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imperialofficersticky · 1 year

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I may or may not have been inspired by @mothask ‘s au and the lovely weather outside to write a little reader-insert fic

Ruficornis

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If someone were to ask you, you would have to say that the porch was your favorite part of your apartment. Not because it was inherently beautiful or well made. Hell no, the wood was bleached and the paint on the railing fell off with the slightest touch. No.

It was the effort that you had put into it, into making this place your home. It was the hours you spent finding a decent rug to put down so you wouldn’t get splinters in your feet, the thought you put into getting just the right color of window boxes to put along the railing, the sheer luck you had in stumbling across the colorful mosaic table that really made the space pop. And to say nothing of the sheer love you put into your little garden, the planters that lined the railing full of blossoming native wildflowers and your vegetable seedlings nearly ready to be transplanted into the awaiting trough planter.

Yes, you were proud of this little place you carved out for yourself.

You decided to bask a little in your accomplishment and the early morning sun. You didn’t have anyplace else to be today, so you were in no rush to finish your coffee nor the crossword in your lap.

You were relaxed, content.

Until you weren’t.

Honestly, whoever came up with this clue shouldn’t be writing crosswords. It was the last one left. Usually you would be able to make a guess based on the letters you already filled in, but there were no words you knew of that would fit. Maybe it was a scientific name? Goddamn it. This wasn’t going anywhere.

With a huff, you got up to redirect your frustration into something more productive.

Your little wildflower butterfly garden was your pride and joy. The sweet smelling flowers and clovers attracted a number of pollinators, especially before the heat of the day really came down. It was already abuzz with activity.

You reached down to pick up your watering can, catching sight of...something...hidden in the stems and leaves of the garden on your way back up. Gently, slowly, you used the long spout to push the flowers aside and get a better look.

You took a sharp breath in surprise before your brain went into overdrive trying to process what exactly you were seeing.

The wings were too big to be a butterfly, even most moths. But the rest of it...what was the rest of it? The humanoid figure was covered with some sort of plating, the fluff about its collar and chest rising and falling regularly. Your gaze jumped up to a sharp move in the antenna before falling lower to look at the- at his face, brows bunched together and nose twitching in the sun.

Your brain still hadn’t caught up when his eyes shot open, body lurching forwards before painfully clutching at his side. Neither of you dared to blink.

“Are you okay?” you dumbly asked. You still weren’t sure this was real, it was much more likely you were still asleep in bed.

He seemed to think you were an idiot too, the brief look of surprise that flashed across his face quickly eclipsed by a rather stony expression and crossing of his arms that seemed to say “Really? That’s the best you can think of?” Wait, crossed his arms?

Confusion flashed across your mind and you broke eye contact to get a better look at him. You didn’t really know what you were expecting when this was already so weird, but yeah he had two sets of arms. The top set was crossed defensively, and with the other he clutched his injured side and rested his hand on something at his opposite hip. The hand at his hip clenched around whatever it was he held under your scrutiny. Your eyes flicked back up to his.

“You look hurt,” you clarified with some concern. “Can...can I get you something?”

His tight expression betrayed nothing, but you could tell he was breathing deeper with the rise of his chest.

“Water? Or food? I-I don’t know what kind of medicine you need, but I can see what I have.”

His eyes closed, the hand at his hip loosening. You started to feel the burn in your arm from holding the full watering can up for so long. He let out what you could only describe as a long suffering sigh before looking at you again, jaw set but eyes almost soft as he nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled as your mind darted around to come up with a plan. “Wait here, I think I have a thimble inside. For water.” You moved to set the watering can back down, your guest moving himself to the edge of the window box to keep better track of your movements. “I think I’ve still got bananas. Do you eat bananas?” You called out as you opened the door.

“Yes.”

That caught you so off-guard that you tripped on the step into your apartment, bashing your poor toe and bruising your knees on the way down. You tried to forget about the undignified sound you made and instead focus on not crying in front of a guest.

Then it caught up to you that he spoke.

You sat up and stared out the still-open door, jaw hanging open.

“Yes,” he repeated with amusement. “I can eat bananas.”

“What’s your name?” You asked breathlessly, only now realizing that you should have paid attention to your great-aunt’s fae stories when you were little.

“Rex.”

“Rex,” you repeated. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

#moth au #star wars #clone wars #swtcw #tcw #captain rex #rex #ct-7567 #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #reader insert #this was a fun little writing project #just felt like writing a bit today while thinking about getting my porch put together #still too cold here to start on the garden but it wont be too much longer #my writing #fanfic tag #au tag

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ovaa-bi-bia · 8 months

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It took me longer than promised, but this is Scalpel. He's a medic (and I forgot to give him the symbol)

Moth species: Blood-vein moth [Timandra comae]

@mothask

#star wars #moth au #clone medic scalpel #clone oc #moth #i keep mothifying my boys

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waterlilyspad · 2 years

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OC drawing request for @galacticgraffiti of their oc Kad :) I had fun drawing him

he chose all the customizable character options.

