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photogirl894 · 28 days

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Ok my dear Morgan!!!! Congrats on the followers!!!!!

Bestie I'm throwing a few at you just because I can.

Hehehehehe some of these might look familiar ;D *insert Yoda laugh*

Do Fluff 1. "Do not go far from me."/"I won't." but with a twist? Maybe it's said another time in the story with "And if I do?" instead of "I won't" at a certain point. And Angst 4. and 12 “Do you know what it would do to me if I lost you?” “I need to keep you safe.”/”Then who will keep you safe?”

Angst 24 “Keep your eyes on me. Only me.” and physical affection 1. forhead touches and 19. lifting someone into the air and spinning them.

Do I even need to say his name? The beautiful one with the pretty eyes? ;D

Can't wait to see what you come up with. Will be spectacular as always!

Oh bestie, I love all of this so much!! 😍🥰

I'm gonna do two separate posts for both requests since I really like them both and want to do both 😉 though I'm actually gonna start with #2 cuz I thought of an idea for that one immediately! 😆

And ohhhh yes, I know which beautiful Clone with the pretty eyes you are referring to 😍😍

"Two Left Feet"

24. "Keep your eyes on me. Only me."

1. Forehead touches

19. Lifting someone into the air and spinning them

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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Going undercover at a Republic ball was not something you were looking forward to...especially because you were being expected to dance.

There was just one problem with that...

You couldn't dance!

When you tried to dance, you were like a Gungan with two left feet. You had good rhythm, at least, but not the moves. It was embarrassing.

What was even more embarrassing was you were being paired with Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99, someone you'd had your eyes on for a while and you'd flirted with from time to time. You had to try and dance in front of him and you were mortified.

You were an analyst for the Republic and you were needed on this mission to analyze certain data the Bad Batch were trying to retrieve. This wasn't your first time working with them either. There had been reports of a spy in the Republic Senate who was going to be making secret deals with the Separatists during the ball and you and the Clones were being sent in undercover to intercept the rogue Senator. Which meant being dressed up all nice, which you didn't mind as much. That and it meant seeing Hunter in nice, formal wear, as well...which you definitely didn't mind either.

At the ball, you and Hunter lounging around on the side of the ballroom while Crosshair kept watch on the opposite end. The rest of the squad were in other parts of the building.

"Why am I one of the ones that has to be here?" Crosshair complained over comms.

"Because Wrecker sticks out too much and Tech and Echo are needed to keep watch on the cameras," Hunter answered.

The both of you heard Crosshair groan in response.

"Hey, I don't want to be here either, Crosshair, so suck it up," you scolded him on your comm.

As you put it back in a sleeve of your dress, Hunter asked you, "What? You mean you don't want to be here with me?" He grinned teasingly at you.

You could feel your cheeks flashing hot at his remark and even more so at the way he was smirking at you. It made you want to hide your face. Just as you were going to answer, the music started playing louder and people were moving onto the dance floor. The moment you dreaded the most.

"Well, guess we'd better go, too," said Hunter, offering his arm to you.

With a nervous gulp, you looped your arm through his and he led you to the dance floor with everyone else. You tried to hide your growing nerves, but to your dismay, you had forgotten Hunter had enhanced senses and could tell something was up.

"What's wrong?" he asked you.

"I...I can't dance," you anxiously admitted and then you started just rambling without thinking. "I'm going to embarrass you and draw attention to us, which could compromise the mission, and then we're gonna be--"

Hunter came up and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him and he took hold of your other hand as the dancing began. "You worry too much," he said in a soft voice, "and you won't embarrass me. Just look at me and everything will be fine."

As the music started and the two of you began to move, he stepped to the left and you immediately tripped over your own feet, apologizing right after. The two of you kept going with the dance and you stepped either on his foot or were stumbling over your dress; nothing was working. You clenched your teeth in frustration and shame, feeling everyone's eyes on you.

Then Hunter stopped and said your name. When you looked up at him, he told you, using a firm tone yet still with a gentle voice, "Keep your eyes on me. Only me. Don't think; just trust me and let me lead you."

Something about gazing into Hunter's eyes just made you forget about all of the judgmental stares surrounding you or even your own humiliation at your inability to dance. There was calm, safety and warmth in his eyes that seemed to ease your fears and anxiety.

As you both moved, he quickly explained the steps of the dance and kept you close so you could move with him easier. You let him just pull you with him, your bodies pressed closely against each other, and your gaze never left his. The eye contact you maintained was intense and electrifying, which made your heart race increasingly. Just as you came to that realization, Hunter grinned at you again, which most likely meant he could sense your rapid heartbeat, too. You became lost in his gaze that you almost forgot you were even dancing in the first place.

"I love your eyes," you stated, realizing too late that you'd said that out loud.

Hunter let out a pleased chuckle. "Your eyes are much lovelier to look at than mine," he replied.

Before you could react, he suddenly pulled a move that you didn't expect: he gripped you underneath your arms and lifted you effortlessly into the air, spinning you in a circle. You let out a small laugh of delight and smiled down at him, which made him smile up at you in return. As he slowly lowered you down, your body sliding down against his own, the music slowed down and came to an end, the crowd of onlookers watching all the dancers applauding as the music stopped. The applause was just distant noise as you couldn't pull yourself away from Hunter's gaze, the two of you staying in each other's arms. The rest of the room seemed to fade away, leaving the two of you alone. His lips parted and his breathing grew heavy along with your own as an unknown force seemed to draw you two in and you touched your foreheads together.

You wanted everything else to just cease around you and to live in this moment alone with Hunter.

Unfortunately, Crosshair's voice speaking in both your ear comms broke you out of the moment as he said, "The Senator's on the move. We need to go."

Both you and Hunter snapped out of the moment and back into reality, stepping apart and you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, feeling the heat returning to your cheeks.

"You'd better get going," you told him.

"There's one thing I need to do first," he responded. Then he pulled you back to him and you found your lips meeting his in a deep and powerful kiss that nearly made you go weak at the knees. Then when he pulled away, he had a confident smirk on his face. "Now, I'm ready to catch a Senator," he declared before running away.

Your fingers came up to your lips and you smiled. Seems like this mission hadn't turned out to be a bad thing after all...and you couldn't wait for this ball to be done.

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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Yay request are open!!! How do we feel about a one shot where König constantly refers to the reader with German pert names without telling them what they mean? After a while they start to think König is making fun of them in German because whenever they confront him he gets all flustered. Maybe a fluffy ending where König confesses his feelings after the reader confronts him and asks what she did to make him make fun of her!

Ahhh this is so cute!! I love it!!! (tagging @konig-is-bbygrl bc könig is in fact bbygirl)

You were acting as a liaison between the 141 and KorTac in an attempt to get the two teams to cooperate on the field in the future. They chose you because you had good interpersonal skills, you followed orders well, and you met and exceeded expectations. That and you pulled the short straw. It was either that or send Ghost and that would’ve made matters worse, you love him but it’s the one department he lacks tact.

You were a little nervous, sure, but the team was pretty welcoming. Particularly the veiled giant, who you learned was König, he stuttered a bit at times and maybe spoke too fast when he got a little nervous or enthusiastic but you thought it was cute.

And then you’d get sent out together, and for a while you felt like you worked well together, communicated clearly and efficiently, and you were able to complete your missions with little to no incident. You’d fire off a joke or two over comms, exchange stories while waiting for evac in a safe house, you had a good thing going. But the more you got sent out together, the stranger his compliments became;

“Good shot, liebling.”

You laughed hesitantly at the compliment, it was a compliment, right?

“Keep your head low, schatz.”

You thanked him but the word turned over on your head over and over, was that an insult? It was at this moment you regretted taking French in college instead of German, you have yet to even see a French word in a context not involving food. When you met up at the RV point, the question has been sitting on your tongue for a while now, tainting the peaceful symbiosis you’ve created with König. You were in the safe house waiting for your next orders, he was sharpening his knives and you stood by the window. It was now or never.

“Hey, what do those words mean?” Your question cut the silence,

“Hm? Sorry?” He looked up at you from his seat at the table,

“It’s just, whenever you’ve told me something, you end the sentence with a word in German.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you watched his eyes widen for a split second before he quickly looked back down at the knife in his hands,

“Oh! Ah, well that, um, don’t worry about it, süße.” You’ve heard him stutter and occasionally trip on his words, but he was still direct with you. This was different, and it put a bad taste in your mouth. To add insult to injury, he’d used another word in German. He’s not… making fun of you, is he? It made your chest ache painfully, you suddenly felt like a fool for thinking you were actually getting along.

“Oh, ok, I guess.” You mumbled, turning your attention back to the window. The tension was palpable, you felt like you were drowning. You shook your head, focus, dumbass. This isn’t the time for that. It wasn’t too long after that, thank god, you got your orders and went to your posts. It all kept running in loop, all your interactions, all your jokes, all the laughs, all the quiet moments together, was he just being nice? Is he getting fed up with you but he doesn’t know how to tell you and he’s just casually adding insults to every sentence?? No, come on, that’s ridiculous.

“I’ve marked two soldiers on your path, maus.”

Did he just fucking call me a mouse?

Petty bastard. You clenched your jaw, the dread settling in your gut had quickly turned into anger. As soon as you were finished here, you’d pack your bags and head back to your boys, but not without giving the giant asshole a piece of your mind (and Price but that’s beside the point). The thing is though, you couldn’t wait until you were back at base. As soon as the chaos had died down and you met back up at the safe house, you let him have it,

“Good work out there, liebling.” König praised as you walked into the safe house, that was the final straw. You threw your gear on the table and leveled him with a glare, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through your system,

“Ya know, you’ve got some nerve, König.”

Not good.

“This entire time, I thought we were getting along really well and I don’t know what happened or what I did… I mean, fuck for a moment I…” the words died in your mouth, too scared to breathe life into them because then this confrontation would hurt all the more. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves,

“If I did something wrong, I’d rather you tell me instead of insulting me in a language you know I don’t understand.”

Oh fuck.

“Insult you? Schatz, never, I- they’re not insults, I would never.” His heart was pounding in his ears, hands becoming sweaty, his veil suddenly too warm,

“Then what are you saying, König? What do the words mean?”

Oh fuck.

“I-I can’t say…” His eyes were darting everywhere but yours,

“Either you tell me right now, or this is the last time I’ll ever work with you.”

Fuck.

“It’s- they’re not- scheiße- they’re not insults, liebling, they’re-” he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, “terms of endearment.” He said the last part so quietly, you almost didn’t hear him.

“Oh… well, that’s different. Why didn’t you say so when I asked the first time?” You walked to him, approaching him slowly, your tone significantly more gentle. His eyes flicked to yours for a split second before darting away again, and then it hit you. “Oh. I… think I understand now.”

But because König was so focused on looking away from you, he didn’t see the grin that split your face, or the blush that dusted your cheeks, or the beautiful sparkle in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, lieb- sergeant, it’s incredibly out of line and horrifically inappropriate, please try to put it out of your mind. I don’t know what I was thinking, I was so rude-”

“König, hey, please stop for just a second.” He didn’t realize you were right in front of him and almost died of the fright, lest his humiliation take him first. You stood up on the tips of your toes and held the sides of his face, angling him to look at you, giving him no room for escape,

“What if I don’t what to put it out of my mind?”

“Schatz, what are you saying?” His voice was trembling ever so slightly, his large hands coming up to encompass yours,

“I’m saying, maybe you can keep calling me terms of endearment because maybe I’d like to do the same for you.”

“Are you sure?” He was breathless, his heart was a booming thunderstorm in his chest as his hands so delicately took yours held them. His thumbs stroking over the knuckles, already committing every scar and every bump to memory. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, lightheaded and dizzy in the most beautiful way possible.

“Never been more sure in my life.” Your smile was as blinding as the sun, and he’d never been more sure that everything in his life lead up to this exact moment. It didn’t matter that you were with the 141 and that eventually you had to go back, it didn’t matter that you were out in the field hunkered down in a safe house, nothing else mattered but you.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #könig cod #könig modern warfare #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod one shot

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coffeeandbatboys · 27 days

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Hey! I already sent one in and the Rex cuddles one was so good!! But if you are looking for more I could ask another. According to @moonlightwarriorqueen if I’m not matched with Hardcase it would be Jesse. So maybe Jesse 😜 and 10?

YESSS! Finally! our resident thicc boy 😂 Moonlight knows her stuff too. She’s amazing!

Thank you to @the-bad-batch-baroness @vodika-vibes and ofc @moonlightwarriorqueen for helping describe Juicy Jesse 💀

Prompt: sending little selfies or pictures throughout the day when they’re apart

Warnings: Jesse being charming, lots of suggestive comments, reader is referred to as female, and is dress shopping. Kira is just a random name. She’s reader’s friend tho? Kix cameo because where there’s a Jesse there’s a Kix.

Insatiable (Jesse x Reader)

The holopic flickered up on your comm, brandishing Jesse’s infectious smile and Kix’s tired glare. You smiled.

“What’s my girl up to?”

Your insides fluttered, reminding you that the owner of said smile belonged to you.

“Dress shopping for Kira’s wedding”

You sent a picture of yourself in one of the options you'd picked out. The light blue satin fell around you quite perfectly, hugging your waist and billowing around your ankles. The back went way down in a v-shaped dive, which you knew would drive Jesse absolutely mad.

“Oh cyare, you look absolutely amazing, but if you went to the wedding wearing that I don’t think I’d last three minutes through the reception.”

You smiled, giggling in the dressing room.

“Too bad, Jess. I told her we'd be there and you’re my plus one. I guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

You could practically hear his groan halfway across Coruscant.

“Oh come on Mesh’la.”

You smirked, having far too much fun with this.

“Or, perhaps I could find something else? I think I saw one with wayyy too much fabric on the sleeves.”

“Stars, no.”

You giggled again.

"Wish you were here with me."

"Me too. I'll see you at home, ok?"

Something akin to pride swelled within you at the simple thought of him calling your place home.

"Yeah. Love you."

"Love you more, Mesh'la. Be safe."

He was sitting on the couch by the time you returned with a box of takeout and the garment bag slung over your shoulder.

Oh, maker.

Jesse had a way of sitting with his legs wide apart, and when he was in his armor it only highlighted how thick and toned his thighs were. The sight would often make you a little weak in the knees.

"Hi," you cooed with a shaky voice, setting all of your baggage down to the side, favoring his open arms. You pressed your lips to his in a thankful greeting. He sighed happily and settled his hands on your hips.

"Did you have a nice day, cyar'ika?" he murmured as you pulled away.

