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elthadriel · 1 month

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(predictable request) codyfox? ❤️

There are cams all over Kamino, but not everywhere. Learning where the blind spots are is as valuable as any skill Seventeen teaches them.

Cody gets to latemeal before Tens. He sits with Bly, who doesn't apologise for his role in Tens sabotage during the training sim, but also doesn’t comment when Cody mostly ignores him, watching Tens arrive, collect his tray and sit on the edge of another group of command cadets. Cody will find a way to even the score with Bly later. Tens is the more pressing concern.

Tens looks up once, catches Cody watching, sneers , and deliberately doesn’t look back at him. It’s an increasingly familiar sort of anger that Tens ignoring him pulls out of Cody. It’s hot and squirming and overwhelms all the steady consideration that makes him one of the best.

The best.

Or he would be if Tens would stop screwing him over.

He clenches his jaw, his face hot, his fist clenched.

He knows where the blind spots are between here and their pods, he’ll take care of this.

Tens eats slowly, acting like he’s listening to the conversation going on around him, pushing food around his tray, and rarely actually putting anything in his mouth. As though Cody can’t be patient.

Oh-Six and Blitz join Cody and Bly, eat, and leave. Bly finishes his own food and puts down his fork, but waits silently until Tens finally stands. Bly looks over his shoulder and follows suit, picking up both his and Cody’s trays.

“I’ll cover for you both,” he says. “Don’t leave marks where Seventeen will see.”

Cody clicks his tongue. He doesn’t need the advice—none of them are unfamiliar with unsanctioned fighting. Cody is on his feet the moment Tens is out of the room. He moves quickly to catch up, but he already knows it won’t be necessary. Tens is a slippery maggot, but he’s not a coward.

Cody catches up with him just a corridor out from the mess hall. Tens does turn then, glancing once over his shoulder and ducks into a fresher.

“Out,” he snaps to the room. Cody doesn’t recognise the cadet that dashes out past him, still tucking himself away. He’s got some survival instincts at least.

There’s cams in the fresher, but they don’t cover the back corner. It’s a small space to fight in—they’ll need to be careful—but that just plays to Cody’s advantage.

“Always such a sore loser, Twenty-Four,” Tens says, backing up into that blind corner. Cody wasn’t expecting regret, but Tens’ self-satisfaction makes Cody’s face heat and his heart pound furiously behind his ribs.

“I’m not the one who had to cry to Bly for help,” Cody snaps. One more step and he’s out of sight of the cams and firmly within arms reach of Tens.

Tens’ nostrils flare. “What makes you think I went to him? I’m not the only one sick of your shit.”

Best to avoid the face—Seventeen will notice a split lip.

Cody steps forward. Tens lashes out before Cody is totally out of line of sight. Cody blocks, and it degrades from there. There’s no space to back up, now they’re grappling they’re trapped until one of them gives up.

Cody catches Tens in the side, Tens twists him into a hold that makes Cody’s shoulder burn to slip out of. Cody shoves Tens back against the wall. Tens’ hands bury themselves in Cody’s shirt to shove him back, his mouth twists in a snarl.

Tens mouth is as much teeth as lips under Cody’s mouth. The hands in his shirt pull him closer. Cody has the advantage, he has Tens pinned. Tens’ back is to the wall, Cody trapping him there with his own body. He could really hurt Tens.

Tens’ mouth is wetter than Cody would have expected, and their lips make loud smacking sounds. Cody’s heard hammers and Fox’s pulse flutters under Cody’s hand.

Cody brings his knee up between Tens’ legs.

Ten makes a very satisfying wheeze and Cody pulls away.

“You got off easy,” Cody tells him. “Pull that again and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Tens demands, sneering through his grimace, hands cupped between his legs. “Kiss me harder?”

Cody scoffs—Tens had kissed him.

Cody turns, wiping at his mouth. He got the little shit good at least, and Seventeen won’t be interested in checking down there.

He runs his tongue over his lips and swears he can still taste Tens.

#codyfox #cloneshipping #my fic #they're so dumb #I love them

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clonebrainrot · 1 month

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You know I wonder if anyone has done the math to see what the chances are of a named clone dying or not.

If you think about it let’s go down the list and I am going to do some quick math

TLDR with the bad batch included clones have a probability to survive at 68% without them included they have a probability of just 54%

This is done by using characters who appeared in multiple episodes or appeared once in TCW and then in ROTS Math below.

Warning this includes spoilers up to episode 7 of the bad batch season 3

If you can think of enough clones who appeared in multiple episodes or projects I will include them in another revised version.

Kix (alive)1

Jessie (dead)1

Hardcase (dead) 2

Rex (Alive) 2

Wolffe (alive) 3

Fives (dead) 3

Waxer (dead) 4

Boil (alive) 4

Fox (dead) 5

Nemec (dead) 6

Fireball (Dead) 7

Sinker (alive) 7

Boost (alive) 8

Ridge (dead) 8

Vaughn (dead) 9

Cut Lawquane (alive) 9

Hawk (alive) 10

Bly (alive) 11

Gree (Dead) 10

Cody (alive) 12

Howzer (alive) 13

Tech (Dead/alive he’s schrodinger’s clone)

Crosshair (alive) 14

Echo (alive) 15

Hunter (alive) 16

Wrecker (alive) 17

CX1 (dead) 11

Dogma (alive) 18

Tup (Dead) 12

Oddball (alive) 19

99 (Dead) 13

Havoc (dead) 14

Colt (dead) 15

Blitz (alive) 20

Hammer (alive) 21

Boba (alive) 22

Not counting CX 2 just in case it’s someone on this list

Not including the clone cadets or Omega as there is a 0% chance any of them die so they screw with results (children aren’t going to die in a Star Wars TV-PG show)

Okay I have gone through as many clones as I can think of that appeared in more than one episode of TCW and revenge of the Sith and the bad batch

A clone has a 68% chance of survival as of episode 7 of TBB

However if you remove the bad batch itself a clones survival chances drop to just 54%

Also I just realized I forgot to calculate Scorch being alive (weirdly enough now with the bad batch he has appeared more than almost any clone lol)

#star wars #starwars #the bad batch #TBB #the clone wars #clone wars #clone troopers #clone trooper #ROTS #revenge of the Sith #the bad batch spoilers #TBB spoilers #spoilers TBB

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clonememesfrikyeah · 1 year

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Your all doing it wrong.

The A-17 command batch consists of Cody, Wolffe, Bly, Ponds, Fox and Doom. (Command batches get 6 because I said so.)

The Fordo command batch consists of Bacara, Colt, Blitz, Neyo, Havoc and Hammer.

The Maze command squad consists of Stone, Thire, Bow, Voca, Oddball, and Trauma.

The Stec command squad consists of Gree, Thorn, Monnk, Vill, Keller and Blackout.

The captain batch consists of Rex, Howzer, Keeli, Styles and Grey. They all ended up lumped together as stragglers from lost squads.