Also of course, I made him into a moth.

:) I hope you enjoy galactic again I had fun drawing your boy.

#Oc #Clone oc #Tcw oc #Clone trooper oc #clone trooper fanart #Star wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #Clone wars au #Moth au #Moth ask

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uptoolateart · 8 months

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Breaking Free #3

Mature - Graphic depictions of violence

*PLEASE READ TAGS – key points from the previous fics in the series are summed up in the Chapter 1 end notes*

Read at Ao3

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mwolf0epsilon · 2 years

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hi I literally couldnt stop thinking about this but here I finally finished this.

Ive had it in my brain since you made it, and I'm obsessed.

Because of tumblr shenanigans I couldn't finish in the time I wanted to but here it is at last I hope you like it 🥺

Omg hi!!!

You drew him so cool I can't 🥺🥺🥺

I'm still figuring out what happened to him in Moth AU since the reason he gets borgified in his backstory is that he was a Commander of the Coruscant Guard that started looking into all the dodgy stuff, and Palpatine had him silenced via turning him into a cyborg abomination that roams the depths of Coruscant's lower levels.

Maybe something similar to that but he ended up in the same lab/facility as the other mutated moth clones? Whatever the case, Sturm's love for his brothers will always land him into monstrous trouble.

I'm sorry about all this strife Tumblr is throwing your way. Shadow-banning sucks and it's harder to deal with.

#star wars #the clone wars #moth au #clone ocs #commander sturm #body horror #my boy... my scary monster boy... you drew him so gorgeous I love it thank you ;u;

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radiance1 · 5 months

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Master List

King of the Blob Ghosts - Mostly flavor text where Danny is the only king of the Blob ghosts. Au not tied in with Ghost King or Ghost Prince hc unless specified.

Goo Dragon - An au where Danny is a goo dragon made entirely of ectoplasm!

Blind King - Danny is blinded by the portal incident, gets adopted by blob ghosts, and then falls into DC and ices over an entire section of a city.

Infinity Prince and the Dark Escapee - Where Danny gets prince training and then has to hunt down Dark Danny because he escaped.(Small thanks to @starlightcat04 and @lauwftzee3542 for ze name)

Cat Familia - Where Danny gets turned into a cat by pissing off a wizard, and accidentally adopts various cats in Gotham!

Tempest - Danny owns a ship called Tempest that he created that he uses to sail through time. Then he accidentally jumps timestreams.

Moth - Where Danny is de-aged and is a moth boy.

Moth - But with Killer Moth.

Eastern Dragon - Danny is the ghost prince and can turn into an eastern dragon.

Cuddly Apocalypse - Teddy Bear Danny au meets one Dark Danny.

Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective - De-aged Tucker gets thrown to another dimension after getting caught lacking by the magical government branch he was looking into.

Herald of Seasons - Danny obtains the ability to guide the seasons when he was split off from .Phantom while still having Vortex's powers

Vortex's lil guy - Soulless Danny gets taken by Vortex and is his little guy.

??? - Phantom causes a ruckus in DC after getting into it and him and Danny fight or something.

Sold to the devil? Nah, sold to the bear - Constantine sells his soul to the Ghost Prince, and is then turned into a baby sitter by the Ghost King.

Demon and Wraith - Demon twins au where both of them are dancers.

Sun and Moon - Based on an older au where Danny and Vlad were deities.

Successor in training - Ghost King Danny except he isn't and Pariah is his mentor.

Just Monika - DDLC is installed on Tucker's PDA somehow and he dates Monika.

Subject M-0001 - Monika hacks into Mount Justice.

Subject Omega - Danny's most perfect clone protects the ruins of Amity Park.

Medic - Danny be a doctor in Gotham.

??? - Pariah Dark just disappears and it's left to Danny and Vlad to find him.

Eastern Dragon and Phoenix au - Mostly a cosmetic au, where Danny is an Eastern Dragon and Vlad is a Pheonix.

Ghost King/Ghost Prince and Duke of the Ghost Zone - Mostly just flavor text really, Danny is usually more Ghost Prince than King and Vlad is the Duke.

Phoenix King Vlad - Exactly as it says, Vlad is either one of or the king of phoenixes

Kawmi? - Where Vlad and Danny get transformed into magical jewelry that allows others to use their powers.

