balloonthehutt

[balloonthehutt]

riyo: *exists*

cody:

Silver and Gold

Prompt: Taking them to jewelry stores to get to know their taste

Cody blinked again as he tried to focus on a dizzying display of necklaces, still amazed by the sheer value crammed into one room. Fox had told him that Shana’s was the best jewelry boutique in this sector, but if he had known that there would be this much gold and silver shimmering beneath the overhead lights, he may have worn his helmet inside.

He was still frowning at the display case, trying to decide which one his girlfriend would wear, when he heard said girlfriend choke behind him.

“My stars!” Riyo’s golden eyes were wider than he had ever seen them. “Have you seen these prices?” She let one fingertip hover over the glass cover of a tray of artfully arranged bracelets.

Cody grinned as he went to stand beside her. “You get what you pay for, I guess,” he said evasively. Honestly, he had no clue what jewelry was supposed to cost.

“Well, thank heavens we aren’t paying for anything today,” she remarked, looking slightly horrified.

Cody had to turn away before she saw his smile. Steering her toward the rings might be too obvious a move, but he was clocking the color and style of every piece she seemed to like, storing the information away for a time when he would come here alone.

He’d gotten the impression that for a proposal, the ring was supposed to be a surprise to the potential bride. But he wanted to be sure that Riyo liked it, all the same.

Prompt 12 of Codiyo Propaganda Ficlets! 8 more prompts to go 💜

Also on Ao3 in A Soft and Sunny Romance

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[balloonthehutt]

*sneak peek of obi wan kenobi season 2*

Codywan who reunited after Cody deserted, but they don’t get together. Because Obi-Wan is a self deprecating bastard who fully believes the whole “destined for infinite sadness” and Cody who’s too guilty about order 66 to bring it up.

Codywan who promised each other after the war but now it's here and they don't talk about it.

And the thing is.

The thing is.

They both still feel the same.

And they KNOW the other does too. They sleep in the same bed, they take meals together, they protect Luke.

But nothing ever happens

[balloonthehutt]

me when foxiyo:

Omg I love them sm they make me feel so whimsy like I'm jumping in a field of flowers 🥺🫶

[balloonthehutt]

The Jedi Code: There is no emotion, there is peace.

Obi-Wan: There is no peace, there is Anakin.

[balloonthehutt]

*sobbing in single*

WHY HE CANNOT BE REAL 😭😭

Falling for Flowers

fives has me in a little bit of a chokehold at the moment. he's just my little chaos baby, i can't help it.

pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x gn!reader

description: Fives is an idiot in love and Kix is sick of it

length: 895 words - some short fluff for you!

If he's not dead already, I'm gonna kriffing kill him. Kriffing di'kut, always in the kriffing medbay. "Where is he?" You barely restrained your frustrated tone as you snatched eye contact with the nearest medic.

He blinked like an eopie caught in flashlights - your irritable, tired flashlights - and raised a sheepish finger, not expecting you of all people to come bursting through the blast doors. But here you were. Getting pulled from an important debriefing with the Captain.

Gonna wrap him in enough kriffing bandages he'll look like a walking tal.

"Fives!" You snapped, hands on your hips, and he hiccupped.

"Fancy seeing you here." He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head, eyes snapping to you the second he heard your tone.

You ran your eyes up him in a studious look. The dirt on his boots, the scuff on his upper blacks. Nerves melting into a cheeky grin to try hide the fear at being caught. A single twig sticking from his ruffled black hair. Kix's smug expression as he finished examining his arm, blacks rolled up to this elbow, the tanned skin around his wrist puffy.

"He good?" You asked, shifting your gaze to the overworked medic doomed to service the 501st and Kix nodded. "Great." You walloped the ARC trooper round the head with absolutely no hesitation.

Kix snorted as Fives yelped, clutching he head with a miserably pained look. "You didn't even hold back a little." He whined like a bedridden tubie, rubbing the spot slowly.