Each cadet in the captain squad has a mutual friend/acquaintance in one of the command batches and the command batches are all friends/acquaintances too.

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isabelguerra · 2 months

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having a sick day after the last like two months of stress so im gonna be the most indulgent ive ever been. wizard au has absolutely nothing on this level of indulgence

paranatural pacific rim au. years ago, ed and isabel were drift compatible sibling pilots to the jaegar BLITZ VALHALLA. after a kaiju incident which put Ed out of commission (leg injury), they relocated to the Shatterdome control room and began using that goofy charisma for coordinating Jaegar communications. Dawn Valhalla has since been decommissioned and Isabel co-pilotless, despite her blood thrumming to return to the cockpit. For now, cadet Guerra works as one physical combat specialist alongside:

MAXWELL PUCKETT is the Shatterdome’s newest recruit and rookie drift compatibility director. He heads the department of candidate choreography, using his experience in physical studies to identify potential jaegar co-pilots. He moved from the States due to the recent kaiju resurgence happening alongside the coast, and was recruited by the newly-appointed drowning head of the Jaegar Reinstatement Program, Richard Spender.

ISAAC O’CONNOR is. Um. A.. water.. boy…. maybe?

SCOURGE BEHEMOTH is the first and only Jaegar to ever share a 4-person neural load. Cadets JHONNY, OOP, STEVENS, and RAEL-JESÚS pilot the quad-armed titan — until Scourge is near destroyed fighting against a category 4 kaiju. Cadet Stevens has taken the opportunity to shift his focus towards field research, using his background in cryptosaurology to take over as lead kaiju groupie biologist. Cadet Oop is currently his assistant/supervisor, citing that “someones gotta watch ‘im. Dunno what’d happen if he got ‘leashed on the world alone.” In his own work Prof. Oop coaches what little incoming cadets the program still has. He occasionally works closely with Puckett, Guerra, and... Cadet Rael-Jesús has joined Burger in the Shatterdome control room, keeping their ears alert on deep sea soundwaves that may indicate activity in the Breach. Cadet Jhonny. Well. Cadet Guerra works as one physical combat specialist. Cadet Jhonny works as the other one. He joins Puckett and Guerra in the training facilities. For better or for worse.

The Jaegar program is already in decline. Kaiju keep coming. With each Jaegar the Shatterdome sends, fewer and fewer rangers come back — Dawn and Scourge? They were lucky.

The Shatterdome is growing desperate to stop this — in any way they can. They might even consider… reactivating some old friends.

#‘um katie stephens last name was revealed to be henchman in the latest upda-‘ NOT REAL. NOT REAL. DONT ACCEPT IT. THATS NOT HIS NAME. LALAL #paranatural #prau #something something something — GAUNTLET NOVA #swinging my feet. i should do some laundry before a friend comes over for gravity falls night

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moonlight-tmd · 6 months

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Thoughts on shockblitzbee?

An interesting throuple.

It's similar with BlitzBeeProwl; I see BlitzBee and ProwlBee working out, not really seeing the connection between BlitzProwl, so i suppose they grew closer in their time sharing Bee.

With ShockBlitzBee: i can imagine them being all together but i don't really have an explanation on how. It's kinda tricky with the fact Shockwave is a double-agent.

One idea is that Longarm and Bee became good friends in boot camp, then later Bee went missing and showed up on earth. Then Blitzwing and Lugnut show up and something between Bee and Blitz starts happening.

Then Longarm came to earth with Elite Guard and was relieved to see Bee was alive, Longarm(Shockwave) grown fond of Bee and missed him very much. They go out and mess around in secret sometimes so that Longarm won't lose his reputation as the 'calm and collected Prime'- which he ends up losing anyway when Optimus and Sentinel catch him and Bee playing and drifting in the mud somewhere in the outskirts.

They end up in a weird semi-romantic friendship: Longarm(Shockwave) wants to be with Bee but doesn't know how to handle a relationship with being a double-agent, Bee has only started dating Blitz and he doesn't want Blitz thinking he's cheating on him or something but at the same time he wants to be with Longarm.

It gets even weirder when the 3 meet cuz- Longarm(Shockwave) and Blitzwing work together so they can't really hurt one another, but Bee is there so they have to fight- especially since Longarm is an Elite Guard. Blitz and Bee can't hurt each other cuz they're dating- but there is an Elite Guard around so they'll have to fight, but Blitzwing knows that the 'con in disguise will know he's pulling punches on the scout, all while the Stretchy-Prime is completely unaware of the whole romance thing between them!

So they're just stuck in this awkward circle until Longarm just straight up picks up Bee and runs. And i mean runs- this mf gets on stilts and before you know it he's a mile away.

I dunno how the confession and the aftermath will be. Maybe it can be mixed in with Cons Are Good AU?

Blitz and Bee are dating, then Megs finds out and Bee gets a premium pass to the Decepticon base and Shockwave finds out. At first he's devastated but the moment Bee mentions he also likes a friend of his named Longarm- maybe there is hope.

One night when Blitz is sent to patrol and Bee is at the 'con base(kidnapped again), Shockwave pulls him to some desolate part to talk. He tells him how much his 'friend' Longarm cares about him and that he'd do anything to protect him, including what happened in boot camp. Bee asks why he knew all of that and Shock reveals himself to be Longarm.

Bee argues and doesn't want to listen but Longarm forces him to- he tells him how bad Wasp was; he didn't bully only Bee, he bullied a whole lot of other cadets too. The same cadets that were reported 'missing'. But Longarm knew it was a cover-up to not spread the panic because those bots committed suicide, he himself found lethal substances hidden in their quarters. Bee was on the edge of doing the same before Bulkhead came into his life and they became best friends. Wasp deserved what he got.

But that still leaves the issue of a strained friendship and seemingly-one-sided love. Bee manages to break free and runs. He doesn't tell Blitzwing, who obviously knows something's up, anything. Not yet, at least. He has to think about everything that's going on in and outside of his processor first.

He likes Longarm-eh, Shockwave. He also loves Blitzwing. But he doesn't know what to do... he's worried what Blitzwing's reaction might be so he stays quiet. But eventually Blitzwing gets tired of his hummel being all sad and secretive and gets him to talk. Bee tells him about Shockwave being Longarm and Blitz thinks his hummel feels betrayed- but then he tells him he actually really likes Longarm- of course he loved Blitzwing and doesn't want to end anything! But he also likes Longarm/Shockwave a little more than a friend.

Blitzwing didn't really know much about romance- he loved his hummel, Bee was his. But he also didn't want to force Bee into being with just him alone. So he allows Bee to see Shockwave/Longarm. He had respect for the fellow 'con; he was smart, maybe not on the strong side but he was efficient- also his processor ticked similar to Blitzwing's so they got along just fine.

So the next time Longarm came to the Autobot Base, Bee pulled him to the side- Longarm was sure he was about to get called a Manipulator and a Sparkbreaker but instead, Bee has told him about the conversation he had with Blitz and that they could possibly date.

