RESOURCES FOR POSES

Since we haven’t started the @jedijune​ prompts yet, I thought I’d just do a bit of a teaser for what I have planned. 

A lot of my Jedi content this month will focus on their relationship with younglings, and there’s not better way to start things off than to remind you all that Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi actually spoils kids a lot and always have.

There’s just so much softness and love and fondness here, and it’s beautiful. 

+ Bonus: Yes, he spoiled Anakin too, just a bit <3

Ahsoka is now 1000% convinced that’s Anakin’s kid. I don’t think she’s felt this at home in years.

For anyone who missed it, this is not Ezra’s first yeet-the-baby offense.

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#IsBruceWayneBatman: a social media au | Part I

I love the trope where Fox casually mentions something horrible the Coruscant Guards are subjected too, because to him it’s just routine, and all the other commanders go “wtf vod that’s not normal, how long has this been going on?”, but I can’t stop thinking about the other way around.

Like they mention something about how long their shifts are, how much they get to eat, or how they get bed rest and medicine when they’re injured, and Fox just goes “Wait, you guys are getting 7 hours of sleep? You’re not half-starving all the time? You don’t have to go back on duty when you’re hurt and you get decent healthcare?”

Cody mentions how General Kenobi will drag his ass to his quarters if he overworks himself, Wolffe tells about that time Plo Koon brought pastries for his whole batallion, Rex sighs about the battles he’s missed because General Skywalker basically gave Kix full authority over the troops when they’re hurt/sick, and Fox is staring at them like “You’re kidding me, right? This has to be some elaborate prank you made up, because our superiors would never treat clones that well. Come on you can stop, I won’t fall for something so obvious.”

His brothers get concerned fast.

gooooood morning for the promt thingy: "i’m not leaving you here" but don't stress yourself!!!! hope youll have a great day ((:

content warning for minor descriptions of injuries!

“Fox,” Thire whispers, kneeling down to the awfully still body lying in the hallway.

Fox is cold. But when he presses his fingers against the small patch of skin below his helmet he can feel his steady pulse, though too fast. He sends Nova a comm telling them to prepare a bed.

“Hey, Commander,” Thire tries again, nudging him. Fox groans this time.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re lying in the middle of the hallway,” Thire notes. “Come on, let’s get you up. Nova is waiting.”

“No,” Fox says.

“No?”

“Hurts. Moving—It hurts. Just leave me here for a bit. I’ll—I’ll be up later.”

Thire frowns. “I’m not leaving you here, Fox. Where does it hurt?”

“Head. Back. Everywhere.”

“Okay. How about this? I pick you up and get you to medical without you having to do a thing, and once you’re there Nova can help you.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“You’re very strong and brave.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m shiny,” Fox bites. Then sighs. “Okay. You can carry me.”

Thire carefully lifts his brother into his arms. Fox is quiet. If Thire had to guess he’d say that he’s biting back any noises that’d indicate he’d be in pain.

There’s blood sipping through the armor.

“Fox, how badly are you hurt,” Thire croaks as he arranges Fox to be as comfortable as possible and then quickly starts walking.

“I’ll live.”

“Fuck. What did he do to you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Probably from—the shocks.”

“You’re in shock?”

“No, dumbass. Electrical shocks.”

“Fucking hell, Fox.”

Fox doesn’t respond. He leans against Thire’s chestplate and Thire hears him breathe heavily through the helmet.

“Almost there, Commander,” he tries. Fox doesn’t respond.

As soon as he enters medbay Nova is in front of him, taking Fox’s still form out of his arms and wordlessly moving him to one of the beds. “Help him get that off,” they instruct. Thire moves to remove Fox’s individual armor pieces, and once those are gone Nova helps sit Fox up so they can get him out of his undersuit. Thire has to stop himself from wincing as he sees the bruises covering his body.

“I’ll kill him one day,” Thire says. Nova injects something in Fox’s arm and Fox takes the treatment silently, not quite looking at them. He does squeeze Thire’s hand back when Thire moves to hold his. “You know you can’t,” he breathes.

“Why were you in the hallway in the first place?”

“Wanted to go to my room after. Didn’t get further.”

“Idiot,” Thire says.

“I outrank you. Have—fuck, that hurts.”

Nova works quietly. Fox tightens his hold on Thire’s hand, and Thire imagines what it’d be like to put a bullet through the Chancellor’s skull.

Cody's Best One-Liners

There’s a piece of flimsi tacked to the wall, unassuming in a way that is casually acute and altogether too smug. The letters loop gracefully, but they point at the ends like a lighthearted jab.

