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I miss drawing them…

#THIS IS SO GOOD

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I don't have an idea what I will draw next

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Some fluff

Fae au shared with @sergeantgoggles

#precious #🥺

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This is some time during the war, after a particularly grueling ARF mission. Waxer and Boil are back with the battalion, maybe at a well-established camp, so it's fairly safe, and they've cleaned up and had some food. They plopped down on some crates to hang out with friends... and promptly zonked out. :<

Reminder: I don’t interact on Tumblr, so if you want me to see anything, please comment on AO3

#awwww so sleepy #naps #waxer #boil

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More fun with sheets and snuggles.

Echo and Fives after the war. Maybe Thorn's making coffee idk. Echo usually keeps his prostheses covered (I just like to draw them a lot so I usually don't put his glove and stuff on him in images), mostly to keep them free of dust and debris, but also because his finger joints get tangled in Thorn's hair at night. <3

#oh my goodness this is actually so beautiful #amazing as always #this is so talented #I LOVE THEM #gorgeous #echo #fives

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They love 🥺😭

#oh my goodness #i just #🥺 #echo and fives #comfort #😢

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sugar requested happy dogma, maybe doing tup’s hair or something. he uh. might look a little intense but trust me he’s good 

#welp #im a sucker for these two #🥰

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Kitchen counter smooches! Hehe, I guess they're on vacation somewhere, since homes on Ryloth are underground. I just really liked the lighting in the ref, so.

#oh my goodness #heart melting #HHHH I LOVE THEM #STOP

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See You on Lola Sayu

The barracks stink of bleach and disinfectant, so different to the close smell of tibanna and sweat synonymous with the smaller ships Echo’s become so used to hitching rides on, heading for the next front, the next chaotic melee, the next battalion or commando team or spec ops squad. Fives is rattling around in the footlocker of their assigned bunk, half in his fatigues and muttering something about needing a feed and a good night’s sleep before they ship out to Lola Sayu, and Echo feels a weird sense of finality.

The mission’s going to be tough, he knows that, and he knows every time they’re deployed there’s a risk one or neither will come back — heck, he might not even make it out of carbonite — but this time there’s some kind of odd desperation that supplants the pragmatism.

That’s when he reaches for Fives, tugs him up and mashes their faces together. Not something they’ve ever done before, not something he’d ever jacked off thinking about (no, never), and he’s got no shirt on and Fives is only in his undershirt and gruts and when Echo’s fingers slip up and under the fabric, Fives seems to go from shock and quiet approval to enthusiastic participation and yeah, alright then.

You can also gIve it some love on Ao3 Publicly available high res version on Patreon

#WOW #absolutely beautiful

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dream team perreando

1st song: Ahora es - Wisin y Yandel

2nd: Rakata - Wisin y Yandel

#pls i love them

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I got nothing, I just wanted to draw these two and pokemon.

#pls this is so cute #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #hunter #tech

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They love 🥺😭

#BBYS #OMGJDHEJFK #THEYRE SO PRECIOUS #cloneship #cloneshippinh

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cloneshipweek Halloween 2021 prompts

Late submission for @cloneshipweek's Halloween 2021 prompts, written while I lounged around in bed this morning trying to wake up.

Rating: T

Ship: Dogma/Hardcase

Prompt: Day 5, Dares

Tags/warning: Modern AU, very vague implied frisky thoughts.

“Nope, those are the rules, Dogma,” Echo shakes his head. “Fives was pretty clear on that from the beginning. You’re going to have to pick one.”

“Between entering the Umbaran house and kissing Hardcase on the mouth?” Dogma demands, aggrieved.

“Exactly,” Fives says, a touch self-satisfied, and if Echo weren’t in the room Dogma would have reached over and cuffed him on the head.