So they do. Megs is of course surprised but in a pleasant way. Blitz and Shock have turns spending time with Bee- sometimes it's all 3 of them, which leads to Blitz and Shock becoming Sparkmates too.

Longarm and Bee's relationship is kinda kept secret but then they get busted by Sari- and then Bee and Blitz get busted by other Autobots.

This is all a mess- Ok, Longarm had to admit he knew about Blitz and Bee- any judgement thrown aside, then Megs shows up with Bee demanding Prime to allow these two to have their romance in peace.

And i don't know what else, this is the only coherent explanation i had as i wrote this.

Now that i think about it, there is also another scenario where Shockwave ditches his decepticon side to be with Bee and becomes Longarm full-time. Blitz has been on the autobot side for only a short time and hasn't spilled the beans yet so it makes it easier: BlitzBee is happening, Shockwave leaves the Decepticons, he somehow makes it happen that he's put to monitor the ex-'con, he tells Blitzwing about his decision(including having been caught with feelings for Bee too) and they come to an agreement that they both get to date him respectively.

So, from then on Shockwave doesn't exist anymore, Longarm and Bee still have that weird semi-romantic friendship, Longarm tells Bee about his feelings and Bee stalls because he has to talk to Blitzwing first about this- Blitzwing instantly agrees cuz he knows Bee loves him very much and 'doesn't want to hurt him by forcing him to date him alone'. So they all get together. 2 autobots and an ex-decepticon.

THERE. DONE. IT IS WAY TOO LONG(arm)-

#shockblitzbee #shockbee #blitzbee #shockblitz #long post #ask box #tfa #maccadam #tfa au #cons are good au #angst

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ravensilversea · 2 months

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Victory Comes Late

Summary: Victory came too late for Ponds and for so many other brothers. Three years of war plus some months of hashing out a peace treaty written in the blood, sweat, and tears of his brothers but makes no mention of them at all. It’s a Senate proclaimed accomplishment, like they hadn’t refused to even consider peace for three years.

Tags: Canon Divergence, Palpatine Dies AU, Post-War, Light Angst, Grief/Mourning, Reunions, Bittersweet Ending

The largest exhibition hall in the Jedi Temple is almost too small for the sheer number of clone troopers in it now. Really, it is actually too small, but none of them are too concerned with the concept of personal space when this is the first time they’ve all been together for three years.

And yet, Fox pulls his helmet off and tucks it beneath his arm. His guard brushes past him, calling out into the space that’s already echoing with brothers trying to find each other. And yet, they aren’t all here.

Rancor Battalion is still on Kamino and participating in negotiations alongside General Ti to hopefully place the cadets and tubies into the custody of their brothers. The thought alone is almost inconceivable: entire batches of clones who never have to serve on a battlefield, who can stay together and stay alive for years longer than their elder brothers could.

“You joining the party, Fox?” Stone asks, coming to stand beside him.

“You really think Salvo would let us miss it?” Fox walks into the exhibition hall instead of just hovering in the doorway. “Besides, someone has to tell them all how the chancellor really died.”

Ao3

Stone coughs into his hand. “Would that be the actual story or another one of your tales this time?”

Fox refuses to learn about any of the details of Chancellor Palpatine’s, unfortunate, accident. It would ruin the fun of coming up with stupider and stupider ways the late chancellor died and sharing them around the caf brewer. Call it his own personal revenge against the man who insisted on calling each and every one of his brothers by CC or CT number and number alone, the way the Guard all but tiptoed around him, how many of his brother assigned to the chancellor’s guard when traveling off planet simply disappeared without a trace, and every single shiny who the chancellor sent down into the lower levels who came back in a body bag, if at all.

“I have a list of stupid ways for asshole politicians to die, and this might be my only chance to share any of them,” Fox says primly. “Allow me my fun.”

Stone shakes his head. “If you say so.”

They weave through a particularly thick crowd of brothers, and someone flags them down. “Hey commanders, I think your squads are meeting over on the stands!”

“That’ll be Cody’s idea,” Fox mutters as Stone thanks the brother for the directions. “Always did need to be on top of things.”

“Not sure the stands top Tipoca City’s comm tower.”

Fox looks up at the ceiling that rises so high above their heads it can barely be seen and then gives Stone a look.

“Okay, so maybe they could.”

The commander squads are gathered in a clump in the middle of the stands, and sure enough, Cody’s yellow-orange paint is higher than anybody else, shining like a beacon. Fox and Stone pass Alpha Squad on their way up the stands where Wolffe and Thire look about two seconds from murdering a squadmate or two.

“I’m sorry,” Gregor says just as they pass by, “but do you think you could repeat that? Or maybe replay it? I’m not sure I heard you correct-ly!” His voice rises sharply as he falls back under the weight of two brothers, and Fox hops up a handful of rows. Stone jumps back with a curse.

Poet looks up from their padd with a distinct ‘can you believe I’m stuck with them?’ expression of their face. Fox bites his lip and shakes his head, mentally wishing them good luck.

Force, Alpha’s only missing Blitz whose stuck on Kamino. They all made it, the lucky bastards.

“Fox! Stone!” Salvo slams into Fox with a broad grin and pulls Stone up the remaining steps to wrap his arm around him too. For a moment, the three of them just breathe. “It’s good to see you again,” Salvo whispers.

“Yeah,” Fox pulls away and meets Gree’s eyes over Salvo’s head. “Wait until you hear what happened to the chancellor.”

“The old one, right? Cause the one we have now is an upgrade.” Gree throws a thumb back over his shoulder. “C’mon, we grabbed a spot by Chimaera.”

Fox starts laying out the first ‘So this is what I heard from somebody who heard it from somebody’ as they walk lengthwise along the stands until Gree and Salvo pull them down onto the benches. Just above them sits Chimaera Squad with it’s three near-silent members. As he tells his story, Fox watches Neyo try to get Keller and Faie to say more than a few words strung together, and it suddenly hits him that both Lock and Colt were dead.

The story ends, and his brothers make noises of disbelief. “Oh really?” Fox says. “Well, how about this one that I heard from a janitor who heard it from his sister’s husband’s brother’s friend.” Stone buries his head in his hands with a groan.

Ponds would have told Fox to stop by the second story, but he’s not around to hear them. The lack of protest from that quarter sits heavy in Fox’s chest. He barrels through the story anyway, almost even more spitefully.

Victory came too late for Ponds and for so many other brothers. Three years of war plus some months of hashing out a peace treaty written in the blood, sweat, and tears of his brothers but makes no mention of them at all. It’s a Senate proclaimed accomplishment, like they hadn’t refused to even consider peace for three years.

Almost four years of war because of one man who strung them all along like dew drops on a tent-line.

Fox’s eyes land on a small empty space in a sea of brothers, and his next words die in his throat. There’s a brother standing in the middle of the empty space. He’s thin with shaved hair and implant scars. What’s left of one arm is in a sling across his body, and Fox knows who he is even without the blue of the 501st edging his almost shiny-white, probably borrowed armor.

