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their mission isnt the only thing off the books here
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Hazard 4 Poncho Villa
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#military 1st#hazard 4#hazard 4 california#prepared 4 any hazard#poncho#poncho villa#everyday carry#tactical#tactical gear#tacticool#survival#bushcraft#prepper#preppers#outdoor#outdoors#postapo#stalker#tarkov#gear up for action
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"Great Scott!" you may find yourself saying. "How can Superman possibly top his iconic cowboy look from last month?" I'm glad you asked, because Superman (2023) #10 holds the triple threat of an answer.
The first tactic:
Create an even more iconic look, to show he has range.
The second tactic:
PONCHO �� TIME 👏 BABY 👏
The third tactic:
Allow his clothes to be shredded off of him entirely so the whole town can admire his glorious tiddies.
Cowboy Clark is a master of both fashion and strategy.
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New tactical card icon (used with permission) by @flammabel. Thank you!
The prompt list for Cal Kestis Week 2024!
This event will run May 12 - May 18, 2024
Each prompt was carefully curated to work for a wide range of genres (excluding "Bad Ending," I feel like that speaks for itself.) The categories are "single word," "dialogue," "vibe," and "Star Wars."
No AI generated text or images will be promoted during this event.
All ships, genres, ratings, and formats are welcome just as long as they’re Cal-centric!
Any previews of art, fic, or other media will only be reblogged if they are SFW.
All works must be tagged with the appropriate ships and warnings.
If you are posting fanfiction on tumblr, any words beyond the first 500 must be under “read more.”
Works posted on tumblr will only be found/reblogged if they use the tag #calkestisweek2024 - that is the only tag being tracked.
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Click Read More for a text version of the prompt list.
Sunday (May 12) –
Touch | “You’re doing great!” | But First They Have To Catch You | Lightsaber
Monday (May 13) –
Food | “That doesn’t look good.” | A Rigged Game | Bogling
Tuesday (May 14) –
Alone | “I don’t know anymore.” | Hope is a Skill | Droid
Wednesday (May 15) –
Scars | “We shouldn’t be doing this.” | Bad Ending | Ponchos
Thursday (May 16) –
Fall | “Of course it’s you.” | The Sun Comes Up Again | The Force
Friday (May 17) –
Laugh | “Follow my lead.” | A Different Choice | Echo
Saturday (May 18) –
Free Day! | Catch Up Day!
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Today's Fallen Order request is Biohazard for @ledeni-tm
“No.”
Cal stands at the bottom of the ramp and stares up at Greez, haloed in the ship’s internal lighting. “Huh?”
Greez points, specifically at the poncho Cal as clutched in his hand. “No more. Not a single one. By the gods, Cal, I can smell the damn thing from here.”
Cal holds it up to demonstrate the very funky pattern it has. Best of all, it’s a nice, thick wool. Once it’s clean and dry, it’ll be a favourite for sure. “I need it, Greez. It’s mine.”
“I understand and accept that five years on Bracca has ruined your sense of smell, but me and Cere? Ours is fine. And as such, we can smell that little poncho selection of yours no matter what we do. So, the following are your options – get rid of them all and we’ll find you a nice new one in a store that doesn’t sell actual biohazards.”
“Not happening.”
BD backs him up with a rude squeal.
Hands held up in a pacifying gesture, Greez waits for silence. “Or you stay out there and do some laundry.”
The sky overhead is thick with the promise of a snowstorm. Cal’s hands are cold and stiff from his journey across Zeffo. He’s tired and hungry, thoughts of dinner getting him through the lengthy journey back to the ship. He doesn’t particularly want to stay outside, but he also refuses to give up a single one of his ponchos. They’re his. All of them. He found them, and sure, maybe some are coated in mildew, and others have a smell he can’t quite get rid of, but none of them are actual biohazards…
…are they?
“Are they?” he asks BD.
BD’s scans suggest a couple might host bacteria unsafe for most organics, and while he has no capacity to smell, scans would indicate unpleasant odours would be a side effect of said bacteria.
“Fine,” Cal says. “I guess it’s laundry day.”
Greez’s ominous laugh echoes down from the ship. “I knew you’d say that.” He returns with a large container (honestly, it’s large enough to stuff Greez himself into). “Fill this with water. I’ve got various detergents to clean these things up.”
“I do wash them!” Cal insists.
“With appropriate laundry detergents, or with soap when you shower? Or does going for a swim in a poncho count as washing them?”
Opting for tactical silence, Cal places the new poncho into the container and plods onto the ship with it. He fills the container in the shower as it won’t fit under the sink, then lugs it back outside. He places it down and returns to the engine room to fetch all his ponchos. He puts them all inside.
“Now, watch a master at work.” Greez adds a blend of detergents and something called fabric conditioner to the water. It all sounds like a waste of credits to Cal. Greez also adds an entire bottle of disinfectant and gives the whole barrel a mix with a stick. “We’re gonna let this stew for a while before you heft it all back inside and stick them in the machine to spin. After that, we’ll bring them back out here to air dry. Might take a while, given how cold it is, but it will help with the stench.”