You nodded, bending down to pick up the dress and the box of takeout. You stole another glance—that was really a stare—at him in all of his glory, but mentally slapped yourself when he smirked and asked,

“See anything that tickles your fancy, Mesh’la?”

“Oh, it tickles more than just my fancy.” You blurted before you could catch yourself.

He smirked again, this time giving a deep chuckle.

“But I’m hungry.” You added, holding up the steaming box of food.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked like he was trying not to burst out laughing.

“For actual food, Jesse. I don’t wanna have to warm it up if it gets cold. Not as good.” You corrected him, finishing your scolding with a kiss.

He relented and joined you in the kitchen as you split the takeout between two plates.

However, you’d definitely be going for *seconds* later.

#arc trooper jesse x reader #clone trooper jesse x reader #jesse x reader #jesse tcw #tcw Jesse #arc trooper Jesse x fem! reader #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper Jesse #coffee’s 270 follower celebration

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 11 months

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Let Me Heal You!- Natasha Romanov XFemReader!

Synopsis: Natasha won’t let you do what you do best, but that’s not a surprise.

Warnings: mentions of wounds and blood, stubborn Natasha, mutant reader, implications of torturous past, slight mind control, fluff at the end ofc.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I think this is totally canon. Let me know if you want to see more Natasha! All likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed!

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“Alright, the files have been uploaded. Everyone get back to the quinjet!” Steve went over the comms.

‘Oh thank god.’

You let out a sigh, relief finally started to come back as you finally threw the last few Hydra agents away, the relief gave your powers an extra kick knowing that they could rest soon. You really didn’t care where you sent them, they were just lucky to be alive.

You turned around and began to journey back outside to where the quinjet was parked. As you rounded the corner, you nearly collided with Clint. Instinctively, you threw a punch to protect yourself, and he instantly dodged it.

“Woah there, Y/n. We’re all on the same team now, right?”

You sighed again, “Yeah, we are. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you there. I’m on edge and I’d really like to get out of here.”

You didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary. You already knew that this place would mess with your head later and frankly, you were expecting that.

“Alright, no worries, we’re not too far now.”

He took the lead and you followed behind him. He navigated his way around each turn as if he’d been here before, you easily could’ve been the same way if you weren't so distracted during this mission’s briefing earlier in the week.

The pain and exhaustion started as soon as you saw the jet waiting for the both of you. You weren’t too worried about the pain or the cuts, you're an incredibly fast healer thanks to your powers. The only good thing that came from those experiments.

“Let’s go, I’ve got a padded seat calling my name.” Clint said, referring to the hours he had spent on the roof of a neighboring building to keep a look-out.

“I’m going, I’m going. You’re not the only one that wants out of here.” At this point, you were only a few yards from the jet but it still felt so far. “Are you alright? You don’t look too banged up.”

“I’m fine, just a few bruises.” He shrugged and walked up the ramp to the quinjet, instantly slumping into a seat.

You just nodded in acknowledgment, if there wasn’t anything for you to heal then you're good to sit too.

Only a few moments after you sat down, the rest of the team came from their respective areas and found their seats. Tony made his way straight to the front, still suited up.

You were guessing that he’s fine, just a little ticked off and ready to go back to the compound. You did a quick headcount, just to be sure no one is left behind.

“Everyone on and good? Good.” Tony instantly started the jet and initiated takeoff.

“How is everyone? Everyone doing relatively okay?” You asked, scanning over everyone.

Simple nods and a groan or two filled the jet, “No one is missing a limb right? That, I can’t fix.” You felt a little bit better about the situation when you heard a few chuckles.

It wasn’t much but some laughter helps.

You did another scan over everyone, this time you were sure to look extra hard at their injuries. Everyone had superficial cuts that would heal in just a few days and some bruising.

Your eyes landed on Natasha finally, You'd admit that you did look over her harder. It definitely wasn’t because she was your girlfriend and you wanted to tend to her first, not at all. But something was off.

She had her hand over her abdomen and was sitting at a weird angle. Her stoic spy expression was on her face, not a tired expression that she usually has after missions.

To anyone else, this is fine, she is fine. But you're not anyone. She may be a highly trained spy but she couldn’t get past you. You know her better than that.

You walked over to her and sat beside her, she shifted but it wasn’t to be closer to you. She moved to be sitting straighter but her arm didn’t move. Yeah, something wasn’t right.

“You are okay, right?” You asked even though you knew the answer.

“Yup, I’m fine.” That’s a lie. For a spy, you’d think she could lie to you better than that.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m your girlfriend and it’s hard for you to lie to me. So, I’ll ask again, are you okay?” You were a little more stern this time.

She sighed, “I’m fine really, it’s just a scratch.”

“Uh huh, let me see it.”

“No.”

“Natasha.”

“I’m fine!” She kept trying to insist.

“Are you kidding me?”

She side-glanced at you, “What?”

“Something is wrong and I know it, so, you might as well show me now so I can heal you.”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Really.”

You sat beside her, staring at her face. You would’ve kept eye contact but she was staring ahead at the floor.

The one thing about her, you can’t break her. You know that for a fact, and of course, you know why. Your squinting glare, an attempt at intimidation and persuasion, did absolutely nothing. You weren't surprised though.

Neither of you moved from how you were sitting, and in no time you were all back at the compound.

As soon as you were safely docked, she instantly stood up. You noticed how she tried to hide a wince, and that's when you knew for certain that something was wrong.

Natasha was one of the first people off the quinjet, and if you know Natasha, which you do, you know that she’s going straight to her room to shower.

Well, she was going to try to. You used your powers to make her walk to the Med Bay.

“Really, Y/n? I am completely capable of walking myself.”

You continued to move her forward, “Oh I know, I’m just guiding you where you need to be.”

Natasha groaned the moment she realized where you were leading her. You opened the door and made her sit on an exam bed.

“Sit.” She tried to get up when you released your powers. “Stay.”

She rolled her eyes, “I am not a dog.”

“Good, then maybe you’ll listen better than one.”

Bruce walked in behind you, he had stayed behind so he could have the Med Bay ready for anyone that got injured on the mission.

“Let me see it.”

“Y/n, it’s nothing, it’s just a small scrape.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Then let me see it.” She didn’t move. “Do I have to do it myself?”

She finally gave up, “No.”

She moved her arm. And that's when you saw her suit ripped open and her side was bleeding.

“Nat, that’s not nothing! That’s a bullet scrape!” You moved towards her so you could heal her, but she put her arms up to stop you.

“Let me heal you!” You just wanted her to heal, or to at least stop the bleeding.

“No! I’m fine! Bruce, tell her I’m fine”

It definitely wasn’t the worst injury you’ve seen her come back with, but it wasn’t small either.

He looked around you and saw the wound, “Uh well-“

“Never mind!” She thought Bruce, a trained medical doctor, would side with her.

“Babe, please, just let me heal you.” You tried moving towards her again.

“Oh. I’m sorry, is this OUR wound?? No? Then stay out of it.” Why does she have to be so stubborn?

But you knew something you could say that would change her mind, “If you don’t let me heal you, then you won’t get kisses for a week.”

Her stoic face shifted into one of disbelief and concern, “Hold on now, no need to get carried away-“

“So. Let. Me. Heal. You.”

“Ugh! Fine!”

“Thank god! Now stop moving!”

You finally moved to her side, You looked at her and nodded so she could be prepared. Your healing doesn’t hurt but it’s still something to be prepared for. She nodded back, ready for it.

Nat wasn’t a stranger to your healing, almost every mission she came back from, she needed you to heal something on her.

Even more of a reason why you'd think she'd be more welcoming to your healing, but Nat would always downplay her injuries.

You placed your hand on her side, she winced a little bit when you added pressure.

You closed your eyes when you felt them start to glow, there was something about the glowing that you just never liked. You didn’t understand why that happens when you heal people.

Your hand began glowing against her skin, the tissue now fusing itself back together. You stayed like that for a few moments until you felt your powers calm to a stop.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Natasha watching you.

You ignored her look as you looked over the once wounded area. Everything was fine and it was almost like she was never hurt to begin with. Though you have magic, it doesn’t prevent scarring. However, it does make it significantly better than it would be if she were to heal and scar on her own.

You backed away and grabbed a cloth, wiping your hands clean from her blood. That is the one thing you’d never get used to. And you never, ever, want to get used to it.

When you turned back to face Nat, she still had the same look on her face.

“You know, I like when your eyes glow when you’re healing.”

“What? Why?” you were so confused, you had never liked it.

She lightly shrugged, “I’m not sure, I think it just makes you that much more beautiful and unique.”

“Okay, I think Banner needs to check you for a concussion.”

“No, I mean it. I really do like it.” She put her hand in yours.

“Really?”

She nodded, “Really.” You smiled at her assurance. “Now I need to shower, care to join me?”

“Is that even a question? Absolutely.”

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ao3gobi17 · 3 months

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Hi I have two questions - What would you have done differently if you’d written AWOW? And if Custody was set in Pandora what would that look like? 🥰

I really loved AWOW and any changes I'd make would be dependant on whether I knew what was coming up in Avatar 3 and beyond.

A couple of things that come to mind are:

1. I don't think it's super clear why Ardmore still has the recoms chasing after Jake after Jake gives up the fight and runs away. If they think he's still leader of the Omatikaya and is just recruiting the Metkayina/drumming up support from other clans I would have made that a little more obvious.

2. It seems like Neytiri giving Spider the scar is meant to parallel Jake giving up leadership earlier in the movie, but I'm not clear on what that parallel is.. presumably its the son for a son thought from Jake later since Spider has never been a leader? I would have either changed the earlier scene or made this more obvious.

3. I think they did a good job with so many characters in the climatic sequences, but there was a lil bit 'one gets captured then freed then another captured and freed, people are split into twos and threes then split into different twos and threes', esp with the kids... I mean I loved it, I'm glad it was a long sequence, but I reckon it needed tightened up, with the Metkayina being a little more visible.

4. This is less for plot reasons and more for selfish reasons but I would have liked one more (short even) Q and Spider scene. Especially during the Seadragon period because they'd got super comfortable with eachother, Spider is now 'betrayed' and upset as Q is decimating these villages and it would have been good for him to have had a bit more animosity towards the Seadragon crew and esp after he sees that they hunt the Tulkun for just the Amrita.

5. I would have had Lo'ak and the other kids name check Spider during the Metkayina sequences - when Jake references him to Kiri when she's upset, it feels like a very barren single reference, like they only just remembered him.

6. I would have only had the one recom die when Neytiri and Jake (and Neteyam) ambush Q to save the kids. I understand that it helped establish Neteyam and it would be weird for Jake to not get a successful kill, but I'd have preferred if after Neytiri's first shot there's just a lot of diving for cover etc like the recoms are actually pretty worth opponents? Would help with the shock impact later of Neytiri's rampage.

7. I probably would have given Payakan a voice... like a telepathy type thing... maybe not using a lot of words and maybe only for Lo'ak but I wanted to get a 'human' vibe from him.

8. I would have de-Americanised Spider and Lo'ak a bit and I would have had Q do the haircut and get clothes on Spider.. It would be good for showing time passing and esp if Spider is slowly reverting back to his original form without Q stopping him, while Q himself is getting more Na'vi.

The Custody question is tricky, because I deliberately went modern AU to avoid Pandora! You could have a scenario where Q appears to have killed Paz but I imagine he'd be court marshalled and sent back to earth or else he'd be 'forgiven' to continue work as normal. Q and the RDA are the main authorities on the human side, so it's less likely we'd see the combo of him stitched him up by someone internally and also remain in his post.

So I guesss... I'd have him captured by the Na'vi? Spider doesn't visit him because of the whole war criminal thing. Jake and co are keeping him alive for intel. Q is still demanding to see Spider that way. He could be recom!Q or regular!Q - and then his team probably rescue him and grab Spider same time?? Or maybe they rescue him and try to find Spider but grab a Sully kid instead and that plays out like the Leo thing but with the comms. I'm not sure the Paz thing would be much of a murder mystery though, so aside from Q attempting to bond with a reluctant Spider, it would prob diverge a lot from the original plot! <3

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 4]

Gif chosen for the bandages on his left shoulder just like in the fic, but he’d have to lose the top to be more fic-accurate lol

Warnings & Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint.) Star Wars and real world swearing. More lighthearted chapter than 3. Tryin' real hard to avoid certain fanon characterizations of the Batchers. This whole series is absolutely RIFE with my personal headcanons. Chapter mentions use of "bastardized-Mando'a" for the purpose of having a secret conversation, but translatable words are used. References to medical paraphernalia: stitches, bacta, etcetera. Hunter is strongly implied to be shirtless for the whole chapter. References to medical and recreational drugs. [It took me an embarrassingly long time to finally understand what "spice" was often slang for. There's so much lore to keep track of lmao.] Medic!Reader is invited to have dinner with the Batchers. Hurt and comfort in various forms take place. Brief implications of Medic!Reader having her own bad memories of war and related injuries but it's kept vague. Brief, strong implications of the brothers' having PTSD tendencies. Chapter ends on a light note, I promise.

Word-count: 6,360

Fwreep! Fwreep! Fwre-

"Hush, you." [____] scolded her equipment, mashing the button to silence the alert. She was tired, the inevitable adrenaline crash had finally taken hold and she wanted to do little else than jump into a short shower cycle and then hit the spare cot for fifteen minutes or so in the cramped back room of her clinic that served as an office, chemical lab (and a panic room in the worst cases back when she dealt with the pirates). Hunter had been saved, scanned, sent home about three and a half hours ago, and put on a strict regimen of rest and a short course of antiemetics, painkillers and sleeping aids once the transfusion was completed and he'd had half a carton of jogan juice for his blood sugar levels.

After they had gone home so Hunter could get some rest (and told he should have some type of lean red meat or eggs if he felt he could eat something), [____] had decided she might as well open the clinic to the public for the rest of the day, even as tired as she now was.

She just had to wait another minute for the analysis to finalize for an elderly Kel Dor client, and then she could have a half-hour on that thin, stiff mattress before she'd have the energy to make it through the last two hours of business and then make her way home. She'd wash up then, she told herself. Better water pressure and the perfect temperature settings waiting for her. Yeah… that sounded nice. Maker, she was so tired, but the energy spent to save Hunter had been well worth it. The analysis looked good enough and passable for the Kel Dor's health to visit their native planet, so she made a note to send a message in the morning, mind otherwise occupied with the events aboard the Marauder; she and the second skin of bacta she slathered on the sergeant had likely found everything. Hunter would be fine. His brothers and sister were going to take good care of him.

She'd done a good job, ignoring the rookie mistakes. He was probably, hopefully resting now. She could probably do the same and allow herself to sleep were it not for a comlink and a single three-syllable chirp shortly after she hit the cot and closed her eyes, tugging a blanket just up to her shoulder.