Come get your Dominoes, Rex had messaged three years ago.

Unless they’re commanders, I don’t claim them, and even that’s debatable, he had messaged back.

Within days, Rex had informed him that due to the sudden death of their commanding officers and the subsequent lack of collection by Fox (Fox had rolled his eyes at this), he was personally taking them under his wing. Rex then spent every other message to Fox bragging about ‘his Dominoes’ like there wasn’t hundreds of Domino training squads spread throughout the army.

For a moment, Fox selfishly wishes that Echo truly had died on the infamous Citadel mission. Seeing him standing alone in a sea of reuniting brothers when Fox is the one who killed his last squadmate…

Victory really did come too late for Rex's Domino squad.

The reunions and conversations continue on around Fox, blurring into the background. A sea of noise and color turning into a drone as a time seems to slow, but Echo never blurs. He continues to stand alone, seemingly in the middle of a swirling galaxy of brothers without a single person to welcome him home.

Fox finds his feet moving without any input from him. He's halfway down the stairs before Salvo asks him where he's going. “To get another Domino,” he says, almost under his breath, but his squad hears him just the same.

The floor of the exhibition hall seems to echo with his footsteps. Which is impossible. First of all, the sheer number of clones in the room alone would drown out any noise Fox could possibly make even if they weren't talking at loud volumes. Second of all, there was no way in hell that the Jedi didn't sound proof this room within an inch of its life given the number of lightsaber duels- duels between children at that!- this room must have been used for.

Maybe his footsteps are echoing through him, Fox muses. He takes another step and feels it in his chest.

Time and sound suddenly crash into Fox. Conversations burst into a roar, suddenly Fox can hear so many squadname jokes all at once. It no longer feels like he's stepping through taffy, and all he can do is stand there. Like an idiot. Just in front of Echo.

Force, all he has to do is lift his arm and he could touch this orphaned shell of a brother.

Well, maybe not a shell, he reconsiders as Echo straightens, jutting his chin out a bit and brown eyes flashing with a challenge. There's still quite a bit of fight left in his one, which is more than Fox can say for the Chimaera commanders back on the stairs.

“Echo,” Fox says, figuring that's as good a start as any.

“What do you want, commander?”

Fox falters. Opening and closing his mouth, he glances back at his squad who have ceased any and all conversations to stare at him trying and failing to talk to a CT.

“If you're here to apologize, don't. There's nothing you can say,” Echo continues, and Fox winces. If it was his squadmate shot and killed by another's hand, he doesn't think he would have said those words so mournfully acceptingly. No. Every trooper in this hall would likely have to hold him back from trying to beat the shit out of the one who killed his squadmate.

He flexes his hands, tries not to imagine how Aurra Singh's neck would feel wrapped in them as he squeezes the life out of her for what she did to Ponds.

“It's not something that can be forgiven, no matter how much I regret it,” Fox says. “But that isn't why I'm here, trooper... Echo.”

“Then why, sir?”

For a moment, Fox hesitates, unsure of whether his invitation, his touch would be welcome, but he decides to do it anyway. He reaches out and gently grabs Echo's remaining wrist and lightly tugs it in the direction of the stadium. “Come on. No Domino gets left behind.”

He waits for Echo to take the first step, watching his brother's eyes blink, widen, and then sharpen. Echo looks past Fox towards the Domino commanders, and whatever he sees there, convinces him.

Fox settles Echo down in the empty spot where Ponds should be, and the way Echo looks around with brighter eyes and a harsh swallow tells him everything about how Rex's little dominoes must have gathered too.

Setting that aside, Fox turns back to his brothers. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, so the Chancellor had ordered breakfast and for some reason, this involved fish. And you know how fish have these tiny little bones they don't always manage to get out when preparing them?”

Gree sighs loudly as he realizes where Fox is going with this latest story about Palpatine's death, and Salvo begins slapping Fox's knee like that's going to stop him. Behind him, Echo muffles a snort, and Fox grins.

Victory came late, but not too late. There are still brothers here who were saved after all.

#star wars #commander fox #arc trooper echo #commander stone #raven's pen #*shakes out scrivener and another years-old one-shot falls out* oops #anyway i made a phonetic alphabet for star wars and fox randomized into the commander domino squad and that was too perfect and tragic #also squadnames are like childhood nicknames and wolffe and thire are Very Tired about the jokes made about theirs lol

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messinwitheddie · 5 months

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Have any tutorials of how you draw your tallest? (Or irkens in general?)

If Cini could wear any human casual clothing, what would he wear that is comfortable?

If he had it his way, would Cini change the life of Irken society?( you know with the whole tall and short thing.) or change everything with the empire expansion. We know their people must have many enemies with other alien races but if there was an alternative to that and not concur or go to war with them, would Cini be that one Tallest to break that cycles? I mean he looked tired of being tallest.

I'm not the best teacher. My drawings are pretty inconsistent. The best I can explain my process is, make a mark, erase a mark, rinse, repeat until it looks like a figure.

These were drawn super quick. Not sure how much help they'll be, but I tried to leave in as many reference lines in as possible.

These are some sketches on how I approach drawing a tallest with the typical JV bone-skinny body frame

The torso is where I struggle the most. I probably draw them too tall, but that's how it comes out.

It's fun to experiment with different body types;

From left to right; Tallest Spittle, Greezee and Blitz

From left to right: Tallest Miyuki, Dava and Kii

I have a tendency to draw women tallests with big hips (because that's fun for me), but Irkens really don't have gender dimorphism, and their fashion/ clothing styles are all unisex, so there's no need to follow that rule when you design your own ocs.

I would have to look through my blog to find any posts about how I draw smaller Irkens. Mostly same advice.

As far as Cini's choice in comfortable human clothing; his robes are very uncomfortable, so anything would feel comfy by comparison.

But I imagine he would immediately gravitate towards those flimsy tie dye sun dresses you see in those little hippie boutiques at the mall. Tie dye is something he would never have seen in the empire plus so many swirls and colors!

He would have a field day dress shopping. Most human male clothes would be too lacking in flair.

And to address the third question; Irkens are brainwashed at birth into believing their height based hierarchy is the natural and correct way for their society to operate and have been brainwashed into believing this for MILLIONS and millions of years.

I'm not sure if it's within the limits of his imagination to conceive a reality where Irkens did not serve a tallest who carried out the will and executed the design of the control brains.

BUT Cini wished from the moment he was measured someone, ANYONE else had been measured taller than him. His favorite partabout being tallest was lounging and smoking record breaking amounts of pipe amber.

His passion was his trapeze act and watching performances at the civilian theater. No "important" occupation really appealed to him when he was a cadet; too boring, not enough fun music and visuals. He only served in the military because all Irkens are required to go through basic training. His stats were a joke as far as his height bracket went. He stayed the same rank for almost 200 years.