"Three times." You held up as many fingers, shoving them in his face. "Three times I've been called down here because of your hazardous shebs in as many days." You raised your hand to smack him a second time and Fives flinched away, the slap landing on his arm instead.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" He pleaded after a second, harder, blow to his shoulder. One hand held defensively.

You returned your hand to your hips. "What was it this time?"

"Nothing to worry about." Fives explained, eyes shifting. "Just a slip..." he trailed off, drawing out the words, giving himself time to summon a convincing enough lie.

You flashed him a warning look and he switched tacts immediately, opting for the whole truth and nothing but the truth instead. "Fell out of a tree."

"You fell out of a tree?" You repeated tightly and Fives stilled. He knew that tone of voice, he knew the raised eyebrow meant trouble. "What were you doing up a motherkarking tree?!"

"Surveillance."

Kix responded simultaneously, "Picking flowers."

Fives glared at him with a muttered traitor as you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a restraining breath and praying to a deity you didn't believe in for strength.

Kix finished up by pressing a hypo to his arm, lucky he escaped with nothing but a sprain and wrapped a stiff, snowy white bandage around the puffy skin. Giving him strict instructions to take it easy. Fat chance of that.

He tilted his brown eyes to you in a question. "You sure this the one you want?"

Fives recoiled in offence and the tiniest smirk pulled your lip up. "Can't give him back." You joked exhaustedly, "Already tried, Rex said no."

Fives beamed proudly, nudging Kix with his elbow. "I burned the receipts."

"Could always give him away." Kis responded without missing a beat, gathering up his datapad as Fives pouted, stepping to the end of the cot to begin entering the accident report into the system.

"I don't think I hate anyone enough to give him away." You mused and betrayal briefly flashed in Fives' big eyes before something mischievous smoothed it over.

"I may be a nightmare." He grinned, hooking one finger through a loop on your heavy engineers overalls to tug you closer, booping your nose as if you hadn't been fuming two seconds ago. "But I'm your nightmare."

"I could give you something for that." Kix offered casually, "Make you sleep like death."

You let the blossoming smile slip fully onto your lips as Fives shot him a glare, curling a hand around his cheek to pull his gaze back to you. "Why were you picking flowers when we're supposed to be leaving?"

Fives' grin returned tenfold, beaming from ear to ear, and reached around you to grab the tiny - slightly squashed - flowers off the tray table. "Reminded me of you."

Warmth flooded your chest as you took them, fingers brushing over his glove around the thick stems. The pointed petals a tinted hue, somewhere between a dull grey and navy tone like the colour of your uniform with sharp points and an even sharper scent. Like summer sand and ocean air wrapped in one.

You slid your hand around his neck as he wrapped both arms at your waist, pulling you closer still. Fingers now combing up through his dark hair as the tip of his nose brushed your own.

"You're gonna crush the flowers." He warned in a whisper, breath tickling your cheek.

"They've survived worst."

"Nuh uh." He clicked his tongue, pulling back, a sparkle in his brown eye. "I didn't risk breaking an arm to get you those."

A bright laugh spilled from your lips and you chucked the flowers aside, grasping his face with both hands. "Shut up and kiss me already you absolute menace."

comments and reblogs are always welcome! please make my day. serotonin is an old and welcome friend but she visits so rarely dividers and art by @lornaka - @freesia-writes

[balloonthehutt]

now I'm crying, this was so adorable 😭

I'd love to hear Cody sing like that 🥹

You Are My Sunshine

Prompt: Impromptu karaoke while doing chores

“Let's go faraway,” Riyo sang, folding the forest-green towel in time with the song. “Farther than we ever dreamt we could today…”

She glanced at Cody out of the corner of her eye and giggled. He was grinning and shaking his head, the sunlight from the window filtering through his dark curls as he folded his own pile of towels with the same military precision he displayed when he made their bed. He always insisted he didn’t have the voice for her choretime karaoke, but she knew she only had to get through a few more verses before he’d join her anyway.