“Are they really that bad?”
“Worse.”
“I’m sorry, Greez.”
Greez looks up from his stirring. “Why do you always make me feel so bad about stuff, even when you’re in the wrong and I’m definitely in the right?”
BD suggests it’s a Jedi thing. Cal smiles. “I didn’t mean to,” he offers.
“See? There you go doing it again. Listen, kid, honestly, I wish you wouldn’t bring back stuff you find on these planets. I’m sure we can find you something during a supply run. However, I get that you like them and therefore you gotta meet me midway – keep ‘em, but clean ‘em. Properly. None of your wash your clothes while you shower or swim nonsense. And if you’re taking a breath to tell me that’s how it was done on Bracca, I do not wanna know.”
Cal breathes out and closes his mouth.
“You don’t have to live like you’re a credit away from financial ruin. We’re not multimillionaires, but we’re not broke. And if you don’t know how to use the machine, ask. I’m not gonna judge.”
“Thanks, Greez.”
“And maybe don’t stuff wet clothes into a box under your bed.”
“But – ”
“Ah! What did I say about Bracca?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Atta boy.”
#PONCHOS#THERE ARE SO MANY PONCHO STORIES AND I AM NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT SORRY#star wars jedi: fallen order#fic requests 2024#jfo headcanon#jfo minific#cal kestis#greez dritus#bd 1
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askposting: imagine a creative title here
you know the drill bestie. feat. a lot of jedi survivor and some other star warsing
the more you think abt this the funnier it gets. like it means kanera are declaring their income which is absolutely stolen imperial credits to the empire, means kanan went and got a SSN/national insurance number or smthn for his fake identity, and that these ppl who live on a ship ie have no fixed residence are somehow still paying taxes to somewhere. 10/10
@engagemythrusters TUMBLR IS A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE!! i too love when he sit like a people
@finwe77 well now i want to see luke cooking for HIS mando and din being a brave soldier and saying no he's totally fine and then putting the helmet back on to cover his tears and sipping blue milk thru a straw
im like 60% sure thats that aussie dog show but i dont think im qualified to answer this
@stars-are-watching ohhhh nooooo what a shaaaame!!!!! you just HAVE to!!!!!!!
also dw i won't be going on THAT aggressive a cal kestis lockdown. i mean... i imagine you're gonna be seeing a lot of him here for a few days but--
i have to say cal's basic bitch bracca poncho, legally
--- SEVERE JEDI SURVIVOR SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!
WHERE TO START!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN I SAY ALL OF IT???? EVEN IF IT EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATED ME??????
it's probably the cute mantis fam scene before everything goes to shit. theyre all being so domestic and adorable and MERRICAL!! KISS!!!!!!!!!!!! MERRICAL!!!!! cal deserves nice things even tho for the entire cutscene i was thinking "this feels exactly like a scene in another game where we're meant to be going to the final location tomorrow but then my allies betray me" AND WELL.
even if it emotionally obliterated me i also loved the entire bit after bc SO MUCH. HAPPENED. like???????? thE SHOCK OF BODE even if i was getting a bit sus of him after the dagan fight I STILL DIDNT SEE IT COMING AND I WAS SO UPSET AND THEN HE WAS A JEDI AND THEN PLAYING AS CERE!??!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!??! I WAS GRINNING SO HARD BC OMG COOL EVEN IF CAL IS LIKE. MAYBE NOT OKAY RN THE FUN OF PLAYING AS HER WAS TOO MUCH. AND THEN. HOLY SHITTING FUCK I HAD NOT EVEN THE SLIGHTEST INKLING VADER WAS GONNA SHOW UP. I GASPED SO FUCKIN LOUD LMAO. IT WAS SUCH A GREAT FIGHT, VADER IS SO SCARY, AND I LOVE FIGHT SCENES W HIM BC YOU KNOW FROM BOTH A TACTICAL AND NARRATIVE STANDPOINT YOU CANNOT WIN AND GOD. THE LIGHTSABER FAKEOUT. DOES RESPAWN KNOW THEIR MEAT IS HUGE.
i am a big enough person to admit i cried twice and the bit after this was one of those times <3
BUT YEAH probably fave bit is the cute pre-emotional obliteration moment
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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 3
While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.
Relevant tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut (not for a few chapters still), Canon-Typical Violence
Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!
Read the full fic so far on AO3
Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2
Chapter 3 summary: The mysterious woman rescued by Crosshair comes to on the Marauder. Rather than interrogate why he decided to save her, Crosshair decides to antagonize her, because that's who he is.
“Hey, hey. Easy now.” Hunter appeased the woman like a wounded animal, crouching to her level, hands held out carefully in front of him. Crosshair rolled his eyes.
“I hardly think she needs consoling,” he intoned sibilantly. “She did take out four troopers on her own.”
“That you know of,” the woman muttered under her breath. “Where’s my gear?” she demanded, shifting herself into a seated position.