Cini tried as hard as he could to be a good tallest, as much as his imposter syndrome made it for him. MOST of his reign was actually spent improving infrastructure within the empire's existing territories. He was a generous patron of the arts and sciences (beyond military research). Service drones legally received more off time and better medical benefits. Cini avoided brute force unless absolutely necessary. He loved to play ambassador. The Vortians, the Space Bees, the Inquisitorians, ect all became official allies of the Irken Armada during Cini's rule. He genuinely took the time and effort to listen to their concerns and compromise.

Cini was wise enough to know it's better to make friends than enemies in the long game, especially unnecessarily. The empire wasn't perfect, but Irkens and alien citizens alike enjoyed a higher quality of living under Cini's leadership methods.

It wasn't until the very end of his reign did he declare a war. He did so because of pressure forced down on him by the control brains, who were intimidated by the corrupting freedoms the lesser drones seemed to be enjoying and deeply concerned by the lack of new conquests that have been made over the centuries.

The Irken/ Planet Jacker war was bloody from the very beginning.

Cini would not live down the shame of his decision. Too many casualties on his conscience.

Every drone is worthy of dignity; Cini believed that. He would change A LOT about Irken society if he could. He tried. He wish he had tried harder.

#invader zim #irken #tallest #ocs #asks

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brokehorrorfan · 9 months

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Broke Horror Fan presents PG: Psycho Goreman on limited edition, fully functional VHS! Our latest tape goes on sale this Friday, July 28, at 12pm EST/9am PST via Witter Entertainment.

The film returns to VHS with a new book box edition featuring artwork by Blitz Cadet and Brock Hofer with a purple tape (limited to 100) and a restock of our standard clamshell version with Cadet's art. A small quantity of leftover clamshell variants and big box editions from the first pressing will also be available.

Each tape includes a letter from writer-director Steven Kostanski. Stay tuned after the movie for special features: Interview with director Steven Kostanski, Inside the Creature Shop featurette, and Miniature Magic featurette.

For optimal VHS viewing, the film has been cropped from its original aspect ratio to 4:3 full frame. It is officially licensed from RLJE Films and has been approved by Kostanski.

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Siblings Mimi and Luke unwittingly resurrect an ancient alien overlord who was entombed on Earth millions of years ago after a failed attempt to destroy the universe. They nickname the evil creature Psycho Goreman (or PG for short) and use the magical amulet they discovered to force him to obey their childish whims. It isn’t long before PG’s reappearance draws the attention of intergalactic friends and foes from across the cosmos and a rogues’ gallery of alien combatants converges in small-town suburbia to battle for the fate of the galaxy.

#psycho goreman #steven kostanski #horror #vhs #astron 6 #pg psycho goreman #broke horror fan #dvd #gift #blitz cadet #brock hofer #matthew ninaber #horror comedy #canadian horror #canadian film

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writingforfun0714 · 2 years

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I was rewatching CW Clone Cadet arc (Domino Squad/Rishi Moon/Attack on Kamino) and thought I’d share some of my Rancor Battalion headcanons (I’ve been working on my Halloween costume and haven’t had the time to work on any fics—sorry)

*All clones are alive and live happily here*

Warnings—Not a fic, headcanons for Rancor Battalion, spoilers for CW, part 1?

Members—Havoc, Blitz, Colt, Hammer

—Colt is the oldest followed by Blitz then Hammer and finally Havoc

—They all have a ❤️MOM tattoo on their shoulder/biceps in honor of Master Shaak Ti, since they all view her as their ‘mom’

—BFFs with 99 obviously

—Defended 99 from Brick the bounty hunter guy who trained Domino Squad

—When 99 says “I’m a soldier! Like you!” I wholly believe that Rancor Battalion taught him all the classic soldier-y things like disarming a bomb, learning ship specs, and how to shoot. I can just see Colt adjusting 99’s grip and aim while Hammer gives advice on his stance. Havoc shares helpful advice about the recoil and safety while Blitz looks on silently with a ‘proud older brother’ look.

—Because Rancor Battalion trains cadets in all stages, if they have a problem, they go to 99, who gives Uncle Iroh-advice lol

—Colt is the squad leader. Strong, slightly assertive type that follows the rules

—Blitz is the medic. Quiet, smart and a gentle soul

—Hammer is the weapons expert. Hammer is a secret artist. Like this man can draw! Think Meelo from Legend of Korra lol

—Havoc is the pilot and the squad joker/fun-loving one

—Havoc is an animal lover and loves hanging with Sergeant Hound and Grizzer, Hound’s tracking massiff

—Blitz loves plants and gardening, especially when it comes to vegetation with medicinal properties

—You wouldn’t know it but Colt’s superstitious

—No one believes Havoc, Hammer or Blitz when they explain why Colt avoids stepping on lines/cracks between floor plates, and keeps a 7-leaf clover Blitz grew in one of his utility belt pockets. Only Shaak Ti knows/believes them.

—They’re all great with the young cadets (the kids)

—Preferring to keep to their squad, they often have 99 join them whenever they have free time/during meals

—All of them are fiercely protective of Shaak Ti and 99.

—They once heard Lama Su speak ill of Shaak Ti and the Jedi. They refused to take orders from him for weeks until they all got court marshaled and Shaak Ti had a talk with them.

—They also overheard Lama Su and Nala Se discuss whether or not to terminate 99 and boy it was a good thing Shaak Ti was there when they confronted the Kaminoans. Cuz they were all ready to kill Lama Su and Nala Se. Shaak Ti talked with them, learned what was going to happen and ordered that 99 be kept.

—*Big bro mode* activates any time a clone makes fun of 99.

—*Big bro mode* also activates any time Shaak Ti brings a jedi youngling/padawan to observe and train a bit. They love all ‘little jedi babies’.

—They also love getting together with Delta Squad for drinks (is the clone bar called 79’s? For some reason I thought that’s the name)

—The kid cadets all aspire ‘to be like Rancor Battalion’

I think that’s all I can think of for now, but am definitely wanting to continue. I also have HCs for the 501st boys, the 212th boys, Delta Squad, Bad Batch, 99, Jango/Boba/Omega, the Wolffepack and a few specific clones like Monnk and Bly.

I’m almost done with my Halloween costume and only have a few accessory pieces to sew. I’m not a seamstress or anything (I just found out about patterns which are like tracers to cut fabric—would’ve been helpful when I was putting my shirts/shorts together) so it’s taking a lot longer than usual, but I’m happy with what I have. I don’t think I’ve said what I’ll be so I want to keep it a surprise until I finish everything. Thanks for being patient with me Readers. I’ll post more once Halloween’s over.

#Star Wars #Star Wars clone wars #clone wars #clone wars rancor battalion #star wars rancor battalion #rancor battalion headcanons #Star Wars clone wars headcanons #clone wars headcanons #part 1?#not a fic #99 is definitely besties with rancor battalion #I’ll die on that hill

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"Fives... is alive?"