Oh, stars: that was Omega's calling-quirk.

She sat up slightly, elbow bent at a lazy angle to prop herself up just enough to keep her head off the pillow. Keep herself from falling asleep. "Omega? What's the matter?"

"Hunter recently woke up from his nap and won't take the medicine."

Perhaps selfishly, [____] tried shifting the burden of help to someone else, not quite yet pulling the thin, scratchy blanket from around her body as she sat up a bit more. Maybe Omega was having a little difficulty doing this on her own and just called her on the comlink in a panic. "Can you get Tech to do it, hun?" Tech had it handled, she was sure. Maybe Omega just needed a little advice and then she could have a thirty minute snooze. No such luck.

"Tech already tried…" Omega's voice was in a high whine, unassured. "Hunter wouldn't listen to him."

The blanket was now off and she was fully upright. Would asking Crosshair and all his occasional stubbornness be worth stressing Hunter? No, not a good idea. Could Wrecker be persuaded to make a brief show of strength to encourage Hunter to take the medicine under his own power? Unlikely. Echo… well, she could hear the ARC's voice in a rumble of speech with or to Hunter, but couldn't pick out any words. He was probably trying to bargain with their leader, if [____] had to make a guess. Talk sense into him. Something. She didn't know why Hunter wasn't taking the medicine, she realized. And now it'd just be easier to go and see why for herself; her concern and curiosity and sense of duty to her profession was too high to ignore now. Maybe there was something she missed… something that was hurting Hunter that she hadn't yet treated? Some means of comfort she didn't yet provide?

"I'll be there soon."

Memories of that night a week ago were coming back to her: Cross opened the blastdoor for her when she reached the stoop. She squeezed inside past him. He offered her a blue ration bar and glass of water (citing that Tech had taken notice of (and kindly cleaned up for her) the hastily abandoned stew, meaning she'd never finished lunch). He'd be waiting for her in the common room.

She made her way to the common room, uncertain what she would find.

Hunter was collapsed slightly spread-eagle into the furniture, half dressed, and looking clammy and miserable. The position could have been described as lordly if he didn't look so unwell. There was a faraway look in his eyes under bunched brows and the light rasp of his breath. The medicine she'd given him aboard the Marauder had likely begun to wear off (he likely metabolized it differently due to his genetic profile, something she hadn't gotten around to asking Tech about and merely theorized) and the now-late dosage of the prescribed coursework was set on the low table, waiting. He was probably beginning to feel the pain and didn't seem to realize she was there.

Omega rushed the medic in a flash from some unknown area of their housing, dashing across the room in great relief. "[____]! You're here!"

Wrapping her arms around the youngster, the urgent hug was returned with warmth and comfort. Reassurance. "Hey-hey, easy sweetie. It's okay. I'm here to help as long as Hunter needs me."

"What about your clinic since you decided to open for a part of the day? These are still your standard hours of operation-" Tech checked his statement against information on his datapad, forgoing a greeting and expressing some of his concerns, which didn't bother the shared friend of the Batch, "- so do you have any kind of proper signage that you are not available to potential patients now that you're back on the planet?"

"Heh… yes, Tech, I made sure to turn on my sign that I'm on a house-call. Don't worry. I didn't forget this time, so there won't be any negative reviews to scrub from the Holonet tonight." She let go of Omega, grabbing a little penlight and the medicine canisters from the table, asking for Echo to start dimming half of the overhead lights for her so Hunter would no longer have to squint.

"I-I've done no such thing, [____]," Tech offered unconvincingly, the usual crisp eloquence of his voice faltering. "That would be-"

She hardly ever interrupted Tech, but for once it couldn't be helped; her laugh was light and bubbly, catching him by surprise. "You know that I know, Tech. It's okay. Now… let's see if we can't find a way to get Hunter to take his medicine now that I'm here. Thanks for the water, Cross. Just set the ration bar in my bag for now, please. Since you guys put all his medicine on the table I just need to make sure I've picked up the right two…" she flicked the portable light source over the labels of the medicine, the painkiller and anti-emetic. "yup- perfect. Just what I need."

"Who's tha'? ...a-ad'ika?" Hunter mumbled drowsily, wincing in the soft halo of light from the thin cylindrical device in her hand. Before setting it down, she turned off the light and began pinching open the blister-packaging to the painkiller. "Sorry; hey, it's me, big guy. A little someone tells me we're not taking our medicine. What's going on, Hunter? Pain medication wearing off? Queasy?" He was looking a little disoriented and confused, fresh out of a restless sleep typical of the medicines she'd administered. "No, jus'... not really? Oh, [____]... Wh-when did y'get here?"

Hunter's confused and woozy smile was to be expected, the medicine cocktails tended to alter one's demeanor and awareness, but stars, if it wasn't at least a little cute seeing him perk up like this at the sight of her. He looked so deliriously delighted once he realized who it was. "Not too long ago. Came because Omega made it sound like everyone needed a little help with you and I wanted to see how I could help."

"Oh…" Hunter started, sounding surprised.

"Shh, take it easy-" She pushed back on his chest carefully, avoiding the large patch of gauze and stitching hidden underneath it, and Hunter realized he had been trying to get up; her hand burned with the coldness of her clinic against his warm, bare skin. The chill felt so welcome against the almost uncomfortable warmth he was feeling - it's why he'd peeled himself out of the top half of his blacks no matter how many times Crosshair dressed and redressed him. Was it the start of fever? Or simply just more side effects of the good doctor's medicine? His senses simply just overstimulated? Why did keeping on his top matter so much regarding ifs about popping a stitch with them uncovered or not: [____] was just a comlink away to come and take care of it. She was a good baar'ur… anyone would be lucky to have someone as sweet as her for a medic.

A sweet, lovely woman… Good and kind [____].

"Take it easy, Hunter… let's have one of your brothers help you if you want to sit up before you take your medicine. You're pretty out of it, still, have to be gentle with your movement, okay?"

Hunter obliged obediently, just looking at her and Crosshair as he stepped around one of the other brothers to come closer. Mostly [____]. "Are you saying Hunter's stoned?" Crosshair mused lazily, a smile dragging in those words over the doctor's shoulder before he lifted the upper half of Hunter's body from the backrest of the furniture by his armpits. Cross was kind and said nothing about the bit of sweat that his hands came away with once Hunter was sitting up. (He'd tease his brother for looking so gross when they had company over when he was feeling better another time, perhaps.)

"Sedated would be more accurate, medically speaking… but yeah, I guess it does rather look a lot like being stoned. Doesn't look like we're getting much free entertainment like some Weequay pilots who told me they used a little too much spices in their cooking about fifteen rotations ago, though." There were some stifled chuckles from Tech, Echo and Cross around her, and Wrecker boomed with unabashed laughter, to her great confusion. She didn't think her light teasing of the semi-stoic sergeant was that funny. "W-what's so funny, boys?"

Crosshair burst the bubble for their friend, careful not to roll his eyes in a way that made it appear like annoyance of her naïvety. "Those pilots weren't talking about culinary spices, doll. Spice pirates deal in drugs. They probably pulled one of the oldest tricks in the book: lying to the medic about what kind of spices they put in the spice-cookie. It's slang."

[____] just blinked stupidly up at the stoic marksman. "R-really?" Was he messing with her? He didn't look like he was messing with her. (Was he messing with her and just had the galaxy's best poker face?) "You're… b-being serious with me, right?" Crosshair nodded plainly.

"Did you really not know?" Tech asked incredulously.

"N-no! I thought it was exotic or illegal ingredients this whole kriffing time…" she admitted, feeling so foolish. This whole time she thought spice smugglers dealt in illegal and rare or unusual culinary ingredients. Stars, how embarrassing!

"Well… if it makes you feel any better, maybe there are pirates out there who are carrying food spices across the galaxy. Yuh never know." Wrecker offered, giving Tech a pointed look when he had put up a finger to say something on that in that clipped voice of his. "Maybe, uh… m-maybe they're like supply runners! Getting spices from someone's homeworld tha' they can't find anywhere else when they feel homesick. A taste of home does someone some good." The idea of it sounded kinda sweet when Wrecker put it like that, something he was good at. He was always so good at trying to find ways to cheer up one of his brothers before they took Omega in as one of their own, and since she'd joined their fold, he'd gotten better at it, according to Crosshair's admittance in-confidence some time ago. (But if the medic told anyone he said that, Cross warned her he would likely deny it if only to spur on his bigger brother to try to refine the quality even further.)

Finally turning her attention back to Hunter, who had been sitting up with just a slight wobble in the last few minutes, [____] emptied the packet into the palm of her hand, producing two pearlescent blue pills that would keep the pain's edge dull and nipping at his heels with puppy teeth instead of fangs. "Here, let's start with the painkillers first. Unless you want to take the anti-emetic so you don't risk feeling like you're about to waste the oral painkillers."

Hunter looked mildly panicked about that possibility, the richness of his warm eyes lost in a worry he hadn't considered until now. The guilt, the embarrassment, for throwing up in Cross's arms before they had made it to the clinic flared up yet again. "The e-emetic…"

"Okay, we'll take the anti-emetic instead then. Probably should have started with it first anyways. Here… let's get this one open and ready for ya." Speaking soothingly, [____] tucked the pearlescent medicine back into its torn packaging and picked up the other, keeping her voice within that casual cadence. "Just have to let this one dissolve under your tongue; like the melt-away I gave Omega." Distrustful or disgusted looks regarding the thin off-white tablet fell away quickly, and the leader of Clone Force 99 took the prescription item from the medic and tucked it under the fleshy muscle as demonstrated. "Good, just like that. Shouldn't take long to dissolve under your tongue, then we can try these to keep that pain under control."

"Tas'es funny…" Hunter mumbled carefully, afraid to disturb the dissolving puddle of moistened powder sitting under his tongue. She picked the datapad off her belt clip, glancing over the prescribed coursework for something. "Ah, let's see here… Not a big fan of the candy-like flavoring? I'm afraid it was the only one I had available to prescribe for the time, sorry Hunter. If you don't like it, I'll make a note to avoid it in the future."

Hunter started to shrug, but felt the stitching on his left shoulder begin to tug unpleasantly with the motion and quickly abandoned that. "Mmp… 's fine…" It wasn't that bad, he could tolerate it - he didn't want to trouble her over something trivial after everything else. [____] delicately pecked her fingers along the screen of her datapad for just a moment longer, and then clipped it back to her belt without a word, picking up the painkillers and gingerly planting them into his palm. He was quickly stopped by her clamping her free hand above his when he began to pull it back as she reached behind her and grabbed the glass Crosshair had gotten from the kitchen for her to take a small swig of water. "...whu's wrong?"

"Maybe don't dry-swallow those; they're a rapid dissolve formula. Here… borrow some of my water." [____] held the cup she just drank from out to him, and both carefully ignored Crosshair's teasing quip about indirect kissing when Hunter carefully swallowed down the pair of pills with just enough water. Taking the cup back, she and Cross helped Hunter settle back against the backrest once more and made a note of the time. "Alrighty, good job big guy. I'll keep an eye on you while we wait for that to kick in, you just get comfortable. Let me know if something's still painful in about… ten minutes or so." Hunter nodded lazily, leaning his head back with a weary sigh. His nerves were still so overwhelmed- screaming, frayed and buzzing from the injuries and procedures carried out to treat them. His body ached and he sat there hoping the medicine would give him relief soon.

"It's okay; fall asleep if you want to. If you can." [____] offered the permission softly, sounding strangely far away for being on the two-seater just a few feet away with Omega while hearing some of his brothers leave the common room. With careful effort Hunter lifted his head from the backrest and glanced over at sister and friend, seeing the former curled into the latter's side with Lula under one arm, studying the datapad with the medic.

"What's this mean?" Omega inquired, brows pinching together in a scrutinizing expression that looked a lot like one of Echo's scowls for an amusing moment.

[____] laughed softly, a short oh! falling from her lips when she saw what his sister was pointing out. "That's just an unholy mix of a bunch of my personal jargon with the official medical jargon for the kinds of sutures I gave your brother. They're absorbable, meaning he won't have to come back to my clinic to have them removed. Now think back: do you remember what monofilament means?"

While Omega was puzzling over the datapad for just a moment, the silence allowed the medic to tear open the wrapping to the food she'd been offered and eat it before it became forgotten and smushed among the items of her medbag. "Single strand structure. Like Tech's when you removed the shrapnel." Omega stated matter-of-factly, trying to emulate Tech's speech pattern. It made the medic chuckle before threading her fingers through the blond crop of hair under her chin with her free hand, setting down the half eaten blue travel-ration to do so. Omega adored having her hair played with by those she trusted. The intimacy and care behind such a gesture was proof to the brothers, drugged and undrugged alike in the room, that [____] was truly perfect for her profession.

Care for one of their own, and you had the rest wrapped around your finger.

"Hey, [____]!" Wrecker called from the kitchen. "Stay for dinner with us! How do you like your meat?"

The medic balked for a moment, looking surprised by the sudden invitation. "St-stay for dinner? Are you sure? I'd-"

"Awh, 'course! Got enough Kommerken steaks for everyone! Been dying to have these for a while now." Wrecker promised, flashing a jovial smile in the doorway. "You're probably gonna have to stay here to watch Hunter for a while after those ten minutes, right?" If he pointed this out, she'd surely agree to stay for dinner, and then some. Perhaps a game of Dejarik or a round of Sabacc if they could convince her.

"Well, not necessarily in the way you're probably thinking…? I don't have to engage in any additional medical observation at this point. He'd be plenty fine in your capable hands between the five of you once I've headed home- and sure, I'll stay for dinner - I have faith in you guys." Sniper and ARC trooper shared a glance at Hunter, and then each other as she followed Wrecker into their kitchen. They knew they were thinking the same thing as Wrecker explained and showed the difference in the done-ness of the Kommerken steaks he could prepare for [____] with unfettered glee. They were probably going to have to tell her.

Wrecker had told him that he let the Loth-cat out of the bag, but Echo knew that she didn't have the full picture.

Hunter's often borderline-paranoid avoidant nature when it came to discomfort and conflict.

The way he would run from as many problems as he faced. How he gave the clinic a wide berth unless absolutely unavoidable sometimes. How Hunter hesitated getting involved in directly confronting the Empire like Captain Rex every time it came up in conversation with Echo, and how Hunter dug in his heels on keeping the squad together when he expressed to Hunter wanting to do something to help their deserting brothers. The excessive caution that became stifling if he or Crosshair did not provide a little pushback when the time called for it. While he was often an excellent leader, he was terrible about dealing with emotional and mental discomfort since the safety net of the GAR was cut from under his feet on Kaller.