Fountain Dragon - Danny drops in the Wayne Manor Fountain.

Will of the Wisp - Where Danny gets turned into a tiny whisp because of one of his parents inventions.

??? - Jack gets thrown to the DC dimension alongside Danny and made a coffin for Danny to sleep in during ze day.

??? - The Ghost King gets summoned to DC and wages war, but the Ghost Prince stops said war and gets a date out of it.

Teddy Bear Danny - Another cosmetic au where Danny get turned into a stuffed teddy bear in his accident, he was holding onto one before it happened. He's also in ranges of 5-10 here.

Ghost King at birth, Farmer at heart - Mostly cosmetic au where Pariah Dark, if he weren't the ghost king, would be a farmer and he has an intense love for horses.

Farmer with quite the ghostly (and kingly) secret - Pariah Dark disguises himself as a human and moves into Smallville, has a hard time interacting with humans and humaning as a whole.

Life hanging by tape and sheer will - Where Tucker gets yeeted to the DC dimension.

Dream pals? Dream pals! - Younger Danny and pre-Batman Bruce meet each other through a dream, unfortunately when Danny experienced his accident that connection was shut down.

Bakery and a masquerading demon? - Vlad owns a bakery, Constantine is a regular who holds suspicions that Vlad may or may not be a demon.

Gift in the arms of tragedy - Danny becomes Vlad's ward after the Nasty Burger explosion, only to then become adopted when he was turned into an eight-year-old not even a week later.

??? - Danny and Vlad get turned into kids by Clockwork and placed in the DC dimension because Clockwork thought it was funny. Danny decides to use Vlad to not get adopted.

The key(s) to Doomsday - Danny gets de-aged by Clockwork when going to visit Pariah in the human world, gets summoned, and meets Raven.

Alicorn parole - Pariah gets released from his eternal rest with the sole condition that he's to be watched over by Clockwork. The Ancient of War then decides to combine two mythical beasts and shaped himself into an alicorn, Clockwork followed and then they met Billy Batson.

Ferret Danny - Danny is a ferret. That's it.

Witch - Sam is a witch.

Dead eyed Doctor - Danny, the son of Talia Al Ghul and Jack Fenton, trained under Vlad Masters and became a doctor.

Shadow Twin? Shadow Twin. - Danny dies and reincarnates as the son of Talia Al Ghul, the younger brother and twin of Damian Wayne and son of Batman. Only to then be killed immediately after because he was born with a birth defect, thus becoming a shadow creature that follows Damian around.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Me shall stop here for now because good fucking lord #Do I have a lot more aus than I thought I did.#Right the ones with the question marks I can't think of a name for lmao #master list #This tag is important if I accidently unpin this

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freesia-writes · 25 days

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Master List of Echo Goodies!

Key: 😭 = Hurt/Comfort 🌶️ = NSFW 🥹 = Fluff 💙 = Romance

Long Fics:

😭🥹 Parts of a Whole by snow_and_ice on Ao3

🥹💙 Echo and Comms by @deejadabbles

😭🌶️ Loverboy (Sith Finds Echo) by @kaminocasey

😭💙🥹🌶️ Don't You Know by @221bshrlocked

One-Shots:

🥹 Tough Love from Echo by @arctrooper69

😭 Don't Die Here by @eclec-tech

🌶️ Spicy Reunion by @clone-anon-after-dark

🥹 Birdwatching and Walk in the City by @clone-anon

😭 Tambor's Monster (Frankenstein AU) by @eclec-tech

😭 I Miss You by KyberCrystals94

💙😭 I'm Different by @dangraccoon

💙🌶️ish - Just Borrowing by @dangraccoon

🥹 Echo Meets Your Family by @reader6898

🥹 Body Insecurities by @tinywitchgoblin

🥹💙 The Beauty in All (Matchmaking AU) by @deejadabbles

😭💙 Like Real People Do by @sinfulsalutations

🌶️ Different, But Still Good by @somedaylazysomeday

Fan Art:

Echo in action by @keeradaks

Shirtless Echo by @queenjiru

Zygerrian Prisoner by @url0calweirdo

Hilarious Comic by @jvanrynart

Echo and Fives by @baaaaaaaam

Tired Mediator by @phantasm-echo

Thirst Trap Animation by @boggsart

Echo and Fives at the Bar by @nika6q

Echo and Riyo, No Pickles by @amalthiaph

Snarky Valentine by @nika6q

Male Model Echo by @eyecandyeoz

Echo and Ghost Fives by @spicyclones79s

TCW Echo by @moonvixenart

Cozy Fireside Echo by @pinkiemme

SWC Portrait by @kenosisofabrami

Four Portraits by @beetlecrest

Radiant Crown by @lightspringrain

Puppet Echo by @echojedis

Echo and Fives by @coldbrewarts

Glorious Thicc Boi by @muguathepapaya

Halloween Moth Echo by @pinkiemme

Echo and Riyo Sunbathing by @nika6q

Disney Prince Echo by @marymunchkiin

Tank Top Echo by @frostbitebakery

Snoozin with Tech by @amorfista

Gardening on Pabu by @thattoothpick

Rex Finding Echo by @hootydoot

Beach Day with Hunter by @amorfista

TCW Echo and Fives by @cobaltbeam

Shirtless Echo by @matookahitaki

BAMF Armored Echo by @superscoundrel23

Echo Moon by @lightspringrain

Damn Scomp by @snotbuggle

Puppy Dog Eyes by @isthereanechoinhere96

Shirtless Echo by @raevulsix

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars fanart #tbb fanart #bad batch #the bad batch fanart #star wars the bad batch #star wars fanfiction #bad batch fanart #fanart #tbb echo #echo fanart #echo fanfic #echo fic #tcw echo #tbb echo fanart #tcw echo fanart

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mothask · 7 months

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so my friend sent me this

So i said.

#moth ask #moth au #clone moth au #clone wars fanart #tcw #clone wars #clone trooper #clone wars au #moth clone au #clone army #clone wars anakin #anakin skywalker fanart #anakin clone wars #anakin art #the 501st #clone wars 501st #501st legion

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waterlily707 · 2 years

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squad-724 · 1 year

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Made in @mothask 's AU: moth troopers. Go check it out, it's adorable

TL:DR Jesse goes out to find his vod'ike before the snowstorm hits

warning: mention of losing limbs, written in one sitting

The snowstorm was quickly approaching. Wolfpack sent the 501st a warning quickly enough so they had time to bunk down in a tree to sleep through it. Rex and General Skywalker were now coordinating the cocoon bags for the troopers, Kix giving out heat packs, and the Domino twins gathering the shinies closest to the center of the tree hollow, leaving Jesse to get the best possible spots once they were free.

The storm would hit in about an hour, the opening of the hollow currently being sealed by silk moth soldiers that could produce threads.

Most of the clones which species were made for warmer climates were already starting to doze off, their batchmates carrying them to the cocoon bags attached to the ceiling. Jesse had no idea how the general was still walking around, more adapted to the scorching desert sun, but there he was, flying to each of the tree’s corners and looking for missed spots that could have potentially fatal effects on sleeping moth troopers if the freezing air got trough. Jesse was getting ready to crawl into his cocoon bag when a sudden shout alarmed the whole Torrent.

“Where’s Tup and Dogma?!” Echo’s wings fluttered as he jumped over the other troopers, quickly approaching Jesse, Fives close behind him. “I was trying to give them a spot next to ours, but no one saw them since we got the notification from Wolfpack”

Jesse’s heart must have skipped a beat and now going twice as fast, the sleepiness from the low temperature leaving in an instant. “Their comm locations?” He dropped the cocoon bag to meet the twins at the ground level.

“The storm froze a big part of our sensors, they don’t appear on our map.” Fives’ face was glued to his comm, trying different angles for at least a weak signal from the shinies’ locators. “For what we have we need to be closer than 100 meters to find them.”

“Then we have to get out immediately before the snow hits” Jesse was already getting his gear. “Ask for volunteers for a search party, preferably northern species, more space we cover, the faster we will get back”

In a few minutes, at least a dozen other troopers prepared to fly out to bring their youngest legion members to safety. Their brothers gave them all the coats and warm clothes they could fit underneath the armor. They had forty-five minutes to find Dogma and Tup. Five minutes before the storm hit the thee they were hiding in had to be sealed off. Everyone grabbed a spare cocoon bag in case Dogma or Tup needed to be wrapped on the way back.

To give the search the most significant chance of success each trooper took off separately, ensuring to be within the locator’s reach of at least two other clones. Jesse had Fives and Echo on both sides, flying through the freezing air up North, the way the storm was approaching from. Dark, heavy clouds were already on the horizon, blocking off any sunlight.

The sensors were eating their batteries much quicker, in fifteen minutes he had to change them twice. But he could work with that, they had to find the shinies quickly. Both Tup and Dogma had already been out there for too long, neither was used to winter; the freezing season they were experiencing now being their first outside Kamino.

Half an hour has already passed, and some of the troopers were already heading back to the tree, experiencing dangerous levels of sleepiness or stiff wings. Neither Jesse nor Domino twins even thought about it. All of their sensors were quiet, pinging only each other. Another ten minutes. Comm on Jesse’s hand warning him of sudden temperature drop. He ignored it. The ARC felt how joints around his armor were getting stiff, he had to keep them moving before they froze.