Both options are inadvisable. The Umbaran house is an old, abandoned, dilapidated mansion that stands ominously on the corner of their street, so tenebrous and threatening that the thought of entering it sends chills down Dogma’s spine. And maybe Dogma doesn’t put much weight into belief of the supernatural, but the property’s been unoccupied for decades. If the demons that haunt the place (not that there are any, of course) don’t kill him first, the lack of structural integrity will when the house collapses on him with not so much as a warning the second he passes the threshold.

As for the alternative — well, Hardcase is handsome and charming and funny, and it’s entirely possible Dogma’s been privately fantasising about getting Hardcase on top of him, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to let any of the other guys even think there’s a remote chance for the both of them. Besides, there’s a real possibility that if he starts kissing he won’t stop, and that’ll definitely give him away then.

The second option, in question, has his lips puckered up and is making kissy noises in Dogma’s direction, and Dogma eyes him with a look that hopefully conveys a convincible degree of disinterest.

“I pick the house,” he sighs, resigned to his fate, and Hardcase immediately pouts.

“Woah,” Tup says, eyes wide. “Seriously? Nobody dares step foot near the Umbaran house, not even the authorities.”

“That’s because it’s private land,” Dogma says, matter-of-fact. “And the owner is apparently the Umbarans’ great-great-grandson, who lives far away in another continent.” He tips his chin in Fives’ direction: an open challenge. “What are the terms?”

“One night spent in there,” Fives says, grinning. “One whole night, and if you come running out before dawn breaks tomorrow you still have to kiss Hardcase on the lips.”

“Deal,” Dogma says, because the thought of the ancient, run-down house may make him uneasy, but it’s entirely unfounded. Dogma isn’t a superstitious person in any meaning of the word — ghosts, and other paranormal creatures, don’t exist, as much as people are inclined to believe they are. It’s just dumb stuff Fives and the rest like to believe in.

After all, it’s just one night. What could go wrong?

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cloneshipweek Halloween 2021 prompts

Late submission for @cloneshipweek's Halloween 2021 prompt.

Rating: T

Ship: Dogma/Hardcase

Prompt: Day 3, Curses

Warning: Very vague implied friskiness.

“You cannot be serious.”

“I am afraid no part of this is a joke, Dogma. Until General Kenobi can find a way to reverse what the Sith artefact’s done to the both of you, you’re going to be stuck like this for the foreseeable future.”

Dogma doesn’t curse, because it’s not generally a good idea to spout invectives in the presence of your commanding officer. But he comes close. Very close.

“Foreseeable future,” he echoes, torn between outrageous and disbelieving.

“Oh, c’mon,” the person next to him — the most infuriating pain in the shebs Dogma’s ever had the misfortune of meeting — says, breezily like Rex has just announced the duty roster for the upcoming week. “It’s not that bad.”

Dogma clenches his jaw so hard he hears something crack. “Shut up, Hardcase.”

“I mean, I know we’re both probably not going to get much privacy for the next week or so, but — don’t be so uptight, Dogma. Think of it as an opportunity, to get to know each other…better.” Hardcase waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Tup’s words about Hardcase harboring the most massive crush on him hit him full-force, like a star destroyer entering hyperspace. “I’m sure we could both…stand to gain something from this learning experience —"

“Hardcase,” Rex sighs. “You’re not helping.”

“Just tryin’ to be optimistic here, Cap’n,” Hardcase shrugs, and Dogma’s left hand moves up with the motion, too, from where it’s literally melded into Hardcase’s right: an odd joining of the flesh that had taken place when Hardcase had, against General Kenobi’s instructions, touched the karking Sith urn on their last assignment to that run-down Sith Temple in the Unknown Regions. That had ostensibly unleashed some kind of centuries-old curse, and Dogma had had the misfortune of being the unfortunate karker closest in proximity to Hardcase then.