I am so, SO—so VERY far away from this scene, but this came to me and I had to get it down. Featuring: The Revelation of Alpha-17, a new batch of Alphas, the and the fate... of other Alpha-ARC plus one... very unique CT who became an ARC.

Only Echo might have been able to conceive that something that large could move so silently. However, he had been distracted.

Hunter had only a half-second of reaction time to pull Omega behind him before there was a flash of movement right out of the shadows. She wasn’t even by his side before Crosshair suddenly fell to the floor, knocked out; the sound of his body landing was louder than what had come out of the darkness. A trickle of blood came down his the sniper’s scalp.

The others, though, had no such experience. Not Wrecker, Tech, Hunter, and certainly not Crosshairs would have been able to imagine that a mountain of a man had been capable of being so silent. They had met the man, they had even been pursued him through these halls. But they had never dealt with him quite... this determined.

A shadow out of shadows reached out from where his blitz attack had been sprung, revealed a Clone who somehow managed to dwarf even Wrecker, whose face paled until his pallor matched his scars.

In that one instance he had proven that despite his errant advance aging, his mangled skeletal and butchered nervous systems, or all the time spent out of the field to focus on training the next Cadets to be sent out in his stead, the man was still an Alpha-ARC. [BLASTER] in hand, the last known denary-series Clone left standing, now stood over the collapsed body of an unconscious Crosshairs.

They looked up in unison to one of Alpha-17’s least pleasant expressions. When Echo had been trained under the man, he had only seen milder versions of what stared down at Crosshairs.

“Pathetic,” Seventeen spat. When he stepped over the downed Imperial Clone’s unconscious body, his broad strides were ended with thunderous steps that often times sent the youngest Cadet scampering in the distance. On more than one occasion, he had even been the one to round up and wrangle the TBB when somehow… they got loose on the Tipocan facility. Now in the empty Cloning facility, his steps echoed with thunderous reverberation; overhead, the Imperial fleet to drowned out the sound—they had already begun their attack.

“What did I tell you lot about littering and loitering in the halls?” He spat to Clone Force 99, all of whom felt like the twisted, mangled little Clones who grew up in labs again. Wrecker knew better than to tell the secret that it was often Seventeen who undid the locks on their labs and unleashed them on an unsuspecting Tipocan facility.

Why? Mostly so the Bad Batch could test and terrorize Seventeen’s would-be new class of ARCs. But, it was also just so Seventeen could be amused.

Hellfire began to be unleashed from the star destroyers overhead. The whole facility shook, its lights flickered occasionally, like the reverse of thunder and lightning—sound first, then the lights danced from brightness to darkness.

The Alpha cocked his head towards Crosshair’s spot, and spoke directly to Wrecker, “Pick up your trash,” just like he so often did when he reprimanded excitable young Cadets who ran through the halls and tracked rain all over the place.

“Yessir!” Wrecker said, his color returned, and his face broad with a grin. He darted forward to scoop up Crosshairs.

Nala Se showed her pleasure in all the excitement, her head bobbed at the end of her long neck. “Alpha-17.”

From the threshold grunted at her and looked back to the darkness from whence he came.

Seventeen pinched his bottom lip under his teeth and whistled sharply enough that Hunter flinched wildly, and Nala Se recoiled her neck. Her long fingers clutched onto Omega’s shoulders, and pulled the child deeper into the vault’s chamber.

“GET OVER HERE!” He bellowed.

Out of the same source the giant had come from, a small company of came in. They ranged in ages, the oldest just about the right age to start practicing with blasters on stun settings. Their smallest were too young to be allowed on foot, and where held by their biggest. They all wore single-bodied jumpsuits that looked likely to tear apart into two pieces at the waist. Mostly in shades of dark greys and blacks, they had highlighted details: blue, yellow, green, and a deep shade of magenta.

“Who are—”

Tech began, as his eyes scanned the array of some of the most unique spectrum of young Clones he had seen since… well, him and Batch 99.

“Talk less, move more—” Seventeen commanded, as he tucked into the vault just as a Clone with dark curls and darker eyes darted under his foot, narrowly missing being stepped on. He was young enough and small enough that when Seventeen scooped him up on his way in, the Little was held like he was nothing at all. He squeaked, “I can walk!”

“Not fast enough,” Seventeen rumbled—his booming voice finally muted as the devastation truly began around them.

Tech alarmed, “Our ship!”

The doors to the vault tried in vain to close, but Seventeen’s broad hand held it back or simply managed to slow it down. Without hesitation, Echo reached up and took the squirmy little Clone who kept up his protests.

“Already took care of it,” Alpha-17 remarked. He looked into the trembling facility.

Glass shattered from one of the few open doors. All Nala Se had to say was, “Omega—” Her voice her level of concerned and alarmed, though for others it would still be considered cool.

“On it!” Omega said, and darted around the larger Clones, through the smaller ones, right to one of the control panels.

Tech would have been proud of her, if he hadn’t had so many obstacles and so much on his mind.

Their world—their home world—their home was quite literally coming down around them.

Around them, the facility howled like a sea monster in death throws. It was putting up quite the fight to stay afloat, just as it had been designed to do.

The door was no longer so patient with Seventeen, and its hydraulics began to let it be known as it picked up its strength to hold it back. Wrecker came up to help.

But, it was no match for the bombardment of Imperial cruisers unleashed on it.

“So, why aren’t we just gonna let doors close?” Wrecked asked, even as he strained to help Seventeen.

Tipoca City was falling.

“Your ship!” Was all Seventeen answered.

His reply only got him more looks of confusion from those who could pay attention, when suddenly—

Three older Clones, who appeared closer to Omega’s age, dove wherever they could, landing in a sprawl on the other side of the door.

One of them, the one who wore blue, cried out to Seventeen, “MISSION COMPLETE, SIR!”

Seventeen hadn’t even waited for the boy’s voice or the others to start moving out of the way. He grabbed Wrecker like the Clone was no heavier than a fresh-faced shiny at their final formation, their armor gleaming.

The doors they had propped open turned out to be the more exterior set out of three others. As soon as the first doors slammed shut, the inner pairs were far less patient, and slammed hot on Seventeen’s heels.

The last doors… caught his vivid, aqua-blue kama. The fabric ripped too easily.

Wrecker was almost sent sprawling towards Techo, and would have likely knocked down an entire squad’s worth of Clones like pins had he not been stopped by the control’s stout column.

On the move, Seventeen brushed past Tech and Hunter and spat, “Your ship’s safe.”

From there, all they could do… was wait.

As gravity and the ocean consumed what had been left behind on the surface of Kamino, like the world had ended all over again.

They had come from the ocean.

They would be consumed by fire.

Were there any stars left for them to seed?

It was a long… long drop.

“Who… are these?” Echo asked. Somehow, though he knew they were sinking… the cacophony of Tipoca City’s downfall had become muted, distant… like a memory they could already forget so quickly.