The snowflakes were already falling down, moth troopers maneuvering between them, getting wet could be fatal now.

“Jesse, Fives, Echo, head back immediately!” Kix’s voice was static, the ARCs nearing the comms’ farthest reach. a red dot indicating a weak signal. “You only have enough time to get back, silks are getting ready to close off the hollow!”

“Understood.” Echo sounded barely awake, his location changing the course 180 degrees.

“We can’t leave them!” Fives shouted, “We have to find them!”

“We won’t help anyone if we’re dead!” the other twin growled “They’re not even near us, we have to hope they found a burrow already to wait through it and return when the snowstorm passes!”

Fives followed the medic’s instructions. The freezing wind could be felt even through all the coats and scarves. Jesse barely felt his legs anymore, his wings forgotten long ago. He got ready to let it carry him toward the twins, both of which were barely visible due to the heavy snow.

And then. The scanner pinged. Two new comms in range. Jesse immediately stopped in his tracks, gripping his hand as he watched the blue dots blink in and out on the map. In the storm, fifty meters to the left. The moth trooper gritted his teeth and began fighting the wind toward his vod’ike.

“What a- -u do-ng” Kix’s voice was barely audible.

“Found their signal,” Jesse said, his teeth chattering against each other “Send the boys when all of this passes.” The comm’s light went out. Signal lost.

They were huddled in a hollow oak trunk. Tup was covering Dogma with his wings, dry leaves, and moss arranged into a makeshift nest around them. Neither of the boys was moving. Jesse jumped towards them, hissing as he felt the frozen wings crack when hitting the wooden walls. Neither of their comms was signaling their death, Jesse checked for breathing anyways. Shallow, but it was there.

With trembling fingers, he took out the cocoon bag and began slowly digging out his vod’ike from the leaves, neither of them even stirring in the process. The ARC threw all the warming pads he had into the bag and slowly maneuvered the twins into it. He hated how he could hear their wings crumble, but these could grow back. He would like to remove their armor to help them warm each other inside, but they had no time. He wouldn’t admit fearing to see frostbitten limbs come off with the plastoid if he tried to do it.

He didn’t have another cocoon, blankets and leaves from the nest would have to do. His consciousness was already slipping, the roaring wind sounding as if from far away. The last thing he remembered was making his comm signal out an emergency sequence before moving a scarf to cover his head. He hoped that someone would find the boys after the snowstorm passed.

Kix and Domino twins found them a day later. The snow quickly cut out the tree trunk from outside, which was why Jesse didn't freeze to death. He was close as a trooper could be, with blue lips and fingers, barely breathing. The shinies were in a much better shape, waking up when the medic opened the cocoon. They didn’t leave the ARC’s side when he was transported into the tree hollow, not letting anyone look at their condition until Echo informed them that Jesse would live.

The moth trooper in question was later shouted at by Kix, which explained how lucky he was to not lose his finders and nose. One teary breakdown later Jesse patted his brother during a hug.

“But it was worth it”

#star wars #clone wars #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #moth au #clone wars au #clone medic kix

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kaiju-krew · 24 days

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Gotta say, the Space-Godzilla/Battra ship was not something I knew I needed till you dropped in on my dash. I’m all in. Like; I will be helmsman, navigator, cook, and shipwright for this bitch.

I am wondering tho, what are their respective relations to Goji and Mothra in your au? Is Battra Mothra’s brother? Is Space-Goji Godzilla’s brother? Is it the other way around? (Like Battra is Goji’s brother and vice versa… probably not but that’d be funny lmao) or are none of them related at all and just of similar species?

SPACEBAT NATION RISE UP LETS GOOOOOO this ship will SAILLLLL im taking applications for the crew aka send me all ur ideas for them bcuz i need MORE

okok sOOOO. this is my personal au. it's a soupy amalgamation of monsterverse lore, toho lore, and a whole lot of bs i made up.