Which, naturally, they are, because at the top of the flimsi in Obi-Wan’s dry-humored handwriting is written “Cody’s Best One-Liners.”

Cody never knows whether to laugh or grimace or roll his eyes, but for the life of him he doesn’t have the heart to take it down.

So it grows, an entry popping up every few days with the same amused devotion that plays in the twitches of the Jedi Master’s beard.

“Maybe a cough drop would do it.” And the admirals had glowered, but Obi-Wan hacked out a strangled laugh and suggested that perhaps, indeed, General Grievous could be persuaded to negotiate.

“If you leave them alone they’ll be glued together by the time anyone gets back.” Boil looked affronted, but Waxer had covered giggles behind his hands while Boil’s mask melted. They snorted, identically, and even the shinies had laughed.

“No need to call the demolition crew. Rex’s guys will take care of it.”

“You’re not confused, sir, you’re just wrong.”

“Wolfpack’s late again - I suppose General Koon really is serious about that parental quality time thing….”

“You are not excused from eating your rations unless the Force feeds you, which is exactly what I will do if you don’t.”

Obi-Wan takes great pleasure in adding to it. He saunters up to the flimsi almost lazily, a pen between his fingers, a loose grin coloring his cheeks, and pointedly does not look at Cody when he makes his little expansions. He just smiles, somewhere between stupid and knowing. It’s insufferably affectionate, and it drives Cody half-mad.

It’s safely in their joint apartment, the one the Jedi and the Marshal Commander accidentally share, so it’s not like someone will stumble in to see it. A private joke.

But Obi-Wan’s other great pleasure comes from dropping hints about it. “We ought to write that one down, Commander,” he’ll say, or “how I wish I were inspired enough to make even half of Cody’s quips.”

Most embarrassingly, he introduces them both to the new batch of shinies with “don’t be fooled by Cody’s formidable exterior. Our dear Commander has quite the sense of humor….” which makes Cody glad for his bucket. Wooley excuses himself and steps a safe distance away, where undoubtedly he can laugh without the shinies knowing.

But Cody looks back at it and can’t help feeling warm.

He sits on the tiny couch they share, in the common room between their separate bedrooms. There’s movement on the other side of the thin wall - Obi-Wan must be in the ‘fresher. His datapad is held in his lap; a cup of caf steams on the wobbly end table beside him.

Obi-Wan comes through the door, a cup of warm tea pressed into his palm, and settles next to Cody on the couch. The drink is herbal, subtle, a vaguely floral sweetness. There is something stronger underneath, solid and quietly bright.

“Cassius?” the commander asks, and cants his head towards the mug.

The Jedi hums. “The Mandalorians say it brings good health.”

Cody looks up, a wry smile and raised eyebrows and a soft tease. “I hope so, considering your vendetta against a full night’s sleep.”

Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs, comfortably surprised. The sound is effortlessly joyful, and Cody wishes for that kind of peace. The general seems to carry it inside of him, as if it is woven into the essence of his flesh, his clothes, his beard, into the crabbed, gentle elegance of his handwriting.

Obi-Wan fumbles for a pen.

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212th for 212? More coming soon, hopefully :)

I wrote the beginning of this piece a few weeks ago and ran right into a wall. It took some effort to finish, but I do love this idea. If anyone's seen this post, yeah. I will never get over Cody's dumb f**king banter. Or Cody, in general.

I will, therefore, leave you with an alternate one-liner that *almost* made it in here. Wolfpack's late again - though I would be too if I had to organize a platoon's worth of Father's Day gifts for General Koon.

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Vero and Butch were both deathworlders. Different species and different deathworlders, but still. I was instructed not to let them meet, but how could I resist?

I stood there while they spoke, getting very excited about all their similarities. The shared experiences they had and the similar stories of horror.

I was becoming more and more uncomfortable the more they spoke. They habited planets where one had to pick which natural disaster they were the most comfortable with. Children learned at young ages to keep their favorite things close for quick packing. They desensitized themselves to the disasters they grew up with, to the point where they no longer feared them.

When they began discussing their histories, I grew nauseous. I created an excuse to end the conversation. Vero left with me, and Butch went elsewhere.

“Thank you. I’m not sure how much more I could have taken,” Vero said.

“What? I thought you two were getting along great?” I asked.

“We were. Until I asked how his people adapted to their environments. He said ingenuity. That’s not an answer, and it’s certainly no safeguard. My people created bio enhancements. His people just, grew more stubborn. It’s terrifying.”