And it was holding him back from telling [____] himself about how he really felt.

There'd be little chance she'd understand something outside of common phrases, so Echo figured perhaps some use of bastardized-Mando'a would be safe to use with the medic within earshot. "Gar ganar at rejorhaa'ir kaysh, vod." You have to tell her, brother.

A befuddled "Huh?" was all Hunter could think to say in response to the rough and mispronounced Mando'a. Tell her what? What was Echo getting at?

"Wrecker told her, aboard the Marauder," Echo whispered, squatting slightly to bring himself to Hunter's current eye level. "How you feel. A cuun burc'ya ru'kir susulur bic teh gar." But their friend should hear it from Hunter. The confession from his own lips and heart where he could finish pining over her in unspoken feelings and finally, finally, finally tell her. "Tell her, or I will. Or, I'll let Cross do it." Echo threatened in half seriousness, watching Hunter pale with realization.

"Oh goody, that would be fun, wouldn't it, Hunter?" Crosshair sneered, voice like poisoned honey in mischievous glee. For just a moment, Echo couldn't be sure if Cross was being threatening, or simply being a sibling.

"N-no, please…" Hunter moaned, weakly pleading with his brothers with a wave of panic rising in his chest, "Don't! I just n-need a little time t-to… f-finish suhm'thin…" A letter. He had a letter he was trying to write… Crosshair would be stomping all over these carefully chosen words and thank yous and apologies to tell her how he felt if Echo was serious… "Gedet'ye, vod… Gedet'ye." Please don't do anything to blow this for him. He needed more time.

Echo put his hand on Hunter's uninjured shoulder, leveling the end of his scomp with his brother with a pointed expression. "By the end of the week."

"Hey Hunter! How do you want your Kommerken?!"

Hunter blanched at the thought of food right now. While the anti-emetic was proving helpful for a turbulent stomach, he didn't think he'd take a chance on anything substantial like a slab of meat and the seasoned, fire-roasted root vegetables he could smell Tech preparing. "Tell him m'not hungry… Cross would you… grab my datapad from my beside?" Hunter should start proofreading that letter if he has two days, glancing at the wall with the calendar. Crosshair was down the hallway before he could change his mind. "Sure. I'll be right back so you can take a page out of Tech's book and study up. Tell Wreck I want mine bloody, Echo."

"I'm not a waiter droid!" Echo called after him. Sighing, he straightened up and entered the kitchen to join Wrecker and relay the information. "Hunter's not in a state for food just yet. Crosshair wants his steak bloody. I'll take mine well-done, please."

"Ha-hah! You got it! You want some, Omega?"

"Ew…" Hunter heard her complain softly. The brothers were working on introducing her to more galactic cuisine they'd come across in their travels well before they met her, with mixed success. She didn't have the same adventurous stomach like Wrecker, but she would humor most of the more unusual offerings at least once when they could afford to be picky with a meal. "I don't know… I'll… try a little, I guess."

"Atta girl. Don't worry, I'll grill up some nuna drumsticks for ya, too." Wrecker promised her before Omega said she was going to go to her room and work on something she started drawing the other night. Nuna legs were always a safe meal choice no matter where they traveled; the base flavor was almost always the same, perhaps slightly gamey depending on the planet, but otherwise it was prepared and served in a pretty universally uniform fashion. "You're not much of a fan of the Kommerken either, Tech, you want to go with some nuna tonight instead?"

"If you don't mind." Tech murmured distractedly, turning the chunks of root vegetable individually on the other hotplate to ensure an even crisping.

"Not at all!" Wrecker rolls his right shoulder once before he turns his attention back to the larger hotplate he's set up to make dinner for everyone. A twinge of pain in his face is not unnoticed by the woman wearing the insignia of galactic healthcare on her shoulder still. "Something happen to your shoulder, Wreck?"

"Oh, I'm fine kid," he couldn't think up anything in particular from their mission with Captain Rex aboard the prisoner transport ship that caused the pain at the moment, so he couldn't be entirely certain it was anything from their earlier escapade, "don't worry about me… Please. We're more concerned about Hunter being taken care of right now." Wrecker's last words dropped into a low, careful rumble, so as not to be overheard by those outside of the kitchen. Tech nodded in agreement with the sentiment expressed. Ordinarily he would have scolded one of his brothers for neglecting injury or illness (not quite to the same, stern extent that Echo would), but today had nearly gone so south and sideways were it not for the woman currently shoulder-to-shoulder with Wrecker.

If she hadn't been out there, drifting in space, aboard her medical craft and by some mercy of all holy deities in this galaxy near enough to the Havoc Marauder that they could take Hunter to her, Hunter may no longer be here. The bitter thought of one less brother almost coming to pass choked his throat unpleasantly. Their grievances could wait. Hunter would come first until everyone was satisfied he was recovered and it would be business as usual.

[____] made a little rolling motion of her jaw in thought, and swallowed down the concerns clambering in her throat she wished to voice. "Okay," she said instead, voice almost regretful. "But I feel I should at least give you something for the pain so it's not bothering you while you're making dinner for everyone, at least."

Before the sweet giant of a man could wave off the proposed offer, Tech waved to the thick, red-stitched patch affixed to the sleeve of the rumpled, hastily thrown-on (but importantly clean of any blood) uniform coat with a flutter that directed Wrecker's attention to the insignia to remind him she's still wearing the shattered cross so she's still on the job. "I think that would be a sufficient compromise, Wrecker."

Wrecker just shrugs noncommittally, but nods all the same not long after with some thought. He trusts Tech's judgment of course; he trusts all of his brothers. Every. Damn. One of them. "Righ'. Compromise works… I'll take something for the pain, sure. Thanks, kid."

"I'll be right back then. I have some single doses in my bag."

"Single doses?" The ARC trooper repeated from out in the common area. "What of? What for?"

"Probably the big guy's shoulder." Crosshair said in a way that didn't sound like a guess, more of a statement. "Tweaked his shoulder aboard that karking transport." He didn't so much as react to the flinch and stern look from Hunter at his word choice.

"How'd you know?"

"Marksmen see everything…" [____] offered with a cryptic thought, rooting through the hard-frame medbag. She didn't elaborate on the less than blithe remark, just chewed on a difficult look in her eyes and the tight grind of her jaw. She'd seen her own horrors from the Clone Wars. The relentless and indiscriminate wrathful arm of brutality and violence that left so many permanently altered even if they survived those three years. Just three kriffing years that felt so much longer. "Found it. Here, got something to help with that pain, big guy."

She broke the thin barrier of foil in the single-dosage blister and took it back with her to the cramped kitchen, giving it to Wrecker who thanked her brightly, using one of her nicknames. "Awh, thanks. Appreciate it!"

There was a shrill beep, the end of a timer from the opposite end of the kitchen that made Hunter visibly twitch out in the common room, the sound an icepick in his ear canal.

"That was set for ten minutes," Tech answered the unasked question, calling out above the clattering of ceramic dishware as Wrecker plated the steaks that were done, "you should see if the dosage has helped Hunter. Will the dosage you gave Wrecker need more or less time?"

The medic made a sound of deep thought at first. "Er, slightly more. Let's say fifteen. Thanks for keeping track, Tech," her thanks was met with insistence that it was nothing, he was happy to assist before she stepped back out into the common area, eyes squeezed in a look of worry when she saw Hunter. "Hunter, how you doin', hun? You okay? Think that painkiller kicked in yet?"

Hunter rolled his good shoulder, hoping he didn't look too panicked on the outside the way he felt it internally. Great trees of Kashyyyk, that had set off his fight-flight instinct. "Uh, yeah, think it did… Timer just scared the kriff out of me. Could someone ask Tech to use a different timer tone?" It was a default sound, one a touch too close to the primed and ready chime of a detonator. Were it an octave higher, it would have been exact.

"You hear that, nerd?" Crosshair growled darkly, voice just loud enough to be picked up by those in the kitchen. He'd noticed what Hunter had, felt that same edge in his teeth at the unpleasant alert. "Erase that karking option from the timer settings cause that's sure as banthashit not going to work out for ex-soldiers."

"Yes, I agree; apologies, everyone..."

A door slammed sharply down in the hall. Seemed like Omega had been ready to join the group for dinner once she could hear the gritty shuffle of plates, but suddenly changed her mind. It didn't seem like she'd meant to slam the door, either, that was very unlike her to engage in this age-appropriate behavior. "Oh dear..." [____] crooned softly, her face matching the worried expression of the brothers. She skirted around the sofa to stop Crosshair, and both she and Echo prevented Hunter from getting up by pressing down on his unhurt shoulder as he tried to find his feet under him. "No, stay there, Hunter; you're going to be too woozy to walk. Let me handle it, Crosshair,"

The sniper just regarded the thought of checking on his sister with one last look towards Omega's bedroom door, then back at the grown woman again before he relented, his jaw clenching and releasing repeatedly. "If you need help."

"I'll let you know. I understand it's very unlike her; I'll see what's going on." [____] assured her friends, promising she'd ask one of them to come assist if she felt it was necessary. Silently approaching the barrier of privacy, the woman rapped a knuckle twice on the upper panel.

A sniffled apology to what was likely believed to be needed for one of her brothers at the door greeted the medic's ears. "I-I'm sorry I didn't me-mean to slam the door…!"

Oh the poor, sweet girl. Was she scared she'd gotten herself in trouble, or had the sound of the timer scared her, too? Though, perhaps it was a third, previously unconsidered option: Omega couldn't find the energy to be brave any longer. She wasn't as practiced as her war veteran brothers in masking their fear, or waiting until it was a more "appropriate" time to have those feelings. "It's me, Omega. May I come in?" There was no answer. Just a stifled sniffle before the audible swell of a new wave of tears started. "It's just me." [____] promised again.

The mechanism klic!'d as Omega hiccuped that she could come in. The desk light was the only source of illumination for the whole of the room presently turned on, so the medic left it that way. Curled in the deepest corner of her bed furthest from the door, Omega sat with her legs hiked up under her chin, the fabric of her pants tearstained at the knees. What was the best question to ask her first? Did she think she was in trouble for the door? Scared by the timer? Or scared she nearly lost her brother today?

"Can I give you a hug, sweetheart?" was asked instead, the medic lowering herself slowly to the slightly springy mattress she remembered helping the brothers find when they furnished the house.

Look, doc, we've… never had comfortable beds our whole lives being soldiers. Just those damn sleeping pods as cadets and then a private room with piss poor excuses for a mattress for those few nights we'd be back on Kamino. So that means we've never had to take care of a kid before either… What kind of mattress is Omega going to need? Help us… help me… figure out how to take care of that kid. Please… please!

Omega nodded with an emotional whimper, weakly climbing into the lap of the grown woman and planted her forehead between the medic's collarbones, crown of her head tucked away and under [____]'s chin. Strong arms that have cradled and carried the wounded, the dying, and the sick thread themselves around the shoulders and little waist of the sole sister to these brothers.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I was scared too."

It's all it takes to give Omega permission to cry again. To speak; the scared, child-like mewl of Omega's emotional voice punctuated by hiccups. "I-I thought I was going to l-lose my little brother!" She couldn't pretend anymore. She wasn't the “little sister” of the Bad Batch right now. She was the frightened, older - if not eldest - sibling of those vode out in the common room and in the kitchen who had been raised in secret labs and corners of Kamino and knew little of the galaxy compared to them. So she was being raised by men technically younger, but, by necessity, more mentally mature and experienced men.

Fingers clawed into the doctor's coat like clingmoss, knuckles going pale with the force of the grip. The strength was mirrored with a deeper pull of her arms, and [____] brought Omega closer to her chest, combing her fingers through the girl's hair. "I-! I thought he'd-!"

"I know, baby girl. I know. You don't have to say it and upset yourself. C'mere…" She scooped an arm under Omega's knees and repositioned her easily, cradling the child with an ease from years of practice. "... take a deep breath for me, little one. It's okay." If she could get Omega mostly settled, perhaps she could do something about the worried whispers just barely outside the mouth of the hall too. She had an idea. "Breathe in, hold, and then breathe out." She uncurled the arm under Omega's knees and dug around in an inner coat pocket, hoping the itty cylindrical object she felt in there was what she hoped it was. "Take a deep breath in," [____]'s fingers wrapped around the little item and pulled it free, a fabric marker she used to doodle on bandages and casts for pediatric patients. "and breathe out nice and slow… There you go. Just like that."

"What's t-that?" Omega sniffled, eyes catching on the strange art supply. "I've never se-seen a marker like that before..."

"It's a fabric marker," [____] explained, taking the edge of her sleeve to dry Omega's face, using the distraction to soothe and settle, "I mostly use this to add little drawings on big casts and bandages for my pediatric patients so it makes them feel better. Maybe before I go home tonight you and I could add little doodles to Hunter's gauze; make it all pretty for him. Whaddya think?" The teasing offer and wink worked, the light in Omega's eyes sparking. The idea was silly, and there was a chance that trying to add a cute little doodle or two might be slightly more trouble than would be worth the temporary pain or Hunter would protest to the idea of being doodled on, but it was enough to cheer her spirits for the time being. "You can think about it. Hold onto it for now,"

Who knows; maybe Hunter would allow his sister to add some minuscule artworks if only to get her to smile and worry about him less, "Because I think that's the smell of your dinner ready. Hungry?"

Omega dried her eyes one last time and grinned brightly up at her friend. Her brother's savior. She still had her brother thanks to the woman who had come in and comforted her. "Yeah!"

[____] smiled and winked at the little youngster still snuggled in her lap, the fabric marker held tight in her hands like a sword's hilt. "Good. Me too; ration bars are only so filling, aren't they?" Her heart sang with the bubbling giggle and one last embrace before both scooched off the bed, Omega calling out to any listening brother in the rest of the house that the two of them were ready to and that she called dibs! to sit between [____] and Hunter at the table this time when everyone sat down to dinner.

There was a sharp pause before a great shuffle at the dining room table to make that arrangement possible.

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Spartan Relationship Headcanons [Naomi-010] [Part I]

Our queen, our legend, our Valkyrie <3

I seriously have so much written that this character limit is my enemy. Be expecting several parts for Naomi cause I'm not even done with the trilogy.

Part II

Naomi is very much the quiet one in the relationship as usual with Spartans, though you two do have inside jokes that she refers to. It'll be in an uncalled-for situation when she brings it up or cracks a good one that has you gigging like crazy. Serin has gotten annoyed with you because all she hears is you laughing over comms and Vaz nor Mal understand why you're kneed over with tears in your eyes.