“Careful there. Hang on just a minute,” Hunter continued. Crosshair could barely stand it when Hunter was like this; gentle, cajoling, infantilizing. He didn’t see why the woman ought to be treated with kid gloves. “You’re hurt pretty bad,” the Sergeant continued. “Just rest up, and we can help you out. What’s your name?”
“Who’s asking?” The woman was defensive, distrustful. As she scanned the Marauder, Crosshair felt like he could see the gears turning behind her eyes, sizing them up. Wondering what she had gotten herself into, and how she could get herself out of it.
“I’m Hunter. That’s Tech, Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair. We’re not going to hurt you. Crosshair said Imperials were after you, so he took you back to our ship.”
Tech, the most direct among them—with the possible exception of the sniper himself—got straight to the point. “How did you find yourself out there?”
The woman eased up a bit, but continued to be less-than-forthcoming. “I could ask you the same thing.”
The squad looked at one another. “We weren’t the ones crash-landing in a stolen shuttle,” Echo pointed out.
This time, the woman remained silent.
Hunter decided to take a different tactic, easing up on the interrogation. “Not too chatty, eh?” He chuckled.
“I’m sure I could find a way to get her to talk,” Crosshair interrupted suggestively, earning him a stern glance from his brother.
Hunter turned back to her. “Ignore him. Look, we get it. We’re not exactly friends of the Empire, either, and you never know who to trust. We’re on our way to Ord Mantell. It’s going to be a few hours, but there’s a spaceport there. Take some time to recover, and then you can be on your way.” He exited, taking the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit alongside Echo.
Tech reached for her leg to continue treating her injuries, but the woman shrank back. He regarded her seriously from behind his goggles. “Your recovery will be significantly longer if you do not receive treatment,” he observed pointedly.
“Fine,” the woman grumbled, allowing him to take her leg into his hands and begin again. The blaster looked to have only grazed her calf, and soon Tech was sitting back.
“Please remove the clothing over your torso. I need to examine and wrap your ribs,” he requested politely. Crosshair raised an eyebrow, waiting to see the woman’s reaction. She began peeling off her poncho, unbuckling her holsters, finally unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a cropped band beneath, which exposed the flesh of her ribs and belly. She moved slowly, but not self-consciously, caring less about undressing in front of the men than about minimizing the pain. Crosshair took it in, his eyes raking over the fine line of her collarbone, the sweat dripping down to disappear between her breasts, her winces, the soft curves of her hip, the purple bruising that bloomed all over her torso. He noticed a small tattoo on her ribs, but the discoloration was too extreme for him to make out what it was. A puckering of the skin on her abdomen just to the right of her belly button provided evidence of earlier wounds, and he wondered hungrily what the scar would feel like under his fingertips. When he met her eyes, she was glaring; he returned the gaze with a raised brow, amused.
Her anger flickered, interrupted briefly by pain as Tech undertook his work. “What’s your problem?” she demanded.
“Just enjoying the show.”
“Please do not antagonize her, Crosshair,” his brother admonished. The sniper smirked, thinking that he wasn’t the only one a little bit pleased; Tech’s fingers seemed, to him, like they were dwelling a little unnecessarily long against the woman’s skin as he tucked the bandages into place.
A moment later, he was looking down the barrel of Tech’s sidearm. The woman had taken advantage of his brother’s focus on her injuries to unholster it from his hip.
“Say that again,” she warned. She had a steely edge to her voice that thrilled him. He only smirked wider. The rest of the squad had already raised their own weapons in turn, a series of metallic clicks echoing from their various positions around the ship indicating that she was outnumbered. She lowered the blaster, slowly, and tossed it to the floor.
Tech retrieved it and stood, unbothered, as the rest of the squad returned to their tasks. This was not the first passenger aboard the Marauder to pull a gun on one of them, and the sniper deserved it a little. “Crosshair, she has a concussion. Keep her awake.”
“Oh, goody,” came his reply as his brother left them to it.
The woman pressed a palm to her forehead before running her hand through her long, silvery hair. There were some leaves tangled in it. He wondered idly if she’d try to break his fingers if he reached over and plucked them out. “Can I at least have my pack?” She sounded more exhausted than defeated, like she had simply run out of the energy to sustain herself.
Crosshair pulled her pack from the shelf where it had been stored behind him, rolling his toothpick between his lips from one side of his mouth to the other.
“Anything… dangerous… in here I should know about?” he asked, meeting her eyes.
“Dangerous?” Between the pain and exhaustion, the woman almost looked amused. “Not me. I avoid danger. Just trying to make a life in a nice, quiet corner of the galaxy.”
“I’m sure the hijacked Imperial shuttle was all a misunderstanding, then.” He glanced through the contents of her pack, removing a few knives before returning it to her. She didn’t take the bait, busying herself instead with dumping some of the contents of a leather pouch—what appeared to be dried leaves, giving off a grassy, bitter smell—into a mug that looked to be made out of a hollowed gourd. She heated a thermos of water with an auto-camp kit, poured some into the mug, and finally sipped the beverage through a filtered metal straw, leaning back against the wall with a sigh.