With that in mind, she picked up the tune again. “Pick a star and hold on tight – let's fly away…”

“Okay, I cannot hit that next note,” Cody told her with a chuckle. “You’re going to have to pick another song if you want me to sing.”

Riyo smiled at him, a knowing glimmer shining in her golden eyes. “Alright,” she agreed. “How about…” She took a breath, then sang, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.”

His dark brown eyes lit up at the words, and her heart melted – an action repeated a moment later by her knees when he took a step toward her and hooked one arm around her waist, looking down at her as if she were the only woman on Coruscant.

His voice joined hers, a deep rumble that melded smoothly with her higher notes.

“You make me happy, when skies are gray…”

Prompt 5 of Codiyo Propaganda Ficlets! 16 more prompts to go 💜

Also on Ao3 in A Soft and Sunny Romance.

[balloonthehutt]

I just imagined Rex and Cody crying after what happened on Umbara and then hugging each other and I'm not well 😭

Coming back to the Umbara arc (yes AGAIN) I think that clones from the 501st and 212th were hugging later. Like, cuddling, holding hands, comforting each other...this stuff. Because they all were probably scared as shit. Because they felt betrayed. Because they needed to show each other that they didn't mean it and that they're so so so so sorry. And because they needed reassurance and some comfort and just some damn warmth.

(and also because it's cute and I just love imagining clones doing cute things yay)

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One of them died, trying to save the galaxy.

The others lived to regret that they couldn't.

Something that breaks my heart the most about Fives' arc is knowing how desperately the Jedi were trying to save his life because they absolutely would have listened to him. He would have been able to fill in the missing piece to the puzzle that the Jedi were trying to solve.

Shaak-Ti spent the entire arc listening to Fives. She tried to help him, not realizing that a meeting with Chancellor Palpatine was a death sentence. No one knew that. Fives only knew Palpatine was involved because Palpatine told him he was, but that also sealed his fate because Palpatine framed Fives for an assassination attempt and ordered Fives' own brothers to turn their weapons on him.

And it's something that this is the arc that happened directly after the arc where Ahsoka left the Jedi Order after being framed for a crime she didn't commit. She didn't die, but that's because Anakin jumped in with the last minute rescue and saved her from the death penalty that Tarkin was so eager to ensure she received.

But Ahsoka left, and Anakin wasn't the same afterwards. It had been a victory for Palpatine because Palpatine was able to use Ahsoka's "abandonment" as a tool to further push Anakin to the dark side. Anakin was very loyal to the Chancellor because Palpatine groomed him to be that way.

So when Fives was openly telling Anakin and Rex that Palpatine was involved with the conspiracy and that he orchestrated everything going on, Anakin struggled to believe him. Anakin was angrier about the "attempted assassination" and it clouded his judgment. He'd already lost his mom. He lost Ahsoka. He believed he almost lost the Chancellor. He cared about Fives but the information went against everything he believed he knew about Palpatine.

He wanted to bring Fives back alive though. He wanted to know what was going on just like the rest of the Jedi did. The Jedi would have cared about what he had to say, but that moment of truth was stolen from them when Fives was shot in the heart by one of his own brothers.

Palpatine successfully silenced him just as he had intended, and the Jedi lost another link to the truth about the war. Palpatine framed Fives and then reduced Fives' behavior to a parasitic infection.

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crosshair trying to bite reader:

“No Teeth, No Mercy”

Chapter One: A Clone’s Retirement

Description: Order 66 never happens. Instead, during the war's final years, Anakin, Padmé, and the Jedi Council discover evidence of Palpatine's true identity and have him arrested for treason. The war ends through peace talks. Padmé becomes Supreme Chancellor, Anakin remains a Jedi but spends more time with his family, and the clones - now national heroes - are retired with full honors and pensions.