She adores hearing her partner laugh, it just does something to her that makes her feel all warm inside. Naomi feels more comfortable bantering with her partner than anyone else and really does enjoy the inside jokes together.

BB was still in her armor when this happened and gets curious when her heart rate spikes and her body temperature rises. He doesn't understand why it did until he sees what she's seeing. In that moment, everything else fades into the background, and all that exists in her sight and sound is your laughter. It's infectious, she finds the corner of her lips twitching into a smile. She couldn't help but be drawn to it like a moth to a flame and for the rest of the day, BB is in a daze because he doesn't know how to explain this feeling and finds himself watching the two individuals. In the end, BB materializes next to you and describes the feeling, you end up giving him a small laugh. "BB, that sounds like you're in love. Who's captured your digital heart?" And unbeknownst to you, those were Naomi's feelings that he described.

At the very beginning of the relationship, Naomi teaches you the Spartan smile and makes it a habit to gesture it when she sees you, eventually, if you’re an ODST/Spartan, she’ll start swiping her fingers across your helmet. The first time you give her a Spartan smile on her helmet, she’s secretly overjoyed.

Going down the ODST route, if you two get reunited during a mission, she does the spartan smile on your helmet super quickly before going to engage another enemy. The rest of your squad annoys you about it but you’re sworn to Spartan secrecy, they don’t need to know.

This actually starts a rumor that Naomi and you have beef which couldn’t be further from the truth. When you tell her about it, she’s actually concerned and asks why would she be fighting with you? Was there something she did wrong? Later, she finds the humor in it and says ODSTs are odds, which has you cracking up because everyone else finds Spartans odd.

I have a personal headcanon that Spartans like getting their helmets kissed by their partners, I’ll get into this later in another post but Naomi adores this. As long as it’s not in front of someone in command or makes a situation awkward, please kiss her helmet before she leaves on whatever missions she’s next sent on. It’s like her personal good luck charm.

There is a post somewhere that Spartans slam their helmets together affectionately, when Naomi did this, she left you with a concussion for a solid few weeks and shocked you by saying she even held back. Naomi is so scared to do this again in fear of sending you to the medical wing for the second time, you end up convincing her a small tap against your helmet is fine. It’s kinda of like pressing your foreheads together with helmets.

When Serin starts telling the rest of Kilo-Five about the Spartan program, Naomi feels betrayed and it really does bother her. She doesn't tell you outright but you know she's upset about something because she's quieter than normal and lets out a huff when you try to tease her. That's normally her tell that something is wrong.

Naomi will admit to it later when you casually ask her if that's what's been bothering her having heard from Mal what Serin had told them. She gives a short nod, remaining silent until you ask if she wants to talk about it.

Depending on how far along the relationship is she has either told you about the Spartan program or you know bits and pieces about it. Naomi wouldn't enter into a relationship without trusting the person significantly.

Regardless of how long you’ve been together, Naomi will still have her awkward moments, please don’t call her out. Just quietly see if she wants your help with explaining something or if there was a disconnect somewhere, girl’s got nothing to compare her relationship to and appreciates the communication.

If there is something she doesn’t get with Kilo-Five whether it’s a joke or something they’re talking about, she shifts her gaze towards you and you can see the questions in her eyes. This being said, if she finds herself in a situation she feels awkward in, please save her, Naomi will flick her eyes towards you for help.

I think if she has a partner before meeting Kilo-Five, it would’ve taken her longer to connect with everyone. Naomi is content making conversation with you and you alone, she’s also okay with you being the social one in the relationship and her just being there. It’s not to say she would be completely silent, Naomi is curious by nature and will speak up every now and again when you are in a conversation with any of Kilo. BB is the one who gets the most conversation out of her simply because he targets her when you aren’t around.

I also think that you would lowkey beef with Mal, Vaz, and Devereaux at the very beginning simply because of the drama between the ODSTs and Spartans, especially if you were an ODST yourself because you’ve gotten first-hand experience of the Spartans getting hated on by units you’ve served in.

Naomi appreciates your overprotectiveness and loves you more for it, and she knows someone is there to care for her now but she’ll be the one that calls you out. She actually tells you, she thinks you’re being slightly unreasonable about the way you’ve been acting considering that they haven’t said anything about her other than she’s quiet, awkward, and antisocial.

Of course, you two talk about it after she says this in fear of overstepping her boundaries because Naomi is awful at reinforcing those due to her Spartan attitude of ‘dealing with it’. She honestly has to think about it and says she doesn’t mind you looking out for her but your own experiences are getting in the way of your thinking and all ODSTs aren’t like that and use you as an example.

She's the type of partner who will take anything you hand her. Be it food or objects, Serin has watched you walk onto the deck with a bag of candy, Naomi didn't even blink or look away from the console before holding out her palm for whatever you were giving her and plopping the candy in her mouth without a second glance.

As much as Devereaux wants this to work, if anyone else pulls this with Naomi, she just blank stares at them until they explain what they’re trying to hand her.

Whether you’re another Spartan or an ODST or Marine, Naomi has full rights to mess around with your armor and weapons. She does it mainly to quell her own anxieties that something might go wrong on the field plus she likes marking ‘S-010’ on anything that’s yours. The second reason she does this is 'cause she observes her partner and knows their preferences when it comes to weapons and she tries to customize everything for you.

Someone once commented about the numbers marked on your sniper rifle and you were just confused before realizing what Naomi did. When you tell her about the occurrence, her eyes shine with satisfaction, like she had planned for this.

The Huragoks aren’t allowed to touch your stuff, Naomi will get offended because that is her job, she had a straight stare-down with Adj that promised violence, the Huragok seriously had to slowly put down your weapons before Naomi let out a huff and went on with her business.

Adj makes it a point to tell Leeks to stay away from your things or else. Naomi will know if they messed with something.

#halo #halo series #fanfiction #my writing #naomi 010 #headcanons #halo headcanons #halo headcanon #naomi 010 x reader #kilo 5 #Kilo-five #halo glasslands #babygirls this is part one #i went ham #the simping was real #halo x reader

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Frame Imperfect

Regarding Kirby Fighters 2, when the game was relatively new, many YouTubers were trying to cash in on the new "kirby smash bros" hype. During this period I remember Mew2King coming into the KF2 server with interest in running a tournament for the game.

Wow! I couldn't believe this! Mew2King from funny YouTube compilations and competitive Super Smash Bros Melee (I had watched very little melee at that point, except for EmpLemon's There Will Never Be Another Melee Player Like HungryBox) was interested in our super cool Kirby game? Awesome!

At this point the game had garnered a rep as a pretty unserious competitive game, with many fake infinites being discovered and one real one as well. There was also Alpharad's video on the game that made it look...unflattering. It was unflattering for reasons other than just being a 'smash clone' but we didn't know why exactly yet. This was before 20XX, the first real KF2 tournament, for reference.

But Mew2King wanted to take a chance on us! He believed in our game and wanted to take a chance on a new, unique, exciting platform fighter! We were starstruck, plain and simple.

Which is why when M2K suggested MOBA style character bans everyone just kinda went with it????

Keep in mind this was before the first tourney, we didn't know shit about fuck, as fish would say.

They didn't go through with this.

So fast forward a couple months, and KF2's first appearance at Frame Perfect Series is upon us. As you'd expect, the community is really excited! This was one of the biggest brackets the community had ever seen, with a bunch of new faces! Mostly people we'd never see again but it was exciting at the time.

As for the commentator's bench, we were looking at M2K, who knew nothing about the game but was on comms for every game so whatever...and in the KF2 corner...Super Citrus. Who hadn't commentated an even since 20XX. Oh god. M2K was sprouting nonstop nonsense and Citrus just didn't have the game knowledge or confidence to debunk any of it. The VODs were a little painful to watch. Poor guy.

So FPS doesn't make the game look...great. It wasn't help that M2K was ridiculing the players he determined were 'lame' and I mean I don't like Ninja11 or Poyo but come the fuck on man. Commentary basics here. I could do a better job.

But what if I could actually? When FPS 4 was announced, we learned that KF2 would be making a return for it. I was more involved in the community at this point with one tournament under my belt (...which was New Generation) and did 2 major things for this FPS. Firstly, early on, KF2 wasn't looking great in the entrant count side of things. So, I got in touch with some of the folks in tourney committee and we talked about running a tourney where top 8 would get free entry to FPS4.

And this is where we talk about the unsung hero of this story, Thank You motherfucking Domo. When sponsoring Road to FPS, Domo offered to handle the free entry of anyone who we couldn't get people to pay for a gift sub for. In later Road to FPS events, he flat out offered to give any KF2 players free entry because he liked the game...and it makes for better content obviously but still. What a god damn legend. Rest in Power. (he lost his account in a phishing scam)

I realize that came off as kinda sarcastic but I was genuinely upset when his account got hacked. Shit sucks, I don't want to hear about phishing scams from Bool ever again.

OH, speaking of Domo, second major thing I did was apply for commentary! I had more tourneys and more experience under my belt at that point and I felt pretty confident all things considered! So I sent domo a few videos of my comms work, including a video where I have to make Bell look like a well designed interactive character for 30 minutes.

I didn't end up getting picked, but I thought to myself "well as long as it's not Citrus again we should be fine." lol. lmao. This time we did actually have a bit of time to give Cirtus a crash course in the current KF2 environment but it still wasn't great. In fact, it was maybe the worst video game commentary I'd ever seen.

For a long time, P47 had been seemingly untouchable. He was a KF2 expert, his Magolor inspired me to pick up the character fully, he was a lorehead, and a great guy to be around. The clip of him using Ultra Sword to push Nuggetz off a platform into an apple explosion is absolutely as iconic as it deserves to be. This was P47's last big tournament.

Now, remember how I said Mew2King was an asshole to anyone who he deemed lame. M2K was a Marth player in Melee by the way, I don't know if that's considered a lame character but I hope he is. P47 received the full force of this with constant hate from M2K's live chat, not to mention that Citrus also wasn't a Magolor fan. I'm not quite sure how bad it was exactly, but it was bad enough to lead to him quitting the game. Looking back on it, the whole situation is infuriating to me.

That was Citrus' last time commentating FPS, when FPS5 rolled around we had gotten Winters on comms, who was easily the most consistent commentator we had and also the person...you know...keeping the game alive. She was able to debunk a lot of M2K's bullshit and also was able to tell him that P47 quit because of M2K being an asshole last FPS. I don't think I ever told her how much I appreciated that.

Good time to mention that Mew2King also used he/him for EVERYONE. It led to me making this stupid fucking image.

But it gets worse. Of course it always gets worse. In top 8, Ninja11, one of my least favourite top players, was up against SoothingRuby, one of my favourite top players. Ninja11 kinda hates everyone in the community and Ruby hates people who are Like That so as you can expect these 2 get along great. This was reflected in the set between them.

It was a lot of this. Ruby would throw Kunai and Ninja would just crouch them. This matchup isn't even that bad for Magolor, I thinkj Mag wins it, Ninja's just an asshole. He ended up winning the set, of course he did. Great time was had by all, especially the twitch chat and M2K, who both already hated the game. Yikes.

So this brings us to FPS6, the final Frame Perfect event. Messages from M2K implied that Metafy, the main reason the tournament was being run, was on it's way out, but not before M2K was doing sketchy things in his own time.

Turns out Metafy still exists. Not sure what he was talking about with the whole final sale thing. Maybe it's an MLM thing. (Multi Level Marketing) Was I not supposed to think the platform was closing?

So the tourney rolls around on, of all days, the 4th of July. As a Canadian I don't give a shit, but as you can imagine, most people were not available. Zet ended up winning the whole thing. However there is one potentially sketchy set in there.

Somehow, before bracket, Qwertz had performed a coup d'etat and became TO of the bracket despite being on the other side of the globe. The actual TO didn't wake up in time, and all Qwertz used his power to do was changing the timeslot without communicating.

Then, when Zet "applied a taco to his router" (thank you Justin for giving my posts the rawest fucking quotes) Qwertz just said to play it out, though everyone knew this was mostly just because Qwertz didn't like Justin. Why do we let this man near any administrative privileges.

The stream also ended with Winters having to tell chat to have a happy 4th of july. She is a trans lesbian.

And that was the last FPS event. By the time the 3rd KF2 tournament had rolled around, we already knew M2K was doing more harm than good, but no one had the guts to tell him off. I think we were worried that he'd just run the game like a dumbass if we didn't stick around. To be fair, it happened with Kloudchasers.

So what's the moral of the story? Never meet your heroes? No, that's what we learned from Chuggaaconroy. Is Mew2King even my hero? Never meet a competitive Smash player is what we learned here. Though hopefully you all already knew that.

#kf2 lore #kf2 #kirby fighters 2 #kirby #fighting games

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Rat's Commissions

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Digital

Headshot: £10 Halfbody/Chibi: £17 Fullbody: £25

Symmetrical: -20% off price

What do I mean by symmetrical? That it's mostly mirrored, like this:

Shading: +£10 No Colour: -20% off price

Simple alts (colour palettes, patterns, accessories, expressions): +£5 per alt Harder alts (outfits, forms, basically anything affecting a majority of the body*): +£13 per alt

*If the change is too drastic, it will be counted as another body and will need full price rather than just the cost of an alt. *Harder alts will usually require me to make a naked base of the character to work off of easily. You can choose to have it censored or not.

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Traditional

Headshot: £5 Halfbody/Chibi: £10 Fullbody: £20

Color (pencil or digital): +£5

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I Do Customs!

They go for regular comm prices +15% (rounded up)

Tell me what you want and I'll do my best to design a cool character for you! WIPs will be provided throughout to get your input.

Want to take a take a fun little gamble? £15 and beyond giving me guidelines at the beginning, you'll just get the finished product without seeing any WIPs. (The surprise custom is always guaranteed to be worth at least £15)

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Can do: OCs, Fanart, Feral/MLP, Anthro, Human(oid), Simple Gore, Nudity, Mild NSFW

If you want me to draw an already designed character, please provide references.

If you want a custom of a closed species, please make sure everything falls under the TOS of that species, and give me relevant design guides. I cannot provide MYOs or items, only a design.

I will deny any commissions that make me uncomfortable or I just feel I am unable to do.

I am open to any questions! You are not bothering me if you are unsure about anything commission-wise. Feel free to contact me on any of my socials.

Payment is usually required only once the sketch is sent and approved, with some exceptions needing payment upfront (mainly surprise customs, and some traditional commissions)

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Message me on any of my social media if you're interested! :]

Payment through PayPal (@RatBeanie)

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What can you do with your design/custom once you have it?