Seventeen went to the back of the vault and stopped before what looked like… another set of doors. Everything happened so fast that even Echo, an ARC trained by Alpha-17 himself, hadn’t noticed them. He wove between others to catch up to Seventeen. In his arms, he still carried the Little.

With the boldness that fitted Commander Cody, who he shared the same fishmama, Echo. His bravery hadn’t ended, nor had that attitude he used to hide behind Fives’s broad shoulders and flashier personality, “Who are all these Cadets? I’ve never seen uniforms like theirs—and WHAT is so important about this vault?”

Dark, scowling amber eyes somehow crinkled with a twisted version of amusement. Alpha-17 slide a control card into the security access port, punched in another series to verify his identity, and at last… pressed his broad, over-sized hand into a panel that illuminated under his touch. Seventeen snatched his hands down, and emptied Echo’s arms.

The door opened and revealed what looked like rows and rows of… transparent coffins? They weren’t like bacta-tanks, though similar.

Echo barely managed to cross the distance enough to cover half of what Seventeen did in two massive strides. By the time he was by the man’s side, Alpha-17 had already entered another code, pressed his thumb, and activated a terminal by one of the oddly shaped pods.

Then, the Alpha pressed his exposed hand against one of the curved transparent shells and swiped to reveal… an all-too familiar face.

Dumbfounded, starstruck, and gut-punched, Echo stared, only vaguely aware as Seventeen moved to one of the rare pods affixed directly into one of the walls. He repeated the same process he had for the first pod, which Echo still stared into.

Laid over the man buried within, who looked peaceful, calm, like he slumbered on and ever, and could forever more.

Seventeen turned his back to the pod, to his side was a small display panel that showed another face they all knew. The only difference, the man had eyes as dark as night; like the little boy Alpha-17 had caught in his arms.

Bright, bold letters identify the pod’s occupant: ALPHA-77.

“All ARCs—and except for that one,” Seventeen grunted, and jutted his chin in the direction of the pod Echo had not left, “All Alphas—these, in stasis. But… just like those cadets out there, all alive.”

Filled with disbelief, Echo slapped his one good hand over where a clean, sleeper top covered the Clone’s chest; at the dip in the collar, the corner of bacta-patch was visible.

Echo turned his head again, and looked back at the man who slept with a soft, serene hint of a smile. Of course, he saw the only distinguishing mark that truly differentiated the man from the memory of Echo’s face, before he had… become what he was now.

Just… just to believe, he looked to an identical panel that identified its occupant… its living occupant.

“Fives… is alive?”

#kilt's snippets #kilt's writing #au: rexx #bucket's snippets #bucket's writing

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eldritchtouched · 11 months

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One thing I'm quite fascinated by is how writers can fuck up the morality of their story. Or, rather, where we're clearly supposed to see one side as "good" and another as "evil," but because of a variety of in-story details, they're either both "evil," the "evil" side is a lesser evil, or the reverse is true, depending on the interpretations and details one uses.

I think it's interesting from the perspective of both authorial intent/lack thereof, where the author fucked up their implications on accident. Or where the author is like "yup, this is fine" because of their own blind spots. Like, the ultimate implication can vary, like the idea of "might makes right" being incredibly common as a possible reading, or else the writer's a space cadet, or they wrote themselves into a corner. Or they were blitzed on drugs at the time, like Stephen King's The Stand. Or stuff simply didn't age well.

IDK, I'm very into "Death of the Author," so intent is only useful to see how close they got to to what they intended and how that might vary from what's actually in the text. And, even then, you might not have access to that information. After all, we don't actually know what the writer was thinking unless they tell us, and not everyone is gonna have access to that information like interviews or information about the author's religious background or whatever. They thus can only use the text itself for interpretation of said text, except insofar as they might be able to draw parallels to other concepts and assumptions. (Like, even if you didn't know Tolkien was Catholic, you can understand that the setup of his setting of Arda is very much Catholic in structure.)

At least some conflicts in narrative interpretation can also come from people using it vs people not. It's a problem I see with SU discourse, since some people just look at the show itself to criticize its structure, while other people use details about the creator's background like her being Jewish to defend the work as intending a different message.

The Gollum game and so on reminded me of this, since my interpretation of LotR is very much "Evil of Eru Iluvatar and the Valar vs lesser evil of Melkor/Sauron" post-reading the Silmarillion. Since, you know, Eru and the Valar commit genocide and infinite torture, while Sauron and Melkor's actions are far more... limited in scope. Was this intended? Probably not. Part of it is because Tolkien was Catholic and the larger setting assumes a very Catholic framework of its religious stuff (single god, angels, a fallen angel who does bad stuff and wrecks shit). But that "good" god and angels also commit genocide and infinitely torture people who offend them. It's an unspoken assumption of being justified within that belief system as being part of some greater good/just punishment, which then leeches into the work that used it as the bones of its' structure. Naturally, if you don't agree, it gets... far messier than as simple good vs evil conflict that was intended.

#death of the author #writing discussion #lotr #audience interpretation

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catdotjpeg · 1 year

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here’s some singles and albums i was listening to in february. i was doing this on twitter for a while but i just realized it makes way more sense for me to be keeping it here

(in no particular order other than color)

j’aime les filles // kate bollinger (french pop cover)

despertar // ratas en zelo (accordion punk)

the edge // atarashii gakko (japanese progressive pop? hyperpop?)

super champon // otoboke beaver (japanese punk)

nadja // unknown mortal orchestra (psychedelic pop)

this is why // paramore (alternative)

marginalia #122 // masakatsu takagi (japanese piano)

crest // bladee and ecco2k (electronic)

pollen // tennis (indie pop)

the greng jai piece // phum viphurit (thai bedroom pop)

miss the world // body type (australian garage rock)

american gurl // kilo kish (alt pop)

filming school // sidney gish (alt pop)

hollywood baby // 100 gecs (power pop)

lose you (ft. soccer mommy) // bully (alternative)

space cadet // beabadoobee (british indie)

pahrump // xiu xiu (experimental)

bless this mess // u.s. girls (alt pop)

multitudes // feist (pop)

it hurts // bad bad hats (alt pop)

desire, i want to turn into you // caroline polachek (art pop)

hands // little boots (synthpop)

does you inspire you // chairlift (indie pop)

done (let’s get it) // yaeji (electronic)

it’s blitz! // yeah yeah yeahs (indie rock)

#nico.mp3

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mandalorianbrainweasel · 2 years

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Hullo, new post for sfw prompts! These are open indefinitely.

Like last time, I am of course open to Jaster/Walon and the Cuy’val Dar being normal people and/or idiots when the cadets aren’t looking, but I’m still keeping the expanded Spar ships.

Basically, give me any Spar ship and I’ll write something for it.

I’m also open to any platonic Alpha class content, as well as Fordo17, Maze/Ordo, Maze/Jaing and other ships involving combinations of Fordo, Alpha-17, Maze, and Spar.