But decades later, the clones have aged rapidly due to their accelerated growth, and a special Republic-run retirement complex is built just for them: Sundown Heights Veteran's Village.

Unfortunately, you are now the age care worker assigned to Sundown Heights. You're blunt, sarcastic, and not at all prepared for how unhinged elderly war heroes can be.

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The war ended decades ago — not with the snap of a hidden order, not with betrayal, but with the arrest of the man who had orchestrated it all. Darth Sidious was pulled from his senate office in binders, snarling about "destiny" as Supreme Chancellor Mon Mothma stepped into power temporarily... before stepping down two years later for someone who could unite the galaxy better than anyone else.

That someone was Padmé Amidala Skywalker.

Under her, peace didn't just happen — it was fought for. The galaxy healed. The Jedi survived. The clones, no longer needed for war, were given homes, pensions, and — after long years of service — the one thing none of them ever thought they'd have: time.

The problem was... time caught up to them faster than anyone expected.

Kaminoan accelerated aging was merciless, and within two decades of the war's end, the men who had once been the Grand Army of the Republic were grey-haired, wrinkled, and stiff in the joints. But the fire in their eyes? Still there.

To care for them, the Republic built Sundown Heights Veteran's Village — part medical facility, part community center, part... chaos containment unit. It was a sprawling complex on Naboo, built to look nothing like a hospital: bright courtyards, communal kitchens, game rooms, gardens, even a pond (which would later become the site of The Great Koi Pond Incident of Year 27).

It was here that you found yourself on your very first day as a care worker.

You'd heard the stories — everyone in your training group had — but nothing could prepare you for the reality of this.

The kitchen smelled like soy sauce and trouble.

Your new coworker — a cheerful Twi'lek named Jali — had assured you this would be an "easy first shift." Just "help the boys with the recipe and keep them from setting anything on fire." You'd laughed. Now, ten minutes in, you were starting to understand why she'd said it with the kind of forced optimism usually reserved for telling a child their broken toy could be "fixed later."

At the far end of the counter, Commander Wolffe — yes, that Commander Wolffe, retired hero of the 104th — was holding two kitchen knives like he'd just been dropped into a close-quarters combat scenario. His cutting board was littered with mangled vegetables and violently stabbed noodles. He was going at them like they'd personally offended him.

Next to him, Gregor had apparently decided cooking wasn't enough — he'd painted his face with sauce and was sticking food to himself like some kind of culinary Mandalorian armor.

"This is... normal?" you muttered, leaning toward Jali as you kept a cautious eye on Wolffe's knife work.

She winced. "Depends on your definition of normal."

You nodded at Wolffe, deadpan.

"Why does he only have two knives? Shouldn't we get him another one?"

From across the counter, Wolffe glanced up, eyes narrowing like he'd just heard someone question his tactics. "Three knives is unbalanced," he growled, stabbing a carrot so hard the cutting board jumped.

Jali's lekku twitched. "Please don't encourage—"

Too late. Wolffe's focus shifted to another staff member — a poor Rodian nurse named Korr — who had decided it was time to confiscate one of the knives.

"Alright, Commander," Korr said gently, reaching out. "Let's just put one of those down, okay?"

Wolffe pulled the knife closer to his chest like it was a life-saving blaster. "Over my dead body."

Korr took a step forward. "It's just for safety—"

And then Wolffe lunged. Not with the knife — thankfully — but with his teeth.

You'd never seen a man his age move that fast. Korr yelped and jerked back, narrowly avoiding a bite to the arm.

The room erupted. Gregor was laughing so hard soy sauce was dripping from his chin, Kix was shouting something about "discipline protocols," and one of the younger clones — a spry old trooper named Boil — was chanting, "Bite him! Bite him!" like this was a sanctioned sport.

You turned to Jali, completely straight-faced.

"I want it on record that this is the best job I've ever had."