“Habit I picked up on Endor,” she replied to Crosshair’s raised eyebrow.
Tech was evidently still listening from the cockpit, nosy about their passenger. “There is no civilization on Endor,” he countered. “It is inhabited only by hostile primitives.”
“I’ve seen how civilization is defined in the Galactic Empire. I prefer to spend my time with the primitives.” Her tone was mostly even, but the sniper thought he heard traces of venom in her words.
Crosshair decided to take this cue to restart the interrogation. “Is that little… ideological disagreement… how you ended up shot?” She sipped at her tea impassively, meeting his eyes but refusing to take the bait again. He would have to go on needling her to get the reaction he wanted, poking and prodding to find the limits of her self-control.
He had liked that steely edge earlier, but that wasn’t exactly what he was looking for. Nor did he care about the determination—what had been on her face as she dove behind cover and exchanged fire with the troopers, what was still detectable in her expression now as she tamped down her emotions, waiting to reveal her hand until she could thoroughly evaluate the strangers she found herself at the mercy of.
What he wanted was to draw out the woman she’d shown him before she’d known he was watching through his scope: the rage, the frustration. The despair. The pain. And yes, that gentle glimmer on her face when she’d thought she was at her end, meeting her death not with fear, but the certainty—perhaps, even, the hope—that it had come time to let go. The real reason, which he would never tell his brothers, that he had decided not to let them kill her.
End Note: How many times do you think someone has pulled a gun on Crosshair because he was being a little shit? It feels like probably a lot.
#bad batch#clone force 99#star wars#the bad batch#clone wars fanfiction#tbb season 3#tbb hunter#clone trooper tech#tbb tech#tbb crosshair#tbb fanfiction
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A full character analysis on PERO TOVAR from the film THE GREAT WALL.
I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED
FULL CHARACTER STUDY:
Basic Details:
Full Name: Pero Tovar
Nickname(s): Tovar - mostly referred to as Tovar instead of Pero in the film
Appears in: The Great Wall, 2016 (first appearance on screen seen at approx. 01:49 in a group horse ride, more of a close up at approx. 2:22)
Age (if known): Unconfirmed, appearance and experience would estimate between mid/late 30's to early 40's
Nationality: European/Spanish
Sexuality: Unknown/not confirmed
Family: Unknown/not confirmed
Spouse/Partner: Unknown/not confirmed
Relationship Status: Unknown/not confirmed
Current Living Status: Alive
Languages Spoken: Spanish, English
Education: Unknown/not confirmed
Occupation:
Job Role/Title: Mercenary, master swordsman
Special Skill(s): Sword fighting, battle tactics
Notable Colleague(s): William Garin
Distinguishing Features:
Tattoo(s): None
Piercings: None
Scar(s): Scar across left eye that covers both the top through the eyebrow and the bottom below the socket - origin unknown
Other Markings: None noted
Prominent Feature(s): Scar across left eye, full facial beard which is later shaved down to a dark scruff. Moustache, dark lined eyes, long curly hair later which is cut shorter later
Injuries: Scar across left eye, origin of how he got it is unknown, assumed war wound through previous battles
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Personality:
Traits: surly, determined, cunning
Tovar's accent is European when speaking in English. He's from Spain, although not confirmed from which region, and speaks with a Spanish dialect throughout the film.
In Pedro's own words, "Tovar is a mercenary, a solider of fortune who will fight under any flag if the price is right." This would suggest he does not fight for honour, but for payment.
Tovar's main objective in the film is to acquire Black Powder and will go to any means to get it, including betraying his oldest friend and comrade, William. However William knows Tovar too well and forgives him.
It's prudent to assume Tovar is intelligent in the sense he is acutely aware of his surroundings and meticulous with planning.
Tovar is a master swordsman, skilled with his sword and sabre on the battlefield.
Tovar isn't an exhibitionist, he is reluctant to help William show off his skills to the General, and insists he would rather eat. However, he and William seemingly work in sync with one another on the battlefield, knowing and able to predict each others moves with fluidity, which one can assume is from years of being mercenaries together.
Tovar lures the first Tao Tei they fight, using a bull fighting technique with red cloth, lining it up for the kill by William. Bull fighting originated in Spain.
Tovar has a surly, often jaded view, and also instils some wry humour into his speech.
Judging by his bedraggled appearance in the beginning of the film, with long curled hair to his shoulders and a fully grown out beard, it is evident Tovar and William have been travelling and living off the land for quite some time. Ballard states they "smell like animals." Judging by how Tovar gorges on the food, it would also suggest he's not had a good meal in a long time too.
The film is set in the 11th century, during the time of The Crusades. Pero's sword is reminiscent of this era, suggesting he possibly fought in The Crusades or stole the sword, or acquired it some other way.