>goji & spacegoji (i call him kesshō bcuz sg feels too impersonal and he deserves a real name) are basically clone-half siblings (i have a lot of bs lore involving bio to explain this but it's a whole different thing i dont wanna flood this post with lol) >mosu & battra aren't related, but definitely have that Found Family dynamic (battra is a mutated divine moth, so the same species as mothra, but some funky hollow earth stuff made him mutate when his egg left stasis and began to develop again)

and for some Bonus Starter Propaganda: goji n kesshō are chill by the time battra emerges, so goji bothers him to hang out when mosu n battra have their Moth Therapy sessions. that's how kesshō first sees battra and has one of those gay ass tsundere dokidoki moments and is instantly smitten but pretends not to be, runs in the family bcuz goji did the exact same thing with mosu goji bullies him into shooting his shot and gets mosu on his team so they become the main cheerleaders for the ship sailing. spacebat in general has a much longer slowburn than mosugoji since battra is a lot more prone to lashing out than mosu is, so there's no Mediator Moth to quell the gojiran moodiness lol. but eventually it works out and they Become The Gay. they're not as disgustingly PDA as mosugoji but are definitely touchstarved asf so once they bridge that contact gap they're kinda glued at the hip :'')

anyways i have more cookin but that's enuf for now if anyone wants to brainstorm more ideas abt them hiT ME UP im starving for more

#emo yaoi mosugoji you will always be famous #fr tho pls hmu if u wanna verbal diarrhea ideas with me abt them they're rotting my greymatter i neeD MOREEE #kai talks #spacebat #spacegodzilla #battra #mosugoji #mothzilla

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ovaa-bi-bia · 11 months

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So, I'm in love with the moth!AU in every form and I spent few hours over this.

This is my oc Iris, you can get to know about him in my other post.

I looked for colouful moths, cos it matches him and I found a moth in his battalion colour, so yea.

Anyways, he is green-banded urania (urania leilus). Yes, this moth.

#star wars #moth!AU #tcw #sw tcw #clone oc #commander iris #moth

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU... Part One:

(WARNING: Depictions and mentions of abuse, neglect, physical harm, self-harm, depictions and mentions of wounds and blood, self-harm ideation/actions, and Reader at one point is thought to be dead/almost dies. Viewers discretion is advised...) (Side note: Wolverine and Sabretooth are brothers, and their relationship is platonic, and Kurt, Kitty, Fred, Lance, and Todd join the X-Men/Brotherhood after the X-Men/Brotherhood lose Reader and have changed)

• They weren't always the way they are now. There had been a time when they were hopeful, happy, cheerful... Or maybe it was obvliousness, their subconscious the only part of them to understand that something was wrong.

• You can't remember much of anything past the age of five, but you remember some parts of your childhood. It was spent with a mutant group, ones who had taken in or had others like yourself, who were honed to be soldiers. To be unstoppable weapons. You thought they were good for the longest time. Too long, to be honest. You weren't smart back then the way you were now. You didn't understand jokes or sarcasm or much beyond facts in a book. You didn't really understand that the others, the kids and the adults, didn't like you. That they thought you were annoying. Useless. Simple. Someone not worth the effort. Someone unworthy of being with them. Someone unlovable.

• When training, you tried your best, but you weren't naturally aggressive in the way they said you should be. That for a feral mutant, you weren't much of one. You tried to be quick, tried to be kind, tried to go along with what they told you to do, who they wanted you to be. But you just... weren't that. You weren't ruthless, weren't violent, you cried when you killed a moth by accident, what was to be expected? But you still, somehow, did well enough to be allowed to stay. To not disappear. Or maybe they just couldn't be bothered to do anything about you, one way or the other.

• The kids thought you were weird. You looked weird, acted weird, talked weird. They thought you weren't bright. They certainly made jokes at your expense, you knew that, you simply couldn't understand the jokes and sarcasm they used. It hurt. It hurt, bad enough that you grew quieter, more sullen and downtrodden. You weren't as happy or talkative as you once were...

• It came to a head when you caught the ire, the hatred, of your two "mentors"... Two of the three adults ferals, the ones you heard whispers of late at night, talking about how you might be related to them, perhaps a clone... You weren't sure what you did, just that when they found you that day, you were dragged off into a lone room, given no explanation or warning. Their faces were filled with a blind rage, a freezing wrath, and the next thing you know you're being yelled at. Loud, furious roars, a tight, bruising grip on your arm, and no way out... And suddenly-

• SLASH!

• A searing pain filled your senses, and you're crying, trying to hold a hand to the wounds on your face, hoping to stop the pain, the hurt, the redredredred- They order you to stop crying, to stop wailing, or they'll give you a reason to. And so you cover your mouth as best you can, sucking in sharp breath after sharp breath, blinded by the blood dripping down your face. It stains the floor, once clean, a filthy, ugly crimson, garnet-colored ichor growing into a small puddle. They huff, but go to leave, only telling you to clean yourself up. And then they're gone, and you're on your own, and nothing is right anymore.

• Over the next two weeks, you keep your head down and stay out of everyone's way. No more talking than needed, no direct eye contact, and no being around anyone for longer than you're required. You weren't blind to it anymore, were you? That you weren't safe. That you weren't cared about. That you were alone. And with that realization, you grew to dread being near them, near the other kids and the adults and anyone else who was around. But... you had the beginnings of an idea. One that could end your suffering... It would be risky, but... At this point, you'd rather risk the threat of death than stay another day.

