Okay but imagine a Coruscant Guards TV show that focuses on Fox, a sarcastic, seemingly arrogant shabuir, who actually has one of the softest hearts and takes every failure very personally, because he is responsible for his little brothers, for the safety of the senate and Coruscant.
We would see Fox deal with Palps, a manipulating old man, who at one point would drop his act in front of him .
We would see Fox internal conflict, knowing that the chancellor is not who he pretends to be. Yet he would be forced to play along to keep his brothers safe.
We would see him lose his honor and hope for the republic as time progresses, because this whole war is just a play for the chancellor.
We would see this man become more and more tired, see him tortured by nightmares that are no nightmares at all, but the chancellor’s promises and doings.
We would see a man that had to grow up way to quick, who was once laughing with his batch but then left behind, alone to the silent darkness.
We would get glimpses of Kamino, experiments (possibly twin clone experiments), hard training sessions, little cadets, laughing, crying, stubbornly standing up again and again.
We would see his growing distrust towards the jedi, although all those years on kamino it was carved in to their minds to trust the jedi with their life.
We would see this soldier longing for the stars, wishing he could be just that what he was made for, canon fodder. But instead he is on a tight leash of the chancellor, his resolve and will slowly crumbling, his heart getting consumed by darkness and hate.
We would see this man win many fights on Coruscant. We would see him solving different problems. We would see him as the competent all rounder he is.
But we would also see him fall. We would see him fail. Not only missions but also his men. His little brothers.
We would see him at his worst after Ponds death, after he kills fives, after Thorn’s death. Thorn, the only one whom he would have let close enough, because Thorn was just that, a thorn to his side.
We would see the darkness closing around him, completely clouding his mind, his judgement and intuition. He would have nothing left except his duty and the core instinct to protect his vode, his aliit.
And then we would see him die, see Vader force snap Fox's neck because of a mistake. We would watch him drop to the ground with no one caring, because he had pushed everyone away to protect them.
We would see Wolffe notice, losing half of his soul, getting it painfully ripped out as Fox marches on, finally free. He would be the only one to remember his vod'ikas name and his once so kind heart.
It would be a show full of drama, horror and mystery.
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No but it's...
the way they naturally fall into eachother's roles when the other isn't there.
the instinctual head-tilt when Crosshair stabilized his rifle on Tech's shoulder, as if they'd done it a thousand times before.
It's the fact that Tech clearly told Phee all about his brother.
It's the sad, fond smile on Crosshair's face when Omega said Tech made her memorize all the plans ("of course he did").
It's the way Tech knew exactly where to look for that mirror.
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Uncle Damian Mode ACTIVATE
Twins Danny and Damian but! They both know where the other is (Damian going to Bruce and Danny being sent to the Fentons on a mission at a young age), has kept in touch and all that.
They just...never got around to telling anyone about the other.
That is until Danny comes interrupting Damian on patrol one night in a panic, pushes a bundle into his arms and hurriedly says "Read our texts! It'll explain! I gotta go, got a fruitloop on my tail! Be back when I can!"
And rushes off. When Damian looks down at the bundle in his arm, ignoring the yelling on comms and Nightwing rushing over, he is stunned to see a almost identical face to that of his brother staring back at him, only he can tell its female from the more delicate features.
When he later reads the texts his brother sent during his patrol... well he's tempted to go fruitloop hunting but he has a niece to take of... and inform his father of his granddaughter he's currently holding.
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Someone is making TikToks of Tim.
But it isn't Tim?
They're TikToks of him doing weird, mundane shit. Usually wearing a NASA hoodie, and the shit is usually vaguely threatening to the health of any regular human.
But Tim doesn't even have a TikTok outside of the PR one for Red Robin.
So who the hell is pretending to be him?
Danny, who wanted to try TikTok without using his real name, chose a random pseudo to do dumb shit under.
The pseudo name is Tim.
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DC x DP Prompt
Some way, somehow (up to you), Dan, Danny, and Dani all end up living with Vlad.
Vlad is ecstatic. The three D's aren't, but it's not like they have a choice.
To push things forward, they end up begrudgingly going to a Wayne Gala with him, and like most gala kids, they were subjected to forceful, nosy, uncomfortable, and unnecessary questions from adults they don't like, and they know, don't really care.
One of the few obvious questions would be, 'How old are you?'.
Dan, despite being in a clone body of Danny, grows just a bit faster and taller than him and refuses to be the same age as that twerp. So he says that he's one year older than Danny.
Danny, who is absolutely pissed that his clone body is growing faster than him and also refuses to be the same age as that asshole, uses his actual age.
Dani, on the other hand, is having some internal struggles about being a clone and how her body and mind were basically forced to become more mature than she actually is. How she desperately wishes to be a child but will never have the opportunity to be. Or how she wants to be her own person but doesn't know how, and is simply borrowing from everyone around her.
She gets the dreaded question, 'How old are you?'. She doesn't want to be too close to Dan or Danny and 'copy' them. But she doesn't want to be too far off from them because she's really not much smaller than Danny, and also finds comfort in being close to them even if she is just 'copying' them. So she says she's a year younger than Danny.
The Gala goes on, yada yada yada. Then they go home.
A few weeks later, one of the D's (I'm thinking Dan) finds an online article about the Masters family and begins laughing their ass off.
Apparently, Irish twins were one thing. But Irish triplets? That had the general public and social elite in an uproar for weeks to come.
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