Jul 12
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i love crashy
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yet another artfight ref, still need to put this one up
i love crashy
WIP Word Wednesday
Rules: Search your WIP for the word of the week, share a snippet and tag some others!
Tagged by @navigatorwrongway! 🙏 This week’s word is kind
Call Sign
There’s a scene with Djao and some of the others working outside when something goes wrong and *lop* There goes Djao’s finger.
Barak sits between Djao and Nocturne in the infirmary, holding Djao’s arm down on the table and leaning his upper body weight into keeping it pinned. Djao’s still trying to get away.
“Why are you so fidgety about leeches?” Barak asked over his shoulder. “It’s just a little one.”
“Because I remember the parasitology course and- *gag*- can’t stand them. I’ve seen their little mouths under a microscope.”
“Well, that’s what you get for sticking things under a microscope,” Barak said. “Sometimes ignorance is bliss.”
Djao pulled and pulled and pulled, but to no avail. His boots squeaked on the polished duracrete. Nocturne had already sterilized the synthflesh joinery tissue and finished suturing the finger back into place, keeping Djao’s hand flat as it twitched. “If you keep moving, it’s going to take longer.”
“Don’t care,” Djao mumbled. “I don’t even need the finger. Take it back. I’ll make do.”
“Crash said Djao lost a finger?” Rizel’s voice came from the doorway. Djao absently kicked out again, trying to dislodge Barak.
“It would be an easy fix,” Barak said, readjusting. “If he’d stop moving.”
Crash and Veetch appeared behind Rizel, curious. “Did you fix it?”
“Not yet,” Nocturne said, annoyed. “Di’kut’s going to end up with nerve damage at best if he keeps it up.”
“Which one is it, one of the middle ones?” Rizel asked with a knowing gleam in her eye. “That’d be a shame, Jay, you need those.”
“Sure, yeah, just let the whole peanut gallery in to watch my medical episode,” Djao groused loudly. “Just line up and take a couple holos while you’re at it.”
“Is that an option?” Veetch asked. “I'll put them with the tattoo and dianoga pics.”
“Are those the kind of leeches that get bigger the longer they’re latched on?” Crash asked. “There’s some on Avaross that’ll grow for as long as they have a blood source—”
Djao screeched in anger, thrashing again. Barak and Nocturne glared.
“Not helping.”
“Sorry, Cap.”
Tagging: @autumnwoodsdreamer, @oloreaa, @fallen-knight, @jedi-valjean, and you!
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Feat. The Killer
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I know I missed the deadline, but you still can laugh about dear Captain Tukk next week again.
Blind Date on AO3 by JuZu is so incredibly sweet and funny. He is a heartbreaker and a flirt. So hot and handsome... and he KNOWS.
Ughhh there's this SMILE again
Totally no worries, Caro! Last week was bananas with me running home to visit family, so there were a few that didn't quite make it. ALL GOOD! And this little fic seems like so much fun! Tukk deserves a night of carefree flirting and fun (I say this as someone that could never do the blind dating thing myself hahaha). Thanks so much for the rec!
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Subculture
It was pastels and skulls, sugar and spice, power puff and power punk. Penelope had an affection for the whole lifestyle, the pink and frills to the needles and medical wear. Her favorite thing? The knee highs in every colour of the rainbow and then some. Her favorite person? Crash, partner in crime and passion, their go to for the mutual love and the capitalist hate. She loved a good opposites attract.
Crash and Penelope hadn’t been together all that long, honestly Britney hated how quickly Pen got accepted into their band, especially with the slough that she put Crash through. Penelope was just that good with singing. Not really, but Crash needed an excuse to bring their girlfriend along with them on tour, and once she showed off the actually useful talent of being a roadie they really had a good reason.
Crash and her would go to the cutest places she could find in whatever city they were stopped in. sometimes a bakery, others an attraction or marry-go-round, but they always made front page Instagram couple status. Penelope would get a thousand pictures wherever they went, she was weak for the pink drink beside her almost goth partner, and most of them were saved for herself.
Crash was a bit of a poet, and hated being called an emo or hipster, even though some combination of traits was exactly her style. Penelope love all of it, their dynamic style and, even when being so negative would come so easily, Crash always knew how to be a realist, not cynical.
irn’a. (ryl for uncle);
crash beams at ama, still gently rocking nuthi back and forth, one strong arm supporting her as his hand tickles her forehead, boops her nose, humming cheerfully to her. ' she's a cute kid, ' he says, trying to sound nonchalant. ' you know, every so often, i think i get why jango was willing to be the gene donor if he got boba in return. '
[ ... ] crash notices the paper shift, ever so slightly, and his face goes carefully blank for a moment, pursing his lips with wonder, before his eyes crinkle in a smile again. not his business, really. still, he holds nuthi close to his chest, rocking her briefly. 'tayl mav, ik'aad. ret akaan ven ruyot par'gar, bal gar'nuhur ratiin kaab, ' he murmurs, like a blessing.
crash ( @mandowo ‘s) and nuthi (amaranth’s niece, mine), drawn by the insanely talented color and atmosphere wizard @prince-raisins-art 💜
Quick drawing of Crash :)
I've been trying to get better at doing poses fast (Reference under cut)