• It's at night when you make your move. It's quiet, dark, chilly. You aren't dressed for the weather, and you aren't prepared for whatever is out there. All you have are the clothes on your back and the boots on your feet. You make it mostly all the way, out of the compound, facility, whatever they called the place yo- they, lived in. There's snow out, thick sheets coating the ground and flakes of it dancing down from the sky. It's beautiful... You wished you could have enjoyed it, but there wasn't time to do so. You made your way from the field towards the woods, the icy dirt crunching beneath your feet...

• "Wh-? Reader, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

• And then you're running, as swift and fleet as you can, as far away as you can run. Your feet carry you through the frosty woods, stirring up small bits of snow as you race by, the wind howling around you as you flee for your life. Sometimes your feet nearly slide out from under you, having stepped onto an ice patch, but you quickly right yourself and go faster, forcing yourself to keep going no matter what you hear or how much it scares you...

• Until you eventually reach a seething, ice-studded rocky outcropping. The beginnings of a river spill over a ledge, crashing into a foaming, roaring current, twisting away into the wintery night. You're stuck. And then the worst possible thing happens- they find you.

• "Reader. Get back here. NOW."

• You take a step back, pulling your hands closer to your chest. The noise is almost unbearable, being so close to the raging water so close to you. They only take a step closer, an angry, annoyed look on their faces... "Get over here. NOW. Or you're going to be in even worse trouble." A whine hums in your throat, a pathetic sound. You take another step back, and feel a subtle shift in the rock beneath you. "That's it, I SAID-!"

• CRACK!

• The ground beneath you breaks, sending you tumbling down into the rocks and water below with only a scream as your last words. And soon, all you know is the icy touch of water filling your lungs and the sting of rocks on your skin...

• You weren't sure how you initially woke up... You weren't sure you were even alive... But with a weak, gurgling gasp, you cough up the water sitting in your lungs, gagging into the dirt as you try to hold yourself up. When you eventually finish with one last rasping breath, you crack open your eyes, looking around you. You're by the river, lying in the dirt and rocks and silt of its shore, which is surrounded by endless snow-capped trees and endless sky. And somehow... You feel a small pang of hope. You made it, after all. You weren't dead. You were... free. Of course... now you had to actually get to where people were. Find food. Maybe drink some of the water from the river...

• You weren't quite sure how long you had stayed in the wilderness, scrounging up small, half-starved animals and barely surviving the few times you tried to take on larger prey. Having your cheek ripped open by an antler and having a bear bite through your arm weren't fun experiences, but you had learned that while you could hunt some prey, the larger, more filling prey wasn't what you could go after. You'd learned plenty of things from your time alone in the wild, but your loneliness still grew. It was always festering under the surface. You were glad once you stumbled into a small town, dragging yourself through an alley to spy on the normal going-ons of humans. You hadn't really seen or met a human since before you were five, and you only had the hatred of the X-Men/Brotherhood to explain them. Which led to your decision to scout the woods around the sleepy town, to find a way to read them before you met anyone. And what a thing you found: A small, dusty yet cozy abandoned cabin, just right for you to move into.

• And so that was how your first year was spent, foraging bones and rocks from the forest and hunting animals, selling their pelts or even the whole bit of prey to make a living. You came up with a small story for any townsfolk who asked about you, saying you had an ill family parent to take care of and a relative who visited from time to time to make sure your schooling got done (it was all a lie. You had to say something, and saying you were a mutant child who escaped a dangerous group of bigger, meaner mutants was a no-go). They more or less bought it. They didn't press for any information after that besides occasionally asking if the fake family members were okay. All in all, you had been doing... alright...

• You didn't reveal anything beneath the surface of your skin. You didn't talk about your nightmares, of being back with them, of being hurt, of being laughed at, of being killed- You didn't mention how you got hurt when you hunted, how you sometimes used your own claws to do the hurting for you, slicing them through your skin until blood ran like water- You couldn't bring yourself to deal with your panic attacks, your paranoia and inner turmoil, the fact it hurt to think-

• Yet it didn't last more than three years...

• You weren't sure how they found you. You weren't sure if it was an accident, or if they knew you were alive the entire time, or if someone tipped them off. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, because they'd stumbled on the little town and had found you within a few days. Seeing them for the first time in so long... You only felt a rising, bubbling feeling of blind fear. It didn't matter if their faces went all weird and soft, or that they tried to get near you, you didn't care- You ran, you bolted, running deep into the woods and not looking back for a second. It didn't matter what you left behind! You had to move, you had to run, you had to fleefleeflee-!