Characters I HC are Alphas: Fordo, Ninety-Nine, O’Niner, Colt, Havoc, and Blitz.

If you’d like to pick from a prompt list, here are some of my favourites:

casual affection prompts

sweet affectionate moments prompts

“I love you” without saying it prompts

right to the good parts prompts

touching prompts

#open prompts

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This is a bit of an out there idea, but for the warframe bee au let’s say Shockwave had a bit of a thing for the big yellow bot. He was an avid customer of Brasshorn not only for his mastery of his craft, but his fair business etiquette. He was the only one he trusted with maintenance and modifications of his cannon. Shockwave had chosen not to pursue him since he assumed Brass’s aversion to joining a side would also mean a disinterest in dating someone of either side. However, his assumption was proven wrong as he watched Blitzwing swoop in and not only steal the big bots spark, but conjunxing him as well.

Shockwave’s jealousy and frustration at his own inaction, made him avoid the workshop, choosing to cope by burying himself in work. When the triple changer program started and he saw Blitzwing among the test subjects, it had been tempting to sabotage the procedure and kill him, but even with his cold bloodedness, the thought of hurting Brass though a shattered bond made him feel sick. So instead he made sure Blitz survived no matter what.

Then the colony attack occurs, Brass is MIA, Blitzwing goes AWOL and Shockwaves drive to take down the autobots tenfolds. He volunteers for the undercover mission and creates a persona with the help of Blackaracnia.

When he entered Autobot boot camp, he noticed one particular bot among the cadets. His optics were a familiar shade of yellow instead of the trademark autobot blue and he was constantly stretching and scratching his armor as if he was uncomfortable in his own frame. Although, the most striking part about him, was the tracker collar secured around his neck. (Think the collar on tfa mirror vers bee) His suspicion grew worse as he watched Sentinels treatment of newly dubbed Bumblebee and mentions of a “decepticon rehabilitation program”. Eventually, he managed to get Bee alone and questioned him. Bee was under the impression that Longarm was just a curious autobots at that time, and explained that he was a neutral, and he’s here because that autobots see warframe and a decepticon as one in the same. He answered each of Longarms questions as truthfully as he could despite the holes in his memory. And Longarm managed to piece together that Bumblebee is Brasshorn.

Longarm knows he should tell Bee who he is, who Blitzwing is, who he is and report Bees existence to Megatron asap. However, that possessive and selfish desire to keep Bee all to himself, sunk its teeth deep into his spark and took hold. He had a chance here to be with his long time crush, even if it meant disobeying his lord.

He did tell Bee that he was a decepticon spy by the name Shockwave, but he left out their previous history together. They became fast friends and covered for each other often, with Longarm disabling his tracker to go mess around and Bee providing him with an alibi and upgrades to his signal emitter. Shockwave even tried copying some of the “moves” Blitzwing used before he started dating Bee. Even if he knew he couldn’t spark bond with Bee without revealing his lies. When Bulkhead joined their friend group, he felt slightly threatened, but he realized he was too trusting and naive to be of any danger.

Sentinel finally got feed up with Bees rebellion and kicked him out, declared him a failure. Longarm had hoped that after graduation, he’d be able to use his position to keep Bee with by his side. However, the council were adamant about keeping “the decepticon threat” off of Cybertron and so he had to settle with phone calls.

🌘 (I lost traction half way through sorry) 🌒

Aaaah that was so cool! I never thought about it.

Tho i will say that Shockwave was tempted to kill Blitzwing because he was dating Brasshorn(Bee). The only reason he chose not to is because Brass would not stop until he got answers about where his Sparkmate went and would shut everything on his end towards Megatron and Decepticon Legions- that meant he wouldn't even look at Shockwave if he showed up and started courting him. So he left Blitzwing alone and by some miracle he was the only one that survived. Then he found out about the Triple Changer Blitzwing conjunxing Brasshorn and was crushed.

Then Brass goes MIA and Shockwave goes to infiltrate boot camp and wouldn't you know, there he was; 1/4th of his original size but the similarities between the frames were aligned almost perfectly.

He pulled the now-Bee to the side and asked him about the colony and told him he was a Decepticon Spy. Bee gave him vague answers about himself- yes he was a warframe but he never was a Decepticon. And so they began workign together in a way. Overtime Bee began giving more answers to Longarm as well as Bulkhead who joined in on their circle. He was a neutral-forced-to-be-autobot too.

Although, Longarm did help him with the escape plans, he was also the one that busted him when he tried to run away. Bee never knew why they were always catching him- Longarm secretly slipped notes to the Officers so they'll find Bee and keep him here, where he was near Longarm.

A jealous Spark is one of few that can be considered evil- especially if one choses to essentially keep the one they love in a cage. Shockwave's selfishness made him want to try and win the already-bonded Spark to his side.

Bee noticed Longarm/Shockwave was acting weird towards him but he never thought it was in a flirty way- he was too busy mourning the loss of contact with his Conjunx Blitzwing.

I have no idea where to take this. I mean, either way it would be a bad ending(wow, that's a first) for Shockwave.

Either a quiet one where Longarm goes to Earth with the Elite Guard and finds Bee and he tells him that he and Blitzwing reunited. Shockwave keeps quiet but the moment he is all alone he lashes out at everything. He hates Blitzwing's guts so much. He begins to hate Bee too. Maybe it goes so bad he asks Blackarachnia to delete Bee and Blitzwing from his memories so his Spark would have peace at last.

Or the loud one where Longarm/Shockwave gets tired of Bee's mourn-rants about his Conjunx and straight up tells him he was killed and won't come for him. Bee doesn't believe him, even more so when Longarm confesses his love for him. That he would be there for Bee no matter what, that he would treat Bee way better than Blitzwing, that they would be happy together without worrying about anything.

Bee rejects him, he still feels the bond inside him telling him that eveyrything Shockwave says is a lie. Bee considered telling on Longarm to the Officers but considering the confession was short before he got kicked to the repair crew, he didn't get a chance to.

Their relations were strained to say the least, Shockwave didn't call, and Bee was left with the haunting confession of one-sided love. Then he gets to Earth and Blitzwing finds him. Then Longarm comes as well, only to find Blitzwing with intends to kill him. Bee has told Blitzwing on one of their catch-up talks about Longarm/Shockwave trying to win him over, that made the giant 'con furious. He didn't tell Megatron because Bee didn't want to ruin Shock's life more but that didn't mean Blitz had to tolerate him.

So Longarm is stuck with only a friendship from Bee and a pretty much damaged work-relationship with Blitzwing.

Then Bee gets reforget by the Allspark and i don't know where to take this. But it'll always end with BlitzBee and a loner-aft Shockwave.

This AU was not meant for anything but BlitzBee i think. You'd have to rewrite the whole thing from the beginning if you want something else to happen- other than that, i don't know how to help you.

Hope that answer satisfies you.

#tfa #maccadam #ask box #blitzbee #shockbee #angst #tfa au #warframe!bumblebee au #long post

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