Fashion/Outfits:
Outfit 1 - (Opening scene) Hooded poncho cape, with full suited armour and chainmail, including boots
Outfit 2 - (Most scenes in the film thereafter) Tovar has variations of his outfit, consisting of small changes such as his belt, leather and cuirass
Outfit 3 - (Escaping with Black Powder) Tovar has a Nameless Order style armour in black, with a hooded black cape
Outfit 4 - (In the stocks) Tovar's outer armour and chainmail is discarded and he is in a dark grey linen undershirt and dark pants
Outfit 5 - (Leaving the Great Wall) Tovar is back in his original armor he wore when he first arrived
Accessories: Weapons, poncho, fingerless gloves
Tovar's Nameless Order armour (dusty here from shooting, however it is black):
Weapons Used:
Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)
Tovar has his own steel broad sword and leather sheath. The sword has a red crucifix on the handle. The broad sword has the latin phrase 'DEUS DET MIHI VIRES' inscribed along the blade, which translates to 'God give me strength'. The sword bears familiarity to those commonly used in The Crusades.
Tovar has his own sabre and sheath. The sabre has a gold plated handle, encrusted with gems in colours of green, pink, and clear.
Tovar has two daggers; a full dagger with a leather sheath - which we see him holding in a scene in the film - and a half dagger. We don't see the half dagger used in the film
Tovar has a Red Eagle Corps sword and sheath, which is not seen or used in the final cut of the film
Tovar later wields a large axe in battle alongside William against the Tao Tei, which he throws with precision and it hits the Tao Tei directly in the head between the eyes, suggesting Pero has exceptional aim.
Modes of Transport:
Vehicle(s):
Tovar travels on horseback due to the time period the film was set, he is seen riding a dark brown stallion.
Dialogue:
🗨 See Pero's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.
Further Character Links (if any):
On Set With Pedro Pascal - The Great Wall, Behind The Scenes on The Great Wall, Behind the Scenes Featurette, The Great Wall, A Look Inside Featurette
Weapons and costume info sourced from Propstore Auctions
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED
#pero tovar#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#PPCU#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal character study#pero tovar the great wall#the great wall#pedro pascal character analysis
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How about Sev/Glitch and "fill, separation, registration"? (Asdfghjkl those are genuine results i got and i have the screenshots to prove it lmfao)
how far is kashyyyk from draay 2 i wonder? (i did not check *handwave handwave*) you get one definite prompt fulfilled and vibes on the other two.
Sev is four places back from the head of the line when his attention gets drawn. “Where is your registration,” the droid intones, and a far too familiar voice responds.
“Here, you see my registration,” the clone says in a smooth cadence. He sounds like… Bard’ika trying to mind-rub some two-cred lowlife.
Does he really think he can use the Force? Does he think it’ll work on a droid? As far as Sev knows, it doesn’t. That guy is so screwed.
He doesn’t have a registered chain code either; Sev had been planning on trying to jam or slice his way past the tinnie. He needs to get off this waystation just as badly as the other clone seems to.
The droid is making increasingly obstinate noises, so Sev shoulders past the queue and steps up. “Give my brother here a pass, bolt-brain, or we’ll start realigning your vital circuitry, cozen?”
“Attempted security breach has been reported, please proceed to the waiting area without further deviation,” the droid says, and that’s enough for Sev. Who knows what it’s called down upon them.
He busts its bucket and proceeds somewhere decidedly other than where they’ve been instructed to. “Let’s go,” he growls, manhandling the other clone along with him by a firm grip on his bicep.
He hasn’t seen another clone in months. He’s not leaving him behind, not like some guys might.
“Hi,” the clone says, sarcastically hysterical, “how are you? I’m just fine, thanks for ruining my plan to keep my head down and get through here quietly, appreciate it!”
“You’re kriffing welcome, di’kut,” Sev says. “You’re plan wasn’t working, I improvised and adapted it. You packing heat?”
“Do I look like I—through a security checkpoint? You’re insane. You’re insane! Let go, I can kriffing well walk on my own. Insane,” he mutters, capping off his tirade.
“Sev, actually, a commando,” he introduces himself.
“Glitch,” the trooper grudgingly responds. “And I do have, uh…” At this juncture he flashes open his poncho a bit to reveal a honest-to-goodness lightsaber.
He does think he’s a Jedi!
Alarms have begun going off around them. Sev moves faster, as quickly as he can on his fucked leg. Glitch sees it, ducks under his arm, and loops his arm around Sev’s waist, seamlessly falling into step and taking weight off the injury.
It’s been even longer than the last time he saw his squad since Sev’s been touched, and he flinches, accidentally making overly honest eye-contact with the Jedi-clone. Now’s not the time to be thinking about the heat and press of a body against his vulnerable side, the comforting heft of a brother under his arm, the familiarity and the disparity of it being a total stranger.
Glitch is startled by it too, and his tongue reflexively darts out to wet his lips.
“So, Commando, you want to, hmmm, share the rest of our escape plan?” he asks, and Sev ruthlessly jerks his brain back into tactical mode.
First they have to make it out of here, and then they can figure out …everything else.