So even deathworlders are scared of humans. How interesting.

Spiderman Field Trip Fic Recs

Whoever came up with this trope honestly deserves an award... every single one of them manages to do something different, and most of them are hilarious!

This is the worst timeline by Hittinmiss (6.6k)

this fic is absolutely hysterical from start to finish, with cameos from almost all of the Avengers and a (let's be honest) realistic number of vine references.

Mr Stark Enough For You? (another field trip fic bcs we dont have enough) by Livinei (7k)

this is one of my all time favourite field trip fics... the relationship with tony & peter is just written so perfectly and it is so sweet!

It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk (5k)

this fic is so funny!!! the sheer curiosity of all of Peter's classmates even when they are getting told they can't ask questions makes me laugh every time

Perhaps He's Not Missing Out After All. by NotYoCheese (6.6k)

this is just so sweet!! i would pay all of the money to see the look on Flash's face as well xD

The Field Trip by DJ_unicornsgr8 (8.6k)

i think the tag "Flash has no sense of self preservation" sums this entire fic up pretty well!

Definitely Worth It by jennylarner (16k)

Peter is not having a good day in this, but it is so worth it, exactly as the title says!

from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh (18k)

this fic has a lot more peril than most of them do, and i would say it's probably it's the different to the rest of the fics... but it is written amazingly, and i just love all of the characters in this!

so...that's all of them. if you have any fic suggestions or you want me to make a specific fic rec list, feel free to ask! and, as always, thank you to all the wonderful authors for writing and sharing all of these :D

headcanon that once when the 501st was on coruscant between missions a group consisting of echo fives jesse kix and rex all decided that they were gonna play as spies and figure out where the fuck skywalker was going every fucking night

like, they have a whole plan: we gotta be stealth, we are speed, we are the shadows. they have to wait outside the jedi temple for hours on end because anakin's schedule is whack and he's really unpredictable and they all have to station themselves at five different exits because anakin always changes it up and they still lose him for the first week

that is, until one night. The group is arguing outside the temple about who is gonna guard what exit (fives really wants to go to the front so he can talk to the hot jedi he saw earlier) when suddenly the window above them slowly slides open and all five of these fully armored clones just swan dive behind garbage cans as anakin dramatic skywalker scales the building from one hundred feet up

they all just look at each other like. wow. it was that easy.

and the thing is is that anakin is so focused on making sure no one is able to see him from a distance that he doesnt even clock in the five clones in bright blue literally five feet away

and they're off, with rex leading the boys on their play away adventure

and it gets really tricky. Anakin walks the entire way ("honestly we should just quit now" -fives) and he's constantly doing his jedi jump tricks and launching himself onto fifty foot buildings so the clones have to make a human ladder and send kix up on comm so he can continue to track (kix is actually the best climber out of all of them due to the fact he always has to scale fucking cliffs to get to skywalker whenever he does something stupid) and they eventually realize exactly where anakin is beelining to. the senate building.

and then anakin just waltzs into the senate like its nothing and all the clones stop and are like "can we do that?" and they agree to just send kix in again to follow like hes on duty and then the rest of them climb using the grappling hooks fives convieniently forgot he had

after kix manages to track anakin to like the millionth floor the clones all meet on the landing deck to this random senator's room (kix had to jump out a window two hallways down and crawl along the window ledges) and then theyre like well whats the worst that happens we get fired?

so they argue and eventually it gets physical to the poitn where jesse and echo straight up launch fives through the window into the room where anakin is sitting watching padme cook on the counter

fives looks up like "heeeey guys whatchu makin?" and anakin immediately force throws him back out

but then the other clones bring it up to just go in so they walk in and as echo is writing down the details of the trip in his notebook jesse is like "are you fucking kidding me skywalker" and rex is shifting on his feet because yeah he knew but he didn't know that was what anakin was doing every night

and then padme sees kix and is like "oh hey kix! are you staying again tonight?"

and thats how kix manipulated his friends into basically breaking and entering when they could have just knocked

Desertduo Vigilante AU Masterpost

Welcome to the Vigilante AU Masterpost, every single post that is important to the story will be found here.

Remember, if I don’t answer one question immediately, there’s a high chance it will be explained in the future, or it was already explain in comics or asks.

Feel free to ask anything still !

Fanarts and Fanfics are VERY welcome, tag me on them or send me the link.

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Part 2

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Part 4 // 4.5

Part 5

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ASK (that are important to the plot)

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Why they can’t realize they are the same person

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