She sighed. "You won't be saying that when you're cleaning sauce off the ceiling later."

From the other end of the room, Rex's voice bellowed, "Who put Gregor in charge of the rice cooker?!" followed immediately by a hiss of steam and a victorious, "I WON!" from Gregor.

You just grinned, rolled up your sleeves, and dove into the chaos.

The cooking class was already spiralling into what you were starting to think of as "controlled mayhem." The kind where technically no one was hurt yet, but the potential was hovering in the air like the smell of burnt noodles.

You were keeping half an eye on Wolffe — who was sulking in his seat after Jali swapped one of his knives for a plastic butter spreader — when a sharp THUNK drew your attention from the other side of the counter.

There, in all his glory, was a clone with a regulation-sharp buzz cut and a grin that looked just a little too pleased with itself. His cutting board was dominated by a pineapple, and embedded in the pineapple... were knives.

Six of them.

All driven in at odd angles around the core, like he'd been reenacting some ritual execution.

You walked over slowly, because you'd learned enough in your short time here to approach armed clones with caution, even in a kitchen.

"Hey, uh..." You glanced at the name tag on his apron. "Fives, right?"

He looked up, bright-eyed and entirely unbothered. "That's me. ARC Trooper, 501st Legion. Hero of the Republic."

You pointed at the pineapple. "I... love the way you function, Fives. But I do not love how you have access to this many knives."

"It's a tactical maneuver," he said seriously, as if that explained everything. "You gotta surround the core before you can take it out. That's how you win."

"I see," you said, in the exact same tone you might use for a toddler explaining how their imaginary spaceship worked.

Apparently taking your interest as encouragement, Fives leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

"Y'know... I saved the Republic once. Found out the Kaminoans put inhibitor chips in our heads. All part of some big Sith conspiracy. I tried to warn everyone, but did they listen? Noooo..."

"Oh boy," muttered a voice behind you — you glanced back to see a clone you didn't know yet (tall, wiry, and wearing a chef's hat that was clearly stolen from the supply closet) shaking his head. "You've triggered his Big Story mode."

Fives waved him off. "No, no, this is important. History, kids these days don't know it. I exposed the whole thing! Fought my way out of Kamino! Took down droids with my bare hands!"

You cut in before he could ramp up to shouting decibels. "Okay, grandpa. How about we get you a core cutter for that pineapple, yeah?"

"I don't need a core cutter, I've got six knives—"

"And you're about to have zero if you don't hand them over."

There was a pause. A standoff. Then, with a dramatic sigh, Fives slid the knives toward you one by one, muttering about "respect for decorated veterans" under his breath.

You hid your grin and handed him the simple coring tool. "Here. Try this. Less stabbing, more twisting."

He took it, eyed it suspiciously... then lit up when it actually worked. "Okay. That's pretty neat."

From the other end of the counter, Gregor hollered, "Hey rookie! We need a ruling! Are sauce fights allowed or not?!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling like you'd been adopted into the strangest battalion in the galaxy. "No sauce fights!" you called back. Then, under your breath: "Not until I get a camera."

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By the time the cooking class wrapped up, there was sauce on the ceiling, noodles in the potted plants, and at least three clones who had tried to "sample" the dessert before it was baked.

You had, somehow, survived.

The pineapple was cored, Wolffe's knives were secured, Gregor had been hosed down, and Jali was handing out bowls of the least-burnt food to whoever was still hungry.

You'd been warned that the afternoons tended to be quieter. That the residents either napped or gathered in the rec room to watch holos, play dejarik, or grumble about how "holo-news was better back in the day."

So when you clocked out of the kitchen and headed toward the front desk, you thought you were done for the day.

You were wrong.

The rec room was loud with the sound of an ongoing argument.

At the center of it were two clones: one thin and wiry with a permanent scowl, the other leaning heavily on a cane, his cybernetic limbs gleaming under the lights.

You recognized them immediately from the orientation vids.