Lost Boys 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51594406
#writing prompt#ask answered#fanfiction#cloneshipping#clones#repcomm#legends comics#sev rc-1207#clone trooper glitch#the plan is blow shit up#they do make it out and then make out about it#get on each others last nerve constantly#what an excellent dynamic#if i do say so myself#thanks for the prompt!
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He's borrowing Dainix's poncho- for tactical reasons only! It's not like he likes it or anything 😶
@comicaurora
#the mountain flower art#comic aurora#aurora comic#aurora#comicaurora#aurora webcomic#falst aurora#dainix aurora#crustables#falnix#dainix x falst#falst#dainix#aurora fanart#fanart#comic aurora fanart#aurora comic fanart#digital drawing#digital art#art#digital illustration#illustration#mlm ship#mlm#achillian ship#achillian#ferinheit#dainix/falst#tactical boyfriends
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My Shining Pearl Artlocke Nuzlocke challenge
I did this when the games came out. I was trying to make the game hard because I already knew it was going to be too easy.
Here are my rules:
-Catch only the first Pokémon in each area;
-Name them; (naming theme - villagers from animal crossing)
-draw them;
-fainting = death;
-draw how they died;
-no items in battle;
-no legendaries;
-level cap = to next leader’s ace;
-game mode = set;
-no in-game trades;
-dupes clause, for the sake of variety.
Starter: Turtwig
Name: Flora
Nature: Rash
Ability: Overgrow
Route 201: Starly
Name: Apollo
Nature: Naughty
Ability: Keen eye
Route 202: nothing... a kricketot fainted to a crit by Apollo.
Route 204: Bidoof
Name: Chip
Nature: Gentle
Ability: Simple
Route 218: Magikarp
Name: Hopkins
Nature: Gentle
Ability: Swift swim
Route 203: Kricketot
Name: Piper
Nature: Hasty
Ability: Shed skin
First Death: Chip I was grinding near Oreburgh Gate. Chip as already in the red and I wanted to go back to heal. ran into a starly and it didn't let me run. I was looking forward to using Chip more. His abiliti was good NGL. RIP
Oreburgh gate: Zubat
Name: Celeste
Nature: Sassy
Ability: Inner focus
Route 207: Geodude
Name: Renée
Nature: Sassy
Ability: Rock head
Oreburgh mine: Onix
Name: Spike
Nature: Quiet
Ability: Sturdy
Piper evolved into DELELELEWOOOOOOOOP. Her ability is now Swarm.
going into the first Gym, this is my team. I have a flawless strategy, don't worry. (spam the "do grass damage" button)
I ended up just using Piper. She’s holding a metronome so I just spammed rock smash for an easy win.
Apollo Evolved and gained the ability intimidate.
Valley Windworks: Buizel
Name: Marina
Nature: Bold
Ability: Swift Swim
Flora evolved.
Route 205: Pachirisu
Name: Tasha
Nature: Lax
Ability: Pickup
This is my team for the grass Gym. I didn't catch anything on route 211 because Celeste decided to kill a meditite encounter, so, no new mon and no fire type...
Celeste and Piper had a little trouble with Roserade but we did it with my BIG BRAIN tactics! who needs fire types? then Celeste evolved... and a level later she evolved again! Now that I have a Crobat I can safely say this run is in the bag!
Hopkins evolved and now I have a killing machine with intimidate!
btw, I didn't catch anything on route 211 and 206 because Celeste likes crits.
Wayward cave: Bronzor (Gible spawns here btw...)
Name: Clay
Nature: Naughty
Ability: Levitate
Renée evolved and I'm very surprised, I never used geodude before, she's quite good.
then, I remembered the old Chateau and went back to get me a mon.
Old Chateau: Gastly
Name: Lucky
Nature: Adamant
Ability: Levitate
Mount Coronet: Meditite
Name: Poncho
Nature: Serious
Ability: Pure power
route 208 - Psyduck died to a crit.
route 209 - didn't find a new mon yes. Dupes Clause.
Route 210: Ponyta
Name: Victoria
Nature: Careful
Ability: Flash fire
I went into the 3rd gym with this team but a bit weaker. Beat it with Apollo, Hopkins and Celeste but it wasn’t easy.
death 2 - Lucky. He died to a Mime Jr. of all things... I was leveling him up and I thought he could take on a shitty Mime Jr. RIP
A guy gave an egg to me in hearthome, it hatched:
Hearthome city: Happiny
Name: Merengue
Nature: Quirky
Ability: Serene grace
Route 209: Bonsly
Name: Coco
Nature: Careful
Ability: Rock head
Finally found a fossil undergrownd:
Oreburg City: Shieldon
Name: Rhonda
Nature: Timid
Ability: Sturdy
Happiny shoved a rock into her cooch and evolved.
And that's the end of part one!
To be continued!
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/cubic-watermelon/724830775856513024/my-trash-dump
#pokemon#shining#pearl#nuzlocke#artlocke#I don't feel like naming all the pokemon I posted here sorry#art
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Finally on a Wednesday
Aquillacan Carabineers Rough Riders are progressing
Jaguar Knights
Loco Lobos
Sombrero Sicarios
The other guys
The Jaguar Knights and the Loco Lobos are supposed to be wearing the skins of Deadly predators. Space Jaguars and Star Wolves, ect.
