and also like the quiet rustle of a creek, all mixed into one.

Kad looks like Fives, that very first night they met, when he spilled his drink all over Eya. Each trooper is so different from his brothers, but in some regards, they are so alike that it makes Eya hurt. An army of perfect soldiers, bred to fight. Only they are so much more.

Kyreya looks down, burying their face in the soft curls that cover Kad’s head. They smile.

“That’s okay,” they finally say, pulling back to look down at Kad who bites his lip in worry.

“No, I hurt you, I didn’t mean-“

“It was my own fault. I know humans- or all those without headtails actually- tend to forget they’re there sometimes. I promise, it’s fine.” Eya sighs deeply, and gently pulls Kad back against their chest. “Just… lay like this and you’ll be fine.”

Minutes pass, and Kad does not move from the position Eya has draped him into; instead he lays stiff as a board in Eya’s embrace until they groan in frustration.

“Okay, this is worse, man. You can move, just… be careful.”

Kad grumbles and shifts, pulling his arm in to lay across Eya’s.

“Do you ever feel weird about this?” Eya asks quietly, once again contemplating how familiar they are with each other. How easy it is. “Have you ever- do you ever want… more? Or something different?”

For a moment, Kad does not answer, and if it were not for the mild tension in his muscles, or the nervous scent that surrounds him, Eya might have thought he had fallen asleep.

“I- No,” he finally answers. “You know… you know, I don’t want that. Not with anyone.”

“Oh.” Eya frowns for a second, trying to understand his words. “Not with anyone, huh? You never told me that part.”

“I… yeah.” Kad carefully twists around in Eya’s arms so he can look at them as he speaks, his brown eyes blinking up at their mismatched ones with uncertainty.

“I only just figured it out a while ago. I didn’t know that was like… an option.”

“Mhm,” Eya hums softly. “I’m glad you figured it out, vod’ika. Glad you felt safe enough to tell me.”

“Kal knows,” Kad admits. Eya is not surprised. The twins share everything.

“They probably figured it out before you did, huh?”

Kad laughs, but he sounds a little sad.

“I- yeah. Sort of.” He shrugs and curls into Eya’s arms again, pressing his cheek to their chest. “But you know them. I’ve never loved anyone more, but they’re not… not the most sensitive. And I wasn’t worried about how you’d react, not really, but there was still this odd fear, this… hesitation that had nothing to do with you and everything with me and-“

“Hey,” Eya interrupts him gently. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Not if you don’t want to.”

Kad exhales shakily, and for a moment, Eya is reminded that he is so young. The war has made the troopers age faster than any Kaminoan technology could, and yet, he is younger than Eya. A war may be worth lifetimes of peace, but there are some things the troopers just miss out on, a normality they never had.

“Whatever you want to tell me is fine,” Eya murmurs. “But there is no pressure. Go at your own pace.”

Kad huffs against their chest, then nods quietly.

“Let’s go to sleep, vod’ika. Tomorrow we can talk more if either of us feel like it.” Eya hesitates, then lets their tendril gently stroke Kad’s cheek. “We both need rest. It’s been a long day. Thank you for keeping me company, Kad’ika. Nephto knows I needed it.”

Kad presses his forehead against them harder for a second.

“Of course, Eya.”

And though the nightmares never quite go away for either of them, at least they have each other’s presence to comfort them through the painful memories.

♡ Happy snarwor oc week, everyone! Enjoy some cuddles. ♡

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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PART 2 OF 2 (ART ONLY)

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! There was SO MUCH content, I have to split this week's summary into two parts! A comprehensive list of this week’s art submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content 🪐 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Art:

The Clone Wars: Thick Healthy Clone Series by @rexxdjarin Fox and Riyo Art by @spicyclones79s Smoke Break with Wolffe by @spicyclones79s Plo and His Sons by @goldnightshaade Commander Wolffe Art by @pinkiemme ✨ Tattooed Clone Art by @pinkiemme Captain Rex Art by @pinkiemme The Soldier by @ginalongillustrations How Good a Man by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Sparks, Daughter of Hardcase by @cloned-eyes OC Commander Ghoul Art by @cloned-eyes 347th Regiment Comic by @paperback-rascal

The Bad Batch: Tech and Phee Art by @nightskyfoxyy ✨ Tech and Phee Art by @butts-art ✨ Commander Mayday Art by @pinkiemme 🪐 (TBB S3) Hunter and Omega Art by @spicyclones79s Snuggling the Baby Batch by @ladykagewaki 🪐 (TBB S3) Ms. Fangirl in TBB S3E8: A Call to Echo by @ladykagewaki Wrecker is a Rat Person by @cloned-eyes Wrecker and Omega Art by @theartgremlin Omega Art by @lamiliani 🪐 (TBB S3) Omega Art by @angela-art13 🪐 (TBB S3) Asajj Ventress Art by @vimse

Rebels: People Died, Lives Were Changed by @bloodbroox Kanan and Hera Art by @strige-art The War Criminal by @ginalongillustrations

The Book of Boba Fett: Boba Fett Art by @baufraus

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Jango and Boba Fett Art by @manofbeskar The Queen by @ginalongillustrations

Critical Role: You Need Me More Than I Need You by @alartriss

#ff weekly summary #art recs

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litcityblues · 2 years

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"The Borders of Infinity" --A Review

You know, I didn't set out to become a Vorkosigan Saga Tumblr account, but I guess that's what I've become, considering how fast I'm running through the Vorkosigan Saga. I had been meaning to double back and catch up on the Novellas and garnered a few opinions from the interwebs about the best reading order for the Saga and decided to skip Ethan of Athos (for now- I'll get to it eventually.)