Echo — veteran ARC trooper, more machine than man after a Separatist capture.

Crosshair — former sharpshooter, still razor-edged even in retirement.

They were both standing in front of the one truly comfortable chair in the room — the big, cushioned one directly facing the main holoscreen.

"I was here first," Crosshair was saying in that low, dangerous drawl.

Echo's vocoder rasped as he shot back, "You were standing here first. I was going to sit down."

"It's mine."

"It's not."

You approached carefully. "Alright, gentlemen, what's going on?"

Two sets of eyes snapped toward you — one narrowed in suspicion, the other calculating.

"This one," Crosshair jabbed a long finger at Echo, "thinks he can just take my seat."

Echo crossed his arms — well, one arm and one prosthetic — and glared. "It's community seating. You don't own the chair."

You held up your hands. "Okay, how about we just—"

And that's when Crosshair leaned forward, jaw tight, and tried to bite you.

You yelped and jerked back. "Hey!"

Before you could recover, Echo let out a sharp, mechanical hiss like a feral tooka defending its food bowl.

You froze, staring between them.

"Nope," you said flatly. "Absolutely not. You two can figure this out yourselves."

And with that, you turned on your heel, walked straight out of the rec room, and headed for the clock-out terminal.

Because old people? Old people were cute when they were sweet — when they told stories or handed you candy from their pockets.

Not when they were trying to bite you.

You signed out, slung your bag over your shoulder, and told yourself you'd be ready for whatever they threw at you tomorrow.

...You were wrong about that, too.

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Next Chapter

[balloonthehutt]

OH MY GOD THERE'S MORE OF CODIYO?????

IT'S THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE (this week lol)

thank you, it was a true pleasure to read this 🥺

Couches, Comforters, and Cuddles

Prompt: Resting head on their chest to listen to their heartbeat

After steaming in the shower and taking too long to decide whether to sit on the couch or just go to bed – because he could choose things like that now – Cody eventually decided on the former.

His book was already waiting on him, and so was Riyo. She was wrapped up in her favorite comforter, a blue and gold, fluffy affair crafted by skilled Pantoran hands, with one hand poking out to hold her open book. Her face was only visible from the nose up, and the way her long hair cascaded down from the top of the blanket mound reminded him of a volcano.

“Comfortable?” he teased, plucking up his book and easing onto the cushions, trying not to disturb her cocoon.

“Yes.” Golden eyes flickered at him, and he assumed she was smiling.

He grinned back and settled his shoulders into the couch, masking a wince as something in his back protested. He wasn’t used to sitting still as he had today, listening to the GAR’s Senate review, and old wartime injuries were acting up.

He hadn’t flipped to his bookmarked page before he was interrupted. A warm, fluffy weight came to rest against him and then he was blinking down at Riyo, who was making herself at home with her head on his chest, her cheek pressed against his heart.

“Did the hot shower help?” she asked softly.

“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose to see her smile. “But this does, too.”

Day 2 of Codiyo Propoganda Ficlets! 18 more prompts to go 💜

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"You ever think about Mayday?"

ALL. THE. TIME. 😤

that man will be forever engraved into my memory as one of the most tragic deaths in the bad batch series...we've known him for one episode and we lost him in such a cruel way 😭

also knowing that his death was crucial for crosshair to finally open his eyes at everything the empire was doing makes it even 10x sadder.

dave filoni when I catch you-

You ever think about Mayday? About how he got his name?

The way I see it, a fellow gets a name like that in one of two ways: by either having the misfortune to regularly require rescue, or to answer calls for help like they're his name.

A distress call of 'mayday!' Goes out, and he's there, pulling your shebs out of the fire.

But when the time came, and he needed help, only one man answered; too little, too late, and it simply. Wasn't enough.