The Lance tips and the cloth armor are made from Eldar Wraithbone. As stated before they get the Wraithbone from Eldar Exodite Silkworms native to their planet. Because their Homeworld of Ørnverden was originally an Eldar Exodite Maiden World. Its also why they ride Eldar Exodite Dinosaurs.
The kilts are from the leg molds. The Molds are ment for Mordian/Praetorian type dress uniforms, and its supposed to be the bottom of their dress coats. I was able to make it work for the Jaguars and Lobos. They convincingly look like the top and botom portions are just one long shirt. But with the Cloth armor and shirtless models, that doesn't fly. So I decided they're actually Tactical Camo Ponchos that can be folded up and worn as Kilts when not needed. The Jaguars and Lobos don't wear them for Honor reasons. Their Regalia is ment to be seen, Like Astartes and the Chapter Iconography on their armor.
Edit: fixed spelling of Jaguar.
#art wip#wip wednesday#miniature painting#scale model#warhammer#warhammer 40k#40k#homebrew#astra militarum#imperial guard#rough riders#Aquillacan Carabineers
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https://twitter.com/butchanarchy/status/1423367180234551298
Extended metaphor on accountability:
A group of us are painting a home interior together. I have taken up the task of climbing up a ladder and painting the trim along the ceiling.
The problem is: I keep dropping the paint can on the head of anyone who happens to come near me.
[image ID: Cartoon image of a person standing next to a ladder that’s leaning up against a wall. A paint can is falling off of the ladder and pouring paint all over them. It is clear that the paint can will also likely strike them in the head. /end image ID]
The first time it happens, no one gets hurt and everyone is generally accepting that mistakes happen and, so long as I offer a genuine apology to my fellow painter and help clean up, I can continue my role as ceiling trim painter.
But it keeps happening. Perhaps not every time, but way more frequently than it ever should. More people are covered in paint, all nursing pumps on their head, and many are incredibly wary of coming anywhere near the wall I’m working on.
It is reasonable, at this point, for everyone to recognize that—for whatever reason and regardless of my intentions—I cannot be trusted to use those resources and be in that position without hurting someone. Something’s got to change.
Now, if I take seriously the harm that dropping paint cans on the heads of my fellow painters (even if it’s accidental!) I will either volunteer to get off the ladder, or at least graciously accept my fellows’ requests that I do so.
Perhaps, if I really really wanted to one day be allowed back on the ladder, I could study my own actions and figure out why I keep knocking the paint can off or maybe practice with people who have the space and time to teach me how to do it without hurting anyone.
Maybe instead I don’t take the harm so seriously. Maybe I shrug and say “it’s no big deal, it’s just paint!” or “it’s your fault for coming so close to me and my ladder to begin with!” or “if you all are so worried about it you should just wear helmets and ponchos.”
In this situation, my fellow painters would likely tell me that, regardless, I need to get off the ladder and let someone else step in so we can continue our project in safety. They would also be right to feel hurt that I am so dismissive of their injuries.
If I still refuse to get off the ladder, it would be absolutely reasonable for everyone to stop working with me or remove me from the ladder, perhaps even lock me out of the house if I insist on trying to get back to that position.
They go to bat for me. They protect me from being removed from the ladder. They attack the people I’ve already dropped paint on and tell them how if they hadn’t done X then they wouldn’t be covered in paint and sporting bruises. They even bring me more paint!
If everyone who opposes me leaves because they don’t want to risk getting hurt anymore, then I get to cement my position of power and also blame them for how little will get done now: “They all abandoned our project and THAT’S the reason we can’t get this house painted!”
The people who remain are either in my corner, or afraid enough that they stay silent. Maybe they don a helmet and a poncho or just tactically avoid getting too close to my ladder. Likely, we’ll bring new people in to help on the project who are ignorant of what’s been happening.
At that point, this whole process will happen again every time I knock another can on someone’s head. Does our project get done? Clearly not, or at least not at the rate it could be. On top of that, relationships of trust that make a project like that possible would be shattered.
Everyone in that project will be walking on eggshells, and will not feel safe to do their work. The people who defend my position on the ladder/in the project will be working overtime—not for our project—but to continuously justify their support for me.
Was asking me to get off the ladder an unreasonable request? Clearly not. Anyone who reads this story would find it far more absurd that I and the people around me are so invested in keeping me at a position that results in wasted resources and injured painters.
So why, then, is it seen as so unreasonable to ask the same from people who have a pattern of engaging in abuse, harassment, or other harm in our social projects? Why is it seen as so reasonable to keep them in their positions of power they use to enact that harm?
Asking people to take steps back from positions in community where they repeatedly enact harm is NOT “carceral logic” it is community defense. Anyone who takes seriously the harm they do will also gladly take that step back and figure out how to do differently in the future.