You can post and edit anything I've drawn to your heart's content, provided my watermark stays visible somewhere on the image and you have permission from/are the owner.

Any designs I make can also be redesigned to the owner's content and AU versions can be freely created (although I ask any AU designs not be seperated from the original in that case, needing to be sold together or altered until no longer connected), and I only need credit for the design I made, not any further iterations (although it would still be appreciated :3)

Credit me properly for any drawing/design I make, do not claim yourself as the creator if you are not.

You may not use my work for commercial purposes (anything that makes money) unless this is discussed with and agreed upon with me beforehand.*

*You can resell designs I create. I'd rather it not be sold for more than it was commissioned for unless more has been added onto the design since then (artwork, literature, lore etc.) but also I can't really enforce this, so just be responsible with your money and only spend what you can afford when buying designs. Remember, you can't eat a png.

#my art #digital art #traditional art #commission sheet #commissions #long post #id appreciate if you could reblog :]#helps people who could potentially be interested actually know about me

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Seriously Clari if you open those letter comms I’d get multiple if you let me. I love your work and would be more than happy to support you!

seriously my heart is bursting with love!!!!! you are genuinely such a sweet and beautiful soul and i am SO lucky to have you here with me, reading my work, giving your feedback, and offering support!!! i don’t have words to tell you how much that means to me <3

HEHEHE you’d be able to commission as many as you’d like! at the start i’ll be opening slots as i work out all of the kinks, but somewhere down the road it would be cool to have them open all the time, or to have them open for a week every month and however many i get, i get. the cool thing is, once you commission one letter i start a file for you, containing all of the info from the form you filled out + the letter your chosen character sent. if you ever decide to commission a second (or third or fourth etc) letter from the same character, there’s a good chance he will remember what you spoke about before, and reference it.

more info under the cut because now i’m getting excited and rambling hehehe <3

so, for example, one of the potential prompts you can choose from if you don’t have your own is like, a big life event. you’ve graduated college/uni, you got a new job, it’s your birthday, you just got a new kitty and you’re super excited about it, etc etc etc whatever the case may be and you want to tell him about it & get his response. if you then commission a second letter from the same character, he’s most likely going to reference the content of your previous letter (ie. how’s that new job going? i hope your boss isn’t being a fucking asshole ; or i hope [pet name] is doing well and has stopped trying to climb your drapes ; etc. these are super basic examples but you get the picture).

another one of the prompts is a comfort/support letter; maybe there’s something going on in your life that you’re really struggling with right now, and some words from your comfort character will brighten up your day or make you feel better, or you want his advice because you know it’ll make you laugh—again, whatever the case may be. if you commission an additional letter after choosing this prompt, you can bet your ass he’s going to follow up on what you said before. he’s going to check in on you and send you love (platonic or romantic, you decide in the questionnaire), etc.

at the moment, including the ‘other’ (aka your own prompt) option, i have nine potential scenarios you can choose from. each scenario has its own set of questions; some will obviously be mandatory to answer but others will be optional—you tell me only as much as you feel comfortable telling me (or him lmao) and he’ll respond to the information you’ve given him.

in the future, i think it would be really really really cool to offer a correspondence package—basically three to five letters from him over the span of several months that you get to actually respond to. basically, you’d choose that package and fill out the initial form, and the first letter you’d receive would have a return address on it (my PO box lol). you respond to the first letter with your own, send it, and then you go from there. but that’s waaaay in the future, if it happens!

anyway, sorry i know i’m rambling, i’m just really excited about this idea and i’ve been working on this for over a year now so i’m bursting to talk about it and hear back from everyone! i’m so, so happy to hear that you’re interested!! the plan is to open the first batch of slots around the end of february! i will keep you updated!!! <33 thank you again for your interest & feedback! (´∀｀)♡

#i wish i could get the open in time for valentine’s day so i could offer a limited edition valentines themed letter but alas #it isn’t feasible for me :(#next year tho!!!!#also halloween and christmas themed letters!!!!#so so so much i could do with this i’m insanely excited about it #i also plan to continue this after i publish novels & offer them from my OCs as well #BUT ANYWAY i’ll hush now hehe #thank you!!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day so far my friend <3 #stay safe as always and drink ur water!! i’ll drink some right now too #much love your way!!#staple chan #clari gets mail

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It's a Dogfight-Eat-Dogfight World

Hey there, alphabet soup. We're half done this miniseries by now! I dunno why this keeps being a thing I muse on. Kind of a running theme of the blog. I guess it's easy when it's a simple number like six issues. The one positive thing about Rainbow Brite only lasting five issues is that there was nowhere in those reviews for me to stop and muse over where we were in the series. No good halfway point. And I gotta fill up this preamble somehow, don't I~?

Here's the cover:

Another kind of simple cover. At least these covers are definitely things that happen inside the comic, unlike a lot of covers I could mention. This shot happens as early as panel two, arguably! But ye, it's where we left the last issue: the heroes have stolen a plane to get to America, and are pursued/intercepted by their friends. At least this one, you can also see Dick's moustache growing in. That's something, I guess! I dunno if that'll sell new readers, but if you're coming in on this halfway through, maybe you deserve to be confused~

So, Dick and Mutt are being transformed into exaggerations by a rainbow mist dropped from radioactive drone War Pig One. After escaping potential extermination by their own government, the pair steal a plane to fly out to meet their superior himself. Meanwhile, following the president's mental de-stablisation, the General sends two other pilots, Longman and Zee, to intercept the pair on the way. But they also have been affected by the rainbow gas, and we'll have to see how that interrupts their mission…

As Dick and Mutt continue to fly towards the US, Mutt also continues to argue with Dick about the strange outburst he made while stealing the plane--namely, referring to the pair of them as "Dastardly and Muttley". Dick protests that he did no such thing, and his moustache has always been like this! The argument is suddenly interrupted by two things. One, Mutt notices something beeping on the radar. Two, when he tries to articulate this to Dick, he suddenly becomes unable to do anything but bark like the dog he looks like. Instead, he has to seize the controls himself.

Meanwhile, over in Washington, the various cabinet members are having a hearing while the Vice President is being sworn in. Yeah, the President died last issue, sliced to ribbons when he ran through the harp, and the horrors of realism meant he didn't recover. Anyway, the various senators are arguing with General Harrier, finding several things suspicious. Yeah, those two CIA guys, Nixon and Perkins? They were actually undercover Air Force personnel, sent to take out Dick and Mutt. So they're highly suspicious why Air Force personnel would be assigned to assassinate its own men.

They're interrupted by the senator from Virginia, a visibly old guy they clearly all hate talking to. But for once, he commands the room, because he points out some of the actual oddities of the story--particularly, the radioactive test that started this whole mess. For example, does Unliklistan really sound like a real country? Or Unstabilium a real element? Isn't it all sounding a little… dubious? Like said Professor Dubious, the man behind the accident? You know it's concerning when what could be plot holes become part of the actual plot.

Up in the sky, Dick and Mutt just barely manage to avoid being shot with a missile. And rather than be grateful, Dick can only point out it wouldn't be so near a miss if Mutt hadn't started barking like an idiot, or a dog, or an idiot dog. He's recovered now, but he couldn't help himself and it scares him. Before they can ruminate on that, they're hailed over comms by the opposing plane. They recognise the voice as Zee, and she's demanding they surrender or she'll blow them out of the sky. In fact, she may not even wait for the surrender and just do it anyway.

Longman (whose callsign is "Uncle", by the way, so I will switch to that for consistancy) cuts in on the comms to inform Dick and Mutt that Zee got hit by the rainbow mists and is kind of losing it. He wants them to just land, so they can talk this whole thing over. She considers this insubordination, which I guess technically it is. Uncle then cuts off access to the weapon systems, and she decides in that case she'll just ram the planes together. And if this problem's just not enough for you, Mutt starts barking again.

Well, here we go. Dick decides that the only thing to do is take everything head-on, and flies straight ahead. Likewise, Zee considers it a point of honour to never back off from a confrontation. So the two planes are headed for a direct collision. Dick decides the only hope they have is to crash the planes together in such a way that they wedge together and fuse into one aircraft. He then realises what the heck he's just said, but by then it's a bit too late. The planes crunch together with the horrible squelching of metal on metal.

Dick yells over the comms that he's cutting engines and giving Zee the control to land them safely. And she initially tries to snarl that she'll not help a traitor, but then her personality slips and she drops into the southern-twanged damsel-in-distress version of herself again. And as they hurtle to the ground, trying to reassert Zee's better half, War Pig One drifts over a zoo below, causing the animals to become ones from The Jungle Book and Kung-Fu Panda. And a satellite from space reports a fuzzy image of the Earth itself, now sporting a pair of mouse ears. Well, they always said Disney would take over the world~

We don't actually get to see it happen, but the next thing we do see is Zee having somehow successfully landed the fused planes. All four occupants are unharmed, though Zee is not in a mood to leave it that way. Mutt's regained his voice again, trying to tell Uncle of what's been happening. At the same time, Zee and Dick are about to throw down. Dick's trying to talk her down, but his personality switch slips in and he threatens her to stand down or he'll spank her. She rightfully kicks him square in the plums.

In the senate discussion or whatever, they've since dug up the file on Professor Dubious. Turns out, his birth name was Alexander DuBois. He changed it shortly after his discovery of unstabilium, which is a red flag in itself. So how did a dubious professor wielding an unstable element set up shop in a country nobody has ever heard of? He had promised General Harrier he'd solve the instability issues, and ran off with the sample when he couldn't. And the General confesses, due to his own exposure to the element, he just let him do it. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Zee keeps beating on Dick in her fury, but as she does so, the cartooniness of it takes over and his injuries never get worse than his hand swelling up and throbbing red. Classic cartoon injury. Mutt's canine instincts take over and he bites her on the rump, letting Dick crawl away for a brief moment. Fed up, she draws her gun and unloads its contents. But between the act of drawing it and firing, it's turned into a harmless cartoony dart gun, leaving the pair covered in suction cup darts instead of being riddled with bullets.

So, now that Zee's perhaps calmed down since she's technically done her duty by firing upon them, they huddle up and begin a talk. They note that it's kind of odd that nothing's affected Uncle yet, despite his being around Zee ever since she got doused in the mysterious mist. It's proven that they affect stuff just by being around it, but he's not portrayed any noted personality shifts like the others yet. So the General will still be in D.C., and they decide to go calling on him. They turn south--just in time to witness an enormous mushroom cloud erupt from the direction they were about to head, ending the issue--and probably the city as well.

Well, now we're getting into the interesting stuff, huh? (We better be, we're two-thirds of the way through the story!) We've got our backstory revealed, we've got our main characters all united and together, and we've set off a major noticable event to propel this thing towards its finale. And what a finale it'll be~

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I think about that and then nod a little, “information. Spy stuff. That makes sense.” I look at her and give her another nod, “thanks.” I turn to go, heading down the platform and then carefully getting into my ship.

The woman stays to watch you get on, ducking so that she's visible through your window before giving you a soft smile and a wave. She then pulls her bag a bit closer and walks down the sidewalk, heading to her own transport ship.

Just before your ship takes off, a Mandalorian man gets onboard, plopping down into the seat next to you since it's the only one now available.

He gets out his comm and swipes through his messages, trying to find the extra reference photos of the bounty he was sent. He's not... entirely sure, but he could've sworn a man who boarded at the back of the seating section is his guy.

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Hero complex

Warnings: 18+ language? Mention of sex.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger! Reader

Square Filled: Hero complex

Word count: 943

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo. Let’s do yet another writing challenge, shall we?

“Let me make this clear for everyone, if you try to escape, you will be shot. If you try to scream, you will be shot. If you so much as try to move a muscle, you will get shot.”

One of the Hydra soldiers growled, taking long strides along the stretch of the dingy garage you and three other civilian hostages were captured in.

“Well, that’s hardly fair! You’ve got us tied around this pillar and it is rather uncomfortable.” You quipped, puffing air out of your mouth in attempts to get a stray lock of hair that had escaped away.

An expected retaliation came your way by means of the soldier pulling out a shotgun, pointing it at your heart with a malicious grin.

“Keep talking and you’ll be first to go, (Y/L/N).”

“And who might you be? I would very much like to be on a first name basis with my kidnapper.”

“Perhaps you’d shut up if I kill them one by one.”

He sneered, shifting the aim to the civilian next to you, who had his eyes shut in despair. You kept mum, not wanting to risk an innocent life while silently hoping that the captain had sent for back up as Clint Barton was knocked out cold before you just a few minutes ago.

The zip tie you were discreetly cutting was almost undone while you kept the guy distracted, the pocket knife you had in your unitard sleeve had come in handy as your thoughts wandered to this morning where your boyfriend had suggested against it.

“I still think you should let me design your sexy little unitard, efficient, comfortable and as badass as it gets. That knife could be built in you know.”

Tony had his hands behind his head as he watched you get dressed for the mission, referring to the knife you placed securely inside the sleeve with a dismissive huff.

“I could never afford you, Stark.” You shrugged, tying your hair before grabbing the boots and your gun.

“True. I’ll put it on your tab. Currently you owe me three blow jobs in a public place and sex on the quinjet.”

You rolled your eyes at the man, shaking your head with a stifled grin before standing up and heading towards the door. Tony was sitting this mission out, something about it being way below his paygrade; you and Clint were the chosen ones for today as instructed by Steve.

“No kiss for good luck?”

“Put it on my tab!” you called back over your shoulder, throwing him a wink as you left.

Faint music reached your ears through the comms, making it impossible to roll your eyes hearing your ‘hero’ swoop in with his dramatic entry. There was a loud thud against the garage door that immediately made the soldiers open fire towards it, effectively emptying their guns over nothing. The shrieks of the civilians were silenced when a piece of glass shattered and fell from above, bringing Iron Man in his iconic pose down with it.

You used the distraction to break free and aid the people in taking cover behind abandoned pieces of furniture that were lying around the garage, instructing them to stay calm before jumping into action yourself.

The heavy firing that had ensued died down as Tony knocked out a couple of guards while you disarmed one swiftly and landed a solid kick to his groin.

“Ouch! That must’ve hurt!” Tony exclaimed through the speakers of his suit; a hint of surprise evident in his voice as you sent the guard to the ground with a final blow.

“I thought this was below your paygrade, Stark.” You huffed, ducking behind a large box as another Hydra agent shot in your direction, missing your arm by an inch.

“Couldn’t miss a chance to save my damsel in distress.”

That was the thing about Tony, try as he may, he simply couldn’t resist swooping in for your rescue even though he knew you could handle yourself in any given situation. It was equal parts endearing and frustrating how much of a hero complex the man had, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You could hear the familiar sound of his suit taking flight, making you frown before you watched him carry a still unconscious Clint out of there.