[balloonthehutt]

headcanon that Fives practices his pick up lines in front of the mirror 😭

when I tell you that this day has been so shitty… I mean it

I’ve been like a half step away from crying all day. Did that once already. My head hurts. I’m starving. It’s cold in the office. It’s only Tuesday 😭 and I’m just totally and utterly Done.

So how about some really sweet/silly headcanons to bring some cheer to the sad day, huh?

I’ll go first:

Fives has a kazoo but no one knows it’s him or where he got it he just uses it to terrorize his superior officers and has gotten away with it for so long because he’s become a master at timing and acting like nothing is happening when Rex looks for the noise

Echo once went to Cody with a Very Secret-y Secret and Cody was so sure he’d done something horrible with the way he was acting but when they’re finally alone and have a chance to talk Echo shows him a little tattoo that Fives said he got while he was drunk on their last shore leave. It’s on his lower back. It’s a very silly drawing of Rex. Cody tries not to laugh but he can clearly see where the temporary tattoo is fading and knows with 90% certainty that Fives is the one that put it there and is playing the long game by convincing Echo it’s real. Cody doesn’t want to ruin it so he assures him after a few days he’ll have a solution. By then the residue Fives used to keep it on will dissolve and he’ll figure it out. The only reason Echo thinks it’s real is because he smacked his tailbone on the sidewalk when he slipped leaving the bar and now he’s sore. Fives is a very mean, very funny man lol. Cody laughed his ass off once Echo was gone.

Crosshair stretches every single night. Echo joined and had such bad body pain that he couldn’t see straight sometimes. After about a week he started joining in when Crosshair stretches at night. He didn’t say anything about it but did start incorporating more stretches that were good for the hips and the back so Echo could get more out of it.

Hunter eats tomatoes like they’re apples cursed

Rex gives little forehead kisses when he’s feeling affectionate 🥹🥹🥹

Please please please add your own!! For any clone you want 🩶🩶

[balloonthehutt]

wait, that's actually— I thought I was the only one 😭

being both a fives fan and a fox fan is NOT for the weak

[balloonthehutt]

AHHH I LOVE THIS 😭

Sunny Mornings and Cold Hands

Prompt: Wrapping arms around them from behind and pressing forehead against their back

Riyo yawned and blinked, a feat that required far more determination than should ever be expended on a weekend morning. Out of habit, she reached to her left.

Instead of warm flesh, though, her fingertips met only sheets.

She made a face at the ceiling, a thin crease appearing on her forehead. Squinting against the sun that beamed in from the window, she groaned softly and turned her head toward Cody’s pillow. It was lying unoccupied, and when she splayed her hand over the sheets where its owner should have been, the warmth had all but evaporated.

Riyo’s nose scrunched with her frown. Then she reluctantly rolled out of her warm bed, and headed for the kitchen.

Cody was humming to himself as he glanced into the oven and didn’t hear the padding footsteps. When two arms wrapped around him from behind, he jumped.

“M’rning.” Riyo’s greeting was muffled by his right shoulder blade as she pressed her face into his back. Her hands locked together over his heart, her fingers like ice.

“Why are you always so cold?” he chuckled, reaching to move the kettle from the burner.

“Cause you keep me warm, but you left.” He felt her pout against his skin, and smiled at her sleepy tone.

“Oh.” He bent to the side, Riyo moving with him as if they were dancing, and checked the oven again. “Muffins, then back to bed?” he suggested.

Riyo snuggled closer, her purple hair hanging loose against his ribs. “Sounds lovely.”

[balloonthehutt]

sooo I had my driving lesson today and it went like this:

[balloonthehutt]

do you think Ahsoka felt it when Anakin truly died?

like, she was somewhere out there and one moment everything was fine and then she was struck with this painful feeling and she realized her master was dead?

[balloonthehutt]

wait...wait...

HOW DID OBI WAN KNEW MAUL'S NAME WHEN HE DIDN'T SAY A WORD TO HIM OR QUI GON?

sorry I slept for 1 hour