I had to take a quick trip up to the Mayo Clinic with Medium Spawn and since he had a tablet to entertain him, I snagged this from Audible and let the comforting tones of Grover Gardner's excellent narration accompany me on the drive up.

This volume is actually a collection of three novellas, "The Mountains of Mourning", "Labyrinth" and "The Borders of Infinity"-- smashed together in one volume, they're tied together with a loose framing device- namely Miles being debriefed by his boss, the head of Imperial Security Simon Illiyan who wants to get to the bottom of what Miles has been up to, as he's run up quite a tab and his expenses are becoming a political football that his boss, his father and the Emperor don't need- someone wants to audit his activities and Illiyan wants a full accounting.

So, Miles flashes back to the first novella, "The Mountains of Mourning."

According to Wikipedia, this chronologically falls between The Warrior's Apprentice and The Vor Game and finds Miles newly graduated from the Imperial Academy and is taking leave at Vorkosigan Surleau with his parents. A woman from an isolated rural village in their district shows up, appealing to Count Vorkosigan for justice for the murder of her baby, who was born with a cleft lip and palate but otherwise healthy.

Miles' father, Aral Vorkosigan sends him to investigate as his Voice (representative with full powers) to get to the bottom of the mystery. Miles does so- but not before he's forced to confront the deep-seated prejudices that parts of Barrayar have against 'mutation' and ponder how to provide justice and mercy to parts of Barrayar that are the slowest and most resistant to change.

Full credit to Bujold with this one: the ending was unexpected and got the old 'allergies' flaring up. (The end of 'The Warrior's Apprentice' got me as well.)

The next novella is "Labyrinth" which gets a little weird and got me to raise an eyebrow or two now and again. This adventure introduces the reader to the planet of Jackson's Whole, where Miles and company are supposed to be buying weapons, but in reality are trying to get geneticist Dr. Hugh Canaba to leave his current employer to go work for Barrayar. Canaba won't leave unless he gets experimental samples that he injected into the thigh of a prototype super soldier he developed and sold to Baron Ryoval, who Miles managed to offend.

This leads to the inevitable break in, where Miles to discovers the Super Soldier is female, and despite a fearsome appearance, intelligent and emotionally vulnerable and she challenges Miles to make love to her to prove that he believes that she's human and Miles, having a weakness for tall strong women does so and offers her a name (Taura) and a job with the Dendarii and the escape.

What raised my eyebrow? Well, Taura the super soldier may age super fast, but her given age in the book is sixteen which seems... a little sketch. But other than that, this is Bujold getting weird with genetics and cloning and stuff in a much more compelling way than we saw in 'Cetaganda' (which was interesting, but in a more ethereal way.)

Finally, we get 'The Borders of Infinity' which I loved, because it grabs you and dumps you right into the thick of things. Miles has allowed himself to be captured by the Cetagandans and thrown into a maximum security prison camp on Dagoola IV. The Cetagandans have invaded and occupied the planet Marillac and Miles is looking to get one of their captured commanders out to form the nucleus of resistance to hopefully liberate the planet from Cetagandan control.

When he arrives, he's promptly beaten up and his clothes are taken, so naked, he has to make a friend- in this case, Suegar an apparent religious fanatic who quotes his 'scripture' (taken from The Pilgrim's Progress according to Wikipedia, though I don't think that's made clear in the text itself) and thanks to making friends with some key players- including Tris, the leader of the female prisoner he eventually wins them over and gets them to start rehearsing for quick embarkation (disguised as a food distribution procedure.) Miles gets a signal through to his fleet and eventually, the Dendarii Fleet arrives and stages the largest mass breakout in history-- as a result, the Cetagandans (obviously angered by this) place a price on Naismith's head.

Overall: I really love the framing device for this collection and I love the novellas themselves. I think I'd put 'The Mountains of Mourning' first, followed by 'The Borders of Infinity' and then 'Labyrinth' but they're all good and I'll ask again: how the hell has no one adapted this for the screen yet? This is like begging for a streaming service to adapt.

Also, you'll never believe this, but I'm already digging into Brothers in Arms. (Surprising, huh?)

My Grade: **** out of ****

#the borders of infinity #miles vorkosigan #the vorkosigan saga

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