Your designation is CT-7567. Captain. 501st Clone Battalion. But your name, the one that matters more than any number or rank, is Rex.
You were a good soldier. You followed orders.
And now you’re attempting to steal the entire 501st Legion while Darth Vader’s back is turned…
“Rex?”
Darth Vader has returned. He wasn’t supposed to be on Mustafar, but here he is, and here you are trying to defect with his soldiers, and if you’re very lucky he’ll kill you instantly instead of interrogating you for information about the Rebellion.
just me my trying my hardest to become Harry from this absolutely beautiful drawing created by the wonderful @saffie-art
IM SCREAMING HAVING SOMEONE COSPLAY MY ART HAS BEEN ONE OF MY DREAMS SINCE I FOUND OUT WHAT COSPLAY WAS You did so so so so good with the pose and the scar and EVERYTHING WOW
“I heard him order Soundwave to get Laserbeak to record several fights for him. At first I thought it was a gladiator thing, studying your opponents moves and whatnot… but I swear he spends more time admiring paused moments of him standing over Optimus after he trips or something than actually studying the moves.”
Have some detail closeups
Starscream and Knockout being the gossipy divas they are for @plushi! Thank you for having such a fun prompt! I will send you the link to the higher resolution images! And listen I needed an excuse to give them the dramatic lighting they deserve so leaning against a console it is!! Two versions, one with text and one without.
Woo! I was practically vibrating with excitement to post this submission for the @secretsolenoid event! This was a blast!
Starlight Yellow coming in with a loving nose boop!! ✨✨✨ this super adorable AU is by @snakehours of their Selkie AU!! I love these babies so much ✨ they are so sweet and cute, a must see AU!! Also seals are one of the cutest animals in the world no contest ✨
Well! Since you ask me for a primer on new Good Omens writer, John Finnemore, I believe I may have such a thing just ready for you -*
John Finnemore is an absolute delight of a writer who has primarily written for radio, particularly comedy. He has done quite a lot, so if you’re wondering where to start, here are my key recommendations;
1. John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme Season 9 - please listen to this. It is probably my favourite piece of media I have encountered in the past couple of months, and I have been on a hot streak. A family history told over five generations and 120 years, it is told in reverse chronological order, starting at the pandemic. All of the characters are delightful and strange in wildly different ways, there’s brilliant historical notes throughout, and the family is so gorgeously revealed through shared jokes and references which start to take on increased significance as you discover their origins.
I aspire to be Jerry Wilkinson. And Gally Nightgale. I suspect I am Russ, however.
(Oh, and it has excellent queer rep, including ace rep.)
(There are another 8 seasons of Souvenir Programme, which are traditional sketch show seasons and also very funny).
I promise this won’t be very a long author’s note so, in summary: life really Got Real for a while there, and I lost the time to write at all. Most of the things I write and put out to the world mean something to me, but my current long project is weightyin a way that’s possibly also just a lot of self-pressure. Either way, I couldn’t leap right back into it after Februarch, and it’s Zutara Month, and my dearest and most beloved Northern Twin, @lizanthium, who deserves the best of the world, is not getting the best of the world right now.
OfcourseLiz’sSWT Zuko AU was the first thing I thought of when I saw today’s prompt. But I’ve already made a mess in that universe enough, so I decided to be Extra TM by writing her a “get well soon, I think you’re awesome so just keep being you, I believe in you so much” little thing set in an AU of her AU. If you’re new here: writing fic of fic is, horrifyingly and shamefully, like my signature anime attack move.
So here you go! I joked once about doing a Shakespearean/fairytale-Disney AU in which Zuko was set up in an arranged marriage with Yue, and then he and Yue fall head over heels in love (at first sight-ish, hence the Disney vibes) with both parts of the SWT delegation that come to celebrate their wedding. Cue the Shakespearean comedy and angst vibes as everybody tries to figure themselves out. So this isn’t, exactly, SouthernWater Tribe Zuko. Yet. But I’ll submit it to the tag in a vain hope it makes the mark, somehow. Here are two planned beginning snippets of the AU for the worldbuilding feels, and then one scene that I didn’t plan to write but that neededto see the light of day because @barelyaware drewsuch hysterical and amazing fanart for it.
Liz, you’re so special. May this brighten your week at least a little. Thank you for your brain in which the SWT Zuko AU exists.
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“The way forward to find your own North Star is not to think or feel your way forward, but to dissolve the thoughts and feelings that are actually lies. You don’t have to learn your destiny — you already know it; you just have to unlearn the thoughts that blind you to what you know.” — Martha Beck.
She had always longed to be included in the war meetings her father and the tribe Elders held. Or, barring that stretch of custom, at least the serious meetings where tribe matters were discussed and decided. Yue was, after all, their princess, and one day to rule beside their chief. She had been brought up understanding and accepting that her husband would get her father’s title and responsibilities, but, as she grew older, she secretly looked at her father, ruling without her mother by his side, and wondered what would happen to her should the Spirits take the tribe’s next chief from them early. What if they had no son by that time, or had one, but he was too young? What would happen to the tribe if she did not know enough to keep them afloat until a new chief could come? Yue had never known how to broach such fears with her father, however, and so she had kept them to herself and to her prayers.
Now, finally sitting in a war meeting, Yue wished she had never longed for this moment to come and, in equal measure, wished that she had asked for it sooner. Her father’s face was as grave as a wall of black ice, but there was also a lack of his usual steadiness about him that frightened her beneath her own forced stillness and straight back. Yue couldn’t place where it appeared to be missing; was it in his shoulders or his hands or the way his eyes looked around the room? It occurred to her, with deep sadness, that perhaps it was shethat was different; that the mirage that had hung around her father for so long had finally dissipated as they came to this moment, and she saw him as simply a man. Still wise and strong and worthy of all her love, but just a man.