“Oh, lighten up, Dogma. Look on the bright side of things for once, would you. It’ll be fun! We’ll do everything together — eat, sleep, even shower, and I’m sure we’ll come out of this as best buddies —"

Dogma slaps a hand over his face, desperately trying to tamp down the rising irritation that’s threatening to spill over. One week. General Kenobi has promised one week to figure out how to reverse the spell, and if the blasted Jedi takes any longer than that Dogma will personally march straight to the medbay and perform the amputation of his limb himself.

Well. He supposes it’s better than being attached to Hardcase at the hip.

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HUNTER + hands! (and knife).

Tech + hands

#oh wow #uh #👰👰👰👰👰👰👰👰👰👰👰

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Playing in @sergeantgoggles au

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the drabbles are cute and i would like one if u have time 👉👈 so it's not a kink for me like in your commission fic, tickle fights are more affection and love language imo so nothing nsfw! and i've adopted wrecker being the resident tickle monster when he's feeling affectionate! crosshair is not exempt bc he's grumpy, tech isn't exempt bc he's cute as a button, and it don't matter that hunter is the leader! he'll get a taste of it too! but once echo joins the group and has quite a bit of time under his belt to feel comfortable, he is not immune to the wrath of the tickle monster either 😈 so just, straight up fluffy fluff. i totally headcanon them as actually welcoming it bc it makes them feel loved and they can let loose and play fight

Sorry it took so long. I'm not 100% happy with it, but I didn't want to sit on it any longer

Echo figured out pretty quick that Wrecker had no concept of personal boundaries or personal space. He watch Wrecker try to respect them, but he had trouble imagining anyone not wanting a hug or someone hovering over them watching them work or- tickles.

Ok, the tickles really threw Echo. They were trained commando’s, the best of the best. All complete children when Wrecker decided to start something. The first time Echo thought they were going to brawl. Wrecker tackled Crosshair from across the room and Echo froze. Hunter noticed and clasped a hand over his shoulder.

“Stay in my bunk. It’s off limits.” Was all the warning Hunter gave him. He scrambled into the berth and watched mystified as Crosshair hissed out a laugh. Wrecker dug his fingers under the chest plate and tickled Crosshair. Crosshair kicked him off and retaliated. It was the first time he saw Crosshair smile.

Tech tended to screech, but that was because Wrecker often caught him off guard. Echo did get so see Tech catch Wrecker off guard one time. Tech was half away across the ship and diving out the door by the time Wrecker picked himself up and gave chase.

Hunter wasn’t ticklish, which surprised Echo. Until Tech admitted Hunter was the first to get the full brunt of Wrecker and he’d grown immune. Hunter would smile and launch a counter attack all the same. Echo got in the bunk for those matches. Hunter was ruthless and did not care if there was collateral damage.

At first Echo hadn’t realized what was happening. Wrecker snuck up behind him with a grin. He felt something on his leg, but he never got proper sensors on them, just enough to tell if something was touching him or if he was leaning on something.

“What’s up?” He didn’t even look up from his datapad, he thought Wrecker was just bored.

“Nothing.” Wrecker back off and Echo looked up to see him disappointed. Tech politely cleared his throat.

“Wrecker, he cannot feel on his prostheses.” Tech said far more gently then Echo had ever heard him speak.

Wrecker perked up.

“Oh!”

Echo wished he’d run then.

Wrecker crashed into him and wormed under his armor like he would with Crosshair. Echo instinctively kicked out as he sucked in a gasp to quick and snorted. Wrecker stopped for a moment as Echo slowly turned beet red, then grinned.

“Wrecker, make him do that again.” Tech requested.

Echo wheezed around his giggles and snorted a few more times before Wrecker relented. Wrecker looked at him concerned for a moment, worried he’d gone too far.

“First I’m going to get Tech. Then I’m coming for you.” Echo hissed.

Tech yelped and scrambled out of his seat, dashing out of the ship into the rain. Echo was close behind him yelling at Tech to take his lumps like a clone. Wrecker beamed and ran after them.

#CUTIES OMG