• It shouldn't have surprised you when something thunked into the earth next to you, thin and sharp and leaving an odd smell behind. It shouldn't have surprised you when your old mentors managed to find you, their eyes dark with something that wasn't hate or malice... But you didn't think it would be any better. You know a few of the others, older now than when you last saw them, are close by. You keep your claws out, your face set into a fearful snarl, ready to flee or bite or scram at a moment's notice.

• "Oh, cub... What did we do ta ya?" You do your best to keep an eye on both of them, which proves difficult. They're on either side of the small clearing, each watching you with sharp, unwavering eyes. It doesn't help that when you try to move further away, as far as you can from them, they only move towards that side, keeping themselves in your way of escaping. Their scents are off, something dark and deep and somber, not their old usual fury and annoyance. Their claws aren't out, either... It's strange, for people who want you dead... (Right? They want you dead, to kill you, right?) "Shhh... Cub... I know a lot has happened... I know yer scared, an' yer hurtin', an' I know it's our fault. I know nothin' we do er say can make up fer it... But... please... please give us a chance ta help ya. Please... all we want is ta help ya. All we want is ta give ya what we should've from the beginnin'..." Your eyes dart between them fearfully, a soft whine building in your throat. This is worse than your nightmares. This is your nightmares come to take you back. And you can't have that.

• You try to dart out of the clearing, trying to dodge past the hands that go to grab you-

• But large, warm hands grab the back of your shirt, tugging you back into an iron grip. "Cub, calm down, please! We promise ya we aren't gonna hurt ya! Yer safe, yer okay, yer not gonna be hurt-" You don't pay it any heed, kicking and scratching and biting at what you can, doing everything in your power to break free from the arms keeping you captive. It does nothing. All that happens is the arms tightening and a flurry of panicked words filling the air. "Kid, cub-! Just, calm down fer one minute! We can talk this out-! Please, ya gotta stop fightin' us, ya gotta stop fightin' me! I know yer scared, I know, just, please-!" It doesn't matter what either man says, as all it earns from you is a fearful scream as you struggle harder. The scents around you are rife with sorrow, salty and cold and damp like earth after rain. You hear a wounded noise come from them, but you don't stop your attempt to escape the hold on you. A long, hurt sigh whooshes out, followed by the hold on you pinning you further.

• "I'm so sorry, cub... But we can't let ya keep goin' on like this. Yer hurtin' yerself. And we just can't let that happen."

• And just like that... something presses into your flesh, a sharp sting, which is gone just as quick. A hiss escapes you, your hands suddenly clawing so you can feel at where you were stung. "Shhh... don't worry, cub... It's justa small sedative... It won't hurt ya, all it's gonna do is make ya all sleepy an' tired..." Your eyes widen, then with a small shriek you try to tug yourself away. You can already feel the drug seeping in, a buzz at your skin and thoughts. The more you struggle, the more your thoughts cloud up, earning more movement from you as you do your best to snap out of it. Something akin to a sob breaks loose from you as your tugs and scratching grows weaker, the drug nestling into your system and numbing your limbs. Your mind keeps growing more muddled, thick and soft and syrupy... A hiccup pushes past your lips, being met by a hand patting lightly at your hair. It's weight feels good, the warmth sending you deeper into your tired state. When you try to speak, the words leave you, turning into a sleepy mumble, your body slumping into the hold around you. Everything feels quiet... barely there... So soft... So calm... Hardly any thought stays inside you as your breaths soften, the fear and fight leaving you as you stumble into unconsciousness...

• "Good cub... Just go ta sleep... We'll help ya feel better, that's it..."

• They're careful, one of them holdin' their kid while the other alerts the others, letting them know they have Reader with them and that they had to use a sedative to calm 'em down. It feels so surreal, seein' their once bright kid so... tired. So scared. So hurt. Bein' near 'em, even tha other teens, scared them enough that they were runnin' inta freezin' weather, all ta stay away from 'em. But... They can't let 'em go. Not again. The last time they let 'em go, they thought they died (maybe they actually did, and only came back due to their small healing factor...). They hurt them, they terrified them, they were tha reason they were afraid, the reason they were hurtin'. And now the kid was hurting themself. Was causing themself pain, with no one ta stop them er help them er let 'em know they'd be alright. They'd be d*mned if they let it continue. They'd be worse than dead if they left 'em ta wilt away on their own, ta slip off inta the blinding snow once more... They might have ta keep them calm, make it so they're relaxed enough so they can help them... But they'll do anything, just ta keep them alive. Ta make them feel loved. Ta be their family. And this time, they're gonna do it right...

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