“So, Barton’s your damsel in distress huh?” You called out over the comms, grinning when you heard the man chuckle from the other end as you ran over to the exit door to let the civilians out.

He came back, hovering in the air, instructing the people the correct way out, before landing next to you.

“Meet me in the quinjet bathroom in five?”

You rolled your eyes and let out a groan in realisation. Tony was not actually in the suit, of course the man wasn’t, this job was still below his paygrade but he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to be a show off. The ‘suit’ walked with you as you headed towards the jet, waving at some of the civilians who had stuck around in awe at being saved by the one and only Iron Man.

“What about Rogers? Isn’t he in there?” you smirked, knowing fully well that Steve was listening in on the conversation.

“That’s half the fun honey. Capsicle needs inspiration to spice up his life and we’re here for it.”

“Keep it in your pants you two. And Tony get out of there, we’re working.”

Captain’s stern voice made you stifle a giggle, it turned into a hearty laugh when Tony whined something about him paying for basically everything and Rogers calling the shots.

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 10]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint). Should know the drill on my use of Mando'a, italics and my headcanons by now if you've been following along with the AU series this far. Star Wars and real-world swearing. Mentions of blood and bloodstains. More! Domestic! Clones! More wholesome sibling stuff to go around! Expanding on Hunter and Crosshair's "little" convo together using instances of dialogue to reference what happened in the past. Medic!Reader had a bad day (like predicted) so there's some mild angst/sadness after a brief moment of panic - there’s a line that could be interpreted as an instance of police brutality, but it’s kept very vague - but Hunter's there to make it better without diminishing feelings much like earlier that morning. No one's feeling bad on his watch today [I feel like Hunter's the kind of person who becomes a lot happier when he's in love… so~ At least that's the vibe I'm going for for this AU!] if he can help it. So that means more domestic Clone stuff along with more flavors of hurt/comfort!! Who's up for a little home cooking and snuggles?

Word-count: 5,656

Good to hear. No such luck. Up to elbows in injuries and bacta and disinfectant. It's a kriffing madhouse today like I was worried about.

> Sorry to hear, sweetheart. I'll take Omega with me to make sure Spoon's settling in okay.

thanks Hunt

> Anytime, mesh'la.

"Was 'Hunt' a nickname? How cute." Echo teases once he's sent off the message, handing his brother the device after he's gotten his shoes laced up to set off with Omega. "Very funny, Ech."

Echo laughs in partial disbelief at the dismissive tone. "You think it's a typo?" C'mon, if she shortened the name of their explosive ordnance expert to Wreck as a nickname, it made plenty of sense to the ARC for Hunt to be a nickname too.

"Could be. Or she was in a rush." Hunter suggests with a shrug. "She's too busy to check on Crosshair's new best friend during lunch."

Echo shrugs in return, ignoring for a moment the sniper's laugh from another part of the house. "Good point. Just hope the kid's going to have a moment to eat something between patients." It wasn't exactly a regular thing for the medic to call her day at the clinic something beyond just a little hectic, but manageable to his memory.

"We'll be back!" Omega calls into the house as she and Hunter skip down the stoop together, cheerfully waving good-bye over her shoulder. It isn't long before she looks at him with an expression he knows means she's got questions or things she wants to say that she's refraining from saying. "Out with it," Hunter urges softly with a hand on his sister's shoulder, "What's on your mind, ad'ika?"

Omega glances at her shoes, kicking a pebble to the side as she walks alongside him, trying and struggling to match his stride. "What did… you and Crosshair talk about?" She smiles appreciatively when Hunter takes notice and makes an effort to slow down his walk and fall out of the habitual march.

"Oh, a lot…" Hunter replies simply, unsure what to say at first honestly. "Kaller, for sure. And the chips… spent a while wondering how that Jedi-kid… uh, Padawan… how the Padawan must be doing if he's survived this long after I let him escape." Hunter steals a glance at Omega, knowing she's heard him argue with Cross about it in the past. Those venomous arguments in the cockpit or cargo-hold of the Marauder while so deep in hyperspace it was often another standard cycle before they'd reach the next planet. Seen their bruises when things came to blows before Wrecker could strong-arm them apart.

Heard them both grumble that "Maybe it would be preferable to be eaten by some of the megafauna Tech's warning us about than see the other's face any time soon!" when they stalked down the gangplank upon landing on Kashyyyk. Hunter knew she'd stayed behind with Wrecker who'd promptly trotted back into the attack shuttle in dismay while Tech trailed after Crosshair, and Echo after Hunter, trying to talk sense into the respective brothers.

"The first thing Hunter does every time we get an excuse to come to Kashyyyk is take off his helmet a-and he gets this great big smile on his face! He didn't do that this time a-and Hunter loves Kashyyyk! They're still fighting all the time even though the chips are gone; and I'm sick of it! I don't understand what's going on, I thought they'd be better by now and… I-I-I just want my brothers back!!"

WHAM!

"Wr-Wrecker that's a critical panel! Please don't go punching holes in our medbay equipment! What if one of us gets sick?!"

Hunter takes a deep breath, reaching in his pocket for the keycard that would unlock [____]'s front door. "We… also did a lot of apologizing for not being better brothers in the past. For how much we fought. For how much I avoided trying to understand what was happening to my brother because of his inhibitor chip when he needed me… I- uh oh. That's not good." he stops mid-sentence when there's a greatly delayed response from the panel as he uses the keycard.

Her front door opens only part of the way before it gets stuck. Badly. It's open wide enough that Spoon could easily get out when there's no telling where she'll be in the house. Omega would probably have to slip through the gap and see if she can't close it from the inside. Or at least make sure the Tooka kitten doesn't scamper out the door while Hunter calls Tech.

Omega looks just as panicked as her little brother. "Wh-what do we do, Hunter?"

"See if you can get inside. We should make sure Spoon stays put. I'm going to message Tech." Omega shimmies through the gap quickly, and as he's trying to get Tech on the comms channel, the inner panel is making sounds that suggest the whole thing is royally kriffed. "It won't close!"

"Don't panic, Omega. Go see if you can't find Spo-"

"Yes, Hunter?" Tech sounds calmer than he was this morning, for now. Less irritable. That's a good sign. "What is it?"

"Tech, how do you feel about fixing [____]'s front door? This thing won't open or close all the way. Panel won't respond either." Calm is out the door now as Hunter can hear the crack of the mechanism before the door to Wrecker and Tech's room is thrown open once it's been unlocked. The other vode are either laughing as a way to cope with being startled, or Tech truly looks as delighted by the prospect of something to fix as he sounds when he shouts "I will be right there!" before mashing the disconnect.

"Aww, you're so cute! I found Spoon! She was pacing outside what must be [____]'s room!" Omega calls from inside, giggling. "And [____] put her pictures I drew for her birthday up in her room, too! Just like she said!" Hunter smiled, not surprised that his sister's curiosity had gotten the better of her for a moment and led to the discovery. So much for showing her himself. Oh well.

"Yeah, she sure did. That was quick, wasn't it? Tech's coming to get the door fixed for [____], so we might be here for a while." Through the gap, he could see Omega with the young female Tooka he'd met the other night carefully cradled in her arms, nodding to express her understanding. "That's okay! But… won't that mean we won't be able to-" Omega paused, glancing around for a time device somewhere in the home, "Are we going to make it to the place we need to get the paint from before it closes if it takes Tech a long time?"

The shop they needed to get the color from in the spaceport ran at odd hours of business. He was certainly excited to get his room dressed up at long last with the recent nudge, but some of his siblings were more outwardly excited than him.

Hunter just smiled reassuringly, watching as Spoon carefully climbs up Omega's shoulder and tries inspecting the girl's blonde hair. "There'll always be tomorrow if this does run long, Omega. [____]'s said the clinic is really busy today, so I'd rather not add one more thing for her to take care of once she's closed."

Omega nods once more to show she understands, slower this time. "Right… Makes sense."

"Hunter!" Tech was jogging up the street, carrying a case full of tools in the crook of his arm. "I'm here! … Where's Omega?"

"You got here fast," Hunter chuckles, taking the tools to allow Tech to double over and catch his breath, "and Omega's inside to make sure someone's got an eye on our friend's new little Loth-cat. Now, once you've caught your breath, would you like me to help, or just stay out of your way?" He, admittedly, still hasn't gotten to know Tech's tools quite like Echo did once he'd joined their squad, so oftentimes he wasn't sure what his brother meant by codes like "S-17 and a twist", but he was willing to try to assist if Tech would allow.

Tech only blinked at Hunter with surprise. It'd been a long time since Hunter had offered help after the last time Tech had waved him away. "You want to help me?" He now felt… almost a little guilty for continually waving Hunter off.

"Well, sure…! Only if you're okay with a little verbal hand-holding to make sure I understand what tools you're asking for." Hunter told him with an earnest smile.

Tech nods slowly, reaching to take the case of tools. "Of course. I'd be… happy to have you help me."

"Hand me the second-smallest spanner, please. There's a blue paint smear on it."

"Here," Hunter pawns the tool off into the palm of Tech's outstretched hand through the gap in the doorway as they get the inside panel synced up with the outside panel, "trade you for the spanner you don't need."

"There. Just lay it in the toolbox for now. Might need it again." Tech passes back the other spanner, humming thoughtfully to something Omega says while she plays with the Tooka on the floor. "Hmm… perhaps. Not a bad idea."

Hunter peeks into the house. "What's not a bad idea?"

"Inviting [____] to dinner at our place." Omega repeats, giggling as Spoon playfully pounced after a toy she'd thrown down the hall.

"Mm, maybe. She might be pretty tired afterwar-"

Fwreep! Fwreep-reep-reep!

Speaking of [____]; she's sent Hunter several messages rather suddenly... No, not just Hunter, on second look. It's the wider group of siblings so they all see the same thing.

IMP AT CLINIC.

STAY AWAY.

STAY HOME.

STAY!! HOME!! DO NOT CONTACT ME!!

The message is chilling. Tech stares at the message, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the calm façade in the rest of his face. "That's not good..." Omega looks over at her brothers after reading the message herself, a panicked whine climbing out of her throat. He tries to ignore the roar of blood in his ears as his heart begins to race. Imperials at her clinic? Oh galaxy and all her stars…

"Let's get this panel set and get home, Tech. Omega, get your shoes on so we're ready to leave as soon as possible." [____] didn't live too far from her clinic, a modest little place not too far from the shipyards of the travel-hub either. Returning home would be the safest option for them.

Things would definitely have to wait now.

Omega's voice was choked as she hurriedly stuffed her feet into her footwear and exited the house. The panel was quickly finished before being closed up, set and locked before the three of them took the long way home, jogging up the side streets. "I-Is she… Hunter, do you think [____]'s in trouble?"

"I don't know, ad'ika. Kriff, I hope not." Hunter scooped Omega off the street so they could move faster, growing more nervous with every stumble his sister makes trying to keep up with the two war veteran brothers that she’s going to trip in her haste. He feels just as panicked as she looks and as Tech sounds while he’s reciting the various modifications he’s made to the Havoc Marauder under his breath. “I’m hoping she’ll find an excuse to send them away too.” he utters, returning the sniffled sentiment as Omega curls against his chest.

It’s a nice day outside, but each and every last window is shut and shuttered once the three of them make it inside.

And all goes quiet for an hour.

Hunter remade his bed with the threadbare sheets for the time being, trying not to step into an anxiety spiral by keeping his hands busy along with his mind. The holofilm had been a nice distraction and killed a few hours of time as each member of Clone Force 99 waited out the clock.

I may need to come by and see everyone when I’m done. I can't promise I will. Please don't reply or drop by my clinic once I close. I don't know if this person with the Empire will insist on walking me home since I was given a lot of trouble. I'm closing early.

The vode found excuses to give themselves little opportunity for festering with worry. Ideas for some new, sturdy furniture that would fit in his room. There was some artwork that Tech had in mind. Crosshair called dibs on the old top sheet to use as new weapons cleaning rags. Wrecker was thinking about trying to replicate something from Kamino for dinner tonight. What Echo really wanted to do was go find out what ship that Imperial flew in on and kark up their controls; instead he's scouring the Holonet either for local news, or a decent strategy game. Omega really, really wants to message the medic with all the nervous questions she's teeming with, but they haven't been given an all-clear.

She's too antsy to touch any of the art supplies the brothers have scrounged up for her over the months, instead, she's using her nervous energy to quiz Tech for facts about the holofilm. From his room Hunter can hear something about the main lead having starred in five other films within the franchise and guest-starred in the pilot episode of the spin-off show.

And he just wants to make sure this Imperial personnel is not giving her trouble like the old pirates had been. He wants to make sure [____] feels okay and safe, but Hunter understands she's trying to keep him, them, safe by telling the vode they needed to stay away. She has a duty to the shattered cross to provide care to anyone seeking out the symbol of healers and healthcare.

Even those she disagreed with, hated even, when she did not wear the symbol.

"Where are you going Hunter?"

The bed's fixed back up. He doesn't have much more to do right now. "Just going to stretch my legs outside." He wants to wait outside for her. He knows that Echo knows that. There's no sense pretending the tracker means anything different.

"Don't… get your hopes up." Echo carefully suggests, his expression suggesting he's trying to do the same. They're all worried about their favorite medic, pretending otherwise is foolish. "I don't want you to be disappointed in case she's not coming by, brother."

"... I know."

The door shuts behind Hunter as he steps out, finding a comfortable step to sit on and kill some more time with his datapad in hand while keeping an eye out for the medic. As dusk envelopes the street, more pinpricks of light begin blinking in one by one in the darkening sky above as the sun begins to drop below the horizon.

He spends five minutes watching more and more stars "filling in" the sky above him as it darkens in half-interest before he hears the hydraulics signal that someone's coming out to join him. Faint notes of thin oil and sun-warmed cotton. It's not the smell of joint lubricant or machine oil, so it's not Echo or Tech, but the process of elimination temporarily makes him wonder if the ARC's kit of prosthetic care is sufficiently stocked. "Yeah, Cross?"

Right to it. No want for excuses. "Really going to sit out here for half an hour at the most waiting for [____]?"

At a leisurely pace, without the shortcut Wrecker made the day Hunter had been gravely injured by the bomb, it could take someone fifteen minutes to walk from their house to the medic's. "Want some company?"

"Not this time, vod. Thank you, though."

"... Hunter."

There was more the sharp-sighted brothers hadn't had the chance to discuss before Echo had made lunch for everyone. Shredded nerf steak meat between slices of bread toasted on one side using one of the hot plates. Echo did not cook as much due to the nature of his prosthetic appendage adding some challenges to meal prep, so the rare occasion he was set on the idea of cooking, the brothers knew it was going to be good.

