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A park visitor films an American black bear and her two cubs in Yellowstone
December 1965. 
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I will be dropping my rewrite in 5 days 👍🏽
[id: it’s a drawing of Omega standing in front of Crosshair. Crosshair is wearing his black, grey, and red armor from the show and standing with his back to the viewer though he is looking over his shoulder and down at Omega. He is depicted as albino with pale skin covered in dark freckles, buzzed light blond hair, and medium brown eyes. Omega is depicted with piebaldism which has resulted in a lack of pigment in a stripe of skin down her face and a splotch on her left hand, as well as in a tuft of hair and part of her right eyebrow. She is wearing a blue and red cadet uniform sans the belt, and her brows are furrowed. While she’s depicted in the light, Crosshair is cast in shadow. /end id]
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For the ✨Echo girlies✨
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So happy to have the Echo daki sketches done! Now I just need to finish the sketches for Hunter, Wrecker and Tech.
I likely won’t start the actual line work until everyone’s sketches are finished, so don’t expect a finished product for Echo (or the others) any time too soon.
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
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I know nothing good comes from texting you, but sometimes I have a clawing need to know if you think of me as often as I think of you
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Sharing a few Imperial! Batch edits because these deserve a life outside our Discord:
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[id: it's two photos of a wip. The first is of Crosshair, who is depicted as albino with short cropped hair and dark freckles. His head is turned to a side profile and he's looking down. The second is of Omega, who is depicted with piebaldism that resulted in a strip of skin down her face lacking pigment. She is looking straight forward with her eyebrows furrowed. /end id]
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SCREAMINGG!! I love everything about this. The art, the coloring, the story, the characterization 😭😭😭
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No Man Left Behind / Something Worth Dying For
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Request from @razzbberry - Palette #1 - Alpha-17, Cody - Death of the Cynic in Me
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Notes: I think Seventeen would, both subconsciously and consciously, keep his cynicism as long as possible. It’s how he thinks the world works, but it’s also a survival tool. It’d be a very, very slow death.
It’s put to the test with Cody — not because Cody is special among his fellow clones, but because he’s one of the first that bothers to fight Seventeen on his own terms. The argument is always the same. Cody wants to talk about what he hopes to be, someday, after he is a soldier. Seventeen thinks he’s stupid to think that’s possible, or that he’d be capable. Cody knows it, and he, might not be. Seventeen thinks it’s even more stupid, in that case; what a waste of energy.
It develops. When they’re older, and in the thick of war, one day Cody risks his life for the chance to save a brother that was going to die anyway. Seventeen yells at him for fifteen minutes once he’s conscious about luck and stupidity and the trouble it’s causing Seventeen and the false hope it’s engendering in others. Cody says he can disagree all he likes, but he doesn’t give a fig, respectfully. Seventeen thinks Cody can go try to get blown up again, if he thinks so.
There’s no point fighting for a better tomorrow; they’re bought and paid for to fight for something else, FOR someone else. Seventeen is prepared for being fodder, as a result. He’s prepared for unfairness and the bleak life that they’re living. Instead he watches as Cody defeats odds time and time again, somehow managing to balance being an exceptional military leader with a secondary war to live for something more, running himself ragged and — inexplicably — gaining ground. Each of those little victories are a little death for Seventeen’s cynicism; a chipping away. A little seed of Cody’s brand of hope takes root, awkward and begrudging, fond and tentative.
Then Order 66 happens. Cody’s efforts for a better life are in vain, and Cody himself-
Cody may never know that Seventeen was right abut just how helpless they were. Now he only knows that Seventeen is a traitor, apparently, because Seventeen — for once in his life — was the lucky one and his chip malfunctioned.
And Seventeen could say ‘I told you so’. He could rest, vindicated and resigned, in the fact that every dream Cody built up and everything he thought was worth dying for is pointless, now — as he always suspected it would be.
But it isn’t fair, even by Seventeen’s standards.
“What are you doing,” Rex will rasp, caught in a strange role reversal as Seventeen paints an armor set with Cody’s golden colors. “He’s not coming back, Seventeen. He can’t. It’s pointless to keep going after him, you need to stop.”
“No,” Seventeen will answer, unbothered, “I don’t think I will.”
“We can’t — we can’t keep hoping,” Rex says, because he means he will probably have a breakdown if he imagines there is even a pitiful possibility he could save his brothers and then have to turn away from that scrappy chance for the greater good and Rebellion, and all that. “We’ve got to move on.”
“Go on.” Seventeen will invite sincerely, one brow raised because he knows Rex better than that.
“Do you want him to shoot you?” Rex will finally yell, all knotted up at the thought of losing Seventeen too, even though it’s funny because Seventeen was never kind to Rex.
“He can try,” Seventeen will say, touching up the last of the paint. He will stand, wiping his fingers, and pick up his pack. “See you when we get back, then.”
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