Our projects are absolutely sabotaged by people (and their supporters) avoiding accountability like this. Necessary trust is broken, people get harmed, see no accountability, and leave, and new people take their place and experience the same.
If you want to understand why we have such a hard time keeping our projects cohesive and meaningful, this is a MAJOR part. No one can do the work if they have to always live in fear of the people they are doing the work with or can’t trust them to care about their safety.
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Now that it’s established that Vel is Mon Monthma’s cousin makes it interesting interpretation to suggest that the both use their position as established upper class to mask their true selves and beliefs. Does this new family dynamic suggest that they learned pragmatism at home? I’d like to think so. It opens up so many questions. Were they recruited as a pair? If not, which was recruited first?
In 1.07, Vel dawns cloak worn off the shoulder cloak of what looks to be a suiting fabric, the color a darker shade of Petrol, lined with a light gray color. Both the shirt and wide leg pants are both in black, and as such the palette is very similar to the previous color scheme. Her dress outfit is paired with pants and chunky heeled boots. Although, it is not necessarily a practical pair of boots, like the pair she wears for the Aldhani arc. Being queer, I do personally prefer her in the much more masculine look from Aldhani arc. Underneath the (shared!) poncho and sherpa jacket, her base outfit is practical. Just as it is queer coded as it consists of a tactical gorka, and the base of her boots a pair of Doc Martens. Space Doc Martens. (Really, go look.) All of which gave the initial read that she wasn’t straight, besides the body language with Cinta.
With all of that said, I think that both of her Coruscant outfits are symbolic of what she is escaping. What Vel is rebelling against, so to speak.
In 1.09 whilst visiting, Vel again shifts back into this guise. She seemingly breezes in for a visit that surprise Mon Mothma brings gifts, including a fairly mature looking gown for Leida as a present from her “trip”, which excuses the six month absence. It’s an elegant ruse. Realistically, Vel’s privilege affords her, to some extent, the same luxuries as Mon, as it is also a chance to share news about the Rebellion with Mon Mothma. At least snippets of conversations about it.
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It’s another outfit with a statement piece of outerwear, silver jewelry, a cigarette cut pair pants and boots. She is seemingly comfortable this way. There is a certain kind of practicalness, the outfits are dressier yet not over the top with fussy layering. The wrapped tunic is a little looser fitting, in a light color tint of gray in an opulent fabric, with muted gold trim and kimono sleeves that are trimmed again with gold. The color palette still muted, while the textiles are a little softer. It looks like Vel’s tunic is shot silk, which is just as opulent as what Mon Mothma has worn. Visually, she fits right into this familial scene. Although we know that the conversation is not entirely pleasant.
There is something to be said about how a number of Chandrullian outfits have have robes and decorative garments with distinctly Asian influences, Tay Kolma’s introductory party outfit, all of Perrin’s garments so far. Even Vel’s sherpa coat on Aldhani has the wrap closure and a wider leather belt with trim that reads as an obi. Perhaps that is an early sort of nod of her heritage back in 1.04?
Between both looks, Vel is fairly consistent. She has the same set of jewelry in both appearances. The hammered silver metal bangle, larger statement rings, with the hammered collars are masculine in both shape and design. In silhouette, it’s a draping looser garment with a similar hemlines.
When ready to depart, her outwear is a bronzed gold color with a high rolled collar with wide lapels, which is a similar neckline that her cousin has worn. Yet, between the two of them it is the more stark color. Framed against the landing area of Mon Mothma’s apartments, the bronzed gold is the bolder of colors and it suits her. Vel clearly held her own against Perrin’s asinine comments about looking for a husband and Mothma looks amused by the exchange. She knows. Vel is also fully committed to the cause and unlike her cousin, Vel is not afraid to actively participate and to get her hands dirty. Particularly after 1.08, Vel repeats Cinta’s words back to her cousin. Perhaps it is Vel’s youth or her position of simply being a rich girl seeking to escape her family that has given her the drive to be a more active participant in the rebellion.
It is a juxtaposition to Mon Mothma whose color palette traditionally consist of Champagne colors and the faintest tints of colors. Symbolically, she stayed subdued so that her carefully crafted persona as the Senator from Chandrila take center stage. Unlike Vel, Mothma has to be much more guarded.
In the dining scene, Mon perhaps one of her most casual outfits of the season. The garment reads within a more modern fashion sensibility and context as a housecoat. In its less structured softer fabrics, less structured and its informality, it’s for lounging and visiting family. It’s a softer garment than her other looks this season which feature structured and highly tailored outfits of layers of wools, against silk. Cohesively the outfits are polished and the style lines of the garments are so precise that they will match from one layer to the other. It give the impression of armor. It is important to note that Mon Mothma departs from the Senate and is only informed of her cousin’s arrival shortly after. She arrives in that armor for battle at the Senate, her ‘temple’, and changed into the housecoat.
There is something lovely at seeing the pair of them together. The asymmetrical hemline and drape of Vel’s coat, match Mon’s house coat although it is slightly less practical with the train. It seemingly suggests that they are cut from a similar cloth.
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