As much as Hunter wanted to continue the conversation from this morning, much like Crosshair, there wasn't enough time. "Really," he insists, twisting sideways on the step to better look at his brother, "I don't plan on waiting out here much longer… I do appreciate your offer, but, sitting with me for the five more minutes would be-"

"Over before it started."

"Mhm."

Cross just nods, the action nearly lost when his head snaps in the same direction as Hunter's when notices the sound of [____]'s shoes coming up the street just before his brother turns back inside. "She got here quickly... I'll go inside so you two can kiss in private, lover boy. She'll be eager to see you." His brother's tone is teasing, but there's something… off, that prevents Hunter from joking back.

The air smells heavy and sour already, even so far away. But it's not just the nearly overbearing odor of the disinfectant or the trace of rubber gloves…

His heart jumps into his throat in a moment of panic. There's a heavy tang that follows her up the street. Blood. He stammers as he calls out her name, mind racing with a thousand different possibilities why her sleeves are stained in shades of red as he throws himself off that stoop. "A-are you hurt?!"

"N-no I'm… I’m not hurt." the medic murmurs, her voice impossibly soft.

It doesn't convince him. “You look hurt, [____], the blood-”

“None of it’s mine.” she insists as Hunter looks her over, his dark eyes searching every inch intently for signs of harm or injury to her person, “Someone was stupid and they antagonized an Imperial official in front of witnesses. It got nasty. Those who didn’t need critical care got sent to me. S-so that included the Imperial who was involved in the… fight.”

That final word and the tone of her voice sits like ice in his chest. “It wasn’t a fight, was it?” There's a chilling implication he's afraid of. Is it fear for himself, his brothers and sister? Is it fear for her?

She doesn’t want to answer that. “C-can I just come inside? I don’t want to go home right now.” [____] doesn't meet his eyes. She's hugging herself so tightly across the chest her knuckles are pale. The rustle of her coat sounds… slick and heavier, almost. Outside the halo of light from the front porch, he can't see just how extensive the stains must be.

“You can do more than that…” Hunter offers, ushering her inside by putting an arm around her shoulders comfortingly. “Wrecker hasn’t started on making dinner just yet, so let’s get you cleaned up.”

The mood shifts from being happy to see her to total worry and concern when the rest of the brothers see the dried blood on the sleeves of her coat, heaviest and densest at the wrist. Echo and Crosshair are trying to ask [____] questions, inadvertently talking over one another.

“Kid, are you okay?”

“Doc, what happened to you?”

Wrecker’s expressive, unmatching eyes just stay fixed on [____]’s coat sleeves even after Hunter helps her carefully take it off and check the rest of her clothing for stains. “That damn Imperial didn’t hurt you, did they?” He’s angry enough to knock the Imp’s head clean off. But he’s not going to do anything or make any effort (if any) to come up with a plan to deal with the filth responsible without hearing what his friend has to say. “No… just had a real mess to clean up.”

“Tha’s all that matters, then.” Wrecker says decidedly. If she wasn't hurt, she wouldn't want him stewing in that anger, so he shakes himself free of it as quickly as it had come. “I’ll, uh, find a clean towel you can borrow so you can use the ‘fresher to clean off…” he gestured simply to the sleeves of her med coat hung over Hunter's forearm. The less said about it right now the better. She looked like a gossamer thread away from simply falling apart in front of all of them; it had been a long time since the last Imperial that's shown up to her clinic like this… before she'd started… dating his brother.

Oh no wonder she was so much more scared than the last time. The last time she'd had one-of-them at the clinic she'd sent a much calmer warning message. It'd been humorous even.

"No one's allowed to break any bones to find an excuse to come see me until this Imperial leaves my clinic, okay? Stay home, friends."

It breaks his heart when the intonation of her voice remains the same. "Thanks, Wreck…" [____] murmurs. There's no smile. There's no frown. There's no light in those eyes. Wrecker recognizes that expression. He's seen it in too many battle-beaten brothers. He's seen it in the mirror since the end of the war when Clone Force 99 actually started losing missions.

Wrecker remembers the times Hunter has kept the ash-gray bell of his helmet on longer than necessary while sitting in the shadowy corners of the cargo hold of the Marauder. He knew what he'd see under his brother's helmet even when the face was obscured, and the tremble of his shoulders was almost entirely suppressed. The one and only time he had not been so careful to turn off the mic of his helmet, and had not shown as much restraint, had been three days after leaving Kashyyyk… when the marksman's furious, feverish whispering started. The first symptom of the parasite.

Sadly Wrecker knows that same haunted, hollow expression that becomes a stubborn mask to take off. No smiles. No frowns. But the heavy, choking silence. The building threat of trickling tears that patiently bide their time. He hopes that's not in store for [____]. (But if she really couldn't help it, he hopes she understands that they won't judge her.)

"We'll find some clothes you can change into after. Something that won't smell like antibac or cleaner. I'll show you how to get the water started." Hunter promises her, taking [____] by the elbow and following her to the 'fresher.

[____] lays quietly with Hunter in his room, curled up on her side on his bed in a pair of borrowed clothes found in the back of someone's closet that hadn't fit him quite right in some way. The two of them can hear Wrecker humming aimlessly through the kitchen while making a "better version" of cafeteria food Clone Force 99 had eaten probably hundreds of times while living and training on Kamino.

Omega has wandered in and out of Hunter's room since the medic had gotten dressed and laid her head on his thigh, working as Wrecker's little assistant to get the opinions of the other brothers to nail down the seasoning used in soup.

Hunter, seated at the foot of his bed with his back propped up by the wall, takes a sip from the third sample-cup Omega's carefully carried in from the kitchen. "Hmm that's… close! What'd Wrecker add besides more Kaminoan sea salt?"

Omega shrugs softly, glancing at [____]. "I think he called it catabar. Crosshair thinks it needs more pepper."

"Mm, maybe only a little more." Hunter agrees with a second testing. He offers the last of it to [____] to see if she's curious and willing to give it a try, but she doesn't indicate any interest, instead staring ahead at the wall as she continues to utilize a calming breathing exercise. "Are we going with the version of the recipe the four of us are more used to, tonight? Didn't Echo say the version that he's used to apparently has a lot more pepper?"

"Yeah, I remember when the recipe changed!" Omega giggles brightly before dropping her voice into a whisper, leaning in towards Hunter dramatically. "Wrecker's making a little batch of soup the way Echo liked it, but it's supposed to be a secret!"

Hunter chuckles, playfully tousling his sister's hair with his free hand. "Ohhh, is he now?"

"That's nice of Wrecker…" [____] mutters, almost absently. The first thing she's said beyond no or not really when Hunter asked if she wanted him to grab some clothing from home for her or if she wanted anything she left behind in her hurry to get away from her health clinic, away from the watchful eyes of an individual on the Empire's payroll. A fistful of the bedding rumples in her hand as she pushes herself off the mattress to sit up, sighing sharply as she draws her knees up under her chin. "... can always count on him tryna cheer people up."

Brother and sister share a silent exchange of expressions before Hunter tentatively lays an arm around the medic's upper back, prepared for [____] to shrug him off. But as Omega hoped, she takes the comfort her brother offers her, curling into Hunter's chest instead of turning him away. "Wrecker's made it a little, uh, habit since the war ended to try to make at least one person laugh every day… O-or smile." Omega says while allowing Hunter try to comfort their friend, balling her own fists in the material of Hunter's bedding. She's trying to find some excuse to keep her talking, or to just keep talking to the medic so it keeps her mind off of what's making her so solemn.

"Wrecker's good at that, yeah…" [____] sniffled softly.

Think, think, think! "Uh… oh, I played with Spoon when we went to check on her! She's so cute!"

"Was she doing okay? How was Spoon?"

Omega nods, glancing at Hunter with an urging look to say something. "She was fine, mesh'la. Omega was a big help and kept an eye on her while Tech and I got your front door fixed. It wasn't opening all the way when I used the card you gave me. Hopefully, it shouldn't give you any more trouble. You've had enough of that for one day; dare I say the rest of the week." It was Hunter's turn to shake his head in a silent signal to Omega. They were not going to bring up that they weren't home when they got the warning. "Think you could be convinced to avoid your clinic tomorrow? Take the day off… not worry about anything. When was the last time you took a day off from your clinic?" he asks softly.

"Uhm, not that long ago… My birthday, remember?" she reminds him, strangely timid to the realization that was only… wow, three days ago. (Just three?) Hunter scoffs softly, deliberately keeping his smile gentle as Omega scampers from the room, realizing she was keeping Wrecker waiting. "Well… I would argue that you could really use it after today." he says honestly, thinking back to something he and Crosshair discussed.

"You may not need to twist my arm that hard…" [____] hums in the warm cradle of his arms and broad chest.

"Don't know if I should call it funny or fitting that my brother with a sacrificial streak ended up falling for a woman who's much the same way."

"A wha-"

"A sacrificial nature. C'mon: the bedsheets, Hunter. They're the thinnest in the house. That's only the tip of the wing."

"...oh?"

"Even when you were karking pissed with me, you weren't giving me less than my fair share of rations; you gave me extra.You took the smallest room in the house. Omega wanted to continue doing art after enjoying it so much at [____]'s clinic the time she watched Omega for us, you put off replacing things like your sheets and used the leftover credits we got from that job to get her basic art supplies instead… You've been going without since the end of the war and no one's been sure what to say to you about it. We just- Why have you been…?"

"I'm not always the best at it, I know, but… I'm only trying to look out for everyone, keep everyone safe. Happy."

"...That includes you too from now on, Hunter."

"...Can I hold you to that?"

"I'll twist your damn arm if I have to."

"That's the brother I know."

Something drops in the kitchen with a great clatter, something ceramic sounds involved. Omega's sharp, reflexive gasp has the medic on the offense in an instant, heart hammering against her chest. "Oh Maker-!" A mere heartbeat later, Wrecker disarms everyone's worry, laughing bashfully. "It's okay!! Just dropped the ladle in the sink; nothing's broke, no one's hurt! Just got excited issall…"

[____] yelps softly with surprise when without so much as a word of warning or a deep breath to brace himself, Hunter has her pulled into his lap. "Hear that?" Each of his arms are now circled around her, tucking her comfortably and perfectly against his chest where she can feel the steady waves of reverberations as he speaks. "They're fine. No one's hurt, and everyone's still safe; you were very kind to warn us. You did your job trying to take care of the people you care about, ad'ika. Now it's our turn."

"Uh… why are there two soup pots?" Echo mumbles to himself as he finds a seat at the table. "Well, guess it's not that weird, actually. Kid hasn't grown up on Kamino like the rest'a us." he reasons after some additional thought, nodding towards the medic seated across the table from him, next to Hunter who sat in the middle with Omega at his other side. She regards the second pot with a second look, this time with the same degree of confusion as the ARC trooper.

"I don't believe this one's for [____]." Tech muses as he inspects the contents of the ladle. "This one has more- ah!" He's figured it out by visual inspection alone. Of course now that he's figured it out and gone quiet, it'll probably drive Echo crazy that for once his younger brother won't elaborate on his conclusions.

"What? What is it?" Echo urges him.

Omega glances over at Wrecker, both stifling laughter long enough for Wrecker to say "It's for you, Echo!" with a splitting grin.

"You… you made some for me the way I like?"

Wrecker confirms the question with another bright smile. "Yeah; the original recipe before it was changed!" Crosshair snickered softly from across the table when Echo's jaw went entirely slack, feeling bold and daring enough to try teasing him while Wrecker portions out soup to everyone. "Manners, Echo. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you, Wrecker…" he stammers, collecting one of the spoons being passed around. "...I hope it wasn't too much extra effort."

"Nawh! Don't worry 'bout it, wasn't any trouble at all! Ended up making too much stock for just one pot before I added the meat and vegetables and didn't want to put it to waste. Whaddya think of it, [____]?" To Wrecker's memory, it was probably her first taste of what had been served to the Clones growing up.

Swallowing slowly with the weight of everyone's eyes on her, [____]'s shoulders steadily crept higher. "It's, uh…" the medic hesitates to say more, swirling the spoon absently through the broth and chunked meats and veggies.

"It's okay if you don't like it." Wrecker promises, giving her a grin and nod. Clone-food wasn't to everyone's tastes; it's why they avoided pulling any inspiration from the cafeteria rota often when they had her over for dinner. "We had some real tasty sandwiches that Echo made for lunch if you want somethin' else."

"Oh no-no-no, it's fine!" [____] blurts out, pulling her shoulders back. "It's really good soup, Wrecker, I promise. I just uh, d-didn't really get a chance to eat anything beyond a few sips of a nutri-shake at lunch before… y'know."

"Kriff hit the fan." Crosshair finished matter-of-factly, fishing up the largest chunk of meat in his bowl of soup. "Pity you didn't get a chance to eat, doc." he added, voice softer this time with sympathy.

[____] shrugged, leaning into Hunter's side after he slung an arm around her shoulders to offer her a side-hug to snuggle into. "Yeah..." she hums quietly, stirring up another suitable spoonful of soup with a frown, "pity's a word for it." Before lifting the next spoonful, she pauses, feeling the comforting gesture of Hunter's thumb making little circles in the borrowed clothing. While the five brothers hadn't said who'd dug out what from his wardrobe for her to find something that would fit her for the time being as her blood stained coat (and the rest of her clothing for good measure) soaked in their laundry machines, there was something about the top that seemed a little like Crosshair's style.

Hmm.

Hunter notices the pause and leans in close to her, "Everything okay?" he asks in a low and honeyed hum before his lips graze the soft plane of her cheek. He wouldn't care too much if his vode were watching him be affectionate with her out in common spaces like this, but being considerate of [____]'s feelings after the day she ended up having, he was mindful of how far he took things. "What's on your mind, cyar'ika?"

She smiles softly, and he's not initially certain whether that's in response to the mispronounced Mando'an pet name, or the increasing tickle of the several day's worth of stubble he has yet to shave, but the small gesture is a step in the right direction.

"I'll tell you after dinner." [____] promises him gently. She had a few ideas to think over first. At least one thing was decided for certain; she was not going to her clinic tomorrow.

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Note from Frost: If it was noticed, I know in one section it reads that Medic!Reader says it was sweet of Wrecker to make soup just for Echo and then another she’s just as confused as Echo. Pretend that it’s up to your interpretation that the confusion was either an act or genuine because Medic!Reader makes the comment while still mostly disassociating so I don’t have to edit it for the 8th time.... This chapter gave me the big feels.

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